Chapter 1
"We've walked so much my corns are beginning to sprout," Jennifer complained as they stopped to rest on a bench. "Shit, this is a day for the beach not school-hunting."
Regina gave Jennifer one of her deep pissed-off looks. "It wasn't only my idea to look for a job, or get that crummy apartment either," she said. "What are you complaining about."
After sitting in silence for a while Jennifer finally said, "Yeah, I know it's just I'm so damned hot and horny it's really getting to me."
Scowling slightly, Regina said, "Don't you ever think of anything except that! I mean boys are nice and all that but that's all you think of. Don't you get bored?"
Jennifer put her arm around Regina and said quietly, "I think you'd really like it if you tried it. It's real nice. Feeling them pound away and getting wet and hot in your cunt. You ought to let yourself have some fun Regina."
Regina looked away to the distance for a moment like she were considering something she knew was true, but did not know how it applied to her. Then she turned to Jennifer and said, "Maybe you're right Jennifer. But right now I really want more than anything to find a school to go to."
They slowly got up and trudged off to the last school on their list that day. They had no way of knowing how different their lives would be after experiencing that last school.
Inconspicuously set along a quiet street lined with apartment houses and shops was the "Lookswell" beauty school. The windows were discreetly curtained and the simple sign called little more than cursory attention to the place.
Regina and Jennifer diffidently went in and approached a pretty rather heavily made up young woman with striking eyes sitting at the front desk.
"Hello there," the woman chimed. "Is there anything I can do to help you."
Slightly taken aback by her friendliness yet at the same time encouraged, Regina spoke up. "Yes," she said, "we're looking for a place to go to school. I mean do you have any openings in your school now?"
"Why, yes, as a matter-of-fact, we do," the woman said. "Are both of you looking? Because we have two openings right now."
"That's wonderful," Regina gushed. "We've been looking for so long and we were getting a little discouraged. It seems to be so hard to get into things these days."
While Regina was running off at the mouth, Jennifer was standing next to her saying nothing but feeling very strange. There was something about the woman at the desk which attracted Jennifer more strongly than she had been in a very long time.
Perhaps it was her tall strong physique or her fine shoulders which accented her breasts. Her white uniform looked almost regal to Jennifer. Her usual aggressive self-assurance melted away in the face of this feeling. It was a weak empty feeling in her knees and a fluttery one in her chest.
"Why don't you both sit down right here and fill out these forms," the woman said. "By the way, my name is Miss Ross," she said as she handed them both pencils.
As she disappeared into a room down the corridor Regina turned to Jennifer. "Isn't she nice," Regina exclaimed. "She makes me feel so welcome."
"Yeah," Jennifer said vacantly. "She makes me feel kind of nice too."
The girls were busy filling out the forms when from down the corridor appeared a tall rather handsome black-haired man. He carried himself toward them with his chin up, walking with graceful yet purposeful strides.
"My name is Morgan," he said. "This is, as I gather you know already, my assistant, Miss Ross. We are happy to have you apply to our school and hope our relationship will be a fruitful one."
Taking the finished applications from the girls hands' and glancing quickly at them he said, "I think, seeing as you meet all of the classifications, uh, pardon me, qualifications, we can dispense with anything further and admit you immediately."
Jennifer was more than a little disappointed when she heard Mr. Morgan tell Miss Ross to orient Regina. She had hoped that today she would get a chance to be near this magnetic woman. But Morgan motioned with his hand for her to follow him down the corridor.
"See you later, Regina," she said.
Morgan showed her the main floor, with the chairs, sinks and dryers. He discussed in his self-assured way exactly what the school did and how the student's were taught. Frankly her mind was only half on Morgan's description. The other half was on Miss Ross.
"This is the back room where you will change," he was saying. "We like all of our girls to look sharp." He held up the pink uniform of the students. He also held up a pair of net stockings, black high-heeled shoes, a smooth black garter belt and a skimpy bra.
"We also like out girls to feel sharp," he said with a slight smile. "Why don't you slip into these and then put on your uniform to get a feel of the situation? I'll wait outside."
With that Morgan abruptly left the room, leaving Jennifer holding the uniform and the undergarments. A little befuddled she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and took off her skirt.
