Chapter 2
With a grin, Seymour took his fingers away from Laura's hot little cunt, leaving her pouting, her ass still thrusting a little.
"Come on," he said, and they left Colette hanging there, almost choking on the gag balls. She looked down at her open blouse and blushed in fury, despite the ache in her arms. When she got free, she vowed, she would have this place shut down.
Laura untied the bonds that held Cindy's wrists to the desk while Seymour clicked the metal straps away and the blonde got up, sobbing a little as she rubbed her ass where the thin lines of red were steadily spreading.
"Off you go to class," Seymour said. "And don't cheat again, or it'll be worse for you next time."
"Yes, sir," Cindy said. She looked at Laura as she headed for the door.
"Don't worry," Laura said, "I'll call you about Tom."
Cindy gave a low sob and left.
"Okay, now for your mommy!"
Colette gave a scream into the gag as he came back for her, the massive bulge in the front of his pants standing out like a warning. Laura undid the rope and the hook dropped, but it was short-lived relief for Colette. Seymour grabbed her, took the handcuffs off the hook, and led her straight to his desk.
"Uuurrffff!" Colette screamed, her voice almost totally muffled. She stared at the hard wooden top of the desk and the base where the metal straps would shoot from. She struggled in Seymour's grasp, but he was much stronger than she was. He took her by the hair and slammed her face-down across the hard desk top, holding here there as she screamed and heaved. Her blouse had come even farther open and her tits pressed into the hard wood through the thin protection of her bra and slip.
To Colette's eternal shame, Laura slipped a rope through the join of the handcuffs and pulled on it. Colette's arms were jerked out until they were straining, and she gasped at the pressure her daughter could use. Laura ran the rope through a ring and tied it off so that Colette could hardly move. Then the little bitch got up and grinned at her mother.
"After about the sixth stroke you start to come, Mommy," she said. "At least I do. I can't stop, and it goes on and on and on." She slid her hand up under her skirt and caressed her hot pussy. "You're gonna love it."
Colette screamed helplessly into the gag, kicking her feet up to keep Seymour from getting a grip on her ankles, but again, he was much too strong. His hand grabbed her shapely calf and pulled her leg out until there was a slight twang, and her ankle was captured.
"Uurrrrhh!" Colette wailed. She twisted and tried to see what Seymour was doing, but she could hardly turn her neck at all. He grabbed her other leg and pulled, hauling it out despite all her efforts. She struggled as hard as she could, but suddenly there was another twang and her other ankle was bound. She struggled on the desk top, utterly helpless, her hands and legs bound so tight she could hardly move at all.
"Let's see what she has to say," Seymour said, and gave a pull on the strip that held the gag. It pulled away, and Colette spat the balls out.
"I'll close you down!" she screamed. "You pervert, what have you done to my daughter?"
Laura leaned over her mother.
"He showed me how to get off, mommy," she said. "And I mean get off, and get off and get off." She gave her an innocent smile again. "Do you know that I was the first girl to blow the entire football team, reserves and all? Fuck, I was full of cum."
"Disgusting!" Colette screamed. "Let me off here at once!"
"Oh, no," Seymour said. "Not until you promise certain things. Like you'll let Laura stay here."
"Never!" Colette yelled. "And I'll see you in jail for this!"
Seymour grinned. "Thank God she gave the right answer. You want some boys in here to watch this?"
"Sure," Laura said. "She deserves everything she gets."
"Get ten of them," Seymour said casually.
"Ooohhh, darling!" Laura groaned as she headed for the door.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," Colette said, trying to regain her dignity, "but whatever it is, you had better let me go. I have another appointment in an hour, and they will call the police if I'm not there."
Seymour laughed.
"The penalty for lying in this school is twice as bad as for cheating," he said, leaning over Colette and sliding his hand over her bound ass. "Well, it is if I say it is. We checked you out real carefully, bitch. We know exactly what you were doing all this week. Just a couple of hair appointments, I believe. Forget it."
"Leave my skirt alone!" Colette screeched as he slid her skirt up over her ass, revealing her expensive silk panties. He slid her lacy slip out of the way and slid his hand over the briefs, caressing her flesh through the thin material.
"I'm gonna love this," he said. "I'm gonna whip your ass until you get up on the desk and take your clothes off. How about that?"
"You what?" Colette asked, but at that moment, the door opened.
Laura came in with ten boys. They laughed as they saw Colette tied over the desk, and they crowded forward, standing in a tight circle around the bound woman. They giggled and gasped, their young cocks already standing out hard against their pants.
"Remember," Laura said, swaying into the circle. "You all owe me-all of you."
