Chapter 8
The four youths leaning against the wall of the basement near the mattress on which Henry Ferguson sat naked beside the shivering, beleagured Christine Bernard sniggered among themselves at their companion's starkly obscene statement to the beautiful captive. Joey, having wolfed down his snack, had put another real in the movie camera, and was now taking a shot of the couple on the matttess, focusing the camera mainly on Christine's superb heaving naked breasts and the ingenuous hand still frantically pressed against the apex of her femininity.
Shrinking away from the naked youth who had taken her virginity, Christine turned a fiery red and stammered, in a husky, low voice meant only for his ears, "H-Henry, I-I've obeyed you-I've done what you wanted-won't you be merciful and let me go-how-how can you en-enjoy doing things like this w-when you know how shameful they are and how much you-you humiliated me in-in front of all those others?"
He grinned. "I like the way you talk, Teach. Real high-toned, just like back in class. Boy, wouldn't it be something if you could teach class wearing just what you've got on now-every guy would be listening to every word you said!"
"Pl-please-d-don't make fun of me-you-you're intelligent, you said yourself I-I'd treated you fairly in class-won't you let me go now?"
"Uh-uh, Chrissy baby. You see I might never get another chance like this to fuck you and sit right up close like this, bare-ass naked the both of us, not ever again. So this is going to have to last me awhile, Teach girl. And of course I'll have the movies and the Polaroids to remember it all by, won't I? Just to make sure you don't get the idea of tipping off the fuzz about your sexy weekend, get me?"
He pressed his bare thigh against her stockinged leg, and Christine Bernard shivered and squinched further away, trying to get as far away from her ravisher as possible. But Henry Ferguson put his left arm around her waist and then boldly cupped one of her swelling round pink-sheened breasts, and leaned to her to plant a salacious, wet, long kiss on her spluttering mouth.
"Mff-d-don't-oh, not in front of them-" she gasped, scarlet-faced with shame.
"Teach, you're the funniest little prude I ever met," he jested, retaining hold on her slim waist and pulling her roughly back to him. "Here we've put on a fucking show for the guys, and you get all uptight about a little kiss. What's it gonna be like when you have to give me a blow job-'cause that's exactly what you're gonna do next, Teach girl!"
"I-I don't k-know w-what you m-mean-oh, won't you please have pity on me, H-Henry?" she moaned.
"A blow job, Teach, is Frenching-yeah, I guess I forgot that being cherry the way you were till just now, you wouldn't be hip to all the lingo. Know what Frenching is?"
Dazed, still blushing violently, Christine Bernard shook her lovely head, regarding him with frantically dilated, tear-blurred eyes, shivering at the possessive cling of his arm around her naked, satiny waist. Her little hand pressed all the harder against her thickly fleeced love-mound, and she couldn't help glancing nervously up at the four other boys who stood watching intently. When she saw Joey Elverson's lewd wink and perceived the camera trained on her, she uttered a cry, "Ohh, don't take any more m-movies, please don't!"
"That's our insurance, Teach, we gotta take' em," Bruce Melton roughly responded, coming nearer and staring hungrily down at her. Then, without warning, he put out a hand and cupped and squeezed one of her swelling bare breasts.
"S-stop it. Oh-you-you horribly boy-you and your friends, enjoying my misery and s-shame like this-oh, if your parents only knew what you were doing!" she wailed, squirming away only to be held where she was by the tightening encirclement of Henry Ferguson's arm.
"That's a hor one, Teach! You sure don't know much about your students, do you?" was Bruce Melton's jeering reply. "My folks got divorced a couple of years back, so I hang out with my uncle. And he likes whiskey and pussy. Hell, he was the guy that took me to a house and broke me in to what fucking was-I'm sure glad he did, so I could know what to do with a squirmy, uppity little piece like you, Chrissy honey."
"OHHHH!" Speechless, her face flooding with hot crimson, Christine Bernard closed her eyes and bowed her head, huddling herself over to diminish her nakedness before her captors.
"I live with my dad, and he's a swinger too," Mack Benjamin grinningly volunteered.
"He sure is," Ben Elverson chuckled knowingly. "You might as well know about Joey'n me too, Teach girl. Our folks died ten years ago, and we've been staying with my dad's brother and his second wife-know something? She's not any older than you are, Teach, and she's broke us both in. Only Joey, my kid brother, he gets too excited, so Aunt Cassie doesn't let him get into her panties too often."
