Chapter 2
Curt found that his conscience did not plague him the following morning either. In fact, he woke refreshed, and thrilled, as if he had just entered upon a new period in his life, an exciting new period, and was looking forward to the day for some reason.
But the day was just like all the others. He awoke in his apartment, dressed and ate, and left the house for school, which was only a short bus ride from his apartment house. On the way, he read the paper, sitting among all the other commuters as they made their way downtown. It made him laugh to think that no one would have suspected how he had spent the previous evening, and he had to laugh again to think that perhaps some of the people on the bus with him had indulged in similar activities, all hidden from one another. There was, after all, no way of being sure.
Just like any other day, he walked from the bus stop to the school and stopped off in his office before his first class. The school was busy already, the corridors crowded with cute young schoolgirls, all wearing the latest in short skirts and low necklines.
But Curt was somewhat tired this morning. He walked down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, then started up for his first class. He knew that the sight of so much young flesh, so many young girls all eager to get to know him, would certainly cheer him up.
Curt had been working in the fashion high school for close to five years. He had started there right after college and therefore was still quite young. He found that he could be the center of attention easily if he wanted to, since many of the other male teachers, almost all, in fact, were much older, and the majority were female anyway. He was popular with the women teachers as well as the students.
The girls in the school, all of whom were quite interested in fashion, having chosen to make it the study of their high school years, were always well dressed. They would show up in styles that wouldn't become popular on the mass market for months, and they were always in constant competition with one another, trying to make the biggest impression.
Sometimes they showed up for school in dresses that were so revealing Curt found it almost impossible to concentrate on his work. Some of the girls had bodies that were nearly those of mature women than young girls, and he would have loved to take some of them home once in a while.
But they're just teasing, he knew. He had come to hate some of them, to despise the way they tried to catch his eye, only to reject him if he ever made a pass. They were no better than Cissy, he thought, no better than a tease. They need to be taught a lesson too, just like Cissy. They wouldn't be proud and flirty if he could catch them along in his apartment, he knew that.
The corridors were starting to clear out as he made his way down towards his class. As he neared the door to his class, he saw one of the women teachers, Miss Stone, walking towards him down the hall, smiling.
Oh no, he said to himself. He didn't feel like chatting with her now, but he knew she would certainly try to catch his ear. Miss Stone had had a crush on Curt for two years, and she was constantly trying to get him to ask her out.
Miss Ella Stone was fairly attractive, with a shapely body and a pair of huge tits tat had always been a source of wonder to Curt. But he had tried to avoid her, since he knew she had a big mouth. If he were to take her out, or to go to bed with her, he was afraid the word would travel quickly around the school and jeopardize his chances with some of the other teachers, and even the students. She wasn't worth that, he figured, and tried to steer clear of her.
But now she had him cornered. She walked straight for him, and as usual his eyes fell down to her tits, those huge globes that bounced like buoys on an ocean with each step she took. He was sure she shook them a bit on purpose, just to torment him.
"Good morning," she smiled, as they came together near the door to his class.
"How are you?" he asked mundanely.
"The same," she smiled. "Nice day, isn't it?"
"Sure, I'm a bit tired."
How long is she going to talk, he wondered. The bell had already rung, and he was late for his class.
"I bet you were up late last night," she grinned, as if to suggest she had an idea of what he had been doing.
He grinned. "Yeah, but if I told you what I was doing you wouldn't believe me."
"Studying, I suppose," she laughed.
"No, you're not even warm."
"I can get warm very easily," she smiled, her long blonde hair shaking loosely over her shoulder. "What were you doing?"
"It's a long story," he replied. "You wouldn't be interested anyway."
"I bet I would," she answered. "Why don't you try me sometime?"
Shit, this bitch really comes on hard. She's practically asking me to bed. I'd sure love to get a handful of those tits, too. But no, he reminded himself, I couldn't let her do it. She's probably just teasing, like all the rest. If I got her alone, I'd really see her shake, shake in pain.
"Well?" she said. "Is it a date?"
"Urn, I'll be busy for a while," he stammered. "Maybe sometimes, but I can't make a date now."
"I think you're trying to slip away," she smiled.
"I'm late for class, as a matter of fact," he said. "I'll have to go."
"Coward," she laughed as he stepped away.
