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Schoolgirls

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By Wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Date: 1997

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A Catholic School for Girls is the playground for a 
sadistic headmistress. (FM/mmff-teens, ped, bi, nc, intr
mc, asian, beast,)

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Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the 
end of the day. She had been at The Covenant Boarding 
School for Young Women two weeks now and was terribly 
homesick. She hated it! Why did her parents have to get 
divorced? And then to pack her off to this School while 
they fought over their possessions was no fair. She 
missed her old house, with its stables out back and its 
open meadows stretching for miles. 

She thought longingly of how she used to saddle up 
Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind 
pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim 
thighs clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm 
of the horse. Sometimes she would bring a basket of 
food, maybe some bread and cheese with a little wine 
snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay out among the 
grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the 
clouds above her were imaginary lovers come to take her 
away to imaginary lands of beauty and fulfillment.

She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced 
Boker, High. She hadn't liked it too much, but managed 
to get mostly B's with a couple of A's her freshman 
year; and her Sophomore year was shaping up to be a 
great one before her parents had decided to destroy 
everything. She had been assigned the same classes as 
her best friend Sandy, and she had just begun to become 
interested in a "guy," as Sandy would say. She had even 
made the second to last cut on the cheerleading squad. 
She hadn't expected to make it, of course, since she 
was only a sophomore, but it was fun, and she loved the 
exercise.

But now she was here, she thought as she dropped her 
bag on her desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid, 
checkered skirt flying up to reveal trim, well-muscled 
thighs, just losing their tan and becoming once more 
their natural creamy ivory. Her auburn hair, now, away 
from the sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about her 
face, framing it. 

A year ago her face might have been called boyish, but 
it had been softened by her maturation: her small, 
squarish chin had given away to a rounder, almost 
dainty one, perfectly accenting her full, dull pink 
lips; a small, sharp nose filled out, and revealing 
some old asian blood, did not turn up, instead 
remaining faintly southern European in look. Large 
brown eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood, 
sat above high cheekbones and pale, full cheeks, 
completing the picture.

Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here. It 
was a great school, with fully 80% of the girls going 
on to an ivy league school. And the accommodations were 
great. She shared a nice large room, larger than her 
room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because she too 
had joined the school mid-semester, had quickly become 
her best friend there. The other girls at the school 
were not friendly at all, but she thought it must be 
because they were new. She had seen a definite 
hierarchy among her fellow schoolmates, with the senior 
and juniors bullying the freshman and sophomores. 
Neither she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though, 
and Karen hoped they would just be left alone.

She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at 
least some company. Not this weekend, of course, since 
Su Lee had been picked up earlier in the day by her 
parents, but she would be back Sunday night. Su Lee, 
she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman, 
four inches shorter than her own 5'6". Karen envied her 
hair, long, straight, black hair hanging down to her 
thighs, which she kept in a french braid most of the 
time. Her face was not completely Chinese-- Su Lee 
claimed her grandfather on her mother's side was white-
-and it showed, lightening what would have been a dark 
olive complexion to a mellower color. 

Her eyes also revealed the Caucasian blood, being large 
and lidded. Her body, though, was typically asian, slim 
with small breasts (she wore a size A bra, Karen 
thought, remembering when she had accidentally thought 
it was one of her own. She herself had just switched to 
size B) and a firm if flat behind. She was not as 
athletic as Karen, but her body showed the firmness of 
youth, and although at 16 she was a year older than 
Karen, she looked two years her junior.

She turned onto her side and looked at the clock: 7:00 
o'clock. She sighed and decided she'd better start 
studying soon, since she really had nothing better to 
do. Sitting up, she started unbuttoning her blouse with 
one hand while slipping off her shoes with the other. 
Shucking off her shirt, she stood and unclasped her 
skirt, letting it fall down her shapely calves to the 
ground. She stepped out of it, and reached behind 
herself to unclasp her bra while standing in front of 
her dresser. 

