Chapter 12
Candy Winston, left alone in the basement of the remodeled house, suffered the tortures of the damned in hell. Her bottom swollen and burning ferociously, her bowels gripped by the purgative and the ginger "fig" preventing the relief which all her sphincter muscles sought, she was nearly fainting. She had heard Susan's punishment, true enough, but the sound which followed that punishment were not readily recognizable, at least not in her state of anguish and pain and furious indignation at what had been done to her.
But Jennifer Danton had unlocked the metal cuff and removed the ankle fetters, then led naked auburn-haired Susan back to her room where, in her own bed, she had locked her body ardently to that of the young woman who had aided her in bringing about the downfall and degradation of her own beautiful haughty niece.
It was at least two hours before she decided to free Candy, and after kissing Susan tenderly and whispering, "Now you go back to your own room, darling, and be a good girl till I see you again," she put her bathrobe back on and hurried back to the basement.
When at last Candy's bonds were removed, she had to be helped down off the sawhorse, her pussy cruelly chafed, and she staggered and moaned with feverish pain. The dominatress contemptuously helped her, putting Candy's right arm around her own shoulders and her left arm around Candy's waist to support the naked, tottering dark-brunette, and led her to the bathroom at the end of the cellar. Then, compelling the weeping beauty to kneel on all fours, she used her gloved fingers to remove the "fig" and jeeringly ordered Candy to relieve herself and to be quick about it.
The blindfold removed, Candy saw her aunt's face, with makeup, seductive, the mouth and eyes lax with the satiety of physical love which she had enjoyed with Susan Trotter. She was left for a few moments to perform her natural functions, and moaned with relief as at last her torturing enema was evacuated. After she had tidied herself as best she could, she stumbled out of the bathroom, and Jennifer Danton again assisted her up the stairway but this time to an isolated little room without windows, into which Candy was locked with the admonition that her meals would be brought to her and that tomorrow night she and her aunt would have a lengthy interview.
For Jennifer Danton had determined to enslave her beautiful niece, believing that she had broken the young woman's spirit by this cruel punishment and the humiliating degradation of the enema. And because she lusted for Candy's creamy body, she intended to make her sister's only child a Lesbian loveslave.
Candy sobbingly flung herself down on the narrow cot which was the only piece of furniture in this cell-like room, and exhaustion at last claimed her and she slept.
Jennifer Danton then returned to her own bed, and slept dreamlessly, smiling at her own successful vengeance over Callie Winston. Moreover, she wanted to be on hand this next evening, because two new guests were arriving who were to be the passion partners of lovely Peggy Allenby and Maxine Storch. Her venture had prospered, and she was certain that by the end of fall, there would be ample money to run the school, even to broaden it to attract new enrollees.
These two guests, both men in their late fifties and enormously wealthy, co-owners of a Detroit wholesale drug chain, had already arrived this noon and were admitted to the house by Lucille Emory, led to the special rooms to which Maxine and Peggy would be brought to them tonight. The cook busied herself preparing a tasty lunch for the two honored and affluent guests, and then they were left to their own devices there till after dinner, when they would claim their lovely young amorous partners.
But in Sheriff Ted Hawkins' office, all the men having dined at Borchard's, six men and the Sheriffs own nephew Philip had gathered, and Ted Hawkins was briefing them on what they were to do.
"We'll get out there around eleven o'clock, because those fellows who came here this noon are out there for the reasons I guess you boys knew pretty well now. They won't have gone to sleep by then, you can bet your balls on that," here he guffawed and lit a fresh cigar. "We'll watch them in the act."
"Say, Ted," Lem Sayers, the town banker, a lean, bearded man of fifty-five, spoke up eagerly, "you want us to rough up those cute fillies they got in that school?"
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"Nope. You don't bother with the young stuff, then you'd really get into trouble. You might even bring down the Feds in on this. You just stick to those two broads Miss Jennifer's got teaching the gals. There'll be plenty of pussy from them. Me, I'm saving Miss Jennifer all to myself-and I hope you boys got no objections? You know how I've been keeping a hard-on for that bitch a long time."
"So long as we can have some fun with that Delia Henshaw and that uppity Lucille Emory," Abner Borchard, the restaurant owner, fifty, a widower, fat and nearly bald, spoke up, "you can marry that Danton bitch for all we care."
"I'll marry her, mebbe jist fer one night, to start with," Sheriff Hawkins sniggered, and the others burst into bawdy laughter. "Now you boys got it all straight what you're gonna do? Put on your robes, and Cyrus, you got that old Ford station wagon, that'll do jist fine to take us all along."
