Chapter 4
"The Proctor Reform School for Girls," the severely dressed but coldly lovely young woman said, "is dedicated to developing an old-fashioned style of discipline in its students. Through our comprehensive schooling program, we transform unruly and wanton girls into model young ladies."
"Good, good," Ian Redmond nodded. He glanced at his daughter. Nancy was sitting on the very edge of the black leather chair nearest the door. Her red-gold hair was pulled back into a bun. Her pretty face was taut and pale. She would not meet her father's gaze. "That's precisely what's needed."
He shook his head sadly. "I don't know where we went wrong," he said. "We did our best to raise the girl properly. Her mother and I tried our best to instill in her a sense of decency and morality." He spread his hands in an eloquently helpless gesture.
Nancy remembered the bite of his belt, the tightness of the bonds on her wrists-the plunging, meaty hardness of his cock, driving between her unwilling lips. You damned hypocrite, she thought.
"We understand perfectly." Miss Proctor, headmistress of the Proctor School, adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her slender nose. "You and Mrs. Redmond must not blame yourselves. The times are at fault-these immoral, anarchistic times. Isn't that so, Mr. Leary?"
She looked at the young man in a conservative three-piece suit, sitting beside her imposing oaken desk. "Absolutely," Leary nodded. He was bearded and handsome in a weak way. Miss Proctor had introduced him as assistant headmaster of the school.
"I can see that the normal anguish a parent would feel at having a daughter, um, go wrong in this manner is increased by your being Superintendent of Schools," Miss Proctor intoned.
Nancy's father got heavily to his feet. "I can see we made the right decision in entrusting Nancy to your care." He looked again at the girl. "Remember, Nancy, your mother and I are doing this for your own good. In time you'll thank us."
For what? Nancy thought bitterly. For an instant she looked her father full in the eye, then turned away.
Miss Proctor rose, smoothing the hem of her dress down pale smoky-nyloned thighs, and ushered Mr. Redmond to the door. Despite her unhappiness and anxiety, Nancy could not help but notice the way Leary's eyes followed the sway of the tall woman's hips as she walked across the room.
"We will keep in touch with you, Mr. Redmond," the elegant headmistress was saying. "You will have regular reports."
"Thank you," Redmond said. "Perhaps if you find an interest for her-too much idleness sits heavy on a young mind."
"Rest assured we have taken that into account, Mr. Redmond. We have a special dramatics program particularly designed with that in mind."
Redmond thanked her, nodded wordlessly to his daughter, and left. The door closed quietly.
"Well, what have we here?" Miss Proctor sauntered back to lean on the edge of her desk. "We're in a surly mood today, aren't we?"
Nancy didn't answer. The headmistress leaned forward, an odd light glowing in the back of her emerald-green eyes. "I asked you a question," she said.
"Leave me alone."
Effortlessly, Miss Proctor slapped the girl. Nancy reeled back in her chair, just managing to keep her balance. "Answer the question, you little slut,"
Miss Proctor said viciously. "And address me as Mistress. You belong to me now."
Tears started from Nancy's eyes, but her face was defiant. "I won't! Leave me alone!"
"Need a hand with the little bitch?" Leary asked, rising.
Miss Proctor froze her assistant with a haughty glance.
"That'll be the day-when I need your help with the likes of her!" Leary fell back into the chair. The headmistress turned back to the girl, sitting stiff-backed but shaking on the edge of her chair. Her perfect patrician features were tight with fury.
"You have been brought here to be disciplined, young lady," she said. "Do you understand what that means."
Nancy nodded.
Miss Proctor slapped her. The red palm-print on her cheeks seemed to burn when she felt it gingerly with her fingers. "No you don't." She stood up. "You don't have the slightest notion of the brand of discipline we enforce here at the Proctor Reform School for Girls."
She turned to a cabinet set in the dark-paneled wall. "But you will now find out," she said over her shoulder, and faced Nancy again. The teenager gasped.
Miss Proctor was holding a whip.
