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Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the
end of the day. She had been at The Covenant Boarding
School for Young Women two weeks now and was terribly
homesick. She hated it! Why did her parents have to get
divorced? And then to pack her off to this School while
they fought over their possessions was no fair. She
missed her old house, with its stables out back and its
open meadows stretching for miles.

She thought longingly of how she used to saddle up
Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind
pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim
thighs clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm
of the horse. Sometimes she would bring a basket of
food, maybe some bread and cheese with a little wine
snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay out among the
grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the
clouds above her were imaginary lovers come to take her
away to imaginary lands of beauty and fulfillment.

She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced
Boker, High. She hadn't liked it too much, but managed
to get mostly B's with a couple of A's her freshman
year; and her Sophomore year was shaping up to be a
great one before her parents had decided to destroy
everything. She had been assigned the same classes as
her best friend Sandy, and she had just begun to become
interested in a "guy," as Sandy would say. She had even
made the second to last cut on the cheerleading squad.
She hadn't expected to make it, of course, since she
was only a sophomore, but it was fun, and she loved the
exercise.

But now she was here, she thought as she dropped her
bag on her desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid,
checkered skirt flying up to reveal trim, well-muscled
thighs, just losing their tan and becoming once more
their natural creamy ivory. Her auburn hair, now, away
from the sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about her
face, framing it.

A year ago her face might have been called boyish, but
it had been softened by her maturation: her small,
squarish chin had given away to a rounder, almost
dainty one, perfectly accenting her full, dull pink
lips; a small, sharp nose filled out, and revealing
some old asian blood, did not turn up, instead
remaining faintly southern European in look. Large
brown eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood,
sat above high cheekbones and pale, full cheeks,
completing the picture.

Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here. It
was a great school, with fully 80% of the girls going
on to an ivy league school. And the accommodations were
great. She shared a nice large room, larger than her
room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because she too
had joined the school mid-semester, had quickly become
her best friend there. The other girls at the school
were not friendly at all, but she thought it must be
because they were new. She had seen a definite
hierarchy among her fellow schoolmates, with the senior
and juniors bullying the freshman and sophomores.
Neither she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though,
and Karen hoped they would just be left alone.

She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at
least some company. Not this weekend, of course, since
Su Lee had been picked up earlier in the day by her
parents, but she would be back Sunday night. Su Lee,
she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman,
four inches shorter than her own 5'6". Karen envied her
hair, long, straight, black hair hanging down to her
thighs, which she kept in a french braid most of the
time. Her face was not completely Chinese-- Su Lee
claimed her grandfather on her mother's side was white-
-and it showed, lightening what would have been a dark
olive complexion to a mellower color.

Her eyes also revealed the Caucasian blood, being large
and lidded. Her body, though, was typically asian, slim
with small breasts (she wore a size A bra, Karen
thought, remembering when she had accidentally thought
it was one of her own. She herself had just switched to
size B) and a firm if flat behind. She was not as
athletic as Karen, but her body showed the firmness of
youth, and although at 16 she was a year older than
Karen, she looked two years her junior.

She turned onto her side and looked at the clock: 7:00
o'clock. She sighed and decided she'd better start
studying soon, since she really had nothing better to
do. Sitting up, she started unbuttoning her blouse with
one hand while slipping off her shoes with the other.
Shucking off her shirt, she stood and unclasped her
skirt, letting it fall down her shapely calves to the
ground. She stepped out of it, and reached behind
herself to unclasp her bra while standing in front of
her dresser.

When she had pulled her bra off, she straightened and
looked at herself in the dresser mirror. She was, she
knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic kind of way,
her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples,
perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body.
Sometimes she wished she could have the willowy, exotic
beauty of Su Lee, but she shook her head and started to
rummage around in her drawer for her sleeping t-shirt.
She found it, pulled it over her head, and smoothed it
down until it fell to mid thigh. She sighed, thinking
of the long, boring weekend in front of her, grabbed
her toiletries, and headed down the hall to the common
restroom.

She was happy to find that none of the other girls were
there, and finished quickly to avoid them. She made it
safely back to her room and sat down to study. Three
hours later she was tired and burned out. Leaving all
her study materials on her desk, she turned off the
light and crawled into bed, almost immediately falling
asleep.

She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of
water. She couldn't see the shore and she was very
tired. She slipped under the water...she couldn't
breathe.... Her eyes popped open--she couldn't breath!
Laying on her stomach, her face was pressed into her
pillow, suffocating her. As she struggled, she came
fully awake and realized that someone was sitting on
her lower back and had pulled her arms behind her back!
Someone else had two hands on the back of her head and
was pressing it into the pillow.

She panicked, thrashing around-- 'what was happening to
her, what did these people want?' flashed through her
mind as she felt a thin cord being wrapped tightly
around her wrists and quickly tied off. A hand on the
back of her head gripped her hair, and a second later
her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her
back.

As she gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and
prepared to scream her lungs out, what felt like a
large rubber ball was pressed against her mouth. She
reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting on
her back, but the hand gripping the back of her head
pushed violently forward, while the other hand slammed
the ball into her mouth.

She made gagging sounds around the ball as her face was
pressed back into the pillow, and she felt someone pull
two straps across her face and connect them behind her
head. She managed to turn her face to the side, her
mind a confused jumble, just before someone sat on her
head. She felt the person sitting on her lower back
turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to
hit him or her.

The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them
against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a
cord being wrapped around her ankles. Suddenly, the
weight of the bodies was off of her, and she started
thrashing and grunting madly, trying to free her hands
or her legs. She couldn't see her assailants in the
dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard
in the gut.

Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through
the gag, and they took advantage of her momentary
disability by tying another cord around her legs just
above the knees. Two pair of hands then lifted her
roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her
into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed
out of her lungs with an oomph as she landed hard
against the wooden bottom of the cart on her hip and
shoulder. She looked up to see the dark shapes of
clothes fall over her trussed body. She felt and heard
the cart start down the hall.

She whimpered through her gag; what was happening to
her? What did they want from her? Her parents were
wealthy, but not that wealthy. And where was she being
taken? Her wrists throbbed with pain as the thin cord
cut off the circulation to her hands, and her legs
ached for the same reason. Her jaw was sore, unused to
being pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying
to get more comfortable, only scraping her bruised
flesh against the wooden bottom of the cart, driving
painful splinters into her thighs and back. She moaned
and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag.

Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the
hamper changed from a dull rolling noise to the
staccato chatter of rolling across cobblestone. She was
outside, in the freezing night; even through the pile
of clothes on her flesh raised goosebumps, sending
chills up and down her bound legs, and raising her
nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as
she sobbed.

Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she
sensed hands lifting the clothes off her. Lost in
despair, she didn't know how long she had been in the
hamper, and she had no idea where she was now. She
stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her
tormenters to reveal themselves. Before all the clothes
were removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her
painfully onto a hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by
the bright lights around her. Lying painfully on her
side, her legs bound together and her arms tied behind
her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now swollen
with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and
peered up into the faces of her Abductors.

Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes,
two girls from her school, standing over her. Although
both were wearing the school uniform--plaid skirt
coming down just above the knee and a white blouse--
they could not have been different in appearance.

Ingrid was a Norwegian, her pale yellow, almost white
hair cut into a short bob, matching her face, which
shone with a translucent pallor. Striking blue eyes
stared out from a handsome face, a full figured woman
at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely body.
She was a senior at the school, and her father was a
senator. Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, and
smiled wickedly down at her.

Standing next to her was Mercedes, her southern Italian
blood showing her up even darker against the color of
Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing
only 5' tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and
Karen had always though she was a bit mousy, with her
wavy brown hair always pulled back into a pony-tail and
her small, angular yet pretty face adorned with a pair
of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a
3" double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning
bizarrely, she looked frightening. She was a Junior,
and Karen remembered, crazily, that she used to follow
Ingrid everywhere.

As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over,
staring directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go
through her body, and tried to ask "what do you want?"
But all that came out was a muffled moaning. Ingrid
smiled at her, revealing two rows of perfectly white
teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you,
sweetie?" Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to
caress Karen's cheek, sending a shiver down her bound
form. She could not move, she was petrified, a small
bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid's.
Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued,

"Well, to put is simply, you're ours. Actually, you're
the seniors'. We run things around here, and we get to
do whatever we like to little snotty underclassmen like
you." She smiled again, sending more shudders down
Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have a
little party, and you're the entertainment." So saying,
she stopped stroking Karen's cheek and moved her hand
down to her stomach, slowly sliding her hand under
Karen's sleep-T.

Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed
her stomach. She tried to shrink away, and began
shivering uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to
her. They couldn't be this cruel. "My poor little
bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you frightened?" Glancing
down at Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm, so
beautiful...." Her hand moved higher, brushing gently
against the underside of Karen's breast.

"NO!" Karen screamed into her gag, and began thrashing
about, trying to roll away from Ingrid's hand. Please,
Nooo! she screamed in her mind.

A sharp "smack" echoed in her ears as her head was
jerked to one side and fiery pain filled the side of
her head. She became instantly still as she stared up
into Ingrid's glaring countenance. "None of that, you
little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can
handle," Ingrid snarled.

Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward
Mercedes and said, "I don't think our little Karen
really understands her position here. Maybe a little
caning will teach her."

Karen froze at the word: cane her? Wasn't it enough
that they had bound her and were going to molest her?
Now they were going to cane her? She broke down, and
started sobbing again through her gag. Ignoring her,
Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and
Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her
wrists. Pain flooded her hands as circulation returned,
and she groaned as two strong hands took her wrists and
put a leather cuff around each. They roughly rolled her
over and clipped the cuffs together in front of her,
then dragged her to her feet.

Mercedes stood by her, knife in one hand and the other
helping Karen keep her balance, as Ingrid walked over
to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley
contraption above Karen's head. "Now be a good girl and
put your wrists over the hook," Ingrid said. Meekly,
keeping her eyes on Mercedes and her knife, Karen did
as she was told, and fell heavily against her arms as
Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was
struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining
the muscles in her calves to save putting all her
weight on her arms.

Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose." Mercedes
quickly cut the cords binding her legs, and she again
fell against her arms as feeling came back into her
legs. She regained her balance, her calves and thighs
burning with the effort, and stared in horror as
Mercedes brought the knife right before her eyes. She
shuddered in fear as Mercedes slowly ran the knife down
her cheek, across her neck, and to the top of her
sleeping-T.

Karen's heart nearly burst when, with a quick motion,
Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting her T-shirt
down the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and
her T fell to the ground. She stood, stretched and
bound before her two classmates, her breasts standing
out before their lewd stares... she moaned in
humiliation, her face turning red with embarrassment. A
slight breeze blew threw the room, causing her nipples
stiffen.

