Chapter 5
"Come along," the blonde girl said, and turned away from the door. For a moment Nancy sat on the bed, looking after her with empty eyes.
A girl lying on a top bunk across the room rolled over on her side and grinned down at Nancy. "Better get a move on," she grinned. "From the way you looked when you came in, you've already had a taste of what they do to people who make them mad."
Hesitantly, Nancy stood up, pulling down the hem of the tee shirt she'd put on to replace her ruined clothes. Her hand brushed her ass, and she winced.
The other girl nodded knowingly. "Oh, so Leary pulled his stubbing-his-cigarette-out-on-your-ass trick, huh?" Nancy nodded. "Yeah, he gets to cornhole all the new arrivals. Sometimes he likes to, uh, sort of embellish it a little."
Nancy gave herself a reflexive once-over in a full-length mirror set in the wall. A good shower had washed away all visible traces of the pain and degradation she'd undergone that afternoon. With her golden-red hair shining to her shoulders, her voluptuous young body naked beneath the white tee shirt and shorts, she looked like any other pretty, healthy American adolescent girl. Except for a slightly haunted look to her huge amber eyes.
At the door she paused and turned back. "What is this I'm supposed to go to?" she asked. "Somebody told me it's some kind of dramatic presentation, but I haven't rehearsed or anything."
The other girl turned toward the wall. "Oh, you don't need any rehearsing," she said in a muffled voice. "You'll know what to do when the time comes."
It was late dusk on the Proctor Reform School campus-or compound, which was more what it looked like to the young girl as she walked toward the theater building. The dorm, which housed the forty or so inmates of the school faced the administration and classroom building across a graded and graveled road. At the end of the road, away from the city lights spreading out below the ridge on which the school was built, was the theater, which for some reason was larger than the classroom building. Surrounding the whole thing was an eight foot wire fence, which rumor said was electrified I wouldn't put it past the bastards, Nancy thought. She was a prisoner here, as much a prisoner as though she were in the state pen-with one difference: she had no rights at all. As Miss Proctor and her brutal sideburned henchman Mr. Leary had proven that afternoon, she was little better than property.
There were a few cars parked by the front entrance to the theater, which puzzled Nancy. The girls at Proctor were not allowed cars-they weren't even allowed off the grounds. The mystery unresolved, she went around to the back and in through the entrance she'd been told to take.
A dim flight of stairs led her down to a corridor floored with white and green tiles. She walked down the corridor, paused at a closed door at the end. Report to the Green Room, she had been told. She opened the door and stepped inside, blinking at the bright light that filled the room.
"It took you long enough," the tall blonde said languidly. She lay on a couch to one side. "We'll overlook it-this time."
She stood up. Nancy felt a surge of panic as the taller girl approached her. "Out the far door, down the hall, go into the first open cubicle on the left, and take off all your clothes. Someone will come for you when it's time."
"Take off all my clothes? What are you talking about?"
The blonde took another step toward Nancy. "You're not going to be uncooperative, are you?" she asked pleasantly. "I wish you would, though. Maybe Miss Proctor would let me play with you, instead of that bitch-"
Nancy didn't hear the rest. She flew out the door and into the indicated cubicle as though it was the safest of havens.
A low bench, a sink, and a full-length mirror were all the furnishings in the room. The door wouldn't lock, to Nancy's dismay. The look in the blonde's blue eyes made her cold even to think about.
Slowly, she began to undress herself. Her every fiber revolted against acting in dumb obedience, but what choice did she have? Walking still caused pains to shoot through her violated asshole.
She had no choice.
She skinned the thin shirt off over her head. Her ample tits bobbled free. Her sandals she kicked into a corner, and then she unzipped her shorts and slid them gingerly off her hips, down her long tapering thighs. Despite her care, she felt a twinge of pain as the shorts rubbed the burn on her ass.
The teenager stood and surveyed her nakedness in the mirror. So much had happened in the last-was it no more than twenty-four hours? A little more perhaps. Only yesterday afternoon she had stumbled home from watching Owen and Gwen's forbidden fucking, to find her brother Greg, jacking off that magnificent prick of his.
It wouldn't do to remember all that. A mist of tears fell like a gauze curtain between her eyes and the reflected image of her nude body. She blinked her eyes clear. How could all this have happened? All her hopes and dreams had come crashing down around her. Her love once had betrayed her in obscene ways she could never have imagined. And now she was hopelessly trapped, forced to choose between torture-and possible disfigurement, she reminded herself, turning to look at the angry red mark left by Leary's cigarette-and submitting to the bizarre lusts of the headmistress and her sadistic assistant.