"OHHH! YOU-YOU FILTHY, HORRIBLE YOUNG ANIMALS!" Christine Bernard cried, beside herself at this revelation of the amorality of her young captors.
"So you see, Teach," Ben Elverson concluded, "None of us guys have to worry about getting back home for curfew or anything like that, see? All right, that's enough talk now. Teach, you've rested up good and you've had some chow, so get with it. Hank, make her talk a little French!"
"You heard them," Henry Ferguson leaned his face close to Christine's, his free hand stroking her inner thigh just above the-beige nylon stocking top. "I'll tell you what you have to do, Chrissy girl. Get right down on the floor on your knees, and take my cock in your hand and then put it into your mouth and suck it nice and sweet 'n slow, hear me?"
"OHHHHH! NOO, I WON'T EVER DO SUCH A DISGUSTING, DEGENERATE THING! LET ME GO! I WON'T, NOW I REALLY AM GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE AND TELL THE POLICE-NOO, LET ME GOOOO!" she shrieked. As his all too graphic meaning impinged on her distraught mind, Christine Bernard wrestled herself from his grasp, stood up and tried to run towards the door whence she had entered this chamber of degradation and maiden martyrdom. But Bruce Melton and Mack Benjamin gave chase and overtook her before she could reach the door, then dragged her back by the elbows, their other hands callously fondling her thighs, breasts and belly as they returned her to the mattress on which Henry Ferguson sat, calmly awaiting her return. Now, spreading his legs and shifting over to the edge of the mattress, he directed, "Now that was real stupid, Teach. You know you're gonna have to do it, or the other guys will take turns with you. So kneel down like a good little bitch and start doing what I told you to!"
"NOOOO! I WON'T EVER DO SUCH AN ABOMINABLE THING, YOU CAN KILL ME!" she shouted hysterically, once again trying to jerk free from Bruce Melton and Mack Benjamin. "Oh, you horrible, dirty, filthy creatures, to treat a decent woman this way! Let me go, stop touching me-damn you anyhow!" and then, in quite characteristically feminine manner, Christine Bernard burst into fitful tears as the two boys who held her by the elbows continued to palpate her belly and thighs and breasts and even her buttocks as she struggled between them.
"Tsk, tsk," Henry Ferguson chided, shaking his head and wagging a reproving forefinger at the weeping, writhing young woman. "Now that was very naughty of you, Teach. We were getting along just fine until you started to act huffy. So you're going to tell the police, are you? I think it's you that needs a lesson, Teach, not us guys. All right, Bruce, Mack, pull Teach over that table and hold her arms down on the other side so she can't get off. Joey, I see you reloaded the camera. I want you to take a good one of Teach's punishment and then, when she gives in, on what's she gonna do for me then, you get me?"
"I sure do. Doggone, though, Hank, when do I get a piece?"
"You're a little too young right now. Anyway, you're watching, and you're having fun. I saw you jack off a little while ago, so you couldn't give it to Teach right now anyhow even if I let you. You just make sure you get good movies. Okay, let's go!" Henry Ferguson rose from the mattress and moved over towards the rough-surfaced table over which the two youths had now dragged the struggling, indignantly and fearfully protesting young woman. Getting on the other side, they squatted down, each holding her by a wrist with both hands, and thus Christine Bernard found herself in a highly provocative and ignominiously helpless posture.
Draped down across the table, her beautiful pink-sheened breasts flattened against the rough wood, her bare buttocks were elevated just over the edge and projected outward in the most impudently appealing manner imaginable. Her legs just barely reached the floor, so that she was obliged to teether on the toes of her pumps. This put into magnificent choreographic play the muscular flexions which rippled up and down her stockinged calves and thighs and continued along the jutting, upstandingly rounded globes of her velvety naked bottom.
Henry Ferguson now moved to the side of the table over which her shoulders were pressed, planted himself with legs astraddle and his hands on his hips, so that her crimsoned, contorted face was focused directly against his young loins. His penis was already ferociously erect and swollen, the dark-blue veins angrily throbbing along the shaft whose skin had been drawn tautly. Thus the spearpoint of the glans loomed before her like a menacing weapon in all its phallic potency.
Joey Elverson maneuvered himself to the right and against the wall so that he could view the two boys who crouched down below the table gripping Christine's wrists and observe plainly the nearness of the victim's lovely, tear-wet and scarlet face to Henry Ferguson's rigid sexual weapon. The latter glanced back at the youngest of Christine's captors: "You all ready now, Joey?"