When she had pulled her bra off, she straightened and 
looked at herself in the dresser mirror. She was, she 
knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic kind of way, 
her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples, 
perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body. 
Sometimes she wished she could have the willowy, exotic 
beauty of Su Lee, but she shook her head and started to 
rummage around in her drawer for her sleeping t-shirt. 
She found it, pulled it over her head, and smoothed it 
down until it fell to mid thigh. She sighed, thinking 
of the long, boring weekend in front of her, grabbed 
her toiletries, and headed down the hall to the common 
restroom. 

She was happy to find that none of the other girls were 
there, and finished quickly to avoid them. She made it 
safely back to her room and sat down to study. Three 
hours later she was tired and burned out. Leaving all 
her study materials on her desk, she turned off the 
light and crawled into bed, almost immediately falling 
asleep.

She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of 
water. She couldn't see the shore and she was very 
tired. She slipped under the water...she couldn't 
breathe.... Her eyes popped open--she couldn't breath! 
Laying on her stomach, her face was pressed into her 
pillow, suffocating her. As she struggled, she came 
fully awake and realized that someone was sitting on 
her lower back and had pulled her arms behind her back! 
Someone else had two hands on the back of her head and 
was pressing it into the pillow. 

She panicked, thrashing around-- 'what was happening to 
her, what did these people want?' flashed through her 
mind as she felt a thin cord being wrapped tightly 
around her wrists and quickly tied off. A hand on the 
back of her head gripped her hair, and a second later 
her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her 
back. 

As she gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and 
prepared to scream her lungs out, what felt like a 
large rubber ball was pressed against her mouth. She 
reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting on 
her back, but the hand gripping the back of her head 
pushed violently forward, while the other hand slammed 
the ball into her mouth. 

She made gagging sounds around the ball as her face was 
pressed back into the pillow, and she felt someone pull 
two straps across her face and connect them behind her 
head. She managed to turn her face to the side, her 
mind a confused jumble, just before someone sat on her 
head. She felt the person sitting on her lower back 
turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to 
hit him or her. 

The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them 
against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a 
cord being wrapped around her ankles. Suddenly, the 
weight of the bodies was off of her, and she started 
thrashing and grunting madly, trying to free her hands 
or her legs. She couldn't see her assailants in the 
dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard 
in the gut. 

Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through 
the gag, and they took advantage of her momentary 
disability by tying another cord around her legs just 
above the knees. Two pair of hands then lifted her 
roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her 
into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed 
out of her lungs with an oomph as she landed hard 
against the wooden bottom of the cart on her hip and 
shoulder. She looked up to see the dark shapes of 
clothes fall over her trussed body. She felt and heard 
the cart start down the hall.

She whimpered through her gag; what was happening to 
her? What did they want from her? Her parents were 
wealthy, but not that wealthy. And where was she being 
taken? Her wrists throbbed with pain as the thin cord 
cut off the circulation to her hands, and her legs 
ached for the same reason. Her jaw was sore, unused to 
being pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying 
to get more comfortable, only scraping her bruised 
flesh against the wooden bottom of the cart, driving 
painful splinters into her thighs and back. She moaned 
and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag. 

Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the 
hamper changed from a dull rolling noise to the 
staccato chatter of rolling across cobblestone. She was 
outside, in the freezing night; even through the pile 
of clothes on her flesh raised goosebumps, sending 
chills up and down her bound legs, and raising her 
nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as 
she sobbed.

Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she 
sensed hands lifting the clothes off her. Lost in 
despair, she didn't know how long she had been in the 
hamper, and she had no idea where she was now. She 
stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her 
tormenters to reveal themselves. Before all the clothes 
were removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her 
painfully onto a hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by 
the bright lights around her. Lying painfully on her 
side, her legs bound together and her arms tied behind 
her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now swollen 
with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and 
peered up into the faces of her Abductors.

Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, 
two girls from her school, standing over her. Although 
both were wearing the school uniform--plaid skirt 
coming down just above the knee and a white blouse--
they could not have been different in appearance. 

