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Chap 2

The Quelling

They walked, it seemed, forever. Renee felt the rough texture of the floor
change to a smooth warmer surface She also felt the air getting less damp
and warmer. They stopped at last. One at a time, the blindfolds were removed
and a heavy stiff leather collar lined with soft cowhide was wrapped around
their neck and locked at the back. It had three "O" rings, one at the front
and two on the sides, hanging from stylized "D" rings. The collars were
designed to keep the head up. They had struggled while this was being done
but against two powerful men they had no chance. Then a chain suspended from
the ceiling was attached to one of the "O" rings and raised so that their
feet barely touched the ground rendering them helpless and uncomfortable.
Their hands remained cuffed behind their back. Finally they were fitted with
ankle and wrist cuffs.

Looking around them they saw a rather large room with stone walls, a high
ceiling with massive wooden beams and a gray stone floor. All around were
odd pieces of furniture. She recognized what seemed to be a pillory and a
padded sawhorse. Near one wall was an upright 4" x 4" beam about 8' long
tilted at an angle backwards. It was anchored to a heavy wooden stand. It
had a vertical plank padded at one end inserted through a long slit about
midway up. Attached to it top and bottom were a number of "O" rings. Another
upright beam also secured to a stand but with "O" rings only at the top was
standing next to it. Leaning against one wall was a padded St. Andrews
cross. There were other pieces of furniture lying about whose utility could
only be guessed. On the walls hung all kinds of floggers, whips, leather
straps and other strange looking objects. All this send chills up Renee's
spine, for she realized that they were in a chamber.

In came a middle age good looking woman wearing a black see through body
suit that came under her arms over which she wore a thong red bikini and
strapless bra.

On her feet she wore a pair of heavy black platform shoes. Her hair was cut
short like a man's. and her face also resembled the masculine square look.
Tall and large, she had a strong commanding air about her. She came right up
to Renee and looking her in the eye said, "Welcome my dear to Borden castle.
I hope you're stay will be long and profitable. My name is Madama, but you
can call me either Madama or mistress. Anything else and you will pay.

"Hey you I don't care who you are, but if you're responsible for keeping us
here, you are in big trouble, kidnapping is a serious offence. I would
advise you to release us immediately or it's you who will pay." answered
Renee in an authoritarian tone.

" My dear girl, from where I stand, the only one who looks in big trouble is
you. You 're not in a courtroom here. In here I am in charge, you will learn
that, you high and mighty bitch." responded the hostess.

"Listen Mistress, Madama or whatever, let's be reasonable. I have some
money; we can negotiate. If you let us go we will forget it happened. I have
no evidence of what happened anyway."

"Precisely my dear. You're disappearance will be looked upon as an
unfortunate drowning accident. Nothing, I mean nothing connects you to this
place. All traces have vanished. You and your pretty, innocent,young
daughter are totally at my mercy. I have no intention of letting you go."

"You're going to regret this, believe me. Please let's talk, I'm sure we can
reach a compromise."

"Enough talk. From now on you will learn how to perform and to behave.
You're lessons start now," she motioned to one of the guards to raise the
chain. As he did Renee was almost lifted off her feet stretching her neck.
She started to choke.

Megan was screaming," Let her go. Please let her down."

"You see the power I have over you bitch. I could kill you if I wanted. Now
if I let you down will you call me Madama."

Renee could barely manage a muted, " Yes."

When she was lowered hate and anger filled her eyes. Gasping she hissed,"
You bastard, what the fuck do you think you're doing. Enraged she tried in
vain to break free kicking and pulling at her bonds, thrashing her body
about.

Nothing seemed to break the mistresses composure.

"You poor baby, so much anger so much spirit. But we will tame the wild old
mare.

Defiantly with more bravado than brains Renee yelled," Never you bitch,
never."

The chain was raised and lowered several more times, always a little higher
and longer until Renee was close to passing out. Finally, her voice shaking,
her chest heaving, she did manage to whimper," Madama."

"You see dearie that wasn't so hard was it? Answer me now, was it?"

"No."

"No who?"

"No Madama."

"That's better; you will get used to it baby." Then she ordered," Bring her
to the tower."

Still coughing and gagging Renee was dragged to the upright beam with the
padded vertical 25cm. plank. While standing with her back to the beam, her
arms were secured to the top "O" rings by the Velcro wrist cuffs and short
chains and her feet to the base in the same manner. The vertical plank
passing through the upright from the rear was adjusted so the padded end
rested on the small of her back . Then slowly the plank was pushed out
nudging her hips forward till her body was arched outward her legs resting
on tiptoes and her arms pulled upwards. She was being stretched on an
upright rack. As she was pushed out further and further she emitted a series
of grunts feeling her leg and arms being pulled from their socket and she
felt a tremendous strain on her back.

Finally she screamed," Stop please stop you're going to break my back."

Madama gave a signal and the plank was drawn back a little.

"What do you say Megan, Isn't your mother a marvelous sight stretched out
like a bow."

"You're a monster you sadist," Megan yelled back.

Madama approached the suffering woman and started playing with her breast
squeezing it from the base outwards and pinching the nipples until the
nipple became hard and erect.

"Don't you have such wonderful tits baby, such big red nipples."

She was handed a short chain with two small clamps at each end. They looked
like small clothespins with strong springs. Madama opened one and clamped it
on the distended nipple causing Renee to wince in pain. Repeating the same
process on the other breast, she then swiftly pulled the breasts up by the
chain and fixed it to the "O" ring on the collar.

"What all women want, an uplift. How do you like it?"

"It hurts like hell you bitch, " she hissed clenching her teeth before
spitting on the Mistress

"Pardon me. You're calling me a bitch again and trying to spit on me. She
gave Renee just enough time to realize the futility of her words and
gestures before bringing her palm down hard on her jaw twisting her head
sideways violently with the force of the blow. Excited by slapping a
beautiful face she gave Renee a backhand that hit with a sharp crack leaving
a blue mark. When Renee opened her mouth to yelp she leaned up close and
spat a thick wad of saliva right in it. Renee gagged and choked nearly
vomiting.

"Hand me that switch."

She took the small cane split at the striking end producing two tongues for
greater effect and without warning gave Renee's left tit a severe whack

Renee howled," No, god! No!"

She lifted the cane again and brought it down with a resounding crack on the
right breast

"Ouch, ouch, quit it," implored Renee

Ten more blows were delivered in quick succession that had her breasts
throbbing with pain

"Take back that word," she ordered as she struck twice more raising red
weals on the sensitive soft flesh of the tits making Renee shriek.

"Ok, ok, I'll take it back."

"Say it you slut."

"You're not a bitch."

Another couple of strokes." Who am I?"

"Please, please don't hit me again, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch
Madama."

"That's better. You're a good girl. Now don't forget it."

"Can you please remove these clips, they really hurt."

The cane was lifted again ready to strike.

"No! No!

"You are not to speak to me until I ask you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Whack. "Yes, Madama."

Renee was glowing with sweat and her mouth was very dry; the acute pain and
the unnatural stretched position created a lot of stress on her system.

"Give her some water. I want her to drink it all."

With difficulty Renee finally drank the half litre.

Her tormentor lit a cigarette waving it back and forth under Renee's nose.
She pulled back her head.

"You feel the heat right. Do you know what I can do with this cigarette?"

Renee dreaded the thought of what she might do.

"I'm going to burn you with it you snooty whore."

Renee watched in terror as the Madama brought the glowing end under her
armpit.

"No! No!" She pleaded in vain loosing all her composure. The sadistic woman
pressed the redhot tip to the tender skin three times producing small black
burning sores. Her pain threshold was high but this was too much. Breaking
down completely, she emitted a long agonizing wail punctuated by louder
screeches every time the tip would come into contact with the skin.

"No, no, enough, God that hurts. Don't do it again please. What do want from
me?"

"Obedience total and without question."

Renee closed her eyes and started sniffling unable to answer incapable even
after all this to kowtow.

"Ok with me," she said her eyes glazed in triumphant glory and sexual
ecstasy that comes from abasing, torturing and humiliating a superior
beautiful woman.

The cigarette was applied a few more times to the other armpit before
Renee's will to resist was broken

" Yiiieeee.I will, I will, Please don't." she whined.

"For your sake I hope you do it"

The plank was pulled all the way back allowing Renee to lean her back
against the beam. The chain and clamps on her breast were removed also.
Liquid was flowing from all her facial orifices: her nose was running, tears
were coming from her red puffy eyes and saliva was running over her lips,
dripping from her chin. Madama's hand went down to her genitalia squeezing
and twisting.

"Such a nice little pussy. I think you deserve a small reward for being such
a good girl."

She motioned to one of the two women standing near a wall to come forward.
The two, one dark and curvy, the other petite and blonde had been standing
there the whole time watching, waiting. As she approached Renee saw a very
beautiful mature woman with a light caramel color skin, large brown eyes and
luscious red lips nude except for a short sarong pleated in front and tied
at the hips.

"This is Sara a castle slave. She comes from Brazil. I think she has more
ancestors than a mongrel dog. I guess that is what accounts for her great
beauty. Am I not right Renee?

Renee nodded in acquiescence.

"I have asked her to make you cum. She is good at it. I'll bet that no woman
ever made love to you before. You'd better cooperate you slut or else,"
dictated the Mistress.

Sara approached Renee from the side to blow her nose and to wipe her face
lightly with a soft cloth. It felt so good to have someone groom her with so
much tenderness and care. Sara looked into Renee's eyes with empathy before
beginning to kiss her face. When Renee made a slight movement to turn away
she simply said," Please we will both be beaten."

Kissing the ear she whispered," I'm so sorry for the way you were d,
I know how it feels."

When Renee started to answer the other put her index finger to her lips as a
signal to keep silent. Sara continued kissing Renee tenderly moving down the
face to the neck and breasts. Renee abandoned herself to the quiet delight
of having another woman physically soothe her aching body and mentally
soothe the turmoil in her mind. The trauma of the had intensified
her nerve endings and every touch easily stimulated her. Moreover, she was
tied helplessly. She had not of her own volition asked to be caressed by
another woman, it was forced on her and therefore she was not responsible
for what was happening.

Sara licked the blisters on the armpits applying much saliva to help cool
the burning sensation. Then she did the same to the breast lingering longer
at the nipples already erect and super sensitive.