"Sure am! Just tell me when to start shooting!"
"Ben, why don't you go behind Teach, and give that sweet big ass of hers a little warmup with your hand? Spank her good till she says she's gonna be a good girl and do what she's told, huh?" Henry Ferguson blandly proposed.
Infuriated almost beyond endurance by this casual command which proposed new indignities and shame for her, Christine Bernard uttered a wild shriek and with all her strength dragged at her captive wrists, but in vain. What she achieved was only to arch and squirm her deliciously postured and scantily adorned body and to set into even more active play all of the lithe muscles of legs and buttocks and back and shoulders and arms. Her beautiful breasts, heaving wildly, lifted just above the tabletop; then, as the boys dragged her down, flattened again in the most lascivious way as if against the chest of one of her would-be ravishers. Her buttocks jerked, weaved and twisted, contracting spasmodically to diminish the shadowy groove which separated them. But as Ben Elverson, grinning lewdly, took his place behind her, his eyes could feast on the gaping slit of her mount of Venus and on the thick, ruffled dark-brown curls of the pubis which framed that inviting gape, as well as on the exquisitely dainty, crinkly rosette of her anus, the lips of which puckered and shrank amid the convulsive tremors which beset her body now as she struggled madly to free herself from rhis new duress.
Aware of the humiliation to which she was about to be subjected, Christine Bernard tried wildly to kick back to prevent Ben Elverson from touching her. He laughed aloud at her almost childish attempts to avert this juvenile punishment which Henry Ferguson had chosen precisely to degrade her from her mature and independent status as their teacher and respected scholastic authority. Deftly avoiding her frenzied kicks, he moved against the edge of the table just at her left, turning somewhat sideways to her. The taut narrow waistband of the white-satin elastic garterbelt seemed to bite into the quivering, satiny flesh of her slim waist, thereby accenuating the mouth-watering swell of her voluptuous hips, and the narrow tabs which stemmed on either side and over the edges of her buttocks down along the upper thighs to clamp against the tops of her beige nylons framed that magnificent and opulent posterior in all its carnation-skinned glory. There was a saucy impudence to the contours of Christine Bernard's buttocks, the summits full and ripe and resilient, the flesh elastic and springy as could be wished, unblemished and smooth-sheened, and wonderfully mobile-as the spasmodic contractions which yawned open the narrow, sinuous grove between the cheeks and then clenched frantically shut again plainly indicated.
Putting his left palm on her chinbone to bear down and thus immobilize her further, Joey's older brother now lingeringly and deliberately ran his right palm all over Christine Bernard's naked behind. Starting at the edge of her right hip, he moved down over the outer edge of the summit and thence to the base, then rubbed his palm over the ambery-rosy cleft between the shuddering, flinching globes, then past it over to the slope of her left hip and down along that outer edge to the base, then up again and over the ripest curve of the left buttocks. Next, he began to pat the flesh of both buttocks here and there, all the while Christine Bernard, mad with shame and helpless rage, continued to kick out blindly and uselessly at her young executioner. Her voice, choked with sobs and groans of the most overwhelming mortification, fully expressed the gamut of emotional sensations that she was undergoing, "Aah-oh, stop it-you disgusting beasts-let go of me-you're hurting my wrists-how dare you do a thing like this to me-oh, you wait, you'll all pay for this-I made a bargain with Henry, and he's not man enough to keep it-oh, stop it, stop it, you've no right to treat me this way-I'm not a prostitute-oh, you just wait-I'll fix all of you-let me go--aah-you're hurting my wrists, I tell you-let me up-please-stop it-oh, my God-oh someone, help me, for God's sake, help me!"
At these last words, her voice rose to an agonized and strident wail. For Ben Elverson with a mocking little laugh, had just raised his right hand and brought it down sharply and crisply on the ripest curve of her right bottom-cheek. The impact of his palm made a salacious and suggestive noise of flesh upon naked womanflesh, and left a bright pink splotch to outline the place his hand had attacked. Under the spank, Christine Bernard's bottom flattened, and wildly jerked from side to side, while she seemed to arch herself as much forward as her captor allowed, while one of her legs kicked up so wildly that the pump flew off and thudded against the floor well beyond.
Joey Elverson, at Henry Ferguson's sign, had begun to take the movie of this absorbing and fascinating scene. Hi had hunched down a little so as to get a better level and a closeup of Christine's rear-stained, scarlet and twisted face, made the more provocative by the harlequin glasses, and just a foot away, the extended rigidity of Henry Ferguson s swollen penis.
