Chapter Six

Sera felt as if everyone in the entire diner stopped and stared the
moment she walked out. It was like time suspended. The five or six men
seated that the counter literally stopped and stared. Their jaws
stopped chewing. She could just imagine what they were thinking. She
could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, mashing
her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look big
and fat, bulging out of all sides. It was gross.

This coupled with her bright red mouth made her look so cheap. She
stared at the floor as Billy led her by the hand back to the table. He
motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat.
"Wow, what a difference," said Jack.
She stared at the burger sitting in front of her. She could feel the
eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her
hands. Why was this happening to her?
"Come on, eat up, Sera," said Billy.
"I..I'm not very hungry," she replied.

She looked at Ken and Jack. They were busy eating, chewing, like
animals. But they still just stared at her as though it were her that
they were eating. She quickly looked back down.
"You have to eat your burger, Sera," said Billy. He smiled, "or you
will have to be punished."
She heard the guys giggling. Sera suddenly felt the tears well up, and
she began to cry. This was the most horrible situation she could
imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy roadside diner practically
naked, her breasts almost totally visible to anyone who wanted to
look. She was on display, like an animal in the zoo.

A sob escaped her brightly painted mouth as she remembered having to
jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the Men's room.
She was so degraded.
"Knock it off, Sera," said Billy, obviously growing weary of her
tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll give you something to cry
about."

And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse. She
stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.
"Sure is a good thing we got waterproof make-up."
The guys laughed. She looked down at the burger and picked it up.
She started eating.
"Atta girl," said Billy.

Their waitress came back to the table. She looked at Sera with thinly
veiled disgust.
"You sure you're warm enough there Miss?" she asked sarcastically.
"She's just fine, thank you." said Billy.
"Well, will there be anything else?" she asked. "I'm off now."
"Some more iced water, please." asked Billy.
"Sure thing," she said. She returned back with a pitcher and started
filling up the glasses.
"Can you just leave it?" asked Billy.
"Sure," she replied.
"You can pay Marty at the checkout," she said, realising they weren't
in a rush to settle the bill.
"Sure thing," said Billy.

The disgruntled waitress sauntered off, clearly not happy. She pulled
a coat from the coat rack near the door and left. After a few
minutes, Sera saw the trucker walk past their table and go back to his
seat at the counter. She could feel him stare. She thought about what
he'd seen. She felt sick again. She noticed him lean over and start
talking to the other men. One by one, she could see out of the corner
of her eye, the men take turns looking over at her. She tried to
concentrate on her food.

The guys at her table went on talking again, and she hardly heard a
word they said. She just tried to eat. After a moment, she saw the
trucker from the Men's room get up and approach them. Her stomach
tightened.
"Say," he said to Billy. He motioned back to the other men at the
counter.
"I wuz just telling the guys about, about...and...well, they don't
believe me."
Billy looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw in the
milkshake. He turned and looked at Sera. Sera could feel the
butterflies in her stomach.

"Well," Billy replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you
either."
They all laughed. The trucker smiled back, showing his rotten teeth.
"I tell you what," he continued, "Bernice and the family that was here
hit the road, and it just us friends. Now my buddies here've each got
fifteen quid for a look like I got."
Billy looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Sera.
She felt the adrenaline. They were talking about HER! Billy and this
man were talking about her like she wasn't even there.

"That's almost a hundred quid towards our trip," said Billy. She
didn't respond.
"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the tabletop.
She couldn't look up.
"You wouldn't mind helping for the good of our trip would you Sera?"
Billy asked.
"Please...No...."
There was a moment of silence. They all looked at her. She felt as if
the world was swirling around her. She stared at the tabletop.
"Sera here is kinda shy," said Billy, "but I know she wouldn't want to
disappoint us." He looked over at her. She didn't move.

" I think," he continued, "that what she means here is that she would
rather have ME pull her titties out."
The guys all laughed.
"NOOOOO...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.
The trucker motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the
booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.
"Jim," the trucker said to one of them, "go and get Marty, will ya'."
"Oh, my God..." Sera looked at Billy, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Please, no..." It was all she could say.
"We gotta help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's
no big thing."

Sera could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were
all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost
literally drooling. The only thing she noticed about one of them was a
huge Adam's apple that stuck out from his neck. Hair grew around it,
like he's given up trying to shave around it. They were all so gross.

The one called Jim came back, followed by a huge, fat, greasy looking
man in his late fifties. He had on a filthy T-shirt with a "V" neck
that showed wads of back and grey hair on his chest. He had an even
dirtier apron wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Sera and
licked his lips.
"Jez a minute," he said, quickly moving down the length of the
counter, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "lemme lock the front
door."
Billy got out from the booth.
"Step back guys," he said, waving his hands, "let's give her some
room."

Tom, Jack and Ken all slid out of the booth and with the men formed a
loose semi-circle. Billy reached his hand out for Sera. She sat
there, visibly paralysed.
"Marty," said Billy to the greasy cook as he approached them, "do you
have a plastic spatula?"
"Uh, yeah..." the owner replied, perplexed.
"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Billy. He turned to face
Sera sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Sera here needs a little
discipline..."
"HHOOOOOOOOOO," a chorus of the guys. Marty hurriedly ran back to the
kitchen.

Sera looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not
again, she thought. She began to feel light-headed. Billy reached his
hand out to her again. She didn't have to hear it twice. She
reached out for his hand. He pulled her out of the booth. As she
stood up, Sera looked even more statuesque, and her big, jutting
breasts appeared to be straining even harder against the bikini top.
There was a murmur of appreciation. Standing up made her even dizzier.

Marty returned with a blue plastic spatula. There were two rows of
large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of
the sides was blackened and warped from use. Sera stared at it. Billy
took it and set it down. He sat himself up on the edge of the table
they'd been sitting at, facing the counter, and the men. He reached
out and took Sera's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her around so
that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the
guys with her bottom pressed against the edge of the table between his
legs. His thighs straddled her hips.

Billy reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table,
and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it
against the front of her jeans. It stuck out like an erect penis.
"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out several of the men. They laughed.
"Now, here Sera," said Billy, "I want you to hold this here, just like
this with your left hand."

Sera looked down at the rude image. She couldn't look up, she couldn't
face the men she could feel staring at her. The front door was locked,
and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way
out of this was to do what Billy said. Slowly, she wrapped her left
hand around the bottom of the bottle.

"And with THIS hand ....," said Billy. He guided her right hand around
the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under
the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length. She tried
to pull her hand away, but Billy held it tight, keeping the motion
going.
"YEAAAAH" cried the men. They made whooping sounds.
"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the
humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."

She felt Billy's thighs pull tight on her hips, making her feel even
more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than being in the
Men's room. She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from
her crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face. Billy
continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he had
established a good rhythm
"Now, you gotta keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let
go and pulled his hands away.

Sera closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right
shoulder. She could feel his breath on her chest.
"Keep it going nice and steady," he said.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to
block out everything else. She felt Billy's hands on her shoulders.
They slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up
and down, getting into the same rhythm. He worked them up and down.

His hands slid farther down and went to her elbows, and he began
pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out
in the middle of her chest. She heard the men make cat-calls. She
struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Billy
manipulated her arms back and forth like an accordion. Squeezing her
breasts together.
"Awe, come on," said one male voice, "let's see those FUCKING TITS."
She shuddered.

"Keep it going nice and steady now," he said, as he relaxed her arms.
She felt his hands go back to her shoulders. They rested there for a
moment. Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps
that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder
and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The
fingertips began moving their way under the material as they went
down. Her breathing became tight and fast.

She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther down
the straps over her breasts, slightly pulling away the top. Her hand
worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.
"Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice.
Sera kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look. She felt his
fingers continue to move against her skin. She felt the material
being lifted up, slowly, away from her breasts towards either side.
She waited for the feel of his entire hand.
"Now pull your shoulders back," Billy said in her ear. She bit down
on her lower lip. She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making
her boobs rise up. She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm,
working her right hand up and down the ketchup bottle.

"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."
She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be
bared. This was too horrible to believe. She flinched. She suddenly
felt Billy's tongue lightly touch the right side of her neck. A
tingling spread across her body. The point of his tongue moved up her
neck towards her ear. It was dizzying. Then with one sudden tug,
the bikini top was pulled to either side, and Sera's big breasts
sprang out.
WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men all cheered.

She let out a whimper of shame.
"OH, my GOD, look at those TITS."
"FUUUUUUCK."
She tried to ignore the crude comments. She felt Billy's hands
move underneath her bared breasts. He cupped them in his hands and
lifted them up, bunching them up on her chest. She kept her eyes shut
and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion.
Billy began to knead the big mounds.
"AW, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTT"
Whoops of delight came from the men.
"I'd sure LOVE to run my prick between THOSE fucking melons," said one
of them.

Sera almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a
disgusting and unnatural way by one of these greasy horrible men made
her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Billy let him?
Billy began to run his fingers in a circular motion. He started to
caress her nipples, tugging them outward.
"Let's get these things to stand out," he said.
The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and
humiliation to create a swirl of emotion in Sera. She felt waves of
dizziness. He rolled the big nipples in his fingers.

"Come on, Sera," he said, "let's make 'em hard."
"Let me LICK `EM" offered one of the men.
Sera shuddered. She felt Billy's hands pull away.
"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.
She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to keep
her mind on the ketchup bottle. The sudden splash of cold water made
her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she
dropped the bottle to the floor. Billy had taken one of the glasses
of ice water from the table behind him and poured it down her front.

"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.
She instantly reached up to cover herself. Now that her eyes were open
again, she suddenly noticed that Jack had climbed up onto the counter
to get a better view, and had the small palm-sized video camera in his
hand. He'd caught the whole horrible episode. She cried out in
shame. A wild cheer went up and the men saw that she had seen Jack.

"Hey, I want a copy of that tape," said one of the men.
"Fuckin' A-Yeah" the others agreed.
She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered her
face. She began to cry into her hands.
"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."
"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said a male voice.
"DIIIIISapline" said another.

Billy pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping
breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They were covered in
delicate goose bumps.
We want see," he said, "shoulders back, now."
Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the
creamy light brown skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had
indeed made the nipples tight and hard. Billy reached up and took
hold of her shoulders and pulled them back, forcing her tits to stick
out. She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears
dripped down her face.

"Sera," said Billy, "you just have not followed instructions here."
She suddenly realised what that meant. Another spanking. Here.
In this greasy diner. In front of these horrible men.
"NOOOOOOO," She tried to squirm loose, but Billy held her tight. He
gave her whole body a shake.She stopped struggling.
"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, "you've
got two choices." He pulled her tight.

The men all watched Billy talk to her.
"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or we're
gonna have the whole gang in on it..."
"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn
around to face him.
He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear.
"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and holding
you down, well, then things are going to get outta hand here..."
"Oh, GOD...No..."

She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed
possible. The thought of these greasy, horrible men holding her down
and...
"What's it gonna be?"
She was speechless. Stricken with fear.
"What's it gonna be, Sera?"
"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."
"Sera, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions, or
this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you."

She was numb.
"I think I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson here."
Tears welled up in her beautiful big brown eyes.
"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I mean
EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let the guys here take over."
He pushed her forward and scooted off the table. She found herself
standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts
sticking rudely from her top, and realised how much safer she had just
felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor.
"You sure got nice tits honey," said one of them.

Billy moved to the next booth and pushed away the silverware and
napkins. He picked up the spatula.
"WHOAAAA" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage
points. Three of them sat on the stools on the counter facing the
table.
"You guys," he pointed to Ken and Tom, "come slid in here." He
motioned each one to one of the bench seats facing each other across
the table.
"Okay, Sera, over here."
Slowly, with her big breasts hanging lewdly from her mauled
bikini-top, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the table. There
was nothing she could do. Nothing except what Billy said.
"Now turn around."

She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her long
fair hair hung down near the line the strap of her top made around her
back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin. In front of
her, staring at her bared breasts were Tom and Ken
sitting on either side at the other end of the Formica covered
tabletop. Tom smiled at her.
"I can't wait to see that ass," said Marty behind her.
"You can have her ass," said another, "I want feel my dick between
those big tits."
The men had gone a bit quiet while Billy had been talking to her,
waiting to see what was going to happen. Now they spoke up again.
Sera tried to blot out the rude comments, and closed her eyes again.
She just wanted this nightmare to be over.

"Okay, Sera," said Billy, "take your jeans down."
She took a deep breath. Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers
worked the metal button through the hole in her jeans. She grasped
the zipper and slowly lowered it down. From behind, the men could see
the waist of her jeans go slack.
"YEAAAAAAH."
She worked her thumbs into the top of the jeans and carefully started
to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not
to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.
"WHEEEEEEEW!!!"

Slowly her white panties were exposed. Then, inch by inch,
her scrumptious round ass came into the men's view. She lowered her
jeans over the ripe cheeks to the tops of her thighs, presenting a
stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panties, which were
bunched up between her cheeks.
"HUH, HUH, HUH," the men chanted.
She waited her next instruction.
"A little lower," said Billy.
She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of her
hips.
"Lower,"
Another few inches.

"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Billy commanded.
Slowly she moved away from the table. She waited.
"Take them off."
She was startled. That would leave her almost totally naked. She
couldn't argue.
"Lean forward, Sera, and push them all the way down your legs without
bending your knees."

She began to do as he said and lower the jeans down her tapering brown
thighs, bending at the waist. The motion rounded her ass, making it
stick out in front of the men.
"OH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!" she heard.
"Stick it OUT,"
Her breasts hung pendulously as she bent over. Marty leaned forward
in his seat towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his self
control not to reach out and grab it. She pushed the jeans all the way
down her long slim legs.
"Okay," said Billy, "now step out of them without standing back up."

She lifted one leg at a time, jiggling her breasts and spreading her
bottom cheeks in her panties, and managed to pull both of her bare
feet free.
"Stand back up."
She raised herself back upright. Billy walked up, and stood on her
left side. He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just
her panties and mauled bikini top.
"Go back to the table."

She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the table.
The front of her thighs leaned against the edge. She looked at Ken and
Tom sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring at the
front of her panties. She was totally helpless. There was nothing she
could do. She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her
delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
"Now," said Billy's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab
your panties."

Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just
above each bottom cheek.
"Now pull them up."
She began to pull the material upwards, arching her back and slowly
exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled away. The faint
imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation in
the smooth skin.
"Higher."
She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the crack.
"HUH, HUH, HUH..."

"Now lean forward."
Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the table edge
with the front of her thighs. Once again her breasts hung freely from
the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ken staring
at them.
"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."
The height of the table was such that in order to make contact with
it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass the
highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly
together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her
full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes.

"Now," said Billy from behind her, "give your hands to Ken and Tom."
She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tom
smiled again. Ken didn't. He just stared silently. She let go of her
panties which snapped back down, though most of them remained wedged
in her bottom. She slowly reached her hands out in front to her. The
contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy.

"Okay," said Billy, "pull her as far forward as you can without
pulling her off her feet."
They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and
pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts
mashed against the table top. With her arms being held down, she felt
so vulnerable. She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air.
Billy picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.
"WHOOOOOAAAA" a cheer went up from the men.

He walked up to Sera's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the
middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing
the material into the crease between her cheeks.
"YEEEAHHH."
He laid the spatula against her right cheek and pressed it against her
skin. Small bulges appeared in the holes cut in the plastic. He lifted
it away and inspected the imprint. Billy got down on one knee, with
his face just inches from her left cheek. He just looked for a moment.
"Come ONNNNN," said Marty, "let's see that ASS!"

Billy didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula and
touched Sera's leg with it, just behind her left knee. The knee
flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh,
rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the line between
her legs, a line she was tightly holding together.

Sera squinted her eyes shut at she felt the utensil on her skin. The
teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.
Billy reached out and grasped the top of her panties. He slowly pulled
them down over her ripe ass. Sera let out a moan of shame.
Now her bottom was totally exposed. He pulled them down to the top of
her thighs, exposing both luscious cheeks and the dark line that ran
between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at the top. Billy grabbed
her right cheek in his hand. He squeezed it, causing her flesh to
bulge between his fingers.

"Lemme' see her ASSHOLE," said Marty suddenly
Both Tom and Ken felt her try to pull her arms free. They held them
fast as she squirmed on the tabletop. The men watched her ass wiggle
around.
"SPLAT," Billy brought the spatula down.
"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.
"AHHHHHH" Sera cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than
before. She burst into fresh tears.

Ken and Tom held her hands tightly. The watched her lovely face as
the tears rolled down. Her bottom was suddenly much redder than it
had been. Billy reached down and rubbed both cheeks.She held her
knees tightly together.
"SPLAT," a little lower this time.
"SPLAT," on the other side.
"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.
Billy rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
Marty and the other men stared.
Sera sobbed.

Her bottom was on fire.
Billy continued to rub the red cheeks.
"Now, Sera," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."
She gave no reaction.
"Ready, Marty?" asked Billy.
The greasy restaurateur's face was bright pink. Billy slipped his
fingers into the crack of Sera's bottom and pulled her ass-cheeks
apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.
She cried out in shame and humiliation. How could anyone be so
disgusting? She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even
think of such a depraved thing. Her bottom buzzed with warm pain.
Billy released her ass-cheeks and stepped back. The four red marks
were clearly visible. He walked to the table they had all been in and
picked up the pitcher of ice water the waitress had left them. Ice was
still floating in it.

"Sera here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we
better cool things off a bit."
The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do. Billy walked back
over to the bent over girl, and stood just over her red bottom. He
pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her other
side, holding her firmly. He tipped to the pitcher, and a stream of
water came down and made contact with Sera's lower back.

"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body lurched
forward onto to the table as both of her feet left to the floor. She
pulled against Ken and Tom. Billy let to the water run down over her
reddened bottom. It make trickles down off the round cheeks. Streams
poured down her legs and ran into her panties. Her legs
kicked in to the air. She gasped at to the cold.

He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks. He pointed the pitcher
into her panties and poured water onto them. He set the pitcher down
on to the other table and reached down and grabbed them. He pulled her
panties back up, pulled a puddle of freezing cold water into contact
with her crotch. She whimpered as to the cold, wet material made
contact with her skin.

Billy waited until she was still again and motioned to Tom and Ken,
who let go of to the distraught girl. Billy pulled her to her feet.
Sera stood in total humiliation. She covered her big breasts with her
arms. Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties, which
were pulled tightly back into place. The men, who had been almost
spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and gave each other high
fives. Billy handed Sera her jeans.

"Here, you can put these back on."
She took to the jeans and held them in front of her.
"You can have five minutes in to the Ladies Room."
Sera quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to the
restrooms.
"But leave the panties on."
The men all laughed. Billy looked at his watch at they heard the
sound of the Ladies' Room door closing.

"That was to the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of to
the men.
"And the COLDEST," said another.
They all laughed.
"Yeah," replied Billy, "I went easy on her this time."
He smiled at to the men.

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Su Lee returned a few days later, a brokenspirited girl
shambling around, doing what she was told. She wouldn't speak to
Karen, wouldn't speak to anyone; she did her schoolwork and she
answered the demands of her superiors, but that was it. Karen was
kept busy with her own schoolwork and other responsibilities, but
she was still hurt by Su Lee's reticence. Over the next couple of
weeks, she discovered Mercedes' interest in Su Lee. In fact,
Mercedes' was practically the only one who used Su Lee. The other
girls whispered it was because Su Lee _hated_ what was being done
to her, and used her passivity as a weapon against her tormentors.
Mercedes saw this as a challenge, and delighted in turning her body
against her, making her orgasm. She videotaped every session she
had with Su Lee, and made the girl watch herself be abused over and
over. She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm,
using them to further torment her. Karen remembered seeing some of
the pictures, each one revealing Su Lee's orgasm in the expression
on her face, the still life straining of her body, her spasms
frozen on film.