That bitch, I'll show her who the coward is. She's got some fuckin nerve to expect me to jump when she wants to go out. Maybe I'll get her after all, and show her a few things about love, the way I love.
The class was waiting when he stepped into the room. They were chattering loudly and quieted down as he began the lesson. But his mind wasn't on his work, and it was obvious. He was thinking of Cissy, and what had happened the night before, and of Ella, and what could happen, if he wanted it to.
He found the stare of some of the girls to be nerve-racking, especially the ones up front. One girl especially bothered him, although he knew that she was by far the foxiest in the class. Ann Thomas sat in the front row, right near his seat, and her eyes never left him.
Sometimes, when the class was engrossed in a test, Curt found that his eyes never left her either. She was so cute, he thought, so small and fragile, and such a piece of ass. He would stare at her white, smooth hair flowing down on her thin shoulders, at her white, unblemished face, at her soft, pink lips, and her thin, but fleshy body.
Her arms and legs were not thin, although somewhat frail-looking. He knew that they would be as soft as cotton to his touch, and could see the loose white flesh quivering on her thighs when she wore one of her super-short dresses into class. Her tits, judging from the bulge under the tight blouses that she always wore, were large and full, and he often tried to imagine what it would be like to grab them, to feel their heat and softness in his hand, perhaps even to bury his head in her youthful bosom and feel her delicate pink bud against his face and between his lips.
But she never came off to him the way some of the other girls did. He often wondered why, since she was obviously interested in him, and could never take her eyes off him in class. Then he learned that she had very strict parents, and she lived in fear of getting into trouble. She may have wanted to meet him, to get to know him better, Curt thought, but she won't take the chance.
But the shock had come when he heard a rumor that her relationship with Jane, her best friend, was more than one of close friendship. Jane was reputed to be a lesbian, and they were supposed to be going out together. But many of the lesbians in school walked arm in arm through the halls, yet Jane and Ann never touched one another. Perhaps it's not true, Curt thought.
He led the class through the lesson without hardly paying attention himself. When the bell rang at last, he ran down to the lounge to grab a quick nap.
It would be a light day. He had a class in the morning which was over now, and then another later in the afternoon. The day was his, and he planned to put it to use by falling asleep to catch up for the night before.
When he awoke later in the day, he was surprised to find he had slept for a long time. When he left the lounge, he found the corridors almost empty.
But in the school, the classrooms were never empty. The girls always had a great deal or work to do, dress-making and pattern cutting, and they would have to stay late at school to use the equipment, since few of them had such machinery at home.
The lights in the school rarely went off before seven o'clock, and in any classroom or cutting room he could find a girl or two staying late, working on a dress for class, or perhaps just for themselves.
Curt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and started to walk down the corridor. He hadn't missed his afternoon class, he hoped. No, it couldn't be that late.
But sure enough, he found that it was after four, and that his class had been dismissed when he hadn't shown up. The girls were all gone, and he would certainly catch hell the next day from the principal.
He met one of the girls from his afternoon class, which was roughly the same as his morning class, and learned that many of the girls had taken advantage of the free period to catch up on their work in the cutting rooms. Most of the girls, Curt learned, were still hard at work.
He decided to take a walk down to the cutting rooms to see some of them, to apologize for now showing up in class that afternoon.
The cutting rooms were on the third floor, all in a row. Each one was small, but fully equipped. Three of the walls in every room were covered with mirrors.
Curt tried the first room, but it was empty. He didn't even have to look in the rooms to check them out, for the doors were usually left open, as required, and he could hear in the hall if anyone were inside.
They were empty, all of them, he decided. He was nearing the end of the corridor when he thought he heard a noise from one of the rooms at the far end. Sure enough, the door was almost completely closed, open only a few inches. Curt thought he heard voices inside.
He stepped down to the door and was about to push it open and walk in, to find out which of the girls were working inside, when he caught a flash of movement in one of the mirrors on the wall. From the hall he could see through the crack in the door to one of the mirrors on the wall, and about half of the room was visible in the mirror.
At first Curt thought he was seeing things. He had seen a girl embrace another, and didn't think twice. It surely was a girl helping another into her clothes, for the girls often tried on their work in the cutting rooms.