"That's right, Ben," Henry Ferguson encouraged his crony. "Not too fast, but let Chrissy feel them. As for you, Teach, when you've had enough, just tell me that you're ready to give me that blow job, and I'll have Ben stop, understand?"
"You-you can go to h-hell, I wouldn't ever-oww!" Christine Bernard's gasped-out rejoinder was suddenly interrupted by a loud, sonorous Smack as Ben Elverson's right palm landed with full force on the left summit of her jutting naked behind, making her lunge forward with a shrill cry as her face lifted, her eyes wide and blind by the new tears of her continued and increased sexual martyrdom.
"Hell, I'm in no hurry at all. I could do this all night long to Teach-well, not all night, I'd leave some time open to cuke her," was Ben Elverson's obscene acknowledgment. Suiting action to word, and pressing his left palm down even harder against the very small of her beautifully sculptured naked back, he slowly raised his right hand, hovered it in the air a long moment while the beautiful victim turned her tear-wet, flushed face back frantically over her left shoulder to see what was taking place, and then without warning brought it down with all his might. Smackkk! His palm flattened the jouncy naked flesh just below the summit of her right buttock, and Christine Bernard uttered a piercing squeal of discomfort, "Owww, oh, you brute-I'm warning you, stop this, you've gone too far-you can't force a decent woman to do anything like that-I'd rather die-you can kill me if you want, but I won't-do you hear me?"
"We all hear you, Teach. Only we don't believe you this time. Remember, this isn't class now," Henry Ferguson taunted her. "That was a good one, Ben. It's a good idea to make her wait for it, so she'll feel it better and think about the next one. Keep taking movies, Joey."
"Boy, will I ever!" that young worthy enthusiastically replied.
Once again Christine Bernard tried to kick out at her executioner, but he had very cleverly stationed himself right up against the edge of the table and the side of her, so that she could not reach him. Pulled forward as she was by the two crouching youths at the head of the table who maintained a solid grip on both her slim wrists, she could hardly move and thus was completely vulnerable. Ben Elverson stared avidly at the flaming marks which marred the perfection of her pink-and-white skinned bottomcheeks, standing out lubriciously against the untouched purity of her back and upper thighs. Then, winking at Henry Ferguson, he lifted his right hand again just as Christine Bernard turned her agonized face back over her shoulder. Grinning at her, he pretended to swing his hand and drew a frightened "Oh, don't!" from the helpless mature victim. Playfully, then, he patted her shrinking naked behind, caressing the outer edges of both cheeks, and then slyly traced the sensitive shadowy crease which separated those effulgent globes of womanflesh until Christine Bernard writhed and arched, frenziedly trying to evade the audacious fingering which further degraded her and threatened an even more intimate part of her female anatomy: her dainty, clenching anus.
"You dirty, filthy coward!" she tearfully upbraided him. "Oh, you'll all pay for this, you'll see, I said I wouldn't tell anybody, but not after the way you're treating me now--you'll all go to jail, you'll be sorry-ohww-aiiii! Ohh, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
In answer to her denunciation, Ben Elverson had delivered four solid spanks, two to each buttock, aiming at the sensitive base of her posterior, the tenderest area of all in the female behind. The stinging, hot, shocking pain spread myriad waves of discomfort through her entire posterior and loins, and her legs kicked almost horizontally out, so that the other pump went flying on the floor beyond. Her toes wriggled and clenched and twisted against the sheer nylon, and she tried to lift herself up from the table in her torment.
"Feel like doing what you're told to now, Teach?" Henry Ferguson's voice was hoarse because of his mounting excitement. The lips of his penis had begun to twitch and clench, a sign of that erotic fervor.
"I won't-I won't ever do a thing like that-I told you, you can kill me but I won't-oh, you horrible, hateful boy, you just wait--you let me go now, you'll all be sorry if you don't-eeyeaahrrrr, oh stop, you're hurting me so, please, you're hurting me!"
Once again, her unsteady, throbbing voice which had sought to reason with them and to impress them with the fear of the consequences she could bring upon them, broke off into a shrill, prolonged shriek as Ben Elverson's hand fell crisply and sonorously four times more. But this time, all four spanks were visited upon the most inviting target, the ripely jutting summit of her right buttock, deepening the hue of the chastised skin into a flaming red which boldly stood out against the rest of that only gradually discolored naked bottom and the pure carnation-tinted back and thighs above and below. Once again the nuance of the white satin-elastic tabs and of the band of the garterbelt itself framed and deepened the marvelous texture of Christine Bernard's naked flesh and made it more intoxicatingly desirable, spiced by this exquisitely juvenile correction with all of its sadistic overtones; the dominator male in his eternal combat against the latent slave that existed in the female psyche!
