School Girl Part 3
Karen was sore and exhausted, mentally as well as physically, as
hands began to release her bonds. They lifted her up and pushed
her, staggering, out the door, her blouse still open and without
her bra or panties. As she buttoned back up her blouse, she felt
the twin loads of cum begin to drip down her thighs, and staggered
back to her room, stunned by the events of the evening, but even
more by her reactions to them.
Back in her room, Karen undressed and, wrapping a towel around
herself, went directly to the showers. She didn't care who saw her
this time; she was too tired and dazed to care. The shower revived
her somewhat and when she finally lay in her nightshirt on her bed
she reviewed everything that had happened to her that night.
That the headmistress's secretary, Paul, was in on these bizarre
sexual games was without doubt, and she had to assume the head-
mistress also knew about everything that had been done to her. The
entire faculty must know, and perhaps everyone in the entire school
participated on some level. She couldn't believe that, but what
Ingrid had said to her, that she was the Seniors' to do with as
they desired, certainly suggested it. If so, there was nothing she
could do but run away, and she thought they would know if she
tried, would stop her and torment her worse than they had done;
perhaps they would even do to her what they had done to Su Lee. To
be bound to the floor and fucked like and animal--she shuddered,
shying away from her own reactions to what she had seen. But they
kept coming back to her: her arousal to being fucked, and the
horrible orgasm which she had when Paul had fucked her in the ass;
her multiple orgasms as she saw Su Lee being mounted by dog after
dog, and her surprise, and yes, she admitted to herself, her
arousal, when she saw pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She couldn't
understand her own arousal at the brutal treatment she had
received, how could she understand Su Lee's?
She shook herself as she felt her vagina grow damp and her labia
swell at these remembrances. She curled up again and tried to
drive the pictures of Su Lee's abuse from her mind. It was awful
what they had done to her, she thought, her mind becoming cloudy
with sleep, awful.... She became groggily aware of people entering
her room carrying a large bundle, which they threw on Su Lee's bed.
Sleep pulled her back to unconscousness before she could see what
was happening. She awoke early the next morning to see Su Lee
curled up into a fetal position on her bed. She lay there asleep,
naked, and Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane
covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her in her arms,
to hold her and comfort her; but what could she say? What could
she do? She was there to see what had happened...she pulled back
and shook her head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No,
she couldn't. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser; it
wasn't there when she had come back last night. She fearfully
opened it and read:
Dearest Karen,
Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your head-
mistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and know that by now
you have been introduced to the main extracurricular activity at
our school. In case you are in any way confused by your present
situation, this letter is designed to clear up those confusions.
First of all, let me make it very clear that your main purpose
here, besides obtaining a first class education, is to service
myself, my secretary, the faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and
the members of Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they
desire. Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding
without question.
Now I realize that certain demands that we may make upon your
person may cause you certain discomfort; practice patience and
forebearance, and realize that no member of the above will be
allowed to permanently injure you in any way, or to impact your
schoolwork negatively. Also realize that next year you will be a
Junior here at our school, and therefore free of certain of the
strictures which now apply to you, as well as gaining social
superiority over the Freshmen and Sophmore.
Now that I have reassured you on the main points of your
situation, let me follow with certain simple rules you will be
expected to follow while you are a student here.
1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided by one
of the above persons.
2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of the
classroom only when spoken to.
3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the above
people as master or mistress, depending on the sex of the person.
If you break any of these rules, realize that you will be
punished severely.
One final note, in case you are thinking about revealing our
cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes of everything that has
been done to you. Far from being self-incriminating, these tapes
will, properly edited, reveal you engaging in consenual, if kinky,
sexual escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely. Any story of
members of this academy forcing you into unwanted sexual contact
will be dismissed by us as either malicious spitefulness,
overactive imagination, or "day after" regrets over your sexual
experiences.
Respectfully yours,
Samantha Kane
p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at 4:00 pm
this afternoon.
She shuddered as she read the letter--it seemed hardly
possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked body covered
with welts and bruises, and realized it was not only possible, it
was. She sat down on the edge of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts
and worries running through her horrified mind. She sat unmoving
for perhaps an hour, and when she finally did move, it was like an
automaton. She had closed her mind off to the world around her;
she had pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so that
she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and the like and then
she would meet with the schoolmistress at 4:00 pm--beyond that her
mind refused to function.
