Chapter 1
"It's just that I adore Romantic poetry," Lavinia Young gushed, gazing around the room as she spoke. It looked like a wonderful party. Just about all her students were there and everyone was having such a good time.
"Oh, that was obvious," Fritz said, leaning down and smiling at Lavinia. "But it was just that we noticed, that you are so, so romantic, but you do not have any men around you."
Lavinia smiled. Fritz's English was fairly faultless, but sometimes he didn't express himself very well.
"Romance is one thing," she said, still speaking with her teacher voice, "but men, well they are something else." She paused to toss her wonderful dark hair over her shoulders. "Men have no sense of romance. That's why I don't have anything to do with them."
She smiled brightly at Fritz and he smiled back.
"But we think it strange that a beautiful woman like you should not have men around."
"When a man is romantic and treats me properly, then I might decide to see him," Lavinia said loftily. She took a sip of her wine.
Fritz smiled again and shrugged. "Very well, I suppose you know your own mind."
He bowed in that wonderfully formal German way and went off to talk to Elliot. Lavinia watched him. He and Elliot were very good friends, but there had always been something about them that made her feel uneasy. She had no idea what it was. It had been her first year teaching and she'd been nervous, but Elliot and Fritz had always been friendly to her. In fact it had been Elliot who insisted on having the party at his house, which was very thoughtful of him.
She sipped her drink and made her rounds, chatting to her ex-students. It had been such fun and she was already signed up for next year. Things were looking good for Lavinia.
Slowly the party wound down, people leaving at intervals.
Lavinia also tried to leave, but Elliot and Fritz talked her out of it at once, insisting that she stay and read to them.
At almost midnight there were only a few people left.
There was Fritz and Elliot, of course, and Elliot's wife, Janis. Lavinia wasn't sure about Janis. She was in her early twenties. Her eyes were darker than Lavinia's and so was her hair, though it hung straight to her shoulders and didn't flare out in soft waves like Lavinia's. Jams' air of confidence bothered Lavinia and she'd only met her tonight.
The other girl left was Sonya, one of Lavinia's pupils. Sonya was eighteen, just out of school, an innocent little blonde with wide green eyes, and a small, lovely little red mouth. She seemed to have teamed up with Hal that night and that bothered Lavinia as well. Hal was about Lavinia's age, and had come onto her hard when the school had first started. Now he was coming onto Sonya hard, and she seemed to be responding. Lavinia was disappointed in Sonya. After all the energy Lavinia had put in to teaching Sonya about romance, for her to be throwing herself at Hal wasn't right. Lavinia took another drink.
The only other person there was Mike. Mike was divorced, in his forties, a strong, reassuring man with salt and pepper hair. Lavinia wasn't sure of him either.
She took what she decided was her last drink before going home and turned to find everyone's attention on her. She blushed and smoothed down her party dress. It was red and expensive, and she loved it. It was the sort of dress that heroines waited for their lovers in, on balconies. Lovers in the old sense, of course, not the vulgar modern sense.
"Well, Lavinia, we're all so glad you came," Elliot said, coming closer to his teacher.
"Well, thank you all, it's been a wonderful year," Lavinia gushed, blushing even harder.
"In fact, it's been such a great year, we've decided that it should go on."
Something wasn't right, Lavinia could sense it. "What do you mean, Elliot?"
"Well, we all think that with you being so beautiful and all that, that you should have a sex life, it's only fair." Elliot chuckled and a ripple of laughter went around the room.
Lavinia smiled a little uneasily. "Don't be silly, Elliot. My first and only love is Romantic poetry. I don't have time for men in my life."
"Why not?" Elliot asked.
Suddenly he was so close that his arm brushed hers.
Lavinia recoiled. "Because men are too brash, too hard. They don't know how to treat a lady. That's all, I really have to be going."
She put her drink down.
"Well, you're right about men being too hard." Elliot chuckled. "Every man in this room is, and it's all because of you."
"What do you mean, Elliot? Please, I have to go now!" Lavinia gasped.
"Hard, baby, rock hard," Elliot said, his eyes boring into hers. "We've sat for a year with raging hard-ons, wanting to get into your pants, and tonight we're gonna do it, all of us. Right?"
"Right!" the audience chorused.
Janis strolled over and locked the door, turning arrogantly in her little black party dress. With a pout, she slid the key down the front of the dress, right between her tits.
"Not just the men want you, honey," Janis purred. "I get wet just looking at you."