"Okay," Seymour said, and picked up the cane.
"What do you-no, no!" Colette screamed as she twisted desperately and saw the cane poised above her ass. "I'll put you in-aaghh!"
She jerked on the desk top, her body throbbing, her arms and legs straining against the bonds as the most incredible agony erupted out of her ass. The thin cane had lashed her right across her ass, and her whole body rang with the pain.
The boys standing around weren't giggling any more. They were staring at her, their mouths open. Some of them were caressing then-cocks as they watched.
"Stop this, stop-aaaghhh!" Colette hollered as another stroke of the cane cut into her ass, r leaving a thin line of agony across her flesh. She struggled, trying to pull free, unable to believe that this was happening to her.
"Hey, you," Laura said to one of the boys. "Come on, I want it now."
"Ahhhh, knock it off," the boy said.
"If you want to stay here, do as she says!" Seymour snapped, lashing the screaming Colette again.
"Oh fuck, sir," the boy said. "I can't watch then."
"Do as she says!"
"Fuck," the boy muttered, but he turned away.
Laura was in an arm chair, her legs over the soft sides and her panties on the floor. The boy knelt down and ran his mouth up over her thighs, licking at her soft flesh until he reached her cunt. Then he sank his mouth over her hot wet pussy and sucked at it while Laura gave a moan of satisfaction and lay there, watching her mother's suffering.
Seymour lashed the cane across Colette's ass hard, waiting until the horrified shriek of the bound woman had died away.
"Ready to get up and take your clothes off?" he asked.
"What are you saying?" Colette screamed, twisting in rage on the desk top. "Do you expect me to strip in front of a pack of boys?"
"Yes," Seymour said, and whipped her.
Colette screamed. It was impossible that she should do such a thing, of course. The cane whipped her again, hard, the thin wood bending as it lashed across her flesh. Her whole ass was on fire, burning, erupting with fresh agony each time the cane landed. Colette's screams rang around the room and the boys stared, some of them rubbing their cocks. One boy groaned as he came in his pants, but he stayed there, still rubbing his crotch.
The cane whipped her ass into a pulp as Colette lay there struggling and screaming helplessly. Her delicious asscheeks were crimson, and her flesh trembled with each blow of the cane. Laura came, moaning in the chair, her hand on the boy's head as her pussy poured juices into his face. Finally she let the boy take his mouth off her cunt and get up. He hurried into the circle, wiping his face as he stared at Colette, his cock throbbing against the front of his pants.
"Aaaghghhh! Stop it, please, stop it!" Colette screamed as yet another slash of the cane beat into her ass.
The agony throbbed through her body and she strained against the ropes, her wrists red from the rubbing of the handcuffs, but still the terrible cane lashed her unprotected ass. Her thin silk panties were no protection at all, in fact, they were beginning to tear under the blows of the cane. She gave a terrible screech as the next blow landed.
At the next blow, she screamed and twisted as hard as she could.
"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she cried.
"Ah, good," Seymour said, and dropped the cane. "Help the lady up."
"No, no, stop it, no," Colette said as the boys undid the bonds and clicked the steel straps away. They also managed to run their hands all over her body in the most obscene ways. She finally stood by the desk, her eyes glaring at Seymour as he took out a key and undid the handcuffs.
"I'll see you in hell!" Colette screamed, and ran for the door, pushing two of the boys to the floor as she passed.
Incredibly, Seymour was there only a second behind her. He stood and chuckled as she struggled with the door and found that it was locked.
"Shall I?" Seymour asked mockingly, and turned the key.
Colette flung the door open and rushed for freedom, but he grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, carrying her back into the room. She screamed, beating at his back, still unable to believe what was happening to her.
"You'll pay for that," Seymour said as he put her down.
Colette was finally beginning to understand that she was in a terrible position. She would get her revenge, but it looked as if there was no way out of it. She stared at the boys and shivered at the thought of taking her clothes off for them.
"On the desk," Seymour said. "And if you pull anything else like that, I'll tie you down and whip your ass until you've sucked every one of these boys off."
"Yeah, come on, lady, make a run for it!" one of the boys yelled, and they all giggled madly.
Colette shuddered, her mind going crazy with horror and fury. She stepped up onto the desk, ignoring the mocking hand that one of the boys extended to her. She stood there, seeing their eyes on her, staring, waiting to take in her body.
"The blouse," Seymour said.
Colette slid her hands over the sides of her blouse. She let the sleeves down her arms as the boys gasped and stared, and at least one more came in his pants, moaning with lust. Colette felt sick just watching him. The blouse fell to the floor.
"The skirt," Seymour said.