At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well came and
carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and ignored Su Lee's
feeble, sobbing cries for help. At 3:55, she rose from her desk,
checked to make sure she was wearing no underwear, and walked
unthinkingly to Samantha Kane's office. When she arrived she saw
Paul sitting at his desk, his boss's large wooden office door
directly behind him. He stood up when he saw her and leered.
Karen shied away and murmered, "I'm here to see Ms. Kane."
"I know," he said, moving from behind the desk to put an arm
around her. She flinched, but let him guide her passively to Ms.
Kane's office door. She didn't even react when he ran his hand
caressingly up her outer thigh to massage her naked buttocks. "Too
bad," he murmered, "I almost hoped you would disobey." Still
massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms. Kane's office and
gently pushed her through.
Standing in the headmistress's office, Karen looked up as she
heard the door closed behind her. Her protective
complacency shattered as she beheld what was before her, and she
backed, shocked, into the door. She had remembered the
headmistress as a stern, older woman, about 40 years old, 6' tall
and exceedingly handsome. She remembered when she had first seen
the headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up, her
piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid small wrinkles
webbing her face, her full and firm figure gracefully controlled,
her full length dress tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before
her could not be more different.
Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium length
hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed, a small, catlike
smile playing on her lips, her back arched back as she kneeled over
the face of one of her students, her hands gripping her student's
breasts harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out proudly
from her chest, her large round nipples distended in pleasure, her
ass crushing down into her face, the outward extending penis gag
fully embedded in her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her
helpless student's face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her orgasm
while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose, her pussy sliding
easily from the plastic dildo, and moved toward Karen.
Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching head-
mistress, but she couldn't help but glance at the hapless student
bound on the floor behind her. A sudden chill went through her as
she recognized Su Lee, a penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane's
juices, 1.5" in diameter and extending into as well as 7" out of
her mouth. She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with
wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her thighs were
pulled up and back against her sides, pulling her ass into the air,
and strapped there with another leather band running just under her
small breasts, which also held her arms against her sides. In this
position her pussy and ass were obsenely exposed to the several
videocameras stationed around the room.
Ms. Kane's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hello Karen, I've
been wanting so much to meet you." Her voice had a silky, catlike
quality to it, and Karen submitted meekly as she gripped her upper
arm and led her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in
front of. Here she could not see her friend, but another sight
caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood bolted to the
floor where a desk chair should have been, and thrusting up from it
was a shiny metal dildo. It gleamed in the dim light of the office,
and as she followed it down she saw that the chair was "padded"
with what looked like small bed of nails, with what looked like a
seatbelt attatched to the side.
"Kneel down on the stool, now, dear," Ms. Kane said, positioning
Karen over the stool, each leg on either side of it. Karen looked
pleadingly at Samantha Kane, seeing there only determination and a
complete lack of mercy. "You know what to do," said the head-
mistress as Karen knelt over the stool, her firm thighs flexing
under her skirt. She looked up at the headmistress and lowered her
pussy right over the medal dildo as Ms. Kane nodded. She shivered
as the cool, smooth metal touched her labia, and she blushed in
shame as she felt the slickness of her tunnel as it eagerly
accepted this foreign invader.
"Look at me," Ms. Kane said sharply, both hands resting on her
shoulders, "look at me!" Karen looked into her sharp blue eyes and
gasped as Samantha Kane pressed her violently down on the dildo,
driving her ass into the nails protruding from the stool. Pain
flashed through her ass, mingling with a curious, cool pleasure
radiating from her cunt. She froze, the nails pressing painfully
into her flesh, and the metal dildo feeling slick inside her pussy,
as Ms. Kane strapped her loosely onto the stool, leaving enough
slack to allow her to ride the dildo, but not enough dislodge it.
She then strapped her knees and ankles to the floor and tied her
wrists to the sides of the stool. Throughout this, Karen was
afraid to move, and her mind focused on the sensations coming from
her ass and groin. Each nail around her ass and thighs was like a
little fire on her nerves; the dildo was a slick, cool invader
inside her, causing her pussy to spasm involuntarily around it,
sending pleasure shooting through her body.