She took off her own underclothes and put on the panties, stockings and garter belt. She squeezed herself painfully into the tight high-heeled shoes. Just as she fastened her bra, Morgan burst into the room and made straight for her.
With one arm he put a half nelson on her neck and head. With the other he grabbed down to the roots of her blonde hair and dragged her to one of the practice chairs. She was so shocked by the sudden pain she could only gasp.
He sat down on the chair and roughly pulled her down onto his lap. "C'mere you little bitch. Let me see if you really are sharp enough to be in my school."
The rough voice and the painful hands made her go limp inside. She wiggled only to make him squeeze her harder. He dug his nail brutally into the flesh along her hips. She could feel the garter belt tearing at her waist as he tugged it viciously. She screamed out.
"Shut up you stupid cunt," he snarled. "If I want you to say something I'll let you know."
With that he took a hair brush from the shelf behind him and weighed it carefully in his hand. "Tell me how this feels," he said in a rather reflective tone as he raised his arm and brought the brush down on her wiggling ass. Again and again the savage slashes rained on her squirming and suddenly pink and raised backside.
"I said shut up you mother-fucker," he growled, slamming her in the side of the head with the palm of his free hand. "You little tramps are all alike."
Jennifer whimpered and tried to roll off his lap. But he held her tighter. He turned the brush over in his hand and scraped the bristles tentatively across her raw backside. It had stiff, thick wire bristles in the middle and wherever he scraped red grooves were left in her welted backside.
As if seized by a spasm, Morgan pressed the bristles into Jennifer's back just where her curly blonde hair ended. Pressing down with almost superhuman strength, in one motion he opened a path of blood from her neck all the way down her back to her garter belt.
Jennifer screamed and swung her hand up reflexively hitting Morgan in the Adam's apple.
He bellowed and pounded again and again on her backside. Quickly it was becoming wet with sweat and blood.
"You like to hit back, huh?" he said. So saying he took a vicious swipe at her fanny gouging a patch of bloody skin off it onto the floor. Then he lifted her limp body off his knees and gave her a thudding knee in the stomach. She lurched to the floor.
"You might make it here," he said. "Come back tomorrow and we'll see how you work out. Get out of here."
Saying no more Morgan left, leaving Jennifer exhausted on the floor. Her ass was sticky and so sore it was excrutiating agony to remove the stiff undergarments he had given her. She slowly put on her own clothes and dragged herself limply out the door.
In the corridor she saw no sign of Regina or Miss Ross. The place had a deserted and dead feeling. She ran out the door and staggered all the way home. People on the bus gave her sidelong glances for she was sweating and shifting in her seat constantly.
When Regina finally got home at about six o'clock she was smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, I had such a nice time with Susan, she was so sweet and we got to talk a lot after the orientation. I think I'm going to have a good time," Regina said.
But the last two words suddenly dropped back down into her throat. She saw her friend start to cry and hold her head in her hands.
"What happened?" Regina said. "What happened?"
Jennifer told her friend the whole story, leaving out only that she was titillated and excited when it all began. Regina sat on the floor with her mouth open the whole time.
"I just can't believe it," she said when Jennifer finished. "They were both so nice to us, especially Susan. Oh that's Miss Ross's first name. I can't believe she's involved in anything like this."
"What do you mean you can't believe it?" Jennifer howled. "Look at what that bastard did to my ass," she said, pulling up the bathrobe she was wearing.
Regina had never seen anything like that in her life. The skin was grooved and welted. Scabs were just starting to form on the deeper cuts. The whole backside was mottled with bruises beginning to blossom.
"Oh my," was all Regina could manage.
"Well, I guess the only thing to do is to go to school tomorrow and find out what is going on," Jennifer said. "If Miss Ross is so nice maybe she can explain what's going on."
"Yeah," Regina agreed. "I'd like to tell her about all this and see what happens. Why don't we make some dinner and go to bed? You must be real tired."
But after dinner was done and the dishes put away Jennifer could not sleep. It was only her raw back and ass which kept her tossing until almost three o'clock.
She could not stop thinking about the feel of Morgan's hands pulling her hair and the rough way he talked to her. The brutal digging in of his fingers seemed to have left an imprint on her soul. So strong, so commanding, she thought and felt herself stirring inside.
Finally she dropped off into a fitful sleep thinking of the day to come. She dreamt that night of many strange things.
