School Girl Part 4
The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior
girls from getting out of line. It was simple: they would
occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had
displeased them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded
her. Long before this stage though, the faculty who were not
willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable teachers
were hired. Everything was pretty much set now; the only thing
that was needed was to codify the rules the faculty had instituted.
The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have
unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The members of
Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or
freshmen. The seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity.
The juniors were a special case: they were free from everyone
except the faculty at the school, yet they had no priveleges with
the underclasswomen. There was an arrangement, though, where a
junior could become a slave of a senior, who would then allow her
to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the underclasswomen.
Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and then the day
after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a godsend,
since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the pill
did, leaving them their girlish selves.
She also learned something about the personalities who were
presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was
reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul, her secretary, was a bit
of a sadist, and played favorites. His favorite, and the favorite
of most of the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.
She practically ran the school, getting everything she wanted, but
the girls were most afraid of the girl Ingrid had taken under her
wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was a true sadist, delighting in bringing
pain to the underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been
weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were nicer than
others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.
The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the
girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount
of time the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use.
Animosities would grow over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and
the underclasswomen usually got caught in the battles between the
seniors. The sophmores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed it
to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a junior or two,
so when they advanced a grade, they could make a deal. Also, in
their role as sympathizers with the incoming freshmen, most of whom
were traumatized by the attention paid them, they found girls ripe
for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after the first few weeks,
when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.
She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su Lee had
refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to
class, not eating, not speaking. They had carried her away a day
later, and Karen had not seen her since. From what she could
gather, they had taken her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept
her drugged and tied in an underground room, where anyone could
come down and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like
Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their predicament,
were sent for either breaking or desensitation. After a month of
being tied in a drug haze, being fucked almost constantly in one
manner or another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to
do anything.
Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think
about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new,
became an instant, if temporary, favorite. She was taught
cunningless until she was a pro, and found that there were endless
ways her body could be made to orgasm. The few men from the frat
who came over and used her were the best though, and every time she
was penetrated she thought about how much better the real thing
really was. Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven
over to the frat house and taught how to please a man. Not only
did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how to move
her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm,
etc., she also learned how to flirt. She learned to be an innocent
flirt, a haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she
learned what to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She
learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and pleased,
scared, wanton, a combination of those. She learned what to wear
and how to walk. Most important of all, she was taught how to
reach orgasm, until with even the slightest stimulation, whether
pleasure or pain, she could come.
She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though. Each
nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her
mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before
some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was
buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another
woman's vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and
teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her
mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself
before these abusers, the way her body danced to their
manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel
ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed
bitch who cared only about getting off. At the same time she
secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just
seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn't quite
resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close.
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Su Lee returned a few days later, a brokenspirited girl
shambling around, doing what she was told. She wouldn't speak to
Karen, wouldn't speak to anyone; she did her schoolwork and she
answered the demands of her superiors, but that was it. Karen was
kept busy with her own schoolwork and other responsibilities, but
she was still hurt by Su Lee's reticence. Over the next couple of
weeks, she discovered Mercedes' interest in Su Lee. In fact,
Mercedes' was practically the only one who used Su Lee. The other
girls whispered it was because Su Lee _hated_ what was being done
to her, and used her passivity as a weapon against her tormentors.
Mercedes saw this as a challenge, and delighted in turning her body
against her, making her orgasm. She videotaped every session she
had with Su Lee, and made the girl watch herself be abused over and
over. She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm,
using them to further torment her. Karen remembered seeing some of
the pictures, each one revealing Su Lee's orgasm in the expression
on her face, the still life straining of her body, her spasms
frozen on film.
There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles from the
ceiling, her slender legs tied together at ankle, knee, and thigh,
her arms strapped behind her back, her long black hair cascading to
the ground. Whip marks covered her body, and two large, vicious
clamps were fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed her
mouth open in a silent cry, her body tensed, just beginning to
jackknife at the waist, the rope leaning back at a slight diagonal,
obviously jerked there by Su Lee's thrashing. Mercedes had labeled
it "Vibrator Ecstacy". Another picture showed Su Lee hogtied and
rolled awkwardly onto her back, all her weight resting on her arms.