Leary shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Your first lesson begins immediately," the headmistress said to Nancy. "Discipline means total submission to the wishes of those above you. And it means painful punishment for disobedience!"
To punctuate her words, Miss Proctor swung the six-foot length of braided black leather. Nancy's lips peeled back for a scream of agony, and then froze. Delicately, the tip of the whip had flicked across the front of Nancy's swelling boobs. The girl had scarcely felt it.
But a long tear now ran across the front of the girl's white summerweight blouse. The lacy fabric of a bra showed through the tear, and a hint of pink flesh. "You see?" Miss Proctor smiled. "Your first lesson: fear. If you learn to be afraid, you will be far better off, young lady."
Again the whip licked through the air. A rip appeared in the blouse, slanting down across the other. Quick as a snake, Miss Proctor struck two more times, and Nancy's blouse lay in tatters around her shoulders. Aside from the quivering of her tits to the rhythm of her tightly-controlled breathing, Nancy didn't move. Her face held no color.
This isn't so bad, she thought. She's just trying to terrorize me. She won't hurt me-she wouldn't dare! There are laws against things like that.
As if reading her young charge's mind, Miss Proctor smiled with feline cruelty. Without warning the whip lashed out from the floor where its black length rested.
Nancy Redmond shrieked in agony as incandescent pain shot through her boobs. With one wicked stroke the black snake cut away the twin cups of her bra, stinging the soft titflesh beneath like a scorpion.
The girl leaned far over to one side of her chair, mouth working. Her mind reeled in a red haze of pain. Could this really be happening?
Whistle-crack! Like a talon the tip of the whip raked her sensitive bare boobs. She screamed again, clutching protectively at her jugs. Before her hands closed over her tits, they felt Miss Proctor's whip a third time.
Bent over in her chair, stomach twisting with nausea, Nancy felt gingerly at her tortured tits. The flesh seemed unbroken, though her nipples burned as though afire. She could feel the puffiness of welts crossing the soft, snowy tips of her ample boobs. The touch of her hands sent agony thrilling through her ribcage, but Nancy did not dare remove them, for fear Miss Proctor would hit her jugs again.
This was terrible! Compared to the torture of having Miss Proctor expertly and sadistically flog her bared tits, the brutal lashing her father had given Nancy with his belt was almost deliciously mild. The luxurious deep carpet seemed to swim in patterns of russet and black before her eyes and her breath came in panting heaves.
The whip played restlessly across the rich carpet as if seeking a new victim. "Stand up," Miss Proctor commanded. Nancy ignored her, staring at the floor. Leary, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips, had lit a cigarette and was puffing furiously.
This time the whip was silent till it stroked agony along? Nancy's right thigh. She jumped to her feet. The fabric of her knee-length skirt was torn, baring the pale, pain-throbbing skin of her leg.
"What are you doing?" she screamed through a curtain of tears. "Why are you hurting me? Why are you doing this?"
For answer Miss Proctor flicked the whip again. Nancy cringed away with a squeal of terror. But instead of stinging, it ghosted softly across her belly, light as a feather's touch.
"I'm merely doing what your father brought you here to have done to you-teaching you discipline." The full lips smiled. "Of course, he did not know precisely how we do things here at the school, but what he doesn't know, as they say, won't hurt him."
Suddenly the catlike smile went away. "I have told you once always to address me as Mistress, slut," she told the cowering, half-naked girl. "I won't tell you again."
Nancy screamed as the blacksnake slashed her ass. She felt cool air wash over her burning asscheeks through a tear that seemed to cut through dress and panties alike. She half-turned, her arms folded protectively over her jugs. The next time the whip struck it molded itself almost lovingly into a half-circle around her hips and lush, firm buttocks.
As Miss Proctor methodically stripped the clothes from Nancy's quivering body, it drew a flaming tracery of welts on her delicate ass, her upper thighs, the soft flesh around the furry triangle of her twat. Like a crazed marionette the girl danced, squealing in pain and fear, as she was exposed to the lusting gaze of Mr. Leary and the unnatural attentions of the headmistress.