"Sure you're not ready yet to be a good girl, Teach?" Henry Ferguson pitilessly demanded.
Christine Bernard ground her teeth together, closed her eyes, fought off the deluge of new tears that "ere blinding her eyes, and stiffened all her muscles in a valiant and final attempt to endure this atrocious and degrading suffering. Her bottom throbbed painfully, especially where Ben Elverson's hard young hand had just attacked the resilient flesh of her right bottom summit. The rough surface of the table chafed her belly and breasts, and the muscles of her legs ached because of the stress upon them in trying to balance herself.
"No? Well, I'm sure Ben won't mind giving that sweet ass of yours a little more attention. Go ahead, Ben!"
"It's a pleasure," Ben Elverson grinned wickedly. Once again his right palm caressingly moved here and there over Christine Bernard's shuddering, flinching, reddened naked behind. And this time, when he had concluded his palpation, he ruthlessly applied the tip of his right forefinger along the crease between the tightening, .shuddering globes, until his fingernail brushed the dainty, furtive lips of her virgin anus.
"Ohh, noooo! Take your filthy hand away from me, oh, stop it, stop it, if you have to spank me, do it, but stop touching me there!" Christine Bernard cried out. Again she dragged madly at her captive wrists, tried to kick, twisting and arching her hips frenziedly to escape this supreme mortification.
"Boy, is she ever goosemeat, Hank!" Ben Elverson declared. "I thought the little bitch would sort of go for being fingered up instead of spanked. But I guess maybe she gets her rocks off by having her hind end whammed. Suits me fine, either way. Okay, Teach, here it goes again, get ready!" And with this, raising his right hand high, he brought it down with furious impact over the top of her left hip, and then, before she could catch her breath, applied swinging spank to the base of her right buttock.
Again a frantic wail burst from the helpless naked mature-captive, her bespectacled face lifting, her eyes mad with suffering and shame, hugely exorbitant, not even seeing the naked boy who stood before her proffering the weapon which had already robbed her of her pearl of virginity and was this time proffered to the second virginity of her sweet, supervilious mouth. Once again Bruce and Mack had all they could do to maintain their hold of her wrists, so savagely did she try to get free under the onus of the burning pain of those two spanks.
Ben Elverson made a show of blowing on his hand and ruefully shaking his head. "Maybe I ought to use a belt, Hank. I'm wearing out my hand on Teach's big hard ass," he lewdly observed.
"No, go on using your hand. It makes Teach like a little kid getting her ass swatted for being a naughty girl which is what she is so long as she won't do what she's told," Henry Ferguson displayed his precocious understanding of the art of subjugation of the helpless female. "I told you, just take your time. The longer she has to wait for her swats, the more she's gonna think about being obedient when her ass starts hurting more than she can take. Joey, remember, we've got four or five more cans of film when you run out. I want to get all the movies we can get."
"Sure, Hank! Boy, we can make a fortune showing these at stag parties, I'll betcha anything!" the bespectacled brown-haired sixteen-year-old excitedly gasped.
"Oh, God!" Christine Bernard groaned as she overheard that treacherous proposal.
"That's right, Teach, that's something else for you to think about. You still say you're gonna tell the fuzz when we let you go? Well, we'll have so many prints of these movies made that I bet we could sell them to places in New York and California that would pay real good for them. Just think, Teach, everything you've got would be shown all over the country to guys with a yen for pussy."
She raised her tear-wet face to the smirking youth who stood scarcely a foot away from her, his swollen penis rigidly directed towards her. "Oh, my G-God," she stammered, "oh, no, no, Henry, you wouldn't do a thing like that-oh, please-please, you wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I, Teach? All depends on how you act. You're not high and mighty anymore, just remember that. You're here to do like I said, like you promised you would, and you know what I want right now."
"But I can't-I've never done a thing like that-I wouldn't-I wouldn't even do that for my husband," she groaned, tears again running down her flushed cheeks.
"Okay, then you'll get spanked till you do," was his exorable answer. "Go right ahead, Ben."