But no, he could see now that he had been wrong. He was glad he hadn't burst right into the room, for as he stood in the empty hall, he saw plainly in the mirror that the girls were Ann and Janie, and that their embrace was one of more than the necessary enthusiasm.
Curt saw the long, blonde, almost white hair of Ann, flowing down over her shoulders. Her back was to the mirror, but Curt would have recognized her hair anywhere. She was standing up in the center of the room, and Janie was embracing her, her arms around Ann's back and her hand running up and down the smooth surface of the blonde girl's flesh.
Janie's face was visible in the mirror over Ann's shoulder, and her hands were very much in evidence as she continued to caress Ann. Ann stood still, and Curt wondered if her eyes were closed. Could he be mistaken? No, it looked fairly obvious now, they were fooling around.
Maybe Janie is just teasing her, he thought. Perhaps Ann will stop her. As of now, she stood still without even acknowledging the girl's caresses. Her clothes were on, but she wore a scanty blouse with the back cut away, and Janie's hands were caressing bare flesh as she roamed over the expanse of Ann's white back, her fingers trailing up and down in the smooth groove of her spine.
Curt found that he could not move. He wanted to leave, or else wanted to break in, but he couldn't bear to break them up. He wanted to watch just how far they would go, wanted to see if Ann would react.
Curt through of himself as a fool now, a fool to think that Ann wasn't a lesbian even after all the rumors he had heard. But she was certainly enjoying herself now, he thought, as he heard her sigh loudly at Janie's caress of her breasts, reaching around front to push in on the two soft globes of warm flesh.
Janie too was fully dressed. Her eyes were closed, and there was no chance she would see Curt in the mirror. The show, he thought, was his for the watching.
And watch he did, his cock starting to swell up in his pants as he saw Janie reach under the material of Ann's blouse in front and pull the blouse right out of her jeans, then pull it up over her head. To his surprise, Ann reached up and pulled the blouse off herself, then reached out and held Janie tightly as the brunette gripped her tits and began to caress them lovingly.
That bitch, Curt thought. She's really a tease. He could remember the way she antagonized him all day long, stretching her long, smooth legs out in the aisle in front of his desk to tease him, sighing deeply and leaving her tits quivering whenever he glanced down at her desk, shaking her ass when she walked past him, smiling and staring at the teacher all day long. Yes, he knew now it was all a game, all an effort to tease him. He realized now that he would have been getting himself in trouble had he made a pass at her or taken up any of her bait, for she would certainly have rejected him. He would have been brushed aside cruelly, and she would have had something on him, something that would prevent him from even talking about her or getting her in trouble.
But, ah, the situation has changed now, he thought. Now he had something on her, and she would certainly not want anyone to know what he knew now. He remembered that she had very strict parents. He figured that she would do just about anything to keep the truth from them.
In the mirror Curt could see part of the room, and noticed that the table was covered with leather scraps. Many of the girls had been working in leather lately, and the two girls had probably been catching up with some of their work when they got carried away, and the work remained on the tables.
But Curt's eyes were not on the table, they were on the couple. Janie was getting aroused, and her hands were moving over Ann's body more quickly, delving into new parts of the blonde's sloping flesh. Her back and chest were completely exposed now, and Curt wished he could catch a glimpse of Ann's tits. But she still stood with her back to the mirror, and Curt could do nothing but wait.
Janie dipped down slightly and began to caress Ann's nipples. Ann sighed and held Janie's head in place, then closed her eyes and turned her head, raising it up towards the ceiling in her bliss.
Janie's hands appeared suddenly around Ann's thighs, then between them, and the blonde girl stepped apart more to allow the brunette's hands to slide up between her legs and into her crotch. Curt saw her hand slipping up slowly and then stopping in the tight crevice of her crotch, her white hand pressing up against the bulge and crack of Ann's round, firm ass.
Ann was piping hot now, Curt could see that.
When Janie slipped her fingers in the top of her pants and moved them around her waist slowly, Ann gasped and started to move her hips around in heat.
Curt too was hot, very hot. He wanted to burst in on them now, and make them do for him what they would do for one another. But he decided to wait, things would become even more interesting if he waited long enough.
He was right, for Janie pulled Ann's zipper down and started to tug on her pants, then reached around back to pull the jeans over the bulge of Ann's ass. When the jeans slipped off her buttocks and fell over her thighs down to her ankles, Curt had a clear view of her ass and thighs, and he liked what he saw.