A pistol-shot crack of the whip along her side made Nancy turn in a frenzy from her tormentor, bending over to catch the breath the cruel stroke had driven from her lungs. The crack of her tortured ass smiled open, the toast-brown fur of her pussy tufting beneath. With malicious precision, Miss Proctor brought the six-foot whip slithering over the carpet, then slashing up to lick like an acid tongue at Nancy's vulnerable cunt.
Pain exploded in the girl's pussy. The lash seemed to tear the frilly pink pussy lips away from her tightly-shut gash. She howled like a lost soul and collapsed.
Soft footsteps on the carpet and Miss Proctor stood over the huddled, sobbing form. Her lush lips smiled as her eyes took in the flesh that showed through the tattered rags that were all that remained of her victim's clothes: white and pulsing scarlet. "That's your first lesson, you little bitch," she said, each word falling like the lash of the blacksnake. "Now it's time for your second."
Her red hair tossed as she turned her head to Leary. "Your turn," she said. "Be rough with her."
Grinning with anticipation, Leary rose and paced across to his superior's broad desk. He pressed a buzzer. The tang of aroused pussy seeped into Nancy's nostrils, its pungency reaching her brain through the fog of agony, shame and despair, which lay over her like a blanket.
The evil bitch! the girl thought, and balled a little tighter into the fetal position, arms wrapped around her knees. She got turned on, whipping me like that. Despite her pain and the horror of her situation, Nancy's stomach twisted a little with revulsion.
Miss Proctor had gone back to the chair behind her desk. She sat with the whip coiled like a serpent in her lap, as if she derived some sexual pleasure from the feel of its hardness on her skirted thighs. Leary had taken her place looming over the girl. Nancy heard the deliberate whir as he unzipped his pants, which fell with a soft rustle beside her head. She moaned and buried her face in the deep carpet.
The door opened. More footsteps came into the room. Nancy felt herself grabbed under the armpits, and then she was being hauled to her feet.
She tried to struggle but the strength had left her body. Her head hung listlessly, her glorious golden-amber hair falling onto her naked tits. Then she took a sidelong glance at the new arrivals, and stiffened.
Pinioning her arms were two teenaged girls no older than herself!
To Nancy's right was a petite girl with jugs like melons that threatened to burst through the straining fabric of a tan workshirt tied up to leave her belly bare. To her left was a willowy blonde in slacks and a tee shirt. Her boobs were small and cone-shaped, and the nipples struck out like arrowheads.
"What are you doing? Why are you helping them?" she yelled, tossing her head from side to side.
The smaller girl laughed and shook midnight hair from her forehead, where it hung low in bangs. "Don't worry, sister, it's just an initiation. We all have to go through it."
"You wouldn't expect us to let you get out of something we had to take," the blonde said.
Surprisingly strong arms propelled Nancy forward toward the oaken desk. She dug in her heels, but it did no good. The two girls dragged her resistlessly forward.
The edge of the desk cut into Nancy's bare belly. Then she was being bent forward, down. Her tits swung down so that the shiny hardwood touched them with a cool kiss. Then the pillowy jugs flattened as the girl's weight came onto them.
Nancy's ass was sticking up in the air, naked and vulnerable. She felt more than heard Mr. Leary position himself behind her. A wave of heat from his rigid cock washed over her upturned butt. A beginning of fear tickled in the base of Nancy's throat as she guessed what was in store for her. The desktop burned her cheek as she tried to twist her face back to see what was happening behind her.
The blonde and brunette walked around the desk, pulling Nancy's arms so that she was stretched taut over the desk. "All right, Mr. Leary," the blonde girl said. "Ream her out."
The rubbery hardness of Leary's cock probed into the widely-splayed crack between Nancy's whip-reddened asscheeks. The air ripped from her lungs in a fearful scream.
He was going to buttfuck her. Without lubricating his cock!