"Like I told you, I could go on swatting Chrissy's big sweet ass all night long," Ben Elverson chuckled. His left palm bore down again on the small of the young woman's back; his right hand slowly rose, then crisply swept down once, twice, thrice, and a fourth time. Each spank flattened the base of her right buttock, attacking the tenderest nerves of her voluptuous posterior. Under the impetus of such reiterated pain, Christine Bernard lifted her face and uttered a prolonged scream of pain, kicking up first one leg and then the other, twisting and jerking her flaming hips this way and that over the edge of the rough-surfaced table.
"Boy, what a squirmy ass Teach has got!" Bruce Melton panted. "Hey, how about letting me give it to her if Ben's hand is sore?"
"Not yet, Bruce," Henry Ferguson autocratically ordained, now fully master of ceremonies of this basement orgy. "You just make sure you don't let Teach get loose, that's all. Go on, Ben. Remember, Chrissy, the minute you want the spanking to stop, just tell me you're ready to blow me. That's all you have to say, and you better use the right words or Ben will just keep on going, get me?"
"Oh, this is dreadful-you're hurting me so-I can't stand it-I can't-I won't, I've never-oh, I won't do things like that, won't you believe me? Haven't you any decency, any pity for me?" Christine Bernard tearfully entreated.
But Henry Ferguson didn't bother to reply. He reached out his hands instead and took hold of the tumbling cascade of Christine Bernard's dark-brown pagebuy curls and lifted them up, holding them with both hands and moving just a little closer to her so that the obscene nozzle of his rigid penis was only inches from her scarlet, tear-stained contorted face. As she gasped in consternation and shame, Ben Elverson behind her once again raised his right hand and dealt her a hard noisy spank at the base of the left buttock, following it with two crisp smacks against the upper right summit of her now furiously inflamed naked bottom.
"Aiiii! Eeeeyeaarrrrowwww! Oh, my God, you're killing me, I can't stand much more, I just can't, I'm only a woman!"
"And are we ever glad you are, Teach," was Henry Ferguson's callous and mocking answer. "I told you what the words were to have Ben stop, you just remember them. Go ahead, give it to her good. She's starting to feel it now. Wait a minute! Joey, first, you get back there because I wan a good shot and closeup of Chrissy's big red ass!"
"Ohh-ohh, boohoo, oh, you're just horrible, you're awful, degenerate criminals, all of you, to let him do this to me-oh, I can't-I can't bear it, oh, please, please won't someone help me-stop-oh, it hurts so-I hurt, I hurt!" Christine Bernard babbled like an agonized child who can no longer endure the overwhelming duress and pain of the ordeal of chastisement.
Because Henry Ferguson had struck home at her innermost psyche, blending physical stress with the most profoundly shocking emotional compulsions, this mature young woman who had always been so poised and mistress of herself in all former difficult situations now found herself beleagured and helpless. Her physical resistance was quickly ebbing, and the terror of a prolonged and apparently endless torment faced her. But its alternative was an even more devastating blow to her pride and self-esteem and chastity: the thought of accepting her ravisher's penis in her mouth, thus paying tribute to that loathsome and precocious object which had robbed her of her feminine treasure, seemed to be the most abhorrent and destructive agony of all.
Joey Elverson hastily moved down to the end of the table and squatted down to the right, while Ben Elverson grinned at his younger brother and ran his right hand once again over the victim's flaming hindquarters. Her stockinged toes pressed down to fight for purchase on the stone floor, thus sending myriad rippling flexions and tremors through her lovely calves and thighs and along the angrily reddened globes of her squirming, out-reared naked bottom. Her breasts were crushed down against the tabletop, shuddering and heaving with uncontrollable sobs, and her shoulders shook. Her wrists ached from the cruel and relentless grip of her two captors as well as from her own frantic jerkings at them in the useless attempts to get free and put an end to this atrocious matyrdom.
"Don't you think Teach's ass is cuter than Aunt Cassie's, Joey boy? "his older brother slyly asked. Christine Bernard gasped again, for the new shock of discovering the background of her young ravishers and abductors had posed a new problem for her to cope with mentally. But vastly overreaching this was the by now neatly entirely annihilating hold of the purely physical indignities and discomfort to which she had been subjected, and these sensations began to disperse all other considerations. By now, the angry, persistent hot throbbing of her well-spanked naked behind was a torment, for it had rasped and aggravated all of her most subtle feminine nerves.
"Yeah!" the younger boy breathed ecstatically, shifting a little more so as to get a better view and angle of the angrily reddened globes of Christine Bernard's voluptuous, helpless posterior.