She dreamt of her father standing naked with a big whip. He was beating her naked mother around the breasts. Mother was screaming with each slash. But she was standing perfectly still with her arms upraised. She made no effort to escape nor did she cry out between blows.
Her father's shouts became more savage and lost. He leaped about Mother like an Indian doing a rain dance. Then he started pounding her full in the face with his fist.
Suddenly in the dream, Jennifer became her mother. Then her father became Mr. Morgan and the pummeling increased. She moaned as the blows moved to her breasts and backside.
"Please! Please!" she groaned.
"Please, what?" said Morgan's dream voice.
I don't know she thought. What can I tell him?
She woke up sweating and just lay in bed breathing quickly. In a long time the sun came up.
It was a much cooler day. Regina helped Jennifer wash her back and ass and they felt much better. Then they both dressed and caught the bus uptown.
When they got to "Lookswell" it had the same deserted look it had had when Regina ran out the day before. No one was at the desk in the lobby. No one answered their calls down the empty halls.
"I wonder if anyone is here today," Regina said.
Just as she spoke, Miss Ross appeared smiling from one of the offices along the long corridor to the rear of the salon area.
"Oh how are you?" she said. "I'm so glad you came today. I want very much to talk to you."
Regina emboldened by her feeling of friendship for Susan launched right into what was on her mind.
"Susan," she said, "What did Mr. Morgan do to Jennifer? Her back is all bruised and scratched. She was crying when I got home. Please what happened?"
Susan Ross put her arm around Regina's shoulder. She patted her head in a motherly way and smiled.
"Now Regina dear," Miss Ross said, "I want to talk to you about everything. Why don't we go in here," she said, indicating the door to a room Susan had not shown her the previous day.
Miss Ross handed Jennifer a stack of books and pamphlets as she was leading Regina away. "Please, read these," she said. "I want you to understand what's in them by the end of the day. Come now, Regina."
Regina did not notice Miss Ross lock the door behind them as they entered the small room containing only a light, a sink and a barber's chair. Nor did she notice the room was completely sound-proofed.
"Sit here, Regina dear," Susan said, indicating the barber's chair. "I want to make up for the things you think might have happened."
Regina started to protest but Miss Ross quieted her with a gentle hand on her head. She put her hand gently but firmly around the thin young neck of Regina and said softly, "I'm afraid you've both been very bad girls. I don't know what we're going to do with you. Right now though you'll have to take off your clothes."
As if in a trance, Regina obeyed. She began taking off her thin T-shirt and tight blue jeans. Susan just watched as Regina went through everything in slow motion. Finally, she was sitting in the barber's chair completely nude.
"How does that feel my dear?" Miss Ross purred as she laid her hand down on Regina's neck and down further to her fresh young breasts.
"I hope maybe this will make up for all the horrible things that have been going on," she said. "I know you must be very upset."
Regina started to protest when Susan put her hand on her breast, but she was filled with so much confusion and ambivalence. Is this right? she thought. Am I doing something wrong? What does all this mean?
While Regina was so immobilized by doubt, Miss Ross had gotten a pan of hot water from the sink and a tight black nylon corset from out the closet behind her.
"Put this on," Miss Ross said in a more commanding voice than Regina had heard her use to her before.
Regina started to say something, but Susan pinched her very hard on the back of the neck and slapped her full across the face.
"You wormy little high school creep," Miss Ross shouted in her ear. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now!"
In some kind of trance Regina found herself slipping into the tight corset. She wiggled it over her head and down her smooth voluptuous young body. The cool material felt good on her hot fevered skin. But the inside was lined with some kind of barbed studs which pressed into the soft flesh along her ribs as she pulled the garment down her lanky sides.
Along the inside of the greatly confining garment were exquisitely designed needle-like spines. No matter how she moved inside the thing they stuck into her like little splinters of pain.
Miss Ross came up behind Regina when she had gotten the thing down over her now semi-erect nipples . . . With a vicious swipe Miss Ross grabbed the two aisles of the back of the corset and yanked them together.
Regina screamed as she had never screamed in her whole life. The pain was so intense she thought she would pass out. Why is she doing this to me? she thought.