Ingrid was a Norwegian, her pale yellow, almost white 
hair cut into a short bob, matching her face, which 
shone with a translucent pallor. Striking blue eyes 
stared out from a handsome face, a full figured woman 
at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely body. 
She was a senior at the school, and her father was a 
senator. Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, and 
smiled wickedly down at her. 

Standing next to her was Mercedes, her southern Italian 
blood showing her up even darker against the color of 
Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing 
only 5' tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and 
Karen had always though she was a bit mousy, with her 
wavy brown hair always pulled back into a pony-tail and 
her small, angular yet pretty face adorned with a pair 
of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a 
3" double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning 
bizarrely, she looked frightening. She was a Junior, 
and Karen remembered, crazily, that she used to follow 
Ingrid everywhere.

As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, 
staring directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go 
through her body, and tried to ask "what do you want?" 
But all that came out was a muffled moaning. Ingrid 
smiled at her, revealing two rows of perfectly white 
teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you, 
sweetie?" Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to 
caress Karen's cheek, sending a shiver down her bound 
form. She could not move, she was petrified, a small 
bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid's. 
Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, 

"Well, to put is simply, you're ours. Actually, you're 
the seniors'. We run things around here, and we get to 
do whatever we like to little snotty underclassmen like 
you." She smiled again, sending more shudders down 
Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have a 
little party, and you're the entertainment." So saying, 
she stopped stroking Karen's cheek and moved her hand 
down to her stomach, slowly sliding her hand under 
Karen's sleep-T.

Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed 
her stomach. She tried to shrink away, and began 
shivering uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to 
her. They couldn't be this cruel. "My poor little 
bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you frightened?" Glancing 
down at Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm, so 
beautiful...." Her hand moved higher, brushing gently 
against the underside of Karen's breast. 

"NO!" Karen screamed into her gag, and began thrashing 
about, trying to roll away from Ingrid's hand. Please, 
Nooo! she screamed in her mind. 

A sharp "smack" echoed in her ears as her head was 
jerked to one side and fiery pain filled the side of 
her head. She became instantly still as she stared up 
into Ingrid's glaring countenance. "None of that, you 
little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can 
handle," Ingrid snarled.

Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward 
Mercedes and said, "I don't think our little Karen 
really understands her position here. Maybe a little 
caning will teach her." 

Karen froze at the word: cane her? Wasn't it enough 
that they had bound her and were going to molest her? 
Now they were going to cane her? She broke down, and 
started sobbing again through her gag. Ignoring her, 
Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and 
Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her 
wrists. Pain flooded her hands as circulation returned, 
and she groaned as two strong hands took her wrists and 
put a leather cuff around each. They roughly rolled her 
over and clipped the cuffs together in front of her, 
then dragged her to her feet. 

Mercedes stood by her, knife in one hand and the other 
helping Karen keep her balance, as Ingrid walked over 
to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley 
contraption above Karen's head. "Now be a good girl and 
put your wrists over the hook," Ingrid said. Meekly, 
keeping her eyes on Mercedes and her knife, Karen did 
as she was told, and fell heavily against her arms as 
Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was 
struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining 
the muscles in her calves to save putting all her 
weight on her arms.

Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose." Mercedes 
quickly cut the cords binding her legs, and she again 
fell against her arms as feeling came back into her 
legs. She regained her balance, her calves and thighs 
burning with the effort, and stared in horror as 
Mercedes brought the knife right before her eyes. She 
shuddered in fear as Mercedes slowly ran the knife down 
her cheek, across her neck, and to the top of her 
sleeping-T. 

Karen's heart nearly burst when, with a quick motion, 
Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting her T-shirt 
down the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and 
her T fell to the ground. She stood, stretched and 
bound before her two classmates, her breasts standing 
out before their lewd stares... she moaned in 
humiliation, her face turning red with embarrassment. A 
slight breeze blew threw the room, causing her nipples 
stiffen. 

Mercedes brought her head down, and gently lapped at 
her right nipple. The warm, wet, pressure of Mercedes' 
tongue sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back, 
trying to twist out of the way, mincing on the balls of 
her feet to keep from unbalancing again.