Mercedes brought her head down, and gently lapped at
her right nipple. The warm, wet, pressure of Mercedes'
tongue sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back,
trying to twist out of the way, mincing on the balls of
her feet to keep from unbalancing again.

Mercedes merely smiled cruelly, and, grabbing Karen's
underwear, ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen
to swing out toward her and land hard against her arms.
She regained her precarious balance again as her two
classmates stepped back to admire her. She was
stretched taut, the strong muscles of her calves,
thighs, and stomach straining to keep her up on her
toes, and her round breasts firm against her chest.

Tears began running down her face as they stepped close
to her and began running their hands up and down her
body, sending chill shivers through her. This couldn't
be happening. It just couldn't. It was all a bad dream,
and she'd wake up soon. Please let it not be happening.
She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the hands
exploring her body, running over her stomach, her back,
her sides, caressing her breasts and legs. Suddenly she
was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her
mouth. Ingrid was removing her ball gag! Another quick
tug and it came all the way out, trailing her saliva
behind it.

She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let
me go, I won't tell anyone... Why are you doing this?"
At which Mercedes and Ingrid burst into laughter.
"Please... let me go!"

"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a
long switch. "I still don't thing you understand" she
said as she brought the switch swiftly across Karen's
stomach.

"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through
her and she fell again onto her arms. The world went
fiery red for an instant before returning to a dull
throb through her midsection. She scrambled back onto
her toes and stared in horror as she saw Mercedes roll
forward a video camera standing on a tripod and turn it
on.

Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe
this will help you understand what your position is
here. You see, we tape everything we do to you for the
headmistress. She likes to see how her new students
perform." Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up
another switch and walked around behind her. As Ingrid
said, "You may begin," Karen's ass exploded in pain.
Throwing her hips forward to escape the pain, they
threw themselves into a blow from Ingrid, burning
across the front of her thighs.

"AAAHHHH... NOOOO! AAAAHHHH... PLEASE... DON'T!
AAAAAAHHHH... STOP! PLEASE!" she cried again and again,
the switches landing against her back, her breasts, her
stomach, her thighs, biting into her nipples, turning
her whole body into one fiery mass of pain. She twisted
and squirmed around on the end of the hook, unable to
escape the punishing blows of the switches as they
flooded every nerve in her body with unendurable pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, she began to drift.
The pain raining down on her seemed to spread across
her entire body, leaving her in a sort of floating
numbness. The pain was no longer pain...it was merely
sensation, feeling, engulfing her entire body,
increased each time a blow landed against her body.

She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now,"
she had stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know
how long, and, hanging against her arms, uttered only
grunts each time she was struck. She felt her body
being lowered to the ground, and two sets of hands
carry it to a large, cushioned table. Her arms and legs
were affixed to cuffs in the corner, binding her
spread-eagled. Gently hands ran across her body,
sending shooting signals of sensation through her as
they brushed against her bruised, reddened flesh.

Every touch seemed magnified a thousand times by abused
flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm of
pure feeling. It seemed as if she were looking down at
herself as Ingrid gently took her right nipple into her
mouth and began gently sucking, concentrating what was
neither pleasure nor pain at that one point.

Mercedes was leaning over the table between her legs,
stroking her inner thighs, and slowly, gently, placed
her mouth over Karen's vagina. Her tongue snaked out
and licked up and down her slit, providing a
counterpoint to the sensation at her nipple. Ingrid
stopped and the sensation flooded into her groin, then
moved back as she began sucking at her other nipple.

She began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue
between her labia, and a shiny coating of liquid
greeted Mercedes as she probed deeper. Ingrid moved
from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up to Karen's
clitoris, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's
body, which was emitting low moaning sounds from her
mouth. Mercedes pressed her lips against Karen's clit
and began softly massaging it with the flat of her
tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this new
sensation.

Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she
was above it all, riding the waves of feeling which
were slowly increasing. She sensed a pressure building
up from somewhere, slowly increasing, slowly drawing
her back to her abused body, criss-crossed with red
marks and throbbing, throbbing.

Slowly the sensations around her tightened, grew, and
suddenly she was back in her own body as the sensations
became wave after wave of pure ecstasy. She screamed
and bucked on the table, felt strong fingers digging
into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her clit,
felt a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast.
She beat her body against the table, thrusting her hips
forward and back, forward and back, thrusting her chest
up and down, up and down, as all the sensations of the
night, every feeling which had burned its way through
her nerves, came back to her as almost unendurable
ecstasy. Slowly her orgasm broke, and her thrashing
stopped, and she lay, bound to the table, her chest
rising and falling raggedly as she sucked in great
gasps of air.


CHAPTER 2


Ingrid and Mercedes, her face glistening with Karen's
juices, smiled at each other over Karen's prone body.
"What a slut," Ingrid said, tweaking Karen's nipple,
bringing a twitching response from her. At Ingrid's
words, shame and humiliation rushed through Karen. What
had happened? What had they done to her? Her body,
covered with sweat, ached from the beating she had
taken. Between her legs her thighs felt sticky and
warm.

She shuddered in revulsion at the way she had reacted.
The pleasure of a moment ago was forgotten, and she
began to quietly cry as she remembered her body's
betrayal, remembered the way she had screamed out
during her orgasm, thrashing about, no better than some
worthless whore, cumming uncontrollably, unstoppably.
She sucked in her lower lip and thought: maybe now
they'll let me go...maybe now...please let them let me
go...please.

She was interrupted in her thoughts when she heard
Ingrid say, "I'm glad I asked a couple of my friends
from Paddock over. They'll love this cunt."

"Nooooo," Karen moaned, "Please let me go... haven't
you done enough?"

"Done enough?" Ingrid replied, "You loved it, you cunt.
I've never seen anyone pop her cork like you just did.
Hell, watching you get your rocks off turned me on...
hmmm... maybe I will send you home for now; I'm sure
Merc and I can take care of my friends. I do need a
good fuck."

"Wait," Mercedes broke in, "when I was sucking her off,
I noticed she's still a virgin."

Surprised, "What, she hasn't been popped? A slut like
that?"

"Nope, and I really want to see her get stuck for the
first time."

"Why not?" Ingrid shrugged, "I'm sure the boys will
have plenty left for us. Let's go get the bitch cleaned
up for 'em."

Noooo, Karen thought, wasn't it enough that they had
beaten her black and blue, that they had turned her
body against her, humiliating her? Now they had invited
men over to abuse her. She didn't know if she could
take anymore.

Ingrid and Mercedes quickly unclasped her arms and legs
and half-dragged half-carried her across the room and
down a wide hallway. They pulled her unresisting body
through an open doorway into a large shower stall with
nozzles protruding from every wall. They reattached her
wrist bands and, pulling her arms up and apart, clipped
them to the top edge of the stall.

Karen let out a sharp cry as cold water instantaneously
struck her whole body. She jerked her chin up to remove
it from the painful spray, and began shivering
uncontrollably. The hard, pulsating spray felt like it
was flaying her alive, driving against her whipped
flesh, sending ice cold sparks of pain through her
body. Slowly though, the water began to warm, and her
shivering began to subside. She noticed vaguely,
through the spray blocking her vision, Ingrid and
Mercedes leaving the room. Oh, God, let them not come
back, she thought, and began to relax for the first
time since she had been kidnapped that evening.

The water helped, beating into her sore muscles,
massaging her bruised skin, sluicing down her stomach
and thighs. She became more and more relaxed, and hung
her head, letting the water beat against her scalp. She
slumped down and began to doze off, the tensions of the
evening, as well as her own orgasm, draining her of
energy. After she did not know how long, the water
snapped off, and she raised her head groggily. Standing
before her were Ingrid and Mercedes.

Ingrid stood bare-footed, attired in black stockings
held up by a black garter belt. Bikini leather panties
barely covered her pubic hair, and her stomach was
bare. A black bustier squeezed her large, round breasts
up and together. Black lipstick adorned her lips and
she had touched her eyes lightly with mascara. She
stood heavily on one leg with her hip thrust out, her
hand against her hip and a cruel grin on her face.

Beside her, Mercedes was completely naked except for a
studded black leather collar around her neck. Karen
noticed with a shock that she did not have any pubic
hair, which, combined with her slight frame, made her
look like a young girl of 11 or 12 years. Her stance,
though, belied her slim hips and small breasts, for it
was confident and sure. She was holding a large towel,
and walked casually up to Karen and began to dry her
off.

After her long shower, Karen's skin was hyper-
sensitive, so she squirmed away from Mercedes, who just
more vigorously rubbed the abrasive towel against
Karen's tenderized skin. Finishing by drying her hair,
Mercedes then unclasped her wrists, leaving her leather
cuffs on, and Ingrid and Mercedes gently took her by
the arms and began walking her back to the main room.

She was beaten, physically and emotionally drained by
her experiences, and they knew it. Held between them,
she asked, "Please can I go back to my room now? I
can't take anymore."

"Sure you can," Mercedes smiled, "we've got two virile
young men just waiting to fuck you."

Karen moaned, "Noooo... please..." interrupted by a
stinging slap from Ingrid, shocking her out of her daze
and back into this horrible reality where she was
beaten and raped again and again.

"Shut up, slut," Ingrid growled, "and behave. It'll
only be as bad as you make it."

She had to escape. She just had to. She knew she
couldn't take anymore abuse; it would drive her crazy.
Her body was still sore, her shoulders aching from when
she had hung her weight from them, her skin burning
from the aftereffects of the switching and the shower.
Her classmates weren't holding her too closely; she
could easily twist away from them. She was sure she
could outrun them once she got away, and then she would
make it to the highway and someone would pick her up.
She would tell the police and they would be arrested.
Even if she didn't make it, even if she froze to death
outside, it would be better than this torture.

Her thoughts were broken by a long, low whistle: "Damn,
you sure did a number on her. She's a looker though."
She jerked her head up at the voice and beheld two
young men, naked, their clothes piled on the ground
beside their feet. Both stood about 21 years old and
5'10, and where one was stocky and brown-haired, the
other was slim with blond hair. It was the slim one who
had spoken.

Without thinking, she twisted from the girls' grip,
turning as she did so, and ran toward the door. She
heard cries of "Shit" and "Son of a..." and the sound
of pounding feet on the hardwood floor following her.
She was halfway to the door when a heavy weight hit her
in the small of her back. Strong arms wrapped around
her as she fell forward. She barely got her hands under
her as she fell, and fell hard against the hardwood
floor, knocking the breath from her lungs.

As she gasped for breath strong hands forced her arms
behind her, where her wrist cuffs were clipped
together, and she heard Ingrid say, "Stupid bitch...
I'll fucking show her..."

