Chapter 1
Colette Russel pursed her lips as she got into the taxi.
"Bayard School," she said, and leaned back.
She was looking forward to another school inspection. When her daughter, Laura, had been at one school for a couple of months, Colette would always spring a surprise inspection. And always there would be something wrong. It might be dirty kitchens. Or untidy lockers. Or even that she just didn't like the way the head- master behaved toward her. So Laura would be moved to another school. And then, after another couple of months or so, Colette would inspect again and that would be that.
Laura complained bitterly, but Colette explained that she only had Laura's best educational interests at heart. Laura's wretched father had even tried to intervene, but Colette soon sent him packing. After the divorce, he had no claims on her or his child, Colette had seen to that. Colette always needed more alimony because of Laura's frequent moves, but that was to be expected, and he always paid up.
As they turned into the drive of the school, Colette made sure that her expensive skirt was just right and that the buttons of her white blouse sat correctly. She always had to be dressed well for these confrontations. She examined her black high heels and played with her pearls a little. Her heart began racing a bit. She enjoyed this so much.
She got out, paid the taxi driver and ignored his stare at the tiny tip. In the mirror just inside the hall, she examined herself carefully. Her black hair fell around her proud, beautiful face with its straight nose, high cheekbones and hard, sensual mouth. Her flaring dark eyes had been the ruin of several men who had fallen under their spell. She'd had them blubbering around her ankles before long, pleading with her to let them take her to bed. But Colette had made that mistake with Laura's father and that was more than enough. Some of the disgusting brutes had even been satisfied to jerk off as she sat in a chair and ignored them.
She turned and walked through the hall in her heels. All the girls were at class, so Colette stood a good chance of breaking in on the headmaster unexpectedly.
As she opened the outer door to his office, Colette heard voices and, thinking she might get something she could use right away, she stepped quietly to the slightly open door on the other side of the room. The sight that met her eyes was most impressive, and she almost made up her mind not to push the inspection.
The headmaster, Mr. Jackson, was standing in the middle of the room, tapping a cane in his hand. In front of him, stood a weeping girl in school uniform. She was a lovely little thing, her blonde hair falling around her soft face. Colette noticed that she had rather large tits and that they weren't very well secured in the tiny frilly bra that showed through the blouse, but that was a minor matter. It certainly looked as if discipline in the school was strict enough, and, as if to confirm that, she picked up what the headmaster was saying.
"You know the penalty for cheating," he said. "So lean over my desk."
"Please, sir!" the girl wailed. "I didn't, it was those two-"
"Over my desk!" he snapped, and tapped the cane harder in his hand.
"Yes, sir," the little blonde said, and walked over to the desk, her legs unsteady in her high-heeled pumps. She leaned down over it, her legs stretching, her ass pushing up in the air, her hands reaching out along the desk top.
"Open your legs," the headmaster said.
Then Colette got an even more pleasant surprise.
The blonde schoolgirl opened her legs until her feet were at the corners of the desk. There was a click, the girl winced, and steel straps shot out of the wood and ringed her ankles. She moaned and struggled a little, but the straps held. She sobbed as the headmaster came up and slipped more bonds around her wrists, pulling them out and slipping them through other rings on the far corners of his desk. Now the little girl was completely bound and stretched out. She stared with terrified eyes as the headmaster stood over her.
If things went on like this, Colette thought, she would have to end up congratulating the headmaster. Particularly if he handled her daughter like this. Laura needed this sort of discipline.
"Now," Mr. Jackson said. "Are you ready to bargain?"
The blonde sobbed. "Yes, sir!"
"Good," he said. "Come here, my favorite girl."
Out from the side of the room stepped Laura. Colette nearly choked. Her daughter, a favorite? She would have to be pulled from here at once. She stared into the room, hoping there had been some mistake. She noticed that Laura's uniform was rather too revealing. Her blouse was open, showing her bra, and her short skirt and high heels set off her long legs to an almost disgusting extent.
Laura swayed up to the little blonde and eased herself onto the table, running her hand over the blonde's ass.
"Well?" she asked.
"You're horrible!" the blonde sobbed. "You know I didn't-"
"Well?" Laura repeated, and slid her hand up under the blonde's skirt, easing it up until the creamy white of the blonde's thighs was showing.
Colette gasped. This was beyond disgusting. Sex-play in a school? This place would have to be reported to the authorities. She reached for the door.
A hand clamped over her face. Before she could scream, three hard rubber balls were forced between her teeth and a leather strap that ran from her chin to her nose followed it, trapping the balls in her mouth. Her scream came out muffled. A man stepped in front of her and grabbed her wrists while another man held her. Handcuffs were clicked into place and Colette found herself hustled through a door and into Mr. Jackson's study. One man carried her as a rope snaked down from the ceiling with a big hook at the end of it. Her handcuffs were clicked into the hook and the rope was hauled up again. Before she knew it, she was hanging from her arms, her feet only just touching the expensive carpet.