Ann's flesh was a soft, creamy white, smooth and unblemished, with a slight pink tinge. Her buttocks were quivering under the thin material of her panties, and he could plainly see the crack of her ass parting the round, soft cheeks. Her back was smooth and trim, the line of her spine trailing off into the crack of her ass, and when she stepped out of her pants and embraced Janie again, she turned slightly to the side. Now Curt would see her tits.
His cock was piping hot, the blood racing through the veins in the thick staff, as he saw the blonde's tits, large and full and firm, shaking on her chest like mercury as she turned to hold Janie again. She was naked now except for her panties, and Curt didn't think they would remain on for long either.
Janie was sucking furiously and noisily on Ann's tits now, holding the globes on the bottom and thrusting the caps into her mouth. Curt could see the pink tongue shooting out between her lips and licking around the swollen pink buds on Ann's milky breasts.
But her hands were already working on her panties, tugging on the elastic band in the back and molding the soft flesh in her hands as if she were shaping putty. Ann held her tight, then slipped her hand down front and started to caress Janie's tits.
But the brunette was eager to please Ann, and tugged her panties right down to her ankles. Now Curt saw the full round buttocks completely exposed, quavering lightly, her crack long and deep and pearly, her whole body alive with the fire of lust.
Janie plunged down on her, kissing her all over, licking out to caress her ears, her nipples, her navel, then kissing her way down along her hips, around the crotch, and down along her long, white thighs.
Ann was panting now, moving her hips around in the slowly sensuous motion of her heat, her eyes closed, her tits quivering, her body now turned to the side and in plain view for Curt in the mirror.
Curt didn't know how much longer he would be able to stand it. He knew he should leave. Yet his feelings were mixed. On one hand, he wanted Ann, he thought he had to have her. But he hated her, for being a lesbian, for not wanting him, for teasing him for so long in his classes.
Now, he would have to decide. He stared in the mirror and saw Ann part her legs as Janie dropped to her knees and started to lick her way up along the hot inner flesh of Ann's thighs, then reached in to part Ann's cunt lips, and bury her head in the warmth of her snatch.
"Oh, God, Janie, suck it," Ann murmured, her soft, raspy voice reaching Curt's ears in the hall. She was standing with her legs about as far apart as possible, and the brunette was now sitting under her, on her ass, her fingers working on the folds of Ann's cunt as she tried to open the lips and find her bulging clit.
Ann gasped loudly when she felt Janie spread her cunt lips and then lap once along the length of her cunt slash. When she buried her head again and shot her tongue through the lips, into the tight, hot cavern of Ann's pussy, the blonde girl let out a muffled scream and locked her legs together to hold Janie's head in place.
If there was going to be a time to burst in, Curt thought, this was it. Ann was clearly at fault to the unknowing observer. She had the brunette's head trapped between her legs, she was nude, she was moaning loudly, she was swirling her hips around in heat. It was obvious she was well on her way to an orgasm as Janie sucked loudly on her wet, hot snatch, her tongue licking feverishly, her lips sucking hard, her hand kneading the delicate flesh of Ann's buttocks and her fingers slipping up and down in the long hot slice of her ass.
Curt would wait no longer. He would confront them, he would show them what happened to a girl that teased him. Now was the time to act.
He pushed open the door hard and bolted into the room as if he just happened to be walking in briskly. The girls both let out gasps of horror as he entered, Ann opening her eyes and turning to look, Janie pulling her head out from between her legs and staring in terror as the man walked in.
"What's this?" Curt said, stopping in the center of the room and staring in pretended disbelief.
"Oh, Mr. Taylor, please don't tell," Janie wailed.
"What's going on here?" he asked. "You're supposed to use this room for working, Ann."
"It wasn't me, Mr. Taylor, it wasn't me," the blonde girl cried, reaching down for her clothes and holding them in front of her naked body.
"I saw what I saw, Ann," Curt replied. "And it was plain to see who was in charge here."
"It's not true," Ann wailed.
"Is it, Janie?"
The brunette didn't answer. Curt knew he had her on the spot. Either she would have to admit guilt herself, or else push the blame on her best friend.
"Then it's you, Ann," Curt said. "This is an outrage. It's bad enough you have to do a thing like this, but in school, it can't be tolerated."