As the tip of the stiff prick poked Nancy's butt once more she turned her face forward, toward Miss Proctor, toward the pair holding her in position for her further degradation. She saw no pity on any face. Miss Proctor's cold and lovely features held an expression of lust and exultation. The faces of the girls holding Nancy were tense with anticipation. The brunette licked her lips with a small coral tongue.
With his cock nestled between the once-snowy mounds of Nancy's ass, Leary paused to take a cigarette from the pack in the breast pocket of the shirt he was still wearing and light it Then he put his hands on the demiglobes of assflesh. Gently, firmly, he began to pull them apart.
The touch of his hands on her beaten ass felt as though the palms were coated with acid, but Nancy barely noticed the pain for the fear that gripped her. Despite the contraction of every muscle in her luscious body, her asshole was opening to the pressure of Leary's hands. Already the tip of his prick fit into the hole like a ball in a cup. Another few seconds and the unlubricated cock would be inside her helpless poop-chute.
And from the size of the cock-head pressing like a wedge into her dilating asshole, Leary's prick was big enough to rip her apart!
She lifted her face. The desk was unyielding beneath her chin and her neck muscles cracked. "You can't let him do this!" she implored Miss Proctor. She felt the pressure of the cockhead forcing open her asshole, forging its way into her forbidden, bone-dry poop-chute. "It's rape-it's against the law!"
Miss Proctor smiled cruelly.
"But you can't-my father-AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
With a mighty grunt of effort Leary crammed the swollen glans of his prick into the reluctant opening. A ring of flesh clamped behind the flaring cockhead. Delightful sensation flooded into his balls.
The pain was intense. "Oh, it's huge-soooo huge!" the naked captive sobbed. "It's going to tear me apart-get it oooooouuuut!"
"That's only the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart," the little black-haired girl said tauntingly. "Wait till you feel the rest of his nine inches!" She shivered as if in remembrance of pleasure and pain.
Quivering with lust and tension, Leary's magnificent prick began to slide into Nancy's ass. Or rather, rasp into the girl's bottom; the dry-walled channel resisted furiously, so that both its interior and Leary's cock were grated ruthlessly. "That's the way," the lean man groaned. He blew smoke into the air. "Just keep fighting me. The more you fight it, the snugger the fit will be on my cock!"
He looked down. Ash fell like grey snow on the perfectly-molded demiglobes of Nancy's ass.
Behind, the thickness of his cock looked like a fat brown tail growing from between. His fingers made depressions on the outsides of the matching butt cheeks, and his thumbs pressed in the walls of the crevice of the girl's ass. His own stomach was flattened from exertion, and as he watched his rock-hard cock diminished before his very eyes.
Nancy's captors were breathing heavily now, but Miss Proctor was aloof and cool as a statue of ice. Two spots of color on her high cheekbones matched the carmine of her lips. Otherwise, only the cruel lewdness of her smile showed any sign she was reacting to the painful, carnal scene being played out on the desk in front of her.
Farther and farther went the cock up Nancy's ass. Grinding pain filled her butt-her whole body. The surface of Leary's prick seemed as harsh as a cheese grater, shredding the sensitive lining of her rectum.
"Stop," she choked out through teeth gritted against the intense, unrelenting agony. "Please stop! You're hurting me. You're ruining me! My asshole is going to rip wide open any minute! STOP!"
"Your butt's not going to burst," the tall blonde breathed. "Just feels that way. Ooh, that Leary fucks butts so good!" She rolled her hips, kneading the fabric-clad bun of her cunt against the edge of the desk.
"That's right," the smaller girl agreed. Her eyes seemed glued to the milk-white ass and the mammoth cock driving slowly into it. "Just relax, baby. Relax and enjoy it."
Relax and enjoy it! Nancy thought. How could anyone enjoy such dreadful torment? How could anyone enjoy watching it-or inflicting it? She knew that her narrow ass channel fit around Leary's big prick more tightly than the tightest of cunts, and that its manic grip would fill his prick with unbelievable sensation. But he seemed to be getting as much of a turn-on from watching her writhe and hearing her moan, knowing Nancy was in agony and he was causing it, as from having his anally-buried cock crushed by her unwilling ass. He was a sadist!