There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles from the
ceiling, her slender legs tied together at ankle, knee, and thigh,
her arms strapped behind her back, her long black hair cascading to
the ground. Whip marks covered her body, and two large, vicious
clamps were fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed her
mouth open in a silent cry, her body tensed, just beginning to
jackknife at the waist, the rope leaning back at a slight diagonal,
obviously jerked there by Su Lee's thrashing. Mercedes had labeled
it "Vibrator Ecstacy". Another picture showed Su Lee hogtied and
rolled awkwardly onto her back, all her weight resting on her arms.
Her head was laying back and a ring gag held her mouth wide.
Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom halves of
men splattered against her body, little sprays bouncing from her
glistening ivory teeth, her small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow
stomach, her thighs and her legs. A small, womanly hand held a
fire poker plunged into Su Lee's cunt, Su Lee's body blanched,
tense and arched to meet the invading poker. Mercedes called this
one "Stoking the Fire". She had complete video tapes of these
scenes, but carried the pictures so that she could show whomever
she wanted whenever she wanted.

Karen understood her friend's horror, but wished she wouldn't be
so stubborn. If she only gave in, accepted Mercedes' attentions
instead of resisting her, Mercedes would lose interest in her.
Hey, she herself had had plently of horrible experiences, but she
wasn't going to let it keep her down. She learned and thought all
these things in a little over a month, managing to keep her grades
up throughout it. Then she learned she had been picked to be prey
in the Hunt.

She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern edge of the
forest which stretched across the northern side of the school. She
was wearing only a pair of sandels laced up to mid calf, her
pleated, plaid skirt, and her white school blouse. She shivered in
the cold, goosebumps all over her body, her nipples hard rocks
beneath her blouse. She stood among four other girls: Su Lee was
there, stoic and seemingly uncaring; Andrea, a young doe eyed
french girl with long blond hair and a boyish figure, stood,
freezing, with her arms across her small chest; Kelly, a large
curvy girl, plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground,
looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl with classic
southern european features, well formed and knowing it, stared
defiantly at the group of thirty D.S.P. members standing just
twenty feet away from them, some holding hunting dogs tightly on
leashes.

Karen had found out that the hunt had become a tradition carried
from the earliest days of the school, when fraternity members had
to hunt down real runaways before they could escape. Now, the frat
voted on their five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and
seniors gave them a ten minute head start and then chased them
down, the first to catch each one got dibs. The girls were then
carried back to the frat house for a weekend of debauchery. She
also found out there were rewards: if any girl managed to make it
to the road eight miles distant, or make it to the frat house
without getting caught, that girl immediately gained senior status
for her entire stay at the school.

Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and turned
and dashed into the woods. She ran straight into the woods,
quickly loosing sight of the other girls among the trees. She
started to pace herself, figuring in her mind...ten minutes...six
miles per hour...I can make about one mile...only seven left to the
road...could never make the frat house...I'll have to slow down a
bit...rest...can't keep this up forever.... She had planned to
make a straight run for the road; she was in good shape, strong,
and if she could outdistance the other girls, the guys would waste
time with them. Her legs flashed beneath her as she ran, and she
felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her stomach, in her
back. Her arms pumped, and her eyes searched the way ahead for
obstacles. Cold air bit into her lungs, to be expelled in a warm
breath. Adrenaline began to pump through her, and an exhilarating
feeling rushed over her: she was flying through the woods, her
body the furnace powering the engine of her legs, spreading warmth
and wellbeing through her. She felt like crying out in joy; she
felt like she could run forever.

About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her
adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning against a tree,
panting, feeling the chill of approaching night on her sweat
dampened skin. She heard the sound of dogs behind her, she didn't
know how close, but she knew they couldn't be that close.
Straightening up, she began walking as quickly as she could toward
the unseen road, and victory. She walked like that for what seemed
forever, occassionally breaking into a trot, her apprehension
growing as the sounds of pursuit increased. She must have traveled
five miles, she thought, she was so close. Five miles in no more
than an hour...they couldn't be that close...if it wasn't longer
than an hour...just keep going...run...run. She was feeling pretty
good, but couldn't do more than a brisk walk for any length of
time...and she wasn't sure she was going in the right
direction...she may have veered off the the right somewhere...she
had to keep running though...it was pretty dark now...made it hard
to see...slowed her down.

Twenty minutes later she looked back, fearful at the growing
sounds of pursuit, the baying dogs and the call of voices back and
forth, and saw the light of flashlights being playing among the
trees. Adrenaline instantly surged through her, and she bolted away
among the trees, panic gripping her. She could barely see, though,
dark as it was, and slowed, her heart racing wildly. Suddenly a
beam of light caught her, and she blinked, frozen, temperarily
blinded, then she began to run. "There she is" she heard someone
yell, and suddenly she felt a surge of people close on her, the
exposing light now fixed on her, now bobbing before her, now
behind. She heard scurrying in the underbrush behind her and
something cannoned into the back of her thighs, knocking her from
her feet. She landed heavily in the dirt and began rolling across
the ground as canine teeth nipped at her, canine bodies swarmed
around and over her. Her arms covered her face as fear and panic
overtook her, the growling of the dogs and the play of the
flashlights disorienting her.

Hands grabbed her, pulled her up from the press of dogs. She
squinted into the blurred faces of six young men, all panting and
grinning and laughing. They dragged her, struggling and kicking
and screaming, her head thrashing her hair wildly about her head,
and slammed her hips over a large fallen log. She hung there,
still struggling, the bark of the log tearing into the tender flesh
of her stomach as they ripped off her cloths, until she lay there,
as if over someone's lap, completely naked and exposed.

Everything was a madhouse around her: the lights zigging her,
zagging there, the laughter and catcalls of the boys, and the
curious snuffling noses of the dogs. "Hey," she heard in a daze,
"Caesar caught her, Caesar should have first shot!"

Answering calls of "Ya!", "Let Caesar fuck her", "Goddamn slut",
"Bet she gets off", echoed through her head as she felt a furry
weight land on her buttocks, and a narrow, slimy _thing_ slide into
her cunt.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed, feeling the dog's paws lock around
her waist and the dog's hips begin crashing into her buttocks,
sliding its slippery penis in and out of her pussy. She struggled
and cried, trying to buck the animal off of her, but strong hands
held her down. The dog quickly finished, and she trembled as she
felt its hot seed gush deep into her. The animal was pulled
quickly off of her and she felt a man's cock drive deep inside her
now lubricated sheath. Rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her
ass back to meet the driving phallus, dragging her stomach and
breasts across the rough bark. The chase, the lights, the dog, the
adrenaline still coursing through her veins, all overpowered her,
sending her into a daze. The world whirled around her and all that
was left were the sensations assaulting her body.

Her stomach and breasts chaffing against rough bark, tearing at
her tender skin; strong hands gripping the top of her hips,
squeezing and kneeding and pulling; hips slamming against her
buttocks, driving her clitorus painfully into the log, sending
brief flashes of overwhelming sensation through her body; a large
dick stretching her cunt wide, churning her insides up, sending a
warm, melting feeling through her; someone grabbing her hair,
pulling her head up, shoving their cock into her mouth and down her
throat. Buffetted back and forth between two pistoning cocks, bent
naked over a log, pandamonium surrounding her, she shuddered and
came.

The cock in her mouth slammed again into her throat, sending a
shock of pain to mingle among the awful scraping across her front,
the pain crashing into the overwhelming sensation of painful
ecstacy radiating from her groin, and she came again. She came as
she felt seed shoot into her stomach, and again as another cock
forced its way past her anus, sending tingling pain through her
body. She came when warm come squirted down her throat, and when
another cock forced its way into her mouth and down her through.
She came and came and came. She couldn't stop coming, not when
each guy took a second turn with her, not when they set the dogs
loose on her, not when they shoved a thick branch up her cunt,
sending splinters driving into her tender flesh. She was a
flopping, jerking, coming piece of meat for she didn't know how
long, and when she finally stopped coming, she was being half
carried, half dragged through the woods back to the frat house, her
body still wracked with tingling pleasures.

In her semi-conscous state, she hung between two men, thinking
it was oh so good, she wanted more; and before she passed out, she
thought to herself: I can't wait...get me to the frat
house...please....

*************

Chapter Five

They let Sera pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her
put the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without
a bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling
under her T-shirt. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she
could just imagine how clear her nipples must show through.

Billy still had her bra draped over his shoulder and that made her
feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was property. She'd
thought he might give it back to her after making her do that rude
display, making her jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn't. He
just told her she could pull her shirt down.Her bottom stung from the
spanking, but it wasn't too bad. It was just hot.

Even though it was Billy who was making her do all of these horrible
things, she Realised that she was actually more frightened of the
other three guys, especially Jack and Ken. Ken hardly said a word. He
just stared at her with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He
even looked to her like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both
really gave her the willies.

She didn't know how she could possibly face them again in school after
being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After having to
bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her pants and her
panties for a spanking.

She realised that the best way out of this was just to do as Billy
said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going
around school was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse,
what would her father say?

As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves, though
every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene in the
parking lot, and she would be reminded all over again. Her bottom, and
her face, would burn.

"Anyone getting hungry?" asked Billy.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a burger," said Jack.
The other two guys agreed.
"Say Ken, pull into that Happy Diner" said Billy.
She felt the car slow down and pull in. It came to a stop.
"Okay, Sera off with the blindfold."
She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the
light. She saw that they were in the parking lot of a typical looking
greasy spoon Truck Stop.

"Say, Sera," said Billy, "since you didn't like travelling in your
bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn't you?"
Oh God. She realised what swimsuit it was.
"Y..yeah," she said reluctantly.
"It's such a nice day out, why don't we have you change into that?"
She didn't respond.
"Let's go," said Billy.

They all climbed out of the car, and Billy pulled Sera around to the
rear. He opened the boot and pulled out her bag. She watched him as he
went through it, finding one then the other piece of the suit. He
whistled when he saw it.
"Whew, that's a nice one, Sera."
She blushed bright red.
"It's not really mine..."
Billy smiled at her. He reached over and held the top up over her
chest where it would fit when on.
"Well, it'll look just great on." He smiled at her. She looked away
from him.

He looked at her face, and then went back to the bag. He pulled out
the little make-up bag that Caroline had left.
"We need to spruce you up a little bit."
He slammed the boot shut and walked her into the restaurant. There
were two rows of booths to the right and a long counter to the left.
It was pretty slow. There were a few trucker type guys sitting at the
counter and a family in one of the booths. The men went quiet when
they saw Sera, and their eyes followed her across the room. She
wondered if they could see her nipples through the T-shirt.

Billy lead them to the rear of the diner, and they all piled into the
booth at the back. Sera was not very hungry, and every time she made
eye contact with one of the guys he would smile at her, making her
feel sick. She stared at the formica tabletop. Billy ordered
cheeseburgers and milkshakes for everyone.
"Well," Billy said after the waitress had taken their orders, "Let's
see what we can do to spruce Sera up." He slid out and stood up. Still
holding her suit and the bag, he offered Sera his free hand.

She took it and slid out.
A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as they got
out together. The two of them went down a short hallway, and when they
got to the toilets Billy walked up to the door that said "Men's."
Someone had taken a blue magic marker and drawn an erect penis on the
"man" symbol on the door. Billy looked at it and smiled.
"Think this guy has seen you?"
Sera looked at the floor.
Billy opened the door and looked inside.
"Before you go change, let's get you looking good," he smiled. He
motioned to Sera to go inside- into the Men's room. She stopped and
stared through the open doorway.
"Please...don't make me go in there..." she said.

"Come on Sera, don't make a scene, or I guarantee it's gonna get real
crowded."
She realised he was right, and reluctantly walked in. To the right
along the wall was a counter with two sinks in it with a long mirror
mounted above it. To the immediate left there were four urinals. At
the back were two stalls with the doors taken off. The pungent smell
of disinfectant assaulted her nose.

Billy lead her towards the corner where the counter with the sinks met
the far wall. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened up
the little bag.She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her
eyes were red and puffy. She could clearly see the outlines of her
nipples through the T-shirt. The sight of herself made her almost
start crying.

Billy walked into one of the stalls and ran some toilet paper off of
the roll. He pulled it into two wads and ran one under the cold tap.
"Come here," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Close your eyes."
She did.
He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes. She gasped a
little as the coldness of it. Her full lips parted slightly. She felt
suddenly uncomfortable with his nearness. She felt aware of her
breasts covered by just the thin T-shirt. She wondered if he was
staring at them. At any minute someone could come walking in. She
tried not to think about it.

Billy dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of
tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away
the moisture with the dry half. She felt his hand move her chin.
"Now, keep your eyes closed," he said.
She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag. He pulled out a
liquid eyeliner.
"Now keep still," he said.

He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye and
painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just
along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.
He waited a moment, letting it dry.
"Here, put some of this on," he said, handing her a lipstick.
She took it and noticed it was one of Caroline's. It was a deep yet
bright red. She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made
her look even more like an Italian movie star- or more like a Playboy
model. Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out
the stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips,
struggling to do it as un-suggestively as possible.

"Great," said Billy, staring at the result. Her full sensuous mouth
seemed even bigger bright red. He took the lipstick
"Here's the finishing touch," he said and handed her the mascara.
"Look," he said, "it's the waterproof kind, just like the eyeliner."
She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to her.
She'd never done anything to him. She decided against it. She wanted
to get out of the stinking Men's room. She took a deep breath and
applied the mascara.
"Now turn around, let's see."

Anxious to get out, she did. Behind Billy, she could see the
urinals against the wall, reminding her where she was. She wanted to
run. She stood there holding her hands together in front of her chest.
Billy held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.
"Why don't you change into this?"
Relieved to finally be getting out, she walked towards him and began
to reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.
"Why don't you change right here."
Her heart sank.
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Pl...please let me out of here..."
"I'll tell you what," said Billy, "for now, we'll just put on the
top."
"Pleeeeeease....what if someone comes in?"

"Come on, Sera, or our food's gonna get cold."
"Please...."
"Now you give me the T-shirt," Billy continued, ignoring her plea,
"and I'll give you the bikini top."
She realised there was no way out. Her eyes nervously looked to
the door.
"The sooner you change..."
She looked at him again. He smiled at her.
"Come on."

She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and slowly
pulled it up, up over her trim stomach. Her big nude tits popped
free. They rose up on her chest as she pulled the shirt over her head.
She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and held
out the other.
"Toss it over," said Billy.
She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Billy. She
crossed her arm over her chest.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and in walked one of the
truckers. He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that
stretched the buttons on the lower part of the front of his dirty
shirt.
"Whoaa, what we have here....?" he said, surprised. Sera leaned
back against the wall, covering herself as best she could. Ample
amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.
"Sera here wanted to change," Billy told him casually, "but we
couldn't seem to get into the Ladies room."

The trucker stood mesmerised by the sight in front of him. He
took a deep drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth. His eyes
squinted slightly. Sera felt her blood race.
"I hope you don't mind," said Billy with a smile.
"Hell, Nooooooo, son." he replied. He looked back at Sera cowering in
the corner. "You're damn lucky." He smiled, showing several gaps in
his teeth. "And I guess, so am I." He laughed.

They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting for
something to happen.
"Please...please can I have the top..." asked Sera, trying to sound
calm. Billy didn't move.
Neither did the man.
"Boy," said the trucker, "she sure looks stacked."
Billy looked at him and nodded.
"She is," he replied.
They both looked at her again.
"Show our friend how stacked you are Sera," said Billy finally.
"Please...." she felt panicky.
"Sera," continued Billy, "what happens when you don't follow
instructions?"
She didn't respond.
"What happened earlier today when you didn't follow instructions?"

She couldn't speak. She realised what he wanted her to say- to say in
front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she'd been
spanked, spanked like a child.
"Sera? What happened?"
She stood there, mortified.
"A...a...ssspanking..." she finally uttered, almost choking on the
word.
"That's right," Billy said. "Now do you want another one, right here?"
"NOOOOOOOO...please..."
"I didn't think so."

The trucker figured that some game was going on here, but wasn't
exactly sure what to do. He just stared. Sera began to panic.
"Now show our friend here how stacked you are."
Her eyes darted back and forth. She was trapped, and she knew it.
Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into view.
"JEEEEESUS..." exclaimed the trucker.
She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.

"Step forward, Sera," said Billy.
She took a step away from the wall.
"Now put your arms behind your back."
She looked worriedly at Billy, and then at the trucker. Slowly her
arms moved around her back, to the back of her jeans. Her wrists
crossed over each other above the back belt loop. She felt horribly
vulnerable, the whole front of her body exposed.
"Now, jump up and down for us," said Billy.
Oh God.
How could he ask such a terrible thing.

"Please don't ask me..."
"Come on," Billy clapped his hands together.
Sera made a little jump, making her breasts bounce.
"Come ON," Billy clapped his hands together again.
She started to make little jumps.
"Higher!"
She began to jump up and down, making her huge nude tits bounce and
flop around, up and down. Billy walked up closer and watched. The
trucker did likewise and soon looked on the verge of passing out. He
reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to accommodate
his raging hard-on.
"Nice, aren't they?" said Billy.
The trucker could not speak. He just stood rooted to the spot. His
face was bright

"Okay, you can stop," said Billy finally.
She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her arms.
She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated in
her life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible.
Billy handed her the little bikini top.
"Here put this on," he said.
Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini top
on. She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her neck.
"Here, let me help you," said Billy.

He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again she
faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He gripped
the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over her
nipples and fastened behind her neck. He began to pull them taught,
so that they fit snugly over her breasts. He pulled tighter, causing
her boobs to bulge out below and at either side of each side of the
top. It made it look several sizes too small. It looked obscene.

"There we go," he said.
She couldn't look.
"Now, let's go have lunch," he said.
He took her hand, and led her out. The trucker went into one of
the stalls.

Chapter Four

"NOOOO, PLEASE...." cried Sera.
It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was
in- standing in nothing but her jeans in a parking area she couldn't
even see, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled
wide apart. Her huge breasts sat there, sticking out rudely, on offer
like cantaloupes at the supermarket.

Now Billy told her that, keeping her eyes closed, she had to endure
some stranger touching them. She felt adrenaline pump into her
stomach.
"Just a little feel." he said. "Now, I'll be standing here the whole
time. And remember, you can't move a muscle."
"Oh, please..." she sobbed.
"Now if you do," Billy continued, "if you move- no matter what
happens- it'll be the same as if we caught you looking, you
remember..."
"Oh God..."
"That's right, jeans and panties down for a spanking."
Sera's head swirled, and she felt as though she might throw up.

She heard footsteps.
"Hi there." It was a man's voice.
Again, she fought the urge to panic.
"Come, on Sera," said Billy. "Say hello."
Did he HAVE to torment her like this?
"H..hi..." She clinched her eyes shut.
Sera stood rooted to the spot.
"Now, what will happen if you move?" asked Billy.
She could feel men standing around her. She could hear their
breathing.
"Come on Sera, what will happen?"
She clinched her eyes shut.
"A sssaa...ss...sspanking..."
"That's right, a spanking. And where will you get it?"
"Oh my God, please...please don't do this..."
"Come on Sera," Billy continued, "where will you get it..."
"On..on..mmy...bottom...."
"That's right. And what kind of shape will your bottom be in?"
"Bbb...bare..."
"God," said a man's voice. He sounded much older. "That sure
sounds good to me." He coughed. "Come on, sweetie, open your eyes..."
said another.

"Now," continued Billy, "just to serve as a little reminder, Sera,
while keeping your arms in place, turn yourself around so that we can
get a good look at your bottom."
It was not enough to be standing here with her breasts sticking out
like this. She swallowed hard and decided not to argue. The stakes
were just too high. Slowly she turned herself around so that her back
was facing them..
"Wow, that sure is a nice ass." It was another man's voice.
"Yeah," laughed the first man. "It reminds me of a horse I once
saw..."
They all laughed.
"Kinda hard to tell in those jeans though..."
Sera heart started pumping wildly.
"Now, now," said Billy. "We did promise her that if she doesn't move
unless we say so that she can keep her jeans on."
"Awwww," someone said.

"But," Billy continued, "she could bend over for us a bit to show us
the nice shape...couldn't you Sera."
She couldn't respond.
"Sure you could." Billy said. "Now keep your arms in position, and
just bend over at the waist..."
Another sob escaped her full lips.
"SERA!"

She did it. She bent at the hips, with her elbows sticking out
horizontally like the wings of a bird. Her big nude tits hung straight
down unencumbered. They wobbled slightly.
"Bend one knee, and keep the other leg straight."
She did.
"Great...now bend over a little farther..."
She bent over even further.
"That's right," said Billy. "Really stick it out there."