"Ingrid says you suck cunt pretty good, slut," the headmistress
said coolly, rolling a chair forward in front of Karen and sitting
down, her legs spread wide apart on either side of Karen and her
groin resting on the front edge of the chair. "Well, get started!"
she snapped, "and don't forget to fuck yourself on that dildo. If
you don't, I'll be very upset," she smiled. Karen knew resistance
was useless; it would only bring her more pain. Slowly she leaned
forward and kissed Ms. Kane's labia while moving her own hips up
and down on the metal dildo, careful to avoid the sharp nails at
its base. The sour, pungent odor of her headmistress's pussy
assaulted her as she licked at her swollen, glistening lips. She
swirled her tongue around and then, stiffening it, drove it deep
into Ms. Kane's cunt, mashing her face against her pussy in the
process. Ms. Kane groaned and grabbed the back of her head as she
licked at the inside of her pussy. Karen worked her way up to Ms.
Kane's clitorus, rubbing her face all over her cunt as she moved
her mouth toward her stiff bud. Her headmistress shuddered in
pleasure as she took her clitoris between her lips and began to
gently suck on it, running her lips over the small fleshy
protuberence.
Karen broke out into a cold sweat, her own thighs shaking with
the strain of working her cunt up and down the dildo without
striking the spikes at its base. She closed her eyes as she worked
her tongue over Ms. Kane's clit and concentrated on her dildo
inside her. It felt strange, running back and forth across her
inner flesh, so smooth. She worked her hips around, trying to get
something, some feeling, out of it--it was vaguely unsatisfying, so
cool and smooth, so inhuman. She felt desire build in her...she
wanted to be fucked...she wanted to come...she didn't want this
teasing metal cock sending cold chills down her spine, making her
yearn for the real thing. Frustrated, she slammed her hips down
hard against the stool, sending the nails stabbing into her flesh,
sending a delicious pain shooting through her cunt. It hurt, but
it was fire compared to the ice in her cunt. It sparked her to
frentic action: she began sucking and licking her headmistress's
pussy with abandon, earning gratifying moans from Ms. Kane; she
also sent her hips into a flurry of action, her young, muscular
thighs sending her cunt slamming hard down on the dildo and the
nails again and again.
A cold chill seemed to grip her body as she fucked herself
mindlessly on the stool, pain flowing in wave after delicious wave
through her body, each wave sending a thrill of warmth through her.
A gut wrenching cramp took hold of her guts, and she grunted with
her efforts, her body covered in sweat. Ms. Kane was crying out oh
yes aaahhggg ooohh as she rocked back and forth in the chair, her
thighs clenching an unclenching around Karen's head. Karen
suddenly jerked and cried out as the pain in her gut cracked, and
a painful, nerve-wracking orgasm overcame her, sending her shaking
in release upon the stool. Oh god, she thought, it was so awful...
so painful...so draining. She felt wrung out, squeezed.
"You are good," she heard Samantha Kane say, a lazy, satisfied
smile playing on her face, "I think I'll give you a reward." Karen
watched her stand up and remained still as Ms. Kane released her
from the stool. As she stood up, she felt her ass a flaming mass
of pain, and saw her drying blood on the tips of the nails and felt
it drip sluggishly across the back of her thighs. She stood there
dazed as Samantha Kane removed her plaid skirt and white blouse,
leaving her standing naked. She yelped and jumped as she felt a
sharp, stinging pain in her ass as Ms. Kane rubbed a damp towel
over it. "Don't flinch, dear, this is just some bactine to clean
you up. I don't want you bleeding all over my office." Karen drew
her lower lip into her mouth and wondered what else her
headmistress had planned for her.
She didn't have to wait long, for after finishing cleaning up
her ass, Ms. Cane opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out
a large, strap on dildo. "Put this on," she commanded, handing it
to Karen. She obeyed meekly, gasping as she felt a tiny ridge
press against her clitorus when she pulled it snug against her.
She allowed herself to be led around the other side of the desk,
her fake cock swinging from side to side. She wasn't really taking
part anymore...she was just acting out her part in this bizarre
play designed by Ms. Kane. She saw herself look down at the still
bound form of Su Lee...she had forgotten about her...and register
shock as Ms. Kane reached down and pulled out a buzzing vibrator
from Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee moaned as the vibrator was removed,
arched her back, and shuddered. Her headmistress merely smiled and
removed another vibrator from Su Lee's ass, receiving a grunting,
thrashing response from Su Lee.