"Wait," a voice broke in, "I've got an idea." She
recognized the voice as the slim young man's. Mercedes
and the stocky man kneeled on either side of her as she
lay there, gasping for breath, and wrapped a thick,
leather belt around the crook of her elbows. Mercedes
quickly pulled the belt tight, bringing Karen's elbows
together, sending a painful strain into her shoulders,
pulling them back and thrusting her aching breasts into
the floor.

"Roll her over," the young man said, and she was
roughly rolled over onto her back. She lay there, her
arms crushed painfully under her, her breasts thrust
like an offering toward the ceiling, her lolling back
on the hardwood floor. Everyone stood up as she began
to regain her breath, and Ingrid and Mercedes grabbed
her ankles, pulling them toward her head.

In a second, Karen was bent painfully in two, her knees
beside her head, her hair pinned down on the floor by
one knee each from Ingrid and Mercedes, who also pinned
her calves to the floor with strong hands. She
struggled briefly, but found she could not move much.
She was trapped there with her ass and vagina stuck
gaping into the air. It was a humiliating position, and
she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world
around her.

Ingrid leaned close to her face and hissed, "Now you're
going to get it," and Karen's eyes widened in terror as
she looked between her legs and saw the slim man
approaching her backside holding a medium sized belt in
his hand. The other man was slightly behind him holding
the videotape recorder. Both of their penis' were
coming to life as they thought of the punishment they
were about to inflict.

"You're going to have to learn your place, cunt," the
man snarled as the belt whistled through the air,
landing with a dull, wet smacking sound directly on
Karen's cunt and mound. A blinding white flash of pain
seared through her guts and temporarily blinded her,
her body thrashing her hips up and out, trying in any
way to escape the torment within her. Her voice was not
her own as a horrible shriek escaped her lips:
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG."

It seemed to go on and on in her own ears, and the pain
kept building. She heard another dull smack and she
exploded in pain again as the belt dug into the tender
flesh of her vagina, her voice a siren wailing, her
body thrashing around, banging again and again against
the hard floor. Another smack and her whole groin was
on fire, burning and aching, the pain overwhelming all
her senses: she could not hear nor see, all she could
do was feel.

She wasn't sure if he hit her again, although he must
have, for the agony kept increasing, building to an
almost inhuman level where she thought her entire
pelvis must explode, wished it would explode, just to
release the awful agony which was consuming her. It was
beyond pain, beyond sensation; it was as if at the end
of every one of the nerves in her pelvis area a little
fire had been lit.

The noise had stopped, her mouth open in a silent
scream. She half felt a weight lean against her, two
hands roughly grab her breasts, mauling them between
strong fingers, pressing them into her chest. She felt
vaguely a jabbing around her vulva, and felt her hymen
tear, the pain of that violation subsumed by the
greater pain left from the whipping, merely adding more
sensation to her already overburdened nerves.

He was kneeling by her ass, his hands mauling her
breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her head to
thrash back and forth as his cock slammed mercilessly
back and forth into her tortured vagina, thinly coated
with the blood of her hymen. She thrust uncontrollably
back at him, the fire within her an unbearable, burning
pressure, a pressure which she, without thinking,
needed to burst. She began grunting at each powerful
thrust; her world had narrowed to the terrible,
overwhelming, consuming sensation centered in her cunt.
Suddenly the pounding stopped, and her voice rose into
a keening, monotone wail.

He pulled out, quickly losing hardness, leaving her
hips bobbing up and down, her cunt gasping and sucking
in air. Her mind screamed Nooooo...only a little
more...a little more and it would all be over...she
would overwhelm her senses and achieve oblivion...she
needed just a little more.... Suddenly she was filled
again with one brutal thrust as the stocky man slammed
his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly,
slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples,
calling her whore, slut, bitch, cunt.

She didn't hear, didn't feel, didn't care, her whole
body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her and
ground his pelvis against her clit, sending her over
the top. She froze, every muscle standing out in
straining relief against her body; she screamed as
every sensation--the bite of the belt into her pussy,
the brutal tearing of her hymen, the slaps, the
pinches, the awful, overwhelming pressure was sucked
down, like a collapsing star, into one tiny piece of
flesh, her clitoris.

Then it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstasy,
and she felt her body convulse with every pulse from
her clit, her strength inhuman in the throws of her
orgasm. She was free of restraining hands, free of the
man's penis, which had filled her with seed the moment
of her orgasm, free to bang her legs and ass, her
shoulders, her head, again and again against the hard
floor, flopping around like a beached fish.

Finally, she doesn't know after how long, or if she
lost consciousness as wave after wave of unbearable
pleasure ripped through her body, she came to her
senses. Her whole body ached, especially her arms,
shoulders, and vagina, but she didn't care; she was
removed from everything, like she was caught in that
strange land between sleep and waking. Voices drifted
down to her ... "freaky ... on tape? ... every twitch
... what a cunt ... bite my prick off ... shit!"

Hands lifted her, wrapped something around her, led her
into chilly air which she hardly noticed, laid her down
on a bed where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.


CHAPTER 3


Karen awoke at one o'clock Saturday afternoon. She
could barely move, she was stiff and sore all over. As
she swung her legs to the side of the bed and tried to
stand, the awful aching in her vagina almost knocked
her over. Her mind was still numbed from sleep and pain
when she looked into the full-length closet mirror.

Her large brown eyes widened in shock as she saw
herself: red welts crisscrossed her entire body,
concentrated on her thighs and breasts. Her vagina and
the entire area between her legs was a swollen, puffy
red. Her eyes were puffy and her face tear streaked.
Dried semen coated her inner thighs and stuck her pubic
hair together. The horror of last night came rushing
back to her, and she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

Every detail in crystal clarity pushed at her
consciousness: her kidnap at the hands of Ingrid and
Mercedes, how they beat her and then turned her body
treacherously against her.

The so relaxing shower followed by the worst horror of
the night, her attempted escape and her punishment. She
quivered, unable to stop the flow of memories, the
memories of the pain of the belt on her cunt, bringing
her to a bizarre desire for release; of her hymen
ripping before a man's raping phallus, of his seed
filling her to be replaced by another man's phallus,
and of her final, mind-bending orgasm, which hurt so
much but felt so strangely good. She shivered at the
memories as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving
with sobs.

Slowly she recovered, and, wiping the tears from her
eyes, stood up and staggered to her closet. She grabbed
a towel and went over to her sink, washing herself off
as well as she could; she didn't want to go to the
showers, she didn't want to be seen. Her face flushed
with humiliation as she thought of Ingrid or Mercedes
seeing her and smiling their knowing smiles, laughing
at her, at how they wrung two terrible orgasms from
her, at how they beat her and tortured her and finally
gave her to their friends to play with. She almost
broke down again, but caught herself. She lay down on
the bed and began to think.

She couldn't go outside, not with Ingrid and Mercedes
around; they might grab her again. Thinking that, she
looked at her door--it didn't have any locks. She stood
up quickly, ignoring her aching body, and wedged a
chair against the doorknob, then returned to bed,
curling up into a fetal position. She could tell the
headmistress, Ms. Ellsworth, but if Ingrid had been
telling the truth, she already knew all about it, and
approved.

She couldn't turn to anyone at the school, and Su Lee
was gone for the weekend. She couldn't call anyone
either, since the girls weren't allowed any outgoing
calls. If only her parents called her she could have
them come and pick her up, take her away from this
hell; but they hadn't called in two weeks, and were
probably too busy with the divorce to care about her.
She could try to hike to the nearest town, or to the
highway, but that would take four or five hours, and
she had no doubts that she was being watched. She
couldn't escape.

She stayed in her room all day, leaving only when she
couldn't hold her urine or her bowels any longer,
afraid each time that she would see Ingrid or Mercedes.
Gladly, they were nowhere to be seen. She didn't eat
and she had a hard time sleeping that night, but the
next day finally came. It was a repetition of the
previous day, except hunger pains drove her to the
cafeteria, where she quickly grabbed some rolls and
fled back to her room. Su Lee came back that evening,
talkative, as she seldom was, excited by her weekend
with her parents. Karen was in no mood to listen, but
kept up a pretence of interest: she didn't want Su Lee
to find out what had happened to her.

Finally, though, Su Lee's energy began to wane, and
they both began getting ready for bed. Karen waited for
Su Lee to leave the room for her toiletries before
changing: Su Lee was bound to notice the ugly welts
covering her body.

The school week passed uneventfully: Ingrid and
Mercedes were seldom seen and ignored her completely.
The rest of the world went on as if nothing had
happened. Still, Karen cringed every time she had to go
out into the halls and every time someone called her
name. Finally Friday came when she received an
unexpected note in the mailbox: it was from the
headmistress' secretary stating that the headmistress
wished her presence in the faculty lounge that evening
at 7 pm.

At first she was scared to go...what if Ingrid and
Mercedes were telling the truth, and she would arrive
there to suffer more abuse at Ms. Ellsworth's hands...
but what if they were lying, and the headmistress had
found out what happened to her... then she would be
saved and if she knew nothing, then Karen could tell
her everything she had to go... had to find out. She
resolved herself to go over dinner in the cafeteria.
She wished Su Lee had made it to dinner so she could
ask her what she thought it meant, but she was probably
busy studying.

When Karen returned to her room, she was surprised to
see Su Lee absent, but she was worried about her
meeting with her headmistress so didn't think twice
about it. She went to the mirror to check out how she
was healing: not bad, all but the worst of the welts
were completely gone, and she didn't even feel those
any more. She stretched and waited until seven, then
left to meet the headmistress.

The faculty lounge was in the same building as the
faculty apartments, about a five minute walk across
campus from the student's dorms. She made it in under
three at a jog, and was shivering in her oversized
jacket outside the door marked "FACULTY LOUNGE",
knocking hard.

The headmistress' secretary, Paul, a tall, stocky man,
about 6' tall and 185 lbs, with sandy brown hair and a
handsome face, opened the door and smiled down on her.
"Right on time. Come in, come in." He held the door
open for her and ushered her into a short, wide hallway
with another door at the end. "Let me take your
jacket," he said, and Karen gratefully gave it to him
to hang on one of the hooks on the wall; it was much
warmer inside. She fell into step beside him as he
walked down the hall toward the other door. He opened
it and waved her through, smiling.

Karen stepped through the door and began to face
forward, feeling Paul following her, when she was
pushed hard in the back, throwing her off her feet to
land hard on her hands and knees, her hair falling over
her head to obscure her face. She grunted as her hands
and knees hit a soft, padded floor, much like the gym
mats she had practiced on when she was young. Oh God,
not again, she thought as she scrambled to her feet. As
she stood, ready to flee, she felt a strong hand grip
the back of her neck, causing her to freeze.