Tears started to trail down her nose and fall to the pavement in
little splatters. She could hear them walking around her. She heard
someone come around to her left and squat down. She could hear
breathing inches away. She heard him get down on the ground to look up
at her. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, as she imaging the
sight her big hanging breasts were making for him.
"You sure have great tits.." the man said.
"Yeah." another man, suddenly on the other side.
She tried not to think about them. She heard the music and tried to
tune in.

"Say, `thank you,' Sera" said Billy suddenly.
"Please..."
"Come on, Sera."
"Th...th...thank you."
They all chuckled.
"Well, you're welcome, Babe."

"Okay," said Billy. "Let's get you back into position. Turn around and
stand up again, but keep your arms where they are. Once again she
turned around and repositioned herself in the obscene pose, hands
behind neck, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust forward.
"Fred, you EVER seen tits that nice?"
"Shit no."
"Are these things real, sweetheart?"
"Y...yes." She knew she better answer.
"I don't see no scars, Bob."
"Sometimes they're underneath."
"Yeah, let's see."

Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock,
and she flinched.
"Sorry..." she said quickly, hoping it wouldn't count.
There was chuckling, but no one said anything.
She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a piece of
fruit. Her face flushed.
"Gawd, they're heavy," said Bob.
"Let's see," said Fred.
She felt another hand lift her right breast.
"Your right, Bob," he replied. "Have you ever weighed these beauties,
Babe?"
"N...no."

Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. The force
made her have to take a step back.
"Nope, no scars under here."
She stood there as both men squeezed the breasts she was so
tantalisingly offering.
"You know the best way to tell," said Bob, releasing the left one.
"What's that?" asked Fred, doing likewise.
She heard Bob walk around behind her.
"Oh..." she said as she felt the front of Bob's body come into contact
with her. She could feel his big belly and then his erection against
her back. She could feel his hot breath. It stank of stale cigarettes.
"You hold `em together like this," he said reached around from behind.
Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He
squeezed them, moulding them in his hands.

She could hear his breathing get raspy as he just played with them for
a few moments.
"Then you gotta check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting
them fall back into place. Then he began to pinch her nipples, tugging
on them. Slowly, they became erect.
"They sure look real." offered Fred.
Bob went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.
"Here, your turn."

Holding her position, she heard Fred move to the same spot. As he
leaned into her, she felt his erection as well. He did the same thing.
He too smelled like cigarettes. It was foul. She wanted to be sick.
After a few moments of mauling, he too released her. She heard him
walk back around. Though her arms were really starting to ache, she
held her position. No one said anything. She could hear heavy
breathing over hear the music.
They let her stand for a moment.
She wanted to die of shame.
No one said a word. She just listened to them walk around her.

"Well, little Sera," she heard Billy say. He was right behind her,
though she couldn't feel him against her like the others.
She waited, waited for him to say or do something.
Then it happened. She felt his hands reach around her body and go to
the top of her jeans. She lost control- her hands frantically leapt
down and grabbed his, pushing them away.
She heard cheering.
"Awe, Sera..." he said. "that was just a test..."
In a panic, she suddenly opened her eyes...and froze.

There in front of her were not just two men, but a small group, more
like seven or ten, all different shapes and sizes standing in a
semi-circle around her. The sight before her made her scream. She fell
to the pavement in a heap.
Laughter and applause rang out.
But that wasn't the worst.
A couple of them had cameras. She realised that men had been taking
pictures of her the whole time. When she finally looked up again, she
saw that both Ken and Jack had VIDEO CAMERAS.

She pulled her arms tightly around her and covered her face with her
hands. The humiliation was almost unbearable. She spread her fingers
apart and looked out. They were in a small parking area that looked
like it was situated behind the building it served, which itself
fronted the road. It looked as though it could hold around twenty
cars. On the other side, facing her was some kind of warehouse.

Apart from Billy's, there were four other cars parked there. Then
another sight suddenly caught her eye, and she froze. There, grinning
at her, were four young kids with skateboards in their hands. They had
watched the whole thing. Sera covered her face with her hands, her
arms covering her breasts. She looked as though she were clutching a
pair of pillows in front of her body.
"You BASTARD," she suddenly screamed at Billy.

Billy squatted down next to her. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her
hair and jerked her head upright so that he was facing him. The move
shocked her. She clinched her hands into little fists underneath her
chin
"Don't you EVER call me a name like that AGAIN." he said.
The look in his eye suddenly scared her. She went silent.

Billy turned to the assembled audience, and told them to give him a
minute. They backed off, most going to sit on the hoods of their cars.
"Now," said Billy. "Its time you and I have a little chat."
"How COULD you?"
"It's not such a big thing, showing off your titties."
She flinched at the word "titties." She was being treated like a
whore.
"Now, we got a nice long weekend together."
Her eyes widened.
"Wh..what do you mean..."
"Well, we're going to spend some time together- me, you, and the
boys." He looked her in the eye to make sure she was getting it.
That's what the test is all about."
She just stared in disbelief.

"Now we can all have a nice, easy time together if you do like your
told."
"You BAS-" she stopped herself.
"That's right. You're learning."
"Wh..what do you want?" she asked.
"Well," he replied, "we're gonna want a lot of stuff, and its not all
going to be easy for you..."
"You..you can't make me..."
"Well, its up to you to decide. You can either come along with us and
do what we tell you to do, or we can put you on the bus home. It's up
to you."
He suddenly smiled.
"BUT, we've got a lot of great pictures of you showing off your
tits..."
"OH, my GOD..."
"...and some nice ones of you sticking out your ass."

He let her cry for a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and
smiled and nodded to the men. He turned back towards the weeping girl.
"Now, listen real carefully," he said, "as I was saying, from here on
out, I am going to make sure the rest of this weekend doesn't get TOO
out of hand."
She looked up at him. Her eyes were red and wet.
"Wh..what do you mean?"
"I mean that things COULD get out of hand," he replied. He smiled down
at her.
"You don't think each of those guys would LOVE to have his evil way
with you?"
"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, NOOOOO, PLEASE...." She became panicked.
"But, I'm not going to let that happened. That IS," he said, "as long
as you do as I say, and I mean EXACTLY as I say."
Tears of helplessness welled up again.
"OR..." he took her delicate chin in his hand. "Or things ARE going
to get out of hand, and we've got a long weekend ahead of us."

"W...what. ..do...want me to do?"
"I want you to do what I tell you to Sera. EXACTLY. And as long as you
do that I am going to make sure that things stay cool.
She stared at him.
"One of your school friends has a kinda mean streak that I have to
control."
A hand shot up to cover her mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"But, as I said," he continued, "I will keep things cool if you
promise to be obedient, no matter WHAT I ask of you."
"Oh, God, I couldn't, I just couldn't."
"Mmmmm...let's see...imagine one day every computer in school starts
up with a nice picture of you sticking your tits in some old guy's
face?"
She just closed her eyes, forcing tears to roll down either side of
her face.
She was totally defeated.

"Now," Billy continued, "we've got pictures of Caroline and all of the
others as well, and we don't go handing them around. It's just between
us. It's just this test weekend."
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Now, I mean it," he said. "Do what I tell you and all this stuff will
be kept under my lock and key."
She shuddered. The thought of pictures of her being passed around
school made her sick. She was trapped. She had no choice.
"Okay?"
"O...okay...." she whispered.
"Okay," he said. "Now I promise to keep up my end. Do you promise too?
"Y..yes...." she heard herself say.
"Good," he said.

He stroked her hair, and ran the back of his hand down the side of her
lovely face. Her eyes pulled shut.
"Well we got our first little test right here, don't we?"
"OH...oh...NOOOO," she said, her eyes widening with realisation. She
had forgotten.
"That's right," he said. "Now, here's the deal," he continued, "if you
don't cause a scene- any MORE of one I mean- and follow my
direction..."
"OH, you COULDN'T, my God, PLEASE don't ask me..."
She looked beyond him and saw that none of the men had moved. They
were all clearly waiting.

"As I was saying, if you do as I say..." He grabbed her by the
chin again and looked straight into her eyes.
"If you do as I tell you, it will only be me who spanks you."
"Oh..my....." she started to feel faint.
He shook her chin to bring her around.
"This is going to be a good first obedience test for you, I can tell."
"Please...please...don't..."
"If you DON'T do it as I tell you...
She looked up at him in horror.
"Then it won't just be me who spanks you. It will be our friends from
Glasgow too..."
She clenched her eyes shut at the thought.

"...and I'll even have to let the skateboard kids have a turn."
"Oh, God, oh no...okay..."
"Do we have a deal."
"Y...yes...DON"T let them..."
"I won't."
She grabbed his arm.
"And NO PICTURES."
He looked down at her.
"I'm sorry. Pictures are all part of the deal."
"Oh, no..PLEASE no pictures...." her hands covered her face.
"Hey we already got enough to put out a special Sera magazine, what's
the difference?"
A hand went to her face in sheer disbelief.
"Besides, it's only a couple of pictures of your butt, no big deal."
She took a deep breath and tried to control herself.
"But don't worry. None of these guys will ever develop them, they're
all from far away from us. They just like to take `em."

"COME ONNNNN" a voice from the crowd. "We haven't got all day here..."
Billy turned and looked back at them.
"Their getting agitated, Sera," he said turning back to face her. "The
longer we wait, the harder its going to be for me to keep `em away
from a turn."
She just sat there crying.
Billy stood up, and reached down and took her hands away from her
face. She resisted, but he pulled her upright. As soon as he let go,
she crossed her arms in front of her.
"Now you remember," he said as he put his arm around her and began
walking her to where the car was parked. "You just do as I say, and
we'll all get out of here in one piece."

She was scared.
She was petrified.
While most of the cars were parked normally, Billy's had pulled in
long-ways and sat over several spaces. The passenger side faced them.
She tried not to look as Billy walked her towards the front of the
car. He stopped just as they got to the front wheel and gently turned
her around so that her bottom made contact with the bumper. He stepped
back.
Once again she was facing her audience.

"Okay, Sera," Billy began. "Let's take the hands down and put them on
the edge of the bumper. She couldn't look up. Slowly she lowered her
arms, and immediately as her breasts bobbing into view she heard the
clicking of cameras.
"Come on, look up."
She did, and saw what seemed like a mass of faces and cameras. She
noticed Jack and Ken both pointing video cameras at her. Ken let the
guys get their shots and instructed his two video photographers to
walk around and get different angles.
"Okay, Sera. Now undo your jeans."
She whimpered, and had to blink away the tears as she looked down. For
the second time today, her wooden fingers popped the button free.
"Great, now pull down the zipper..."
It slid down smoothly, again exposing a white triangle of the top of
her panties.
She tried to pretend it was a dream.

"Okay, now scoot them down a bit." It was all just a bad dream.
Slowly, she grabbed the material at the hips. She started to pull it
down.
She stopped after a couple of inches and grabbed the top of her
panties with her delicate right hand to keep them from going as well.
She used her left hand to work them down, and got them beyond the
panties to the tops of her thighs.
"A little bit farther, Sera, about halfway down your thighs."
She had to fidget to do it, making her breasts wobble appealingly.

From her narrowest point, at about her navel, the lines began to flare
out moving down her hips, and made a lovely contrast to her concave
stomach. She was delightfully curvy.
The material of her panties looked effervescent in the bright
sunlight, they seemed to glow. All along the top couple of inches
there was a delicate lace pattern, which smoothed out into solid
material below. The ball of her mons was clearly visible.
"Okay, now turn around."
He arms came up across her chest. She slowly tried to turn around
without causing her jeans to go down any further. She leaned the
front of her thighs against the bumper.

Though her waist was quite narrow, and her back and arms thin and
delicate, her hips flared out into a surprisingly full, round bottom.
The cheeks were clearly defined and stood out. They looked full, firm
and solid. The line between them was visible through her panties.
"Oh my God, what an ass," she heard a male voice say.
"NOOO Shit," said another.
She tried not to listen.
"Okay, Sera, now lean forward on the bonnet."
She couldn't believe this was happening.

Still clutching her breasts, she leaned forward, then put her hand
down onto the bonnet. She lay her body down on the metal leaning her
weight on her forearms underneath her. She was glad it wasn't too hot.
She could smell the dust and dirt on the metal.
"You know," she heard Billy say. "Katie's panties are going to come
down now, and...well...I'm just wondering is this is not going to be
too intense for these young guys."
"NOOO Way man," called out an urgent young voice.
"Come ON, Dude, it's TOTALLY cool," said another.
"I don't know..."
"Sure, let `em watch," said a man.
"Yeah, hell they're old enough," said another.
"Yeah," chimed in still another, "and they'll never get a chance to
see anything this nice again."
Laughter.
"Well.......Okay," said Billy.

Humiliated, Sera, still lying on her forearms, buried her face in her
hands. She just cried.
"Sera," it was Billy's voice, only now he had come around to the other
side of the car and was in front of her rather than behind. She
lifted her face up out of the cradle of her hands and looked at him.
She saw him standing there with Jack, who had the video camera in his
hand.
Billy got down on a knee so that his face was level with hers. Jack
did likewise.
"Now, Sera," said Billy, "it's real important that you keep your head
up now."
She saw Jack smile at her as she realised why. He was going to shoot
her face as she got her spanking.

"Now," continued Billy before she could say anything. "Pull your arms
out and put them behind your back."
She looked pleadingly at him.
"Come on, come on.."
She leaned her body to one side and then the other and pulled her arms
out from underneath her. Her big breasts squashed against the bonnet
of the car.
She crossed her arms over the small of her back.
Jack pointed the camera at her.
"As they say," said Billy, "Keep your chin up."
He chuckled and got up.

She stared at the lens for a moment, mesmerised. She heard Billy open
the boot of the car and fish around. Then she felt the car move as he
slammed it shut. He walked around Jack and stopped in front of her,
just to her right.
"Look up at me, Sera," he said.
She lifted her eyes and saw that he too now had a video camera. She
looked for a moment and then shut her eyes. She could hear him slowly
walking to her right, shooting video down the length of her body.
"Okay, Sera," she heard him say, now finally back around behind her.
"Now let's ease those pretty panties down."

She choked on a sob. Her body felt tingles of shame. She thought about
what he'd said again, about letting other people spank her, and fought
the urge to resist. She uncrossed her arms and slowly moved them down
to her hips. She slid her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly
started to pull down.

The top of the cleft between her cheeks came into view. Because of the
firmness of her bottom, it was shaped like a "Y." The material
slowly came down, exposing the moons of her luscious ass. Like
her breasts, the skin was slightly lighter in colour, though there
were now discernible tan lines. She stopped just at the very top of
her thighs.
Someone let out a whistle, and there was laughter- not because it was
funny, but to release the tension. She choked back a sob. She was
lying on a car with her bottom bare.
"Hey, Kid," Billy said, "do you know how to work a video camera?"
"Yeah SURE." he said enthusiastically.
"Okay, you take over here."
Sera just lie there with her eyes closed in horror. She tried not to
think about Jack and the video camera just a couple feet away. She
felt Billy lean against the car. His back was to her, and he faced the
audience.
"Now put your arms back across your back," he said over his shoulder.
She pulled them back up and crossed them across her back.
"Don't move `em, or I may have to tie `em."
She lay perfectly still.

"Now, we need to adjust these..."
She flinched at his touch, but didn't move.
He reached over to both sides and took her panties in his fingers.
He eased them down further, down to the middle of her thighs.
"WHAT A FUCKING ASS," a male voice shouted.
"I'm going to have to jack off right here," said another.
There was laughter.

She felt Billy's hand on her right cheek. He just rubbed it, like he
was shining an apple. His fingers played with the resilient flesh. He
moved to the other cheek and did the same.
"Okay...Ready, Sera?"
She sobbed.
"Y...ye...yes."
SLAP.

The first one made her cry out. It really stung.
SLAP.
Again, she cried out.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. A succession that made her body
twist around. Billy reached over and pulled her right hip in, pulled
her pelvis into contact with his own, He held her tightly. Again he
began to rub her cheeks, rubbing some of the sting away.
"Relax," he said.

She realised her bottom was clenched.
He gave a light slap.
"RELAX."
She did.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, he continued, spanking her all around
her bottom and the tops of her thighs.
Sera just cried openly at the pain. Tears streamed down her face.
Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing away some of the horrible
stinging.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, again, he continued, spanking her
defenceless, naked bottom.

When he finally stopped, her bottom was on fire. It felt like it was
glowing. He rubbed it for a while, and then he pulled her
panties back up.
"Okay," he said finally, "you can pull your jeans up and get in the
car."
There was a loud round of applause.
Quickly, and despite the pain, she pushed her self up off of the hood
of the car and reached down and pulled her jeans up. She did up the
button and then came around to the back passenger side door and opened
it. She quickly slid in along the seat, wincing from the pain. She
pulled herself into a tight ball.

She watched as the guys stood chatting, and noticed money changing
hands. She wanted to be sick. Billy opened the driver's side door and
leaned in.
"That was great, Sera.," he said with a smile.
"How...how...could you?" she asked.
"AWW, it's no big thing," he said, "a little butt warming."
She just glared at him.
"Here," he said tossing her T-shirt to her. "You can put this back
on."
She grabbed it and quickly pulled it on over her head. She felt relief
at being covered again.

Billy walked back to the group. Every once in a while they would all
look back at her, and her stomach would lurch. She saw all of the guys
give Billy what looked like business cards. After a few moments
they all broke up and went to their cars. Billy went over and picked
her bra up off of the ground and slung it over his shoulder, and then
he, Jack, Tom, and Ken all walked back to the car and got in. They
watched the kids get back on their boards and skate away.
"I think those kids are going to be scared for life," said Jack
laughing.
They all laughed.
Except Sera.

They all turned to face her.
She shuddered.
"Okay, now," said Billy, "are we all clear on the ground rules for our
weekend together, Sera?"
She was totally humiliated. She knew she had no choice other than to
listen to Billy.
"Y..yes."
"Good," he said.
"Now, let's be sure. Let's be sure that you're going to be nice and
cooperative."
She closed her eyes. She felt her bottom burning against the seat.
"Now lift up that T-shirt and show us your pretty titties."

Slowly she grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, up over
her lean stomach until her big nude tits sprang into view.
"Higher, all the way up."
She pulled it all the way up to her shoulders leaving the beautiful
mounds totally exposed.
"Stick `em out."
She pushed her chest forward.
"Great. Now wobble `em around a little bit."
"Wh..what?"
"Come on, wiggle your shoulders back and forth and make `em dance a
little."
She started to sway her shoulders, making her huge jutting breasts
jiggle tantalisingly. They all watched the obscene show.
"Okay, Ken," said Billy. "Start `er up. I'll tell you where we're
going next."

School Girl Part 4

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior
girls from getting out of line. It was simple: they would
occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had
displeased them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded
her. Long before this stage though, the faculty who were not
willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable teachers
were hired. Everything was pretty much set now; the only thing
that was needed was to codify the rules the faculty had instituted.

The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have
unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The members of
Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or
freshmen. The seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity.
The juniors were a special case: they were free from everyone
except the faculty at the school, yet they had no priveleges with
the underclasswomen. There was an arrangement, though, where a
junior could become a slave of a senior, who would then allow her
to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the underclasswomen.
Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and then the day
after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a godsend,
since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the pill
did, leaving them their girlish selves.

She also learned something about the personalities who were
presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was
reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul, her secretary, was a bit
of a sadist, and played favorites. His favorite, and the favorite
of most of the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.
She practically ran the school, getting everything she wanted, but
the girls were most afraid of the girl Ingrid had taken under her
wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was a true sadist, delighting in bringing
pain to the underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been
weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were nicer than
others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.

The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the
girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount
of time the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use.
Animosities would grow over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and
the underclasswomen usually got caught in the battles between the
seniors. The sophmores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed it
to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a junior or two,
so when they advanced a grade, they could make a deal. Also, in
their role as sympathizers with the incoming freshmen, most of whom
were traumatized by the attention paid them, they found girls ripe
for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after the first few weeks,
when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.