"That feels so good," Renee muttered closing her eyes.

"Shhh."

Sara moved down until she could kneel. Her hands started to caress the
thighs up and down while her mouth kissed and licked the belly and groin.
Finally her mouth reached Renee's vulva and she started to work over the
highly receptive area. While she was doing this she picked up a small gspot
vibrator left there by one of the guards and began teasing Renee's labia.
The lips were open and quite wet which allowed her to slowly push it in.
Renee, who at this point was totally aroused, made no effort to stop her.
Sara turned it on and it started to hum. Meanwhile she was sucking and
pulling on Renee's engorged pink clit

Megan watched mesmerized as her mother emitted low continuous moans and
gasps all the while gyrating her hips in a lewd show of wantonness

All at once she whimpered," I'm going to cum.Ohhh, I'm cumming."

Her whole body shook, her chest heaved convulsively, her gasping mouth
opened wide and then it was over. It had only taken about ten minutes from
beginning to end. The two looked at each other.

"Thanks," said Sara.

"Thank you," replied Renee.

"Good job Sara, nice work. You're a good little slut Renee. I'm proud of
you."

Now that it was over Renee's emotions were again mixup. On the one hand she
had enjoyed the orgasm, but on the other she felt that she had degraded
herself in front of her daughter. She was ashamed for having behaved in such
a depraved manner. Would Megan understand the whole scenario: the feelings
of submission, the gratefulness towards Sara, the nascent masochism, the
involuntary ease by which she had been aroused, the tremendous feeling of
elation when she finally released a powerful orgasm?

She was brought back to reality when suddenly she heard," Now Megan it's
your turn."

"No, not Megan please!" implored Renee.

" Shut up you stupid bitch. I'm not really going to hurt your precious
daughter. I warned you about speaking up. Now you will pay later I guarantee
it."

Megan was unhooked from the ceiling chain and dragged to the padded St.
Andrew's cross and made to lean against it face first. There she was secured
to the "X" by short chains anchored to the crosspieces and clipped to her
ankle and wrist restraints. From the wall Madama grabbed a red flogger with
multiple long leather straps about a meter long. Megan and Renee watched in
terror as the tormentor played with the whip.

Taking a lunging stance behind Megan she started flogging her back lightly
at a slow rhythmic pace. Renee and Megan were relieved at the gentleness of
the strokes, no cause for alarm. Using the same stroke making a sound like a
"thud", she descended down the back to whip the ass, each spread leg and
then back up again. After a few minutes a slight red pigmentation was
readily visible along the whole backside. The sensation was not unlike a
good hard massage and Megan actually forgot where she was and started
enjoying it. Madama stopped to gently rub the back, buns and thighs, telling
her to just relax and enjoy the experience.

When she began flogging again the speed and force increased a notch causing
Megan to breathe harder and squirm more. Still she liked it and submitted
willingly. After a while Madama stopped to permit Megan time to adjust to
the heightened stimulation.

"Breathe deeply and evenly Megan," requested Madama swooshing the whip back
and forth, down and over the sides or the body and legs. The warmed up skin
exhibited a redness after about fifteen minutes. Madama knew that the
endorphin levels had increased during that time deadening the pain.

After this interlude, she administered stronger stingy strokes, which Megan
would have found difficult to take before. The steady beat and sound caused
Megan to enter a sort of hypnotic trance. Noticing that the back and
buttocks were becoming too hot she switched technique. She lightly stroked
upwards between the legs causing the tails to brush the entire genital area
sexually arousing Megan who pushed her ass backward permitting easier
access.

"More?" asked Madama.

"More," answered Megan

Renee was astounded to hear this from her daughter who was not only enjoying
the strong beating but being sexually aroused by it. Moreover she was
mortified to notice that she herself was being aroused watching her own
daughter being flogged.

Five minutes later when the Madama started a cool down Megan was on a
physical and emotional high and on the verge of an orgasm. When it was over
Megan was hanging from the cross limp and worn out, her face flushed. Madama
wrapped her arms around her and asked her how she felt.

" Oh really good. Thank you, thank you." she cooed despite herself.

"Now you must drink lots of water.

Madama turned in triumph towards Renee and said," Now it's your punishment
for talking to me without permission."

Megan was turned around and bound with her back to the cross so she could
watch.

Madama warned her," You are not to say a word or your fate will be the same
as your mother's.

Then to the guards she ordered," Bring the box stock and place it here in
front of the missy."

The guards picked up a low 3x3 meter box about 20centimeters high. It had
four circular holes lined with soft leather, two small ones close together
on one side and two larger ones much further apart on the opposite side. Two
bolts were removed from one side allowing for a long lid running the length
of the box to be opened. This procedure split the circles into two
semicircular indentations; one remaining fixed on the box itself, the other
on the opened hinged lid. Renee was told to place her hands and feet in the
semicircles of the box. Then the lid was closed trapping the wrists and
ankles in the circles that fit snugly around them. She was basically bent
over at the waist standing on all fours in two stocks. No matter how hard
she might try, she was secured firmly, bent over, her legs spread wide
exposing her vulva and her bum sticking up high and vulnerable revealing her
pink crinkled anus. She was placed in such a way s to be seen lengthwise by
Megan

" Gleefully the Madama piped up," I owe my two guards a treat for having
been so dedicated to me and to their work. But first I will get you ready."

She retrieved what looked like a grease gun from a box. Instead of a nipple
at one end it had a tube the size of a broom handle about 20 centimeters
long." This will get you opened up and all greased up sweatie."

Resting the end of the tube against the rosebud she pushed slightly while
pulling the trigger lubricating the entrance to the rectum.

She had to press harder to get the tube past the strong sphincter muscles
causing Renee to groan with pain. Once past it was easy to insert the tube
further and further always squirting a little more lubricant until it was
fully shoved in.

All the time Renee was grunting from the burning sensation, however in time
the rectum was so oily and so dilated that the pain subsided and the tube
moving up and down the rectum actually felt pleasurable. She understood now
that she was going to be sodomized by the two guards in front of her
innocent daughter. Turning her head towards her she exhorted her," Megan no
matter what I forbid you to say a word do you hear me?"

"I think I know what is going to happen mom. Don't worry I'll keep my mouth
shut. I only hope it doesn't hurt too much."

Renee said to herself that she would exercise control over her mind She knew
that if she were tense her asshole would close up tight but if she relaxed
the men could penetrate her easily

Standing where Renee could see her Madama called over," You're turn first
Henry. Come over here and take down your pants so I can get that cock nice
and hard and let the bitch know what she's going to be fucked with."

She masturbated him till his full thick 7 inches was pointing straight out.

"Look at this lovely piece of meat baby. Now get back there and fuck her
ass."

With her rear sticking up and immobile, he had no trouble grasping her hips
to slowly drive his heavy member past her anus and up her rectum. Renee
offered no resistance knowing that this way there would be only irritation
but no real pain. The real pain was in her mind for she had a hard time
accepting the humiliation of being fucked in the ass in front of her
daughter. To Megan's horror and revulsion, he began to pump the raped woman
with strong forward movements causing Renee to grunt loudly each time. It
never seemed to stop. Finally he ejaculated thick hot gobs of sperm in
Renee's asshole.

"Your turn Harry. Come and show your steel hard cock to the slut."

He came next to Renee who turned her head. What she saw fascinated and
frightened her. It was a good 10 inches long and nearly as thick as her
wrist.

"Oh", she cried out Surely he could not get that in her.

"Now relax honey. Don't fight it."

"Easy give me a chance to adjust, ok?"

Coming from behind, first he teased her by running it up and down the crease
between the cheeks, then he banged it back and forth between her upper
thighs, and finally he poked his finger at her anus circling the center of
her rosebud. It was cold and slippery. Renee was sure it was covered with
even more lubricant. The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing
the sensitive opening. Despite herself she started undulating her bottom in
an obscene manner. Megan thought, what is wrong with my mother? She held her
breath when he began to push it in till it could go no further. How could
she get as aroused so quickly? When he pulled in and out she could not
stifle a series of short moans. Now she waited holding her breath for the
guard to use his penis. She gasped out loud and her breathing became ragged,
short sharp breaths escaping her open mouth as the tip rested against her
rosebud. Gently, slowly he pushed one centimeter at a time. She couldn't
stop moaning and whimpering as the huge dick was slowly pushed into her and
she felt her sphincter grasp at it despite herself. Her face was beet red
both from excitement and the humiliation of exposing her growing sexual
appetite to her astonished daughter.

Renee who had never been fucked in the ass with such a large cock thought it
would hurt but now with the semen and dilation from the other guard she was
ready to accept it. The only real discomfort she felt came from the awkward
physical position she was in

When he started to pump her delicately and then more violently while
stroking her cheeks and reaching around to rub her clit she got so turned on
that she started to wail, completely ignoring Megan in her exhilaration.

He was near cumming and so was she when they heard Madama command," Don't
cum in her. Come over here."

She made him stand at the side of Renee's head, his twitching wet dirty
penis millimeters from her face

"Suck him now you cunt. Give him the blowjob of his life. I mean it or
else."

Renee was exhausted. Her body had been terribly hurt, intensely stimulated
sexually, her mind perverted and fearful of more pain and humiliation, her
emotions troubled by lust and shame, her will broken. She no longer had the
energy to resist. At this point she really gave in and submitted
unquestioningly obeying all of Madama's commands. She turned her head,
letting him stick his colossal dirty wet penis past her soft lips into her
mouth.

"When he cums I don't want you spit it out or swallow it. Just hold the
spunk in your filthy mouth you filthy pig. If you don't I'm going to burn
you badly."

Renee slurped and sucked tasting the precum and the shit but not for long.
Enormous hot stringy jets entered her mouth and throat. She did her best but
could not hold it all. Her mouth filled up and a bubbly semen and saliva
cocktail spilled over her chin and plopped on the floor.

Meanwhile the depraved lecherous mistress had unchained Megan and forced her
down on all fours. Shoving her with her foot she commanded," Crawl over
there you little slut and lick your mother clean."

"What! No!"

"No. Did I hear a no?"

Picking up a cane she gave her four or five rapid hard strokes on the back.

"Oww. That hurts," howled Megan.

"Now do what your told or you'll get a real thrashing.