Janis strolled closer and Lavinia gave a massive shudder of fear.
"What are you saying?" Lavinia gasped, backing away from Elliot and Janis until she reached the wall. "Now stop this! I have to go! Stop it!"
Elliot grabbed her arm, twisting her around. "Let me go!" Lavinia screamed. "I'll call the police!"
He laughed and pushed her into the kitchen.
"Stop this, Elliot, stop it!" Lavinia screamed. "Help, help me!"
Janis opened a door and Elliot pushed Lavinia through it. She gasped, then screamed as she almost lost her footing on the steps that led down to the basement.
Elliot was still holding her as they reached the basement. Lavinia took one look around and screamed again. The place was done out like a dungeon, with whips, restraints, chains, leather bonds, and horrible racks and other instruments of torture.
"What are you doing!" she screamed.
"Having a good time," Elliot said as all the others came down the stairs.
Sonya was giggling, her little short skirt flicking around her thighs in a display of wanton lust. Hal slid his hands over her tits, and she giggled louder, slapping his hand away. Fritz sat in a chair and Mike leaned against the wall, watching Lavinia carefully.
Finally Janis came down the stairs. She turned and smiled at Lavinia. "Ready to fuck?"
"No, and stop this, this is rape!" Lavinia screamed, tearing away from Elliot's grasp and running at Janis.
Hal grabbed her, his hands running all over her helpless body, over her tits and right between her legs.
"Stop, you beast, stop!" Lavinia screamed, trying to pull away from his grasp.
She struggled, but his grip was tight on her arm and his other hand was right between her legs, feeling her pussy through her red dress, slip and panties.
"Stop that!" a voice said sharply.
Hal pulled his hand away, turning to look at Mike.
"I don't know where the lot of you learned this stuff," Mike said. "But there are right ways of doing it and wrong ways. That kind of crap is stupid. Take your time, it's sweeter then, much sweeter."
"Thanks, Mike," Elliot said. "Don't be a jerk, Hal, or get out!"
Hal looked rebellious, but he sat down.
"Mike!" Lavinia gasped, seeing him as her last hope. "Please, stop them! Please!"
She rushed to him and fell into his arms.
He laughed and picked her up. As she gasped, he carried her across to a chair and sat her in it. Then he leaned over her as she trembled violently, his mouth brushing against her ear.
"Nobody wants you more than me, darling," he whispered, "but you have to learn why Romantic poetry isn't everything in life. Now, just sit there and watch."
"No, I want to go-no, help!" Lavinia screamed, trying to get up.
Mike's strong hand pushed her back down again. "You can scream as much as you like. This place is sound-proofed. But if you move again, we'll tie you to the chair."
"No, you beast, you wouldn't, you, noaahhh!" Lavinia struggled as he slammed her into the chair.
Suddenly Janis was there with leather straps. Lavinia screamed and twisted, but she was bound to the chair in an instant, the straps going around her waist, her neck and running right over her lovely tits. Then they lashed her thighs to the chair legs and she was helpless, bound too tight to do more than struggle.
"Please, let me go!"
"Sonya, how about you show us what Lavinia has to do," Fritz said.
Sonya grinned and got up. Suddenly her innocent-looking face was alight with a strange excitement. She still looked innocent, but there was nothing innocent in her movements. She got up onto the slightly raised area in the middle of the floor and began to move suggestively, sliding her little skirt up over her thighs.
Lavinia went cold and burst into tears. In the dim red light, Sonya looked like a she-devil. Then the lights began to flash over Sonya's body as she slid her skirt up, showing her lovely long legs, her stockings, the white flesh above the tops with the lacy garter straps, and the tiny white panties she wore. Any doubts Lavinia might have had about Sonya went when she saw the little blonde's panties. They were just two small triangles of material with little lacy straps keeping them together.
Sonya paraded over to Fritz and spread her legs, holding her skirt up with one hand. The other one ran over the front of his pants, stroking the rock-hard bulge there.
"Feel my pussy," she said, her voice sounding low and pulsing with desire.
Fritz grinned and slid his hand between her legs, running his fingers over her stockings, then on up, across her thighs. Sonya gave a low murmur of pleasure as his fingers arrived at her panties, playing over the thin fabric. The strobe lights stopped and a spotlight concentrated right on Sonya as she gently pushed her pussy against Fritz's fingers, still holding her skirt up so that everybody could see.
"No, don't-this is horrible, perversion!" Lavinia screamed, tossing in the chair.