She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su Lee had
refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to
class, not eating, not speaking. They had carried her away a day
later, and Karen had not seen her since. From what she could
gather, they had taken her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept
her drugged and tied in an underground room, where anyone could
come down and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like
Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their predicament,
were sent for either breaking or desensitation. After a month of
being tied in a drug haze, being fucked almost constantly in one
manner or another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to
do anything.

Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think
about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new,
became an instant, if temporary, favorite. She was taught
cunningless until she was a pro, and found that there were endless
ways her body could be made to orgasm. The few men from the frat
who came over and used her were the best though, and every time she
was penetrated she thought about how much better the real thing
really was. Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven
over to the frat house and taught how to please a man. Not only
did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how to move
her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm,
etc., she also learned how to flirt. She learned to be an innocent
flirt, a haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she
learned what to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She
learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and pleased,
scared, wanton, a combination of those. She learned what to wear
and how to walk. Most important of all, she was taught how to
reach orgasm, until with even the slightest stimulation, whether
pleasure or pain, she could come.

She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though. Each
nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her
mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before
some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was
buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another
woman's vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and
teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her
mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself
before these abusers, the way her body danced to their
manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel
ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed
bitch who cared only about getting off. At the same time she
secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just
seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn't quite
resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close.

Chapter Three

As the car moved along the road, thoughts swirled around in Sera's
head. She wondered how bad this test could get. How far she could go?
Had Caroline and the others done this? The more she thought about it,
the more she thought they had. These tests were always embarrassing.
Sitting in front a bunch of guys in just a bra probably wouldn't
bother the other girls so much. But then the other girls didn't have
breasts like Sera. They didn't go through life having their chest
stared at, and having guys make rude comments.

Far from feeling more comfortable, as time passed, it became worse.
Behind the blindfold she had this horrible image of all four guys just
staring at her, staring at her breasts, the whole way. An hour or so
went by, and again the guys talked amongst themselves. Whenever it got
quiet, Sera got nervous.

"Whoa," said Billy suddenly. "There's a petrol station. We'd better
fill up."
Oh, God, thought Sera. That meant being in a public place. In just her
bra.
"Can I please put my shirt back on?" she asked hopefully.
"Naw," said Billy, "it will help loosen you up."
She felt the car slow down and pull in over the curb.
It stopped.
"Ken," Billy said to the guy in the front seat , the one she didn't
know. "Fill 'er up will ya?"

She heard Billy's door open, and then Ken's on the passenger side.
Sera could hear people around her, and for the first time, even though
it had gotten wet and soggy from her tears, she was glad to be
blindfolded. She would have died if she had been able to see people
looking at her. She heard the sound of the nozzle going into the gas
tank.

Suddenly, she jumped as someone knocked on the window to her left. She
heard Jack roll it down, and as he did, the noise of the outside
filled the car. She stiffened. She could hear people talking in hushed
voices. They were looking at her, talking about her, she just
knew it. She pushed her bottom back into the seat and hunched forward.
She felt sick.

Finally, she heard Billy and Ken get back into the car, and start it
up. She gave silent thanks as she felt the car move again. They pulled
back out into the road. For a moment, no one said a word.
"Well, Sera," said Billy finally. His voice was now on the passenger
side. Ken, she realised must be driving.
"You were quite a hit at the petrol station." He chuckled. A
couple of the other guys chuckled as well.
"Now," he continued, "we've been kinda easy on you, cause your kinda
shy. But one of the things about the test is that sometimes the girl
has to make little sacrifices for the good of the group."
She felt her heart pound.
"Make a right up here," Billy told Ken. "There - there on the
left...there they are... pull in here."

She felt the car pull in and slowly come to a stop. Her body
stiffened.
"Now." Billy continued, "here's the deal, no big thing."
She heard things being moved around again.
"Now these couple of guys, they're some kind of travelling sales guys,
saw you in the car, and were mighty taken with you."
"Please..." was all she could say.
"Don't get freaked out," he continued, "we're not selling you into
white slavery..."
The guys all laughed.
"They're real nice guys."
More giggling.
"They even offered us fifty quid towards our camping trip."
It went quiet..
"Isn't that nice of them, Sera?"
She didn't respond.
"I said, Isn't that nice of them?"
Slowly, she nodded her head.
"I can't hear you Sera."
"Y..yes."
"Yes it sure is. Now, its only fair that we do something nice for them
as well, don't you agree?"

"W..what do you mean..."
More giggling.
"Well, these nice guys, would really like to watch you take your bra
off."
"NOOOO...Oh my God....." She crossed her arms over her body.
Laughter filled the car.
"LISTEN SERA," said Billy sternly. "Its no big thing, and EVERYONE'S
done it."
"No...you don't understand...I COULDN'T..."
"Look, you can keep your pants on, even button 'em up."
"NOOO...please..."
He paused.

"You keep the blindfold on, so they won't even know who you are. We've
pulled into a very secluded little parking place here. All you have to
do is just go over there behind that building, away from prying eyes,
well most of `em anyway, and take your bra off, let 'em have a look,
and off we go."

The car filled with nervous tension.
"Please don't make me do this..."
"You HAVE to do it."
He paused.
"Come on."
"Please..."
"OR," said Billy, "if it would be easier, I can get Jack and Tom to
take it off for you."
"NOOOO..."
"Either way, its up to you."

She couldn't move. She started to cry again.
"Come on," Billy said, opening the car door.
She heard all of the doors open, and Billy came around to the door on
her right hand side."
"Now zip up your pants"
Resigned, she lifted her bottom off of the seat, re-zipped her pants
and re-did the button.
"Here, give me your hand."
"Please...not this..."
"Come ON!"

He reached in and grabbed her hand. The contact made her jump, but she
allowed herself to be slowly pulled across the seat.
"Here," said Billy, pulling her legs out from the car and setting her
bare feet on the concrete, "I'll make this easy, just hold my arm."
As she stepped out the car, and stood up, suddenly a loud whistle rang
out. It was followed by another, and the someone yelled,
"YYYYEEEEOOWWW..."
Her knees buckled, and she felt Billy lurch- and just as suddenly the
noise stopped. It was quiet.

Billy walked her across the grass. Her legs were so wobbly that she
had to hold on to his arm to make it.
"How about here, against this wall?" she heard Billy ask, but she
wasn't sure to who.
She couldn't hear any response.
She felt him put his hands on her shoulders. He backed her up until
her back was against a wall.

"Now, you just do exactly as I tell you, and everything is going to be
fine, understand."
"Please...DON'T do this..."
"Stop it Sera. It's not so bad. EVERYTHING I say, and it will be over
in a minute. Understand?"
He paused.
"Now don't embarrass me by making a big scene. I'd hate to have to let
these guys take your bra off for you..."
Her head fell forward.
She was totally defeated.
"O...Okay," she whispered.
"Good. Now it will be over in no time."

He released her, and she could hear him walk away. She pulled her arms
up to cover herself.
"Hey Ken," Billy said, "put a tape on will ya'."
With the back of her hand, Sera brushed a few tears away. She heard
music fill the air, and wondered if the volume would call attention to
them. It drowned out the distant sound of traffic. At least, she
wasn't standing where cars could see her as they went by. She tried to
imagine where she was and who was watching.

"Now just relax a minute, Sera."
She could hear people moving around.
"You guys ready?"
She didn't hear any response.
"Okay, Sera," she heard Billy say, suddenly to her left. Her
blindfolded face moved in his direction.
"Now put your hands flat against the wall."
She could barely move.
"Come on Sera..."

Slowly she released her grip of her upper body and moved her hands
away from her breasts. She turned them over and spread her fingers out
against the rough surface of the wall. She turned her head to one side
in shame.
"Now let's take a couple of deep breaths to relax you."
She breathed in through her tight throat.
"All the way, Sera."
She filled her lungs making her chest stick out.
"Good," said Billy, now on the other side of her. "Do it a couple of
times to get relaxed."

She could hear him walking around her as she took deep breaths. He was
inspecting her like a piece of meat. Finally, he walked right up to
her. She shuddered. She felt so vulnerable in this position.

"You know, Sera," he said, "it's just not fair that these nice
gentlemen can't see your lovely face.
"NOOO, please, leave it on..."
He was standing right in front of her.
"These guys are all from Glasgow or somewhere, we'll never see them
again."
He paused a moment.
"So, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take off the blindfold, but
you HAVE to keep you eyes closed, do you understand?"
"Please, can't we just.."
"No, we can't," he said. "Now here's the deal. You CANNOT open your
eyes, do you understand? And if you DO..."
He paused.
"...if you do, then as punishment, you are going to have to take your
jeans down, and your panties and take a spanking on your bare bottom,
right here over the bonnet of my car."

She gasped. She was too stunned to say anything. She would rather be
shot standing here against this wall.
"And I really mean it, Sera. Right here in front of our two friends
from Scotland."
Things had gone so far out of control that it had become like some
horrible dream.
"I..I.. won't look" was all she could say.
"No I bet you won't." He laughed.
"Okay, now he I go. Close your eyes..."

She bit down on her lower lip and clinched her eyes shut. As he lifted
the blindfold from her face, she felt cool air rush in. Her face was
still wet from crying. Billy carefully lifted the elastic strap off
over her head. Very gently, he rearranged her hair, pulling it
backward so that it fell back behind her.
"We don't want to cheat our new friends," he said. She heard him step
back.
"Now remember, Sera..."

She leaned against the wall for support. She was NOT going to give
them any reason to think she'd opened her eyes.
She heard him walk away again.
"Now, we want you to pose for us a little bit, Sera," said Billy.
"I...I...Can't..."
"Sure you can. Lean forward and put your hands on your thighs just
above your knees.
She leaned forward.
"Keep your knees together."

She did, and realised the effect this pose had. Her two straightened
arms crushed her big breasts together between them, making the mounds
bulge obscenely over the tops of her bra-cups..
"That's nice, Sera. See, it's not so hard."
It was. She was so humiliated.
"Come on, give us a nice smile."
A smile? How could she. She tried.
"A REAL smile Sera, don't make me come over there and tickle you."
She forced her best smile.
"There, that's nice.

She could hear people moving around her, and was almost tempted to
open her eyes. She didn't, of course.
"Okay, now stand up nice and straight."
She did.
"Clasp your hands together behind your neck."
This was so horrible. Did he have to shame her like this? Displaying
herself like this in a parking lot in front of strangers she couldn't
even see. Her head spun.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of skateboards against
the pavement. She somehow managed to keep her eyes closed, but quickly
wrapped her arms around herself.
"WHOAAA, dude..." a young male voice.
Kids - at least two.
The skateboards suddenly stopped. She turned around and faced the
wall.
"Go on, piss off" she heard Billy say.
"Go on get out of here..."
She heard some movement, but didn't hear the skateboards rolling away.
"Okay, it was just a couple of kids," he said." They're gone now."

She didn't believe him. The thought of what was happening was horrific
enough without the added shame of having a couple of grubby kids watch
her shame as well. She didn't move.
"Come on Sera, we don't have all day here."
"Make them go..." she said.
"I SAID they were gone, Sera." She could hear a smile in his voice,
like he was holding back a laugh..
"You can always LOOK if you want to, but you know what will happen..."
She didn't move.

"Let's GO Sera, or I'll send Ken to find them and bring them back."
She clinched her eyes shut and slowly turned around.
"Atta girl."
She just knew they were still there, standing watching her.

"Now let's go back to where we were before we were so RUDELY
interrupted."
She heard snickering.
Yes, she KNEW they were still there- watching. Watching her standing
in just her bra being forced into obscene poses.
"Now stand up straight and clasp your hands behind your neck."
She listened to the music and tried to lose herself in it. Slowly, she
raised her arms up, feeling her bra lift with her body. She brought
her hands behind her neck and laced the fingers together.

"Great, great. Now pull your elbows back"
Slowly, she did. It made her bra pull so taut that it became like a
second skin. Her breasts rose up on her chest and stuck out. She heard
someone suck in their breath. She tried not to think about it.
"Give us a smile, Sera, come on..."
She tried again, and remembering his threat about the tickling, tried
hard.

"Great, now turn a little to your left."
She started to turn...
"In fact keep that beautiful smile, and keep those elbows pulled back
nice and tight, and slowly turn right the way around for us, all the
way around.."
She felt like meat on a hook. Trying to hold the smile and trying to
keep from crying, she slowly turned herself around in a circle, giving
the audience a lusty view of her outstretched body from all angles.

"Great," said Billy as she turned around to face them again.
"Okay, now let your arms down again."
She released her hands from behind her neck and lowered them,
resisting the temptation to cover herself as they went down.
"Now," Billy continued, "reach up and ease the straps down off of your
shoulders."
"Please..." she said. She just couldn't say anything else. She choked
back a sob.
"Come on, Sera."

Slowly, with her eyes closed, she reached up and felt her way along.
She slid the tips of her fingers underneath the white shoulder strap
on her left shoulder.
"That's right.."
She lifted it away from her skin, and pulled it up over her shoulder.
"All the way down, Sera."
She pulled it down until it just hung loose against her arm, peeling
back the top inch of so of her bra-cup..
"Now the other one."
Slowly, she did the same on the other side, leaving both straps
dangling.

The effect was breathtaking. With her long blonde hair pulled behind
her, her long beautiful neck was open going right down her slim
shoulders. Now all of the creamy tanned skin, from her shoulders,
across her chest was exposed. Her big breasts just sat in the cups of
her bra like scoops of ice cream, and the top half of the luscious
mounds, though still in the bra, lay open to the gaze of the audience.

"Okay, now go back to the first pose, with your hands on your knees."
She leaned forward and did as she was told. Skill keeping her eyes
shut, she could just imagine the sight.
"Pull your arms in nice and tight."
As she leaned forward, she felt the shoulder straps fall farther down,
down to her forearms. The tops of the bra-cups fell back slightly as
well. The effect, as she pulled her arms together, was like squashing
two balloons. The bra barely contained her.

"Come on, now, another big smile, Sera..."
God, WHY did he HAVE to keep tormenting her. Didn't he realise how
horrible this was? She forced another smile.
"Great," Billy said. "Now pucker up like Marilyn Monroe, give a big
kiss."
She formed her mouth into a big "O" like a kiss.
"MMMMMMMmmmmmm-Wah" Billy imitated the sound of a big kiss.
"Now stand up nice and straight again."
She did.
"Reach your hands up as high as you can."

This, all of a sudden, was just too much. She just burst out into
tears and put her hands up to cover her face, inadvertently mashing
her breasts together as she did so. She squatted down on her haunches
and started to sob.
"Awe, come on, Sera," said Billy. He walked up to her and squatted
down in front of her.
"Why you makin' such a big deal about this? None of the other
girls..."

"You don't UNDERSTAND," she said through her sobs. "You don't
understand how TERRIBLE this is for me..."
"Well we're almost done," he replied. He reached out and stroked her
hair.
"Please hasn't his been ENOUGH?"
"LOOK, GODDAMN IT," he said suddenly. "You either pull yourself
together here, or I have half a mind to find a skateboard park and
make you strip NAKED in front of a bunch of snot-nosed twerps."

Sera was stunned. She stopped crying instantly, maybe due to shock.
"Now Caroline had to do this in a bar, a bar full of men. You're
getting off easy."
Oh God, no wonder she never said anything about the test. How could
she...
"Now STAND UP and let's finish what we promised, here."

Sera, careful to keep her eyes shut, took a deep breath. She felt
Billy take her hands and pull her back up. As soon as he let go she
lifted her bra-cups back up and her hands went right back across her
chest.
"Okay?"
He would probably do it.
"O...okay..."
She heard him walk back to wherever he was standing before.

As she stood there, she fought the temptation to open her eyes. She
wondered who was watching her. It was better then in a BAR, though.
"Okay, now turn your back to us."
She turned herself around, suddenly feeling that her bottom was much
too big.
"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you."
She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath
through her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of
her, exposing her entire back..
"...and reach back and undo your bra."

She took a deep breath, and slowly she reached behind her and grasped
the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were, and pulled both
sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension. She freed
the four small eyelets. She had to do it a couple of times before they
all came free.

Slowly she pulled the two sides apart. She reached around with her
left arm and held the bra to her in the front. The two bra-straps
dangled uselessly. This revealed a beautiful, slim and unblemished
back. It was an exquisite shape, long perfect symmetry, and just a
slight hint of ribs showing. From her shoulders, the lines narrowed
gradually until you came to her waist, where they flared out again
before disappearing into the tops of her jeans. From this angle, one
would never imagine the enormous breasts hiding on the other side.

"Look back at us over your shoulder."
She turned her head back, and, unknowingly, with her eyes closed,
portrayed a sensuousness she certainly did not feel
"Okay, Sera, now turn around and face us."
Slowly she turned around clutching the material to her breast.
She could hear footsteps.
"Wait a sec.." it was Billy.

He moved around behind her and gently pulled her hair back away from
her front so that it all hung down behind her again, giving an
unobstructed view.
"We don't want to cheat our friends."
She heard him walk away again.
"Now turn a little sideways and lean your face up into the sun."
Clutching the material, she did what he asked, assuming several poses,
unaware of how sensuous they looked.

"Okay, now the moment of truth."
She felt tears coming
"Turn and face us."
She rotated slightly, clutching the material. The way she held it
pushed her breasts up.
"Okay, Sera. Now slowly pull it down."
A big tear rolled down her cheek.
She slowly lowered her bra.
Inch by inch, more creamy tan skin came into view.
"That's right, all the way off..."
She stopped just as the areolas were coming into view. She let out a
little sob.
"Come on Sera."

Slowly the material came down. First the tops, and then the actual
protruding nipples themselves came into view. They stuck out, aroused
by the shame. She let out another little sob.
"Just drop it Sera."
Slowly, she released the grip her fingers had on the material and let
the bra drop to the ground. She instantly crossed her arms over
herself.
"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Billy.
"Put your arms down at your sides."
She couldn't believe it. Here she was being forced to bare her breasts
for strangers she could not even see. Resigned, she let her arms drop
and hang limply at her sides.

No one present had ever seen a sight like this in their lives. It was
like something out of a magazine or a film. Usually boobs the size of
Sera's hung down once released from their support. Sera's did not.
They gloriously stood out on their own, almost perfectly round,
protruding ever so slightly towards the nipples.

Her aureoles were large, but not too. They were darker than her skin,
and as a result of her heightened embarrassment, had contracted,
creating little goose bumps. Likewise, the nipples themselves stood
out. No one said anything. She just stood there, fighting the reflex
to cover herself.

Billy cleared his throat.
"Ah, Okay, Sera, just a couple of poses."
She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently.
"Lean forward and grab your knees again."
For the third time, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts
were bare.
"Big smile, Sera..."
She forced another one.
"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."

She tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind
her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and
the lusty gaze of the men on her huge, nude tits as they rose up with
her arms.
"Big smile, Sera."
She forced another smile.
"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."
She slowly rotated her body around, giving her unseen audience a
spectacular visual tour of her perfect body. She came around full
circle, still with her hands clasped behind her.
"Great, just great...now don't move..."

She could hear footsteps coming toward her. She turned her face and
buried it into the upper part of her raised right arm, trying to hide.
"See," said Billy softly, "that wasn't so bad."
She started to release her hands.
"Wait," he said. "One last thing."
She could feel him staring down at her breasts.
"Put your hands back."
She did.

"That's great. Now pull your elbows back again."
She stretched them out again.
"Now since you've been such a pain about this.."
Her breathing sped up, causing her chest to move up and down.
"Well, these guys, well, they're wondering about...well... about
whether your tits are real..."
"Oh, GOD, oh god, no....."
"Well since it took you so long here, well it seems only fair that we
let `em see for themselves."

"Please...I did what you said..."
"It's no big deal. All they're going to do is come up and they're just
gonna touch `em a little bit to see if they're real."
"Please, PLEASE, I did what you said...
"Now you CAN'T move. You gotta stay in EXACTLY this position."
"Please don't let them touch me...."
"They ain't gonna rape you or nothing. They're just gonna feel them a
little bit."

Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled
back, with her big breasts sticking out, nude, like guns on a
battleship was more shame than she could have imagined in her worst
nightmare.

And now she had to let someone touch her.