"What's going to happen?" Ann asked, her voice cracking and her lips trembling.
"I'm afraid the proper authorities will have to be notified."
"My parents too?" she asked, tears welling up inside her wide, blue eyes.
"I'm afraid so," Curt replied.
Ann broke down in tears and fell to the floor, still holding the clothes in front of her. She was trembling with fear. Curt knew what would happen to her if her father found out what he knew. But right now, Ann was in no condition to reason.
"Jane, perhaps you better leave," he told the brunette. "Of course, I'm not excusing you from guilt, but I'll talk to you at some other time. I'm afraid Ann needs some help."
"I'll help her, Mr. Taylor, please, just let us go," the brunette pleaded.
"I said you better leave, and consider yourself lucky."
Janie took the hint and walked quickly out of the room, and Curt looked down at the girl at his feet. Her head was bent over, and her flesh was white and glistening in the light of the bulb overhead. On the table to her right he saw piles of leather scraps and a few finished pieces.
"Ann, stand up," he said, in a more determined tone of voice than before.
She rose to her feet slowly, still holding the clothes in front of her body. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the clothes, ripping them away from her.
"Mr. Taylor!" she blurted out, finding herself naked in front of him.
"Don't talk back," he said. "You're in no position to complain."
She sank to her knees again. "Oh, Mr. Taylor, if my father finds out I'll die. Please, don't tell, I'll do anything."
"Get up!" he barked, reaching down and grabbing her hair to pull her up to her feet again. "Stand still, you little bitch."
Ann was shocked at Curt's words, and realized that he was angry, and meant business.
"Let me get dressed, please."
"No, and don't ask again," he snapped. "After what you've done, you have some nerve to ask for anything. I could have you thrown out of school for this."
"Please, oh, don't tell, why not just let me go?"
"Because you had your fun when you teased me," he replied. "I didn't."
"Yes, you certainly did, you little bitch. Don't lie to me. Look at you, you're in no position to tease now, are you?"
Ann was almost in tears now, embarrassed at her nakedness. Curt assumed she was not fond of men, and being naked in front of one was agony for her.
"Please, give my clothes," she said.
Curt suddenly swung hard and slapped her face with his open palm, knocking her back a few feet and making her scream more in shock than in pain.
"Shut up, I said," Curt barked. "If you open your mouth it better be to beg."
She held her cheek, reddened by the blow, and dropped to her knees again. "Please, I'll beg you, I'll plead with you, don't tell anyone what happened."
"BEG!" he blurted out, standing over her as she curled up in a ball at his feet to hide her nudity.
"Please, I beg you, I plead with you, don't say anything."
"Admit you're a cheap little bitch," he said. "Anything," she wept. "I'll do anything."
"ADMIT IT!"
"I AM!" she cried out in frustration. "I'm a cheap little bitch, please don't tell."
"Admit you were teasing me all this time, admit it."
"I admit it," she wailed. "I admit I'm a tease, I'm a bitch, oh, please, let me go, Mr. Taylor, I can't take any more of this."
"Admit you're a lesbian, a bitch lesbian."
She started to cry bitterly, but her tears did nothing to quell Curt's rage and heat. He glowed in an increased anger, and stamped his heel on the floor.
"I said admit it, you're a lesbian."
"Don't say that word!" she cried out. "Please, don't make me say it."
Curt reached down and pulled her head up by tugging under her chin, and held her head in his hand as he bent over, his nose now inches from her face.
"I said admit it, you're a LESBIAN!" he grinned in mockery.
She started to bawl again, and tried to look away, but he held her head tight and stared at her, still smiling. She obviously could not stand to hear that word, and could not bring herself to utter it.
"You cheap lesbian bitch," he spat out in her face. "Admit it or I'll shake it out of you."
"No, I can't, I can't," she cried, tears running down her cheeks now. She was trying desperately to pull her head away so that she would not have to look in his gloating face.
Curt threw her backwards on the ground and stood over her. "I'm giving you one more chance," he said, "tell me what you are, and tell me right now."
She was weeping as he bent over again, and grabbed her two hands. She was helpless to protect her body, or turn around. She was totally humiliated, he thought, sitting completely naked and unable to cover herself, her face held up at his, his grin inches from her face, mocking her.