"Just as you said," said one of the men as they left.
"Hi, Mom," Laura said, swaying over with the headmaster. "What do you think, darling?"
"I think you're amazing," he said. He grinned at the bound woman. "Your daughter knew the exact day you would turn up on your inspection. She doesn't want to leave this school, so we're going to make sure she doesn't. You're going to stay here until you agree to that. And don't worry, your ex-husband is going to cover any problems that might result from your disappearance."
He smiled as Colette tried to scream through the gag.
"Don't worry," he said, "you'll get plenty chance to scream, but right now we have a discipline problem to solve. Just hang around, don't go away."
Laura giggled. "Oh, Seymour, you're so funny."
They left Colette hanging there and went back to the desk where the little blonde still moaned and struggled.
"Well?" Laura asked, sliding up on the desk, running her hands over the blonde's tight asscheeks. "What's it to be, Cindy? You have to take six strokes, I can keep it to that, you know I can."
"Yes, please!" Cindy gasped. "Please do!"
"So?" Laura was playing with Cindy's lacy suspender straps as she pushed the blonde's skirt right off her ass and over her back, revealing her tight white panties.
"I'll suck you off afterward!" the blonde moaned.
Colette trembled with disgust. This was obviously a den of sexual vice. No wonder Laura wanted to stay, the little slut. She would see to her as soon as she got free.
"And?" Laura slid her hand inside Cindy's panties, caressing the bound blonde's pussy.
"I-I've got some new stockings you can have," Cindy said. "I haven't got anything else. I'll suck you off whenever you want for a week."
"Hmmm," Laura said. "Not bad. But that's only worth taking it down to ten strokes."
"I haven't got anything else!" Cindy screamed, twisting on the desk.
"How about Tom?" Laura whispered, sliding a finger into Cindy's cunt.
"No, not Tom, please!" Cindy cried. "He's crazy about you anyway! He'd leave me if you did that! Please!"
"But I only want him for a night," Laura said, working her finger into Cindy's cunt. "I'll give him back then."
"No, please!"
"Okay," Laura said, and got off the desk.
"All right, all right, you can have him!" Cindy screeched in horror.
"Thank you," Laura said, leaning down and smiling at the helpless blonde. "Maybe you'd even like to suck me while he rams that gorgeous cock of his up me, huh?"
Cindy collapsed in tears over the desk, and Colette stared, shocked by her own daughter. She and Laura looked alike, but where Colette's features made her look hard and sensual, Laura's face was so innocent, soft and open that it seemed incredible that she even knew of such a thing as sex. Let alone the kind of blackmail she was engaging in.
"I must explain," Seymour said to Colette. "Laura has been such a good girl since she came here that she has special privileges. Some of the girls are quite jealous. She is my special favorite and you're not taking her away from me. You know, she can blow me in ten seconds or keep me on the edge for hours. That's why she can have anything she wants." Colette nearly passed out at his words. She hung on the ropes as Laura swayed up, opening another button of her blouse and sliding one of her stockinged legs up his thigh as her fingers played with the front of his pants.
"I'm afraid she came through, darling," she said. "So I'll have to blow you in six. Sorry, I'll make it up later, and anyway, I know you'll be so jealous when I fuck Tom, you'll have to punish me, won't you?"
"Yes," Seymour said, and Colette saw his enormous cock thrust at the front of his pants under Laura's skillful hands. "But then I'll make it all better."
"Ooohhh, will you? That would be wonderful." She gasped and slid her mouth to his neck, sucking and biting his flesh.
"Come on, darling," he said. "We have to deal with Cindy."
Laura pouted at her mother and turned away with Seymour.
Colette's fury doubled as she watched her depraved daughter go back over to the desk and get the cane for Seymour.
With a simpering pout, Laura slid to her knees in front of Seymour as he lined the cane up with Candy's shivering ass. Colette's daughter then eased the zipper of his pants down and slid her hand inside. Colette almost passed out. Smiling like a contented cat, Laura eased Seymour's cock out of his pants and played with it, her fingers running up and down the thick cockshaft.
Colette shuddered as she saw the headmaster's enormous cock. His fuck-pole must have been a foot of thick male meat. How anything like that could be used in a sex act was beyond Colette. It would split any woman in two. Her own tight little cunt had felt pain when her husband had stuck his cock up there, the few times she allowed it. And his cock would be tiny beside this monster.
But Laura seemed to love it. She moaned with lust and leaned in, licking over the thick round cockhead, her expert tongue playing with him. As Colette's eyes bugged out, the little whore worked her mouth over it, taking the whole of the cockhead in until her cheeks bulged out even more than her mother's eyes. Grinning up at Seymour, Laura slowly unplugged the cockhead from her mouth.