Colette gritted her teeth as she opened the buckle of her skirt belt. Her proud eyes flashed in anger as she unzipped the back of the skirt and let it slide down her legs. She tried to hide the expensive stockings that covered the long curves of her thighs and calves, but the boys didn't miss a thing.
"Oooohh, fuck, sir, she's great!" one of them gasped as he watched Colette's legs emerging.
With a sob, Colette dropped her skirt onto the desk and watched it fall off and join her blouse on the floor. She stood, trying to hide her body by hauling her slip down her legs as far as possible.
"Well, well, nice, eh, boys?" Seymour asked, striding around the table. "Stand up properly!"
Colette stayed where she was.
"Do as I say or there will be trouble!"
The agony still throbbed in Colette's ass, so she stood straighter, trying to obey.
"Open your legs," Seymour said. "Laura, darling, get me the long whip."
"Ooohh, nasty, Seymour!" Laura giggled and got up, going into the room behind Seymour's office.
Slowly Colette eased her legs apart, knowing what it was doing to the boys. Another boy came in his pants.
"Now the slip," Seymour said. "Over your head."
"You can't do this," Colette whispered, but she knew he could. With her hands shaking in rage and horror, she reached for her slip hem and eased it up over her panties, showing them the dark mass of her pussyhair and the red whipped curves of her ass beneath her semi-transparent briefs. Farther up and her slim waist was showing to them all, and then the cups of her lacy bra emerged, and the swelling of her small, thrusting tits. The slip came off and she let it fall, standing with her legs open, her whole body trembling, dressed only in her bra and panties, stockings and high heels.
"Since the tried to run away, you boys can have a special treat," Seymour said. "Would you like to feel her up and jerk off over her?"
"Yes, sir!" they shouted.
Colette shook from head to toe at his words. If he thought she was going to submit to the disgusting caresses of a bunch of young boys, he was very much mistaken. Then she shook and her stomach twisted as she saw what Laura was holding.
It was a short-handled whip with a long leather tail. Seymour took it and smiled at her.
"Get down," he said.
"No!" Colette screamed. "No, this is disgusting!"
The whip curled out of Seymour's hand and bit into the tops of her thighs, lashing a line of agony across her flesh.
"Down!"
"Aaaghhh! Help!" Colette screamed, twisting away on the desk top. The whip curled in again and lashed across her ass.
That did it. The pain was unbearable. With a shriek, Colette dropped to her knees, fell off the desk and crouched on the floor at the feet of the staring boys. With utter disgust, she looked up and shuddered in horror, for all of them had taken their cocks out and were rubbing them, watching her shivering body the whole time.
"Up," Seymour said, and Colette struggled to her feet, her eyes glazed with horror and shame.
"Stand there and open your legs!"
Colette did as she was told, her mind a blank as she tried to adjust to what was going on.
"Okay," Seymour said, "who's first?"
"I am, sir. I didn't come yet," one of the boys said.
"Sure," Seymour said easily, leaning back on the desk to watch.
The boy came up, grinning wildly. He ran his hand over the front of Colette's bra, feeling her luscious tits underneath while his hand jerked his cock faster and harder.
Colette moaned, her body shrinking from the contact of his depraved hand. But she was also aware of the whip Seymour held and the stinging over her thighs and ass from where it had landed. She gritted her teeth and stayed still, thinking of the moment when she would watch Seymour led away in chains to jail. The boy's fingers slid inside her bra cups, running over her titflesh.
Laura slid up to Seymour and whispered in his ear.
"Sure, darling," he said.
"I know they're not as big as you," Laura said sweetly, "but I figure that if I get enough of them, it might add up to one fuck from you."
Seymour laughed and Laura went over to one of the boys.
"Come here," she said, and led him to the desk. She swarmed up on the hard desk and lay there, spreading her legs wide. "Come on, fuck me!"
The boy didn't complain about not being able to watch Colette. He pulled his pants off in a frantic hurry and jumped onto Laura, his cock pushing over her sopping wet pussy, looking for the hot hole of her cunt. She reached down and took his throbbing prick, guiding it in and then thrusting up, taking the full length of his young cock into her sucking, hot pussy.
"Yeahhhh!" she yelled. "Oohhh yeahhh! Come on, fuck me, honey, ram it right in- oooohhh!"
She jerked on the desk top, her little skirt flapping all over the place as she forced the boy's cock deep into her hungry cunt. Her stockinged legs grabbed his body and held him in as he panted and fucked his rock-hard cock into her.
"Ooohhh fuck!" he gasped. "I can't hold on, I'll come, I will-ohhhh!"