But her thoughts were interrupted by Miss Ross's twisting the leather thongs on the back of the corset tighter and tighter. She could feel the dimpled flesh on her back pucker between the pain producing strands.
She began a scream, but it was literally choked off by the hand of Susan coming around her supple neck and squeezing.
Harder and harder she squeezed. The more Regina tried to choke out a scream, the harder Miss Ross crushed. Her nails began to dig into the tendons along the side of Regina's neck. The blood pounded up through the half-blocked arteries giving Regina a stoned, heady feeling.
Still Miss Ross tightened her grip. Her hands began to inch their way around to the front of Regina's neck. Her tender windpipe was exposed and her head thrown back.
Miss Ross made sure her head would not move. She grabbed Regina's long black hair and twisted it around her strong hand. Once, twice, thrice she twisted. Then she was ready.
All of a sudden, Miss Ross tore at the roots of Regina's hair. At the same time she closed her vise-like grip on Regina's vital breathing tube.
Blacker and blacker things began to swim in Regina's head. Yet at the same time down deep in her belly she felt the stirrings of some force and feeling. Like a little snake wound down around her genitals with its tale in her heart.
"Oh, Oh," she began to moan.
"That's it, baby," Miss Ross crooned angrily. "You like that, don't you? They all do, in the end."
Regina's feeling was now a terrible lust to be degraded and debased. She wanted things done to her. Unspeakable things, anything so long as Susan did them to her.
As if reading her mind, Miss Ross whipped around and grabbed the scalding hot water from the sink behind her. She moved her powerful hand from off Regina's neck and clamped it permanently around her mouth.
"Now we'll see how you squirm you little cunt."
At that she poured the hot water down Regina's uptilted nose. Down her windpipe the choking water ran. Regina reared back and tore at Miss Ross's restraining grip. Her agonized nostrils cried out for air. But Miss Ross held tighter and poured down more drowning liquid.
Regina felt as if she would die if she could not breathe. With an unintelligible animal shriek she tried to burst the bonds confining her. But Miss Ross responded with the flat of her hand down on Regina's face.
The pain was like a tearing of living nerves. Regina grew faint and through the haze of faintness felt Miss Ross raining blows down on her face and corset squeezed tits.
Finally Regina passed completely out. When she woke up, what seemed years later the first thing she noticed was that the corset was now much tighter than before. She could feel every little needle and stud. She imagined the blood oozing inside the fiendish nylon tube.
What she then noticed was that she was kneeling sideways on the chair with her boobs hanging over one arm and her shins painfully up on the other arm.
She was wearing nothing on her body, but the corset and her backside was high in the air. She could feel cool air on her quim as her legs parted at the crack. She felt completely exposed and that made her dizzy with excitement.
Suddenly she felt a searing pain on her goose-bumped ass. Unseen behind her was Miss Ross waving a leather strap high over her head.
"We want discipline here," she screamed in a scorching voice. "You'll see what it means to disobey my commands. You'll have to pay now, my creamy little tit-jiggling baby."
As if pressed on by her own screams, Miss Ross's blows rained down with more and more force. The strap slashed through the air and crashed again and again on her helpless backside.
In anguish Regina tried to rise from the chair. It was only then that she discovered her arms tied at the wrist with some kind of electrical cord. Around her wrist tighter than she thought she could stand the cord was twisted. The other ends were attached to the bottom of the barbers chair rendering her helpless.
She was terrified and confused. Her insides were a boiling mass of passion. Somewhere deep down in her primal nature she loved what was being done to her. Yet she felt humiliated and tricked by her friend.
The pain increased. She could hear Miss Ross spitting and felt her asshole grow wet.
"You shit," Miss Ross screamed. "You want more? That's what you want isn't it?"
"No, please," Regina groaned.
"Yes, yes," Miss Ross bellowed.
As the sibilant sound left Miss Ross's curled lips she plunged her long-nailed finger into Regina's asshole all the way up to the hand.
Regina cried out and writhed in pain. But Miss Ross was implacable. She twisted her finger deep inside the humiliated girl sending quivers of pain up through her abdomen.
With her other hand Miss Ross grabbed the soft elastic flesh on the underside of Regina and dug her nails deeply into it. The grappling tearing was passion at its peak.