Her eyes roved over the image of her supple, naked body. Her breasts were far fuller than most girl's, but as firm and taut as ripe fruit. Her belly was a gentle dome, curving down to a neat triangle of golden pussy fur couched between satin-skinned thighs. She half-turned, and her asscheeks were perfect alabaster globes, marred only by the mark Leary had branded her with. She was a beautiful girl, she knew.
A strange determination came over Nancy Redmond. She would survive her ordeal here at Proctor Reform School, and she would somehow escape. And then, she would get her own back. With interest "You ready?" Nancy jumped and turned. She hadn't even heard the door open. A girl of about her own height stood there, a pretty, slender adolescent with small tits that seemed to stare at Nancy with the brown eyes of their nipples, which hardened under Nancy's gaze.
What was going on here? In spite of her experiences since being brought to the school, Nancy was unprepared for the sight of the new girl's costume. She wore a leather vest open at the front, a leather skirt that didn't even come to the bottom of her pert ass, and high, shiny boots. A thin rope was coiled at her waist. Other than that, she was stark naked. Her pale flesh contrasted sharply with the darkness of the leather.
The strangely-dressed-or undressed-girl tossed short brown hair out of her eyes. "Come on," she said. "We haven't got all night."
Dumbly, Nancy followed the girl down a short hallway to a flight of stairs leading upwards. Her abbreviated skirt tended to ride up her well-rounded butt as she walked, and Nancy could see she was naked beneath. They mounted the stairs. A slice of brown-tufted pussy peeked at Nancy from between her guide's creamy butt cheeks as they climbed.
At the top, Nancy found herself in the wings of a wooden floored stage. Sounds came from the theater, as if the house held an audience. "What am I supposed to do?" Nancy whispered urgently.
The other girl had pulled the rope from her waist and was tying a noose. "Just do what comes naturally," she grinned, and flipped the noose over Nancy's head.
Before Nancy could react, the rope was taut and the girl was dragging her toward the glare of the stagelights. Off-balance and choking, it was all the naked adolescent could do to keep from going down on all fours on the bare hardwood floor.
The bright lights had warmed the planking of the stage. Half stooped over, frightened half to death, Nancy blinked into the dazzle. She heard sounds, excited eager sounds, and then vision returned.
She screamed.
The auditorium was small, but it was well-filled. At least thirty men sat in the folding seats, applauding the spectacle of a nude girl dragged onstage by a rope.
Instinctively, the captive tried to flee. The tightening rope cut off her wind and brought up short, gasping and clawing at it with frantic fingers. She broke a nail. The momentary pang of pain went unnoticed amidst boiling currents of fear, humiliation, astonishment.
They were watching her-raping her with their lustful gazes. They were measuring the swell of her tits, taking in the fleecy softness of her cunt, commenting to one another on the way her boobs and ass juggled as she moved and the sweat gleamed all over her bare body.
For some reason she was excruciatingly conscious of the burn on her butt. The thought of all these men staring at the mark was more embarrassing than anything else. What would they think?
"On your knees, slut!" The harsh words came out of nowhere. Nancy heard them without comprehending their meaning. Then a sudden tug on her leash brought her to her knees with a painful thud.
"You are an undisciplined bitch," the leather girl's voice declared. Nancy shook her hair from her eyes. Her tormentor was standing in a dazzle of floodlights. Her thickly thatched cunt bush swam in midair two feet from Nancy's nose. The captive could smell the odor of the brown-haired wench's cunt.
"You are here to learn the meaning of discipline and obedience. You will learn to obey. Do you understand?"
Nancy shook her head. Her mouth formed the word no over and over, but no sound came out.
She crawled away, expecting the impact of a whip for her show of defiance. Instead, the other girl laughed and clapped her hands. Then with a savage jerk on the rope, she forced Nancy forward, so that she was crawling on all fours with her bounteous tits swinging freely beneath her.
Bare feet slapped against the planking. A weight came down on Nancy's back, and then two more girls, dressed like the first, knelt beside her and belted a thick strap across her belly. To Nancy's momentary relief, one of them then loosened the rope around her neck and pulled it off over her head. But then one girl grabbed a handful of her gleaming hair and pulled it cruelly tight, while the other fitted some kind of harness over Nancy's face. It smelled of leather and oil.