Mercedes merely smiled cruelly, and, grabbing Karen's 
underwear, ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen 
to swing out toward her and land hard against her arms. 
She regained her precarious balance again as her two 
classmates stepped back to admire her. She was 
stretched taut, the strong muscles of her calves, 
thighs, and stomach straining to keep her up on her 
toes, and her round breasts firm against her chest. 

Tears began running down her face as they stepped close 
to her and began running their hands up and down her 
body, sending chill shivers through her. This couldn't 
be happening. It just couldn't. It was all a bad dream, 
and she'd wake up soon. Please let it not be happening. 
She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the hands 
exploring her body, running over her stomach, her back, 
her sides, caressing her breasts and legs. Suddenly she 
was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her 
mouth. Ingrid was removing her ball gag! Another quick 
tug and it came all the way out, trailing her saliva 
behind it.

She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let 
me go, I won't tell anyone... Why are you doing this?" 
At which Mercedes and Ingrid burst into laughter. 
"Please... let me go!"

"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a 
long switch. "I still don't thing you understand" she 
said as she brought the switch swiftly across Karen's 
stomach.

"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through 
her and she fell again onto her arms. The world went 
fiery red for an instant before returning to a dull 
throb through her midsection. She scrambled back onto 
her toes and stared in horror as she saw Mercedes roll 
forward a video camera standing on a tripod and turn it 
on.

Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe 
this will help you understand what your position is 
here. You see, we tape everything we do to you for the 
headmistress. She likes to see how her new students 
perform." Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up 
another switch and walked around behind her. As Ingrid 
said, "You may begin," Karen's ass exploded in pain. 
Throwing her hips forward to escape the pain, they 
threw themselves into a blow from Ingrid, burning 
across the front of her thighs.

"AAAHHHH... NOOOO! AAAAHHHH... PLEASE... DON'T! 
AAAAAAHHHH... STOP! PLEASE!" she cried again and again, 
the switches landing against her back, her breasts, her 
stomach, her thighs, biting into her nipples, turning 
her whole body into one fiery mass of pain. She twisted 
and squirmed around on the end of the hook, unable to 
escape the punishing blows of the switches as they 
flooded every nerve in her body with unendurable pain. 
After what seemed like an eternity, she began to drift. 
The pain raining down on her seemed to spread across 
her entire body, leaving her in a sort of floating 
numbness. The pain was no longer pain...it was merely 
sensation, feeling, engulfing her entire body, 
increased each time a blow landed against her body.

She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now," 
she had stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know 
how long, and, hanging against her arms, uttered only 
grunts each time she was struck. She felt her body 
being lowered to the ground, and two sets of hands 
carry it to a large, cushioned table. Her arms and legs 
were affixed to cuffs in the corner, binding her 
spread-eagled. Gently hands ran across her body, 
sending shooting signals of sensation through her as 
they brushed against her bruised, reddened flesh. 

Every touch seemed magnified a thousand times by abused 
flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm of 
pure feeling. It seemed as if she were looking down at 
herself as Ingrid gently took her right nipple into her 
mouth and began gently sucking, concentrating what was 
neither pleasure nor pain at that one point. 

Mercedes was leaning over the table between her legs, 
stroking her inner thighs, and slowly, gently, placed 
her mouth over Karen's vagina. Her tongue snaked out 
and licked up and down her slit, providing a 
counterpoint to the sensation at her nipple. Ingrid 
stopped and the sensation flooded into her groin, then 
moved back as she began sucking at her other nipple. 

She began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue 
between her labia, and a shiny coating of liquid 
greeted Mercedes as she probed deeper. Ingrid moved 
from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up to Karen's 
clitoris, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's 
body, which was emitting low moaning sounds from her 
mouth. Mercedes pressed her lips against Karen's clit 
and began softly massaging it with the flat of her 
tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this new 
sensation.

Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she 
was above it all, riding the waves of feeling which 
were slowly increasing. She sensed a pressure building 
up from somewhere, slowly increasing, slowly drawing 
her back to her abused body, criss-crossed with red 
marks and throbbing, throbbing. 