Nobody even looked at her, they were all concentrating on Sonya and Fritz as Sonya gave a moan and spread her legs wider on the floor, her long shapely legs looking even better in her six-inch heels.
"Ooohhh, Fritz!" Sonya sighed, her pussy jerking at his fingers. "Don't do that, I'll come, you know I'll come!"
Fritz slid his fingers inside Sonya's panties, sliding them over her wet clit, stroking the hot flesh.
"That would be naughty, coming without permission, wouldn't it?" he said quietly, his other hand sliding over the tight front of Sonya's blouse. His fingernails scraped over the thrusting buds of her nipples which pushed out against the thin fabric.
"Ooohh, Fritz! You know I can't stop! Please, give me permission to come, please!" She gave a long guttural moan of passion, her thighs trembling.
"Oh, no, you don't get permission. If you come, you get punished. My favorite punishment."
"Oh, Fritz, please, make them use the cat on me, please!" She moaned as she came, her pussy rolling against Fritz's fingers. "I come better with the cat, you know I do, give me that! Please!"
Sonya came again, heaving on his fingers.
"Sure, honey," he purred, "as long as I get one of your best."
His fingers gripped one of her nipples through her thin blouse and he twisted it hard.
"Aaaghghhh!" Sonya wailed, jerking on the floor, her body rolling as she held her skirt up. "Yes, yes, you know I always give you the best, yesssssssss!"
She came, moaning, her legs trembling.
Lavinia was aghast, staring at the depraved scene. She had stopped struggling against the leather bonds and sat, sick at heart, horrified at the way her wonderful students had turned into sadists and perverts.
"That's good," Mike whispered in Lavinia's ear, making her jump. "It's good that you see what happens to naughty little girls around here. Mind you, Sonya is so naughty all the time, we only just about keep up with her."
He slid a finger down Lavinia's jaw, gently pulling her lovely face up to his. Her dark brown, terrified eyes stared into his, and Lavinia felt a shudder pass over her. Mike terrified her. His eyes bored into her, and she lowered her gaze, her face flushing red with shame.
"Fuck, you're lovely," he said.
His finger ran over her soft red lips, over the curves of her lovely mouth. Lavinia sobbed and pulled her head away. She was shaking all over. Then she heard Sonya give a shriek of lust.
"Oohhhh, Fritz, Fritz!" Sonya moaned, gasping with satisfaction. "That was worth any punishment, really it was-ooooohhh! What do you want me to take off?"
"Nothing," he said, "just open your blouse."
She reached up and opened the top button of her blouse. Her pale-blue eyes were alight with passion as she opened it, button by button, revealing her luscious tits. Her tits needed no support, and she opened the blouse until it was very clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. She slid the sides of her blouse out, over her tits and held them there, pushing her tit-mounds out proudly.
Fritz reached out and took hold of her nipples. With a smile on his face, he twisted the little buds. Sonya jerked, her little skirt flicking around her thighs.
"Ooohhh, Fritz!" she gasped. "Oohhh!"
Her legs opened, and she ran her hand down, under her skirt and pulled it up, rubbing her clit as Fritz twisted her nipples.
"Bitch," he said.
"Ooohhh, yes, yes!" Sonya gasped, her fingers blurring on her pussy. "Yes, I am!"
He pulled on her nipples, gripping them as hard as he could. Sonya gave a shriek as her tits elongated, stretching to the limit before Fritz's fingers slipped off her nipple buds and her tit-mounds bounced.
"Aaahhhh!" she moaned, her fingers slowing on her clit, her legs spreading even wider on the floor.
"Come with me," Fritz said, getting up. He walked over to a low bench and lay on his back on it, waiting. "Put her in, Janis."
Sonya smiled as she straddled the bench and Fritz's body, her pussy and ass right over his face. She held her skirt up as Janis wrapped her ankles in leather straps, then lashed them to the base of the bench.
Sonya was still moaning as Janis pulled a thick bar up, pushing it against the blonde's waist. Then, right before Lavinia's horrified eyes, Sonya started to bend down, over the bar, thrusting her ass up higher as her head went down.
"You see, this is the way we punish naughty girls here," Mike whispered. "But I know Sonya, she'll be a really good girl real soon, you watch!"
"Please, let me go, please!" Lavinia begged. "I won't say anything, I won't go to the police, I promise!"
Mike laughed and slid his finger over her chin again. "You don't know how long we planned this. Do you know why we did it now?"