"This is gonna be a real good night, Ted, and you've got my vote for putting us in the way of it," Grover Johnson, a lanky, gray-haired man forty-eight piped up.
"Thanks, boys. I always try to do my bit as your sheriff. I'm letting my nephew Phil come along for the fun, 'cause he's a pretty good cocksmith himself, and anyhow he just came to town and he's gonna be my deputy. Fact is, if you boys'll stick around jist a coupla seconds, I'll have him sworn in right now."
It was eleven o'clock, and a sudden burst of summer rain had cleared the air, and now the moon was out and it was very still around the old house. Only a few lights gleamed from the windows, lights in the bedchamber of Jennifer Danton, who was amusing herself with lovely auburn-haired Susan, playfully spanking the charming auburn-haired young beauty across her knees, she herself clad only in her boots and gloves and the one-piece cuirass. Peggy Allenby, naked except for garterbelt and smokecolored nylons and highheel pumps, was groaning and squirming under the vigorous thrusts of her "John" of the night, while Maxine Storch was timidly submitting to going over his partner's lap for a bare-ass spanking before being told to get on all fours and take it dogfashioned.
Candy Winston tossed and turned on the narrow, hard cot, wondering how she could escape, whether she could try overpowering Delia or Lucille when they came to bring her her next meat. She had supper on a tray brought in by Lucille, who had set it down and gone out without a word as to what was to happen. Just wait until she got home, wait until she told Mother how Aunt Jennifer had treated her!
The old Ford station wagon skirted the road leading to the school, turned off to the left and went behind it, parked in an isolated clump of bushes so that no one in the school building could see it. The occupants got out, all wearing white robes. They had taken pillowcases to pull over their heads, and they had cut slits for the eyes and nose and mouth, very much like the Ku Klux Klan. Portly Sheriff Hawkins led his cohorts past the recreation grounds and towards the back entrance of the school. "Don't make a sound, you boys," he warned in a whisper. "Seems like I remember there's a busted windowpane out here on the back porch right off the kitchen or the pantry or something like that. Mebbe we kin git in without raising a ruckus, and then we can .really catch em raw."
"I can hardly wait!" Abner Borchard panted, licking his lips. "I want that nice big-tittied Delia to start off with."
"Now take it easy, don't spoil things. We got all night, and you know damn well these broads ain't gonna put up no fuss, not when I tell them they can go to jail for twenty years fer runnin' a redlight house," the Sheriff cautioned.
The whiterobed men quietly made their way to the porch, Sheriff Hawkins inserted his hand into the opening where the glass had been broken, found the lock and turned it. Then carefully he pushed the window up a little, stooped and caught it at the bottom and yanked it all the way up. A moment later, he was inside, beckoning to the others. "Keep it quiet now," he warned again.
There was dead silence in the house, and as the eight intruders walked slowly up the stairs, glancing around to be ready for any possibility, Delia Henshaw at that moment chose to leave her room to go to the dormitory where Willa Gormer was sleeping. Willa had had the hairbrush from Delia last Saturday night, and had begged off a second dose, submissively promising to do anything Delia wanted. Well, tonight Willa was going to pay her. debts, the auburn-haired instructress had determined. She was going to strip naked and get into bed and show just how nice she could be with her lips and tongue if she didn't want a really good thrashing.
Clad in her nightgown and bathrobe and slippers, the auburn-haired instructress was just about to put her hand on the doorknob, the room in which Willa was quartered with Edwina Rolley, a sixteen-year-old simpering blonde whom Delia had also marked for eventual domination, when she caught sight of the group of hooded men coming up the stairs. She shrank back, a hand to her mouth, her eyes enormous with disbelief. Then she turned to flee, but Sheriff Hawkins, moving with great agility for a man of his bulk, seized her by the wrists, spun her around and clapped his other hand over her mouth to silence any outcry. "Now you jist settle down and take it easy, honey," he muttered thickly. "Just one yell, and you'll wish you ain't never been born, take it from me. Now where's Miss Jennifer?"
"In-in-in her room-oh for God's sake, don't hurt me-what-what are you going to do?" Delia panted as he cautiously eased his palm off her trembling mouth.
"Show me where her room is. Oh yeah, where does that Emory bitch room out?" the Sheriff demanded, twisting Delia's wrists until she winced with pain.
"Oww-I'll show you, oh please let go of my wrist, you're hurting me," Delia moaned, squirming and twisting.
"You jist do that, and it might go easier with you," he warned. "First we'll take Miss Emory. You point out her room right now. Come on, you guys!"