Humiliated and sickened the teen crawled behind her mother and started to
lap the goo coming out of her ass and coating her cunt and thighs.

"Forget that for now. Come here to the front. I want you to kiss your mother
on the lips."

Megan did what she was told.

"Now Renee open your mouth and swap that cum with your scum daughter."

Totally revolted but fearful of the consequences of not obeying they opened
up and let the sperm slide from the mother's to the daughter's mouth, after
which they licked and tongued each other till they had swallowed it all.
Surprisingly Megan discovered that it did not taste that bad after all.

"Now get back there and finish your job."

Megan was forced to lick clean every last drop of cum from the thighs, labia
and crack. When she got to the anus the Madama said gleefully," Stick your
tongue in there and ream her ass spotless."

After it was all over Renee was freed and the two beaten women were given
water and allowed to lie holding each other completely drained of all but
the will to live.

"You are castle slaves now and I will brand you."

The two could only wait in dread for the next painful humiliation. While the
guards tied them side by side draped over a padded horse, Madama heated a
branding iron and when it was red hot she pulled apart one buttock with one
hand and with the other she applied the iron to the inside of the cheek near
the crease. Renee howled involuntarily from the searing pain and then
uttered a series of pitiful," ooh's." The brand left the outline of a small
castle burned into the flesh. The same procedure was done to Megan who
started screaming even before the brand was laid on. When it was over a
cooling salve was administered by the women slaves.

"Now you will get your nipples pierced and rings attached. Slaves need that
as an adornment but also as a means of punishment or control Bring the young
one first."

Megan was freed and made to lie on a table where she was restrained by
fixing her arms to her sides, her feet at the end and a belt pulled tight
across the abdomen.

"This his Paula, she will hold your head. Sara will perform the operation."

Seeing that the girl was trembling in fear, tears in her eyes, Paula, a
lovely petite blond, placed her hands on each cheek and murmured
soothingly," Don't worry Hon, Sara is an expert. You will hardly feel a
thing."

First she cleaned the breast with a disposable wipe. After the area was
cleaned the next thing she did was to mark the nipples so that the jewelry
could be placed in an aesthetically pleasing way. After the area was marked,
in two places, entrance and exit, a small clamp was applied to the area so
the slight pressure of the clamp would reduce the blood flow through the
area to be pierced, and produce a mild numbing action. The clamp also held
the nipple in place, so that the piercing could easily be made through the
markings applied earlier. When the clamp has been applied then Sara
performed the piercing. The piercing needle, an intravenous canulae, a
needle with a plastic sheath surrounding it was passed through the nipple,
and then withdrawn, leaving the hollow plastic sheath in place.

With the plastic tubing in place the clamp was removed, and a 12
gauge,?"captive bead ring was inserted through the tubing, which was then
withdrawn. When the jewelry had been fastened the whole thing was over The
piercing was performed in less than a minute from the clamp being applied;
the whole process was very quick, and painless even if the area was not
frozen. When the needle punctured the skin Megan only let out a quiet,
"Ooow."

After a short break when she was given a drink of water the same maneuvers
were performed on the other nipple. Then it was Renee's turn who received a
10 gauge �" ring which is slightly larger

After all this you need to stretch your legs," guffawed Madama." String them
up."

The women were hung facing each other by their wrist restraints to a steel
spreader bar suspended from the ceiling. Then they were lifted so that only
the balls of their feet touched the floor. It was a very uncomfortable
compromising position. They had to tilt their heads to one side to place
their face cheek to cheek. The nude bodies were in constant contact. The
legs being entwined, the thigh of one was rubbing the genitalia of the
other. The arms burned as they pulled on the sockets by their weight. But
most of all was the growing desperation brought about by the urge to
urinate.

It was certainly well past midnight. They had not peed since the boat ride;
that was at least six hours ago. Hanging there in misery, their bladders
full, in front of the two guards, the slaves and Madama, they started
thinking about it. After awhile they began to complain and shift position
more frequently. They asked politely if they could be allowed to go but
knowing full well the answer would be, no. This was just another debasement
designed to break them down.

" Is there a more wonderful sight than to watch two nude long legged women
shifting from foot to foot and squirming in desperation," inquired Madama.

They had been hanging for well over a halfhour. Megan began bouncing up and
down, her breasts jiggling, her thighs rubbing Renee's clit, the pressure in
her bladder becoming intolerable

" Oh god," she whined her breathing shallow and fast," I'm not going to hold
it. I'm ready to burst."

But it was Renee who let go first as a small trickle came out of her
urethra.

"Oh mother," cried Megan feeling the warm liquid coming down her thigh.

"I'm sorry baby, I can't hold it either."

Another several spurts escaped her pussy before she finally squeezed control
over her bladder. Then Megan made a small whimpering sound and started
dribbling first in small squirts, followed by a steady leaking. With all her
will power she forced herself to stem the tide. Afterward, Rene, with a
sharp intake of air released a couple of drops. Back and forth, sometimes
together they d themselves.

At last, the mother scolded," This is ridiculous Megan. Let's do it and get
it over with, now."

They started to piss together spurting a strong golden stream that arched
out striking their stomach and pouring down over the labia down the legs to
form a pool in which their feet were soaking. It took almost a minute to
finish.

"Great performance," applauded the witch.

"That son of a bitch will pay for this," Renee thought to herself.

The constant fidgeting had forced the mother and daughter to rub against
each other stimulating the libido and now the warm erotic feeling of each
other's piss was having a powerful effect.

"Mom I'm getting aroused, what should I we do?" whispered Megan bringing her
lips right up to her mother's.

"So am I baby, but we can't allow that slut the pleasure of witnessing
another act of perversion. Try not to move too much and think of something
else."

Everyone left the chamber leaving them hanging there another hour till
Megan, the weaker of the two, could no longer stand and would let herself
hang by her arms. Renee encouraged her to stand up but the muscles were too
tired and she would collapse again and again. When it seemed that major
damage to muscles and body was eminent, Madama walked in with the guards.

"Take them down and shackle them in the alcove."

The alcove was a small semicircular room opening onto the main chamber with
rings fixed to the wall all around about 20 centimeters off the floor. They
were secured side by side close together to two rings by short chains
attached to one's left wrist restraint and to the other's right restraint.
They could, sit, kneel, stand crouched, and lie on their back and on one
side only.

By then, it was probably 4 o'clock in the morning. The two had been under
great stress since entering the castle early in the evening. They were
wornout, sore all over and dejected. Now they were lying naked on a bare
hard stone floor unable to move properly. What else could happen?

"Before I leave you for the night I have a bit of news for you. I put a
laxative in the water you drank before. It takes about six hours to take
effect and that was six hours ago. Soon you will feel the need to, how
should I say. defecate. I hope it won't cause you too much inconvenience.
Have a good rest my lovelies."

In need of sleep, they lay there silently in the semidarkness the only
light coming from a bulb in the main chamber. Suddenly Renee felt a sharp
cramp in her stomach.

"Oh my god Megan I think that bitch was right. We are in for a terrible long
night."

Megan started sobbing utterly devastated, afraid to fall asleep, afraid to
move.

"How do you feel Megan"

"I'm beginning to feel a pain in the stomach."

They waited anxiously expecting the worst. Then abruptly Megan felt a strong
desire to void her bowels.

"Get on your knees Megan you'll have to straddle me and back up as far as
you can, ok. Now push hard it will shoot out further back."

She expelled a torrent of loose watery stools that spattered on their lower
legs. At least they would not have to lie in it too much.

"Waaa, what a smell mom, this is horrible," Megan bawled

"I know Megan we are going through a lot but at least we are still together.
Don't give up baby we'll make it.

The cramps in Renee's intestines where growing worse.

"Lie down baby I have to straddle you now."

She had a tremendous bowel movement that came gushing out of her rectum
spraying all over.

After this humiliation, they sprawled out in total misery lying partly in
their own excrement expecting more. However the fatigue was overpowering and
they slumped into a fitful sleep. During the night and into the early
morning they could not hold back the diarrhea nor did the have the strength
to move so they ended up covered with shit and urine. The stench and nausea
caused by the terrible condition in which they wallowed made Megan vomit all
over her mother.

When they had slept enough, they sat in the disgusting mess with their back
to the wall completely crushed waiting for the ordeal to end. The constant
punishment had taken its toll, they would submit to Madama's every whim to
end this torment.

Earlier in the morning a guard had left two bottles of water and a large
bowl of sloppy food. They drank the water but at first could not bring
themselves to eat. At length they succumbed to their hunger and lapped the
mush from the same bowl like two animals. They remained in the alcove
feeling small, vulnerable and miserable the rest of the day. Fortunately the
diarrhea was gone but they still had to piss on themselves occasionally. All
through the ordeal Renee spoke to Megan with calm words of encouragement.

Towards nightfall, the Mistress appeared at the entrance accompanied by the
two beautiful slaves.

"Will you look at these whores wallowing in their shit and piss like two
pigs. You two clean up this fucking filthy stink hole and while you're at
you can also wash the dirty sluts."

Sara and Paula got mops and pails and starting from the outside they slowly
worked towards the chained women. Once in a while one of them would gag and
nearly throw up but in the end the floor was clean. They filled the pails
with clean warm soapy water and started bathing the cowed women who
gratefully allowed their bodies to be cleansed. They all had tears in their
eyes. Sara while washing Renee, said with great sadness," We're not supposed
to talk but I want to tell you how sorry I am to see an educated successful
woman like you reduced to this."

Renee looking deeply in her eyes could only say," Thank you so very much for
everything."

After they had been washed, Paula, the younger blonde slave rocked Megan in
her arms while humming a soft lullaby. Meanwhile Sara tented to the pierced
nipples removing the crust with a cotton ball and wiping them and the rings
with the tips of her fingers lathered with antibacterial soap.

Suddenly Madama showed up bellowing," What the fuck are you four up to? Do
you all want a beating?"

"No mistress we where only cleaning the nipples."

"Well finish the job and step back, I want to talk to them."

Madama stood before the mother and daughter and lectured, " Now you see what
I can do to you. This was only a sample. I could you until you died
a horrible death. You are here for a long time, there is no way out. Like
these two you are castle slaves. You will obey all my commands without
question or you will be punished severely. Do you understand; do I make
myself clear? "

"Yes Madama, yes mistress."

"One more thing. Megan is not yet eighteen. She will not be fucked till then
you have my word."

