Chapter 7
Gravel crunched under the tires of the black and orange van as it pulled into the long, carefully tended driveway. It stopped in front of the double garage doors. Greg opened the passenger door, got out. He pulled Joss off her seat on the engine mounting by one arm, helped her down to the ground with an elaborate show of concern. "Careful, honey," he said. "We don't want to deliver any damaged goods."
She tried to slap with her free hand. He dodged easily and caught her wrist. "That's a good girl. Keep your spirit up."
Phil's door slammed and he came around the front of the van to take Joss's other arm. They led her to the front porch as if they were helping an invalid into the house. Joss thought about screaming for help but decided against it. A fat woman with her hair tied up in a rag probably wouldn't even look up from her gardening across the street. And any trouble Joss made, would be taken out of her hide-she'd learned that much for sure.
The doorbell rang. Joss wondered who would answer. Who had paid money for the chance to use and abuse her tender young body any way they felt like?
She was prepared for almost anything but the person who opened the door. It was Miss Schmidt!
Joss blinked her clear green eyes as if she thought they were lying to her. When she opened them, the woman was still there: tall, beautiful, in a pallid Arctic sort of way, her frost-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail that made her aristocratic face look somehow both stern and schoolgirlish at the same time. She had on a shapeless maroon blouse that didn't manage to hide the jutting swell of two big firm boobs, a blue denim skirt that came to just below her knees, and below that high-topped and high-heeled boots of brown suede.
"You're here," she said in that clear crisp way she had of speaking. "You're late."
Phil and Greg looked at each other. They seemed at a loss to deal with this commanding Norse goddess. "Sorry, Miss Schmidt," Phil said. "We got lost on the way over."
The blonde shook her head disapprovingly and made a little clucking sound in her throat. "Come in," she said, and backed away to let them enter the living room.
Gripping her elbows firmly, the youths guided Joss inside. Joss went along numbly. She still couldn't believe it.
Miss Schmidt! She taught English and German at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School-and Joss was in one of her classes!
Miss Schmidt closed the door. "Ah, so this is the one," she said, eyeing Joss in a way that made the teenager want to shiver. "I suspected it might be, after she failed to attend classes the last few days. She's very beautiful-you chose well."
"Nothing but the best for our clients," said Greg. Phil nudged him in the ribs.
The woman ignored him. She walked up to stand before Joss. Her ice-blue eyes roved speculatively up and down the girl's body. There wasn't much for them to see. Joss's captors had dressed her in a shapeless floor-length caftan that concealed her figure, except for a tantalizing swelling of hips and the way her full jugs tented forward the front of the garment. Humming to herself with irritation, Miss Schmidt reached out a finely manicured hand and unbuttoned the front of the caftan. Then she pulled it open.
Beneath it Joss was nude.
The girl bit her lip as the garment swung open, revealing the pale full fruits of her boobs, the firm roundness of her belly, the neat triangle of cunt fur tucked away between her thighs. A small coral tongue protruded between Miss Schmidt's pale lips and made a moist circuit of them. She raised her eyes to Joss's face. The girl met her gaze with a defiance that surprised her. "Very good," the blonde beauty said. "Very good indeed."
She turned away and went to a table at one end of the leather-covered sofa that dominated the room. She opened a drawer, bent to take something out of it, then came back to Jocelyn with one hand held behind her full skirts. "Hold your hands out," she commanded.
Joss shook her head. Without a flicker of emotion showing on her sculptured face Miss Schmidt slapped her. The girl's head rocked back. She staggered, fell against Phil, felt the caftan slip down her arms. She was completely naked now. Not that that made any difference.
"Do as I tell you," Miss Schmidt said. "Hold your arms out." Joss did as she was told. She was not surprised to have the teacher bring an open pair of handcuffs from behind herself and fasten them around Joss's slender wrists with an authoritative metallic click. The metal bracelets were cool on her skin.
She stood there, wretched, naked, and alone, her big breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing, as Miss Schmidt walked over to an oaken cabinet hung on the wall and opened it. She wasn't finding it as hard to control her fear as she would have thought. The experiences of the last few days had hardened her. She was determined to show as little fear or pain as possible, despite the throbbing in her cheek where Miss Schmidt had slapped her. She didn't want to give her tormentors the satisfaction.
