Chapter 5
Colette woke up, her body relaxed and loose. She spread out in the warm water as it surged around her and wondered what time it was. She had almost forgotten what she had been through until she looked down at her tits and saw the lingering crimson of her flesh. Then she remembered the agony. She slid her hand over her nipple and it throbbed to the touch, pangs of pain and excitement springing from the crinkled, bruised bud. Guiltily, she dropped it and gave a sob of shame. Something terrible had happened to her as the boys fucked her. She had come, climaxing with more passion than she had ever felt.
The door opened with the rattle of a key and Cindy, the little blonde, came in carrying a tray. She put it down by Colette.
"Mr. Jackson says you have to eat," she said, and turned away.
"Hey, Cindy, don't you remember me?" Colette asked, grabbing for her hand. "Hey, how do we get out of here? There must be a way."
Cindy looked down at her. "You'd better learn fast."
Colette was going to ignore the food, but it was good, and she discovered that she was hungry. Almost disgusted with herself, she wolfed it down and was just finishing as Seymour came in, dressed in a dark robe.
He tossed some red clothes onto a chair.
"Get out," he said.
Colette climbed out of the bath, her legs wobbling, her whole body relaxed.
"Let's have a look at you." He paraded around the black-haired woman, his eyes taking everything in. "Not bad."
He ran a hand over Colette's mashed ass-cheeks. She shivered and suddenly realized once more the horror of her situation.
"Okay," he snapped, "now go and do your hair, it's a mess. And make yourself presentable. Your stuff is there, we had it brought in."
That was a terrible shock for Colette. Her own cosmetics were on the bathroom stand. She had been tricked completely. Seymour sat down and waited, leaning back in the chair, watching her without any obvious interest.
"I'm going to turn you all in, you know," she said, her voice cracking, as she brushed and set her hair.
He ignored her, but she found herself blushing as she made her face up.
"Put those on," he said, nodding at the clothes.
A terrible mixture of shame and passion broke over Colette as she discovered what the clothes were. They were all the same brilliant red, the five-inch heels, the stockings, suspenders, side-tie panties and little dress. When she had them on, she saw herself in the mirror and was shocked, even though she knew what she would look like. She was a grown woman, and this outfit was an insult, even for a schoolgirl. The little dress clung to her every curve, outlining her body perfectly. It just about covered her tits, but over them it was nothing but a flap that could be undone and dropped to reveal her twin mounds. Below the belt that held her waist tightly, the dress flared out over her luscious ass, but it didn't even reach to her stocking tops. Her lacy suspender straps ran up her thighs, but the little panties didn't disguise the red welts all over her ass at all. She was panting as she turned to face her tormentor.
"Nice," he said, and walked around her, his cock sticking out of the front of his robe like a massive pole. "Bend over and hold your ankles."
Colette gave a deep inward groan of shame as she ran her hands down her legs and held her ankles, her ass sticking up under the little dress.
He slid his hand over her ass, stroking her flesh as she stared up at him through her spread legs, her thigh muscles stretched perfectly by the five-inch heels.
"The reason you're wearing red is that red is the punishment color in this school. Any girl who is stupid, or criminal enough to wear this is open for anything anybody wants to do. And she can't refuse, whatever it is. And she wears it for however long the crime deserves. You will wear it until Laura's nipple has healed. Stand up."
Colette was trembling with fury as she obeyed.
"And finally, this," Seymour said, and held out a wide leather collar covered with studs. He slid it around Colette's neck, pulling it until it was tight and she had a little trouble breathing. In the front was a ring, and he cUpped a leash to it.
The tight collar made Colette gasp. She trembled and stared at the floor.
"If you cooperate, we might get you into some other color early," he said. "But you'll have to be very good. Are you prepared to be very good?"
"Yes," Colette said, her face down, blushing for no reason she could understand.
"Yes, sir," Seymour whispered.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. We have a large party tonight and you will be the star attraction. For now, blow me. Watching you get dressed has given me a terrible hard-on."