Something was being pressed against her lips. She shook her head, heedless of the pain from her pulled hair. Then a hand pinched her nose, and in a moment she had to open her mouth to breathe. A round bar of cold metal clinked between her teeth, and the harness was strapped tight behind her head. The two girls leapt up and ran off, hair flying, tits bouncing abandonedly.
Nancy knew then what she was wearing. A saddle and a miniature bit. They'd made an animal out of her, a naked animal to be used and abused for the sexual pleasure of her captors and the heavy-breathing audience. She knew with sick certainty what was coming next. A ball of ice formed in her stomach.
The crowd went wild. Nancy glanced up, and almost lost control despite herself.
The tiny, but big-titted, brunette who had helped hold her had strutted on stage. She was dressed in a black hunt cap, high black boots-and no more, except the glistening coat of sweat that covered her ivory-white body. She held a riding whip in a small hand. Shiny silver spurs jingled at her heels. Panicking, Nancy tried to spit out the bit. It stayed put, filling her mouth with the flavor of metal and oil.
Purposefully, the black-haired girl strode to Nancy's side. The saddled teenager tried to get to her feet. With a lithe bound the brunette straddled her. Nancy collapsed heavily onto her elbows.
The girl dug her spurs into Nancy's bare sides.
The audience howled approval. Nancy squealed in pain and fell forward. The combined weight of her body and the smaller girl's squashed her tits painfully against the unyielding floor.
"Get up!" the rider commanded,, Nancy lay unmoving. The girl yanked on the reins attached to the bit in Nancy's mouth. The metal tugged at the corners of her mouth painfully, but still Nancy refused to budge. It was just too much. There was only so much degradation she could be forced to endure.
The girl astride Nancy's back turned and smiled evilly at the audience. Then she turned and brought her riding crop whistling down between Nancy's upturned asscheeks.
" Yeeeeee AAAAAHHHHH!" Nancy shrieked. With a sudden surge of energy she pushed up from the floor, rearing upright, trying to dislodge her tormentor. The other girl hung on gamely, clamping her knees against Nancy's bare sides.
Hands balled into fists, Nancy struck at the other girl. She heard the smack! of her hand on bare flesh. The brunette cried out and lashed Nancy viciously across the tits.
Her nipples stung as if they were afire. Perversely, they hardened, as if the searing pain was turning Nancy on. She tried to grab the girl, who braced her feet in the stirrups and leaned forward. She brought the crop down again.
With unerring accuracy the whip came down between Nancy's quivering thighs. It bit right into the cleft between the lips of her pussy, smashing down on her ultrasensitive clit with smashing force. "GOD!" Nancy cried, and collapsed again.
"You won't try that again, will you?" the girl in the peaked black hair demanded. The whip cracked against a gleaming asscheek. Nancy convulsed, squealing. "Will you?"
"N-no."
Her buttcheeks tightened to the sound of the riding crop cutting air. This time the stroke landed on the brand Leary had given her earlier. "Ngahhh!" Nancy gasped.
"Get up," the rider ordered. Nancy yelped as her hips were raked by the girl's spurs. She tried to get her arms under her. She wasn't quick enough for the girl, who laid a stinging hail of blows on Nancy's tender rump.
Aching all over, Nancy finally struggled to her hands and knees. Every man in the audience was staring at her. She could feel their lustful gazes boring into her. She could hear the small rustling noises they made as they shifted in their seats, squirming from horniness. What a show! The sight of a naked girl being whipped, abused, and dominated by another was more nerve-grindingly erotic than anything any of them had even dreamed of.
And the show had just begun!
A drop of something wet and damp crawled from the edge of the saddle down Nancy's side. Blood, she thought, I'm bleeding. Then an all-too-familiar smell reached her nostrils. The aroma of hungry, randy, drooling cunt. Her tormentor was getting every bit as horny as the men in the audience.
The lightest flick of whip-tip on bare butt stirred Nancy into motion. On hands and knees she walked around the stage, steered by the bit in her mouth, urged by whip and spurs when she faltered. Her knees ached terribly and her arms shook, but she allowed herself to be put through her paces obediently as a trained spaniel. She couldn't take any more pain.
"Good girl," her rider nodded approvingly. The crop slid down her side and began to caress a pendulous jug. "Are you ready to obey my every command."
"Yes."
The whip jabbed Nancy's tit. "Louder."
"YES!" Tears streamed freely down Nancy's cheeks. Would this never end.