Then she saw what Miss Schmidt had taken out of the cabinet, and she shrieked.
It was a coiled whip, black and ugly, and when the tall teacher shook it out across the floor it was eight feet of slim-plaited leather. "No," Joss gasped. "No!"
Miss Schmidt ran a hand across her own tits. From the way they bobbied it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse. "You can avoid feeling the kiss of my little pet, here," she said in a thick voice. "Come kneel before me."
Like a bird fascinated by a snake, Joss walked forward. Her tits swayed from side to side. What's happening? she wondered.
"On your knees," Miss Schmidt commanded.
Hesitantly, Joss dropped one knee to the carpet, then the other. She was staring at the heavy brass buckle of Miss Schmidt's belt. "Now," the blonde said, reaching down to sweep open the front of her long skirt. "Eat my pussy."
Joss gaped at the perfect wedge of yellow pussy hair swimming before her eyes, framed by two marble-white thighs. Her head whirled. A heady musk of aroused cunt surrounded her like a fog.
She shook her head so violently she fell back onto her bare rump. "No," she screamed. "I can't! I won't!"
It was a mistake. She knew it even as she cried out the words. But the idea of putting her mouth on a woman's pussy disgusted her to the depths of her soul.
She heard a rustling sound. She curled into a fetal position, her manacled arms clamped over her jugs to protect them from the whip. The expected blow didn't come. Timidly, she peeked up from her huddle.
The sound had come from Miss Schmidt shedding her clothes. She stood now before the captive, nude except for the knee-high boots, head flung back, jugs high and firm with pink nipples jutting forth like fingers, her legs apart so that Joss could see her pink pussy lips parted and waiting in the tangle of yellow pussy fur at her crotch. A droplet of clear cunt honey glittered between the beckoning cunt lips.
She stood a moment, letting the stunned adolescent look her over in all her abandoned, nude magnificence. Then she struck. The whip hissed like a snake across the carpet and licked deftly in between the cheeks of Joss's ass.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" Joss screamed as the tip of the lash stung at her asshole. It was like having a hot poker touched to her poopchute-it hurt a million times worse than her father's belt or the knotted nylon rope Frank had used on her boobs. Her body straightened out on the rug as the pain convulsed her muscles.
Miss Schmidt laughed, a high musical sound. Joss had the cheeks of her butt clamped together to protect her asshole from the whip. The leather thong instead cut viciously across her butt. "Ag-ggh!" the girl cried.
Once more the whip came whistling down. This time the tall blonde didn't lay it heavily across the upturned buttcheeks. Instead she popped its very tip on the crest of one rounded hill of assflesh. "Yeeeaaaaaah!" Joss shrieked. Her body shot in the air, twisted, and she fell on her back on the carpet. Her ass was afire with agony!
The whip cracked again, on the insides of her held-together thighs. Instinctively her legs flew apart. It felt as if a red-hot coal had been touched to her shrinking skin.
For a moment Miss Schmidt stood looking down at the pink-lipped pussy exposed by the out-flung, slender legs. With Joss's thighs spread so far apart her cunt had opened up like some exotic pink-blossomed flower. Miss Schmidt licked her lips eagerly.
Then she cracked the whip right between the gaping cuntlips.
Joss's body arched backwards like a bow. Her anguished howl rattled the windows. The pain exploded in her cunt like a sun, consuming her body in an intensity of torment that was light years beyond the worst she'd known before. She felt her buttcheeks slam the carpet as she fell back, felt the skin on her back abrading against the rough shag of the carpet as she thrashed about in her agony. She couldn't stop. The pain wouldn't let her. It went on and on.
Once more she pressed her thighs together. Once more the lash licked at them. Her traitor body responded as Miss Schmidt had known it would. In the instant reaction to the pain of her stung thighs Joss's legs shot apart-and the whip came down to bite at her tender cunt once more.
Kicking wildly, the shrieking teenager rolled over on her belly. A hail storm of whip cuts sent her over onto her back, crying out at the flaming weals on her butt. She crossed her legs in a desperate attempt to protect her pussy from that relentless whip.