Synopsis: To most of the world, Riordan is known as a wealthy young lord, with a notorious reputation for womanizing. When Riordan starts to fall in love with his manservant, Andrew, his friends attribute his decreased apetite for woman to jadedness. To fix this problem, they purchase him a gloriously beautiful slavegirl.
Comments: From author: This is a strong narrative, punctuated with some erotica. If you want some hard and fast sex scenes you probably will not be satisfied by the strong narrative and I recommend trying a different story.

Riordan and Elise

"I would like a woman to love me," Riordan mused, between sips of his drink. His friends could tell by the glaze in his eyes that he was tipsy. It didn't stop them from pouring him more wine.

"You've taken them all to bed," Andrew said, stoically, "and they aren't impressed."

Riordan only looked into his cup and sloshed the fluid around a little. "I'm tired of women."

"Perhaps you should try men," Ernest suggested, slyly nudging at his young companion, who blushed a deep red.

Riordan said nothing as the banter continued and the talk about sex and lust expanded into a verbal orgy. He put his cup down, leaned into the couch and closed his eyes. Despite the terrible loneliness that pressed into his chest, he felt comfortable—even content—around his friends and their garbled speech. He let himself fall into a light sleep as words buzzed around him.

When he woke up, the crowd had cleared and only Andrew sat in the couch across from him.

"So you're finally up?" Andrew reached across the space between the couches to pat Riordan on the knee, "There's a good fellow."

Riordan shifted, "Where is everyone?"

"It's almost daybreak, everyone's in bed."

"Daybreak?"

Riordan jumped up, and then grasped his head as dull pain closed over it. "I have business to attend to!"

Andrew just laughed.

"Where is my horse? Get my horse, boy!" He sprung up again, and grabbed his doublet which he had taken off earlier because of the heat, "Go make ready!"

When Andrew did not move, Riordan marched towards him, and cuffed his ear. "Get my horse, boy," he said angrily, "Unless you want to feel my whip."

Suddenly Andrew's face was serious. "Sir, you have no business today, it is Sunday."

Realization poured over Riordan's face, and he slumped back down into the couch. "Is it Sunday, boy?"

"Aye, sir, it is ."

"I'm sorry."

For a while they sat in the awkward silence, then at length Andrew spoke, "Shall I get you breakfast, sir?"

"Please."

Riordan watched the boy leave the room and knew he loved him.

***

It was Riordan's birthday and he was alone. His horse was climbing up the hills of Gabel Manor at a hearty canter, and he could feel the flush rise to his cheeks. His nostrils flared with the scent of ripe flowers on the air, and his eyes devoured the pinks and oranges that strayed from the rising sun and diffused through the sky. As he drew the reins back and his horse came to a halt, he thought of Andrew and he missed his company.

Andrew had been away for the night, entertaining the company of some young girl he fancied. Unlike his master, he preferred to court girls, and was slow, if not reluctant to take them to bed. It was this one fact that gave Riordan hope.

When he approached the doors of Gabel Manor, Andrew was waiting outside; engaging in conversation with the hostler. Beside the tired old man, Andrew's youth and charm were even more apparent. His skin was flawless and creamy, and he wore a haphazard smile on his face. "Good morning, Master," he greeted jovially as he caught the reins that Riordan tossed to him.

"Back later than usual," Riordan commented as he dismounted, "Your young honeysuckle must be very dry by now."

Andrew blushed and the hostler smiled knowingly as he led the horse away and let the master and servant speak. A breeze came and swept Andrew's dark curls over his milk white skin. He seemed like an angel to Riordan, and master could not help but pat the younger boy on his arm, "I only tease, lad."

"I know sir."

"You missed a splendid morning ride," Riordan told Andrew, "You should have seen the morning delicacies," he paused, "but you were no doubt gobbling up your own treats."

Andrew shifted away, "Jealousy does not become you, sir."

Riordan raised his voice, "Jealousy?"

"Aye sir, a master ought not to be jealous of his servant."

"I most certainly am not!"

"Please don't deny it Riordan, I know you too well."

Despite their friendship, Andrew rarely called his master by his name. This time, it made Riordan stop in his tracks.

"You don't know me at all."

"I know your mind, sir."

"You do not know—" and before he could even finish his sentence, he could feel his hand gaining momentum as it passed through the air and hit Andrew squarely on his cheek.

The boy stepped back. "Sir—"

"Andrew!" Riordan looked back at his hand, and his palm was red. Grief washed over him as he ran to his servant. "My boy, I'm so sorry, I—" but even as he reached out for Andrew's arm, the boy backed away. "Don't walk away from me Andrew, I am your master, and don't you forget it."

"Sir, I am not frightened of you. I just don't feel the same way."

And at this Riordan's heart broke. He was almost too frightened to ask, "Feel the same way about what?"

"I know you are not proud of me for my lack of activity with women. I know you want me to be like you, and I—" his eyes were cast down, and his cheeks were red, "I admire you sir, and respect you but the womankind are too fragile, and too delicate for me to break. I can not…"

"I'm not upset that you don't want to fuck women Andrew, and if you are fucking them, I'm not jealous that you are."

"I know sir, you're jealous because I have someone that loves me and you do not."

A pang of deep and agonizing pain ripped through Riordan's chest, and he clutched briefly at his heart as he staggered forward. "You're in love?"

"I am sir."

"I should have known, my boy, a good master ought to have known."

"It isn't your fault, I was discreet. I am sorry I upset you, lordship, and perhaps this is not the appropriate time but," he paused, and looked up at the taller man, "I am asking permission to marry her, lordship."

You may take your little whore and run away, Riordan thought, but even as the phrase came to mind, it disappeared. "I would like to make her acquaintance and know her family, and then, lad, we will together decide."

"Sir, I know that my heart belongs to her."

"I don't doubt you, I just wish to know if her heart is in the right place and her dowry is suitable."

"She will please you."

Riordan smiled. He thought about the virginal bride, and how he would fuck her and break her for his revenge, but when he looked back at Andrew and the little birthmark on his chin, and the light in his eyes, he knew he could not hurt him, "This is only a formality, Andrew, my boy, I want you to be happy."

They walked through the manor's halls in silence. It was his birthday, and instead of offering him a present, Andrew had taken all that Riordan had and crushed it in his blind, love-stricken path.

***

The list of friends, companions and acquaintances that attended Riordan's birthday feast was nothing short of spectacular. The familiar faces from drinking parties migrated close to their friend, making sure that his cup was never empty. Some men brought their women along; though very few of their consorts were actually their wives. Most were mistresses and lovers: young girls, who he would have thought as children, if it weren't for the coquettish smiles wrapped around their baby faces. He knew his friends too well; they were rich and loved to dress their pretty whores in scarves and silk blouses, and in the attire of young, flat-chested maidens.

Among the chatter in the parlor, he felt alone. He searched the room for Andrew but his loneliness only spread when he saw the young boy talking closely with a petite brunette girl. She must be his honeysuckle he thought. He elbowed through the crowd, murmuring haphazard responses at the greetings and shouts thrown at him, until he came to the corner where his valet and his lover stood.

"Good evening, my lad, and my lady."

Both snapped out of their daze and turned towards him abruptly. He was surprised at how beautiful the girl really was. Her light hair clung around her head in imperfect ringlets, framing a truly warm face. Her eyes were light brown and her smile was instant and caring.

"Good evening, lordship!" she exclaimed, and curtsied, "I wish you many happy returns."

Andrew and his girl were a beautiful couple—an angel boy and a pixie. Riordan could see the mischief beaming out from under her eyes, and the joy in her lips.

You must be Andrew's whore, he tested in his mind. He wanted to hate her, but her eyes were just as beautiful as her lover's. "I've heard of you, but I don't know your name, Miss."

"Heard of me?" she looked at Andrew from the corner of her eye and squeezed his hand, "I hope in good favour."

"Nothing but the best."

Andrew smiled, "Master, allow me to present Miss. Laurette Harbinger. Miss. Harbinger, as you know, this is the famous Lord Riordan Abergale."

"Aye, I do sir. Perhaps one day, I shall come to live in your home."

"You are quite forward, young Miss. Harbinger, I am not found of mischief-makers," but Riordan's tone was teasing.

"Oh, then how is it that you can tolerate my dear Andrew?"

The three of them laughed, but Riordan's stomach was clenching. He was surrounded by beautiful women. He was so close to Andrew, and yet they were worlds away. Even as they spoke Andrew's eyes were on Laurette's, and the only time they skimmed over to Riordan was to see if he approved. And how could he not approve? Andrew was the most beautiful when he was happy. He was no solemn angel but a cherub that brought brightness to a room when he smiled. As much as he wanted to, he could not hurt his Andrew. He could not hurt this Laurette whom Andrew loved so much.

Yet, at the end of the conversation, Riordan's stomach was in knots and bile kept rising to his throat. He washed it down with shots of brandy, as he made his way through to familiar faces. Ernest met him halfway through the crowd and squeezed him arm, "Riordan!"

He turned on his heel. "Ernest? Is that you?"

"Too drunk to recognize your dear friend?"

Riordan blinked a number of times, until the multiple figures blended into one blurry shape. "Ernest,"

"Have you found a woman yet?"

"I just want someone to love me. I want a Laurette…"

But to Ernest, the murmur was slurred and unrecognizable, "Riordan, old chap, when the crowd clears, the boys and I have the surprise of a lifetime for you."

"A Laurette?"

"We can play roulette if that's what you want, old fellow. It is your birthday, after all," and Ernest lifted his glass and shouted, "For here's a jolly good fellow!" The room was in an uproar as voices poured into his ears from every which direction and hands with cups and chalices shot up into the air. They were celebrating him, and hailing him, but never before had he felt so sick and lonely.

***

Riordan was sick twice that evening, and by the time the crowds had cleared, and an intimate group of friends had gathered, he was incredibly dizzy and tired.

"I want to sleep," he told them, but no one paid him any heed. They were all whispering very loudly about a big surprise. He didn't really care; his head kept flopping back and all he wanted to do was lie down, but each time he tried to, men would drag him to his feet and shake him. Someone tossed water all over his face.

Riordan tried to punch his attacker but missed and fell on the floor. When he opened his eyes to see who was trying to pick him up, he saw Andrew on one arm and Laurette on the other. "Sir," Laurette said softly, "You need some cold air, it isn't good to sleep."

"Whaddya mean it's not good to sleep, you been slepping with my Andrew, here, hav'n't ya?"

She blushed and moved away as Andrew pulled his Master up. "Let's go for a walk."

"Git yer hands off of me you traitor," he slurred, pulling his arm from Andrew's touch, "and git that slut away from me."

"He's too drunk," Andrew offered apologetically, "He needs to cool down."

"I don't needa cool down, you the one that's been fucking her."

"Andrew!" Laurette's voice was edged with panic.

"Yeh, I'm not a fool, this lad, eres been telling me how you part your legs for him. He's been sucking that honeysickle clean, that's my boy, Andrew."

Laurette was stunned. The men in the room gathered round as the drunken bumbling continued.

"And what a pretty little whore," one man commented, as he patted her bottom. She squirmed and moved away.

"A slut in an angel’s body," another man added as he brushed his hand over her breast.

Andrew jumped in between them and pushed them away. "If you idiots don't stop right now, I'll—I'll" but he was too upset to finish.

When another man approached Laurette, Andrew's fist sailed into his stomach. Protectively, he lunged towards Laurette, and pulled her towards to him. Almost instantly, she broke away from his grasp.

"I can't believe you're spreading spiteful stories about me," she whispered loudly, tears burning in her eyes.

"No, Laurette, I would never—"

"I heard it with my own ears," Riordan jumped in, "how he opens your thighs and takes a good drink—"

And with that Laurette burst into sobs and ran from the room, pushing away at men who tried to touch her as she went. Andrew glanced at his master furiously, and even through the blurriness, Riordan could see the repulsion in his eyes. Then, he ran after Laurette, leaving Riordan alone in a circle of equally drunk men.

"Why is Andrew mad?" Riordan asked.

"Because you said his lover is a whore."

"Who said that?"

"You did."

"I did?"

And then Riordan began laughing. He laughed so hard that he keeled over on the floor. Doubled over, he shook until his guffaws became huge racking sobs.

***

When Riordan woke up the next morning, his head throbbed madly. Groaning, he turned in his bed and stretched. He thought he heard sobbing, and he forced his eyelids open, though they tried desperately to stick together. When his vision finally cleared, he saw two wide, gray eyes full of panic. He screamed and scrambled out of bed.

"Who are you? Get out of my bed! GET OUT!"

He watched her face distort as she tried to get out of the bed, and ending up rolling off and falling to a heap on the ground. She must have been drinking too, he decided. He couldn't remember anything from the night before, he couldn't remember meeting her or what he had done with her, but he suddenly felt dirty. "GET OUT!" he screamed again, but each time she tried to get up, she kept falling down.

Furious, he stomped over to her, and yanked her arm up. As he jerked her up, he saw that her wrists and ankles were manacled. His grip eased immediately when he saw them. What had he done? He tried desperately to remember to remember who she was but no memories came. He tried to pry the cuffs of her wrist, before realizing he needed a key. He didn't know where he would find one.

She was shaking her head and crying.

"Who are you? What happened last night?"

She opened her mouth, but only sobs spilled out. He turned sharply on his heel and pulled the bell for Andrew, then he threw his door open and yelled down the corridor for the boy.

Despite the events of the prior night, Andrew came almost instantly. "What is the matter, sir?" he asked, grasping Riordan's arm when he saw the panic in his master's eyes. "Master, master!" Andrew shouted, as he shook Riordan, and forced him to look into his eyes, "What is the matter?"

"I have done something terrible Andrew, I have raped a girl. Help me, please, help me."

Andrew's eyes widened. "Is she in there?"

Riordan only nodded, and the boy pushed passed his master and entered his bedroom. A girl in a thin nightgown was standing beside the bed; she was looking down at the floor, her dark hair clinging to her face, and her breasts heaving as she cried. Although he did not recognize her, Andrew felt for her. Her fragility reminded him so much of Laurette, and his first instinct was to cover her. Quickly, he pulled off his overcoat and drew it across her shoulders. At his touch, she looked up.

"Are you cold Madam?"

She nodded.

"I'm not here to hurt you. My master was drinking last night; he does not remember what happened," his voice was soft and coaxing, "can you tell me what happened?" He took her hands and gently examined the cuffs, then glanced around the room. There were some keys on the small writing desk in the corner. He tried them in the hole, and was relieved when the cuffs slid from her wrists. He unlocked the manacles on her ankles, then led her to the divan by the window, so that she could sit. He knelt do in front of her. "Can you tell me what happened, Madam?"

"He did not touch me."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I am glad of it."

At that minute the door flew open and a dishevelled Ernest burst in. "Morning my lad," he greeted jovially as he pulled Andrew up by the arm, "I see you've found the surprise. A word alone, Andrew."

Andrew gave the girl a look and stepped aside with Ernest. "What have you done now, Ernest?"

"Your master wants a bit of loving, and so we got him this lovely piece of work." He tilted his head in the girl's direction, "She's a beauty, isn't she."

Andrew's jaw dropped. "You brought Riordan a whore?"

"Better," Ernest said, grinning, "a slave."

"A slave?"

"Close your mouth little one," Ernest said teasingly, "It wasn't illegal. We bought her from a perfectly beautiful little island where slave trade still proliferates."

"It is illegal, Ernest! How could you?"

"He needs something he can own!"

"She is a woman, not property. You cannot own a person."

"Bullshit, your owned by him, aren't your Andrew? Now she is too. Don't be jealous there is enough space in Riordan's bed for two bedmates."

Red blushed into Andrew’s pale cheeks, and he turned quickly on his heel.

“Now, now, Andrew, be careful,” Ernest said, “You may disapprove of me as much as you please, but I am still your better. Don’t you dare turn your back to me.”

Andrew stood still for a moment, contemplating turning around and bowing to the old fool to appease him. Instead, he walked to the girl, ignoring Ernest’s slew of brash vulgarities.

“If you’ll come with me, Madam,” he whispered kindly, “I will take you away from these madmen.”

***

Andrew put her in a small room in the attic. The east wing’s bedrooms were usually empty but because they were currently occupied by the sick and hung-over guests of the previous night, he thought it would be safer to stow her away from sight. He put her in a dingy attic room, with its dramatically sloped ceiling and the limited light from a small dormer window.

“I do not mean to make you a prisoner,” he told her kindly, “but there are morons about the house, and it will not do to have them bothering you. Rest here today, and I will find you a more comfortable place tomorrow. Make yourself comfortable.”

She had gotten steadier on her feet, but her legs were still stiff from being chained for so long. She staggered over to the bed and sat down unsteadily.

Andrew started a fire in the stone hearth. “Now, I’m sure you’ll want some sleep, so have some rest and I’ll bring a tray for you.”

She nodded and smiled weakly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled back, “What is your name Madam?”

“Andrine.”

Andrew bowed to her. “Have a good rest Miss. Andrine,” he said with a nod, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Andrew stormed back to Riordan’s bedroom, where Riordan was now sitting on his bed, looking pallid and unhappy. Ernest was at the desk—he looked like he was in the middle of a story from the way he was laughing and gesturing. As soon as Andrew entered, Ernest shot up, and scowled.

“So you no longer knock?” he shouted angrily, and walked towards Andrew.

“Don’t touch him,” Riordan ordered quietly.

Ernest turned towards Riordan, “My dear lord Riordan, if I had such an insolent boy in my house, I would box his ears! This young one needs a good whipping.”

“My dear lord Ernest,” Riordan said softly, “I would sooner kneel under your whip then deliver this innocent boy to you. Now, sir,” he bowed deeply to Ernest, “Will you let my boy and I alone?”

Ernest shook his head. “You forgot your friends too quickly, Riordan.” But he left anyway.

Andrew shut the door.

“Thank you Andrew,” Riordan said. His voice changed, and it began to quaver, as he plopped down onto the bed, “for taking care of the girl, and for—”

But Andrew raised his hand abruptly, and his master fell silent.

“Sir, I have made a choice. I am leaving this house, and renouncing your protection.”

Riordan opened his lips, but Andrew kept speaking.

“Laurette has gone away to the mountains. Her mother wishes her to marry another within the week, and I am certain she will obey.”

Riordan’s face fell into his hands and he began to weep. What had he done? He knew he had done something terrible last night, but he couldn’t fully remember.

“Do not cry, my lord,” Andrew said coldly, “It is I who has lost my love, not you.”

Riordan wept more bitterly now. How little you know, Andrew, he thought. I have made us both loose that, which we treasure most deeply.

When Riordan did not lift his head, Andrew sighed and knelt before him and took his hands, so he was forced to free his face and look into Andrew’s eyes. Riordan looked into Andrew’s dark pupils, set in his dark irises, and instead of compassion he saw Andrew’s pity. Suddenly anger rose to his throat.

“I will not let you leave Andrew. If you go, it will not be with one of my horses, or any of my coins in your purse. Remember, my boy, even the clothes on your back belong to me. You are nothing without me.”

“Sir, make no mistake, you have been very kind to me over the years,” and Andrew’s voice became patient, and understanding—as if he had expected this response from his master, “You have fed and clothed me and educated me, but I am nothing without Laurette, and I must go. I am not leaving because I am angry with you but I must find her.”

“Go then!” Riordan shouted, “But go into the world, naked and poor and hungry. Leave my house as you came to it, many years ago!” He rose abruptly and knocked Andrew down as he did. He remembered years ago when a housemaid had brought to him a little boy in soiled rags, and he himself had been a boy, who had just lost his parents and inherited a household. And he himself had been frightened, and unhappy, and overwhelmed by the world—but he nodded to the maid, and took the pariah in and tried to treat Andrew the way his father had treated him. And now, that stupid, wretched boy had forgotten every good deed Riordan had done, for a stupid, wretched woman. It made his blood boil.

Andrew picked himself up now. He was shaking, but he clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Riordan. The politeness in his actions, and his voice were strained, “Thank you sir, for your kindness over the years, but now, I must leave.”

Riordan grabbed the boy’s arm, and his grip was iron. “I am not jesting Andrew, if you leave, you leave with nothing.”

“I understand, sir,” and he pulled from Riordan’s grip and tried to edge towards the door.

“You are a thief then,” Riordan said, “Take off these clothes, these are mine. You have nothing in your name.”

“Sir, I assure you I will not take them with me.”