A brief sensation of floating took her by surprise. The smaller girl had dismounted! Washer stint over? She felt fingers fumbling at the back of her neck, and relief washed over her as the bit was eased from between her swollen lips and the halter was allowed to hang loose around her neck. Yes! She was free. The ordeal was over.
With a plop! the smaller girl's saucy buttocks hit the floorboards. Her fishpale thighs parted and a blast of rank odor from her hot cunt hit Nancy in the face. "All right then, bitch. Eat my pussy!"
Nancy's stomach turned over. "No!" she gasped in revulsion.
The brunette grabbed the dangling bridle. She threw her booted legs over Nancy's shoulders and pulled the girl's unwilling face full into the midst of her steaming cunt!
Nancy shut her eyes as a damp mat of pussy fur clamped over her nose and mouth. The reek of cunt was overpowering. The feel of the rough, bristly pubic hairs, slimed and oily with the juices of the girl's cunt, made her sick to the core of her very being. She squirmed her hips around. The sopping lips of her pussy opened, smearing a pungent kiss over Nancy's tightly-shut lips The onlookers sat forward in their seats. Thirty flies were strained to the breaking points by raging hard-ons. "Tongue me out!" the rider cried. "Shove your tongue up my twat! Pleasure me-or I'll hurt you!"
To emphasize her words she dug at Nancy's shoulders with her spurs. Nancy started to open her mouth in dumb obedience. The brunette ground her splayed cunt against Nancy's face, and cunt juice filled her nose. She gagged.
The riding crop bit a well-padded hip. Nancy opened her mouth in a cry of pain. Instantly, her mouth was filled with squirming, slimy, reeking pussy lips.
Nancy wagged her head, trying to get the nauseating flaps of pussy flesh out of her mouth. The other girl threw back her head with a sobbing cry of ecstasy. Her efforts to spit out the cuntlips were giving her tormentor unbelievable pleasure.
With her tongue Nancy tried to shove the rubbery pussy lips from her mouth. She inadvertently touched the girl's swollen cut with her tongue-tip. Silky thighs clamped like a vise around her neck. The smaller girl lay back against the oak floor. Her ass came off the planking and she thrust her brimming pussy into Nancy's face. "God, I'm coming!" she cried. "Keep eating me-eat my pussy good!"
Nancy had no choice but to comply. With the other girl's strong young legs wrapped around her neck, and the death-grip the brunette had on the bridle, she couldn't have budged. The other girl's pussy seemed to have a life of its own. Nancy felt the tumultuous contractions of cunt muscles, felt the girl's pussy mouth pulse in and out, felt the white-hot-fever within the other's naked body.
It was getting to her too, she realized. She was getting turned on by feeling the girl come under her lips and tongue. The taste of pussy sauce was no longer rank and offensive to her. She could feel the moistness welling up in her own pussy tunnel, starting to seep out and dampen the reddish gold hairs around her own pussy hole!
At last the tremors of orgasm subsided in the black-haired girl's body. Her ass lowered itself back to the floor. A slow insistent pressure on the bridle kept Nancy's face pressed firmly in the morass of her cunt. But no longer did Nancy have to be forced to tongue and suck the girl's pussy!
She was no longer aware of the pain, the shame, the fact that an auditorium full of horny men was watching her be forced to perform Lesbian acts.
All that existed for her was the wet, willing pussy. She explored it eagerly with her lips and her tongue, sucking the frilly pink cunt-curtains in between her teeth, laving her tongue up and down the dripping slit. With the saddle on her back and her abused ass up in the air, she was sublimely unconscious.
So preoccupied was Nancy with her first session of cunt eating that she didn't hear the collective gasp the audience gave, nor the sounds of booted feet coming up behind her. She didn't know anything was about to happen, in fact, till something long and hard and cold suddenly stabbed deep into her pussy from behind.
She screamed straight into her mouthful of pussy. "Oh, YES," groaned the booted girl, arching her back.
It was as if ice water had been thrown over Nancy. She twisted her head around so that she could look over her shoulder.
Behind her Miss Proctor stood on her knees, her magnificent body naked but for high heels, silk stockings, and a red garter belt. And the leather harness of a dildo strapped over the fiery crimson delta of her cunt.
She smiled as she saw Nancy looking back at her. She pulled the dildo out a little bit, twisting it as she did so. The unyielding plastic felt hard as steel inside Nancy's cunt. It seemed about to tear her pussy walls open, yet at the same time painful pleasure pulsed from her cunt.