The men followed him eagerly down the hall to a door to which the trembling auburn-haired instructress pointed. She was deathly pale, and her teeth were chattering. The Sheriffs eyes glinted through the slits in his hood, seeing the rapid rise and fall of her big bubbies, in the thin nightie and the loosely draped bathrobe which she hadn't quite buttoned all the way up. By God, he'd have a piece of her twat before the night was done, after he'd given Miss Jennifer what was what!"
Lucille Emory hadn't gone to sleep yet, but she was on her bed in a shortie nightie, smoking a cigarette thinking of the pleasures she might be allowed to have with Candy Winston. Dear Jennifer had promised that she and Delia might have to go at that snotty piece, and Lucille was just itching to take Candy over her lap, her hands and wrists bound, gagged and blindfolded, and wear out a paddle or a hairbrush on the big creamy ass of hers, then make her gam and pussyrub.
She hadn't locked her door, either, and so when the trembling Delia Henshaw pointed to the door and Sheriff Hawkins turned the knob carefully, he found it yielding to his touch. A finger to his lips, he gestered two of the men, in, and Pete Helmerton and Lem Sayers hurried into the room and seized Lucille, clapping her hands over her mouth to keep her from shrieking, then dragging her out of bed in the filmy, shortie nightie whose hem fell only just below her pussy.
Struggling and twisting, her eyes wild with terror, Lucille was nearly fainting as her two captors leeringly dragged her out, forced her against the wall and then swiftly and expertly bound her wrists behind her back, gagged her with a dirty handkerchief and wound a torn piece of cloth over that and knotted it at the back of her neck to prevent her from crying out. At the Sheriffs sign, the same was done to Delia Henshaw. Then Jed Murtree, who ran the livery stable and also the farm equipment and feed store beside it, a short squat man in his late forties, and Abner Borchard accompanied the Sheriff down the hall to the quarters of Jennifer Danton, while Pete, Lem, Grover, Cyrus and the Sheriffs nephew dragged along the two cowering instructresses.
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Jennifer Danton lay on her bed, her head tilted back on the two pillows, her eyes wild with ecstasy. Crouching between her straddled thighs, Susan Trotter had swiftly unfastened the gusset piece of the cuirass and was preparing to gamahuch her when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.
"My God-who can that be?" Jennifer Danton gasped. "Go see, Susan, put on your robe or something, quick!"
The naked auburn-haired young woman got off the bed, seized Jennifer's own bathrobe and donned it, and then hurried to the door and wairly opened it. When she saw the white hooded figures she uttered a shriek and tried to push the door closed, but in vain. Jed and Abner burst in, the Sheriff following, and the first two seized Susan and held her tightly while Sheriff Ted Hawkins walked over to the bed and stood leering down at the horrified dominatress: "Well, well, well, Jennie girl, here you are in bed, jist the way I've been dreaming about you, you bitch. Come along now. You and me has got business to settle."
"How dare you! How dare you break into my house without any reason-and those hoodswho are those men-"
"They happen to be lawabiding citizens of Kentley. Now don't give me none of your lip, Jennie. It won't do no good. You see, in my jail I got a fellow by the name of Edwards, 'n he claims he paid you a lotta loot to fuck one of the older babes you got in this here school of yours. We got you dead to right, Jennie, you and your two teachers Lucille and Delia. You're all of you gonna learn that Kentley ain't gonna stand for what you been trying to git away with, hear me? All right, boys, let that little bitch go, and help me get this whore out to the car!"
Jennifer Danton tried to shriek, tried to wriggle away, but Jed and Abner caught her and dragged her back. Sheriff Ted Hawkins laughed bawdily, seeing the loose flap between her legs and guessing what had been going on. Then, taking hold of it with his pudgy hands, he ripped and twisted until the cuirass was torn off Jennifer Danton's voluptuous body, exposing the thick dark fleece of her cunt, the still superbly firm and panting titties. He licked his lips: "Jeez, just like I thought, you're still damn nice fer fuckin', Jennie gal. But first you gotta learn your lesson. All right, boy, take her out to the car. Gag and tie her up like the others."
"Oh, don't, Sheriff Hawkins, I'll pay you, give you anything you want, but for God's sake don't do this to us!" the lesbian dominatress panted.
"Hey now, I just remembered. Where the hell is that cute niece of yours!" the lawman demanded.
"In-in a room-she was a bad girl-I-I had to lock her up-oh for God's sake, please, Mr. Hawkins, I'll do anything you want, only don't hurt us, please don't!"
"You tell me where Candy is, and it might go a little easier. I gotta real cocksmith of a nephew, he's got eyes for that sexy bitch from Chicago. Might even want to marry her, for all I know," he chuckled evilly.