Calling in the guards she told them to escort the women to the cells. A
leash was clipped to the collars and they were lead to two small cells each
with a bed and clean sheets. The leash was replaced by a small chain
attached to the bed and long enough to permit access to the sink and toilet
in one corner of the cell. Both of them slept till the next morning.

..

Chap 2

The Quelling

They walked, it seemed, forever. Renee felt the rough texture of the floor
change to a smooth warmer surface She also felt the air getting less damp
and warmer. They stopped at last. One at a time, the blindfolds were removed
and a heavy stiff leather collar lined with soft cowhide was wrapped around
their neck and locked at the back. It had three "O" rings, one at the front
and two on the sides, hanging from stylized "D" rings. The collars were
designed to keep the head up. They had struggled while this was being done
but against two powerful men they had no chance. Then a chain suspended from
the ceiling was attached to one of the "O" rings and raised so that their
feet barely touched the ground rendering them helpless and uncomfortable.
Their hands remained cuffed behind their back. Finally they were fitted with
ankle and wrist cuffs.

Looking around them they saw a rather large room with stone walls, a high
ceiling with massive wooden beams and a gray stone floor. All around were
odd pieces of furniture. She recognized what seemed to be a pillory and a
padded sawhorse. Near one wall was an upright 4" x 4" beam about 8' long
tilted at an angle backwards. It was anchored to a heavy wooden stand. It
had a vertical plank padded at one end inserted through a long slit about
midway up. Attached to it top and bottom were a number of "O" rings. Another
upright beam also secured to a stand but with "O" rings only at the top was
standing next to it. Leaning against one wall was a padded St. Andrews
cross. There were other pieces of furniture lying about whose utility could
only be guessed. On the walls hung all kinds of floggers, whips, leather
straps and other strange looking objects. All this send chills up Renee's
spine, for she realized that they were in a chamber.

In came a middle age good looking woman wearing a black see through body
suit that came under her arms over which she wore a thong red bikini and
strapless bra.

On her feet she wore a pair of heavy black platform shoes. Her hair was cut
short like a man's. and her face also resembled the masculine square look.
Tall and large, she had a strong commanding air about her. She came right up
to Renee and looking her in the eye said, "Welcome my dear to Borden castle.
I hope you're stay will be long and profitable. My name is Madama, but you
can call me either Madama or mistress. Anything else and you will pay.

"Hey you I don't care who you are, but if you're responsible for keeping us
here, you are in big trouble, kidnapping is a serious offence. I would
advise you to release us immediately or it's you who will pay." answered
Renee in an authoritarian tone.

" My dear girl, from where I stand, the only one who looks in big trouble is
you. You 're not in a courtroom here. In here I am in charge, you will learn
that, you high and mighty bitch." responded the hostess.

"Listen Mistress, Madama or whatever, let's be reasonable. I have some
money; we can negotiate. If you let us go we will forget it happened. I have
no evidence of what happened anyway."

"Precisely my dear. You're disappearance will be looked upon as an
unfortunate drowning accident. Nothing, I mean nothing connects you to this
place. All traces have vanished. You and your pretty, innocent,young
daughter are totally at my mercy. I have no intention of letting you go."

"You're going to regret this, believe me. Please let's talk, I'm sure we can
reach a compromise."

"Enough talk. From now on you will learn how to perform and to behave.
You're lessons start now," she motioned to one of the guards to raise the
chain. As he did Renee was almost lifted off her feet stretching her neck.
She started to choke.

Megan was screaming," Let her go. Please let her down."

"You see the power I have over you bitch. I could kill you if I wanted. Now
if I let you down will you call me Madama."

Renee could barely manage a muted, " Yes."

When she was lowered hate and anger filled her eyes. Gasping she hissed,"
You bastard, what the fuck do you think you're doing. Enraged she tried in
vain to break free kicking and pulling at her bonds, thrashing her body
about.

Nothing seemed to break the mistresses composure.

"You poor baby, so much anger so much spirit. But we will tame the wild old
mare.

Defiantly with more bravado than brains Renee yelled," Never you bitch,
never."

The chain was raised and lowered several more times, always a little higher
and longer until Renee was close to passing out. Finally, her voice shaking,
her chest heaving, she did manage to whimper," Madama."

"You see dearie that wasn't so hard was it? Answer me now, was it?"

"No."

"No who?"

"No Madama."

"That's better; you will get used to it baby." Then she ordered," Bring her
to the tower."

Still coughing and gagging Renee was dragged to the upright beam with the
padded vertical 25cm. plank. While standing with her back to the beam, her
arms were secured to the top "O" rings by the Velcro wrist cuffs and short
chains and her feet to the base in the same manner. The vertical plank
passing through the upright from the rear was adjusted so the padded end
rested on the small of her back . Then slowly the plank was pushed out
nudging her hips forward till her body was arched outward her legs resting
on tiptoes and her arms pulled upwards. She was being stretched on an
upright rack. As she was pushed out further and further she emitted a series
of grunts feeling her leg and arms being pulled from their socket and she
felt a tremendous strain on her back.

Finally she screamed," Stop please stop you're going to break my back."

Madama gave a signal and the plank was drawn back a little.

"What do you say Megan, Isn't your mother a marvelous sight stretched out
like a bow."

"You're a monster you sadist," Megan yelled back.

Madama approached the suffering woman and started playing with her breast
squeezing it from the base outwards and pinching the nipples until the
nipple became hard and erect.

"Don't you have such wonderful tits baby, such big red nipples."

She was handed a short chain with two small clamps at each end. They looked
like small clothespins with strong springs. Madama opened one and clamped it
on the distended nipple causing Renee to wince in pain. Repeating the same
process on the other breast, she then swiftly pulled the breasts up by the
chain and fixed it to the "O" ring on the collar.

"What all women want, an uplift. How do you like it?"

"It hurts like hell you bitch, " she hissed clenching her teeth before
spitting on the Mistress

"Pardon me. You're calling me a bitch again and trying to spit on me. She
gave Renee just enough time to realize the futility of her words and
gestures before bringing her palm down hard on her jaw twisting her head
sideways violently with the force of the blow. Excited by slapping a
beautiful face she gave Renee a backhand that hit with a sharp crack leaving
a blue mark. When Renee opened her mouth to yelp she leaned up close and
spat a thick wad of saliva right in it. Renee gagged and choked nearly
vomiting.

"Hand me that switch."

She took the small cane split at the striking end producing two tongues for
greater effect and without warning gave Renee's left tit a severe whack

Renee howled," No, god! No!"

She lifted the cane again and brought it down with a resounding crack on the
right breast

"Ouch, ouch, quit it," implored Renee

Ten more blows were delivered in quick succession that had her breasts
throbbing with pain

"Take back that word," she ordered as she struck twice more raising red
weals on the sensitive soft flesh of the tits making Renee shriek.

"Ok, ok, I'll take it back."

"Say it you slut."

"You're not a bitch."

Another couple of strokes." Who am I?"

"Please, please don't hit me again, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch
Madama."

"That's better. You're a good girl. Now don't forget it."

"Can you please remove these clips, they really hurt."

The cane was lifted again ready to strike.

"No! No!

"You are not to speak to me until I ask you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Whack. "Yes, Madama."

Renee was glowing with sweat and her mouth was very dry; the acute pain and
the unnatural stretched position created a lot of stress on her system.

"Give her some water. I want her to drink it all."

With difficulty Renee finally drank the half litre.

Her tormentor lit a cigarette waving it back and forth under Renee's nose.
She pulled back her head.

"You feel the heat right. Do you know what I can do with this cigarette?"

Renee dreaded the thought of what she might do.

"I'm going to burn you with it you snooty whore."

Renee watched in terror as the Madama brought the glowing end under her
armpit.

"No! No!" She pleaded in vain loosing all her composure. The sadistic woman
pressed the redhot tip to the tender skin three times producing small black
burning sores. Her pain threshold was high but this was too much. Breaking
down completely, she emitted a long agonizing wail punctuated by louder
screeches every time the tip would come into contact with the skin.

"No, no, enough, God that hurts. Don't do it again please. What do want from
me?"

"Obedience total and without question."

Renee closed her eyes and started sniffling unable to answer incapable even
after all this to kowtow.

"Ok with me," she said her eyes glazed in triumphant glory and sexual
ecstasy that comes from abasing, torturing and humiliating a superior
beautiful woman.

The cigarette was applied a few more times to the other armpit before
Renee's will to resist was broken

" Yiiieeee.I will, I will, Please don't." she whined.

"For your sake I hope you do it"

The plank was pulled all the way back allowing Renee to lean her back
against the beam. The chain and clamps on her breast were removed also.
Liquid was flowing from all her facial orifices: her nose was running, tears
were coming from her red puffy eyes and saliva was running over her lips,
dripping from her chin. Madama's hand went down to her genitalia squeezing
and twisting.

"Such a nice little pussy. I think you deserve a small reward for being such
a good girl."

She motioned to one of the two women standing near a wall to come forward.
The two, one dark and curvy, the other petite and blonde had been standing
there the whole time watching, waiting. As she approached Renee saw a very
beautiful mature woman with a light caramel color skin, large brown eyes and
luscious red lips nude except for a short sarong pleated in front and tied
at the hips.

"This is Sara a castle slave. She comes from Brazil. I think she has more
ancestors than a mongrel dog. I guess that is what accounts for her great
beauty. Am I not right Renee?

Renee nodded in acquiescence.

"I have asked her to make you cum. She is good at it. I'll bet that no woman
ever made love to you before. You'd better cooperate you slut or else,"
dictated the Mistress.

Sara approached Renee from the side to blow her nose and to wipe her face
lightly with a soft cloth. It felt so good to have someone groom her with so
much tenderness and care. Sara looked into Renee's eyes with empathy before
beginning to kiss her face. When Renee made a slight movement to turn away
she simply said," Please we will both be beaten."

Kissing the ear she whispered," I'm so sorry for the way you were d,
I know how it feels."

When Renee started to answer the other put her index finger to her lips as a
signal to keep silent. Sara continued kissing Renee tenderly moving down the
face to the neck and breasts. Renee abandoned herself to the quiet delight
of having another woman physically soothe her aching body and mentally
soothe the turmoil in her mind. The trauma of the had intensified
her nerve endings and every touch easily stimulated her. Moreover, she was
tied helplessly. She had not of her own volition asked to be caressed by
another woman, it was forced on her and therefore she was not responsible
for what was happening.