"I bet Aunt Cassie would get a hot wet little pussy if we played the spanking game with her, Joey," Ben Elverson bawdily continued with a wink at his younger brother. "Maybe when we get home, we ought to see how it goes, what do you say, Joey?"
"Oh, yeah, Ben, that would be great! But go on, I want to see you lay it on to Teach's ass some more!"
"Sure, Joey, anything to oblige my kid brother. All right, Teach, here it comes now!"
"Oh, my God, stop it, I-can't-owwoouuuu!! You're hurting, you're hurting me so. I can't bear it, oh, for God's sake, Henry, make him stop!" Ben Elverson had applied half a dozen hard, rapid spanks all over the jutting, flaming expanse of the victim's tautly presented, naked behind, making her lunge forward over the table, kick back frantically, and twist her tear-stained face imploring back over her shoulder to him to appeal for mercy.
"For a grown-up teacher, you're really not very bright, Chrissy," Henry Ferguson mocked her. "Didn't you listen good? I said if you want him to stop, you've gotta tell me that you're ready to give me a good blow job. Now you say just that, and Ben will stop swatting your big bare ass."
As he nodded, Ben Elverson grinned acknowledgment of that sign and delivered another half-dozen hard open-handed blows which flattened the trembling, angrily dark-reddened summits of both bottomcheeks and drew new shrill cries of protest and agony from the harrassed young woman.
"Boy, she's sure stubborn," Ben Elverson panted, out of breath and once again blowing on his spanking hand.
"Well, use your belt then," Henry Ferguson decreed.
"Oh, God, oh, no, you can't-don't let him-oh, I can't stand any more, I can't, Henry, oh, please have mercy!" Christine Bernard sobbingly begged.
He yanked at her hair which he still held clutched in both hands, tilting up her face, and then bent down to grin at her. "How often do I have to tell you what to say, Teach baby? Are you ready to do what I want now? Otherwise, he really will swing that belt against your tail and it won't hurt his hand any. You'll get it till you say yes, and that's a fact. Show her the belt, Ben!"
He released the young woman's hair, and Christine Bernard once again turned back her agonized face to see Ben Elverson in the act of tugging a black leather belr out of the loops at the waistbanad of his tight jeans, flourish it in the air and snap it about with an omious crack.
"Oh, no! For God's sake, not that, I couldn't stand that, I couldn't, oh, I just couldn't! Oh, please, Henry, I'm begging you humbly, not any more, oh, please, don't force me, I don't-I've never done it-it's so awful, so disgusting, so f-filthy-oh, please have mercy!" she babbled.
"Let her feel ir just once and we'll see, Ben," Henry Ferguson cut in, his voice thick with sexual excitement.
Ben Elverson drew back a step, swung the belt out in the air, then stepped forward and sent it whistling forward to make ferocious and greedy impact. The black leather thong clung amorously over the ripest curves of both jutting, flaming bare buttocks. Christine Bernard lunged madly over the table, arching her back, tilting her face to the ceiling, her mouth gaping in a frenzied, prolonged and raucous cry, "Awwwrrrouuuuueeeee!!! Oh, stop, you're killing me, for God's sake stop, stop!"
Once again Henry Ferguson twisted his fingers in her tumbled curls, forcing up her contorted, tear-wet face as he peered down at her. "Are you ready now?" he hoarsely urged. "Ben's waiting to lay it on, so you better be quick.
Come on, Teach, what's it gonna be?"
As she fought for breath, hysterically trying to weigh the atrocious alternatives, the agonized burning of her behind telling her that she could no longer endure such reiterated torment, Henry Ferguson nodded again. And once again the wickedly aimed slashing black leather belt cracked and clung against the ripest curves of both bottomcheeks, sliding off as her bottom heaved and jerked wildly under its burning kiss.
"Eeyarrrhhhowwouuu!!! no more, for God's sake no more, I'll do anything you want, only stop, make him stop, for God's sake make him stop!" Christine Bernard capitulated.
"That's a little more like it. Only you haven't used the words yet, so I guess Ben has to go on giving you the belt, Chrissy."
"Oh, no-don't let him, Henry, I'll-I'll say it-I-I'll do-what you want-"
"Uh uh. That's not what you're supposed to say. You know. You're all nice and ready to give me a blow job, aren't you? Now say it, just like that" he hissed, yanking at her curls.