"All right, all right!" she wailed. "I'm a lesbian."
"A cheap lesbian bitch!"
"A cheap lesbian bitch," she cried out, then broke down completely on the floor.
Curt let her go and stood over her, his eyes feasting on the white smoothness of her flesh. His cock was still hard, and he figured that she would have to do just about anything he wanted her to.
"You should learn what it's like to do it with a man," he said, "a real man. I can show you what a man looks like."
She turned her head to glance up at him and saw that he was pulling down his zipper. A bloodcurdling scream rose in her throat.
"Oh, no, you can't do that!" she moaned.
"You need a lesson," he said. "You need to be punished."
She jumped up and ran to the corner of the tiny room, trying to get away from him. But she was trapped. He could see that she was deathly afraid of his maleness.
"I'm telling you," he said, "if you don't do just what I say, I'll tell your father tonight."
She almost swooned, and dropped to her knees. "Oh, no," was all that came from her throat.
"The choice is yours," he said. "I can have you thrown out of school and who knows what else when your father gets hold of you. But I don't have to tell, I could spare you, you fuckin dyke cunt."
She was weeping bitterly now, faced with her choice. Finally she wailed loudly and started to pound her fist into her thighs with a loud fleshy slap.
"No, no, I can't, I could never do it. NO!" she cried out in a mad frenzy. "No, stay away, I don't care what happens, I won't do anything for you!"
Curt was enraged. He had played his cards right and hoped she would submit, but now he was disappointed to learn just how hard it would be to satisfy his cruel lust with the young girl. She was too terrified to look up as he let his pants fall to his ankles and stepped out of them.
He ran at her in his anger and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and off her feet and throwing her down again. She was shaking madly in fear and pain as he pulled her up again and then dragged her over to the chair.
He sat down and pulled her body on top of his. He still wore briefs, but his thighs were bare, and the contact of her naked body with his flesh made him start in lust, his cock now as hard as ever and longing to find relief.
She was squirming madly and howling as he held her down on his lap, the wide, quivering buttocks facing up, her tits hanging over his legs and her cunt hair caressing his thighs as she fought to free herself.
"Let me go, please!" she called out.
"You need a lesson, bitch!" he replied. "You'll learn what's best, you'll pay for what you're doing to me.
He started to spank her furiously, raising his hands as high as he could and bringing them down on her soft white buttocks as hard as possible. Each shot rang out as his open palm clapped against her bare flesh, and her buttocks reddened and quivered as she wailed in agony under his blows.
"Take that, bitch!" he laughed, beating her madly now. "You'll learn, you'll beg me for cock before I'm through with you."
He spanked her again and again, his palms starting to smart in pain after all the blows as he continued to pound on her cheeks, her flesh stinging with each shot, her whole body shaking now in pain and humiliation.
"Stop it!" she barely got out between shots. "Oh, God, please, stop it!"
"Are you ready now?" he asked, reaching under her waist to pull his cock out of his briefs.
"No, not that!" she screamed.
Enraged, Curt threw her off and darted over to the table that was piled high with leather. She fell to the floor when he pushed her off his lap, and started to bolt for the corner as he left her for a moment. But there was no way out, she could never leave the room without her clothes.
He grabbed a long hard piece of thick leather, hard enough to stand almost erect when he held it in the air, and charged her as she darted towards the corner. He grabbed her in the center of the room and spun her around by the wrist, then grabbed the other wrist and held them both in one hand as she struggled madly to break free.
"You're in for it now, bitch lezy!" he spat out, holding her hands high above her head, and spinning her around at will. He swung the leather strip through the air and slashed it hard across her buttocks, and the blow resounded through the room in a crack of leather and flesh.
'Oh, shit, no, stop it, STOP IT!" she screamed. The pain of the leather was obviously more than ever she could bear.
He held her hands high up and swung again, once more bringing the leather across her buttocks and leaving a long red welt on her white flesh. Then he swung again, and slammed the belt over her thighs, and then again, across her back, as she wailed in agony.
Curt was getting carried away as he watched her buttocks quivering from each blow. He slammed the leather into her flesh again and again until her ass, back, and thighs were red and welted, and continued spinning her around by her hands as is she were a ballet dancer, swinging the leather around each time she spun.
When at last he let her go, she dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks, her body wracked with pain, unable to look at Curt's face again.