"Now, now Karen, don't do anything foolish. You
remembered what happened last time," Paul said, holding
her tightly. She trembled slightly, remembering; "Now
put your arms behind your back," he said, and she
acquiesced meekly, feeling a pair of metal handcuffs
quickly binding her wrists. Still holding her neck,
Paul brushed her hair from her face, giving her, her
first good look at the faculty lounge. She gasped as
her eyes took everything in. It was a large room, maybe
200' by 200'; several single parallel bars, about waist
high, were bolted to a floor carpeted with gym mats;
large eye-hooks protruded from various places on the
floor and walls; several ottoman-like objects,
surrounded by eye-hooks, sat bolted to the floor;
endless amount of rope hung down from eye-hooks on the
ceiling, 15' up; a ladder leaned against the left wall,
which was lined with glass cases, filled with dildos,
vibrators, canes, whips, pins, gags, clamps, and things
she had no idea what they were.

What drew her attention immediately, though, was the
object which dominated the center of the room: it was
two large steel hoops, each about 10' in diameter,
intersecting each other at their diameters. One hoop,
standing straight up, was securely bolted to a thick
column, itself bolted to the floor, which was capable
of rotating; the other was attached to the first hoop
so that it could be spun around within the first hoop.
She stared, aghast, at this contraption, for Su Lee was
tied spread-eagled within it, getting fucked by the
slim young man who had violated her!

Su Lee's body was stretched to the breaking point, her
slim legs, arms, and stomach straining against the pull
of the ropes binding her spread-eagled to the hoop and
against her own weight, for she was suspended in the
air, her groin tilted slightly upward and her head
hanging back, her hair cascading to pile on the ground.
Welts marked her small breasts and her thighs, and her
beautiful asian eyes were closed tightly, puffy from
the tears which were streaming down her face to mingle
with her hair. Her mouth was distorted around a large
ball gag, pulling her full lips tight around the gag.
The young man was standing on a small stool between her
legs, slowly positioning his cock, coated with a thin
film of blood, down into Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee was
turned sideways to her, and she shuddered... not Su Lee
too... oh God... it was too much... "You like that,"
Paul said, his voice hard, "you like seeing your friend
get pronged like that?

She shook her head, "Nooo... nooo."

"Oh, come on, I saw the films, you loved it."

She cringed, he had seen the video tapes, a red blush
of shame crept into her face, and she tried to drop her
head, but he held it up, forcing her to watch Su Lee
being viciously raped. She saw the tendons on Su Lee's
inner thighs straining at her position, her small
girlish breasts rise and fall with her struggling
breath, her pretty, petite face distorted by the gag
stretching her jaws obscenely apart; saw a cock,
glistening red with Su Lee's hymen blood, mercilessly
slide again and again into the space between her
thighs. She choked down a sob at the sight, and felt a
tingle crawl up her spine as she thought of her
friend's terror.

"Ah, her comes Ingrid," Paul said, drawing her eyes
away from Su Lee to Ingrid coming through a door at the
other end of the room. Karen stared in horror as she
met Ingrid's piercing blue eyes and saw her smile.
Ingrid stood there for a second, her statuesque figure
seemingly carved from ivory, the pure whiteness of her
nakedness broken only by a black bodice, drawing in her
stomach and pushing up and together her impressive
breasts; she then began walking toward her. Karen began
to struggle in Paul's strong grip, but he merely
dragged her by her neck over to a parallel bar,
slamming her thighs painfully into it. Ingrid reached
her a moment later and quickly grabbed both her ankles
and jerked them apart, attaching them to the cuffs on
the vertical bars of the parallel bar. "Please," she
whined, "don't do this to me. Please."

Paul ignored her, and Ingrid answered by grabbing a
handful of her hair and dragging her torso down waist
level, pulling her hips painfully against the parallel
bar. She was now stretched taunt across the bar,
helpless as Paul pushed her skirt over her hips and
began rubbing his hands across her ass, pinching it
through her underwear. She squirmed at his touch and
tried to pull away from Ingrid as, still grasping her
hair, she began to unbutton Karen's school blouse,
revealing Karen's strong stomach and firm breasts,
hanging slightly within a plain white bra.

"Two virgins in two weeks," she heard a voice, the slim
young man's, say, "and that one, let me tell you, is
tight."

"Greg, be quiet and get me a pair of scissors; I want
to get these panties off," that was Paul. She began
squirming as Paul began gently slapping her ass and
Ingrid began pinching her nipples through her bra, but
there was nothing she could do, her arms pinned behind
her back and her ankles firmly secured wide apart to
the bars.

Held there, her mind began to wander, so she did not
even notice as her bra and panties were cut off. She
thought about Su Lee, and imagined what it had been
like for her: to be strung up, practically pulled apart
on that metal hoop, hanging like a piece of meat to be
used by anyone; to feel the stinging bite of the whip
burning across your skin; to twist and squirm and try
to escape the punishment, knowing you couldn't, knowing
there was nothing you could do as a man drove his cock
mercilessly into you, ripping away your virginity....
She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt
Paul slide a finger easily into her cunt.

"Damn, she sure is ready to rumble," Paul exclaimed.

Ingrid replied, "I told you, this one gets off on it. I
bet she's thinking about how much she'd like a hard
cock up her right now."

She turned as she heard the door at the opposite end of
the room open, and said, "Oh oh, here comes Mercedes;
this should be fun." Turning toward Karen, she knelt
down, and placing one hand between her shoulder blades,
pulled her head up so she was looking toward Su Lee and
Mercedes: "You see, Mercedes hates Asians." Then she
smiled, and said, "this should be fun to watch."

Karen's back had begun to ache, and her neck was
hurting, being pulled back at that awkward angle, but
worst of all was the warm feeling which was radiating
from her vagina as Paul began to rub his fingers, well
lubricated by her juices, against her clitoris. How
could she be enjoying this? Poor Su Lee, poor
her...what was wrong with her? To be turned on by these
animals?

All these thoughts ran through her mind as she watched
Mercedes, carrying a large bullwhip, walk slowly toward
Su Lee. She was wearing a dark red corset, which made
her waist practically disappear, attached to which were
garters supporting red stockings; her hair was done up
in a severe bun, and she had her glasses on. When she
reached the hoop, she adjusted it so that Su Lee was
hanging upside down, her cunt pointing toward the
ceiling. She was so tightly bound to the hoop that it
barely relieved any of the strain on her arms.

Karen saw her friend bound, every muscle in her body
pulling against the strain of the bondage, and thought,
she didn't know why, she is beautiful, so beautiful.
She had always thought Su Lee had a willowy, exotic,
beauty, but now she was captivating, and Karen felt
little pins and needles travel up and down her spine as
she watched her, feeling Paul's penis rubbing up
against her cunt, sliding back and forth against the
slippery, swollen lips.

Mercedes walked around to the side of Su Lee and
unlimbered the whip; suddenly, with a skill Karen found
amazing, she drew her arm back and forward, the whip
following to strike with a SNAP Su Lee's upper thigh.
Su Lee screamed through her gag and her beautiful
almond eyes popped open, and Karen could see the pain
and fear reflected in them. A small bruise began to
blacken the red mark the whip had left, and blood
started to ooze out of the broken skin.

Again a SNAP, and Su Lee's body trembled, a high
keening sound echoed from her throat, through the gag,
as her right nipple began to ooze blood. Su Lee's
keening softened to a ragged sob, then resumed with
another SNAP, as her other nipple was struck. Then
Mercedes moved in front of her, a little to Karen's
left, and raised the whip in her arm again, bringing it
down this time with a THUNK, directly on the front of
Su Lee's vagina.

Karen saw blood splatter up from Su Lee's cunt, and Su
Lee howled and shook against her bonds. Shaking like a
leaf, sweat pored down her body as she sobbed into her
gag. Karen jerked against the hands and bonds holding
her at the sight of that blow, and she gasped as a soft
wave of pleasure crashed against her pussy... it was
good, so good without the pain driving her wild.

Putting down the whip, Mercedes went over to the
cabinet and took out a thick leather strap, and
returned to Su Lee. Ingrid turned to her, and saying,
"Damn, now I'm really hot," sat down on a pillow almost
below the parallel bar, pulling Karen down with her by
the hair. Adjusting herself and spreading her legs, she
looked Karen in the eyes: "Now, bitch, you're going to
suck me off, and if you don't make me cum in five
minutes, Paul up there is going to fuck you in the
ass."

Karen stared at Ingrid, fear coming into her eyes as
the strong scent of sex wafted up from Ingrid's pussy
to her. She couldn't, they couldn't expect her to do
that. She tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just
let out a short laugh and jammed Karen's head into her
crotch and began to rub her wet pussy all over her
face.

At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in one smooth
motion, into Karen's pussy, and began to slowly thrust
himself in and out of her cunt. They were serious,
completely serious. They would actually fuck her there,
and they expected her to lick another woman's pussy; it
was awful. Ingrid cuffed her upside the head as Paul
continued slowly fucking her, "Come on bitch, use that
tongue."

Tentatively she pushed her tongue between her lips and
tasted the sour, slippery wetness of another woman.
Ingrid let out a low moan as Karen began to run her
tongue back and forth against her pussy lips, the slap
of leather against flesh and Su Lee's awful, muffled
screaming counterpointing the slow fucking Paul was
giving her.

Karen began to settle down into a rhythm as Ingrid
slapped her ears as she told her what to do -- lick up
and down the lips, rubbing her nose against Ingrid's
clit, then close on the clit with her mouth, suck it
gently into her mouth and flick her tongue back and
forth across her clit. Then do it all again when Ingrid
slapped her on the head. It wasn't so bad, she thought,
the cock pumping slowly in and out of her sopping cunt
relaxing her.

Her position was awkward and uncomfortable, but this
was so much better than the whipping... poor Su
Lee...she could still hear the slapping of the belt
followed by Su Lee's muffled screams. As she thought
about it, about her bent across the bar, force to lick
a woman's cunt while a man used her cunt for his
pleasure, Su Lee's screams in the background, warmth
began spreading through her loins and she began to
tremble. Suddenly, though, Paul pulled out, "Time's
up," and, grabbing her asscheeks, pulled them wide
apart, exposing her tiny asshole.

Karen began to panic ... just when it was feeling so
good ... why couldn't they just fuck her? ... why did
they have to hurt her? ... and tried to pull away from
Ingrid. Ingrid merely gripped her head more firmly and
thrust her hips forward against her face, "Come on,"
she said, "I was almost there." She kept struggling but
she couldn't do anything to stop this violation of her
ass. She froze with horror, receiving a few blows to
the head from Ingrid, as she felt Paul's slick dick
prod against her anus. She tried to yell, to say no,
stop, but her voice was muffled by Ingrid, who pushed
her face against her pussy, effectively muting her.
"Come on, slut, keep moving that tongue," Ingrid urged
as Paul pressed his cock harder against her small,
puckered opening.