Samantha Kane handed her the vibrators, one slick with Su Lee's
juices, the other coated with a light film of oil, both still
buzzing insistantly. "These are for you," she purred, "put them in
for the camera," she said as she moved behind one of the cameras
and focused it on Karen's crotch. Karen blushed furiously but
moved to obey, taking part in her own humiliation. She spread her
legs and lifted up the plastic strap on with her left hand, putting
the tip of the buzzing vibrator against her labia. She shuddered
as she felt the vibrator slip easily into her cunt, sending its
vibration humming through her body. She pushed it in as far as she
could, her fingers pushed up to the first knuckle in her own pussy,
and felt it touch her cervix, sending a shiver through her bones.
It felt awkward inside her, but she dutifully took the other
vibrator and pressed it against her anus. It made her want to
defacate, and her asshole spasmed as she shoved the buzzing cock
into her ass. She pushed it all the way in until her asshole
closed over the end, and then she stood there, the two vibrators
seeming to numb her insides.
"Good, good," she heard Samantha Kane say, "now put your cock
into your friend there." She saw Su Lee's dark, exotic eyes widen
at these words, but moved, as if she were an automaton, to follow
her headmistress's instructions. She walked awkwardly, the two
vibrators filling her up, deeply massaging her innards, until she
stood near Su Lee's upturned ass. She knelt down, her legs on
either side of her ass, and placed her hands just below Su Lee's
bound knees, leaning her weight there. The warmth of her friend's
skin brought her out of her objectivity, and she hesitated, looking
down at the large plastic dildo hovering just millimeters from Su
Lee's exposed cunt. She quivered as she realized what she was
doing, but realized she had no choice. She pressed the fake cock
against Su Lee's swollen, dark red, slippery labia, and gently
pushed forward with her hips, gasping as she felt the ridge on the
top to the dildo press into her clitorus. Su Lee began grunting
and squirming around, but Karen bore down, putting more of her
weight on Su Lee's legs and pressing forward harder with her hips.
My god, she thought, the vibrators spreading the pleasure pressing
against her clit throughout her body, I'm splitting her in half.
She was entranced by the sight of the dildo, seeming so large
compared to Su Lee's oh so narrow hips, sliding slowly into her
cunt, her juices bubbling out around the edge of the cock as it
forced its way into her. She shuddered in pleasure as she sunk the
cock all the way into her friend, feeling it hit her friend's
cervix, sending a jarring sensation against her clit. A soft
orgasm blossemed in her clitorus, was grabbed by the vibrators and
spread throughout her guts. Her stomach muscles and thighs spasmed
and she fell heavily onto Su Lee, ending up staring directly at the
penis gag obscenely jutting from Su Lee's mouth.
She felt a hand grab her head and force her mouth over the gag
and press down slowly, forcing her mouth wide. As the hand began
pressing her throat down on the plastic dildo, she began to panic,
and placing her hands beside Su Lee's head, tried to push herself
off. "Stop that," Ms. Kane said sharply, "swallow, come on,
swallow." Karen felt bile rise in her throat as the hand on her
head forced the dildo inexorably into her throat. Her gag reflex
took over and she began to heave, her hips still attached to Su
Lee's by the strap on. Ms. Kane relented, and Karen was able to
recover, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat. Again
the hand pressed her head down...she couldn't do it, couldn't take
that thing in her throat...it would kill her.... She began
swallowing madly as it pressed against her throat, and felt a
strange, warm tearing sensation as it slipped into her throat. She
couldn't breath, her throat spasmed involuntarily around the
intruder, and still the hand pressed down, forcing it further into
her throat. "Breath through your nose, slut," she heard, and
gratefully sucked in a lungful of air, her nostrils distending with
the effort. The pain in her throat lessened and the hand stopped
pressing her down, but by now she had taken the whole thing down
her throat, and her lips were pressed up against Su Lee's, her nose
pressing against her friend's.
Her whole body felt filled, her throat stretched around the
plastic dildo and the vibrators in her bowels and pussy sending a
humming numbness through her guts. "Now fuck her," she heard Ms.
Kane growl, and jerked her hips back, feeling Su Lee twitch under
her. She pressed her hips forward again and moaned as the plastic
ridge pressed against her clit, letting out a sharp gasp through
her nose as she bumped up against Su Lee's cervix. She began
moving her hips back and forth, driving the strap on slowly into Su
Lee; the dildo in her throat made her seem somehow connected to Su
Lee, impaled and impaling, every hole stretched and filled. She
felt Su Lee begin to rock with her thrusts, and moan each time
Karen brought her hips to press firmly against Su Lee's slender
body. She felt her own nipples and Su Lee's stiffen as they rubbed
against each other, and Karen felt a boiling pleasure begin to
build deep in her guts.