The order came so fast that Colette shivered and her head spun. She looked down at his cock and dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands going to his swollen rod at once. She held the massive fucker, her fingers working up and down the hard flesh as she let her mouth wander over the enormous round cockhead.
"And don't let any of it out of your mouth. I don't want your dress cum-stained before we even get to the party."
"Yes, sir," Colette said, and broke into sobs of shame. She couldn't understand why she was behaving like this, submitting to his will. She sucked on his cock, her breath gasping a little in the tight collar.
"Stop that," he said, "you'll ruin your make up.
Colette managed to stop weeping. She worked her mouth over his thick cockhead, taking it deep and moaning as it filled her mouth and thrust at her throat.
"Suck it, yeah," Seymour murmured. "Just like that. That's good."
He held her hair tightly and thrust his cock at her mouth, holding her still and fucking her mouth to his own pace.
"You're one hell of a woman," he said. "Fuck, your mouth drives me crazy!" He thrust his cockhead at her throat until she gasped and gagged, her body shaking in the little red dress. "If you'd wake up, we might have a great time here, you know that?"
Colette groaned as he kept up his mouth-fucking, his cockhead moving over her tongue as she sucked and sucked at it.
"Well, we'll see," he murmured, sliding his cock at her mouth faster as the cum built up in his balls. "It's criminal to waste a face and body like yours, but then, we're not going to waste it any longer, are we?"
Colette just moaned, her body tingling with the awful passions building up in it. She sucked harder at his cockhead, feeling it throb and heave with the approaching release of his jism. Her fingers ran up and down his shaft, flickering over his flesh, driving him into a growing lust. She eased a hand down and caressed his balls, feeling the heavy nuts churn in their crinkled sac.
His hands gripped her hair harder, his cock speeded up its ramming mouth-fuck, the sides of his robe jerking around with the heaves of his body.
"You bitch!" he growled, his cock fucking in and out of her lips. "You can suck like a whore, bitch, the best whore in the world.
Fuuuuck, I'm gonna teach you to take this right down your throat, you know that, right down your throat-aaahhh, yeaaaahhhh!"
His cock throbbed and heaved in her mouth and the streams of jism poured out of the tiny piss-slit, gushing into her throat. She swallowed, her throat pulsing and her cheeks filling with spunk. Cum spread over her Ups, but she held it inside, flicking her tongue out to capture any gobs that might escape. He yelled with lust, his cock pounding into her mouth, the shaft throbbing and jerking as it shot the thick wads of creamy spunk into her open mouth.
"Fuuuuck!" he shouted. "Oohhh, fuuuuck, this is it, this is it, bitch, you give me anything less than this from now on and you'll be over a chair getting your ass whipped! Hard, you got that?"
Colette nodded her head. She licked at the cum, taking it all down, swallowing compulsively, managing to hold it all in her mouth as the stream of hot goo ran out and Seymour gave a low moan of satisfaction.
He eased his cock out until she was licking at the pricktip, taking up the last drops as they oozed from his cockslit.
"Not bad," he said, "but remember what I said."
"Yes, sir." She had tears of shame in her eyes. She didn't understand her reactions at all. One moment she wanted to die, the next, horrible bursts of passion were beating through her.
He took hold of the leash. "Get up. Make sure your dress is correct."
Colette shuddered at his voice, there was so much menace in it. She pulled her dress down, smoothing it out, and pulled her stockings straight where they had gotten a little creased.
Seymour took hold of the front of her dress and pulled the snaps over her tits. The flaps fell away, revealing her lovely tits. Without saying a word, he pulled them and rearranged the dress around them until he was satisfied.
The burst of humiliation that Colette felt almost made her explode. She could hardly stand still. "Snap them back up!" Colette trembled all over, her body shaking with fury. Dimly she remembered the agony of the cane, but her rage was building over that, seething to the surface. The only thing that stopped her from going crazy was a feeling that Seymour wanted her to lose control so that he could punish her more. She gritted her teeth and panted, her tits heaving so much that she had trouble clipping the dress back up.
Seymour took hold of the chain and pulled. "This way."
Suddenly Colette realized that there were low voices from the other side of the door and her guts twisted into knots. Seymour flung the door open and there was a buzz of excitement. He led her in on the end of the leash.