Slowly the sensations around her tightened, grew, and 
suddenly she was back in her own body as the sensations 
became wave after wave of pure ecstasy. She screamed 
and bucked on the table, felt strong fingers digging 
into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her clit, 
felt a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast. 
She beat her body against the table, thrusting her hips 
forward and back, forward and back, thrusting her chest 
up and down, up and down, as all the sensations of the 
night, every feeling which had burned its way through 
her nerves, came back to her as almost unendurable 
ecstasy. Slowly her orgasm broke, and her thrashing 
stopped, and she lay, bound to the table, her chest 
rising and falling raggedly as she sucked in great 
gasps of air.


CHAPTER 2


Ingrid and Mercedes, her face glistening with Karen's 
juices, smiled at each other over Karen's prone body. 
"What a slut," Ingrid said, tweaking Karen's nipple, 
bringing a twitching response from her. At Ingrid's 
words, shame and humiliation rushed through Karen. What 
had happened? What had they done to her? Her body, 
covered with sweat, ached from the beating she had 
taken. Between her legs her thighs felt sticky and 
warm. 

She shuddered in revulsion at the way she had reacted. 
The pleasure of a moment ago was forgotten, and she 
began to quietly cry as she remembered her body's 
betrayal, remembered the way she had screamed out 
during her orgasm, thrashing about, no better than some 
worthless whore, cumming uncontrollably, unstoppably. 
She sucked in her lower lip and thought: maybe now 
they'll let me go...maybe now...please let them let me 
go...please.

She was interrupted in her thoughts when she heard 
Ingrid say, "I'm glad I asked a couple of my friends 
from Paddock over. They'll love this cunt."

"Nooooo," Karen moaned, "Please let me go... haven't 
you done enough?"

"Done enough?" Ingrid replied, "You loved it, you cunt. 
I've never seen anyone pop her cork like you just did. 
Hell, watching you get your rocks off turned me on... 
hmmm... maybe I will send you home for now; I'm sure 
Merc and I can take care of my friends. I do need a 
good fuck."

"Wait," Mercedes broke in, "when I was sucking her off, 
I noticed she's still a virgin."

Surprised, "What, she hasn't been popped? A slut like 
that?"

"Nope, and I really want to see her get stuck for the 
first time."

"Why not?" Ingrid shrugged, "I'm sure the boys will 
have plenty left for us. Let's go get the bitch cleaned 
up for 'em."

Noooo, Karen thought, wasn't it enough that they had 
beaten her black and blue, that they had turned her 
body against her, humiliating her? Now they had invited 
men over to abuse her. She didn't know if she could 
take anymore.

Ingrid and Mercedes quickly unclasped her arms and legs 
and half-dragged half-carried her across the room and 
down a wide hallway. They pulled her unresisting body 
through an open doorway into a large shower stall with 
nozzles protruding from every wall. They reattached her 
wrist bands and, pulling her arms up and apart, clipped 
them to the top edge of the stall.

Karen let out a sharp cry as cold water instantaneously 
struck her whole body. She jerked her chin up to remove 
it from the painful spray, and began shivering 
uncontrollably. The hard, pulsating spray felt like it 
was flaying her alive, driving against her whipped 
flesh, sending ice cold sparks of pain through her 
body. Slowly though, the water began to warm, and her 
shivering began to subside. She noticed vaguely, 
through the spray blocking her vision, Ingrid and 
Mercedes leaving the room. Oh, God, let them not come 
back, she thought, and began to relax for the first 
time since she had been kidnapped that evening.

The water helped, beating into her sore muscles, 
massaging her bruised skin, sluicing down her stomach 
and thighs. She became more and more relaxed, and hung 
her head, letting the water beat against her scalp. She 
slumped down and began to doze off, the tensions of the 
evening, as well as her own orgasm, draining her of 
energy. After she did not know how long, the water 
snapped off, and she raised her head groggily. Standing 
before her were Ingrid and Mercedes.