Regina felt ripped open and torn from both sides. Deep inside her rectum she felt the searching nails of Miss Ross probing her tender flesh. On her shapely underbelly she could feel nothing but a clawing, like a raven tearing at the eyes of a little squirrel.
Regina slowly became aware of other panting besides her own. Miss Ross's breath was coming short and fast. Miss Ross's finger moved wildly within her suppurating hole.
Regina could feel Miss Ross move closer. The heat of her body through her tight-fitting uniform was intense.
Suddenly Regina felt the feel of damp cunt-wet nylon on the back of her heel. Miss Ross was straddling the tight painful high-heels which she had jammed on Regina's feet while the young girl was unconscious.
"Up, up, up," she cried as she moved more frantically on the shiny leather projectiles.
Miss Ross twisted her body down so the sharp heel of Regina's shoe pressed into the warm crack beneath the tight panties she wore.
"In, in," Miss Ross screamed as she pressed harder and harder against Regina's leg. Her hand went to Regina's backside. Her slavering mouth found the tender helpless orbs. Susan Ross began chewing and gnawing like a rat on Regina's recumbent fanny.
Like a starving animal, Miss Ross tore till blood dripped from the teeth marks. Regina pressed against the onslaught. Within her she felt an explosion of all feeling and she longed only to be eaten and devoured.
"I'm glad to see that at last you're getting into the spirit of our fun and games, my little pet," Miss Ross said, her tone rippling with pleasure as she pulled herself up on her feet once again, without ever taking her eyes from the delicious sight of Regina's upturned and naked backside.
Suddenly relieved by the removal of Miss Ross from her aching flesh, Regina sighed and shuddered, trying to regain her equilibrium. Her body felt as though it had been ripped and torn beyond repair. Every muscle ached, every fiber and nerve ending felt raw and exposed. She had no idea how she had managed to live through this inhuman ordeal for so long, and still, inside herself, she knew that the torture and punishment session was far from over.
"Now, we'll really get down to some fun and games," Miss Ross said, as she hurried to remove her clothing.
Her fingers trembled with buttons and hooks, but she was determined to strip herself naked and thereby allow herself the fullest amount of pleasure from her bound and helpless victim's body. She sighed, deep in her throat as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"You are going to be punished like you've never even dreamed of," the woman said, sliding her shaking hands up and down the insides of her thighs, cupping her hot pussy as she spoke.
Regina could not suppress a chilling shudder of dread that ran through her pained and aching body at the sound of the woman's voice. What she felt, to be sure, was a mixture of fear and fascination. There was something about the woman's tone . . . something about the way the woman chose and phrased her words when she talked about punishment and discipline that Regina found highly exciting.
It was amazing to herself, but she could not deny that, despite the pain and discomfort she was experiencing, she was also experiencing a strange sort of pleasure. It was throbbing, softly, deep down inside her cunt. What was it about herself that seemed to enjoy this humiliation, she wondered. Why was it that even though she was being brutalized, there was something about that very treatment that made her feel comfortable.
It was all very strange, to be sure. But she knew, also, that she had seen only the beginning of the bizarre adventure that was in store for her at the hands of Miss Ross.
Miss Ross, breathing heavily and glassy-eyed with excitement, now, had stripped herself completely and was freely finger-fucking herself while taking in the exciting view of Regina's bound and helpless form. Her eyes moved slowly, lingeringly, along the scantily-veiled supine shape that trembled in sorry expectation of the torture that was to follow.
"You are a beautiful sight, my dear," she said, inserting a long-nailed middle finger into her dripping pussy slit and toying with the sensitive and highly-responsive clit inside. "It is going to be my extreme pleasure to give you the beating of your life and teach you what folly it is to disobey me . . . ever!"
"Please," Regina begged, in a voice that came out sounding tiny and frightened. "No more pain. Don't hit me or hurt me again. I'll do anything you say, anything you want."
"Exactly right, pretty," Miss Ross agreed, with a lewd grin, as she slipped a second finger into her throbbing cunt and diddled her hot hole. "You're going to be doing more than you ever dreamed of!"
With that, she advanced, once again, in the direction of the helpless, half-naked girl. When she was standing beside the chair, she stretched one hand out in front of her and curved her fingers to the gently rounded slope of Regina's upturned, bare ass.