"Give her ass a little incentive to open up, Greg," she
heard Paul say, then jerked forward hard against the
bar as pain exploded in her lower back, and the
sickening slap of the belt came to her ears. Her anus
spasmed at the blow and Paul shoved his cockhead in,
bringing a grunt of pain from Karen.

Ingrid was growing angry at her for stopping her
licking, and began to cuff and slap her ears, "Come on,
bitch," she growled. She jerked forward again as the
belt drove more pain into her lower back, and Paul
drove his dick farther into her tormented ass. The
blows against her head were disorienting her,
distracting her from the pain in her ass. She stuck out
her tongue and began to lick again, and felt Ingrid
relax, holding her head tightly between her thighs.

Almost without her knowing, Paul had sunk his cock its
full length into her ass, his balls hanging against her
swollen pussy. She felt so full, like she did just
before she defecated, her anus stretched painfully
around his cock. A strange shiver of pleasure and pain
went through her as he slowly began to slide his cock
back, seeming to draw her innards with it, and she
grunted into Ingrid's wet cunt as he slammed his cock
back into her ass. He grabbed her hips in strong hands,
bruising her, and began to fuck her ass with abandon,
each forward stroke bringing a grunt from Karen.

It was so different: it hurt, his plunging cock hurt,
but it also felt good, like when she took and extra big
shit; she felt an orgasm begin to build deep within her
guts, a hard knot of pleasure slowly increasing with
each pounding stroke of Paul's cock. She began to lick
fervently at Ingrid's clit, sucking the soft flesh into
her mouth and flicking her tongue wildly across its
bulging head. Ingrid let out a gasp and pulled her head
even harder against her cunt, thrusting her hips into
Karen's face as she came.

Feeling Ingrid come around her face sent Karen over the
edge, the hard knot of pleasure bursting, consuming her
entire body, causing her to jerk against the bonds and
hands holding her, her ass spasming around Paul's
penis, bringing his seed spilling into her ass. Slowly
she came down from her orgasmic high, her body tingling
with sensation. Ingrid stood up uncertainly and Paul
pulled out of her ass with a gently POP, leaving her
feeling empty, hanging over the bar at the waist, too
tired to raise her body to a standing position.

She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she
was too numb, too tired, to care. These people could
use her all they wanted, a small part of her wanted
them to use her, to beat her: she shuddered inwardly at
this thought, resisting it. She didn't want this, no
matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn't; she
wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal
teenager again, not subject to the sexual whims of a
group of sadists. She came back to herself as she felt
a rope thread between the cuffs connecting her wrists,
and moaned in discomfort as her arms were pulled from
her back, dragging her upper body with them, until she
was parallel with the floor.

She didn't resist, didn't even respond, as a collar was
attached to her neck and a rope run through a ring on
the collar to another ring between her legs. She moaned
again as her arms were pulled further from her body,
until they were at a 45 degree angle from her back, and
the rope pulling them was tied to the rafters overhead.
Her head was then dragged back by her hair until her
face was directly forward, her mouth open to relieve
the strain on her neck, her hair tied around the cuffs
on her wrists.

She opened her eyes as Ingrid began gently stroking her
cheek, "It looks like Merc has something special
planned for your friend, Karen," she said, her voice
smooth and mocking. Still in a state of mental
numbness, of mental abstraction, Karen saw what Ingrid
meant: Su Lee was bent over a something like a strange
looking ottoman, her knees bent wide under her, her
knees held to the floor by leather cuffs, her arms
spread at right angles to her body and also cuffed to
the floor at bicep, elbow, and wrist, pressing her
chest into the ground.

Her head was propped by her chin on a padded chin
guard, so that Karen could look directly into her eyes,
only 6' away and swollen with tears. Her pretty asian
face was still distorted by the ball gag, making her,
Karen though wistfully, look almost alluring. Her ass
was elevated high in the air, causing her back to curve
painfully back and exposing her abused vagina and her
anus.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her own
aching body, with Ingrid's juices drying on her face,
Paul's semen leaking from her bowls down her pussy
lips, her head pulled painfully back, her body bent
obscenely over the parallel bar: a wave of tired
resignation passed through her--she couldn't do
anything, she was helpless.

She opened her eyes and saw Mercedes, grinning, rub a
rag up and down Su Lee's exposed vagina. She looked
into Su Lee's large, black, almond eyes and saw fear
and pain and hopelessness in them, and a terrible
yearning to be let go. She heard herself whisper "Su
Lee," before the sight of Mercedes opening the back
hall door snapped her out of her resigned complacency.
Horror and an awful realization struck her as she
watched a german shepherd come bounding across the room
toward Su Lee's bound body.

"You can't," she cried, "Noooo... Please don't..." She
began struggling against her bonds, painfully trying to
free herself. She struggled harder as she saw the dog
stop at Su Lee's exposed ass and stick his nose right
into her cunt, snorting and licking.

Su Lee jerked forward, horror widening her eyes and
bringing short gasps from her flaring nostrils. Karen
froze, her muscles tense with her struggles, as she saw
the dog mount her friend, claws scrabbling painfully
against Su Lee's narrow waist, hips thrusting wildly
against Su Lee's ass. Then she saw the dog's narrow,
red penis slide home into Su Lee's pussy, and as she
looked back into Su Lee's eyes, she saw the horror and
disgust and pain in her tearing eyes.

She heard Greg let out an exclamation and then she felt
him sink his dick into her still wet pussy. She grunted
at this invasion, but she was still spellbound by the
image before her: the german shepherd gripping Su Lee's
waspish waist with its forelegs, its neck thrust
forward to nip at Su Lee's shoulders, its hips a blur
of motion, driving his slimy penis in and out of Su
Lee's pussy at an incredible speed. Su Lee had her eyes
closed, tears running down her cheeks, curving away
from the bulging gag.

Mercedes knelt right next to her head, her face almost
against her ear, whispering Karen knew not what to her
as she was raped by a dog. Suddenly, the dog began to
slow its thrusts, and then slammed hard into Su Lee
three times and held its hips to hers. Then the dog
pushed itself off Su Lee and staggered off a little
ways, the tip of its penis engorged into a large bulb.
Mercedes remained next to Su Lee as Paul led the dog
back to the hallway, only to release another german
shepherd, which came running straight for Su Lee.

Karen couldn't take her eyes off Su Lee, her face
twisted in an agony of humiliation, her body covered by
a dog frantically thrusting into her, Mercedes in her
red outfit kneeling by her ear, whispering poisons. She
shuddered as she felt Greg's hard penis slide in and
out of her.

She couldn't stop thinking... what if it was her tied
down to the floor being mounted by a dog, its wet,
slimy cock poking against her pelvis, its claws
scratching and gripping at her waist, its teeth nipping
her neck and shoulders, with Mercedes whispering "dog-
fucker, whore, slut," into her ear, telling her how
much she liked it, to be fucked like that. She felt a
wave of pleasure consume her as she orgasmed, but she
still could not stop staring at the sight before her.
Her arousal began anew as the dog finished and another
was brought in, and she came again, with Greg slowly
fucking her from behind, adding to the stimulation from
her mind.

A fourth dog was brought in, and she saw the expression
on Su Lee's face change ever so slightly. Karen gasped
out with another orgasm as she thought she saw a
flicker of pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She was! Karen
could see it, could see Su Lee's closed eyelids
flutter, could see her face tense around her gag, her
brows contracting. Karen began to gasp in excitement as
Greg began pounding into her from behind in earnest.

She heard a low humming coming from Su Lee through the
gag, and it ended in a muffled cry as her face twisted
in a paroxysm of pain an pleasure, her whole body tense
as a wound spring. Karen heard Ingrid and Paul laughing
as her own orgasm hit her, shaking her entire body, her
cunt spasming around Greg's dick, sending him spurting
shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. As she came
back to herself, Karen saw that the dog had finished,
and was being led back to the hallway. Su Lee was
sobbing miserably through her gag.

Karen was sore and exhausted, mentally as well as
physically, as hands began to release her bonds. They
lifted her up and pushed her, staggering, out the door,
her blouse still open and without her bra or panties.
As she buttoned back up her blouse, she felt the twin
loads of cum begin to drip down her thighs, and
staggered back to her room, stunned by the events of
the evening, but even more by her reactions to them.


CHAPTER 4


Back in her room, Karen undressed and, wrapping a towel
around herself, went directly to the showers. She
didn't care who saw her this time; she was too tired
and dazed to care. The shower revived her somewhat and
when she finally lay in her nightshirt on her bed she
reviewed everything that had happened to her that
night.

That the headmistress's secretary, Paul, was in on
these bizarre sexual games was without doubt, and she
had to assume the headmistress also knew about
everything that had been done to her. The entire
faculty must know, and perhaps everyone in the entire
school participated on some level. She couldn't believe
that, but what Ingrid had said to her, that she was the
Seniors' to do with as they desired, certainly
suggested it.

If so, there was nothing she could do but run away, and
she thought they would know if she tried, would stop
her and torment her worse than they had done; perhaps
they would even do to her what they had done to Su Lee.
To be bound to the floor and fucked like and animal--
she shuddered, shying away from her own reactions to
what she had seen. But they kept coming back to her:
her arousal to being fucked, and the horrible orgasm
which she had when Paul had fucked her in the ass; her
multiple orgasms as she saw Su Lee being mounted by dog
after dog, and her surprise, and yes, she admitted to
herself, her arousal, when she saw pleasure cross Su
Lee's face. She couldn't understand her own arousal at
the brutal treatment she had received, how could she
understand Su Lee's?

She shook herself as she felt her vagina grow damp and
her labia swell at these remembrances. She curled up
again and tried to drive the pictures of Su Lee's abuse
from her mind. It was awful what they had done to her,
she thought, her mind becoming cloudy with sleep,
awful...

She became groggily aware of people entering her room
carrying a large bundle, which they threw on Su Lee's
bed. Sleep pulled her back to unconsciousness before
she could see what was happening. She awoke early the
next morning to see Su Lee curled up into a fetal
position on her bed. She lay there asleep, naked, and
Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane
covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her
in her arms, to hold her and comfort her; but what
could she say? What could she do? She was there to see
what had happened... she pulled back and shook her
head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No, she
couldn't. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser;
it wasn't there when she had come back last night. She
fearfully opened it and read:

Dearest Karen,

Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your
headmistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and
know that by now you have been introduced to the main
extracurricular activity at our school. In case you are
in any way confused by your present situation, this
letter is designed to clear up those confusions.

First of all, let me make it very clear that your main
purpose here, besides obtaining a first class
education, is to service myself, my secretary, the
faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and the members of
Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they desire.
Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding
without question.