In and in.
In and in. Pain like barbed wire being pushed up her butt, rending, tearing-the most brutal, painful, intimate invasion of her tender young body possible. Through it all a sudden, clear thought cut.
Gwen and Owen.
Gwen had taken Owen's hard cock up her ass, and she had seemed to love it. Nancy didn't think Gwen was a masochist. Of course, Owen's prick was nowhere the size of Leary's elephantine cock, and it had been well greased with the sweet oils of his girl friend's pussy. But Nancy would try. With a deliberate effort of will that made sweat start on her forehead, Nancy forced her muscles to relax. Her asshole ceased its struggle to resist the onslaught of Leary's prick.
Leary gasped as his cock went into Nancy's rump to the hilt. His balls slapped loosely against the downturned mouth of the girl's pussy. His hands clenched convulsively at the full, ripe assflesh they held.
Despite her new resolve, Nancy shrieked. God, it was terrible. It was as if an entire telephone pole-an old, dry, splintery telephone pole-had been driven up her ass. The inflated tip of Leary's cock seemed to pulse and throb somewhere in her belly. The valley between her buttocks was drawn almost flat from the asscheeks being wedged apart. And the whole unbearable length of her assailant's cock seemed to burn her bowels like a red-hot iron!
Slowly the giant prick began to draw out. Nancy gasped. The pain was too great for her to find her voice. The suction was threatening to suck her guts inside out as the fat cock withdrew. White heat of friction seared the whole length of her ass channel.
One word hammered in Nancy's brain: relax, relax, relax! That was her only hope. Her one chance of diminishing the unbearable agony-of surviving this terrible, humiliating experience.
She opened her eyes. Leary's cock slid from her anus as though surfaced with a million tiny fishhooks, shredding her membranes as it went. A few beads of sweat had appeared on Miss Proctor's fine upper hp.
The brunette moaned with passion. One hand let go of Nancy's arm to massage her crotch. The blonde was grinding her pussy mindlessly against the headmistress' desk.
Relax! The sight of the three females strengthened Nancy's determination. They would not be able to get their perverted rocks off watching her squirm.
If her pain was their pleasure, she was going to make herself enjoy being fucked up the ass!
The shaft of Leary's prick was back in the open air. Only the cockhead was still trapped in Nancy's asshole. It was a temporary respite, despite the burning agony pulsing up and down the torn-feeling passage of her butt.
The pressure started again. Relax! Nancy gritted her teeth.
The entry of the cock was much easier this time. Because its girth was rasping along nerve-ends already rubbed raw by the massive cock, it was no less painful than the first time it went up Nancy's butt. But it was quicker, over with sooner.
With barely a pause to feel the whole tremendous length of his cock being squeezed by Nancy's poop-chute, Leary pulled it back. It moved easily, almost freely. The man muttered disappointment. It was neither as snug or as emotionally satisfying now that the girl wasn't resisting. He drew out till once again just the head of his prick was up his victim's butt, then rammed it back home with brutal force, hoping to elicit squeals of agony.
Instead he heard a moan of pleasure?
The constant message Nancy was forcing through her mind, to relax, enjoy, deprive her torturers of their sadistic joy, had finally had effect. She felt the delicious seep of juices deep within her pussy. And, though it still hurt monumentally, the intrusion of Leary's stiff cock sent a jolt of pleasure lancing through Nancy's almost-nude body!
Rhythmically, Leary began to fuck his prick in and out of the now-willing girl's ass. To his surprise, she began to roll her hips, churning her firm buttocks around and around the plunging cock. She was fucking him back, as abandonedly as he was fucking her butt!
But this was supposed to be rape! Well, what the hell. The fabulous motion of her butt cheeks around his rigid prick felt even better than the pressure he felt when she was trying to keep his cock out of her ass!