Ingrid stood bare-footed, attired in black stockings 
held up by a black garter belt. Bikini leather panties 
barely covered her pubic hair, and her stomach was 
bare. A black bustier squeezed her large, round breasts 
up and together. Black lipstick adorned her lips and 
she had touched her eyes lightly with mascara. She 
stood heavily on one leg with her hip thrust out, her 
hand against her hip and a cruel grin on her face.

Beside her, Mercedes was completely naked except for a 
studded black leather collar around her neck. Karen 
noticed with a shock that she did not have any pubic 
hair, which, combined with her slight frame, made her 
look like a young girl of 11 or 12 years. Her stance, 
though, belied her slim hips and small breasts, for it 
was confident and sure. She was holding a large towel, 
and walked casually up to Karen and began to dry her 
off.

After her long shower, Karen's skin was hyper-
sensitive, so she squirmed away from Mercedes, who just 
more vigorously rubbed the abrasive towel against 
Karen's tenderized skin. Finishing by drying her hair, 
Mercedes then unclasped her wrists, leaving her leather 
cuffs on, and Ingrid and Mercedes gently took her by 
the arms and began walking her back to the main room.

She was beaten, physically and emotionally drained by 
her experiences, and they knew it. Held between them, 
she asked, "Please can I go back to my room now? I 
can't take anymore."

"Sure you can," Mercedes smiled, "we've got two virile 
young men just waiting to fuck you."

Karen moaned, "Noooo... please..." interrupted by a 
stinging slap from Ingrid, shocking her out of her daze 
and back into this horrible reality where she was 
beaten and raped again and again.

"Shut up, slut," Ingrid growled, "and behave. It'll 
only be as bad as you make it."

She had to escape. She just had to. She knew she 
couldn't take anymore abuse; it would drive her crazy. 
Her body was still sore, her shoulders aching from when 
she had hung her weight from them, her skin burning 
from the aftereffects of the switching and the shower. 
Her classmates weren't holding her too closely; she 
could easily twist away from them. She was sure she 
could outrun them once she got away, and then she would 
make it to the highway and someone would pick her up. 
She would tell the police and they would be arrested. 
Even if she didn't make it, even if she froze to death 
outside, it would be better than this torture.

Her thoughts were broken by a long, low whistle: "Damn, 
you sure did a number on her. She's a looker though." 
She jerked her head up at the voice and beheld two 
young men, naked, their clothes piled on the ground 
beside their feet. Both stood about 21 years old and 
5'10, and where one was stocky and brown-haired, the 
other was slim with blond hair. It was the slim one who 
had spoken. 

Without thinking, she twisted from the girls' grip, 
turning as she did so, and ran toward the door. She 
heard cries of "Shit" and "Son of a..." and the sound 
of pounding feet on the hardwood floor following her. 
She was halfway to the door when a heavy weight hit her 
in the small of her back. Strong arms wrapped around 
her as she fell forward. She barely got her hands under 
her as she fell, and fell hard against the hardwood 
floor, knocking the breath from her lungs.

As she gasped for breath strong hands forced her arms 
behind her, where her wrist cuffs were clipped 
together, and she heard Ingrid say, "Stupid bitch... 
I'll fucking show her..."

"Wait," a voice broke in, "I've got an idea." She 
recognized the voice as the slim young man's. Mercedes 
and the stocky man kneeled on either side of her as she 
lay there, gasping for breath, and wrapped a thick, 
leather belt around the crook of her elbows. Mercedes 
quickly pulled the belt tight, bringing Karen's elbows 
together, sending a painful strain into her shoulders, 
pulling them back and thrusting her aching breasts into 
the floor.

"Roll her over," the young man said, and she was 
roughly rolled over onto her back. She lay there, her 
arms crushed painfully under her, her breasts thrust 
like an offering toward the ceiling, her lolling back 
on the hardwood floor. Everyone stood up as she began 
to regain her breath, and Ingrid and Mercedes grabbed 
her ankles, pulling them toward her head. 

In a second, Karen was bent painfully in two, her knees 
beside her head, her hair pinned down on the floor by 
one knee each from Ingrid and Mercedes, who also pinned 
her calves to the floor with strong hands. She 
struggled briefly, but found she could not move much. 
She was trapped there with her ass and vagina stuck 
gaping into the air. It was a humiliating position, and 
she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world 
around her.