Sara licked the blisters on the armpits applying much saliva to help cool
the burning sensation. Then she did the same to the breast lingering longer
at the nipples already erect and super sensitive.

"That feels so good," Renee muttered closing her eyes.

"Shhh."

Sara moved down until she could kneel. Her hands started to caress the
thighs up and down while her mouth kissed and licked the belly and groin.
Finally her mouth reached Renee's vulva and she started to work over the
highly receptive area. While she was doing this she picked up a small gspot
vibrator left there by one of the guards and began teasing Renee's labia.
The lips were open and quite wet which allowed her to slowly push it in.
Renee, who at this point was totally aroused, made no effort to stop her.
Sara turned it on and it started to hum. Meanwhile she was sucking and
pulling on Renee's engorged pink clit

Megan watched mesmerized as her mother emitted low continuous moans and
gasps all the while gyrating her hips in a lewd show of wantonness

All at once she whimpered," I'm going to cum.Ohhh, I'm cumming."

Her whole body shook, her chest heaved convulsively, her gasping mouth
opened wide and then it was over. It had only taken about ten minutes from
beginning to end. The two looked at each other.

"Thanks," said Sara.

"Thank you," replied Renee.

"Good job Sara, nice work. You're a good little slut Renee. I'm proud of
you."

Now that it was over Renee's emotions were again mixup. On the one hand she
had enjoyed the orgasm, but on the other she felt that she had degraded
herself in front of her daughter. She was ashamed for having behaved in such
a depraved manner. Would Megan understand the whole scenario: the feelings
of submission, the gratefulness towards Sara, the nascent masochism, the
involuntary ease by which she had been aroused, the tremendous feeling of
elation when she finally released a powerful orgasm?

She was brought back to reality when suddenly she heard," Now Megan it's
your turn."

"No, not Megan please!" implored Renee.

" Shut up you stupid bitch. I'm not really going to hurt your precious
daughter. I warned you about speaking up. Now you will pay later I guarantee
it."

Megan was unhooked from the ceiling chain and dragged to the padded St.
Andrew's cross and made to lean against it face first. There she was secured
to the "X" by short chains anchored to the crosspieces and clipped to her
ankle and wrist restraints. From the wall Madama grabbed a red flogger with
multiple long leather straps about a meter long. Megan and Renee watched in
terror as the tormentor played with the whip.

Taking a lunging stance behind Megan she started flogging her back lightly
at a slow rhythmic pace. Renee and Megan were relieved at the gentleness of
the strokes, no cause for alarm. Using the same stroke making a sound like a
"thud", she descended down the back to whip the ass, each spread leg and
then back up again. After a few minutes a slight red pigmentation was
readily visible along the whole backside. The sensation was not unlike a
good hard massage and Megan actually forgot where she was and started
enjoying it. Madama stopped to gently rub the back, buns and thighs, telling
her to just relax and enjoy the experience.

When she began flogging again the speed and force increased a notch causing
Megan to breathe harder and squirm more. Still she liked it and submitted
willingly. After a while Madama stopped to permit Megan time to adjust to
the heightened stimulation.

"Breathe deeply and evenly Megan," requested Madama swooshing the whip back
and forth, down and over the sides or the body and legs. The warmed up skin
exhibited a redness after about fifteen minutes. Madama knew that the
endorphin levels had increased during that time deadening the pain.

After this interlude, she administered stronger stingy strokes, which Megan
would have found difficult to take before. The steady beat and sound caused
Megan to enter a sort of hypnotic trance. Noticing that the back and
buttocks were becoming too hot she switched technique. She lightly stroked
upwards between the legs causing the tails to brush the entire genital area
sexually arousing Megan who pushed her ass backward permitting easier
access.

"More?" asked Madama.

"More," answered Megan

Renee was astounded to hear this from her daughter who was not only enjoying
the strong beating but being sexually aroused by it. Moreover she was
mortified to notice that she herself was being aroused watching her own
daughter being flogged.

Five minutes later when the Madama started a cool down Megan was on a
physical and emotional high and on the verge of an orgasm. When it was over
Megan was hanging from the cross limp and worn out, her face flushed. Madama
wrapped her arms around her and asked her how she felt.

" Oh really good. Thank you, thank you." she cooed despite herself.

"Now you must drink lots of water.

Madama turned in triumph towards Renee and said," Now it's your punishment
for talking to me without permission."

Megan was turned around and bound with her back to the cross so she could
watch.

Madama warned her," You are not to say a word or your fate will be the same
as your mother's.

Then to the guards she ordered," Bring the box stock and place it here in
front of the missy."

The guards picked up a low 3x3 meter box about 20centimeters high. It had
four circular holes lined with soft leather, two small ones close together
on one side and two larger ones much further apart on the opposite side. Two
bolts were removed from one side allowing for a long lid running the length
of the box to be opened. This procedure split the circles into two
semicircular indentations; one remaining fixed on the box itself, the other
on the opened hinged lid. Renee was told to place her hands and feet in the
semicircles of the box. Then the lid was closed trapping the wrists and
ankles in the circles that fit snugly around them. She was basically bent
over at the waist standing on all fours in two stocks. No matter how hard
she might try, she was secured firmly, bent over, her legs spread wide
exposing her vulva and her bum sticking up high and vulnerable revealing her
pink crinkled anus. She was placed in such a way s to be seen lengthwise by
Megan

" Gleefully the Madama piped up," I owe my two guards a treat for having
been so dedicated to me and to their work. But first I will get you ready."

She retrieved what looked like a grease gun from a box. Instead of a nipple
at one end it had a tube the size of a broom handle about 20 centimeters
long." This will get you opened up and all greased up sweatie."

Resting the end of the tube against the rosebud she pushed slightly while
pulling the trigger lubricating the entrance to the rectum.

She had to press harder to get the tube past the strong sphincter muscles
causing Renee to groan with pain. Once past it was easy to insert the tube
further and further always squirting a little more lubricant until it was
fully shoved in.

All the time Renee was grunting from the burning sensation, however in time
the rectum was so oily and so dilated that the pain subsided and the tube
moving up and down the rectum actually felt pleasurable. She understood now
that she was going to be sodomized by the two guards in front of her
innocent daughter. Turning her head towards her she exhorted her," Megan no
matter what I forbid you to say a word do you hear me?"

"I think I know what is going to happen mom. Don't worry I'll keep my mouth
shut. I only hope it doesn't hurt too much."

Renee said to herself that she would exercise control over her mind She knew
that if she were tense her asshole would close up tight but if she relaxed
the men could penetrate her easily

Standing where Renee could see her Madama called over," You're turn first
Henry. Come over here and take down your pants so I can get that cock nice
and hard and let the bitch know what she's going to be fucked with."

She masturbated him till his full thick 7 inches was pointing straight out.

"Look at this lovely piece of meat baby. Now get back there and fuck her
ass."

With her rear sticking up and immobile, he had no trouble grasping her hips
to slowly drive his heavy member past her anus and up her rectum. Renee
offered no resistance knowing that this way there would be only irritation
but no real pain. The real pain was in her mind for she had a hard time
accepting the humiliation of being fucked in the ass in front of her
daughter. To Megan's horror and revulsion, he began to pump the raped woman
with strong forward movements causing Renee to grunt loudly each time. It
never seemed to stop. Finally he ejaculated thick hot gobs of sperm in
Renee's asshole.

"Your turn Harry. Come and show your steel hard cock to the slut."

He came next to Renee who turned her head. What she saw fascinated and
frightened her. It was a good 10 inches long and nearly as thick as her
wrist.

"Oh", she cried out Surely he could not get that in her.

"Now relax honey. Don't fight it."

"Easy give me a chance to adjust, ok?"

Coming from behind, first he teased her by running it up and down the crease
between the cheeks, then he banged it back and forth between her upper
thighs, and finally he poked his finger at her anus circling the center of
her rosebud. It was cold and slippery. Renee was sure it was covered with
even more lubricant. The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing
the sensitive opening. Despite herself she started undulating her bottom in
an obscene manner. Megan thought, what is wrong with my mother? She held her
breath when he began to push it in till it could go no further. How could
she get as aroused so quickly? When he pulled in and out she could not
stifle a series of short moans. Now she waited holding her breath for the
guard to use his penis. She gasped out loud and her breathing became ragged,
short sharp breaths escaping her open mouth as the tip rested against her
rosebud. Gently, slowly he pushed one centimeter at a time. She couldn't
stop moaning and whimpering as the huge dick was slowly pushed into her and
she felt her sphincter grasp at it despite herself. Her face was beet red
both from excitement and the humiliation of exposing her growing sexual
appetite to her astonished daughter.

Renee who had never been fucked in the ass with such a large cock thought it
would hurt but now with the semen and dilation from the other guard she was
ready to accept it. The only real discomfort she felt came from the awkward
physical position she was in

When he started to pump her delicately and then more violently while
stroking her cheeks and reaching around to rub her clit she got so turned on
that she started to wail, completely ignoring Megan in her exhilaration.

He was near cumming and so was she when they heard Madama command," Don't
cum in her. Come over here."

She made him stand at the side of Renee's head, his twitching wet dirty
penis millimeters from her face

"Suck him now you cunt. Give him the blowjob of his life. I mean it or
else."

Renee was exhausted. Her body had been terribly hurt, intensely stimulated
sexually, her mind perverted and fearful of more pain and humiliation, her
emotions troubled by lust and shame, her will broken. She no longer had the
energy to resist. At this point she really gave in and submitted
unquestioningly obeying all of Madama's commands. She turned her head,
letting him stick his colossal dirty wet penis past her soft lips into her
mouth.

"When he cums I don't want you spit it out or swallow it. Just hold the
spunk in your filthy mouth you filthy pig. If you don't I'm going to burn
you badly."

Renee slurped and sucked tasting the precum and the shit but not for long.
Enormous hot stringy jets entered her mouth and throat. She did her best but
could not hold it all. Her mouth filled up and a bubbly semen and saliva
cocktail spilled over her chin and plopped on the floor.

Meanwhile the depraved lecherous mistress had unchained Megan and forced her
down on all fours. Shoving her with her foot she commanded," Crawl over
there you little slut and lick your mother clean."