“Strip!” Riordan demanded, rage rushing through his veins, and in a moment of anger grabbed Andrew’s sleeve and tore it off the shirt.

Andrew looked at him astounded, but he was wanted more than anything to leave. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and folded what remained of it and placed it on the floor. He then unbuttoned his boots and removed them. He slipped out of his breeches, so that he was simply in his underthings, and he stood before Riordan shivering. He made a move to leave, but Riordan grabbed him again.

“EVERYTHING!” Riordan demanded.

“Sir,” now Andrew’s voice was wavering, “surely, you will not make me suffer the indignity.”

But Riordan’s eyes were now piercing, and unforgiving, and ashamedly, Andrew removed his undergarments and stood undressed before his master. His face had reddened, and his hands hung awkwardly about him, as if he was embarrassed, but didn’t know how to protect himself.

Riordan looked at him, and suddenly all the blood drained from his brain, and to another part of himself. He could feel himself becoming very hard, and his heart was pumping furiously. He put his hands around Andrew’s neck and when Andrew’s expression warped from humility to fear, he pulled the boy’s ear towards his lips. “Don’t leave me Andrew,” but there was no anger left, only tenderness, and vulnerability.

This made Andrew start violently. He tried to back away, but Riordan turned and pushed him violently onto the bed, and he pressed his mouth onto Andrew’s soft lips, becoming more erect as Andrew squirmed underneath him.

Yet, despite the exhilaration from having warm, and naked flesh wriggling underneath him, he felt nothing of love from the kiss and he pulled away as quickly as he forced him on. At the release, Andrew leapt up and pulled the bedsheets from under Riordan, to cover himself. His trembling made the silk bedclothes ripple.

The room was silent for many minutes. Not a pregnant pause from two awkward beings wanting to say something, but a barren, dried-out silence.

“Take your clothes, Andrew,” Riordan said at length. His was shrunken and worn. “I want nothing of you.” He went to his desk, and unlocked a drawer, and pulled out a purse brimming with golden coins. He threw them at Andrew’s feet. “Take my best horse, take food from the pantry, take that stupid girl that they brought here last night. Take everything you need and want, but leave soon. I am soiled while you are still here.”

Then Riordan left the room. Dazed from fear and betrayal and confusion, Andrew dressed himself. He played with the purse-strings for awhile, before he decided that despite his newfound hatred of Riordan, the money would help him get to Laurette faster. Feeling cheap, and used, and betrayed by the man he had served and trusted, Andrew went to his room and packed his few possessions.

He left Gabel Manor that evening, on foot.

Only after he had made a deal with a merchant, and had secured a seat on a trolley to the mountains, did he remember that he had left Andrine, defenceless, in Riordan’s care.

School Girl Part 3

Karen was sore and exhausted, mentally as well as physically, as
hands began to release her bonds. They lifted her up and pushed
her, staggering, out the door, her blouse still open and without
her bra or panties. As she buttoned back up her blouse, she felt
the twin loads of cum begin to drip down her thighs, and staggered
back to her room, stunned by the events of the evening, but even
more by her reactions to them.

Back in her room, Karen undressed and, wrapping a towel around
herself, went directly to the showers. She didn't care who saw her
this time; she was too tired and dazed to care. The shower revived
her somewhat and when she finally lay in her nightshirt on her bed
she reviewed everything that had happened to her that night.

That the headmistress's secretary, Paul, was in on these bizarre
sexual games was without doubt, and she had to assume the head-
mistress also knew about everything that had been done to her. The
entire faculty must know, and perhaps everyone in the entire school
participated on some level. She couldn't believe that, but what
Ingrid had said to her, that she was the Seniors' to do with as
they desired, certainly suggested it. If so, there was nothing she
could do but run away, and she thought they would know if she
tried, would stop her and torment her worse than they had done;
perhaps they would even do to her what they had done to Su Lee. To
be bound to the floor and fucked like and animal--she shuddered,
shying away from her own reactions to what she had seen. But they
kept coming back to her: her arousal to being fucked, and the
horrible orgasm which she had when Paul had fucked her in the ass;
her multiple orgasms as she saw Su Lee being mounted by dog after
dog, and her surprise, and yes, she admitted to herself, her
arousal, when she saw pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She couldn't
understand her own arousal at the brutal treatment she had
received, how could she understand Su Lee's?

She shook herself as she felt her vagina grow damp and her labia
swell at these remembrances. She curled up again and tried to
drive the pictures of Su Lee's abuse from her mind. It was awful
what they had done to her, she thought, her mind becoming cloudy
with sleep, awful.... She became groggily aware of people entering
her room carrying a large bundle, which they threw on Su Lee's bed.
Sleep pulled her back to unconscousness before she could see what
was happening. She awoke early the next morning to see Su Lee
curled up into a fetal position on her bed. She lay there asleep,
naked, and Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane
covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her in her arms,
to hold her and comfort her; but what could she say? What could
she do? She was there to see what had happened...she pulled back
and shook her head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No,
she couldn't. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser; it
wasn't there when she had come back last night. She fearfully
opened it and read:

Dearest Karen,

Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your head-
mistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and know that by now
you have been introduced to the main extracurricular activity at
our school. In case you are in any way confused by your present
situation, this letter is designed to clear up those confusions.
First of all, let me make it very clear that your main purpose
here, besides obtaining a first class education, is to service
myself, my secretary, the faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and
the members of Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they
desire. Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding
without question.

Now I realize that certain demands that we may make upon your
person may cause you certain discomfort; practice patience and
forebearance, and realize that no member of the above will be
allowed to permanently injure you in any way, or to impact your
schoolwork negatively. Also realize that next year you will be a
Junior here at our school, and therefore free of certain of the
strictures which now apply to you, as well as gaining social
superiority over the Freshmen and Sophmore.

Now that I have reassured you on the main points of your
situation, let me follow with certain simple rules you will be
expected to follow while you are a student here.

1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided by one
of the above persons.

2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of the
classroom only when spoken to.

3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the above
people as master or mistress, depending on the sex of the person.

If you break any of these rules, realize that you will be
punished severely.

One final note, in case you are thinking about revealing our
cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes of everything that has
been done to you. Far from being self-incriminating, these tapes
will, properly edited, reveal you engaging in consenual, if kinky,
sexual escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely. Any story of
members of this academy forcing you into unwanted sexual contact
will be dismissed by us as either malicious spitefulness,
overactive imagination, or "day after" regrets over your sexual
experiences.

Respectfully yours,

Samantha Kane

p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at 4:00 pm
this afternoon.

She shuddered as she read the letter--it seemed hardly
possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked body covered
with welts and bruises, and realized it was not only possible, it
was. She sat down on the edge of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts
and worries running through her horrified mind. She sat unmoving
for perhaps an hour, and when she finally did move, it was like an
automaton. She had closed her mind off to the world around her;
she had pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so that
she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and the like and then
she would meet with the schoolmistress at 4:00 pm--beyond that her
mind refused to function.

At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well came and
carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and ignored Su Lee's
feeble, sobbing cries for help. At 3:55, she rose from her desk,
checked to make sure she was wearing no underwear, and walked
unthinkingly to Samantha Kane's office. When she arrived she saw
Paul sitting at his desk, his boss's large wooden office door
directly behind him. He stood up when he saw her and leered.
Karen shied away and murmered, "I'm here to see Ms. Kane."

"I know," he said, moving from behind the desk to put an arm
around her. She flinched, but let him guide her passively to Ms.
Kane's office door. She didn't even react when he ran his hand
caressingly up her outer thigh to massage her naked buttocks. "Too
bad," he murmered, "I almost hoped you would disobey." Still
massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms. Kane's office and
gently pushed her through.

Standing in the headmistress's office, Karen looked up as she
heard the door closed behind her. Her protective
complacency shattered as she beheld what was before her, and she
backed, shocked, into the door. She had remembered the
headmistress as a stern, older woman, about 40 years old, 6' tall
and exceedingly handsome. She remembered when she had first seen
the headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up, her
piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid small wrinkles
webbing her face, her full and firm figure gracefully controlled,
her full length dress tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before
her could not be more different.

Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium length
hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed, a small, catlike
smile playing on her lips, her back arched back as she kneeled over
the face of one of her students, her hands gripping her student's
breasts harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out proudly
from her chest, her large round nipples distended in pleasure, her
ass crushing down into her face, the outward extending penis gag
fully embedded in her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her
helpless student's face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her orgasm
while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose, her pussy sliding
easily from the plastic dildo, and moved toward Karen.

Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching head-
mistress, but she couldn't help but glance at the hapless student
bound on the floor behind her. A sudden chill went through her as
she recognized Su Lee, a penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane's
juices, 1.5" in diameter and extending into as well as 7" out of
her mouth. She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with
wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her thighs were
pulled up and back against her sides, pulling her ass into the air,
and strapped there with another leather band running just under her
small breasts, which also held her arms against her sides. In this
position her pussy and ass were obsenely exposed to the several
videocameras stationed around the room.

Ms. Kane's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hello Karen, I've
been wanting so much to meet you." Her voice had a silky, catlike
quality to it, and Karen submitted meekly as she gripped her upper
arm and led her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in
front of. Here she could not see her friend, but another sight
caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood bolted to the
floor where a desk chair should have been, and thrusting up from it
was a shiny metal dildo. It gleamed in the dim light of the office,
and as she followed it down she saw that the chair was "padded"
with what looked like small bed of nails, with what looked like a
seatbelt attatched to the side.

"Kneel down on the stool, now, dear," Ms. Kane said, positioning
Karen over the stool, each leg on either side of it. Karen looked
pleadingly at Samantha Kane, seeing there only determination and a
complete lack of mercy. "You know what to do," said the head-
mistress as Karen knelt over the stool, her firm thighs flexing
under her skirt. She looked up at the headmistress and lowered her
pussy right over the medal dildo as Ms. Kane nodded. She shivered
as the cool, smooth metal touched her labia, and she blushed in
shame as she felt the slickness of her tunnel as it eagerly
accepted this foreign invader.

"Look at me," Ms. Kane said sharply, both hands resting on her
shoulders, "look at me!" Karen looked into her sharp blue eyes and
gasped as Samantha Kane pressed her violently down on the dildo,
driving her ass into the nails protruding from the stool. Pain
flashed through her ass, mingling with a curious, cool pleasure
radiating from her cunt. She froze, the nails pressing painfully
into her flesh, and the metal dildo feeling slick inside her pussy,
as Ms. Kane strapped her loosely onto the stool, leaving enough
slack to allow her to ride the dildo, but not enough dislodge it.
She then strapped her knees and ankles to the floor and tied her
wrists to the sides of the stool. Throughout this, Karen was
afraid to move, and her mind focused on the sensations coming from
her ass and groin. Each nail around her ass and thighs was like a
little fire on her nerves; the dildo was a slick, cool invader
inside her, causing her pussy to spasm involuntarily around it,
sending pleasure shooting through her body.

"Ingrid says you suck cunt pretty good, slut," the headmistress
said coolly, rolling a chair forward in front of Karen and sitting
down, her legs spread wide apart on either side of Karen and her
groin resting on the front edge of the chair. "Well, get started!"
she snapped, "and don't forget to fuck yourself on that dildo. If
you don't, I'll be very upset," she smiled. Karen knew resistance
was useless; it would only bring her more pain. Slowly she leaned
forward and kissed Ms. Kane's labia while moving her own hips up
and down on the metal dildo, careful to avoid the sharp nails at
its base. The sour, pungent odor of her headmistress's pussy
assaulted her as she licked at her swollen, glistening lips. She
swirled her tongue around and then, stiffening it, drove it deep
into Ms. Kane's cunt, mashing her face against her pussy in the
process. Ms. Kane groaned and grabbed the back of her head as she
licked at the inside of her pussy. Karen worked her way up to Ms.
Kane's clitorus, rubbing her face all over her cunt as she moved
her mouth toward her stiff bud. Her headmistress shuddered in
pleasure as she took her clitoris between her lips and began to
gently suck on it, running her lips over the small fleshy
protuberence.

Karen broke out into a cold sweat, her own thighs shaking with
the strain of working her cunt up and down the dildo without
striking the spikes at its base. She closed her eyes as she worked
her tongue over Ms. Kane's clit and concentrated on her dildo
inside her. It felt strange, running back and forth across her
inner flesh, so smooth. She worked her hips around, trying to get
something, some feeling, out of it--it was vaguely unsatisfying, so
cool and smooth, so inhuman. She felt desire build in her...she
wanted to be fucked...she wanted to come...she didn't want this
teasing metal cock sending cold chills down her spine, making her
yearn for the real thing. Frustrated, she slammed her hips down
hard against the stool, sending the nails stabbing into her flesh,
sending a delicious pain shooting through her cunt. It hurt, but
it was fire compared to the ice in her cunt. It sparked her to
frentic action: she began sucking and licking her headmistress's
pussy with abandon, earning gratifying moans from Ms. Kane; she
also sent her hips into a flurry of action, her young, muscular
thighs sending her cunt slamming hard down on the dildo and the
nails again and again.

A cold chill seemed to grip her body as she fucked herself
mindlessly on the stool, pain flowing in wave after delicious wave
through her body, each wave sending a thrill of warmth through her.
A gut wrenching cramp took hold of her guts, and she grunted with
her efforts, her body covered in sweat. Ms. Kane was crying out oh
yes aaahhggg ooohh as she rocked back and forth in the chair, her
thighs clenching an unclenching around Karen's head. Karen
suddenly jerked and cried out as the pain in her gut cracked, and
a painful, nerve-wracking orgasm overcame her, sending her shaking
in release upon the stool. Oh god, she thought, it was so awful...
so painful...so draining. She felt wrung out, squeezed.

"You are good," she heard Samantha Kane say, a lazy, satisfied
smile playing on her face, "I think I'll give you a reward." Karen
watched her stand up and remained still as Ms. Kane released her
from the stool. As she stood up, she felt her ass a flaming mass
of pain, and saw her drying blood on the tips of the nails and felt
it drip sluggishly across the back of her thighs. She stood there
dazed as Samantha Kane removed her plaid skirt and white blouse,
leaving her standing naked. She yelped and jumped as she felt a
sharp, stinging pain in her ass as Ms. Kane rubbed a damp towel
over it. "Don't flinch, dear, this is just some bactine to clean
you up. I don't want you bleeding all over my office." Karen drew
her lower lip into her mouth and wondered what else her
headmistress had planned for her.

She didn't have to wait long, for after finishing cleaning up
her ass, Ms. Cane opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out
a large, strap on dildo. "Put this on," she commanded, handing it
to Karen. She obeyed meekly, gasping as she felt a tiny ridge
press against her clitorus when she pulled it snug against her.
She allowed herself to be led around the other side of the desk,
her fake cock swinging from side to side. She wasn't really taking
part anymore...she was just acting out her part in this bizarre
play designed by Ms. Kane. She saw herself look down at the still
bound form of Su Lee...she had forgotten about her...and register
shock as Ms. Kane reached down and pulled out a buzzing vibrator
from Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee moaned as the vibrator was removed,
arched her back, and shuddered. Her headmistress merely smiled and
removed another vibrator from Su Lee's ass, receiving a grunting,
thrashing response from Su Lee.

Samantha Kane handed her the vibrators, one slick with Su Lee's
juices, the other coated with a light film of oil, both still
buzzing insistantly. "These are for you," she purred, "put them in
for the camera," she said as she moved behind one of the cameras
and focused it on Karen's crotch. Karen blushed furiously but
moved to obey, taking part in her own humiliation. She spread her
legs and lifted up the plastic strap on with her left hand, putting
the tip of the buzzing vibrator against her labia. She shuddered
as she felt the vibrator slip easily into her cunt, sending its
vibration humming through her body. She pushed it in as far as she
could, her fingers pushed up to the first knuckle in her own pussy,
and felt it touch her cervix, sending a shiver through her bones.
It felt awkward inside her, but she dutifully took the other
vibrator and pressed it against her anus. It made her want to
defacate, and her asshole spasmed as she shoved the buzzing cock
into her ass. She pushed it all the way in until her asshole
closed over the end, and then she stood there, the two vibrators
seeming to numb her insides.

"Good, good," she heard Samantha Kane say, "now put your cock
into your friend there." She saw Su Lee's dark, exotic eyes widen
at these words, but moved, as if she were an automaton, to follow
her headmistress's instructions. She walked awkwardly, the two
vibrators filling her up, deeply massaging her innards, until she
stood near Su Lee's upturned ass. She knelt down, her legs on
either side of her ass, and placed her hands just below Su Lee's
bound knees, leaning her weight there. The warmth of her friend's
skin brought her out of her objectivity, and she hesitated, looking
down at the large plastic dildo hovering just millimeters from Su
Lee's exposed cunt. She quivered as she realized what she was
doing, but realized she had no choice. She pressed the fake cock
against Su Lee's swollen, dark red, slippery labia, and gently
pushed forward with her hips, gasping as she felt the ridge on the
top to the dildo press into her clitorus. Su Lee began grunting
and squirming around, but Karen bore down, putting more of her
weight on Su Lee's legs and pressing forward harder with her hips.
My god, she thought, the vibrators spreading the pleasure pressing
against her clit throughout her body, I'm splitting her in half.
She was entranced by the sight of the dildo, seeming so large
compared to Su Lee's oh so narrow hips, sliding slowly into her
cunt, her juices bubbling out around the edge of the cock as it
forced its way into her. She shuddered in pleasure as she sunk the
cock all the way into her friend, feeling it hit her friend's
cervix, sending a jarring sensation against her clit. A soft
orgasm blossemed in her clitorus, was grabbed by the vibrators and
spread throughout her guts. Her stomach muscles and thighs spasmed
and she fell heavily onto Su Lee, ending up staring directly at the
penis gag obscenely jutting from Su Lee's mouth.

She felt a hand grab her head and force her mouth over the gag
and press down slowly, forcing her mouth wide. As the hand began
pressing her throat down on the plastic dildo, she began to panic,
and placing her hands beside Su Lee's head, tried to push herself
off. "Stop that," Ms. Kane said sharply, "swallow, come on,
swallow." Karen felt bile rise in her throat as the hand on her
head forced the dildo inexorably into her throat. Her gag reflex
took over and she began to heave, her hips still attached to Su
Lee's by the strap on. Ms. Kane relented, and Karen was able to
recover, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat. Again
the hand pressed her head down...she couldn't do it, couldn't take
that thing in her throat...it would kill her.... She began
swallowing madly as it pressed against her throat, and felt a
strange, warm tearing sensation as it slipped into her throat. She
couldn't breath, her throat spasmed involuntarily around the
intruder, and still the hand pressed down, forcing it further into
her throat. "Breath through your nose, slut," she heard, and
gratefully sucked in a lungful of air, her nostrils distending with
the effort. The pain in her throat lessened and the hand stopped
pressing her down, but by now she had taken the whole thing down
her throat, and her lips were pressed up against Su Lee's, her nose
pressing against her friend's.

Her whole body felt filled, her throat stretched around the
plastic dildo and the vibrators in her bowels and pussy sending a
humming numbness through her guts. "Now fuck her," she heard Ms.
Kane growl, and jerked her hips back, feeling Su Lee twitch under
her. She pressed her hips forward again and moaned as the plastic
ridge pressed against her clit, letting out a sharp gasp through
her nose as she bumped up against Su Lee's cervix. She began
moving her hips back and forth, driving the strap on slowly into Su
Lee; the dildo in her throat made her seem somehow connected to Su
Lee, impaled and impaling, every hole stretched and filled. She
felt Su Lee begin to rock with her thrusts, and moan each time
Karen brought her hips to press firmly against Su Lee's slender
body. She felt her own nipples and Su Lee's stiffen as they rubbed
against each other, and Karen felt a boiling pleasure begin to
build deep in her guts.