"No!" Lavinia wept.
"Because you're gonna spend a week at home, doing nothing, right? Then you're going on a cruise, right? And your parents don't expect to hear from you until that's over, right?"
Lavinia sobbed in horror, wondering how he knew that.
"So we can hold you just about as long as we like," Mike went on. "So cooperate, honey, it's the best way."
"No, you horror, no!" Lavinia screamed. "Never!"
"I'd watch Sonya if I were you and then tell me never," Mike said.
It was absolutely horrible. Sonya was bending farther over the bar, her face going down and down, right over the massive bulge in Fritz's pants. Her frantic fingers went to his belt and opened it, then she unzipped his pants. Her tits bobbed over his waist while he stared at them and ran his hands over the soft mounds.
Lavinia moaned in horror as Sonya reached into Fritz's pants and took out his cock. It was a big cock, eight or nine inches of male meat, and the very sight of his cock made Lavinia shudder. This was why she loved Romantic poetry, there was never anything as disgusting as a cock being mentioned. It was all pure love, not this disgusting physical fucking. She sobbed and hid her head.
"Watch," Mike said gently. "You need to see this."
"No, no, I won't!" Lavinia screamed. "I won't watch anything so perverted-no!"
Very slowly Mike slid his hands into Lavinia's lovely dark hair. His grip tightened, and Lavinia was moaning in pain before he started to pull her head up. Her head was bent back until she had to keep her eyes closed to avoid seeing the disgusting sight in front of her.
"Open your eyes," Mike said softly.
"No! No, I won't!"
She felt his hand running so gently down the front of her expensive red dress. It ran down between her tits and then slid up to the zipper. Lavinia tensed, shuddering at the thought of what he might do.
He took hold of the zipper and slid it down gently. Lavinia moaned and gasped, struggling with the ultimate horror of having a man do something so disgusting to her.
"All right, I'll open my eyes!" she sobbed.
"Pity," he said softly, "but I'll get to it later."
He chuckled and let go of her hair. She looked down to see that the top of her little lacy slip was showing. At least it still concealed her bra.
"Watch," Mike said.
Lavinia obeyed him, staring in horror at the sight of Sonya holding Fritz's cock, her expert fingers playing with it gently. Sonya's ass heaved on the bar and Lavinia then saw what she had meant by the cat.
It was a short-handled whip and Elliot held it, swinging it as he lined it up on Sonya's ass. The cat had a lot of tails, and they were all knotted and the knots were shiny with use.
Sonya let go of Fritz's cock with one hand and reached back to her ass. Her little skirt had pulled up almost to the peak of her stretched ass, showing her little panties, her garter straps and shapely thighs. Shamelessly she eased her skirt up over her ass. Now her ass was fully revealed, thrusting up, covered only by the small triangle of her panties that did no more than hide in the crack of her ass-cheeks. Her ass was fully open and ready, the creamy white flesh trembling as she waited. Her hand went to her blouse and eased that away from her tits, making sure Fritz could see everything he wanted. Then her hands went back to his cock and played with it, stroking the thick shaft.
Fritz lay on his back, his face right below Sonya's cunt and ass. He slid his hand up over her tit-flesh, teasing her as she jerked on the bar, her ankles securely strapped to the base of the bench. Her soft mouth moved down, then her tongue flicked out over his thick round cockhead.
"Yeaaahh, baby, suck my cock!" he gasped, his ass jerking up off the bench.
The idea that a woman could take a man's cock in her mouth had never occurred to Lavinia. It was such a horrible sight that she nearly closed her eyes once more, but Mike glanced at her and she kept them open. She watched in absolute horror as Sonya slid her pouting bps over Fritz's cockhead, sucking and licking at it gently.
Sonya's mouth may have been small and pouting, but it was more than big enough to take the thick round head of Fritz's fucker. Her fingers butterflied up and down his shaft while her soft mouth sucked at his prick, her head pumping up and down as she sucked.
"Ready for your punishment?" Elliot snapped.
Sonya moaned, her head bobbing furiously as she sucked Fritz's cockhead.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, pulling her head back for a moment, her soft lips just brushing against Fritz's hard cock flesh.
When the cat swept up in the air, swirling in Elliot's grip, Lavinia gasped. When it lashed down hard, right across Sonya's heaving ass and Sonya's scream burst out from around Fritz's fucker, Lavinia thought the end of the world had come. In Romantic poetry nobody ever did anything like this!