Regina gasped as the woman's hand made contact with her bare flesh. She hadn't meant to let any sound out, but the sharp reality of physical contact again, made her entire body respond with acute alertness.
Miss Ross pressed the tips of her fingers into the soft flesh of Regina's buttocks and lingered on the satin-smooth hills of womanliness. She slid her palm lightly over one voluptuous ass cheek and then the next, enjoying the notion that this delaying action was almost as tortuous to her victim as the actual act of beating or punishing.
Now, Miss Ross slid her long, skillful fingers into the crack of Regina's ass and rubbed her way down to the girl's pussy lips. Regina cried out but said nothing, as the fingers of her captor toyed with the delicate portals to her womanhood.
"I'm going to rip that cunt of yours into shreds," Miss Ross announced, her tone sounding as though she were actually proud of what she considered a worthwhile accomplishment. "By the time I'm through, a horse will be able to fuck you and you might not even know that your hole is being plugged."
With that, she thrust three fingers into Regina's helpless cunt, tearing at the tender walls of the girl's hole and ripping the sensitive flesh.
Regina was no longer able to keep herself from crying out. As she felt the inside of her delicate hole being raked by Miss Ross' long fingernails, she groaned in pain and thrashed back and forth, straining within her bond until her flesh hurt where the lamp cord was tightly tied.
"Think you can escape, eh?" Miss Ross growled. And with that, she raised one hand high above her head and brought it down sharply, stinglingly across the naked rump.
Regina wailed from the pain of the slap and tried to keep herself from saying anything that would cause the other woman to become angrier and possibly hurt her even worse. She bit down on her lower lip. fighting to hold back the tears of pain and humiliation that were welling under her lids.. . but the effort was in vain.
Great, pearl-like drops fell from her eyes and stained her silken cheeks. Finally, unable to endure the pain any longer, she wailed at the pain that she felt and started to scream at the tops of her lungs.
"that's good, scream your little lungs out," Miss Ross said, without trying to disguise the pleasure in her tone. Obviously, she was enjoying every bit of Regina's suffering . . . and meant, in fact, to add quite a good deal more to it.
Without warning, she pulled her fingers out of the girl's torn and bleeding cunt and walked around to the side of the chair where Regina's head was suspended. Cruelly, Miss Ross twisted her long fingers into the girl's head and forced it up.
"Suck my cunt," Miss Ross, commanded. "And you better do a good job, my dear, or else I have a lovely little whip to use on you."
Regina knew that it would be foolish and pointless to even try to protest. As she saw the black bush of pussy hair being moved closer to her tear-stained face, she extended her tongue and waited for the flesh to approach her.
Miss Ross parted her thighs and tilted her pelvis forward, thrusting her pussy directly into the face of the suffering girl. Regina's features were lost from sight as Miss Ross' thighs caught in a viselike grip and held the girl's head in place.
"Get that tongue all the way in ere," Miss Ross commanded. "Eat me out and do a good job . . . or I promise you, you'll regret it."
The aroma of hot cunt filled her nostrils and made Regina's head spin. She closed her eyes. The trembling pussy lips moved upon her.
And suddenly, she felt as though her entire being was engulfed by Miss Ross' demanding pussy. The lips seemed to spread of their own accord and wrap themselves around Regina's snakelike tongue.
"Suck!" Miss Ross screamed, her tone changing suddenly to one of high intensity and obvious arousal. "Eat my box, slave! Suck!"
And with that, she leaned forward and slapped Regina resoundingly across the tops of her already-welted ass cheeks.
Regina's shriek was lost in the vibrating folds of Miss Ross' quivering cunt. She tasted the strong, pungent flavor of the woman's quim juice as it dripped copiously into her sucking mouth. She had to swallow repeatedly to keep from having the stickly liquid dribble down her chin . . . and even then, after a few minutes, the flow was much too full to control.
Regina slurped loudly, aware despite her discomfort, of a strengthening of sensation down between her own legs. The awareness that she was not only a prisoner, but being forced to eat another woman's cunt was having its undeniable effect on her body.
She felt her own pussy starting to moisten with the evidence of arousal. Deep inside the folds of her cunt, she felt the little bud of her clit starting to harden and become alert. She wished that she were able to reach around and shove a couple of fingers into her own slot.