Her head was laying back and a ring gag held her mouth wide.
Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom halves of
men splattered against her body, little sprays bouncing from her
glistening ivory teeth, her small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow
stomach, her thighs and her legs. A small, womanly hand held a
fire poker plunged into Su Lee's cunt, Su Lee's body blanched,
tense and arched to meet the invading poker. Mercedes called this
one "Stoking the Fire". She had complete video tapes of these
scenes, but carried the pictures so that she could show whomever
she wanted whenever she wanted.
Karen understood her friend's horror, but wished she wouldn't be
so stubborn. If she only gave in, accepted Mercedes' attentions
instead of resisting her, Mercedes would lose interest in her.
Hey, she herself had had plently of horrible experiences, but she
wasn't going to let it keep her down. She learned and thought all
these things in a little over a month, managing to keep her grades
up throughout it. Then she learned she had been picked to be prey
in the Hunt.
She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern edge of the
forest which stretched across the northern side of the school. She
was wearing only a pair of sandels laced up to mid calf, her
pleated, plaid skirt, and her white school blouse. She shivered in
the cold, goosebumps all over her body, her nipples hard rocks
beneath her blouse. She stood among four other girls: Su Lee was
there, stoic and seemingly uncaring; Andrea, a young doe eyed
french girl with long blond hair and a boyish figure, stood,
freezing, with her arms across her small chest; Kelly, a large
curvy girl, plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground,
looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl with classic
southern european features, well formed and knowing it, stared
defiantly at the group of thirty D.S.P. members standing just
twenty feet away from them, some holding hunting dogs tightly on
leashes.
Karen had found out that the hunt had become a tradition carried
from the earliest days of the school, when fraternity members had
to hunt down real runaways before they could escape. Now, the frat
voted on their five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and
seniors gave them a ten minute head start and then chased them
down, the first to catch each one got dibs. The girls were then
carried back to the frat house for a weekend of debauchery. She
also found out there were rewards: if any girl managed to make it
to the road eight miles distant, or make it to the frat house
without getting caught, that girl immediately gained senior status
for her entire stay at the school.
Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and turned
and dashed into the woods. She ran straight into the woods,
quickly loosing sight of the other girls among the trees. She
started to pace herself, figuring in her mind...ten minutes...six
miles per hour...I can make about one mile...only seven left to the
road...could never make the frat house...I'll have to slow down a
bit...rest...can't keep this up forever.... She had planned to
make a straight run for the road; she was in good shape, strong,
and if she could outdistance the other girls, the guys would waste
time with them. Her legs flashed beneath her as she ran, and she
felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her stomach, in her
back. Her arms pumped, and her eyes searched the way ahead for
obstacles. Cold air bit into her lungs, to be expelled in a warm
breath. Adrenaline began to pump through her, and an exhilarating
feeling rushed over her: she was flying through the woods, her
body the furnace powering the engine of her legs, spreading warmth
and wellbeing through her. She felt like crying out in joy; she
felt like she could run forever.
About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her
adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning against a tree,
panting, feeling the chill of approaching night on her sweat
dampened skin. She heard the sound of dogs behind her, she didn't
know how close, but she knew they couldn't be that close.
Straightening up, she began walking as quickly as she could toward
the unseen road, and victory. She walked like that for what seemed
forever, occassionally breaking into a trot, her apprehension
growing as the sounds of pursuit increased. She must have traveled
five miles, she thought, she was so close. Five miles in no more
than an hour...they couldn't be that close...if it wasn't longer
than an hour...just keep going...run...run. She was feeling pretty
good, but couldn't do more than a brisk walk for any length of
time...and she wasn't sure she was going in the right
direction...she may have veered off the the right somewhere...she
had to keep running though...it was pretty dark now...made it hard
to see...slowed her down.