"What! No!"

"No. Did I hear a no?"

Picking up a cane she gave her four or five rapid hard strokes on the back.

"Oww. That hurts," howled Megan.

"Now do what your told or you'll get a real thrashing.

Humiliated and sickened the teen crawled behind her mother and started to
lap the goo coming out of her ass and coating her cunt and thighs.

"Forget that for now. Come here to the front. I want you to kiss your mother
on the lips."

Megan did what she was told.

"Now Renee open your mouth and swap that cum with your scum daughter."

Totally revolted but fearful of the consequences of not obeying they opened
up and let the sperm slide from the mother's to the daughter's mouth, after
which they licked and tongued each other till they had swallowed it all.
Surprisingly Megan discovered that it did not taste that bad after all.

"Now get back there and finish your job."

Megan was forced to lick clean every last drop of cum from the thighs, labia
and crack. When she got to the anus the Madama said gleefully," Stick your
tongue in there and ream her ass spotless."

After it was all over Renee was freed and the two beaten women were given
water and allowed to lie holding each other completely drained of all but
the will to live.

"You are castle slaves now and I will brand you."

The two could only wait in dread for the next painful humiliation. While the
guards tied them side by side draped over a padded horse, Madama heated a
branding iron and when it was red hot she pulled apart one buttock with one
hand and with the other she applied the iron to the inside of the cheek near
the crease. Renee howled involuntarily from the searing pain and then
uttered a series of pitiful," ooh's." The brand left the outline of a small
castle burned into the flesh. The same procedure was done to Megan who
started screaming even before the brand was laid on. When it was over a
cooling salve was administered by the women slaves.

"Now you will get your nipples pierced and rings attached. Slaves need that
as an adornment but also as a means of punishment or control Bring the young
one first."

Megan was freed and made to lie on a table where she was restrained by
fixing her arms to her sides, her feet at the end and a belt pulled tight
across the abdomen.

"This his Paula, she will hold your head. Sara will perform the operation."

Seeing that the girl was trembling in fear, tears in her eyes, Paula, a
lovely petite blond, placed her hands on each cheek and murmured
soothingly," Don't worry Hon, Sara is an expert. You will hardly feel a
thing."

First she cleaned the breast with a disposable wipe. After the area was
cleaned the next thing she did was to mark the nipples so that the jewelry
could be placed in an aesthetically pleasing way. After the area was marked,
in two places, entrance and exit, a small clamp was applied to the area so
the slight pressure of the clamp would reduce the blood flow through the
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Totten and Carter sat once again in his office, this time not as doctor and
patient, but as companions. They had arrived back in
Rhode Island earlier that evening, and had debriefed with the Colonel at
the base. Fearing to go home to an empty house full of
memories, Edie had accepted an offer to spend the night in Carter's spare
room.

He'd offered a nightcap, and poured their snifters of brandy. They sat
silently, a little awkwardly.

�Look, I�m sorry�
�I didn�t mean�

�You first.�
�Age before beauty, you first�

The doctor grinned, and said �I�m sorry I was so flippant about the Fourier
option. Weird is relative, and if you think Techi would
be happy as one, then who am I to judge?�

�I didn�t mean to get so angry, John. I�m sorry too. Pax?�
�Pax.�

They sipped their brandy.

�Admit it, though, you were looking at my breasts when I was ranting.�
He didn�t even bother to deny it. �Yes. I was.�
�You want me, don�t you?�
�I�ve told you as much, yes. I�d bet you feel the same about me. But I
know this will go nowhere. Not until Techi is out of your
life.�

She looked sharply at him, and realized George must have said something.
�George told me that I was the only woman you�d ever fixated on like this.
I�m flattered, I think. As for Techi, well, she�s not out
of my life, but she has said that I should accept the friendship of your
thighs, if offered.�

He blinked. �Friendship of the�?"
�Thighs. It�s from Irish mythology. The story of Cuchulain, and his tutor, Scathach
the warrior woman. In the end, as equals, she offered him the friendship of her thighs.�

He chuckled. �How appropriate. And what do you say? Would you accept the
friendship of my thighs?�

She looked at him over the rim of the snifter. She held it between her
hands, like the chalice of wine at communion, elbows on the arms of
her chair. She seemed to be thinking. Then, lowering her glass,
and leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and asked,
�Doctor, how many fingers did you use in me to feel my uterus?�
Before he could answer, she looked at him again, her face serene.
Her eyes looked right through him. He stared back, unwilling
to lower his gaze. Silently, he held up the three fingers
used in the exam, and watched her smile.

�Did you feel my reaction?�
He lowered his hand, and stroked the backs of his
fingers with the thumb of the same hand. �Yes, I did.
I felt your vagina contract three times around my fingers.
Once for each finger, perhaps?� It was his turn to smile.
�I also noted that the patient was decidedly aroused by
the perianal exam, as well.�

For the first time since he�d gone to Maine, he saw her blush again.

�Did you? How could you tell I was aroused, Doctor?�

�Symptoms included erect clitoris, increased vaginal lubrication,
withdrawal of the cervix into the pelvis. Labia were also swollen
and red. I�d say it was a classic textbook example of adult female
genitalia at full arousal.�

He took another sip of brandy, and continued. �You left your scent on that
gown, Wench. I thank you.�

Her eyebrows rose as she realized what he meant. �How did you know�wait,
you smelled it?�

It came to her. She�d seem him scenting before. On walks, he would stop,
lift his head, and scent the air, and say �Smell that? Wild roses are blooming!�
She�d seen his nostrils flare when she came into a room, too, come to think of it.

He grinned at her. �Yes. It provided me with the kick I needed to come,
too. Twice.�

She almost choked on the brandy. �Twice?!�

�Well, three times if you count the one I had before you arrived. I needed
to be professional. I still got wood by the time you left though, Wench.�
He tried to cross his legs, and thought better of it.

She glanced at his lap, and noted the lump.

�Doctor, is that a speculum in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?�
�Are you going to accept the friendship of my thighs, or are you going to
let this go to waste?� He indicated his erection with a
wave of the brandy snifter.

She arose, and unbuttoning her shirt, took the two steps to his chair. She
straddled his knees, and taking the last sip of brandy,
reached to place the snifter on the table beside them. She sat down, and
removed her shirt, leaving the white uniform tee shirt
beneath. He noted she wore no bra, and her nipples were dark against the
fabric beneath.

She leaned in over his erection, and kissed him full on the mouth. Her
tongue flicked at his lips, and then she withdrew slightly.
Her mouth was still close to his, close enough that he could feel her lips
brush his as she said �I accept the friendship of your
thighs, John. Take me to bed?�

He didn�t need to be asked twice. He placed his glass beside hers on the
table. He picked her up in one fluid motion, and carried
her down the hall to the master bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. He
held her by her ass, loving the weight of her on him.

Once inside the bedroom, he crawled on the bed, with her clinging to his
torso beneath him, and lay on his side. She loosened her
legs, and stretched out beside him. She took one of his hands in hers, and
stared at it, and said quietly, �Yes, I could take
this�.I�m sure of it.� She tilted her head and looked at him from the
corner of her eye.

He swallowed, visibly. She grinned.

�How do you feel about spankings?� he asked.
�I love them. I�ve damn good at giving them.�
He gulped again, and she could feel his erection jump.
�I�m even better with a strapon, I�m told!�
He groaned. �I think I�ve died and gone to heaven!�

�Tell me what you were thinking when you were smelling my sex on the gown?�

He took a deep breath, and sat up. He reached down, and removed his shoes,
and as he disrobed, he talked.

�If you hadn�t noticed, by the time you left, I was hard. It was that kiss
you gave me. I went and got my nudie magazine, and
tried to masturbate to it, but I couldn�t. It just wasn�t there. I kept
shifting the image to you. So I went into the exam room, and
grabbed the gown. I gave into the image of you, inhaled of your scent, and
then used it to masturbate into. After I came, I still
needed more. I imagined having you on my desk, first on your back, then
standing, then with you on top of me. That�s how I
came the second time, you riding above me, coming on me.�

By now he was naked, and she drank in the site of him from the bed. He lay
beside her again, and she began to undress herself.
In a moment she was back beside him.

"Where do you keep the willywrappers, John?�
�Where else? Top drawer of the nightstand.�
�Do you have any lube? I tend to get a bit dry��
�There�s a bottle of it in there. I only use nonlubricated condoms. They
stay on better�

She reached over and withdrew the items by feel. She
opened it, and noted it was a reservoir tip, so she pinched the tip, and
then deftly rolled it down over his erection. He groaned at
her touch.

She grinned. "You are about to come, John.�
He nodded, breathing measured. �Consider it a compliment, Wench.�
�Maybe you should, will you get hard again?�
�I�d rather control it until later. Do you know the pinch trick?�
�So well I think I invented it, Doc.�
�Good. Don�t be afraid to use it if I ask�
�Don�t be surprised if I use it even if you don�t ask!�
He groaned. �Don�t torment, Wench�
�Only a little, Doc.�
Without warning, she took him swiftly and fully in her mouth, deeply, until
he could feel the back of her throat, and then her pulling
back, leaving him wet and slippery with her saliva. Then
came the pinch, stopping him from exploding. He arched his hips up, and he
made a sound of pain and want.

He gasped. He hurt. He hadn�t felt like this in years, and it felt good.
He opened his eyes to see her face, and saw the want in
her eyes. Along with sorrow. Along with her own pain. He took her in his
arms, and rolling on top of her, spread her thighs with
his leg, and then reached between them to feel her sex.

She was wet, swollen and open. Her scent hit him. Fresh, it was potent,
of want, and fear, and grieving. It was piquant, sharp.
He closed his eyes, and dipping his face, tasted of her sex, swirling his
tongue around her clit. She in turn gasped, and arched her
hips up. He could feel her wetness flowing. He lapped and then rose,
kneeling up.

She opened her legs to him. He said �On top of me, Wench. On my thighs.�
She nodded, and arose, and he lay back, his erection back against his
belly. She straddled him, and lifted it forward to her sex. He thought of
icebergs.

She noted his sudden stillness. She held his penis, watched it. It was
dark, painful looking. She decided to make it quick for him.
She placed it against her sex, and dropped onto it. She grasped it with
her muscles, and watched his face.