Ingrid leaned close to her face and hissed, "Now you're 
going to get it," and Karen's eyes widened in terror as 
she looked between her legs and saw the slim man 
approaching her backside holding a medium sized belt in 
his hand. The other man was slightly behind him holding 
the videotape recorder. Both of their penis' were 
coming to life as they thought of the punishment they 
were about to inflict.

"You're going to have to learn your place, cunt," the 
man snarled as the belt whistled through the air, 
landing with a dull, wet smacking sound directly on 
Karen's cunt and mound. A blinding white flash of pain 
seared through her guts and temporarily blinded her, 
her body thrashing her hips up and out, trying in any 
way to escape the torment within her. Her voice was not 
her own as a horrible shriek escaped her lips: 
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG."

It seemed to go on and on in her own ears, and the pain 
kept building. She heard another dull smack and she 
exploded in pain again as the belt dug into the tender 
flesh of her vagina, her voice a siren wailing, her 
body thrashing around, banging again and again against 
the hard floor. Another smack and her whole groin was 
on fire, burning and aching, the pain overwhelming all 
her senses: she could not hear nor see, all she could 
do was feel.

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 keening, 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 tiny piece of 
flesh, her clitoris. 

Then it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstasy, 
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 consciousness 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.


CHAPTER 3


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 tear streaked. 
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 
consciousness: 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 strangely 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 
headmistress, 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 repetition of the 
previous day, except hunger pains drove her to the 
cafeteria, 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 
acquiesced 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 positioning 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 Ingrid's 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 Paul's 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 underwear. 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 scissors; 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 clitoris. 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."

Tentatively 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 position 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 Paul's 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 defecated, 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 bicep, elbow, and wrist, pressing her 
chest into the ground. 

Her head was propped by her chin on a padded chin 
guard, 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 dog's 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 "dog-
fucker, 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 was! 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 paroxysm 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.

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.


CHAPTER 4


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 headmistress 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 unconsciousness 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 
headmistress 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 forbearance, 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 Sophomore.

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 consensual, 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 murmured, "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 
murmured, "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 'snick' 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 
headmistress, 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 obscenely exposed 
to the several video cameras 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 attached 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 headmistress 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 clitoris, 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 
protuberances.

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 
frantic 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, "Ooh 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 clitoris 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 insistently. "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 defecate, 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 clitoris. 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 blossomed in her body. 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. 

"Breathe 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 
tentatively 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 clitoris 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 friend's 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 keening 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 ecstasy. Her body spasmed in the throws of her 
orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed, 
exhausted, onto Su Lee.


CHAPTER 5


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 buoyed 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 
Convent 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.

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep 
the senior girls from getting out of line. It was 
simple: they would occasionally, 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 sophomores or freshmen. The seniors had the same 
privileges as the Fraternity. 

The juniors were a special case: they were free from 
everyone except the faculty at the school, yet they had 
no privileges 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 discretion, 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 sophomore, and the underclasswomen 
usually got caught in the battles between the seniors. 

The sophomores 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 
detestation. 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 Cunnilingus 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 that 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.

***

Su Lee returned a few days later, a broken-spirited 
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 Ecstasy". 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 
plenty 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 
sandals 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, 
occasionally 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 
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, temporarily 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 kneading and pulling; 
hips slamming against her buttocks, driving her 
clitoris 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. Buffeted back 
and forth between two pistoning cocks, bent naked over 
a log, pandemonium 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 ecstasy 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 semiconscious 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....

***

Su Lee ran along the highway shortly after dusk, her 
breath rasping in her lungs. She had known about the 
hunt and had planned how to confuse the dogs, how to 
escape the hellhole known as the Covenant School for 
Girls. Now she was almost free; she just had to get far 
enough away. The lights of a big rig roared past her, 
then slowed to a stop on the side of the rode before 
her. The passenger side door swung open and she 
gratefully ran to it and climbed in: she was safe; she 
was free.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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