Chapter 1
"The first thing that has to go is those ridiculous clothes," the stern man behind the desk ordered in an uncompromising voice.
Cindy Wilkerson glanced down the front of her teenaged body as one hand unconsciously brushed at the navy-blue wool jumper she wore. Its hem was cut three inches below her knees, a mandate of her previous school. She wore a scratchy starched blouse below it, white as bleached snow with sleeves buttoned tightly to
her wrists. She didn't like the ugly attire, but she hadn't known what else to wear. Her attendance had been arranged so quickly that Harlows Academy hadn't sent her any advance information.
"You mean I don't have to wear this silly old scratchy stuff here?" she asked, eagerness in her young eyes.
"That, too," he coughed. "But most of all, I want you to get out of those things right now."
"You don't mean for me to take them off in front of you?" Cindy asked incredulously.
"That's exactly what I mean," he demanded. "Then I'm going to give you a physical examination. Every girl gets one when she first comes to Harlots."
"What did you say?" she questioned in a startled voice.
"Every girl gets one," he repeated.
"No, I don't mean that," she insisted. "What name did you say?"
"Harlots, of course. We're the experts at putting you high-strung schoolgirls in your place. We even give you the academics at the same time."
"There's been some kind of silly mistake," Cindy breathed in obvious relief. "This is supposed to be Harlows Girls Academy; that's where I'm supposed to be. Mom and Dad were going to drop me off there this afternoon."
"You're the one that's making the error, dear." His words almost mocked her. "Harlows Girls Academy is clear in the next town, and your parents aren't stupid enough to get that completely wrong. They filled out the paperwork earlier today with the Harlots name right there at the top. You might find people who would believe your kind of bullshit at one of those nicey-nicey powdered-pussy kind of schools, but we're too experienced for that. This is Harlots and it's Abram Gunther that you're dealing with now."
"I-I want to call my parents," Cindy stammered. "I want to telephone them right now!"
"That's amusing," he laughed. "Both of us know that they were on their way to their vacation when they brought you here. I'll check with them, but in my own good time. And now you get those clothes off like I told you before!"
"No!" she resisted, her hands crossing in front of her body as if to guard her tits and cunt. "I'm not going to take off anything while you're watching!"
One of his hands reached out and tapped a button on top of his desk. Behind Cindy, a loud click told of a lock in the door being thrown shut. His other arm reached down for a thick black stick with a metal tip at one end and a box with a handle at the other. Holding it, he rose behind the desk.
He was a large and stocky man, perhaps an inch or two over six feet, with broad shoulders and a chest like a beer barrel. Black hair curled back from his forehead above an unnaturally flattened nose and two eyes that were the steel-gray of a bitter winter day.
"You're a feisty little bitch, aren't you, Cindy Wilkerson?" he said, starting around the desk. "But I think we here at Harlots will be able to cure that!"
He crowded her around the room until she bumped backward against the front of his desk.
He thumbed a small button atop the box of the stick, and a low hum filled the room. The metal end of the device reached out and brushed Cindy's right leg right above her foot.
"Ouch!" she yelped as the electrical charge arced into her flesh and caused her whole leg to jump. Even when it was removed, the muscles of her calf still trembled.
"Maybe you want to think again about taking off those clothes," the large man snickered.
The wand touched her other leg and Cindy almost fell to the floor from the pain. And, before she could twist away, it zapped her right hand with its bitter sting.
"You can't do this!" she gasped as she straightened then stumbled around the desk, putting its expanse between her and the sadistic man.
He feinted right, then came left around the desk. Cindy was fooled and had to reverse her direction, but, when she tried, her feet became tangled against one of the legs of his chair. She went down hard, banging the side of her hip painfully on the stone floor. Only the heavy cloth of her dress kept her from being deeply bruised. Then, as she tried to scramble to her feet, he was upon her with the metal end of the baton slapping into the underside of her chin.
It didn't shock her. Surprised, she glanced straight up the baton to where Abram's thumb rested on the control button.
"If I let go," he warned her, "it's going to knock you completely silly. So you get up very slowly and go on back around to the front of the desk."
She was too frightened to do anything but comply. Carefully, she rose as the thing continued to poke her in the throat. She edged around to the front and leaned back against the desktop as the pressure of the wand forced her head back.
"Now we learn to do what I say," he snarled, then motioned with his hand toward her dress.
Cindy whimpered, but her hands flicked open the buttons holding the straps of the jumper, then her fingers went down its side to open the fasteners there. She shrugged, and it fell down to her hips against the desk. She straightened as he stepped back, and the heavy garment slumped to the floor.
"The blouse and the slip," he ordered.
She shucked them off and dropped them beside the dress. Only her shoes, panties and bra remained to conceal her, but when they were gone, she shivered nakedly from both the coolness and her fear.
The wand dropped from her neck to her side, where it sparked painfully into the side of her tit. Then he pulled his chair around in front of the desk and plopped down into it only a few feet away from the stark-naked girl.