Now I realize that certain demands that we may make
upon your person may cause you certain discomfort;
practice patience and forbearance, and realize that no
member of the above will be allowed to permanently
injure you in any way, or to impact your schoolwork
negatively. Also realize that next year you will be a
Junior here at our school, and therefore free of
certain of the strictures which now apply to you, as
well as gaining social superiority over the Freshmen
and Sophomore.

Now that I have reassured you on the main points of
your situation, let me follow with certain simple rules
you will be expected to follow while you are a student
here.

1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided
by one of the above persons.

2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of
the classroom only when spoken to.

3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the
above people as master or mistress, depending on the
sex of the person.

If you break any of these rules, realize that you will
be punished severely.

One final note, in case you are thinking about
revealing our cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes
of everything that has been done to you. Far from being
self-incriminating, these tapes will, properly edited,
reveal you engaging in consensual, if kinky, sexual
escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely.

Any story of members of this academy forcing you into
unwanted sexual contact will be dismissed by us as
either malicious spitefulness, overactive imagination,
or "day after" regrets over your sexual experiences.

        Respectfully yours,

                Samantha Kane

p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at
4:00 pm this afternoon.

She shuddered as she read the letter--it seemed hardly
possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked
body covered with welts and bruises, and realized it
was not only possible, it was. She sat down on the edge
of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts and worries running
through her horrified mind.

She sat unmoving for perhaps an hour, and when she
finally did move, it was like an automaton. She had
closed her mind off to the world around her; she had
pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so
that she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and
the like and then she would meet with the
schoolmistress at 4:00 pm--beyond that her mind refused
to function.

At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well
came and carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and
ignored Su Lee's feeble, sobbing cries for help.

At 3:55, she rose from her desk, checked to make sure
she was wearing no underwear, and walked unthinkingly
to Samantha Kane's office. When she arrived she saw
Paul sitting at his desk, his boss's large wooden
office door directly behind him. He stood up when he
saw her and leered. Karen shied away and murmured, "I'm
here to see Ms. Kane."

"I know," he said, moving from behind the desk to put
an arm around her. She flinched, but let him guide her
passively to Ms. Kane's office door. She didn't even
react when he ran his hand caressingly up her outer
thigh to massage her naked buttocks. "Too bad," he
murmured, "I almost hoped you would disobey." Still
massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms.
Kane's office and gently pushed her through.

Standing in the headmistress's office, Karen looked up
as she heard the door 'snick' closed behind her. Her
protective complacency shattered as she beheld what was
before her, and she backed, shocked, into the door. She
had remembered the headmistress as a stern, older
woman, about 40 years old, 6' tall and exceedingly
handsome.

She remembered when she had first seen the
headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up,
her piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid
small wrinkles webbing her face, her full and firm
figure gracefully controlled, her full length dress
tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before her could
not be more different.

Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium
length hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed,
a small, catlike smile playing on her lips, her back
arched back as she kneeled over the face of one of her
students, her hands gripping her student's breasts
harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out
proudly from her chest, her large round nipples
distended in pleasure, her ass crushing down into her
face, the outward extending penis gag fully embedded in
her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her
helpless student's face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her
orgasm while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose,
her pussy sliding easily from the plastic dildo, and
moved toward Karen.

Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching
headmistress, but she couldn't help but glance at the
hapless student bound on the floor behind her. A sudden
chill went through her as she recognized Su Lee, a
penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane's juices, 1.5" in
diameter and extending into as well as 7" out of her
mouth.

She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with
wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her
thighs were pulled up and back against her sides,
pulling her ass into the air, and strapped there with
another leather band running just under her small
breasts, which also held her arms against her sides. In
this position her pussy and ass were obscenely exposed
to the several video cameras stationed around the room.

Ms. Kane's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hello
Karen, I've been wanting so much to meet you." Her
voice had a silky, catlike quality to it, and Karen
submitted meekly as she gripped her upper arm and led
her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in
front of.

Here she could not see her friend, but another sight
caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood
bolted to the floor where a desk chair should have
been, and thrusting up from it was a shiny metal dildo.
It gleamed in the dim light of the office, and as she
followed it down she saw that the chair was "padded"
with what looked like small bed of nails, with what
looked like a seatbelt attached to the side.

"Kneel down on the stool, now, dear," Ms. Kane said,
positioning Karen over the stool, each leg on either
side of it. Karen looked pleadingly at Samantha Kane,
seeing there only determination and a complete lack of
mercy. "You know what to do," said the headmistress as
Karen knelt over the stool, her firm thighs flexing
under her skirt. She looked up at the headmistress and
lowered her pussy right over the medal dildo as Ms.
Kane nodded. She shivered as the cool, smooth metal
touched her labia, and she blushed in shame as she felt
the slickness of her tunnel as it eagerly accepted this
foreign invader.

"Look at me," Ms. Kane said sharply, both hands resting
on her shoulders, "look at me!" Karen looked into her
sharp blue eyes and gasped as Samantha Kane pressed her
violently down on the dildo, driving her ass into the
nails protruding from the stool. Pain flashed through
her ass, mingling with a curious, cool pleasure
radiating from her cunt. She froze, the nails pressing
painfully into her flesh, and the metal dildo feeling
slick inside her pussy, as Ms. Kane strapped her
loosely onto the stool, leaving enough slack to allow
her to ride the dildo, but not enough dislodge it. She
then strapped her knees and ankles to the floor and
tied her wrists to the sides of the stool. Throughout
this, Karen was afraid to move, and her mind focused on
the sensations coming from her ass and groin. Each nail
around her ass and thighs was like a little fire on her
nerves; the dildo was a slick, cool invader inside her,
causing her pussy to spasm involuntarily around it,
sending pleasure shooting through her body.

"Ingrid says you suck cunt pretty good, slut," the
headmistress said coolly, rolling a chair forward in
front of Karen and sitting down, her legs spread wide
apart on either side of Karen and her groin resting on
the front edge of the chair. "Well, get started!" she
snapped, "and don't forget to fuck yourself on that
dildo. If you don't, I'll be very upset," she smiled.

Karen knew resistance was useless; it would only bring
her more pain. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed Ms.
Kane's labia while moving her own hips up and down on
the metal dildo, careful to avoid the sharp nails at
its base. The sour, pungent odor of her headmistress's
pussy assaulted her as she licked at her swollen,
glistening lips. She swirled her tongue around and
then, stiffening it, drove it deep into Ms. Kane's
cunt, mashing her face against her pussy in the
process.

Ms. Kane groaned and grabbed the back of her head as
she licked at the inside of her pussy. Karen worked her
way up to Ms. Kane's clitoris, rubbing her face all
over her cunt as she moved her mouth toward her stiff
bud. Her headmistress shuddered in pleasure as she took
her clitoris between her lips and began to gently suck
on it, running her lips over the small fleshy
protuberances.

Karen broke out into a cold sweat, her own thighs
shaking with the strain of working her cunt up and down
the dildo without striking the spikes at its base. She
closed her eyes as she worked her tongue over Ms.
Kane's clit and concentrated on her dildo inside her.
It felt strange, running back and forth across her
inner flesh, so smooth. She worked her hips around,
trying to get something, some feeling, out of it-- it
was vaguely unsatisfying, so cool and smooth, so
inhuman.

She felt desire build in her... she wanted to be
fucked... she wanted to come...she didn't want this
teasing metal cock sending cold chills down her spine,
making her yearn for the real thing. Frustrated, she
slammed her hips down hard against the stool, sending
the nails stabbing into her flesh, sending a delicious
pain shooting through her cunt. It hurt, but it was
fire compared to the ice in her cunt. It sparked her to
frantic action: she began sucking and licking her
headmistress's pussy with abandon, earning gratifying
moans from Ms. Kane; she also sent her hips into a
flurry of action, her young, muscular thighs sending
her cunt slamming hard down on the dildo and the nails
again and again.

A cold chill seemed to grip her body as she fucked
herself mindlessly on the stool, pain flowing in wave
after delicious wave through her body, each wave
sending a thrill of warmth through her. A gut wrenching
cramp took hold of her guts, and she grunted with her
efforts, her body covered in sweat. Ms. Kane was crying
out, "Ooh yes! Aaahhggg ooohh!" as she rocked back and
forth in the chair, her thighs clenching an unclenching
around Karen's head. Karen suddenly jerked and cried
out as the pain in her gut cracked, and a painful,
nerve-wracking orgasm overcame her, sending her shaking
in release upon the stool. Oh god, she thought, it was
so awful... so painful... so draining. She felt wrung
out, squeezed.

"You are good," she heard Samantha Kane say, a lazy,
satisfied smile playing on her face, "I think I'll give
you a reward." Karen watched her stand up and remained
still as Ms. Kane released her from the stool. As she
stood up, she felt her ass a flaming mass of pain, and
saw her drying blood on the tips of the nails and felt
it drip sluggishly across the back of her thighs.

She stood there dazed as Samantha Kane removed her
plaid skirt and white blouse, leaving her standing
naked. She yelped and jumped as she felt a sharp,
stinging pain in her ass as Ms. Kane rubbed a damp
towel over it. "Don't flinch, dear, this is just some
Bactine to clean you up. I don't want you bleeding all
over my office." Karen drew her lower lip into her
mouth and wondered what else her headmistress had
planned for her.

She didn't have to wait long, for after finishing
cleaning up her ass, Ms. Cane opened the top drawer of
her desk and pulled out a large, strap on dildo. "Put
this on," she commanded, handing it to Karen. She
obeyed meekly, gasping as she felt a tiny ridge press
against her clitoris when she pulled it snug against
her. She allowed herself to be led around the other
side of the desk, her fake cock swinging from side to
side. She wasn't really taking part anymore... she was
just acting out her part in this bizarre play designed
by Ms. Kane.

She saw herself look down at the still bound form of Su
Lee...she had forgotten about her...and register shock
as Ms. Kane reached down and pulled out a buzzing
vibrator from Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee moaned as the
vibrator was removed, arched her back, and shuddered.
Her headmistress merely smiled and removed another
vibrator from Su Lee's ass, receiving a grunting,
thrashing response from Su Lee.

Samantha Kane handed her the vibrators, one slick with
Su Lee's juices, the other coated with a light film of
oil, both still buzzing insistently. "These are for
you," she purred, "put them in for the camera," she
said as she moved behind one of the cameras and focused
it on Karen's crotch. Karen blushed furiously but moved
to obey, taking part in her own humiliation. She spread
her legs and lifted up the plastic strap on with her
left hand, putting the tip of the buzzing vibrator
against her labia.

She shuddered as she felt the vibrator slip easily into
her cunt, sending its vibration humming through her
body. She pushed it in as far as she could, her fingers
pushed up to the first knuckle in her own pussy, and
felt it touch her cervix, sending a shiver through her
bones. It felt awkward inside her, but she dutifully
took the other vibrator and pressed it against her
anus. It made her want to defecate, and her asshole
spasmed as she shoved the buzzing cock into her ass.
She pushed it all the way in until her asshole closed
over the end, and then she stood there, the two
vibrators seeming to numb her insides.