He was ready for her. Icebergs had done the trick, once again. He could
feel her muscle contractions. He smiled. �You�re good at those, Wench.�

She smiled. �Thank you. I try to please.�

�You succeed, woman.�
He reached down, and fondled her clit. She rose slightly to give him
access, and felt her sex respond to his touch. She gasped.

He cursed the darkness. �Wench, turn on the lamp, I want to see this.�

She leaned forward over him, and turned on the lamp above them on the
wall. She winced at the sudden brightness.

�Much better. You�re bodyblushing. And your nipples�hard as rocks, and
dark, too.� He reached for them, cupping her
breasts, and rubbing his thumbs over the tips. She leaned down, angled
herself so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone above
his erection, and wriggled. She shuddered. She straightened, and then
bracing herself on his chest, rode him slowly. He removed
one hand from her breast, and fondled her clit again. Her eyes were
closed, and her mouth open, face, breasts, belly flushed with
arousal and near to climax.

She stopped moving, held herself up, and let him fondle her clit. Her
breathing became gasps, and she stiffened on him, and he felt the first
wave of contractions. He thrust upwards, and she stayed there, taking him
into her, and he repeated the thrust as she
came. She threw her face upwards, and howled her orgasm. He answered in
kind with his own.

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Title: Teacher Passes the Test, Part 4 of 10, Nothing Like a Facial to
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Our anti-hero waits patiently for his puppy love to return home from a
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The next schoolweek passed quickly, and I was really looking forward to
my Friday night quality time with my unwilling new friends. Mrs. Van Horn
practically spat nails every time she looked over at me sitting innocently
at my desk. I could tell she was angry that she hadn't been able to charm
me into going easy on her when I visited. Oh well.

I had dropped off Edwin's thousand on Tuesday, and he chatted with me
desultorily. He mentioned that Cindy had plans to go out Friday night with
other teachers from the school and that he didn't think she would be coming
home early that night as I had ordered her to do. I told him it wouldn't
matter in the long run.

Edwin also mentioned that he had taken a physical for the school system
and would be reporting back to his guidance counselor position with a few
weeks. I had blown his lawsuit for him. He stressed that he didn't mind
going back to work--he needed something to keep his mind off the mess he
had made of his life. I left. Ed's depression was getting me down.
Worse, he didn't seem to think I could get through to his wife.

On Friday night, at nine in the evening, I rang the bell. Edwin Van
Horn ushered me in. He was nervous.

"What's wrong now, Ed?"

"Cindy phoned after school. She told me she was heading out to dinner
and drinks with her friends..." There was more coming.

"She say anything about me, Ed?"

"Uh...um..."

"What, Ed?"

"She said...she said she's tired of your bullshit."

"She really say that, Ed?"

"Um...yes."

"What's wrong with her, Ed?"

"Honestly Damien, she has a stubborn streak a mile wide. You'll have to
excuse her. She doesn't know what she's saying when she's angry. She'll
probably be back soon. How about we have some beers and smoke a bowl.
She'll be along soon." Ed was trying to convince himself. Afraid of what a
crazy young man like me might do.

"I hope so, Ed. I hope so." I was feeling a bit angry.

"Don't worry. Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Ed was all
appeasing tonight. Nervous as a cat.

We moved down into Ed's sanctuary in the basement and drank a few beers
and smoked some of his most excellent reefer. His supply was rapidly
dwindling and I wondered if he'd ask me for some of his stash back. Edwin
glanced nervously at the clock as 10:00 p.m. came and passed. At 11:00
p.m. there was no sign of Cindy. It was time to act.

"Ed, do you know what time it is?"

"uh...it's a little after eleven. Cindy should be home any minute now."

"Ed, I have a feeling I'm going to have to go and get her."

"No, no--I'm sure she'll be home soon. You want another beer?"

"Ed. Ed. Stop this. Stop covering for your wife. I told her to be
here at ten. It's after eleven. She brought it on herself, Ed. Nothing
you could do. It won't be your fault."

Ed looked desperate. "Now, Damien. Please, I'm begging you. Don't do
anything stupid. Don't hurt us. Don't hurt her. Please."

I smiled my evil smile. "Don't worry. I'm not going to the cops. And
I'm not going to drag her out of the bar in front of her co-workers. But,
she's got dues to pay, Eddie. She's got dues to pay."

Ed's face was twisted in anguish. I believe he still loved his wife
after all the shit she had put him through. He seemed to come to a
decision in his mind. He squared his shoulders and looked earnestly at me,
a fifteen year old boy who scared him.

"Let me do it. Let me do it for you, and we'll all talk about this
together some other night. Okay?"

"Do what, Ed?"

"Let me--let me do you. Get you off, and then you can go home. We'll
talk to Cindy tomorrow, all right?" Ed was begging me. Nice.

"How about this, Ed. You get me off. Then you give me a ride to that
bar. You leave. I settle up with our little teacher. No one finds out
nothing. She gets a little punishment. That's my last, best offer Ed. I
will promise you it won't be public. It'll be between me and her."

Ed was wringing his hands, pacing anxiously across the floor. I kept an
empty beer bottle next to me, in case he got to feeling like a hero.

"You won't mark her up? Hurt her permanently? No one else will find
out?" He needed to be reassured.

"Ed, I haven't lied to you yet. This ain't about sex. This is about
control. She wants control. I have control. And she can't have it. It's
that simple. I don't want this cozy relationship to end prematurely. It's
got to run it's natural course. And I'm telling you, Ed, she's going to
fuck this up. For all of us. I got to restore the balance of nature. And
that's what I'm going to do. Now, do you have something to give me, or do
I take it? Because just thinking about this is getting me pissed off
again."

Edwin Van Horn, emasculated, short, portly guidance counselor, nodded
unhappily. "What do I do?"

I stood and took off my pants and underwear. Sitting down again, I
motioned him to my groin. Edwin stared hypnotically at it, as though it
were a cobra. He inched closer and dropped to his knees between my legs.
"Oh God,", he whispered forlornly before taking my dangling member into his
mouth.

And Edwin Van Horn sucked me. His wife's student. His beard brushing
uncomfortably against my thighs as he worked me. In and out of his mouth.
It was not a sexual thing--I said before I'm not gay or even bisexual. And
it wasn't about sex. It was about control. It's nice to be in control.

Edwin Van Horn fellated me to a point where I thought seriously about
just ejaculating into his mouth. A nice relaxing blowjob. Nah.

"Okay, Eddie, that's enough. Drop your trogs and assume the position."

His head slowly came off my cock, leaving me wet and ready. He appealed
mutely to me. Then he stood shakily, like an old man. He slowly undid his
sweatpants and underwear and listlessly tossed them to the floor. Knelt on
the cool basement tile, on his hands and knees. Waiting. I placed his
sweatpants under me to cushion my knees.

"Head down, Eddie, and reach back and spread 'em." His hands came back,
grasping his ass cheeks. They spread and I saw his pink anus. Didn't do
nothing for me--glad I already had a hard-on. I pressed against him and he
groaned. I pushed into the rectum of a guidance counselor. My first man
to man thing. It was warm and tight. Not as tight as his little wife, but
snug, clasping my penis. I buried myself slowly.

"Ed, you can play with yourself, if it helps."

His right hand disappeared from his butt and curled under to his
abdomen. As I began to fuck him, I saw his elbow moving in time to my
thrusts. Ed was going to be all right. I sawed into him for two minutes,
each stroke getting some form of response from him. Probably pretty
uncomfortable for him, I reflected. He's a trooper, though. Then
inspiration struck, and I knew what I needed to do.

"Stay here," I commanded Ed. I pulled out and ran upstairs. Locating a
shot glass, I returned. I reinserted my cock in Ed's swollen anus, and
worked myself back to the brink of orgasm. I put the shotglass down next
to him.

"Come in the glass, Ed."

He grabbed the shotglass and held it against the head of his cock. I
put all my effort into my last strokes, burying myself in his bowel. He
groaned aloud and I knew he was spurting by the way his ass clasped my
cock. I pushed hard into him and released my semen into Edwin Van Horn's
ass. I spurted a week's worth of spunk up his backside while he groaned,
lost in his own orgasm. I pulled out to survey my handiwork. Ed's anal
ring was red and swollen, gaping open like an unhappy mouth. After I left
his ass, Ed rolled onto his side, gasping. I could see that he had filled
half the shotglass. He watched me tiredly, expecting me to order him to
drink his own seed. Not a terrible idea. But not what I had in mind.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I just need a rest."

"All right. You can get dressed when you're ready. I've got to get
some stuff ready for our little trip."

I dressed and moved off into the basement. They had a nice big
recreation room down there, with a wet bar and a Ping-Pong table. I
grabbed a paddle from there. Inside a huge closet, I found a goalie's
mask. How perfect. Upstairs, I got a cloth shopping bag and a cordless
hair dryer. I didn't even know they made such things. In the garage, I
found a hatchet and a artist's paint brush. Heading back downstairs, I
found Ed slowly dressing.

"Well Ed?"

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

"What do you mean, how was it? Do you mean how do I like sucking cock
and getting butt fucked by a fifteen year old? Yeah, it's great," he said.
"I keep thinking how lucky I am to have met you." He obviously had issues.
Poor Ed.

"Well, it's not like you didn't come. You must have enjoyed some of
it."

Edwin Van Horn took off his glasses and wiped them absently. He looked
perilously close to crying. A grown man.

"I know. I know," he said miserably. "That's what scares me. Maybe
I'm not happy unless someone is using me. You or my wife. Telling me what
to do, and making me to do it."

"Don't get maudlin on me, Ed, or I'll be forced to use other adjectives
on you. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"You are going to take me to the bar. I'll wait for your wife. You
just come back here and head to bed."

He became anxious again. "Don't hurt her, okay?"

"You still love her, don't you?"

"A little. I'm just used to her by now. Maybe when this is all over,
we'll make up and it'll be like it used to be."

"Whatever. Let's go."

We headed out in Cindy's Viper. She had taken Ed's Explorer that night,
leaving her car in the garage. Fabulous car, the Viper. Fabulous. I bet
it could really move. Ed however, showed serious respect for all posted
speed limits.