No longer was it taking a conscious act of will for Nancy's asshole to swallow Leary's prick. Every stroke in and out sent pain crackling up the girl's back. But now it was only an edge to the sweet pleasure thrilling her every nerve. This was fucking-hard, fast, furious! She knew now what Gwen had felt with Owen pumping his cock in and out of her plump, saucy butt. She knew now why the look of ecstasy had transfigured her friend's features.
It was heaven with a taste of hell, a more intense experience than anything she'd ever known. Somehow the pain acted like a catalyst on the pleasure, and the resulting bliss threatened to drive Nancy mad.
"Keep it up!" she howled, cheek once more pressed to the wooden surface. "Keep fucking me hard. Hurt me, hurt me good! Fuck my butt till I die!"
Leary knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. It felt as though he'd fucked his cock into a hot, dry blender. He wasn't sure when he finally spent his lust in a surge of jism that he'd pull anything but a charred nub of his mighty cock from that pumping, bucking butt-but he didn't care! What a fuck this chick was giving him!
The brunette and the blonde were almost beside themselves. They didn't mind that Nancy wasn't hurting anymore. Their libidos seemed almost in communion with hers, and her ecstasy was thrilling them to the depths of their sopping pussies. Only Miss Proctor was not in the grip of raging lust. She looked on, faint approval beginning to color her expression.
Nancy felt the delicious warning tingle deep in her cunt. Her pussy was awash with cunt sauce. The fragrant stuff ran from the slack pussy lips into the red-gold fur of her muff. She was going to come as she had never come before.
"Blow it off!" she begged. "Let your wad off up my ass! I want to feel your jism burning my rectum, feel it run out my poor asshole! Come in my butt!"
Leary was close, so close. His balls made slapping sounds, wet now, as they bounced off the girl's cunt with every forward thrust of his cock. His cigarette had burned almost to his lips, but he was scarcely aware of it. All he was aware of was his growing need to come.
It hit Nancy first. Her nipples were hard and hot, seeming to drill into the cool desktop. The cock plunging madly in and out of her butt was generating an erotic electricity that filled the room. Then Leary fucked into her, all the way, balls-deep in Nancy's ass.
Nancy came.
Her wild cry of delight was the first warning Leary had. Then her whole body seemed to go mad. Her belly made a sucking noise as it came off the desk. Her tits were squashed flatter still as she ground her ass against Leary's hairy crotch, impaling herself on that unyielding bar of cock. All her senses were ablaze with joy, and her body thrummed like a plucked bowstring as her every muscle tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened.
Leary felt the pressure in his balls grow unbearable. He had to blow off his come. He had to fill that seething ass channel with his entire load of sperm.
Nancy was gobbling and gasping as her lust spent itself in a fury of orgasm. Soft cries from the brunette and a strangled noise from the blonde, whose head was thrown back on its long graceful neck and whose hair was streaming down her back, showed they were coming too, brought off by the sight and the sound and the smell of the helpless girl being ass-raped and coming to climax from it. Nancy's soft butt cheeks turned to rock beneath Leary's hands as orgasm clamped them tight around the invading pole of prick.
Then his body was trembling with the urgency of need. He had to come! But there was something missing.
Panting, he puffed till the coal end of his much-shortened cigarette glowed red. Nancy's cunt drooled fragrance down her legs as she sighed and came and fucked herself to frenzy on his huge cock. The ember of the cigarette seemed to be reflected in Miss Proctor's big green eyes.
Deliberately, Leary took the stub from his mouth. He brought it down toward the churning, perfect ass his cock was driven into. The coal touched white flesh. Leary stubbed the cigarette out on Nancy's left buttock, and came with a long groan of delight.
Nancy's hideous shriek blended with Miss Proctor's wail of pleasure. Miss Proctor was coming, at the very instant the fiery cigarette tip destroyed Nancy's climax.
The smell of cunt juice mingled with the smell of the come bubbling out of Nancy's asshole, around the still-pumping cock-and the slight stench of singed flesh.