"Naughty, naughty, darling," she said. "This is business, not a pleasure. You mustn't hold on like this or I'll get too horny to concentrate."
Her soft innocent eyes gazed up at him as if she were offering him flowers.
He grinned. "You're right. Poor Cindy is wondering what we're doing."
Cindy gave a scream as he raised the cane over her ass. In rising desperation, she struggled against the bonds, her blonde hair tossing helplessly.
Seymour held the cane high over Cindy's heaving asscheeks for a moment, then brought it down, slashing through the air to lash into Cindy's flesh with a slap that rang around the room.
Cindy jerked wildly in the bonds, her back arching, her arms and legs trembling. Her head flung back and she screamed in agony as a thin line of red appeared on her ass, visible even through her white panties.
"One," Seymour said.
With a moan of passion, Laura stood up and bent at the waist, her legs spread. She held Seymour's cock in her hands and slid her mouth onto it. Colette gasped in the gag, staring as she watched her daughter work her mouth right down the foot of fuck-meat. Laura's throat began to bulge as the massive cockhead entered and pushed deeper. With a final heave, she took the whole of the length into her mouth, and her soft lips rubbed against the front of Seymour's pants.
"Aaahhhh!" he sighed, running his hand in Laura's dark hair. "Nobody has a mouth like yours, baby! Fuck, you're unbelievable."
He held up the cane over Cindy's trembling ass and lashed it down again.
"Urrghghggh!" Cindy screamed, jerking wildly on the table again, her body contorted in pain. Her legs jerked in the bonds and her hands pulled horribly at the straps that held her down. Another thin line of red pain appeared close to the first one and spread slowly over her asscheeks. One side of her thin panties had frayed under the second stroke of the thin wood.
"Two," Seymour said, his cock throbbing as Laura worked over it, her throat muscles sucking at it with total abandon. He whipped Cindy again, the cane making a sickening sound as it cut into her tight ass flesh.
"Aaaghhh! Save me!" Cindy screamed, her blonde hair tossing and her ass heaving as another line of pain throbbed in her flesh, the welts getting a deeper red with each second.
"Three," Seymour said, his cock moving faster and harder at Laura's mouth. "Jesus, how do you do it?"
He gasped, his cock going deeper as Laura worked him, her throat muscles throbbing as she sucked at his enormous cockhead.
A thought flashed through Colette's mind as she hung there, pain echoing up and down her arms. If only the punishment didn't have the utterly disgusting sex attached to it, this would be an excellent school. Perhaps she could convince Seymour of that when he had settled down a little, she thought.
"Four!" he yelled, lashing the cane into the screaming Cindy. "Five!"
His cock throbbed wildly, going out of control as the cum burst out of his balls and rushed up his cockshaft.
"Aaaghghhh!" Cindy screeched, jerking on the desk, tears running over her face as the agony soared out over her body.
"Six!" Seymour yelled as he bent the cane into Cindy's ass, then dropped it, his cock shooting hot cum into Laura's mouth. As Cindy gave a last scream and shuddered on the desk, sobbing and weeping, Seymour slid his hand into Laura's hair and held her mouth on his cock as he shot endless hot wads of cum. "Ooohh fuck, how do you do it?"
Laura couldn't answer because her mouth was stuffed to the limit with his shooting fucker. She swallowed hard, taking down thick creamy streams of Seymour's cum as he yelled, his cock thrusting and shooting. She eased her lips up a little, taking the fuck-juice in her mouth instead of right down her throat. Her lips stretched to the limit around his cockshaft, and even then, gobs of cum squeezed out as she sucked and swallowed, running lots of the salty goo into her cheeks.
"Ooooh, fuck, fuck!" Seymour yelled, his cock shooting streams of spunk into the willing girl's hot mouth. "You're incredible! Fucking incredible!"
Laura eased his shooting cock right out of her mouth, her fingers butterflying over his heaving cockshaft. Her soft lips ran over the spurting cockslit and her wicked little tongue licked up all the white jism as it splashed over her mouth. She turned a little to her mother, her innocent face grinning like a spoiled angel. She took a thick wad of cum over her lips, ticking it up and running her tongue around as more creamy spunk shot out of Seymour's cockslit and over her mouth. Murmuring with delight, she sank the spurting cock back into her mouth and held it there, sucking and caressing as his cock spent the last of his load and the jets of cum slowed to a trickle.
Seymour moaned, his hand still in Laura's dark hair as his cock gave out.
Laura eased her mouth back until her lips were just on his cockhead again.
"May I?" she asked in a rather muffled voice.
"Of course, darling," he whispered.
Laura stood up, her mouth closed. She smiled and walked over to her mother.
