Chapter 9
"Hey, don't let her suck you off," came Mr. Elliot's harsh command. "I got other plans for that sweet little virgin cocksucker."
"Fuck off," said Mr. Larson. "All the time you don't want me to have any fun. Let her suck as long as she wants. It's an educational experience for her. A learning device, as we teachers say."
He bounced his prick under Heather's nose so that the rubbery tip bounced across her face. Her lips quivered slightly as they strained to reach the man's cock. Even though she was tightly bound up in the wood stock, she had a little movement of her head from side to side. She used it to capture his cock and suck on it again.
She hated herself for what she considered weakness. Something drove her on, though. Heather had to suck on his prick as she'd been told to do. The male musk odor was strong in her nostrils and the taste was driving her out of her mind. The girl didn't understand what this strange aphrodisiac was. All she knew was her own body's reactions.
Her cunt was beginning to sluggishly flow, just at the thought of sucking on Mr. Larson's big prick. She tolerated the itchy feeling deep inside because her hands were fastened so that she couldn't hope to reach her pussy and finger fuck herself.
"What do you want to do with her?" asked Mr. Larson. "I'm happy letting her suck on my cock. She's giving head like a pro now." Looking down at the teenager fastened in the wood stocks, he asked, "You're not a pro, are you? Naw, a virgin cunt like you wouldn't know the first thing about giving a man a real blow job. So how is it you learn so fast? Maybe you're naturally horny."
Heather's hearing was impaired by the fact that the blood was rushing harder through her head now. Her temples throbbed unmercifully and the way her pulse boomed, it sounded more like the ocean's surf than anything else. She couldn't understand her lust for his prick. He was forcing her to suck on his meaty prick. Forcing her!
She should have felt revolted-and she did. Sort of. The girl was too confused to really understand what she felt. She wanted to suck cock, but to admit to that openly, even to herself, would have been admitting that her entire life had been wasted. She had been saving her virginity for nothing.
Being forced to give the shop teacher a blow job was something she secretly wanted to do, but could now disclaim any responsibility for. He forced her to do it. He forced her! And she could eat his entire prick with all the lust boiling up from inside her passionate young body.
Heather could experience what all her friends had been enjoying for years and it wasn't her fault. Not at all. She could enjoy it because she was free of any guilt concerning it. All the guilt laid directly on those two men's shoulders. They were rapists, they took advantage of naive young girls and fucked them up the cunt or ass without any moral compunction. They were evil.
And the girl loved them as much as she hated them for what they were doing to her.
"Shit, she sucks better than my wife does."
"Your wife won't even touch your prick, much less suck on it, you dumb bastard," said Mr. Elliot, jokingly.
"How'd you know that?" snapped back the other man. "You haven't been knocking a piece off on the side, have you? You and my old lady aren't fucking around behind my back?"
"Cool it, man. I didn't mean anything by it. Let's forget all that and see what we can do with our prime piece of ass there. Miss Cherry Cunt has got to be aching now. I'll bet she wants something big and round and hard stuffed back up her pussy.
Don't you, sweetie?"
Heather flinched away from the principal as he lightly touched her face. She loathed the man. She wanted to see him burn in hell for what he'd done to her. "Leave me alone!"
"Oh, we couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right. Help me get her up onto the lathe." Together, the men easily lifted her naked body and placed her on the lathe, her legs on either side of the machine, her cunt gaping open and facing the massive head.
"You want I should put in the special attachment?" asked Mr. Larson.
"Of course, put it in. Let's see how our little girl-likes having her cunt really reamed out by something big and hard."
She almost screamed when she saw Mr. Larson putting a wrist-thick wooden dowel rod into the head of the lathe. The blunted end told her exactly what these two insane men were going to do to her. All they had to do was slide her forward and stuff her cunt around the wooden dildo-and then turn the lathe on.
Heather didn't have to be told it would kill her. The rapidly turning dildo would rip her cunt apart. And if it didn't destroy her that way, the friction between the wood and her pussy walls would burn her to a cinder.
"Don't do that! Y-you'll kill me!" She struggled but they held her too firmly. In a few seconds, Mr. Elliot had her sliding along the way until the blunted end of the wooden dildo actually parted her pussy lips. She could no longer struggle with the firm wooden rod in her cunt.
"He's not going to turn it on full speed, sweetie," Mr. Elliot told her. "That's only if you don't suck on my cock." He jumped up on the table beside the lathe, then straddled her face, his prick limply dangling down.
Heather didn't know what to do. The wooden dildo resting inside her cunt wasn't turning yet. But she knew it would be soon. She didn't want to be drilled all the way to the chin with that horrid device. But her only chance to escape that fate was to suck on Mr. Elliot's prick. She was torn by the same yes-no feelings she'd had before.
She wanted to. She would have done anything he ordered as long as he controlled her the way he did. But she hated him for making her do something she wished she had the courage to do without force. Hesitantly, she took his flaccid prick between her lips. She tentatively licked around the piss-slit, then shoved her rough, pink tongue out hard to make his cock buck and dance around.
The teenager felt his prick stiffen with lust. She started to suck more of it into her mouth when she heard a low-pitched hum and felt the dildo begin to turn in her pussy.
She screamed. She tried to back away from the wooden rod slowly turning in her cunt, but she couldn't do it. The stocks on her neck and wrists prevented it as much as the awkward position she was in on the lathe.