A biting pain between her shoulders as the black-haired girl hit her with the riding crop brought her attention back to the black-bearded pussy pressed over her face. Curly cunt hairs tickled her nose and rasped her chin. She started chewing on a resilient mouthful of cuntlips, trying to ignore this new violation from behind.
Miss Proctor looked out at the audience. Thirty customers, all influential members of the community, all well-heeled, all very willing to spend nice amounts of money for an evening of extra-special entertainment. Miss Proctor had life by the balls. Not only did her school bring in money from the parents of her charges, it brought her warm, full-bodied playthings to be used to act out her sexual fantasies. The girls could be cowed, or beaten into submission, and they wouldn't dare say a word to their parents. They wouldn't be believed if they did! And more than that, her dramatic presentations-and other special services her pupils rendered-brought in money from citizens with a taste for the unusual.
What a life! She turned her head and looked down at the quivering white globes of assflesh to either side of the thick artificial cock. She pushed forward with her hips, feeling the base of the dildo grinding against her clit, watching the demiglobes of Nancy's butt being wedged farther and farther apart as the plastic prick slid between them.
Nancy gasped. The dildo must have been a foot long! Endlessly it slid into her pussy, corkscrewing as it went. The hard, pointed tip seemed to grate over raw nerve ends inside the sensitive channel of Nancy's cunt. Pain and pleasure battled in her body.
The dildo was harder than Greg's big cock had been, and her pussy thrilled to its hardness. But at the same time the cold unliving feel of it repelled her. And Miss Proctor was using it with brutal strength, driving it deliberately into her cunt with an agonizing spiral motion. It hurt almost as bad as Leary's cock reaming her ass had, but Nancy was so turned on by having the dildo fucked up her cunt she could barely stand it.
Unconsciously, she had taken the black-haired girl's clit between her lips and was kneading it while her tongue played over the pearly cunt-node. The other girl's riding cap, strapped under her chin, was askew. She lay with her eyes closed and her mouth open, mouthing silent words as total pleasure submerged her being.
Miss Proctor put her hands on Nancy's warm ass. She began fucking the saddled adolescent with long, hard strokes of the dildo, ramming it home till the fiery strands of her cunt bush tickled Nancy's white buns, then bringing it out so that only the very tip remained stuck between her captive's cuntlips. Every stroke hurt more-but every one turned Nancy on more. The conflict of agony and unbearable pleasure was driving her crazy.
The passion building to a peak in Nancy's body was transmitting itself to the brunette through the bigger girl's restless tongue, playing exquisitely over her clit as Nancy sucked it. The small girl's cunt juice had been whipped to a froth by Nancy's oral attentions, and foam ran down the captive's chin.
Miss Proctor could feel Nancy's body shuddering with passion. It was almost as if the dildo were a real cock, as if it had nerve endings so she could feel the wet pussy walls closing in around it as it went home, sucking urgently on it as it drew out. Her own clit was gorged with blood and tuned to the slightest pressure or motion. When she fucked the dildo in and out of Nancy Redmond's cunt, her own cunt filled with delight. Warm pussy sauces ran down her leg.
The black-haired girl had let go of bridle and crop and grabbed Nancy's glorious hair with both hands. Her legs were straight, the black boots waving in the air as she pulled the bigger girl's avidly sucking face into her pussy. Her rump was soaking with Nancy's saliva and her own pussy juice. The men in the audience could see the half-moons of ass glowing in the floodlights.
Nancy finally released the trapped clit to plunge her tongue into the roiling depths of the other girl's greedy cunt. "You're about to bring me off," the girl gasped. "Keep it-unnngggh!"
A velvet noose clamped on Nancy's tongue. She felt her tongue being drawn into the spicy depths of the girl's pussy by the strength of her orgasm. Behind her, Miss Proctor was furiously pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt with a rhythmic squelching sound. A fine spray of cunt juice flew up, dewing her butt, Miss Proctor's pale firm belly. The rock-hard artificial cock crammed Nancy's pussy full, left it begging for more as it came out, then shot home again with agonizing, brutal power. It hurt. It hurt horribly. It felt as if Nancy would split wide open.
But at the same time it was a million times better than anything she'd ever felt before!
Then the world exploded in red sparks as orgasm grabbed Nancy and shook her in a giant's grip. She screamed with unbridled ecstasy into the spasming pussy her face was thrust into, heard Miss Proctor grunt as her own cunt twisted with orgasm, and then she blacked out.