The thought of what it would feel like to have something stuck way up inside her box made her shudder with an even greater feeling than she had been experiencing before. Without thinking about it, really, she started to suck on the woman's cunt even faster than she had been doing.
Miss Ross responded to this by crying out loudly as she felt tne warm sensation of Regina's tongue, sliding up and down in between the folds of her pussy lips. She leaned her head back and gave herself over completely to the pleasures of having her most sensitive flesh stroked and attended to by the wiggling excitement of Regina's tongue.
The sensations were exquisite.
She wrapped her cruel fingers around a long handled whip. As she groaned loudly she brought the snake like leather thong through the air and aimed it perfectly . . . so that it landed with a resounding snap right between the cheeks of Regina's ass.
Now, Regina's screaming could be clearly heard as she raised her voice and cried out in agony. Her face was pale and her entire body shook from the sensation of the whip, landing against her ass and pussy.
She felt a dripping sensation in between her legs and she knew that she must be bleeding. Her pussy felt, actually, as though it had been shredded and she wondered if she was ever able to be going to heal from the wounds that this woman was inflicting upon her.
"Spread your legs," Miss Ross ordered, and brought the whip down again.
Regina screamed as she felt the lash cut cruelly across the backs of her thighs, making her head spin from the pain. Still, she spread her legs, with great effort, fearful that if she didn't tne whip would fall again and cut her flesh to ribbons.
The bonds around her legs made it impossible for Regina to part them more than just the slightest bit. Realizing this, Miss Ross hurried around to the other side of the chair to free the lower half of her prisoner's body and thereby make it that much more accessible.
As soon as the cords were loosened from around her ankles, Regina moved her legs, trying to work some of the stiffness out of them. However, in so doing, she afforded Miss Ross an even better view of her pussy lips from behind.
The woman plunged the handle of the whip toward the inviting opening, hitting her goal directly on target. The thick, leather handle disappeared in between the lips of the poor girl's cunt, burying itself a good nine or ten inches inside Regina's pain filled body.
Regina screamed in anguish and thrashed about wildly, trying to rid herself of this latest, most excruciating imposition. However, the handle of the whip was imbedded far too deeply inside of her to dislodge without the aid of her fingers. She whimpered miserably and begged the woman to take it out.
Instead of complying with her victim's pleading request, Miss Ross gripped the whip more tightly and shoved it another couple of inches into Regina's trembling body. Tne girl moaned in pain and trembled. The breath caught in her lungs and she feared that she was going to pass out in agony.
Miss Ross started a slow, steady, in and out motion with the handle of the whip. She fucked the girl with her instrument of torture, knowing that after a few minutes, Regina was going to have to respond to the internal stimulation against her clitoris.
Regina groaned . . . a combination of pain and pleasure, as the leather tool slid in and out of her bloody, wet vagina. Reflexively, she started to buck her hips and rotate her pelvis in tempo with the stroking of the whip handle.
While she was distracting her victim with this internal massage, Miss Ross reached over and wrapped her fingers around an enormous wooden dildo. The thick, imitation prick was easily three inches in diameter and a foot long. For a moment, she held it out in front of her. It was a mean, cruel looking weapon and the woman knew exactly how she could use it to offer herself the utmost pleasure.
Without warning, she brought the tip of the false cock up against the opening to Regina's ass. Then, thrusting with all her strength, she sank the wooden pole half way into the girl's rectum and held it there.
Regina's scream filled the air around them as she felt the enormous cock invading her tender asshole. It seemed as though she were being torn apart, split in two by the plugs in each of her sensitive holes.
"Stop that, you bitch!" she screamed . . . and even before the words were out of her mouth, she was sorry for having said them.
Miss Ross yanked both rods out of the girl's body. "I'll show you what happens when you speak to me like that," she said. Then, hurrying across the room she searched for, and found, an enema bag.
The water was still boiling, and the woman poured it carefully until the rubber bag was filled to the brim. Thick steam came billowing out of the top of the appliance as Miss Ross carried it back toward her struggling, but still helpless victim.
The older woman took tile tube and shoved it cruelly into Regina's cunt. Forcefully, she pushed the nozzle higher and higher until it was buried far up inside the walls of the girl's bleeding pussy.
Then, laughing maniacally, Miss Ross opened the clasp to let the boiling water flow . . .