"Shit, you jerk!" Laura screamed. "I want another one, right now, the moment he shoots- you, yes, come on!"
The boy fucking her began to groan as cum burst out of his balls. He fucked frantically, his cock pistoning in and out of Laura's soft cunt as his hot jizz splashed high in her throbbing pussy.
"Aaaggnnhhh!" he moaned as he came, his cock jerking and shooting cum, driving his jerking prick deep into Laura's cunt.
"Ooohhh!" she murmured. "Not bad, not bad. Now get out, creep, and let somebody else in!"
The boy rolled off Laura, his cock still dribbling jism, and the next boy fucked into her buttery cunt in one go, gasping as his hard cock vanished into the steaming depths of Laura's pussy.
Colette only dimly heard at all. She was in the middle of the most terrible moment of her life. The boy's hands ran over her tits, pushing her bra out of the way until her tight little nipples showed. But that wasn't the worst of it. His hand was blurring on his cock and it was obvious he was getting close to shooting. The tip of his cock throbbed and, at the very entrance to the tiny piss-slit, a drop of pre-cum juice had formed, hobbling with the frantic movement of the boy's hand.
"Yaahhh!" he yelled. "Eeeoohhh, yahhh!"
His hand jerked, and suddenly a stream of hot cum burst out of his piss-slit, streaming toward Colette like water from a hose.
"Aaahhhh!" she screamed, and twisted away, falling against Seymour. "Get me out of here!"
Brutally, he twisted her around and held her arms behind her back as another stream of the boy's cum gushed out of his cock and into her little white briefs. She screamed, trying to pull away, but Seymour held her and another stream of jism splattered into the white silk. She could feel the horrible sticky goo seeping through the material and getting her skin wet. She shuddered, held in Seymour's iron grip as the boy jerked his cock and twisted her bra cups until almost all of her high, thrusting tits were visible.
"Oohhh yeahhh!" the boy gasped, his eyes staring and his hand jerking the last of his cum out of his balls. He came forward and rubbed his cockhead over Colette's panties, wiping the last of his spunk off onto the expensive silk.
"You pervert," Colette said to Seymour. "Letting young boys do this."
"But they like it," he said, grinning at her. "And you have cum all over your panties, take them off!" "What, are you crazy?" He held up the long-tailed whip. "Take them off, or I'll whip them off with this."
Behind her, the second boy was shooting his cum with helpless yells of lust into Laura's sucking cunt. He jerked, his cock slamming in as Laura's slim, shapely legs gripped him tight and held him close. She was moaning with rising lust, her ass bucking up off the desk top.
"Another one, come on, one of you!" Laura screamed.
"Don't be stupid!" Colette snapped at Seymour. She twisted away.
"Hold her," Seymour said. "Four of you."
Instantly four of the boys grabbed Colette. She screamed and tried to lash out, but they had her tightly and they were very strong.
"What are you doing?" she asked as two boys pulled her arms and the other two lay on the floor, pulling her legs wide, under Seymour's instructions. "No, stop this!"
Seymour walked behind her. Colette twisted, but she couldn't get far enough to see the whip curling in. It bit into her asscheeks and somehow gripped the flap where her panties had been torn by the cane. As she screamed in agony, her ass jerking wildly, her arms almost pulling the boys off their feet, the whip flashed back and ripped away a strip of her panties.
"No, no, stop this, nooo, aaghhhh!" Colette screamed as the whip curled in and lashed her flesh, leaving another red welt as it grabbed another strip of her panties and tore them away. This time her pussy was revealed as the thin silk ripped apart.
But Seymour whipped her again, taking the rest of the flimsy garment in a single stroke, leaving Colette weeping and screaming, her body burning with pain. Even in her agony, she tried to close her legs to hide the lovely dark mound of pussyhair from the boys.
Behind Colette, the second boy rolled off her daughter and a third one jumped onto the little slut. Cum was oozing out of Laura's tight pussy as she moaned on the desk top, her ass thrusting up and her hands working inside her blouse and bra, stroking and pinching her nipples. She gasped as the boy plunged into her cunt and slid her legs over his ass, gripping him tight.
"Come on, now!" Laura whispered. "Fuck me good, I wanna come, I can come if you fuck me real hard!"
The boy groaned with lust and slammed hard at Laura's open pussy, fucking his cock right into her pussy. She moaned and pulled him close.
"Good!" she moaned. "Now, come on, fuck me!"
Colette hung in the grip of the four boys as she stared at Seymour. "Ready to show us your cunt?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"Show it to us. Hold your pussylips open and caress your clit."
"I'd rather die!" Colette screamed.