The whip snapped her right nipple.
Joss screamed again. Her voice rose up and up until she couldn't scream. Her butt bounced all over the floor and her head whipped from side to side. It was as if her tits and ass and pussy were all on fire now-her body was wrapped in a hideous consuming agony that would not let her go.
"Ahh-ohhh-oh, God!" She lay squirming on the floor as the anguish died to an insistent ache. She opened her screwed-shut eyes and looked at herself. Though her flesh was marked and crisscrossed with fiery red weals, the skin was unbroken. The whipped nipple stood up as though flicked by a lover's tongue rather than the tip of a striking whip. It gave her gooseflesh to look at it.
Joss looked up at her tormentor. Miss Schmidt was standing over her. The blonde-bearded pussy was gaping hungrily. Cunt oils had drooled from it and run down the inside of one alabaster thigh. The smell of pussy was overpowering.
"I'll tell you again," Miss Schmidt said in her sternest voice. "Lick my cunt!"
Joss almost refused. But the prospect of more pain was too much. She nodded her head, unable to speak.
"So you've learned your lesson, little one?" The teacher's voice was hoarse with lust. "Good. Lie down flat on your back."
The auburn-haired adolescent obeyed without question. Her hands were held over her tits. She tried to keep the palms a fraction of an inch above her boobs, so as not to further agonize the inflamed titflesh. As she watched, Miss Schmidt stepped delicately over her head, turning so that she was looking down her long lovely body into the girl's tear-streaked face. She nudged Joss's arm with one booted toe till the girl let her elbow slip away from the side of her naked body. Miss Schmidt slid her boot in between arm and ribs, did the same on the other side of Joss's body with her other foot. Then she sat down, slowly, sliding her legs through Joss's arms till the frightened girl held her tormentress in an unwilling embrace.
Miss Schmidt was on her knees. Her pussy loomed over Joss's face, slavering in its eagerness for the touch of the teenager's full-lipped mouth. "Put your arms up around my waist, darling," the blonde woman husked.
Joss looked blank. Rage darkened Miss Schmidt's pale blue eyes. She raised the whip and brought it down behind her. Joss howled as it bit into her belly and looped down to sting her cunt lips. "No! I was going to do it! I wasn't disobeying-don't whip me any more!"
"I won't," Miss Schmidt said, "if you do exactly as you're told." The slim arms went up around her waist, and she sat down deliberately on Joss's upturned face.
The girl watched helplessly as the wide-open pussy came down toward her face. The wet smell of cunt rolled down on her in waves. She fought back nausea, fought back the urge to turn her face away from the descending cunt-to do so would only be to earn more pain. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
The first touch of cunt fur tickled her upper lip. Then a warm, wet mat was pressing down over her mouth. She pushed her tongue up experimentally. It touched something slippery and resilient. Instantly a torrent of hot cunt sauces filled her mouth.
"Yes-yessss!" Miss Schmidt hissed, her head thrown back so that her hair cascaded down her back in a golden waterfall. "I love the touch of your tongue on my pussy!"
Joss was gagging on the oozing cunt oils in her mouth. Miss Schmidt's knees were drawn up past the top of her head, now, and Joss's arms felt the woman's flesh smooth and warm inside them. The silken thighs almost blotted out all sound.
But not quite. Joss's stomach rebelled. Her tongue had actually touched a woman's cunt! That was perverted-it was lesbianism.
But it was that or feel the whip again. Shutting her eyes still more tightly, she drove her tongue up as hard as she could.
It bounced one off a rubbery outer cuntlip. She felt the rasp of crisp cunt fur and almost lost her nerve. But the too-fresh agony in her cunt spurred her on. She withdrew her tongue a little, then stuck it out again.
It fucked deep into the dripping-wet well of Miss Schmidt's cunt.
The effect on the blonde woman was electric. Instantly the thighs clamped on Joss's head like jaws of a trap, and she ground her ass down hard, impaling her cunt on the captive girl's upthrust tongue. Joss's eyes opened. All she could see was the bush of cunt fur, the dome of white belly and the incredible jut of Miss Schmidt's boobs as the walls of the teacher's cunt surged about her probing tongue.
