Chapter 8
Nancy's ass felt as if it had been filled and coated with napalm, inside and out, and set afire. But overriding the burning pain was the blinding, gut-wrenching cataclysm of orgasm. Leary's tongue-lashing was bringing her off!
Gwen sobbed loudly. The two girls' asses were soaked with cunt juice and Leary's saliva. The assistant headmaster felt a hot rush of oils spill over his face from the plumper girl's cunt, and he knew Gwen was coming as hot and heavy as Nancy.
He was coming too. Miss Proctor's cunt seemed to be trying to suck his cock clear to her tonsils. He began pumping machine-gun bursts of jism into the farthest reaches of the redhead's pussy. He seemed to be bathed in rich cunt sauces from three climaxing, slavering pussies.
Miss Proctor's orgasm sucked Leary's cock dry. It shook her magnificent nude body like a rag doll and then dropped her. She cried out in the final throes of passion and fell onto her side.
Leary's deflating cock slipped gently from her red-furred pussy. It uncorked a brief torrent of cunt honey and spent jism. The whip fell from her hand.
Nancy could barely believe the whipping had stopped. Her ass was still monstrously sore from the lashing, and from the terrible twisting and prodding of the broomstick implanted in it. At the same time, the frantic clenching and unclenching of her pussy was only just dying away. She had actually come, while being brutally tortured.
"Nancy," Gwen said in a strangled voice, "what's happening to us?" Nancy knew that her friend had had the same experience.
"They're changing us," Nancy said bitterly. "They're not content to make us perform like puppets. They have to change us as well as fuck us!"
Miss Proctor climbed to her feet. Pussy juice and sperm slobbered her thighs. She walked languidly around to where Gwen's cheek lay against the floor and sat down.
"All right, bitch," she said, parting her thighs. "Lick my pussy clean!"
Gwen made a gagging sound. Miss Proctor had retrieved her whip. She let it do the talking. A new welt crawled across Gwen's bare ass, and both bound girls howled at the renewed agony in then-assholes.
Something damp and sticky dripped onto Nancy's cheek. She looked up to see Leary's fire-hose-like cock, thoroughly slimed with his jism and Miss Proctor's pussy potion, dangling inches above her face. "You know the drill, baby," he leered. "Lick it clean or suffer."
Philosophically, Nancy took the prick into her mouth and began tonguing it. Certainly it was nasty-rubbery and greasy, like uncooked squid. But so what? She'd had worse things in her mouth the last two weeks. Much worse. Cunt sauce and sperm were nothing new by this time.
Gwen, however, was having a bad time licking the headmistress' satiated cunt clean. She had never eaten pussy before, and the very idea nauseated her. To make things worse, Miss Proctor's cunt was a gooey mess of congealing come. Little gobbets of it were scattered everywhere in the folds and crevices of the pink quim. The smell made her stomach turn, and the taste was worse.
Still, the idea of feeling the cut of the whip again, and then the wrenching in her bowels as the broomstick twisted, made Gwen's stomach turn too. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she lapped Miss Proctor's cunt clean as a newborn baby's.
Finally Nancy and Gwen's disgusting chores were done. The headmistress and her assistant got to their feet. Girls came out and began pulling Gwen and Nancy slowly apart. The broomstick rasped their ass channels like sandpaper, but when it came out, it was sweet relief.
Gradually, she became aware of the audience once more. The nearest men were scarcely ten feet away. Nancy didn't waste any energy on embarrassment at what she'd just been put through before a live audience. All she thought was, what next?
It must be a doozy, she decided. Leary crouched by Gwen, stroking her as though she were a wounded animal. As a wickedly-grinning Melinda untied her wrists, Nancy saw that Leary's cock was getting hard again, already at half mast.
That meant somebody was going to be hurting soon. Nothing got Leary hot like the prospect of causing a beautiful girl to writhe in pain. With a sinking sensation, Nancy waited to see what would come next.
She soon found out. Meg and Melinda, nipples hard with anticipation, wheeled something on a tripod onstage. Nancy stared, then gave a weak cry. This was too much.
It was a charcoal grill, filled with glowing coals.
Blissfully ignorant of this new horror, Gwen lay limply on her side. Leary saw the grill come on though. His cock was instantly fully erect. He went to his knees by the adolescent's ass, raised a thigh, and fucked his prick into her still-damp cunt. She grunted, then sighed with pleasure.
"On your feet," Miss Proctor ordered Nancy. Wearily, the girl obeyed. Miss Proctor had her whip. Nancy could hear the squelching sound of Leary fucking Gwen's sopping pussy as she lay on her side.
Large amber eyes lit fearfully on the grill. A steel rod had been thrust amongst the coals to heat. Miss Proctor saw where Nancy's gaze went, and fished the rod out gingerly by the end farthest from the heat. She held it up for Nancy to see.