We arrived at Dave and Buster's, a huge upscale video
gaming/nightclub/restaurant complex about ten minutes away. The parking
lot was half empty. The time was after midnight. We cruised the lot until
Ed located the Expedition. I grabbed my bag of goodies and bailed out
after giving Ed his marching orders and taking his key to the Explorer.
When I was certain Ed had truly left, I let myself into the Explorer and
climbed into the back seat. It was cool out, but the plan wouldn't work
unless I was naked. So I shucked off my clothes, donned my goalie mask,
and waited. At 1:30 in the morning, I saw Cindy and three other people
approaching. Suddenly, I realized that Cindy might have given someone a
ride here. They came closer and I could hear them laughing and
bullshitting. I huddled down on the floor. Two men, two women. They
stopped outside my door chatting drunkenly to each other. Then one of the
couples apparently left. Cindy was left alone with the last male, a
teacher named Richard Stokes. A good-looking macho man in his late
twenties. We called him Dick Stroker at school. He was on the make.

"You want to come back to my pad? You can crash there if you like."

"I'd love to, Richard, but I can't. Not yet. Edwin needs me."

"Cindy, we talked about this. If Edwin hits you, he's not a real man.
You should leave him. You can crash at my place for awhile. C'mon, it
might even be fun. I'll treat you like a little princess."

"No Richard, it's not right. I have a duty to make a last effort to
save my marriage. You know me, just a silly little schoolteacher always
trying to do the right thing, even with a violent husband."

"At least, let me follow you--make sure you get home all right."

"I'd appreciate that, Richard. You're too good to me."

"It's my pleasure. You deserve a real man. I want to be that man. It
could be beautiful between us."

"Hush, Richard, hush."

Richard left, presumably to get into his own car. Cindy fumbled
drunkenly with her key to the Explorer. I crouched low on the floor of the
back seat. The atmosphere exploded with the interior light and the smell
of her perfume as she clambered into the high driver's seat. Then the
lights went out and she started the vehicle. We waited a minute, Cindy
humming some industrial dance tune. Another vehicle's headlights cut
across our bow. Cindy jerked the Explorer into 'drive' and off we went. I
could feel the uneveness of her intoxicated driving and prayed the cops
wouldn't stop her and find a naked boy with a goalie mask on crouched with
a hatchet in the back seat. I had felt that an axe would be too unwieldy
in the confines of the Explorer.

Cindy and her escort vehicle made the ten minute trip in about eight
minutes. Cindy mumbled a bunch of shit I couldn't understand. She was
nervous and upset. Hopefully about me. She rolled up the driveway to her
home. Teacher Richard Stokes stayed at the street, beeping his horn once,
then continuing on. Cindy drove up to the garage, and stopped. I could
see the corner of her head above me as she surveyed the house. The lights
were off. The Viper was in the garage.

"motherfucker better not be here...tired of this shit...fucking
Edwin...fucking orphan punk...better not be waiting...i'll fucking kill
him...whip me...no fucking way...richard'd tear that fucking kid apart..."

My drunken schoolteacher was reluctant to leave the safety of the
vehicle. In fact, she locked the doors, interior light on, leaving the
engine running while she rambled, staring out into the darkness. It was
time. I slowly eased up into the back seat, my hatchet ready. I could see
myself in the rearview mirror. I waited for Mrs. Van Horn to notice me.
Her eyes flicked once to the rearview mirror then flicked away. Then came
back, staring, her eyes large. Staring at the reflection of a naked
monster in a goalie mask, with a hatchet, inside the confines of her locked
vehicle. She screamed.

I gave an eerie moan and grabbed her blonde hair, pinning her head back
against her driver's seat. She screamed anew, and I sensed her body go
limp for a few seconds. I heard a whizzing sound. I surged forward,
pressing my hatchet to her throat lightly, issuing a blood-curdling laugh.
My lovely young teacher had pissed herself. The smell of her urine filled
the vehicle. She had no strength to scream, her eyes locked in the
rearview mirror as I held her.

"HELLO, CINDY," I screamed at her.

She gasped, her breath returning in a cry. Her eyes slammed shut, huge
tears leaking out. Her chest was heaving. She sat bolt upright in her
urine, my hatchet at her throat.

"YOU'RE LATE."

"please...oh God...please...don't...do...i'm sorry...oh god, i'm so
sorry..." My schoolteacher was babbling on the edge of madness.

"I HAD TO FIND YOU."

"oh...oh...God, please...please God...don't kill me...please...

"I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED, CINDY. YOU'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL."

"please don't kill me....i'll do...please please please...i'm so
sorry...so sorry...

"IT'S YOUR TIME TO DIE, CYNTHIA VAN HORN."

"no no no no no....no." Her eyes were rolling in her head.

"Get in the back seat, Cynthia." I pulled harder on her hair. She
twisted in her seat, practically falling headlong into my lap. I laid the
hatchet quietly into the back of the vehicle. She was sobbing, certain
that I was going to kill her. Her short shirt was hiked up over her
thighs. I held her face in my groin. Her nimble lips sought my penis
eagerly. She wanted to avoid my wrath--wanted to save her own life by
pleasing me. She took my penis--soiled from Ed's ass, into her mouth
gladly, like an infant seeking a nipple. She sucked me noisily.

"What Cindy? You don't want to die? You want to live?"

"yes." She mouthed fervently around my cock rising to erection.

"It might be better if I killed you. Save a lot of problems. I'm crazy
anyhow--you know that."

"no...no...you're not crazy....don't say that...you just need some
loving...let me help you..." Her mouth was a warm, whirling dervish on my
cock.

"Suck me, Mrs. Van Horn. Suck my cock. It's got some shit on it from
your husbands ass. Do you really want to do this?"

"yesyesyes. i'll be good to you... just lay back. i'll suck you.
i'll suck his shit right off you... it's good... it's good..."

"If I don't kill you, I'll have to punish you. You know that don't
you?"

"yesyesyes. punish me. i've been bad. i've been bad. don't kill me.'

I felt her hot breath on my cock as she babbled. Little Cindy wanted to
live. As though I had any intention of murdering her. It's all in the
perception.

"Mrs. Van Horn?"

"yes, Damien?"

"Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees for your
punishment."

Cindy scrambled up, tearing her clothes off, staring earnestly into my
eyes to show her devotion. I smiled evilly at her. She was genuinely
frightened of me. She clambered onto the seat, her ass pressing back at my
elbows. I turned towards her backside, wet with her urine. I reached into
my bag of tricks on the floor and pulled out my Ping-Pong paddle.

"Cindy, if I wanted to piss in your mouth, would you drink it?"

"yes," she breathed immediately, no hesitation.

"How did my shitty cock taste?"

"good."

"I'm going to paddle your behind now Cindy. Won't that be fun?"

"yes."

"I don't want to hear you screaming. You can moan or cry or shit
yourself, but don't scream. If you scream, I go for the hatchet."

"okay."

I laid into her, slapping the paddle hard onto her ass cheeks. The
sound of the paddle on her wet flesh exploded in the car. She gasped
harshly with each slap. But she did not scream. I gave her thirty of my
hardest, her ass red and waffled from the rubber covering of the paddle.
When I let up, she cried softly, her ass twitching most invitingly. I
brought the handle of the paddle to my mouth, coating it in my saliva.

"Spread your cheeks, please."

Cindy spread her throbbing ass cheeks, exposing her hairless pussy and
delicate pink anus to the cool air. I leaned in and spit directly on her
anus. She flinched, but said nothing. I pushed the handle of the
Ping-Pong paddle against her butthole. It resisted, then gave in. The
handle surged into my pretty little teacher's ass, up to the paddle. She
moaned in pain and discomfort.

"Turn over on your back. Face against me."

Cindy turned over slowly, impaled by the paddle. She lay on her back,
her face under my cock as I knelt over her. I angled my cock down and it
slipped into her mouth. She sucked as if her life depended on it. She
believed it did. I raped her mouth brutally, slamming my groin into her
face repeatedly.

"When I pull out, you grab my cock and milk it onto your face."

I continued bouncing off her, driving myself to orgasm. It came, and I
pulled out. Cindy's hand grasped me and stroked me furiously. I spewed on
her face, coating her forehead, then her nose and chin with my spend. It
was glorious. She lay panting for air.

I looked at my little teacher in the dim light. Besmirched with my cum.
A pretty little woman. Time to switch gears. I reached into my bag and
grabbed the paintbrush and the hairdryer. I plugged it into the auxiliary
lighter in the back seat. This vehicle had everything. I began to brush
my spend all over her face.

"Cindy, I gave you a facial. I'm going to spread it around, so your
skin will be covered. I want you to enjoy the taste and smell of my semen
as you sleep tonight. Thank me."

"thank-you," she said immediately.

I brushed my ejaculate, spreading it all over her face, until she was a
glistening little doll. Forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin. All with
an even sheen of semen.

"Don't wipe this off now, woman. It's my gift to you. I want you to
sleep with it. If I show up in the morning, I expect you to meet me at the
front door with this goo-pak on, understand?"

"yes."

I finished with my own load, then switched the hairdryer on, drying the
spend on her face. When it was fairly dry, I examined my work. Her skin
did look tightened. It was all protein, you know. Had to be good for her.
A second coat was called for.

"Cindy, I want to put some more on you. Fortunately, Ed donated to the
cause. Don't move."

I brought Ed's shotglass of semen up, and painted a second coat of sperm
onto her face, spreading it carefully for best effect. Her eyes regarded
me glassily. She was quiet now. No resistance. I dried her a second
time, and we were done.

"Cindy, you are a perfect little china doll. Try not to move your
facial muscles until tomorrow. Give the protein a chance to clean your
pores. Your face will thank you for it. Now pull that Ping-Pong paddle
out of your ass."

Cindy reached a hand between her splayed legs and gingerly removed the
paddle from her ass. Quietly.

"I'm leaving. I may be back tomorrow morning to check on you. If I'm
not there by ten, then go ahead and take a shower.

I left.

As a kind of an footnote, teacher Richard Stokes, also known as Dick
Stroker, suffered the rest of the school year with an amazing array of car
problems. It seemed someone was constantly fucking with the engine of his
Honda Accord; disabling some vital part of the wiring harness. I know how
frustrating and expensive repairs could be because I had spent a lot of
time in the public library poring over wiring diagrams in the Honda Accord
repair manual. It became a familiar sight to see him biking furiously to
school, just making it in before classes started. No suspects were
identified. It was the damnedest thing...