Twenty minutes later she looked back, fearful at the growing
sounds of pursuit, the baying dogs and the call of voices back and
forth, and saw the light of flashlights being playing among the
trees. Adrenaline instantly surged through her, and she bolted away
among the trees, panic gripping her. She could barely see, though,
dark as it was, and slowed, her heart racing wildly. Suddenly a
beam of light caught her, and she blinked, frozen, temperarily
blinded, then she began to run. "There she is" she heard someone
yell, and suddenly she felt a surge of people close on her, the
exposing light now fixed on her, now bobbing before her, now
behind. She heard scurrying in the underbrush behind her and
something cannoned into the back of her thighs, knocking her from
her feet. She landed heavily in the dirt and began rolling across
the ground as canine teeth nipped at her, canine bodies swarmed
around and over her. Her arms covered her face as fear and panic
overtook her, the growling of the dogs and the play of the
flashlights disorienting her.
Hands grabbed her, pulled her up from the press of dogs. She
squinted into the blurred faces of six young men, all panting and
grinning and laughing. They dragged her, struggling and kicking
and screaming, her head thrashing her hair wildly about her head,
and slammed her hips over a large fallen log. She hung there,
still struggling, the bark of the log tearing into the tender flesh
of her stomach as they ripped off her cloths, until she lay there,
as if over someone's lap, completely naked and exposed.
Everything was a madhouse around her: the lights zigging her,
zagging there, the laughter and catcalls of the boys, and the
curious snuffling noses of the dogs. "Hey," she heard in a daze,
"Caesar caught her, Caesar should have first shot!"
Answering calls of "Ya!", "Let Caesar fuck her", "Goddamn slut",
"Bet she gets off", echoed through her head as she felt a furry
weight land on her buttocks, and a narrow, slimy _thing_ slide into
her cunt.
"Noooooooo!" she screamed, feeling the dog's paws lock around
her waist and the dog's hips begin crashing into her buttocks,
sliding its slippery penis in and out of her pussy. She struggled
and cried, trying to buck the animal off of her, but strong hands
held her down. The dog quickly finished, and she trembled as she
felt its hot seed gush deep into her. The animal was pulled
quickly off of her and she felt a man's cock drive deep inside her
now lubricated sheath. Rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her
ass back to meet the driving phallus, dragging her stomach and
breasts across the rough bark. The chase, the lights, the dog, the
adrenaline still coursing through her veins, all overpowered her,
sending her into a daze. The world whirled around her and all that
was left were the sensations assaulting her body.
Her stomach and breasts chaffing against rough bark, tearing at
her tender skin; strong hands gripping the top of her hips,
squeezing and kneeding and pulling; hips slamming against her
buttocks, driving her clitorus painfully into the log, sending
brief flashes of overwhelming sensation through her body; a large
dick stretching her cunt wide, churning her insides up, sending a
warm, melting feeling through her; someone grabbing her hair,
pulling her head up, shoving their cock into her mouth and down her
throat. Buffetted back and forth between two pistoning cocks, bent
naked over a log, pandamonium surrounding her, she shuddered and
came.
The cock in her mouth slammed again into her throat, sending a
shock of pain to mingle among the awful scraping across her front,
the pain crashing into the overwhelming sensation of painful
ecstacy radiating from her groin, and she came again. She came as
she felt seed shoot into her stomach, and again as another cock
forced its way past her anus, sending tingling pain through her
body. She came when warm come squirted down her throat, and when
another cock forced its way into her mouth and down her through.
She came and came and came. She couldn't stop coming, not when
each guy took a second turn with her, not when they set the dogs
loose on her, not when they shoved a thick branch up her cunt,
sending splinters driving into her tender flesh. She was a
flopping, jerking, coming piece of meat for she didn't know how
long, and when she finally stopped coming, she was being half
carried, half dragged through the woods back to the frat house, her
body still wracked with tingling pleasures.
In her semi-conscous state, she hung between two men, thinking
it was oh so good, she wanted more; and before she passed out, she
thought to herself: I can't wait...get me to the frat
house...please....
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