It was a branding iron. Glowing white hot was a large capital P.
"The Proctor Reform School brand," the flaming-haired headmistress announced proudly. "Only used in special cases. Our new arrival is one and you, young lady, -will have "he honor of personally applying it."
"What?"
"You," Miss Proctor grinned. "You will brand your friend on the right buttock with this iron. Before Mr. Leary has finished fucking her."
The smile widened, turned diabolic. "Or you will be branded with it yourself!"
Nancy froze. What a dilemma. She could apply that hideously hot iron to her best friend's bare butt-or have it used on her! She began to cry.
Gwen looked up. She saw the glowing iron, already cooling to cherry. "What?" she demanded.
"For you, little one," Mr. Leary told her. Gwen yelped and tried to twist away. Leary drove his cock home hard, pinning her to the floor. She started screaming hysterically for someone to help her.
The audience sat enthralled. No one was about to step in. That would ruin the show-and where else could a man see a beautiful nude girl actually branded with a hot iron? Then one of the young men in the center started to get up. A neighbor's hand on his arm restrained him.
Leary laughed aloud as he fucked his prick in and out of Gwen's tight snatch. Her cunt muscles were constricted with fear. And the very thought of what was about to happen had him practically coming off already.
"Better hurry it up, baby," he called to Nancy. "I'm going to shoot my load any old minute. I especially like to have 'em branded just as I'm about to come. Adds something to it, y'know?"
Miss Proctor took a step forward. Nancy stood stiff as a board. "Well?" Miss Proctor asked softly. "Time is running out."
Nancy could feel the heat washing over her tits. The headmistress took another step. Gwen was bawling. Leary's cock was plunging in and out with a wet fruity sound. God, that iron was close. Close to her nipples, the tender, incredibly sensitive tips of her full young boobs.
Miss Proctor extended her arm. The glowing metal came still closer to Nancy's heaving, perspiration-covered jugs. That's where Miss Proctor would burn her if she disobeyed. Right on the nipple. The P would burn deeply into her soft tit.
"Take it, darling," Miss Proctor urged. Her green eyes glowed. The reflection of the red-hot iron glittered hellishly in their depths.
"Ahh! I-jeez! Can't... hold ... out... much .. " longer!" Leary gritted. Gwen's pussy was clamped tightly shut-or would have been but for his thrusting fucking in and out of it. As if of their own volition, her lushly-padded hips were beginning to move. He couldn't take much more.
Closer came the iron. Closer ... Nancy's breasts were getting uncomfortably warm. The branding iron was a foot away. Eleven inches. It would burn. It would be indescribable. "Take it or feel it yourself!" Miss Proctor hissed.
Nancy quailed. She couldn't bear it. Even the thought of having the glowing metal touch her tit was too horrifying. But she did not reach for the iron.
She knew she never would.
"Uggh!" Leary grunted. Nancy bit her hp. The iron seemed as big and hot as the Sun. The iron approached.
"Too late!" Leary sang out. "You'll... be,.. sorry!"
His semen jetted into Gwen's cunt. Nancy stumbled backwards. Miss Proctor came on, aiming the red-hot iron, grinning.
Movement exploded from the audience. Ten lean young men boiled up over the seats, trampling patrons in their rush. Tiny shield-shaped bits of metal glittered in their hands-and cold, snub-nose, blued-steel revolvers.
"Hold it right there!" one cried. "Police!"
Leary jumped back. His cock sprang free of Gwen's pussy, spraying jism in all directions. Nancy turned and ran. A cop was wrestling with the nearly-naked Miss Proctor, and another was kicking Leary into a senseless huddle when the man made a grab for him.
The naked girl leaned down and grabbed Gwen by the arm. By main force she dragged her friend across the floor. Nobody paid them any attention. There was too much confusion everywhere. The cops were too busy rounding up the torturers to worry about keeping track of the tortured.
At last Gwen got to her feet. The pair raced off the stage, through a screaming melee of half-naked girls. It didn't matter to either that they were both wholly naked. All that mattered was getting out of there!
Into the nighttime chill burst Gwen and Nancy. A figure detached itself from shadow. Nancy shrieked and recoiled.
A gleam of light illuminated a face. "Greg!" Then she collapsed, sobbing, in her younger brother's arms.
Soothingly, the boy patted his sister's naked shoulders. Gwen gaped at him in astonishment. "How-what-why are you here-now?"
Greg grinned past Nancy's ear. "Who do you think tipped off the cops?"
Suddenly a new glare lit the night, flickering orange and red. "Fire!" somebody screamed. "The classrooms are on fire!"
Gwen looked a question at her friend's brother. "I took care of that, too," he affirmed.
"Why?"
"The records. Don't want our Dad connected with this. He's a hypocritical old bastard, but he had no idea what was really going on out here."
Nancy lifted her tear-streaming face. "You shouldn't have done that!" she exclaimed. "Let the son of a bitch pay!"