Suddenly with a load SMACK, pain exploded in her tenderized ass,
sending her hips slamming into Su Lee's, driving the plastic cock
deep into her cunt. Her scream around the penis in her throat was
echoed by Su Lee when their hips met with a painful slapping sound.
For a moment Karen didn't know what had happened, and froze in
place, her fake penis shoved as deep as possible into Su Lee's
pussy, her throat distended around the plastic penis gag, her lips
touching Su Lee's at its base, her body pressed, sweating, hard
against her friend's. Then she realized what had happened--Ms.
Kane had used a belt on her poor, torn, ass--and Karen knew what
she would do if she didn't keep fucking Su Lee. So she tenatively
pulled the strap on out of Su Lee's pussy, only to have her ass
explode in pain at its apex as Ms. Kane brought the belt across her
tender cheeks. A matching pleasure shot through her clitorus as
her hips slammed forward into Su Lee's to escape the pain, another
cry coming from her gagged throat, echoed again by Su Lee.

She pulled back again, SMACK, pain flashed through her ass,
melding with the sharp pleasure at her clit, spread through her
groin by the vibrators in her guts. SMACK SMACK SMACK...her hips
humped up and down furiously, driven by the belt biting into her
ass. She grunted in unison with Su Lee, each downward thrust
bouncing her off her friends slender hips, sending more pleasure
shooting through her body. She was like a driven machine, sweat
dripping off her body, her breath coming in great gasps sucked
through her nostrils. She felt a low kining come from Su Lee
through the gag into her own throat, and felt her friend's body
tense beneath hers. Su Lee cried through her gag, sending chills
down Karen's throat, and began bucking wildly beneath her as Karen
slammed the strap on again into her cunt. Answering fire exploded
in her own clit as she felt her friend twist beneath her, pinioned
by her bonds and by the driving phallus she wielded. The vibrators
were a strong wind sweeping her pleasure like wildfire through her
entire body, engulfing her ass in painful pleasure, her groin a
countering cool wind of ecstacy. Her body spasmed in the throws of
her orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed, exhausted, onto
Su Lee.

Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding school,
thinking about what had happened to her after she had left the
headmistress's office. She had had to go to the nurse to get the
vibrator removed from her ass, and she blushed at the remembrance,
remembering how she was told to lean over the back of the chair
while the nurse reached inside her with a metal device. When she
had returned to her room, Su Lee was not there, and when she did
return, wouldn't speak to her. Karen badly wanted to tell her
friend that she didn't want to do what she had done, but she had
been forced to; she wanted to tell her it would be all right, that
they could stick it out together; but Su Lee merely curled up into
a ball on her bed and ignored her. Karen felt awful, but there
seemed nothing she could do. What surprised her most was that, for
the first time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk to her.
She remembered how wary they all were, and how they looked at Su
Lee with pity. She remembered how each one empathized with her,
and let hints drop about how things worked at the school, and what
her role was. Her spirits were bouyed by these visits, and she felt
a growing sympathy with the rest of the underclasswomen at the
school.

She learned that the original headmistress of the Convenant
School for girls had had a son who was a member of Delta Sigma Pi.
It had apparently been his idea to turn the school into his own and
his fraternity brothers' private harem, and got his mother to
agree. They then began setting up the social structure they had
now: first they approached the more sadistic and easily influenced
teaching faculty and convinced them of the benefits of having a
whole school of young cunts at their disposal. They then picked
out several of the senior girls who were especially cruel, and
subtly encouraged them to dominate the rest of the student body.
Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and receiving absolute
support from them, these girls brutalized the entire school,
offering admission to their clique only to other seniors, and some
juniors--the alternative to being with them was to be against them.
Eventually they began actually torturing those girls who they
disliked, or who did not jump when they wanted them to. It was a
short step from there to sexual domination.

At first the school had trouble keeping these activities from
reaching the parents, but by imposing what was essentially a police
state at the school, they managed, until there was no thought of
escape, since there was no hope. At this point they were ready for
the next step--the introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to
these sexual games. It wasn't hard, since by this time the seniors
were wallowing in their sexual domination of the underclasswomen.
They knew that nothing was more humiliating and degrading than
rape, so, at the suggestion of faculty, brought over rapists. This
act broke most of the underclasswomen, and no more resistance was
made; most accepted their lot, holding the hope that when they were
seniors they would be able to revenge themselves on the younger
generation.

Chapter Two

Sera realised that she could not look into the faces of the guys. She
bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and trying as hard as possible to
keep her shoulders hunched and her elbows and arms in tight around her
body, she slowly leaned forward, allowing her long fair hair to fall
over her chest and slid the blindfold over the top of her head. She
moved it into place. There was a thick moment of silence. She suddenly
flinched as she felt another hand help adjust it. She started to
reach up to pull it away, but caught herself.

"Relax, Sera," she heard Billy say, "just relax."
The tension in the car was suddenly tormenting. She heard rustling in
the front seat, like a backpack being opened.

She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes tightly behind the blindfold.
She felt a hand gently pull her hair hanging in front of her back
over and behind her shoulders exposing her chest area. She resisted
the urge to grab it.

She felt as though the guys were all staring at her large breasts, and
it made the full twin mounds feel even bigger than they already were,
like they were sticking out all the way into the front seat. She
wrapped her arms around them. This was her worst nightmare, and she
actually began to contemplate leaving and going home. She heard
someone clear their throat.

"Now remember," Billy said, "you have to follow instructions. And
you're not going to have to do anything all of the others haven't
done."
Silence. Not a sound save the idling of the car.
"Understand, Sera?"
God, could she go through with this? She remembered her mother.
Slowly, she nodded her head. He was right, they'd all done it. She had
to go through with it.
"Okay, first you need to relax" Billy continued.
She nodded gently. She heard more movement.
"Now, put your hands, with the palms down onto the seat on either side
of you."
Slowly she unfolded her arms and laid her hands on the seat.
"Put the palms down against the seat."
She bit her lip again, and turned her hands over, flat against the
seat.
"Now, very slowly, Sera," Billy continued, "take a nice deep breath.
That will help you relax."

GOD.
Slowly she began to breathe in.
"No a DEEP breath, Sera, come on now...all the way...sit up
straight...fill your lungs."
She could feel her face grow hot as her chest expanded, forcing her
breasts to stand straight out. She prayed no one would touch her.
"Now hold it for a second"
She sat still. The sound of the idling car was interrupted by a gasp
from one of the guys.
"That's right, Sera...now slowly let it out"
She did, fighting the reflex to cross her arms in front of her.
"That's good. Now again."
Again, she filled her lungs, making her boobs stick out.
"Now hold it."
She turned her head to one side, trying to lessen the embarrassment.
"Okay. Now let it out."
She did.
"Feel better, Sera?" Billy asked.
She nodded gently. She took a normal breath.
She waited to feel the car start moving.
It didn't.

"Before we get moving," Billy said, "I want to ask you a question."
Oh, God. She thought.
"And you HAVE to tell the truth, always."
She nodded again
"Tell us, Sera," he said. "are you wearing a bra?"
She felt like she had been jabbed. She could suddenly hear her heart
pounding in her chest. She could feel her breath get tight.
"Sera?"
She struggled to answer.
"I asked, Are you wearing a bra?"
"Ahh...yeah.." She whispered.
Of course she was wearing a bra. Even under her T-shirt, they could
all see that.
"Good," Billy said. "Bras are nice."
He paused.
"Is it a nice one?"
Her throat became so tight she could barely breath.
She couldn't respond.
"What color is it?"
"W..wwhite." she finally said.
"White? Mmmmmm" he paused.
"Is a lacy one?"
She was unable to say a word. This was agony.
"Describe it for us, Sera."
"W..w...what?"
"Describe your bra to us."
She tried to catch her breath. She suddenly remembered the three other
guys, and especially Jack who'd been staring at her all semester.
"Its..its...white..." she said finally.
"Is it lacy?"
"Ah...No...well...not really..."
"Not really? What do you mean? You mean part of it is?"

Sera tried to swallow. She had never been so embarrassed in all her
life. Sitting in the back of the car, she felt as though she was under
a spotlight..
"Y...y...yes...part of it,." she finally said. "Around the top.."
"The top of the cups?"
"Y..yeah."
"I see."
They all listened to the car idle, and Sera prayed the car would start
moving.
"And what about the panties?"
"Wha..."
"The panties. You ARE wearing panties..."
"Yes."
"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"
"S...s..sort of..."
She was dying.
"Sort of?"
"Well...They...they're white too..."
"I see. That's nice."
A pause.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Billy said finally.
A wave of relief swept over Sera. She took a deep breath.
"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey, Okay, Sera? It
part of the tradition."
She nodded. Anything to get moving.
But the car didn't move.
Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat.

"You know, before we go," Billy said suddenly, sounding only inches
from her.
"I guess we really ought to just check to make sure your telling us
the truth."
Sera's heart sank. She instinctively drew her arms around herself.
"Relax, Sera," Billy said. "It's nothing major. You won't even have to
take anything off."
She couldn't relax. She could feel her face burning under the
blindfold.
She could here the breathing of everyone in the car.
"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the top of
your jeans."

This was a nightmare. Her hands felt glued to the seat.
"Come on, Sera."
Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs reached up to the button
of her jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath and
worked her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal
button through the slot in the material.
"Good," Billy said.
"Now pull down the zipper"
Sera took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the seat,
worked the zipper down. The jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing the
top of her panties.

Sera could hear the others nervously adjusting their seats.
"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all see
them."
She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling it
taught in her crotch.
"Can everyone see?" Billy asked.
There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity started
to make her feel sick.
"That's great," said Billy, suddenly sounding like he was right in
front of her.
She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the seat,
started to work the zipper back up.
"Ah, just leave them that way." Billy instructed. "It'll be more
comfortable."

She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She relaxed her
hands, laying them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as far
back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped
forward.
They all knew what was coming next.
"Now, show us your bra, Sera."
She became dizzy. so light-headed that she almost fainted.
The tension had built up to the point of exploding the glass from the
car windows.
"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
"It's all part of the test."

Suddenly, she began to cry. It surprised her as much as everyone else.
The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her beautiful
thick blonde hair fell back forward over her chest. She started to
reach toward her eyes.
"DON'T touch the blindfold," instructed Billy.

She stopped at his sudden sharpness. She let her hands slowly drift
back to the top of her jeans, laying them flat over her exposed
panties. The tears built up behind the large blindfold and then leaked
out from the sides, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let
her cry quietly for a moment.
"Now, come on Sera, its not so bad," said Billy. "Showing us your bra
is no worse than being on the beach."

She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She sniffled
and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and gently
rubbed underneath.
"We're going to run out of petrol here," said Billy, again sounding so
close, but in a different spot, more to her right.
Suddenly she heard him turn off the engine.
There was silence.
She realised that he was serious.
She heard him reach over and put the radio on, and the sounds of some
Seventies station filled the car.

"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know you
were telling the truth, that's all."
Slowly Sera's hands drifted up from her covering the exposed area of
her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against
the material.
"Atta girl," Billy said, though this time he suddenly sounded much
further away.

Slowly, she raised the material up over the top of her jeans, exposing
her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
"Now come on and sit up straight,"
"Hold on," Billy said,
She stopped.
"Pull your hair back behind you. We need to be able to see."
Sera fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her hand,
pulled her hair back off of her chest, pushing it back over her
shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
"Okay, much better."
She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She
pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.

Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full
bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the
top of her breasts, squeezing them together like balloons, forcing
them both to stick out rudely. She held the position. They could
easily see the material.
"Come on, Sera. We've got to see about the lacy top part as well."
Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display
herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the
creamy skin of her cleavage.
"Higher, all the way up."

She could suddenly hear rasping breathing and the car's other
occupants shifting in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up
so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realising the
obscene display she was making, she turned her head to one side in
shame. She let out another sob.
"Well that does have some nice lace work on it," Billy remarked. His
voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys all
see that?"
There were some grunts.
"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Billy.

With one swift move, Sera pulled the T-shirt back down. There
was a moment of silence.
"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so
uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more
casual."
"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped the
bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
"NOOOOO..."
"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kinda get you
used to it?"
She could hear snickering from the other guys.
"No..PLEASE...I don't need...
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
"NO, my God, what about...what about the other cars..."
"See, there you go. People wear much less than that big thing on the
beach."

Sera really started to panic now. But how would she get home from
here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the
road.
As if reading her mind, Billy said, "It's all part of the test, Sera.
You have to do as your told..."
He paused for a moment.
"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up here in
the front with your shoes and socks either way."

She Realised she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she knew
that alone, in just her bra and jeans with no shoes, she'd be in big
trouble.
"It's up to you Sera."
"Pl....." she started but cut it off. She Realised it would do no
good.
"What's it going to be?"
"I...I...don't have any choice, do I...?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Billy. "Standing out there in just your bra I
don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
Laughter filled the car.

Sera just sat clutching the bottom of her shirt-- her shirt that was
about to come off.
"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's what
we'll do. Now Sera, you have to show us that you're going to do what
your told here- that's the test."
She made no sound.
"So in order to keep everything together, Sera, first you pull your
arms out of the sleeves."
She still didn't move until she realised he meant now.
"Come on..."

Slowly she obeyed reaching up with each hand and pulling her elbows
and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath. She crossed
her arms across her chest beneath the shirt.
"Now Sera, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you like
you had them before, palms down."
She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from underneath
the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs underneath
her thighs.

"Okay," Billy continued, "now lean forward, Sera, and you two guys
pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her
head- BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test?"
Instantly, Sera felt two hands on either side of her start lifting her
shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched the neck
hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out along with
it.
Instinctively, her arms came up, and she immediately crossed her arms
across her full breasts.
"Now, Sera," said Billy. She could her a smile. "You weren't supposed
to move your hands..."
A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
"Maybe," said Billy forcefully, "maybe we make you ride the rest of
the way NAKED."

"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back down
underneath her thighs.
"Now, THAT'S more like it."
Her shoulders sagged forward. She listened for the sound of the
ignition.
"Just before we head out, Sera, lets try to relax with some more deep
breathing"
GOD, would it never end.
"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice sounded
odd, preoccupied.
"That's great. Really fill those lungs."
Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
"Great. Okay."
She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.

Finally the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the road.

School Girl Part 2

She wasn't sure if he hit her again, although he must have,
for the agony kept increasing, building to an almost inhuman level
where she thought her entire pelvis must explode, wished it would
explode, just to release the awful agony which was consuming her.
It was beyond pain, beyond sensation; it was as if at the end of
every one of the nerves in her pelvis area a little fire had been
lit. The noise had stopped, her mouth open in a silent scream.
She half felt a weight lean against her, two hands roughly grab her
breasts, mauling them between strong fingers, pressing them into
her chest. She felt vaguely a jabbing around her vulva, and felt
her hymen tear, the pain of that violation subsumed by the greater
pain left from the whipping, merely adding more sensation to her
already overburdened nerves.

He was kneeling by her ass, his hands mauling her breasts,
pinching her nipples, causing her head to thrash back and forth as
his cock slammed mercilessly back and forth into her tortured
vagina, thinly coated with the blood of her hymen. She thrust
uncontrollably back at him, the fire within her an unbearable,
burning pressure, a pressure which she, without thinking, needed to
burst. She began grunting at each powerful thrust; her world had
narrowed to the terrible, overwhelming, consuming sensation
centered in her cunt. Suddenly the pounding stopped, and her voice
rose into a kining, monotone wail. He pulled out, quickly losing
hardness, leaving her hips bobbing up and down, her cunt gasping
and sucking in air. Her mind screamed Nooooo...only a little
more...a little more and it would all be over...she would overwhelm
her senses and achieve oblivion...she needed just a little more....
Suddenly she was filled again with one brutal thrust as the stocky
man slammed his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly,
slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples, calling her
whore, slut, bitch, cunt. She didn't hear, didn't feel, didn't
care, her whole body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her
and ground his pelvis against her clit, sending her over the top.
She froze, every muscle standing out in straining relief against
her body; she screamed as every sensation--the bite of the belt
into her pussy, the brutal tearing of her hymen, the slaps, the
pinches, the awful, overwhelming pressure was sucked down, like a
collapsing star, into one timy piece of flesh, her clitorus. Then
it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstacy, and she felt her
body convulse with every pulse from her clit, her strength inhuman
in the throws of her orgasm. She was free of restraining hands,
free of the man's penis, which had filled her with seed the moment
of her orgasm, free to bang her legs and ass, her shoulders, her
head, again and again against the hard floor, flopping around like
a beached fish.

Finally, she doesn't know after how long, or if she lost
conscousness as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped
through her body, she came to her senses. Her whole body ached,
especially her arms, shoulders, and vagina, but she didn't care;
she was removed from everything, like she was caught in that
strange land between sleep and waking. Voices drifted down to
her..."freaky...on tape?..every twitch...what a cunt...bite my
prick off...shit." Hands lifted her, wrapped something around her,
led her into chilly air which she hardly noticed, laid her down on
a bed where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Karen awoke at one o'clock Saturday afternoon. She could
barely move, she was stiff and sore all over. As she swung her
legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand, the awful aching in
her vagina almost knocked her over. Her mind was still numbed from
sleep and pain when she looked into the full-length closet mirror.
Her large brown eyes widened in shock as she saw herself: red
welts crisscrossed her entire body, concentrated on her thighs and
breasts. Her vagina and the entire area between her legs was a
swollen, puffy red. Her eyes were puffy and her face tearstreaked.
Dried semen coated her inner thighs and stuck her pubic hair
together. The horror of last night came rushing back to her, and
she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

Every detail in crystal clarity pushed at her conscousness: her
kidnap at the hands of Ingrid and Mercedes, how they beat her and
then turned her body treacherously against her. The so relaxing
shower followed by the worst horror of the night, her attempted
escape and her punishment. She quivered, unable to stop the flow
of memories, the memories of the pain of the belt on her cunt,
bringing her to a bizarre desire for release; of her hymen ripping
before a man's raping phallus, of his seed filling her to be
replaced by another man's phallus, and of her final, mind-bending
orgasm, which hurt so much but felt so strangly good. She shivered
at the memories as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving with
sobs.

Slowly she recovered, and, wiping the tears from her eyes, stood
up and staggered to her closet. She grabbed a towel and went over
to her sink, washing herself off as well as she could; she didn't
want to go to the showers, she didn't want to be seen. Her face
flushed with humiliation as she thought of Ingrid or Mercedes
seeing her and smiling their knowing smiles, laughing at her, at
how they wrung two terrible orgasms from her, at how they beat her
and tortured her and finally gave her to their friends to play
with. She almost broke down again, but caught herself. She lay
down on the bed and began to think.

She couldn't go outside, not with Ingrid and Mercedes around;
they might grab her again. Thinking that, she looked at her door
- -it didn't have any locks. She stood up quickly, ignoring her
aching body, and wedged a chair against the doorknob, then returned
to bed, curling up into a fetal position. She could tell the
headmistriss, Ms. Ellsworth, but if Ingrid had been telling the
truth, she already knew all about it, and approved. She couldn't
turn to anyone at the school, and Su Lee was gone for the weekend.
She couldn't call anyone either, since the girls weren't allowed
any outgoing calls. If only her parents called her she could have
them come and pick her up, take her away from this hell; but they
hadn't called in two weeks, and were probably too busy with the
divorce to care about her. She could try to hike to the nearest
town, or to the highway, but that would take four or five hours,
and she had no doubts that she was being watched. She couldn't
escape.

She stayed in her room all day, leaving only when she couldn't
hold her urine or her bowels any longer, afraid each time that she
would see Ingrid or Mercedes. Gladly, they were nowhere to be
seen. She didn't eat and she had a hard time sleeping that night,
but the next day finally came. It was a repitition of the previous
day, except hunger pains drove her to the cafateria, where she
quickly grabbed some rolls and fled back to her room. Su Lee came
back that evening, talkative, as she seldom was, excited by her
weekend with her parents. Karen was in no mood to listen, but kept
up a pretence of interest: she didn't want Su Lee to find out what
had happened to her. Finally, though, Su Lee's energy began to
wane, and they both began getting ready for bed. Karen waited for
Su Lee to leave the room for her toiletries before changing: Su
Lee was bound to notice the ugly welts covering her body

The school week passed uneventfully: Ingrid and Mercedes were
seldom seen and ignored her completely. The rest of the world went
on as if nothing had happened. Still, Karen cringed every time she
had to go out into the halls and every time someone called her
name. Finally Friday came when she received an unexpected note in
the mailbox: it was from the headmistress' secretary stating that
the headmistress wished her presence in the faculty lounge that
evening at 7 pm. At first she was scared to go...what if Ingrid
and Mercedes were telling the truth, and she would arrive there to
suffer more abuse at Ms. Ellsworth's hands...but what if they were
lying, and the headmistress had found out what happened to
her...then she would be saved...and if she knew nothing, then Karen
could tell her everything...she had to go...had to find out. She
resolved herself to go over dinner in the cafeteria. She wished Su
Lee had made it to dinner so she could ask her what she thought it
meant, but she was probably busy studying.