"Get up!" he barked.
"Oh no," she muttered.
He pulled her up again, and as she rose he ripped down his briefs so that when she was standing in front of him, his hand still holding her hair tightly, his cock was plainly visible to her, thick and hot and throbbing with Curt's lust.
"Now, touch it!" he shouted.
"I could never do that," she squealed. "Don't make me, I beg you!"
"It's COCK!" he shouted in her face, as if in mockery.
It worked, and she turned her head away and started to moan. The word had the same effect on her as "lesbian."
"Suck my cock, lesbian!" he grinned.
She started to tremble, her whole body shaking violently in fear and shame as she tried to struggle free. But Curt still held her hair with one hand, and every slight motion brought intense pain.
Curt could hardly wait. His cock was stiff and as hot as ever, and he could imagine already what her touch would do for him. He was determined to succeed.
"Touch it!" he shouted. "I'm telling you right now, if you don't touch it like I say I'll tell your parents what I saw here, and I'll tan the shit out of your ass with that leather, understand, lezy?"
She wailed in agony as she felt his cock brush against her naked waist. "Oh, God, don't make me, I'LL DIE!"
He pushed her down to her knees and held her there by tugging on her soft blonde hair. The leather strand still swung from his hand.
"Touch it right now!" he bellowed, pulling on her hair for added emphasis.
He pushed with his hips and drove the stiff rod into her face, and she almost retched. But she could not turn her head, and he maneuvered his hips so that the tip of his cock was brushing into her face.
"Oh, shit, NO NO NO!" she shrieked as she felt the hot flesh of his rod against her nose, against her lips, rubbing along her tender white cheeks.
"Fuck, touch it, now, now, lezy, SUCK MY COCK!" he howled in rage and impatience.
As he continued to shout, he brought the leather strip down again, and right over her back. She gasped in shock and pain, and he lunged his rod into her face again.
"Suck it!" he barked, "suck it or I'll beat you to death!"
She gasped as if she were already dying as she opened her mouth and he sliced the rod into her cavity, slipping it slowly along the wet, warm flesh of her lips.
"Suck it, bitch, you cunt lapping pussy, or you'll regret it."
He swung the leather down again, then lunged to drive his rod deeper into her mouth. The delight of her heat, of her wetness, and the sight of her helpless condition made him boil with lust, and his gism was already racing towards his cock as he lunged in and out of her mouth.
She wailed, and then gagged on his rod as he drove it into her mouth. Tears of disgust and humiliation were running down her cheeks, but she could no longer scream out. Her mouth was filled with his hot cockflesh, the cockflesh she detested so, the cockflesh she feared.
"Oh, shit, suck it," he gasped in delight.
But Curt realized suddenly that he enjoyed it even more when he could hear her moaning in pain, enjoying her touch more when she was giving it less willingly. He started to beat her on the shoulders with the tip of the leather, bringing the hide down on her flesh so often and so hard that the leather was getting warm.
She shook violently from each blow, but her mouth was still filled with his organ. She tried to howl, tried to break free, but it was in vain.
"Suck, you lezy bitch, suck my cock!" Curt wailed out in triumph, the final degradation, the ultimate humiliation of Ann now accomplished.
Suddenly he thought he heard another noise between the cracks of the belt and the muffled cries of the girl. He was brought back abruptly to reality, and realized just how much trouble he would be in if he were caught.
He listened carefully, and heard a door slam and a lock catch. IT WAS THE CUSTODIAN! He was locking the rooms, and would certainly glance in each to make sure they were empty.
In horror Curt pulled his cock out of her mouth, just as it was starting to fill with his love juice, and pulled his pants up quickly.
"Get dressed, get dressed, bitch," he barked.
She bolted to her clothes and started to dress as Curt pulled his pants up and fastened his buckle, then opened the door to peer down the hall.
Just in time, he thought, for the custodian, an old bald man, was just locking up the room next to his. He found the leather in his hand, and threw it aside.
She was pulling her blouse over her head, her jeans already covering her legs. They had made it.
"Just in time," he said. "If we would have been caught I certainly would have had to tell on you."
She didn't reply, as the custodian entered and asked them to leave. Curt walked one way down the hall, and Ann another, but they both knew they hadn't heard the last of the incident.