Greg shook his head. "You'll think of a better way." He took off his windbreaker and draped it around his sister.
People were boiling out of the theater, running in all directions. A figure broke away from the crush. Men shouted after it, but it headed straight for the classroom-administration building. It was a tall, feminine figure whose skin gleamed blue in the starlight. Red hair streamed out behind.
"Hey! Not in there!" Orange light was dancing behind every window. For an instant Miss Proctor's naked body was silhouetted in the glare of a doorway. Men raced after her.
With a roar and a heavenward cascade of sparks, the roof fell in. A thin scream issued from the inferno.
Nancy turned away and vomited. * * * "A little higher and to the right," Nancy directed. "Ah-there! Niiiiice!"
Obligingly, Greg shifted his well-lathered tongue to where his sister told him to. The flavor of his sister's pussy filled his mouth. He slurped contentedly at Nancy's cunt.
She lay back in the overstuffed chair. "Shameful, isn't it, Daddy?" she asked. Her father shifted uneasily on the den sofa. He crossed his legs in an effort to conceal the increasing stiffness of his cock, but without success.
"Isn't it just wretched, the way these perverted young people display themselves in public?" the girl taunted. She cupped heavy boobs in the palms of her hands. "Imagine, a girl having her own brother lapping at her pussy-in front of her own father!"
She rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them stiffen with desire. Her tongue flicked over her lips. "Terrible," she said breathlessly. "Why, it's almost as terrible as a father who ties up and whips his own daughter- and then makes her suck his cock. Don't you think so?"
Greg brushed Nancy's clit lightly with his teeth. She tensed. "Aaaaaah-yesss," she breathed. "And how about a father who sells his daughter into slavery?"
"I didn't-" Ian Redmond began. He broke off and looked away.
"I don't remember telling you to speak," Nancy said dangerously. Greg started sucking her clit. Warm tinglings climbed up through her belly. She relaxed.
"A Superintendent of Schools," she said huskily, so that the words were just audible above Greg lapping at her pussy, "could get into a lot of trouble if it was found out he took his adolescent daughter to a reform school that just happened to get itself involved in the worst sex scandal in the history of this city. Imagine! Beautiful young girls, tied up and tortured, forced to perform all kinds of unspeakable acts for the amusement of a lot of wealthy old perverts."
She caught her breath. Her nipples ballooned between her fingers. Her belly was starting to go hollow, a sure sign she was about to come.
"Yes. Lesbianism. Anal sex. Oral sex. Bestiality. No decent person could believe the things that go on in a place like that." She leveled a cool gaze at her father. "And even if a fire fortunately destroyed all records connecting the Superintendent of Schools to a foul place like that-well, his daughter would still know the truth, wouldn't she? And she could cause her dear sweet Daddy a whole lot of trouble-if he didn't do exactly as she said-from then on!"
Nancy closed her eyes. Greg spiraled his tongue tip around her clitoris. She played frantically with her rigid nipples. Greg whipped his sister's passion to a froth, then jammed his tongue deep in her pussy.
"Oooooohhhaaaahhhhhhh," moaned Nancy. A moist flesh strangled Greg's tongue erotically. Nancy's tender ass came off the chair. She fucked herself hard on her brother's tongue while a delicious climax worked her over, body and soul. The room filled with the aroma of aroused cunt.
"That was delightful, Greg dear," Nancy declared, when she slumped back from the pinnacle of ecstasy. "As a reward I'm going to suck your cock the way most men only dream about." She stood up, motioning her brother to sit in the chair. Then she fell to her knees, ready to worship his magnificent cock.
"Oh, and Daddy," Nancy said, wagging her ass provocatively in the air, "you are going to fuck your darling daughter up the ass. Perverted, isn't it? Disgusting what these young people will stoop to-especially when they hold the whip hand!"
She wrapped her lips around the meaty richness of her baby brother's cock. It tasted wonderful. She heard steps on the carpet. A cool hand was laid on her ass.
"Get it greasy first!" she commanded, then returned her attention to sucking cock. Her father's giant prick slid into her pussy for a coating of oil.
Then firm hands were spreading her asscheeks. The warm firm wetness of the greasy cockhead pressed against her asshole, pushed inside. Pulsing cock filled her ass. Nice.
This was only the beginning, Nancy thought. She felt sure she recognized some of the men who had paid well for their unnatural kicks at Miss Proctor's. Some of them could afford a disclosure like that even less than her father. Which meant they might pay more for their fun than they anticipated.
With her mouth full of cock and her ass being gently fucked by her father's huge prick, Nancy knew satisfaction. She had a rosy future ahead. She was, as she'd promised herself back in the hell of Proctor, getting her own back. Starting now.
She sighed around the plug of cock and rolled her hips to take in every bit of sensation from her father's cock entering her ass.