When Karen returned to her room, she was surprised to see Su Lee
absent, but she was worried about her meeting with her headmistress
so didn't think twice about it. She went to the mirror to check
out how she was healing: not bad, all but the worst of the welts
were completely gone, and she didn't even feel those any more. She
stretched and waited until seven, then left to meet the
headmistress.

The faculty lounge was in the same building as the faculty
apartments, about a five minute walk across campus from the
student's dorms. She made it in under three at a jog, and was
shivering in her oversized jacket outside the door marked "FACULTY
LOUNGE", knocking hard. The headmistress' secretary, Paul, a tall,
stocky man, about 6' tall and 185 lbs, with sandy brown hair and a
handsome face, opened the door and smiled down on her. "Right on
time. Come in, come in." He held the door open for her and
ushered her into a short, wide hallway with another door at the
end. "Let me take your jacket," he said, and Karen gratefully gave
it to him to hang on one of the hooks on the wall; it was much
warmer inside. She fell into step beside him as he walked down the
hall toward the other door. He opened it and waved her through,
smiling.

Karen stepped through the door and began to face forward,
feeling Paul following her, when she was pushed hard in the back,
throwing her off her feet to land hard on her hands and knees, her
hair falling over her head to obscure her face. She grunted as her
hands and knees hit a soft, padded floor, much like the gym mats
she had practiced on when she was young. Oh God, not again, she
thought as she scrambled to her feet. As she stood, ready to flee,
she felt a strong hand grip the back of her neck, causing her to
freeze. "Now, now Karen, don't do anything foolish. You
remembered what happened last time," Paul said, holding her
tightly. She trembled slightly, remembering; "Now put your arms
behind your back," he said, and she acquiesed meekly, feeling a
pair of metal handcuffs quickly binding her wrists. Still holding
her neck, Paul brushed her hair from her face, giving her her first
good look at the faculty lounge. She gasped as her eyes took
everything in: it was a large room, maybe 200' by 200'; several
single parallel bars, about waist high, were bolted to a floor
carpeted with gym mats; large eye-hooks protruded from various
places on the floor and walls; several ottoman-like objects,
surrounded by eye-hooks, sat bolted to the floor; endless amount of
rope hung down from eye-hooks on the ceiling, 15' up; a ladder
leaned against the left wall, which was lined with glass cases,
filled with dildos, vibrators, canes, whips, pins, gags, clamps,
and things she had no idea what they were. What drew her attention
immediately, though, was the object which dominated the center of
the room: it was two large steel hoops, each about 10' in
diameter, intersecting each other at their diameters. One hoop,
standing straight up, was securely bolted to a thick column, itself
bolted to the floor, which was capable of rotating; the other was
attached to the first hoop so that it could be spun around within
the first hoop. She stared, aghast, at this contraption, for Su
Lee was tied spread-eagled within it, getting fucked by the slim
young man who had violated her!

Su Lee's body was stretched to the breaking point, her slim
legs, arms, and stomach straining against the pull of the ropes
binding her spread-eagled to the hoop and against her own weight,
for she was suspended in the air, her groin tilted slightly upward
and her head hanging back, her hair cascading to pile on the
ground. Welts marked her small breasts and her thighs, and her
beautiful asian eyes were closed tightly, puffy from the tears
which were streaming down her face to mingle with her hair. Her
mouth was distorted around a large ball gag, pulling her full lips
tight around the gag. The young man was standing on a small stool
between her legs, slowly pistoning his cock, coated with a thin
film of blood, down into Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee was turned
sideways to her, and she shuddered...not Su Lee too...oh God...it
was too much.... "You like that," Paul said, his voice hard, "you
like seeing your friend get pronged like that?"

She shook her head, "Nooo...nooo."

"Oh, come on, I saw the films, you loved it."

She cringed, he had seen the video tapes, a red blush of shame
crept into her face, and she tried to drop her head, but he held it
up, forcing her to watch Su Lee being viciously raped. She saw the
tendons on Su Lee's inner thighs straining at her position, her
small girlish breasts rise and fall with her struggling breath, her
pretty, petite face distorted by the gag stretching her jaws
obscenely apart; saw a cock, glistening red with Su Lee's hymen
blood, mercilessly slide again and again into the space between her
thighs. She choked down a sob at the sight, and felt a tingle
crawl up her spine as she thought of her friend's terror.

"Ah, her comes Ingrid," Paul said, drawing her eyes away from Su
Lee to Ingrid coming through a door at the other end of the room.
Karen stared in horror as she met Ingrids piercing blue eyes and
saw her smile. Ingrid stood there for a second, her statuesque
figure seemingly carved from ivory, the pure whiteness of her
nakedness broken only by a black bodice, drawing in her stomach and
pushing up and together her impressive breasts; she then began
walking toward her. Karen began to struggle in Pauls strong grip,
but he merely dragged her by her neck over to a parallel bar,
slamming her thighs painfully into it. Ingrid reached her a moment
later and quickly grabbed both her ankles and jerked them apart,
attaching them to the cuffs on the vertical bars of the parallel
bar. "Please," she whined, "don't do this to me. Please." Paul
ignored her, and Ingrid answered by grabbing a handful of her hair
and dragging her torso down waist level, pulling her hips painfully
against the parallel bar. She was now stretched taunt across the
bar, helpless as Paul pushed her skirt over her hips and began
rubbing his hands across her ass, pinching it through her
underware. She squirmed at his touch and tried to pull away from
Ingrid as, still grasping her hair, she began to unbutton Karen's
school blouse, revealing Karen's strong stomach and firm breasts,
hanging slightly within a plain white bra.

"Two virgins in two weeks," she heard a voice, the slim young
man's, say, "and that one, let me tell you, is tight."

"Greg, be quiet and get me a pair of sissors; I want to get
these panties off," that was Paul. She began squirming as Paul
began gently slapping her ass and Ingrid began pinching her nipples
through her bra, but there was nothing she could do, her arms
pinned behind her back and her ankles firmly secured wide apart to
the bars. Held there, her mind began to wander, so she did not
even notice as her bra and panties were cut off. She thought about
Su Lee, and imagined what it had been like for her: to be strung
up, practically pulled apart on that metal hoop, hanging like a
piece of meat to be used by anyone; to feel the stinging bite of
the whip burning across your skin; to twist and squirm and try to
escape the punishment, knowing you couldn't, knowing there was
nothing you could do as a man drove his cock mercilessly into you,
ripping away your virginity.... She was suddenly brought back to
reality as she felt Paul slide a finger easily into her cunt.

"Damn, she sure is ready to rumble," Paul exclaimed.

Ingrid replied, "I told you, this one gets off on it. I bet
she's thinking about how much she'd like a hard cock up her right
now." She turned as she heard the door at the opposite end of the
room open, and said, "Oh oh, here comes Mercedes; this should be
fun." Turning toward Karen, she knelt down, and placing one hand
between her shoulder blades, pulled her head up so she was looking
toward Su Lee and Mercedes: "You see, Mercedes _hates_ asians."
Then she smiled, and said, "this should be fun to watch."

Karen's back had begun to ache, and her neck was hurting, being
pulled back at that awkward angle, but worst of all was the warm
feeling which was radiating from her vagina as Paul began to rub
his fingers, well lubricated by her juices, against her clitorus.
How could she be enjoying this? Poor Su Lee, poor her...what was
wrong with her? To be turned on by these animals? All these
thoughts ran through her mind as she watched Mercedes, carrying a
large bullwhip, walk slowly toward Su Lee. She was wearing a dark
red corset, which made her waist practically disappear, attached to
which were garters supporting red stockings; her hair was done up
in a severe bun, and she had her glasses on. When she reached the
hoop, she adjusted it so that Su Lee was hanging upside down, her
cunt pointing toward the ceiling. She was so tightly bound to the
hoop that it barely relieved any of the strain on her arms. Karen
saw her friend bound, every muscle in her body pulling against the
strain of the bondage, and thought, she didn't know why, she is
beautiful, so beautiful. She had always thought Su Lee had a
willowy, exotic, beauty, but now she was captivating, and Karen
felt little pins and needles travel up and down her spine as she
watched her, feeling Paul's penis rubbing up against her cunt,
sliding back and forth against the slippery, swollen lips.

Mercedes walked around to the side of Su Lee and unlimbered the
whip; suddenly, with a skill Karen found amazing, she drew her arm
back and forward, the whip following to strike with a SNAP Su Lee's
upper thigh. Su Lee screamed through her gag and her beautiful
almond eyes popped open, and Karen could see the pain and fear
reflected in them. A small bruise began to blacken the red mark
the whip had left, and blood started to ooze out of the broken
skin. Again a SNAP, and Su Lee's body trembled, a high keening
sound echoed from her throat, through the gag, as her right nipple
began to ooze blood. Su Lee's keening softened to a ragged sob,
then resumed with another SNAP, as her other nipple was struck.
Then Mercedes moved in front of her, a little to Karen's left, and
raised the whip in her arm again, bringing it down this time with
a THUNK, directly on the front of Su Lee's vagina. Karen saw blood
splatter up from Su Lee's cunt, and Su Lee howled and shook against
her bonds. Shaking like a leaf, sweat pored down her body as she
sobbed into her gag. Karen jerked against the hands and bonds
holding her at the sight of that blow, and she gasped as a soft
wave of pleasure crashed against her pussy...it was good, so good
without the pain driving her wild.

Putting down the whip, Mercedes went over to the cabinet and
took out a thick leather strap, and returned to Su Lee. Ingrid
turned to her, and saying, "Damn, now I'm really hot," sat down on
a pillow almost below the parallel bar, pulling Karen down with her
by the hair. Adjusting herself and spreading her legs, she looked
Karen in the eyes: "Now, bitch, you're going to suck me off, and
if you don't make me cum in five minutes, Paul up there is going to
fuck you in the ass." Karen stared at Ingrid, fear coming into her
eyes as the strong scent of sex wafted up from Ingrid's pussy to
her. She couldn't, they couldn't expect her to do _that_. She
tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just let out a short laugh
and jammed Karen's head into her crotch and began to rub her wet
pussy all over her face. At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in
one smooth motion, into Karen's pussy, and began to slowly thrust
himself in and out of her cunt. They were serious, completely
serious. They would actually fuck her there, and they expected her
to lick another woman's pussy; it was awful. Ingrid cuffed her
upside the head as Paul continued slowly fucking her, "Come on
bitch, use that tongue."

Tenatively she pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted the
sour, slippery wetness of another woman. Ingrid let out a low moan
as Karen began to run her tongue back and forth against her pussy
lips, the slap of leather against flesh and Su Lee's awful, muffled
screaming counterpointing the slow fucking Paul was giving her.
Karen began to settle down into a rhythm as Ingrid slapped her ears
as she told her what to do--lick up and down the lips, rubbing her
nose against Ingrid's clit, then close on the clit with her mouth,
suck it gently into her mouth and flick her tongue back and forth
across her clit. Then do it all again when Ingrid slapped her on
the head. It wasn't so bad, she thought, the cock pumping slowly
in and out of her sopping cunt relaxing her. Her postition was
awkward and uncomfortable, but this was so much better than the
whipping...poor Su Lee...she could still hear the slapping of the
belt followed by Su Lee's muffled screams. As she thought about
it, about her bent across the bar, force to lick a woman's cunt
while a man used her cunt for his pleasure, Su Lee's screams in the
background, warmth began spreading through her loins and she began
to tremble. Suddenly, though, Paul pulled out, "Time's up," and,
grabbing her asscheeks, pulled them wide apart, exposing her tiny
asshole.

Karen began to panic...just when it was feeling so good...why
couldn't they just fuck her?...why did they have to hurt her?...and
tried to pull away from Ingrid. Ingrid merely gripped her head
more firmly and thrust her hips forward against her face, "Come
on," she said, "I was almost there." She kept struggling but she
couldn't do anything to stop this violation of her ass. She froze
with horror, receiving a few blows to the head from Ingrid, as she
felt Pauls slick dick prod against her anus. She tried to yell, to
say no, stop, but her voice was muffled by Ingrid, who pushed her
face against her pussy, effectively muting her. "Come on, slut,
keep moving that tongue," Ingrid urged as Paul pressed his cock
harder against her small, puckered opening.

"Give her ass a little incentive to open up, Greg," she heard
Paul say, then jerked forward hard against the bar as pain exploded
in her lower back, and the sickening slap of the belt came to her
ears. Her anus spasmed at the blow and Paul shoved his cockhead
in, bringing a grunt of pain from Karen. Ingrid was growing angry
at her for stopping her licking, and began to cuff and slap her
ears, "Come on, bitch," she growled. She jerked forward again as
the belt drove more pain into her lower back, and Paul drove his
dick farther into her tormented ass. The blows against her head
were disorienting her, distracting her from the pain in her ass.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick again, and felt Ingrid
relax, holding her head tightly between her thighs.

Almost without her knowing, Paul had sunk his cock its full
length into her ass, his balls hanging against her swollen pussy.
She felt so full, like she did just before she deficated, her anus
stretched painfully around his cock. A strange shiver of pleasure
and pain went through her as he slowly began to slide his cock
back, seeming to draw her innards with it, and she grunted into
Ingrid's wet cunt as he slammed his cock back into her ass. He
grabbed her hips in strong hands, bruising her, and began to fuck
her ass with abandon, each forward stroke bringing a grunt from
Karen. It was so different: it hurt, his plunging cock hurt, but
it also felt good, like when she took and extra big shit; she felt
an orgasm begin to build deep within her guts, a hard knot of
pleasure slowly increasing with each pounding stroke of Paul's
cock. She began to lick fervently at Ingrid's clit, sucking the
soft flesh into her mouth and flicking her tongue wildly across its
bulging head. Ingrid let out a gasp and pulled her head even
harder against her cunt, thrusting her hips into Karen's face as
she came. Feeling Ingrid come around her face sent Karen over the
edge, the hard knot of pleasure bursting, consuming her entire
body, causing her to jerk against the bonds and hands holding her,
her ass spasming around Paul's penis, bringing his seed spilling
into her ass. Slowly she came down from her orgasmic high, her
body tingling with sensation. Ingrid stood up uncertainly and Paul
pulled out of her ass with a gently POP, leaving her feeling empty,
hanging over the bar at the waist, too tired to raise her body to
a standing position.

She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she was too
numb, too tired, to care. These people could use her all they
wanted, a small part of her _wanted_ them to use her, to beat her:
she shuddered inwardly at this thought, resisting it. She didn't
want this, no matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn't;
she wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal teenager
again, not subject to the sexual whims of a group of sadists. She
came back to herself as she felt a rope thread between the cuffs
connecting her wrists, and moaned in discomfort as her arms were
pulled from her back, dragging her upper body with them, until she
was parallel with the floor. She didn't resist, didn't even
respond, as a collar was attached to her neck and a rope run
through a ring on the collar to another ring between her legs. She
moaned again as her arms were pulled further from her body, until
they were at a 45 degree angle from her back, and the rope pulling
them was tied to the rafters overhead. Her head was then dragged
back by her hair until her face was directly forward, her mouth
open to relieve the strain on her neck, her hair tied around the
cuffs on her wrists.

She opened her eyes as Ingrid began gently stroking her cheek,
"It looks like Merc has something special planned for your friend,
Karen," she said, her voice smooth and mocking. Still in a state
of mental numbness, of mental abstraction, Karen saw what Ingrid
meant: Su Lee was bent over a something like a strange looking
ottoman, her knees bent wide under her, her knees held to the floor
by leather cuffs, her arms spread at right angles to her body and
also cuffed to the floor at bicept, elbow, and wrist, pressing her
chest into the ground. Her head was propped by her chin on a
padded chin gaurd, so that Karen could look directly into her eyes,
only 6' away and swollen with tears. Her pretty asian face was
still distorted by the ball gag, making her, Karen though
wistfully, look almost alluring. Her ass was elevated high in the
air, causing her back to curve painfully back and exposing her
abused vagina and her anus.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her own aching body,
with Ingrid's juices drying on her face, Paul's semen leaking from
her bowls down her pussy lips, her head pulled painfully back, her
body bent obscenely over the parallel bar: a wave of tired
resignation passed through her--she couldn't do anything, she was
helpless. She opened her eyes and saw Mercedes, grinning, rub a
rag up and down Su Lee's exposed vagina. She looked into Su Lee's
large, black, almond eyes and saw fear and pain and hopelessness in
them, and a terrible yearning to be let go. She heard herself
whisper "Su Lee," before the sight of Mercedes opening the back
hall door snapped her out of her resigned complacency. Horror and
an awful realization struck her as she watched a german shepherd
come bounding across the room toward Su Lee's bound body. "You
can't," she cried, "Noooo.... Please don't...." She began
struggling against her bonds, painfully trying to free herself.
She struggled harder as she saw the dog stop at Su Lee's exposed
ass and stick his nose right into her cunt, snorting and licking.
Su Lee jerked forward, horror widening her eyes and bringing short
gasps from her flaring nostrils. Karen froze, her muscles tense
with her struggles, as she saw the dog mount her friend, claws
scrabbling painfully against Su Lee's narrow waist, hips thrusting
wildly against Su Lee's ass. Then she saw the dogs narrow, red
penis slide home into Su Lee's pussy, and as she looked back into
Su Lee's eyes, she saw the horror and disgust and pain in her
tearing eyes.

She heard Greg let out an exclamation and then she felt him sink
his dick into her still wet pussy. She grunted at this invasion,
but she was still spellbound by the image before her: the german
shepherd gripping Su Lee's waspish waist with its forelegs, its
neck thrust forward to nip at Su Lee's shoulders, its hips a blur
of motion, driving his slimy penis in and out of Su Lee's pussy at
an incredible speed. Su Lee had her eyes closed, tears running
down her cheeks, curving away from the bulging gag. Mercedes knelt
right next to her head, her face almost against her ear, whispering
Karen knew not what to her as she was raped by a dog. Suddenly,
the dog began to slow its thrusts, and then slammed hard into Su
Lee three times and held its hips to hers. Then the dog pushed
itself off Su Lee and staggered off a little ways, the tip of its
penis engorged into a large bulb. Mercedes remained next to Su Lee
as Paul led the dog back to the hallway, only to release another
german shepherd, which came running straight for Su Lee.

Karen couldn't take her eyes off Su Lee, her face twisted in an
agony of humiliation, her body covered by a dog frantically
thrusting into her, Mercedes in her red outfit kneeling by her ear,
whispering poisons. She shuddered as she felt Greg's hard penis
slide in and out of her. She couldn't stop thinking...what if it
was her tied down to the floor being mounted by a dog, its wet,
slimy cock poking against her pelvis, its claws scratching and
gripping at her waist, its teeth nipping her neck and shoulders,
with Mercedes whispering "dogfucker, whore, slut," into her ear,
telling her how much she liked it, to be fucked like that. She
felt a wave of pleasure consume her as she orgasmed, but she still
could not stop staring at the sight before her. Her arousal began
anew as the dog finished and another was brought in, and she came
again, with Greg slowly fucking her from behind, adding to the
stimulation from her mind. A fourth dog was brought in, and she
saw the expression on Su Lee's face change ever so slightly. Karen
gasped out with another orgasm as she thought she saw a flicker of
pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She did! Karen could see it, could
see Su Lee's closed eyelids flutter, could see her face tense
around her gag, her brows contracting. Karen began to gasp in
excitement as Greg began pounding into her from behind in earnest.
She heard a low humming coming from Su Lee through the gag, and it
ended in a muffled cry as her face twisted in a paroxism of pain an
pleasure, her whole body tense as a wound spring. Karen heard
Ingrid and Paul laughing as her own orgasm hit her, shaking her
entire body, her cunt spasming around Greg's dick, sending him
spurting shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. As she came
back to herself, Karen saw that the dog had finished, and was being
led back to the hallway. Su Lee was sobbing miserably through her
gag.