Dying of terror and shame, the naked dominatress babblingly instructed the men where they could find Candy, and then the Sheriff himself, once her hands were tied and her mouth gagged, lifted her in his arms and strode down the stairs to the waiting stationwagon where Delia and Lucille had already been taken.
He paused just long enough to tell his nephew where Candy could be found, ordering the youth to bring her along for the fun. Five minutes later, Candy Winston, naked as the day she was born (for all her clothes had been removed and none given her during her incarceration in the little cell) was dragged out screaming and fighting by the Sheriffs nephew and Abner Bor chard, who took occasion of her nakedness to pinch her ass and titties and to poke their fingers into her virgin cunthole.
She too was gagged and bound, and thus four captives lay in the back of the station wagon as the hooded men got in and drove off to a wooded hollow.
When they stopped, Sheriff Hawkins ordered, "Let's have Lucille and Delia tied up together showing us how they play around with their pussies when we ain't looking, boys!"
Raucous cheers greeted this suggestion, and in a trice Delia and Lucille, stripped stark naked, found themselves tied by the wrists to a heavy bough of an old oak tree, a rope round their waists, out there in the moonlight which left their quivering, glossy, satiny bodies out-lined in the most lascivious and suggestive way.
The hooded men then peeled switches from the bushes nearby, and made a circle of the sobbing captives. Meanwhile Sheriff Hawkins, seizing the naked dominatress, marched her by the scruff of her neck, his knee occasionally banging into her bare ass, out to watch the fun. "This is whatcher gonna git when we get done with them, Jennie gal," he promised. Jennifer Danton closed her eyes and moaned, her head hanging, her face crimson with shame. Her lesbian delights had weaned her away from ever wanting a man, now, and the thought that she should be the sexslave of the crude, boorish hillbilly made her nearly vomit out of sick loathing.
But Sheriff Hawkins cupped her chin and squee'zed it so cruelly that she nearly screamed: "Look, watch and learn somepin!" he hissed.
Delia and Lucille had both broken down and began to plead tearfully for mercy from their captives. But now the sickening hiss and smacks of the switches falling on their bare bottoms and thighs and backs responded, and soon Delia and Lucille were shrieking and twisting and writhing in their bonds, their faces turned back over their shoulders to implore mercy.
"You gotta girlfuck, you bitches," Lem Sayers growled as he applied a whistling cut of his flexible switch over the base of Delia's jouncy ass which made her lunge forward with a wild shriek of pain. "Rub pussies, you little whores, or I'll whip you raw and cut you up between the legs, so help me!"
"We have to-owwahrrr-oh, Lucille, Lucille, I can't help it-I have to, I can't stand this awful pain-owweeeyeowww!!!" Delia Henshaw shrieked between sobbing whimpers as switches cut across her shoulders and round her tender side.
Frantically then, she began to rub her mouth against Lucille's, who in turn was being encouraged by her own whippers.
Before the two young women at last satisfied their cruel captors by pussyrubbing to climax, there were countless marks turning livid and raw on their shuddering bottoms, and they hung, listless and panting, their throats hoarse from shrieking.
Then at Sheriff Hawkins' command, they were untied, and two men climbed the bough to shift them so that they had their backs to each other. For now they were going to be fucked, and Pete and Lem and Jed lined up in front of Lucille, while Abner and Grover and Cyrus waited hungrily to sample Delia's charms.
Wild cries and sobbing prayers rent the air as the two lesbian instructresses piteiously begged their captors not to do it to them. In vain. Each shrieked and twisted and recoiled, their bottoms bumping together and adding new pain to their merciless suffering, as their first ravagers thrust their pricks deep into their cunts and, grabbing their titties, began to thrust deeply back and forth.
Philip Hawkins had slipped out of his slacks and shorts, and was naked except for a poloshirt and undershirt under the white robe. He was amusing himself with Candy Winston, pinching and stroking her thighs and ass, pulling out pussyhairs while the naked dark-brunette wriggled and twisted and tried to kick and free herself, moaning and wailing through the gag which silenced her. , The lines changed now, so that Delia and Lu cille each had had six fuckings, and their bodies sagged in their bonds.
"Now it's your turn, Jennie," Sheriff Hawkins panted as he lifted the struggling dominatress out of the station wagon and carried her towards the oak tree.
Eager hands reached for the writhing naked body of the superb imperatrix, who tried to fight but in vain. She too had her wrists corded and tied to the bough, teetering, clad only in her boots and gloves, her toes struggled for purchase on the ground as she looked fearfully back over her shoulder and saw Ted Hawkins, with hood and mask pulled off, rolling up his sleeve and whisked a flexible switch in his right hand.