"Not bad at all," he hissed as he studied the unclothed girl.
She was an enthralling sight, caught as she was between being a child and a full-grown woman. Firm tits rose perkily on her chest like two upturned teacups of jiggly female flesh. Her nipples jutted out, and her areolas were only a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin. A soft sprinkling of faint cunt hair trailed along the line of her pussy slit so scantily that the pouting cunt-lips could be seen clearly from across the room.
She was short, only a couple inches beyond five feet, and carried little more than one-hundred pounds on her petite frame. Not one ounce of baby fat remained to disturb her luscious schoolgirl curves. Her hair was close to the color of sand, but tended a bit more toward blonde, and it was cut short.
Abram smacked his lips as if he had tasted something satisfying. "Now I think we understand each other a little better, Cindy Wilkerson. When I tell you to do something, I want obedience. And when I ask something, I want an immediate answer. Do you understand that?"
She nodded reluctantly.
"Fine," he said, then suddenly asked: "Have you ever been fucked?"
"What!" Cindy gasped.
"Fucked," he repeated patiently. "Screwed, porked, or I guess balled is what some of you kids say today."
"Why . . . wh-what are you asking?" she stammered as one palm covered her naked little cunt and her other arm crossed to cover her tits.
"Don't act so goddamn naive," he snarled. "Has any man or boy ever stuffed his throbbing cock up your juicy cunt?"
"No," she admitted reluctantly, staring at the wand. "Nobody has ever done that to me."
"Well, we'll be able to fix that," he smiled, finally pointing the metal tip directly at one of her tits. "Squeeze your little titties. I want to see the nipples get all hard."
Afraid that the wand would bite her again, she moved her hands to her tits. Although she was still a virgin, she had played with herself before and knew what would make her tits feel good. She rolled her nipples around and stroked them, then kneaded the rest of her tits. Slowly the crowning nubs hardened.
Although she was doing what he was demanding, she was doing it reluctantly, and her crimson flesh showed the embarrassment in her face. Never had she even told anyone about playing with her body-not even her best friends at school-and he was making her do it right in front of his face.
His eyes gleamed as he watched her hands, and his large teeth glistened wetly. His grin showed his obvious enjoyment of the girl debasing herself right there in the room.
"Now your pussy," he breathed, pointing his stick right at her fair-haired cunt.
"Don't make me do that!" Cindy whined, standing there with her hands on her tits. "Isn't this enough?"
The hum burst out into the air as the metal tip of the baton brushed against the inside of her left thigh.
Cindy yipped in pain, and her left hand leaped down to the shocked skin. It felt burned, but there was no mark except for the slight reddening of her flesh.
"Use your hands on your pussy!" he insisted. "Spread it with your fingers so I can see those pink inner lips!"
Tears welled from her eyes and spilled down across her cheeks. The tip of the cattle prod waved just a foot from her skin. Already her left hand was down by her cunt, and she dropped her right hand to her thighs. Hesitantly her fingers crept up on both sides of her cunt-slit, then parted the pouting outer lips. Delicate pink pussy-flesh flowered open, including the smaller inner cunt-lips that protected the opening of her cunt-hole.
"Rub it and get it all slick," he directed, licking his dry lips. "Play with your little clit, then stick your fingers up the hole. I want it all wet and juicy, or I'll shock the shit out of you with my prod."
The wand jerked like a throbbing cock as it pointed directly at her cunt.
Cindy gulped and pushed one finger into her cunt-slit. It snuggled in through the folds of skin and found the little nub of her cut. She began to slide her finger back and forth. Within seconds, her joy turned on the juices in her hole. Juice flowed out of her gash, giving a shine to the delicious-looking pussy-flesh. Her fingers glided down the slickness and nestled at the opening to her cunt-hole. Cindy pressed, pushing in to the first knuckle.
"I can't do it any more!" she whined, pleading with him with her eyes. "It hurts if I try to put it in any more."
"Ah," he breathed and rose from the chair.
"You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
She nodded, a fingertip still tucked inside her unfucked hole. A chill rippled down her spine as the huge man loomed up beside her.
"Come over here," he growled, grabbing the young girl's shoulder.
Fingers clamped painfully on her collarbone and pulled her toward the desk. He turned her there, forcing her down face-first onto the top of the desk. A large hand on the back of her neck kept her face pinned to the wood. Her tender young tits were squashed under the weight of her body, and her hips, with legs squeezed tight, hung over the end of the desk.
"Open up, goddamn it!" he demanded, smacking the length of the baton sharply across both of her asscheeks.
When she still didn't part her legs, the metal tip of the prod jammed down the crack of her ass to lay along her cunt-lips. Abram punched the power button and the instrument sizzled along the length of her cunt-slit.
"Aeeii!" Cindy shrieked, her body slamming up and down on top of the desk.