Suddenly with a load SMACK, pain exploded in her tenderized ass,
sending her hips slamming into Su Lee's, driving the plastic cock
deep into her cunt. Her scream around the penis in her throat was
echoed by Su Lee when their hips met with a painful slapping sound.
For a moment Karen didn't know what had happened, and froze in
place, her fake penis shoved as deep as possible into Su Lee's
pussy, her throat distended around the plastic penis gag, her lips
touching Su Lee's at its base, her body pressed, sweating, hard
against her friend's. Then she realized what had happened--Ms.
Kane had used a belt on her poor, torn, ass--and Karen knew what
she would do if she didn't keep fucking Su Lee. So she tenatively
pulled the strap on out of Su Lee's pussy, only to have her ass
explode in pain at its apex as Ms. Kane brought the belt across her
tender cheeks. A matching pleasure shot through her clitorus as
her hips slammed forward into Su Lee's to escape the pain, another
cry coming from her gagged throat, echoed again by Su Lee.
She pulled back again, SMACK, pain flashed through her ass,
melding with the sharp pleasure at her clit, spread through her
groin by the vibrators in her guts. SMACK SMACK SMACK...her hips
humped up and down furiously, driven by the belt biting into her
ass. She grunted in unison with Su Lee, each downward thrust
bouncing her off her friends slender hips, sending more pleasure
shooting through her body. She was like a driven machine, sweat
dripping off her body, her breath coming in great gasps sucked
through her nostrils. She felt a low kining come from Su Lee
through the gag into her own throat, and felt her friend's body
tense beneath hers. Su Lee cried through her gag, sending chills
down Karen's throat, and began bucking wildly beneath her as Karen
slammed the strap on again into her cunt. Answering fire exploded
in her own clit as she felt her friend twist beneath her, pinioned
by her bonds and by the driving phallus she wielded. The vibrators
were a strong wind sweeping her pleasure like wildfire through her
entire body, engulfing her ass in painful pleasure, her groin a
countering cool wind of ecstacy. Her body spasmed in the throws of
her orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed, exhausted, onto
Su Lee.
Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding school,
thinking about what had happened to her after she had left the
headmistress's office. She had had to go to the nurse to get the
vibrator removed from her ass, and she blushed at the remembrance,
remembering how she was told to lean over the back of the chair
while the nurse reached inside her with a metal device. When she
had returned to her room, Su Lee was not there, and when she did
return, wouldn't speak to her. Karen badly wanted to tell her
friend that she didn't want to do what she had done, but she had
been forced to; she wanted to tell her it would be all right, that
they could stick it out together; but Su Lee merely curled up into
a ball on her bed and ignored her. Karen felt awful, but there
seemed nothing she could do. What surprised her most was that, for
the first time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk to her.
She remembered how wary they all were, and how they looked at Su
Lee with pity. She remembered how each one empathized with her,
and let hints drop about how things worked at the school, and what
her role was. Her spirits were bouyed by these visits, and she felt
a growing sympathy with the rest of the underclasswomen at the
school.
She learned that the original headmistress of the Convenant
School for girls had had a son who was a member of Delta Sigma Pi.
It had apparently been his idea to turn the school into his own and
his fraternity brothers' private harem, and got his mother to
agree. They then began setting up the social structure they had
now: first they approached the more sadistic and easily influenced
teaching faculty and convinced them of the benefits of having a
whole school of young cunts at their disposal. They then picked
out several of the senior girls who were especially cruel, and
subtly encouraged them to dominate the rest of the student body.
Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and receiving absolute
support from them, these girls brutalized the entire school,
offering admission to their clique only to other seniors, and some
juniors--the alternative to being with them was to be against them.
Eventually they began actually torturing those girls who they
disliked, or who did not jump when they wanted them to. It was a
short step from there to sexual domination.
At first the school had trouble keeping these activities from
reaching the parents, but by imposing what was essentially a police
state at the school, they managed, until there was no thought of
escape, since there was no hope. At this point they were ready for
the next step--the introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to
these sexual games. It wasn't hard, since by this time the seniors
were wallowing in their sexual domination of the underclasswomen.
They knew that nothing was more humiliating and degrading than
rape, so, at the suggestion of faculty, brought over rapists. This
act broke most of the underclasswomen, and no more resistance was
made; most accepted their lot, holding the hope that when they were
seniors they would be able to revenge themselves on the younger
generation.