"Good, good," she heard Samantha Kane say, "now put
your cock into your friend there." She saw Su Lee's
dark, exotic eyes widen at these words, but moved, as
if she were an automaton, to follow her headmistress's
instructions. She walked awkwardly, the two vibrators
filling her up, deeply massaging her innards, until she
stood near Su Lee's upturned ass. She knelt down, her
legs on either side of her ass, and placed her hands
just below Su Lee's bound knees, leaning her weight
there.

The warmth of her friend's skin brought her out of her
objectivity, and she hesitated, looking down at the
large plastic dildo hovering just millimeters from Su
Lee's exposed cunt. She quivered as she realized what
she was doing, but realized she had no choice. She
pressed the fake cock against Su Lee's swollen, dark
red, slippery labia, and gently pushed forward with her
hips, gasping as she felt the ridge on the top to the
dildo press into her clitoris. Su Lee began grunting
and squirming around, but Karen bore down, putting more
of her weight on Su Lee's legs and pressing forward
harder with her hips.

My god, she thought, the vibrators spreading the
pleasure pressing against her clit throughout her body,
I'm splitting her in half. She was entranced by the
sight of the dildo, seeming so large compared to Su
Lee's oh so narrow hips, sliding slowly into her cunt,
her juices bubbling out around the edge of the cock as
it forced its way into her. She shuddered in pleasure
as she sunk the cock all the way into her friend,
feeling it hit her friend's cervix, sending a jarring
sensation against her clit.

A soft orgasm blossomed in her body. Her stomach
muscles and thighs spasmed and she fell heavily onto Su
Lee, ending up staring directly at the penis gag
obscenely jutting from Su Lee's mouth.

She felt a hand grab her head and force her mouth over
the gag and press down slowly, forcing her mouth wide.
As the hand began pressing her throat down on the
plastic dildo, she began to panic, and placing her
hands beside Su Lee's head, tried to push herself off.
"Stop that," Ms. Kane said sharply, "swallow, come on,
swallow."

Karen felt bile rise in her throat as the hand on her
head forced the dildo inexorably into her throat. Her
gag reflex took over and she began to heave, her hips
still attached to Su Lee's by the strap on. Ms. Kane
relented, and Karen was able to recover, swallowing the
bile that had risen in her throat. Again the hand
pressed her head down... she couldn't do it, couldn't
take that thing in her throat... it would kill her...

She began swallowing madly as it pressed against her
throat, and felt a strange, warm tearing sensation as
it slipped into her throat. She couldn't breath, her
throat spasmed involuntarily around the intruder, and
still the hand pressed down, forcing it further into
her throat.

"Breathe through your nose, slut," she heard, and
gratefully sucked in a lungful of air, her nostrils
distending with the effort. The pain in her throat
lessened and the hand stopped pressing her down, but by
now she had taken the whole thing down her throat, and
her lips were pressed up against Su Lee's, her nose
pressing against her friend's.

Her whole body felt filled, her throat stretched around
the plastic dildo and the vibrators in her bowels and
pussy sending a humming numbness through her guts. "Now
fuck her," she heard Ms. Kane growl, and jerked her
hips back, feeling Su Lee twitch under her. She pressed
her hips forward again and moaned as the plastic ridge
pressed against her clit, letting out a sharp gasp
through her nose as she bumped up against Su Lee's
cervix.

She began moving her hips back and forth, driving the
strap on slowly into Su Lee; the dildo in her throat
made her seem somehow connected to Su Lee, impaled and
impaling, every hole stretched and filled. She felt Su
Lee begin to rock with her thrusts, and moan each time
Karen brought her hips to press firmly against Su Lee's
slender body. She felt her own nipples and Su Lee's
stiffen as they rubbed against each other, and Karen
felt a boiling pleasure begin to build deep in her
guts.

Suddenly with a load SMACK, pain exploded in her
tenderized ass, sending her hips slamming into Su
Lee's, driving the plastic cock deep into her cunt. Her
scream around the penis in her throat was echoed by Su
Lee when their hips met with a painful slapping sound.
For a moment Karen didn't know what had happened, and
froze in place, her fake penis shoved as deep as
possible into Su Lee's pussy, her throat distended
around the plastic penis gag, her lips touching Su
Lee's at its base, her body pressed, sweating, hard
against her friend's.

Then she realized what had happened-- Ms. Kane had used
a belt on her poor, torn, ass--and Karen knew what she
would do if she didn't keep fucking Su Lee. So she
tentatively pulled the strap on out of Su Lee's pussy,
only to have her ass explode in pain at its apex as Ms.
Kane brought the belt across her tender cheeks. A
matching pleasure shot through her clitoris as her hips
slammed forward into Su Lee's to escape the pain,
another cry coming from her gagged throat, echoed again
by Su Lee.

She pulled back again, SMACK, pain flashed through her
ass, melding with the sharp pleasure at her clit,
spread through her groin by the vibrators in her guts.
SMACK SMACK SMACK...her hips humped up and down
furiously, driven by the belt biting into her ass. She
grunted in unison with Su Lee, each downward thrust
bouncing her off her friend's slender hips, sending
more pleasure shooting through her body.

She was like a driven machine, sweat dripping off her
body, her breath coming in great gasps sucked through
her nostrils. She felt a low keening come from Su Lee
through the gag into her own throat, and felt her
friend's body tense beneath hers. Su Lee cried through
her gag, sending chills down Karen's throat, and began
bucking wildly beneath her as Karen slammed the strap-
on again into her cunt. Answering fire exploded in her
own clit as she felt her friend twist beneath her,
pinioned by her bonds and by the driving phallus she
wielded.

The vibrators were a strong wind sweeping her pleasure
like wildfire through her entire body, engulfing her
ass in painful pleasure, her groin a countering cool
wind of ecstasy. Her body spasmed in the throws of her
orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed,
exhausted, onto Su Lee.


CHAPTER 5


Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding
school, thinking about what had happened to her after
she had left the headmistress's office. She had had to
go to the nurse to get the vibrator removed from her
ass, and she blushed at the remembrance, remembering
how she was told to lean over the back of the chair
while the nurse reached inside her with a metal device.
When she had returned to her room, Su Lee was not
there, and when she did return, wouldn't speak to her.
Karen badly wanted to tell her friend that she didn't
want to do what she had done, but she had been forced
to; she wanted to tell her it would be all right, that
they could stick it out together; but Su Lee merely
curled up into a ball on her bed and ignored her.

Karen felt awful, but there seemed nothing she could
do. What surprised her most was that, for the first
time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk to
her. She remembered how wary they all were, and how
they looked at Su Lee with pity. She remembered how
each one empathized with her, and let hints drop about
how things worked at the school, and what her role was.
Her spirits were buoyed by these visits, and she felt a
growing sympathy with the rest of the underclasswomen
at the school.

She learned that the original headmistress of the
Convent School for girls had had a son who was a member
of Delta Sigma Pi. It had apparently been his idea to
turn the school into his own and his fraternity
brothers' private harem, and got his mother to agree.

They then began setting up the social structure they
had now: first they approached the more sadistic and
easily influenced teaching faculty and convinced them
of the benefits of having a whole school of young cunts
at their disposal. They then picked out several of the
senior girls who were especially cruel, and subtly
encouraged them to dominate the rest of the student
body.

Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and receiving
absolute support from them, these girls brutalized the
entire school, offering admission to their clique only
to other seniors, and some juniors--the alternative to
being with them was to be against them. Eventually they
began actually torturing those girls who they disliked,
or who did not jump when they wanted them to. It was a
short step from there to sexual domination.

At first the school had trouble keeping these
activities from reaching the parents, but by imposing
what was essentially a police state at the school, they
managed, until there was no thought of escape, since
there was no hope.

At this point they were ready for the next step--the
introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to these
sexual games. It wasn't hard, since by this time the
seniors were wallowing in their sexual domination of
the underclasswomen. They knew that nothing was more
humiliating and degrading than rape, so, at the
suggestion of faculty, brought over rapists. This act
broke most of the underclasswomen, and no more
resistance was made; most accepted their lot, holding
the hope that when they were seniors they would be able
to revenge themselves on the younger generation.

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep
the senior girls from getting out of line. It was
simple: they would occasionally, maybe once a week,
choose a senior girl who had displeased them in some
way, and tortured and sexually degraded her. Long
before this stage though, the faculty who were not
willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable
teachers were hired. Everything was pretty much set
now; the only thing that was needed was to codify the
rules the faculty had instituted.

The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would
have unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The
members of Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of
the sophomores or freshmen. The seniors had the same
privileges as the Fraternity.

The juniors were a special case: they were free from
everyone except the faculty at the school, yet they had
no privileges with the underclasswomen. There was an
arrangement, though, where a junior could become a
slave of a senior, who would then allow her to use, at
the senior's discretion, any of the underclasswomen.
Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and
then the day after pill, took care of that; the day
after pill was a godsend, since it did not artificially
mature the young girls like the pill did, leaving them
their girlish selves.

She also learned something about the personalities who
were presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she
learned, was reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul,
her secretary, was a bit of a sadist, and played
favorites. His favorite, and the favorite of most of
the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.
She practically ran the school, getting everything she
wanted, but the girls were most afraid of the girl
Ingrid had taken under her wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was
a true sadist, delighting in bringing pain to the
underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been
weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were
nicer than others, but they all liked to dominate the
girls.

The social politics at the school grew out of the fact
that the girls were expected to maintain their grades,
limiting the amount of time the underclasswomen could
be put to sexual use. Animosities would grow over a
favorite freshman or sophomore, and the underclasswomen
usually got caught in the battles between the seniors.

The sophomores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed
it to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a
junior or two, so when they advanced a grade, they
could make a deal. Also, in their role as sympathizers
with the incoming freshmen, most of whom were
traumatized by the attention paid them, they found
girls ripe for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after
the first few weeks, when they realized there was
nothing they could do about it.

She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su
Lee had refused to move from her bed for two straight
days, not going to class, not eating, not speaking.
They had carried her away a day later, and Karen had
not seen her since.

From what she could gather, they had taken her to the
D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept her drugged and tied
in an underground room, where anyone could come down
and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like
Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their
predicament, were sent for either breaking or
detestation. After a month of being tied in a drug
haze, being fucked almost constantly in one manner or
another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to
do anything.

Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to
think about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she,
being new, became an instant, if temporary, favorite.
She was taught Cunnilingus until she was a pro, and
found that there were endless ways her body could be
made to orgasm. The few men from the frat who came over
and used her were the best though, and every time she
was penetrated she thought about how much better the
real thing really was.

Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven
over to the frat house and taught how to please a man.
Not only did she suck and deep-throat countless men,
and learn how to move her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep
a man on the edge of orgasm, etc., she also learned how
to flirt.

She learned to be an innocent flirt, a haughty, take-me
flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she learned what
to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She
learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and
pleased, scared, wanton, a combination of those. She
learned what to wear and how to walk. Most important of
all, she was taught how to reach orgasm, until with
even the slightest stimulation, whether pleasure or
pain, she could come.

She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all
though. Each nerve wracking orgasm held it's own
satisfaction, but a part of her mind still dreaded it,
dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before some man, or
on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was
buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she
licked at another woman's vagina, or bound in some
Byzantine way and beaten and teased until she screamed
in release.

Most of all this part of her mind dreaded the way she
reacted, the way she degraded herself before these
abusers, the way her body danced to their
manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it
made her feel ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a
slut, a worthless sex crazed bitch that cared only
about getting off. At the same time she secretly
relished what was being done to her, and her qualms
just seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything.
She wasn't quite resigned to her fate, but she knew she
was close.

***

Su Lee returned a few days later, a broken-spirited
girl shambling around, doing what she was told. She
wouldn't speak to Karen, wouldn't speak to anyone; she
did her schoolwork and she answered the demands of her
superiors, but that was it. Karen was kept busy with
her own schoolwork and other responsibilities, but she
was still hurt by Su Lee's reticence. Over the next
couple of weeks, she discovered Mercedes' interest in
Su Lee.

In fact, Mercedes' was practically the only one who
used Su Lee. The other girls whispered it was because
Su Lee hated what was being done to her, and used her
passivity as a weapon against her tormentors. Mercedes
saw this as a challenge, and delighted in turning her
body against her, making her orgasm.

She videotaped every session she had with Su Lee, and
made the girl watch herself be abused over and over.
She even kept photos of Su Lee at the moment of orgasm,
using them to further torment her. Karen remembered
seeing some of the pictures, each one revealing Su
Lee's orgasm in the expression on her face, the still
life straining of her body, her spasms frozen on film.

There was one picture of Su Lee hanging by her ankles
from the ceiling, her slender legs tied together at
ankle, knee, and thigh, her arms strapped behind her
back, her long black hair cascading to the ground. Whip
marks covered her body, and two large, vicious clamps
were fastened about her nipples, but the photo showed
her mouth open in a silent cry, her body tensed, just
beginning to jackknife at the waist, the rope leaning
back at a slight diagonal, obviously jerked there by Su
Lee's thrashing.

Mercedes had labeled it "Vibrator Ecstasy". Another
picture showed Su Lee hogtied and rolled awkwardly onto
her back, all her weight resting on her arms. Her head
was laying back and a ring gag held her mouth wide.
Multiple streams of urine coming from the naked bottom
halves of men splattered against her body, little
sprays bouncing from her glistening ivory teeth, her
small, hard nipples, her flat, narrow stomach, her
thighs and her legs. A small, womanly hand held a fire
poker plunged into Su Lee's cunt, Su Lee's body
blanched, tense and arched to meet the invading poker.
Mercedes called this one "Stoking the Fire". She had
complete video tapes of these scenes, but carried the
pictures so that she could show whomever she wanted
whenever she wanted.

Karen understood her friend's horror, but wished she
wouldn't be so stubborn. If she only gave in, accepted
Mercedes' attentions instead of resisting her, Mercedes
would lose interest in her. Hey, she herself had had
plenty of horrible experiences, but she wasn't going to
let it keep her down. She learned and thought all these
things in a little over a month, managing to keep her
grades up throughout it. Then she learned she had been
picked to be prey in the Hunt.

She stood at the setting of the sun at the southern
edge of the forest which stretched across the northern
side of the school. She was wearing only a pair of
sandals laced up to mid calf, her pleated, plaid skirt,
and her white school blouse. She shivered in the cold,
goosebumps all over her body, her nipples hard rocks
beneath her blouse. She stood among four other girls:
Su Lee was there, stoic and seemingly uncaring;

Andrea, a young doe eyed french girl with long blond
hair and a boyish figure, stood, freezing, with her
arms across her small chest; Kelly, a large curvy girl,
plump in all the right places, squatted on the ground,
looking scared; and Diana, a tall, dark haired girl
with classic southern European features, well formed
and knowing it, stared defiantly at the group of thirty
D.S.P. members standing just twenty feet away from
them, some holding hunting dogs tightly on leashes.

Karen had found out that the hunt had become a
tradition carried from the earliest days of the school,
when fraternity members had to hunt down real runaways
before they could escape. Now, the frat voted on their
five favorite girls, and all the college juniors and
seniors gave them a ten minute head start and then
chased them down, the first to catch each one got dibs.
The girls were then carried back to the frat house for
a weekend of debauchery. She also found out there were
rewards: if any girl managed to make it to the road
eight miles distant, or make it to the frat house
without getting caught, that girl immediately gained
senior status for her entire stay at the school.

Karen started as the command to begin was bellowed, and
turned and dashed into the woods. She ran straight into
the woods, quickly loosing sight of the other girls
among the trees. She started to pace herself, figuring
in her mind...ten minutes... six miles per hour... I
can make about one mile...only seven left to the
road...could never make the frat house... I'll have to
slow down a bit... rest... can't keep this up forever.

She had planned to make a straight run for the road;
she was in good shape, strong, and if she could
outdistance the other girls, the guys would waste time
with them. Her legs flashed beneath her as she ran, and
she felt her muscles working in her thighs, in her
stomach, in her back. Her arms pumped, and her eyes
searched the way ahead for obstacles. Cold air bit into
her lungs, to be expelled in a warm breath. Adrenaline
began to pump through her, and an exhilarating feeling
rushed over her: she was flying through the woods, her
body the furnace powering the engine of her legs,
spreading warmth and wellbeing through her. She felt
like crying out in joy; she felt like she could run
forever.

About twenty minutes later, her elation, as well as her
adrenaline rush, had worn off, and she was leaning
against a tree, panting, feeling the chill of
approaching night on her sweat dampened skin. She heard
the sound of dogs behind her, she didn't know how
close, but she knew they couldn't be that close.
Straightening up, she began walking as quickly as she
could toward the unseen road, and victory.

She walked like that for what seemed forever,
occasionally breaking into a trot, her apprehension
growing as the sounds of pursuit increased. She must
have traveled five miles, she thought, she was so
close. Five miles in no more than an hour... they
couldn't be that close... if it wasn't longer than an
hour... just keep going... run... run. She was feeling
pretty good, but couldn't do more than a brisk walk for
any length of time... and she wasn't sure she was going
in the right direction... she may have veered off the
right somewhere... she had to keep running though... it
was pretty dark now... made it hard to see... slowed
her down.

Twenty minutes later she looked back, fearful at the
growing sounds of pursuit, the baying dogs and the call
of voices back and forth, and saw the light of
flashlights being playing among the trees. Adrenaline
instantly surged through her, and she bolted away among
the trees, panic gripping her. She could barely see,
though, dark as it was, and slowed, her heart racing
wildly. Suddenly a beam of light caught her, and she
blinked, frozen, temporarily blinded, then she began to
run.

"There she is!" she heard someone yell, and suddenly
she felt a surge of people close on her, the exposing
light now fixed on her, now bobbing before her, now
behind. She heard scurrying in the underbrush behind
her and something cannoned into the back of her thighs,
knocking her from her feet. She landed heavily in the
dirt and began rolling across the ground as canine
teeth nipped at her, canine bodies swarmed around and
over her. Her arms covered her face as fear and panic
overtook her, the growling of the dogs and the play of
the flashlights disorienting her.

Hands grabbed her, pulled her up from the press of
dogs. She squinted into the blurred faces of six young
men, all panting and grinning and laughing. They
dragged her, struggling and kicking and screaming, her
head thrashing her hair wildly about her head, and
slammed her hips over a large fallen log. She hung
there, still struggling, the bark of the log tearing
into the tender flesh of her stomach as they ripped off
her cloths, until she lay there, as if over someone's
lap, completely naked and exposed.

Everything was a madhouse around her: the lights
zigging her, zagging there, the laughter and catcalls
of the boys, and the curious snuffling noses of the
dogs. "Hey," she heard in a daze, "Caesar caught her,
Caesar should have first shot!"

Answering calls of "Ya!", "Let Caesar fuck her",
"Goddamn slut", "Bet she gets off", echoed through her
head as she felt a furry weight land on her buttocks,
and a narrow, slimy thing slide into her cunt.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed, feeling the dog's paws lock
around her waist and the dog's hips begin crashing into
her buttocks, sliding its slippery penis in and out of
her pussy. She struggled and cried, trying to buck the
animal off of her, but strong hands held her down. The
dog quickly finished and she trembled as she felt its
hot seed gush deep into her. The animal was pulled
quickly off of her and she felt a man's cock drive deep
inside her now lubricated sheath.

Rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back to
meet the driving phallus, dragging her stomach and
breasts across the rough bark. The chase, the lights,
the dog, the adrenaline still coursing through her
veins, all overpowered her, sending her into a daze.
The world whirled around her and all that was left were
the sensations assaulting her body.

Her stomach and breasts chaffing against rough bark,
tearing at her tender skin; strong hands gripping the
top of her hips, squeezing and kneading and pulling;
hips slamming against her buttocks, driving her
clitoris painfully into the log, sending brief flashes
of overwhelming sensation through her body; a large
dick stretching her cunt wide, churning her insides up,
sending a warm, melting feeling through her; someone
grabbing her hair, pulling her head up, shoving their
cock into her mouth and down her throat. Buffeted back
and forth between two pistoning cocks, bent naked over
a log, pandemonium surrounding her, she shuddered and
came.

The cock in her mouth slammed again into her throat,
sending a shock of pain to mingle among the awful
scraping across her front, the pain crashing into the
overwhelming sensation of painful ecstasy radiating
from her groin, and she came again. She came as she
felt seed shoot into her stomach, and again as another
cock forced its way past her anus, sending tingling
pain through her body. She came when warm come squirted
down her throat, and when another cock forced its way
into her mouth and down her through.

She came and came and came. She couldn't stop coming,
not when each guy took a second turn with her, not when
they set the dogs loose on her, not when they shoved a
thick branch up her cunt, sending splinters driving
into her tender flesh. She was a flopping, jerking,
coming piece of meat for she didn't know how long, and
when she finally stopped coming, she was being half
carried, half dragged through the woods back to the
frat house, her body still wracked with tingling
pleasures.

In her semiconscious state, she hung between two men,
thinking it was oh so good, she wanted more; and before
she passed out, she thought to herself: I can't wait...
get me to the frat house... please....