Her legs flew apart. Her tits felt like they were being mashed. The metal tip of the cattle prod slipped almost an inch into her pussy lips. Its very end nuzzled into Cindy's unfucked hole.
The young girl froze, afraid to even breathe. If he fired the thing now, it would burn right into her wet cunt.
"Don't you want to fight any more?" He giggled sadistically. "Come on, just wiggle a bit. Try to squirm away. Go ahead-try to get away so I can blast so much electricity up that hot little cunt of yours that it glows like a light!"
"Please don't hurt me!" Cindy begged, tears spilling out freely onto the top of the desk. "Don't poke it so hard! It hurts! Please don't shove that thing inside me!"
"I'm not going to fuck you with this," he growled, then whipped the cattle prod away from her cunt. "I've got something much better to ram in there and burst that little maidenhead."
"Oooh!" Cindy sobbed.
A zipper ripped down and his pants rustled to the floor. Cindy could see nothing except the emptiness of one of the far walls. His gripping fingers still wrapped around the back of her head and neck and forced her cheek into the wood. She never saw the thick, fleshy prick that was going to tear the virginity from her cunt-hole.
Something hard and warm nudged into her slit.
"What are you doing?" the naked young girl gasped.
"I'm feeding you my cunt-busting cock!" He laughed evilly. "I'm going to watch that little unfucked pussy swallow it up clear to my balls!"
Something swollen and bulbous forced into the opening of her cunt-hole and lodged against her virginity. She had barely been penetrated and already the stretched flesh of her cunt was making her scream in pain. And the harder Abram's stiff cock pressed against her maidenhead, the more the young girl screamed. But her shrieks of agony and pleas to be set free did nothing to stop the lust-filled headmaster. Instead, they seemed to urge him on.
The louder she yelled, the harder he leaned into her, forcing all of his weight and pressure onto his prick. Something inside her tight little cunt seemed to give slightly and another quarter-inch of his cockhead burrowed inside. Then, with a raging howl, he drove his hips with all of his strength and her cherry gave way. Ripping tissue before it, his massive cock was shoved three-fourths of the way into her cunt.
"Ow!" Cindy cried as her virginity was torn away. "It hurts! It hurts!"
"Shut up!" he growled, his thick prick piercing her deeply.
When Cindy continued to sob loudly, he harshly slapped one asscheek with the open palm of his hand. The cattle prod tumbled to the floor as his other hand smacked against the other side of her ass. Running thumbs down into the crack between her asscheeks, he spread her ass and flowered open her crotch. The brown bud of her shithole was uncovered and he could see his heavy fuck weapon splitting her cunt.
"Goddamn!" He whistled. "Virgin baby-pussy is so tight! I think it's going to strip the skin right off the shaft of my cock!"
But the blood of her ripped maidenhead flowed to combine with her natural pussy juices, easing the way for his log-like prick. Slowly it slid farther into her poor battered hole until his throbbing cockhead bumped against the end of her cunt. Satisfied that it could burrow no further, he began slowly to back out until only the swollen cockhead was gripped by her inexperienced pussy. Then his cock started in again, pushing the fleshy cunt-walls open as it plumbed the depths of the schoolgirl's pussy.
"It's so big!" Cindy moaned, her voice breaking with sobs. "Pull it out! I can't stand it any more!"
He cackled wildly, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass.
"You ain't felt nothing yet!" he screamed. "Before I'm through, you'll beg to have a big dick stuffed up your cunthole. There ain't nothing you're going to get here at Harlots that feels better than this!"
He rammed his cock brutally back into her hole.
Cindy collapsed, sprawling limply over the top of the exotic desk as the headmaster raped her pussy. Back and forth his huge cock pistoned as it sloshed in her pussy-juices and blood. Each time the brutal end of his prick battered into her flesh, it rammed against the opening to her womb. The ring of muscles at the opening of her cunt slid up and down his invading cockshaft like a steel band that had been pulled extra tight. The walls of her newly punctured pussy were like silky velvet wrapping and stroking along the sensitive flesh of his cockhead. Hairy balls battered against the top of her cunt-slit, rhythmically slapping her tender clit.
"Goddamn!" he hissed. "This tight little pussy is gonna make me come!"
His cock seemed to grow inside Cindy's pussy as the fucking took on a faster, more furious pace. His thrusts were shorter with the top half of his prick remaining buried inside her gripping cunt. Suddenly he powered his cockhead all the way to the back of her cunt-hole and howled as his balls seemed to explode.
"I'm coming!" he roared. "I'm coming in your goddamn virgin cunt!"
Something hot and wet splattered into Cindy's pussy, and his pounding cock stirred it into a froth. More and more of his sticky cum blasted into her abused cunt until it leaked out and ran down onto her clit. His ball-sac splashed in the moisture as his cum flowed from her cunt.
Cindy grabbed the edges of the desk, trying to brace herself against his sexual assault. But nothing could block the beating her inexperienced young cunt was taking from his prick.