Hot cunt sauces poured like lava over the girl's face. Her mouth was awash in the juices of her captor's pussy. Her tongue was surrounded by warmth and tightness and the slippery membranes of Miss Schmidt's cunt. It seemed to the prisoner's fevered brain that she could feel the ripple of muscles in the walls of the cunt, caressing her tongue the way they might caress a lover's big strong cock.
Her nose tickled from being driven deep into the tangled mat of Miss Schmidt's honey-hued cunt-bush. The flavor of aroused pussy was just as intense as the flavor of come had been the first time her brother had shot his load into her mouth, a billion years before. But it was no longer disgusting to the girl.
Instead, she was beginning to savor the fine bouquet of ripe pussy. There was a freshness and a richness to the taste of Miss Schmidt's twat, and Joss found herself swirling her tongue more and more avidly around the insides of that blonde-haired twat. Drops of thick cunt oils rolled down her tongue, and now she drank them in like fine wine.
Gradually the circle of her arms tightened around Miss Schmidt's waist, pulling the wet pussy against her face. Her forearms came together, pressed against the firmness of the teacher's asscheeks. Unthinking, Joss strained her neck muscles to lift her head and drive her tongue ever farther into that demanding pussy.
"Oh, God in heaven-yes!" From somewhere above her she heard the ecstatic exclamation. "Fuck your tongue up me, darling! Fuck my pussy with your marvelous tongue!"
Joss was doing her best to obey. Her tongue corkscrewed up the channel of Miss Schmidt's cunt till it was as far up the pussy as it would go. It felt as if it were about to tear itself out at the roots. Miss Schmidt's hips were rotating like'a cement mixer as she fucked herself on her young captive's rigid tongue.
The muscles in Joss's cheeks and jaws began to tremble and ache. She wanted to leave her tongue thrust up the blonde's cunt forever, and just let that succulent essence of pussy trickle down her tongue in a delightful torrent. But she couldn't!
She pulled her tongue out of the greedy cunt as slowly as she could, spiraling as she went. She felt Miss Schmidt's marvelous body turn, felt cool fingers caressing a firm young tit. Somehow her boob forgot the pain of the whip under the skillful ministration of the blonde's fingers.
Then her tongue was free of the grasping cunt. But Joss was even more hungry for the flavor of Miss Schmidt's pussy. She ran her tongue up the dripping slit like a dog.
Miss Schmidt arched her back and screamed. It was a shrill sound, almost as piercing as Joss in her agony. The auburn-haired girl felt the woman's orgasm building in her body. She started licking fervently at the slobbering gash of the cunt.
Each stroke of the tongue made Miss Schmidt's body tense. Her hand kneaded Joss's jug carelessly, ceaselessly. The young girl felt her own passions building to the bursting point. She felt her own cunt honey start to trickle from her cunt and drip onto the rug.
Then her tonguetip accidentally intruded into a small notch of pink flesh at the upper end of Miss Schmidt's pussy-slit. It felt something inside, small and round and smooth as a marble. The touch of her tongue made Miss Schmidt yelp and claw at her tit.
"Yes! God, my clitty! Tongue my clit!"
Joss obeyed. Her tongue burrowed under the protective hood of pussy flesh, tormenting the sensitive nerve-node of the teacher's clit. She could feel the pleasure exploding into Miss Schmidt's pussy. The smooth thighs began to tense and relax about her head in a frantic, spasmodic rhythm, and then a sudden burst of cunt juice flooded out over Joss's lower lip and chin.
Miss Schmidt crushed Jocelyn's jug in one long-nailed hand while her other squeezed on of her own pointy boobs. The nipple drilled into her hand as climax after climax slammed her naked body. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmiiinnnggg!" she chanted.
Joss heard her frenzied song of lust. Then her own pussy abruptly contracted in the first surge of her own orgasm. Her body was charged with the erotic electricity that flowed out of Miss Schmidt's cunt along with her fragrant pussy sauces.
Later Joss would regret this. This was the most degrading thing that had happened to her-to be forced to devour another woman's obscenely dripping cunt-to be forced to enjoy it.
But that would be later.
All that mattered now was eating Miss Schmidt's delightful cunt as their souls melted together in a frenzy of orgasm!