"Wooooowww," somebody said as Colette was led in, shaking and blushing, her fury only just under control. There was a burst of applause and whistles, making Colette feel like a slave on display.
There were about ten men in Seymour's room, all in robes, gathered around to look at her. In addition, Laura leaned back on a big four-poster bed as if she owned it, and Colette was willing to bet that she did. Finally, there were two of the schoolgirls, both in the same red as Colette was, and both with their hands bound over their heads as they hung from the ceiling by their arms, their feet just touching the floor. Both were little blondes. One of them had a sulky, pouting face, while the curly haired one was softer, tears running down her face. "Here she is," Seymour said, leading Colette to the center of the room. "What do you think?"
"Yeahhh, is what we think, Seymour!" one of the men yelled. "Laura was telling us what a bitch she is, but we said that a bitch is exactly what we want!"
The men laughed, their eyes on Colette, and Laura laughed with them, her hand running softly over her painful nipple.
"You saw what she did to my tits," Laura shouted. "Make sure she gets it, all the way."
"My staff," Seymour said, waving at the men. "Go meet them."
He unclipped the leash from Colette's collar.
Colette shook all over. The men crowded around. They were mainly young, and all looked ready to fuck her brains out. In addition, there were more than enough terrible-looking machines, whips and ropes lying around for any depraved thing they had in mind.
"Come here, bitch," said one of the men.
Colette walked toward him, and he slid his hand up her thigh without saying another word, his fingers probing into her cunt, pushing the thin panties into her fuckhole. She gasped and shuddered, her rage building fast.
"Not bad. Looks like a tight little cunt there."
"Should be," Seymour said. "Hardly used." The men laughed again and Colette broke out in a sweat. One of the men grabbed her and spun her around. "Bend over," he said. Colette was shaking horribly. She started to bend down as he slid his hands over her ass, pulling up her dress for a better view. "Spread 'em!"
Colette gurgled with hatred as she eased her heels out on the floor. She worked her hands down her stockinged calves and gripped her ankles, knowing the wonderful sight her legs and ass presented. The man worked his hands into her panties and slid a finger into her ass-crack, probing for the tight entrance to her shitter.
"Hmm," he said, pushing at her shitter, invading Colette's ass, "this one's gonna be fun, tight as a roach's pussy."
He thrust and his finger fucked into Colette's asshole.
Colette screamed and twisted, swinging out at the man and slapping him hard across the face.
"Nice," he chuckled. "Got to be disciplined, have we?"
"Let me go!" Colette screamed, suddenly aware of what she had done.
It didn't do her any good. Two more men grabbed her and pulled her over to another rope. One of them held it while her hands were lashed together and she was hanging from the ceiling before she knew what was happening. Her arms ached, her feet just held a grip on the carpet and her little red dress was pulled up at least halfway up her curving ass. She sobbed bitterly as she saw the man she'd slapped coming toward her with a riding crop in his hand.
He came up behind her and slid his hand over her tits, caressing them through the thin dress. Casually, he undid one of the dress flaps and let it fall, taking Colette's nipple in his hand and rolling it around. "You're a bitch, you know that?" he said softly.
Colette sobbed and didn't answer. The man stepped back, and she twisted, seeing the riding crop swing up in his hand.
"Yes, yes, I'm a bitch!" she screamed, but the riding crop was lashing down. "Aaaagghhhhhh! Help!" "Yes, sir!" the man snapped, lashing her hard across her ass. The little dress simply flicked out of the way as the terrible crop whipped at her. "Yes, sir, I'm a bitch!" "Better," he said, and came up to her again, running his hand over her tits and pressing into her back so that she could feel his hard cock between her asscheeks. "I hear you bit Laura's nipple."
"Yes, sir."
"Your own daughter, really." His voice was hard as he twisted her nipple until she moaned in pain. "You should suffer for that, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
"That can be arranged. Now, spread your legs."
Colette shivered and sobbed as she spread her legs for him, opening them until her heels were easily four feet apart, her muscles straining and aching.