Frantic with pain and shame, but no longer able to endure the scalding heat in her discolered, swollen naked behind, Christine Bernard sobbed out in a dying voice, "I'll-do-do what you-want, Henry, if you'll only have him stop, I'll--I'll give you a bl-bl-blow j-job-oh, my God, oh, I want to die of shame-oh, I hurt so-oh, please, no more now, no more!"
"At last you learned your lesson, Teach. Well, all right. Ben, you just stay where you are and keep that belt ready. That's just in case Teach decides she's going to change her mind just like a woman," Henry Ferguson chuckled and then, once again twisting his fingers cruelly in her hair and tilting up her face, he moved even closer till at last the tip of his organ brushed her trembling, swollen lips. "All right, open wide, Chrissy. I'm going to put it inside your mouth and I want you to suck on it nice and sweet and slow, you hear me? Just remember, the minute that you stop, Ben is going to give you the belt again. Joey, come back over here because I want movies of this most of all!"
"Oh, yeah!" the youngest boy straightened and hurried round to the head of the table, moving over to the right and squatting down, focusing his camera, checking the footage and then grinning, his face flushed with erotic excitement over what was about to ensue.
Christine Bernard closed her eyes and reluctantly opened her mouth. A violent spasm seemed to shake her bent-over, pinioned body as she capitulated. And yet, as she felt his glans brush her lips and then her nostrils as Henry Ferguson sadistically and masterfully intimated to her what he intended by way of conquest over her chastity, Ben Elverson lifted the belt and let it trickle down over her flaming, burning naked hindquarters. The contact of that leather band and its cruel implications made her utter a cry, "Oh, no, don't hit me anymore, I'll do it!"
And then, seeming to arch her head forward, her mouth opened to receive the weapon of her ravisher, Christine Bernard submitted herself to her first act of fellatio, an act which she had already avowed she wouldn't have performed even on her own husband.
Henry Ferguson shuddered with lust and victory. Keeping his fingers twisted in her hair so that she couldn't pull away, he arched himself forward a little till the tip of his organ entered between her gaping lips, and she choked and gagged at the sensation.
"I said suck, you stupid little bitch," he rasped. "Maybe you're just itching for more of Ben's belt, huh?"
"Oh, no-I'll do it-please-give me time-you have to be p-patient with me-oh, God, I've never done this awful thing before-oh, please have mercy-"
"Shut up and start sucking!"
Once again Ben Elverson let the belt graze Christine Bernard's swollen, burning hindquarters. Stricken with mortal fear, the naked young woman resigned herself. Her lip., closed over the tip of Henry Ferguson's penis, and then, awkwardly and ingenuously, she began to suck.
Bruce Melton and Mack Benjamin, who still squatted down and held her wrists tightly, watched with glittering eyes. "You lucky bastard you," Bruce enviously mumbled.
"It's all in knowing how to make a bitch come across, Bruce, you ought to know that," Henry Ferguson boasted. "Now get ready, Teach, I'm going to feed you a little more cock. You won't strangle, just keep sucking. And let's feel your tongue rub my whang a little, too, just to show that you're going to be a nice obedient little bitch."
Suiting action to word again, he arched himself an inch or two more towards her, and Christine Bernard spluttered and gasped and gagged as by now the full glans of his organ penetrated her virgin mouth. Her eyes bulging, glassy with tears, her nostrils dilating and shrinking convulsively, her bosom heaving against the rough surface of the table over which she was draped and pinioned by the two captors who knelt on either side of Henry Ferguson, her bottom shrinking as Ben Elverson still let the belt graze the discolored, resilient globes, the bespectacled young woman now complied in her desperate fear of continued chastisement. Her soft pink tongue tremblingly brushed against the side of the head of his organ, while she made sucking maneuvers with her trembling, revulsing mouth to placate her young ravisher.
She could feel his organ palpitate and swell, and she choked and gasped repeatedly in her loathing of what she was obliged to do. But the angry throbbing of his weapon now in turn indicated to Henry Ferguson his ferocious readiness for a second bout with this beautiful and helpless young woman. And that was why, after he had let her rub her tongue a few times more and suck on the glans of his penis till he could no longer endure the exquisite Tantalus, he roughly pulled out of her mouth and released her tousled pageboy curls.
"That was pretty good for a first time, Teach. And now, I'm not going to use a safe because I won't need to. You can't get a baby from love-juice squirted up your brownie. I'm going to take your last cherry, Chrissy baby!" he gloatingly announced.