"Relax and give me a blow job," the man commanded. She tried to close her eyes, hoping it would all go away like a bad dream, but it didn't. The friction of wood against her cunt mounted until she was ready to die from the heat. Then something changed inside her that she couldn't fully get a good grip on.
The idea hit her that she could imagine Mark fucking her. To have her brother crouched between her legs, driving his huge prick in and out of her twat would be the next best thing to heaven for her. Or was it his prick she sucked so avidly? Both! Her mind was confused, blurred with sensation, but the fantasy worked for her. With her cunt filled to overflowing with the wood prick, it began to sluggishly flow out its oily cunt juices. The lubricants caused a squeaking noise as the lathe continued to turn the wooden dowel rod in her pussy, but the friction died down a bit.
The warmth spread throughout her cunt, then burst into her belly. When it radiated up her spine, she knew she could survive this-and actually enjoy what these madmen were doing to her. No matter she was their prisoner, completely at their mercy. She could make believe this was her brother fucking her, the dear older brother who was tender and kind and one hell of a stud.
The prick pressing so insistently between her lips wasn't that of the man torturing her, either. It was her brother's. She didn't try to make any sense out of this. It wasn't possible to have him both fucking her pussy and stuffing his prick into her mouth at the same time-logic had nothing to do with her daydream. All that mattered to her was keeping her own sanity.
She sucked. The dildo turned slowly in her pussy, giving her some relief from the hollow, empty feeling that had assailed her earlier. She sucked harder on the cock between her lips until her cheeks went hollow under the vacuum. She kept her eyes closed so she could enhance the fantasy that she was giving head to Mark.
And it seemed that her tongue learned new and different things just because of that dream. Her tongue licked out and across the underside of the man's prick. She teased the triangular flap of skin hanging down from under the cleft head, then tried to stuff her tongue all the way down the piss-slit again. With the hard-on, it was easier than it had been when his prick was limp, but it was still impossible. That no longer mattered to her. Just trying excited her.
Then she felt something else nudging into her lips. She turned her head slightly and parted her lips to find another prick entering her mouth. Both men were stuffing their cocks into her face. She didn't mind. What fantasies ripped through her mind now weren't even of her brother. They were of an ideal lover, one with a massive prick so big it could fuck her like the rotating dildo was doing and then come all the way out of her mouth.
She relaxed a bit more and allowed the feelings from her pussy to take possession of her entire body. The warmth flooded her senses like melted butter. She was wrapped up in a gauzy, warm, exciting blanket. Her tits throbbed with desire, the nipples springing entirely erect as more and more agitated blood pounded into them. Even her breathing speeded up as her excitement mounted.
"Hey, I like this," one of the men said. Heather didn't even try to figure out which one it was. It didn't matter to her. She was getting a mouthful of prick and that was what counted.
"I dig it, too. Why didn't we think of this sooner? And this kid can give head like no one else! She learns fast! It's gonna be a shame when we have to..."
"Shut up," snapped Mr. Elliot. "Just enjoy the ride. We'll talk about the ... other ... later. Ummm, God, her tongue is divine on the underside of my cock! Keep licking, you bitch, keep licking!"
"Lemme turn up the speed so she'll lick faster!" said Mr. Larson. There was a grinding of gears and then Heather gasped.
The lathe turned faster. The wooden dildo filling her cunt spun rapidly now, threatening her. But her pussy had expanded to take the wrist-thick imitation cock. She tensed and relaxed her muscles around the cock and found it completely unresponsive to her. But her own body was singing out a song of sheer delight now.
The speeded up dildo made her feel a growing sexual tension. No man's prick had come close to doing this to her-not this much, at any rate. She gasped and thrashed around on the uncomfortable metal tracks. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't avoid the steely hard pricks fucking her face. First one, then the other would shoot into her mouth.
The sexual tensions building up from the fucking she received from the spinning wooden rod finally triggered her come. She shrieked and bucked and actually lifted her hips off the tracks of the lathe enough to stuff the wooden dildo even farther into her needy cunt.
She wanted-needed!-more. And she got it. The way her cunt frothed over with love juices made sure she wasn't going to be hurt much by the rotating rod. But she wanted an in and out fucking motion as much as the spinning motion. She crammed her snatch down harder onto the dildo, and came again.
"Aiieeeeee!" she moaned out. "I love it! It ... it's too much for me to handle! Ummmmmm!"
"Suck, damn you, suck my prick!"
She took the offered cock and gave it the hardest sucking she could. Her entire head throbbed wildly as her tongue raced around the sensitive glans. She rubbed and stroked and finally got a taste of the bitter pre-come drop beading at the end of the prick.
Then she got a hot, fiery blast of jism in the face. Her lips sought the tasty come-and didn't find it. It splattered into her eyes, her hair, ran down her cheeks.
She consoled herself with another cock. Her tongue wasn't going to miss its spurting, tasty mouthful. But she did miss it. Just as the prick convulsed in coming, the man jerked it from her mouth and joined his friend in coming all over her face.
Even the threat of his come was denied her. She leaned back, trying to escape the torrent of come, but it wasn't possible. The thick, stringy ropes of jizz blasted into her face and eyes and hair and ears. And all the while, the wooden rod mindlessly drilled deeper into her cunt.
When the well of her cunt juice began to dry, she felt the pain in her pussy. The wooden rod was pulling her apart it was so thick and the spinning action burned her insides with friction.
She passed out, not caring if she ever woke up again or not.