He leaned down and put a leather strap around both her ankles as she stood there, weeping in horror and shame. Then he tied the straps off to the four-poster bed on one side and a bolt in the floor on the other. She sobbed as she hung there, her body helplessly open to him. He picked up another rod. Then he stood in front of her and slid it between her legs, stroking it over her pussy.
"Yesssss," he said slowly. Colette broke into a sweat as she watched the rod, felt it stroke over her pussy, caressing her clit through the tiny thin panties she wore. In a daze of horror, she watched the rod swing down and suddenly flick up in his expert hand.
The rod cut up through the hem of the dress, right across her clit, beating an agony out of the contact that sent her writhing on the rope, her body twisting, her tits bouncing and her legs pulling at the bonds.
"Yes, I like that," the man said as her screams died away. He flicked the rod up again, cutting it into her pussy and sending terrible agony surging out of her clit once more.
"Aaaghhhhh!" she sobbed, her pussy erupting with pain. Her tits heaved as he ran the rod over her pussy again, caressing her flesh. "What a bitch," he said. "Yes, yes, I am, sir!" she cried, her eyes glued to the rod as it slid between her legs.
"We're gonna give you a show," he said. "Those two on the ropes are due for some very severe punishment. About half of what you're gonna get. I just thought I'd start on you early, something about the tingling in my face."
"I'm sorry, I really am, sir," Colette said. "If you let me down, I'll suck your cock, I will, and Seymour says I'm good at it."
She gasped and moaned and saw to her horror that he had recognized the helpless lust in her labored breathing.
"I'll have your mouth as much as I want and whip you as much as I want," he said, and lashed the rod up between her legs.
"Aaaghhh, yes, sir!" Colette screamed, her body rocking with agony.
But her terrible passion was burning harder too, surging out of her whipped pussy. She saw the rod flick up again and her hips thrust to meet it, her thighs straining farther apart, spreading her pussy for the stroke.
The man grinned, and Colette realized that his cock was sticking out of his robe. Behind him, some of the men were gathering, watching the display, while Laura lay back on the bed, eating a cookie and rubbing her pussy through her tight black panties.
The man leaned forward and undid the other dress flap. It fell down and Colette screamed in horror as he ran the tip of the rod over her cringing tit flesh.
"You bit Laura's nipple, didn't you?"
"Aaaaahhhh!" Colette moaned, her eyes following the tip of the rod as it moved lightly over her tits. "Yes, I did, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."
"But we can't enjoy Laura's tits until it heals. Do you have any idea how much we enjoy her tits?"
"There are plenty of other tits!" The man laughed and moved to the side very fast. The thin rod slid across Colette's tits, stroking over her flesh as she trembled and gasped for air. The collar seemed to get tighter each time her passion surged. The thin rod rolled down the upper curve of her tits and rested on her nipples.
Then the rod swept up and down, cutting right across Colette's tight nipple buds.
Colette's scream rang off the walls. The men gasped, and Laura stopped nibbling on her cookie. Across Colette's tits the stain of pain spread.
"Oooohh, God, please, no!" she cried, her body heaving, sweat breaking out all over her skin.
"Oh, yes," the man said, laying the cane across her nipples again.
"Ooohhh, please, I'll do anything you want!" Colette groaned, staring at the rod as it lay across the spreading crimson welts it had created.
"That's true. Beg me for one more stroke, then maybe I won't give you six more."
"Aaahhhh!" Colette wailed, her body tossing on the ropes. She almost choked at the savage passions running loose in her body.
The rod lashed her nipples, beating them exactly as before, sending her screaming in agony, her legs flailing until even the ring bolt jerked up and dropped back to the floor.
"Ooohh, please, sir, whip my tits once more," Colette moaned, shaking with a horrible mixture of horror and lust.
The rod went up, hovered for a moment, then lashed down, beating across her nipples, sending her screaming and gasping for breath as a deep, dark, depraved passion surged out of her guts.
"You know what I'm going to do while we watch these two cunts get their punishment?" "No-no, sir!" Colette sobbed. "I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Aaahhhh!" Colette screamed.