"Hi, Mommy," Laura said. She opened her mouth a little and cum ran out, over her lips. Grinning, she licked it back in and spread it out again, her tongue running it around as the disgusting white goo smeared all over her mouth.
Colette shrieked into the gag, her body shaking with horror, her eyes staring.
"Look at that," Laura said, coming really close and running the cum over her lips, showing it clearly to her mother. "Lots of cum. Lovely cum. Wouldn't you like some?" She giggled and ran more of the horrible stuff over her lips. "Well, you can't have it, but don't worry, we've got lots of it for you, ooohhh, lots of it!"
With another pout, she swept away, her ass swaying in her little skirt.
If Colette had been furious and disgusted to this point, she now almost lost her mind. Laura stood by Cindy's face as the little blonde wept and struggled. In one smooth movement, Laura slid her panties down her long shapely legs. She climbed up onto the desk and put her stockinged legs on either side of Cindy's face, her dark pussyhair close to Cindy's mouth.
"See?" Laura asked. "I can do it. I saved you a lot of pain."
With a sob of surrender, Cindy sank her mouth over Laura's cunt, sucking at the young girl's hot wet flesh.
Laura murmured and leaned back on the desk, pushing her pussy up at Cindy's mouth, her hands in her blonde hair. "Suck me good, honey, or I'll keep Tom for a week."
Cindy moaned and doubled her efforts to please Laura, her mouth sucking Laura's clit right in and holding it, her tongue running over the throbbing flesh.
"You see what a genius your daughter is?" Seymour asked.
Colette jumped and swung. She had been so concentrated on her disgusting daughter that she had forgotten him. She glared at Seymour, her eyes burning into his handsome face as he stood close to her and stared back.
"You know, you're as stunning as your daughter, in your own way," he said. "Fuck, you've got one hell of a body."
Colette screamed into the gag and almost choked as one of the balls sank into her throat.
"Yeah, sure, I'll open it for you," Seymour said with a nasty grin.
Colette wondered what he meant for a moment, then she screamed and struggled in rising horror as he reached out and took hold of her top blouse button. There was nothing she could do as he slid it open and revealed some of her creamy white flesh.
"More?" he asked, and reached for the next button.
"Mmmfff!" Colette screeched, but he undid the button and now the top of her slip was showing, the lace right before his shameless eyes.
"Wow," he said. "You sure dress expensive, lady. Is the rest like that? Never mind, we'll find out. How about another button?"
He calmly opened the next button of her blouse, and Colette almost dislocated her wrists as she struggled. Now the curves of her bra were visible under her slip. She stared at him with all her hatred. She was going to see him in jail for this.
Casually, Seymour reached out and toyed with the next button.
On the desk, Laura had Cindy's hair in a tight grip and was ramming her hot cunt all over the helpless girl's mouth.
"Yeahhhh!" she screamed. "Suck me, suck me good, come on, suck mmmeeee! Aaahhhh! Yesss!"
With squeals of lust, she came, her pussy pouring juices over Cindy's helpless face as her climax pulsed through her.
"Suck, suck me!" she demanded, gasping as she rubbed her exploding clit over Cindy's mouth. "Ooohhh!"
Laura sighed, falling back on the desk, her legs spread wide and her high heels digging into the desk.
Seymour slipped the next button of Colette's blouse open, pushing the sides away to get a better view of her body.
"You don't know the number of times I have to get my desk repolished," he said. "Your daughter scrapes the shit out of it." He slid the last button open and pulled the sides of the blouse out of the waist of Colette's skirt. "But when she fucks like she does, who cares?"
Colette shuddered, watching her daughter jerk in the final pulses of her orgasm and give a long moan of satisfaction. Seymour ran his hand over the front of Colette's slip, caressing closer to her bra and tits.
"Not bad, not bad," Laura said, picking Cindy's tear-stained face up. "If you suck Tom like that, he might not even miss my blow-jobs."
With a nasty laugh, she twisted away to the floor and slid her skirt back down her thighs, while Cindy sobbed her heart out.
Seymour's hand roamed over Colette's tits. It didn't matter that she still had her slip and bra on, his touch made her shudder and want to throw up.
"Mommy's got nice tits, hasn't she?" Laura asked, swaying over, her hands playing with her own tits.
"Yeah," Seymour said softly, stroking Colette's tits through her expensive, lacy underwear. "I reckon so. Almost as good as yours. So, shall we have a look at them?"
"Whatever you want, darling," Laura said. "I just know you're gonna want to fuck her real bad." She slid her hand over the front of his pants. "But I get a fuck for each time."
"Anybody you want, darling," he said, taking his hand off Colette's tits and sliding it under Laura's dress. His fingers worked her hot cunt, and the little girl moaned with renewed pleasure. "Okay, shall we get on with it?"
"Sure, darling," Laura said, her hips jerking as she rubbed her cunt on his fingers. "Ooooh, that's nice!"