"Oh don't-don't whip me, oh for God's sake, Ted Hawkins, I'll pay you, I'll do anything!" she cried.
He grinned salaciously. "You'll do even more than that, Jennie gal, by the time I get through whuppin' your big ass." With this, he drew back his arm and sent the switch dancing over the tops of her hips, and Jennifer Danton uttered a wild cry of pain and lunged forward, heedless of what she showed the greedily watching men.
Twenty times the switch rose and cracked across her bottom, and her hysterical pleas and supplications excited them to new lust. But they left her to the passions of the lawman, knowing that she was banned to them. Instead, they vented the rut on the sagging bodies of poor Lucille and Delia again, this time several of the men buggering the unfortunate naked instructresses.
Now Sheriff Hawkins turned to face the weeping, half-fainting dominatress. Playfully he flicked the switch over her panting titties, then put it between her legs and flicked it upwards just to sting her cunt: "Now, I'm going to thrash your front, bitch."
"Ohhnooooo!!!! I'll do anything, anything in the world, I swear I will, Sheriff, don't whip me there, oh for God's sake not there!" Jennifer Danton babbled.
"Anything? You hear that, boys? You're witnesses now, remember. All right, Jennie, I'm going to give ya a chance. Cut her down, boys!" the lawman ordered.
After it was done, Jennifer Danton was ordered to kneel on all fours. Then Sheriff Hawkins yanked down his fly and liberated his swollen prick. "Now, you whore, blow me," he smiled. Lifting the switch, he cracked it across her shoulders, and Jennifer Danton with a shriek at once crawled forward and put her lips to his ramrod, retching and gagging in her abhorrence.
But at the Sheriff's sign, two men stepped forward and swung their switches over Jennifer's already cruelly stripped ass, and she no longer hesitated. Almost avidly, noisily, she licked and slushed and sucked, till finally he spurted in her mouth, commanding her to swallow every drop.
Then he stared down at her, brutal grin on his fat face. "I tell you what, Jennie. Now that I taught you your lesson, I don't see no reason why you and I can't get along jist fine. Only, you're gonna marry me, see? Then maybe we can run that whorehouse of yours together, get me? Now think it over good, because if you say no, you're gonna get strung up and given the works by all the boys. And then I'm going to run you out of town on a rail, tarred and feathered, like they used to do with bitches like you. Well?"
Crushed, annihilated, Jennifer Danton nodded, moaning in her defeat and shame.
"Phil," the Sheriff triumphantly bawled, "how ya comin' with Candy there?"
Philip Hawkins had pushed Candy out of the stationwagon, a hand at the scruff of her neck, his other hand pinching her creamy naked ass, making her stumble forward, weeping and groaning and pleading for mercy. He had taken off the gag, but left her wrists tied behind her back.
"She's still ornery, Uncle Ted," he called.
"Too bad" for her, boy. String her up there," the Sheriff ordered.
"Oh no, for God's sake no, don't whip me, don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want, only please don't hurt me!" Candy's prickteasing days were over forever.
"Now wait a minute, boys," the Sheriff guffawed. "Phil, how do you feel about this little heifer?"
"Why, Uncle Ted, I'd sure like to marry this little bitch, I sure would," the gangling youth sniggered.
"Tell you what, Candy gal," the Sheriff said affiably. "I'm gonna marry your aunt, see? Now if you say yes to Phil, and he's a good boy, he's gonna be my deputy, we'll keep the nice little family together. Otherwise, I don't think I can hold these guys back from tying you up and whipping your ass till it's raw and then fucking the shit out of you. Now what's it gonna be, Candy girl?"
Shrinking with terror and loathing, Candy Winston for the first time in her life found herself saying yes to a man's desires.
"That's settled, then. We'll have old Preacher Roland tie the knot tomorrow afternoon," Sheriff Hawkins announced. "And the wedding party's on me. Go on now, Phil, show us guys what a cocksmith you are. Anyhow, once you bang the little bitch, you gotta marry her, haw haw haw!"
Candy uttered a cry, but the gangling youth had already flung her down on the ground on her back. Tied as her wrists were behind her back, she couldn't struggle, and a few moments shrieked as she felt his rampant prick tear through her virgin cherry. Then he was humping her, kissing her titties, pinching her ass, panting and gasping his joy with her: "Jeez, Uncle Ted, she's got a tight box on her, Candy has, oh am I gonna marry you, you little whore. Shake that ass of yours, Candy, I'm comin'!"
And thus it was a few days later that Callie Winston received an incredible wire from her sister and her daughter, informing her of their double wedding.