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 Archive name: phs10.txt (mf,blkmale,humil,sex slave,tort)
 Authors name: Wiley06
 Story title : Portervill High: Maria's Revenge
 Part 10 of 11 parts

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 Porterville High: Maria's Revenge
 Part 1.9
 By Wiley06

      Amy was pissed off when she got home:  that bitch
 Princess hadn't even bothered to clean herself off
 before she came home.  Now she would have to clean the
 cum from her asshole and wipe it away from her thighs;
 the taste in her mouth was nasty, too.  Still, she
 thought, it was better than before, with Princess
 threatening to take over her life at any moment and
 destroy her.  Now Princess would only come out when
 Achilles told her to; she was disgusted at the things
 Princess allowed Achilles to do to her -- how could
 she like that? -- but better her than me, she thought.
 She washed up, feeling good for the first time in
 weeks; the old Amy Sanders, the winner, was back.

      Friday rolled around, and Maria couldn't concen-
 trate on anything.  She had spent the last few days
 reading various bondage books and magazines and watch-
 ing bondage videos, trying to learn the best way to
 torture her bitch of a teacher, Ms. Sara Ellsworth.
 She had formulated a plan which, she thought, would
 give her the most satisfaction and her teacher the most
 pain.  All she could do, all day, was imagine what it
 would be like, punishing Ms. Ellsworth until she
 screamed.

      Jim spent part of the day down in the boiler room
 of the school preparing things for Maria and Sara.  It
 took a while to get everything in place, but he wanted
 everything to be perfect.  He had told Maria that Sara
 was all hers to use today, neither he nor Achilles
 would interfere. Still, he thought, if what Achilles
 had told him this morning was true, he wouldn't have
 to go without pussy while he watched Sara get hers. He
 smiled as he thought about it and rubbed his cock
 through his jeans; if Achilles had really managed to
 turn Amy into a piece of fuck meat he was prepared to
 be impressed.  Besides, he had always wanted to ream
 out that cold bitch of a teenager.

      Princess met Achilles in the orange grove after
 school as he commanded her to, wearing a short skirt
 and blouse, and was surprised when he led her immedi-
 ately back toward the school from the rear.  She was
 even more surprised when he led her down into the
 bowels of the school, using a key ring of keys to let
 him past several locked doors. Nothing, though, pre-
 pared her for what she saw when Achilles led her into
 the boiler room, dodging overhead pipes until they
 made it into a clear area.  Before her eyes, she saw
 one of her teachers, Ms. Ellsworth, standing naked,
 spread-eagled with her arms chained to overhead pipes
 and her legs chained to eye-hooks screwed into the
 concrete floor.  Two cameras, one facing her from the
 front from an angle, and the other from the back at
 the same angle, stood on tripods focused on her and
 the janitor, a big black man, who was running his
 hands all over her nude body.

      Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she saw, who
 was it, Amy, Amy Sanders, follow Achilles into the
 boiler room.  Oh God, she thought, not another one,
 but she also grew more excited.  She had known that
 today was not going to be the standard torture and
 fuck day, since she had been tied there for at least
 half of an hour and Jim still hadn't fucked her, hadn't
 even hurt her.  All he did was run his hands gently
 over her body and rub his own prick through his pants,
 driving her wild with desire. She could barely move,
 though, chained as she was.  Another girl, though --
 she had never had another girl; the thought turned her
 on as she watched Amy stare at her in surprise.  Such
 a beautiful young woman, Sara thought, thinking of what
 Jim might have planned for her, for them, and growing
 more and more excited.

      Princess gasped and looked at Achilles, who seemed
 completely unperturbed.  "I've brought you here," he
 said placidly, "for two reasons. First, to show you
 what will happen to you if you ever disobey me. Second,
 since Jim and I may or may not be using Sara today and
 her punishment is sure to turn us on, you're here for
 both of us to use.  Do you understand?"

      "Yes master," she said, and she did understand. 
 Her master was going to share his little slut Princess
 with his big black friend:  she trembled inside as she
 thought of it.  To watch that woman's debasement -- she
 admired her trim, firm body with its luscious curves --
 while being used by someone she didn't even know:  she
 shuddered in excitement, feeling her cunt grow moist
 and tingly.

      "Why don't you go and beg Jim to give him a blow-
 job?  I'll go and get the show started."  With that, he
 headed toward a remote, hidden corner of the room.

      Princess licked her lips and, placing her hands
 behind her back, walked nervously over to Jim:  he was
 huge, intimidating, the way he grinned down at her
 while he absently tweaked Sara's breast.  She moved
 really close to him, feeling arousal rise in her
 sluttish body at the nearness of such a man, and looked
 up into his dark face.  "Please master Jim, please let
 me suck your big, hard cock.  Please fill my mouth with
 your hot come; let me taste every inch of your prick.
 Please," she whined one final time.

      Looking down at this young white cunt begging to
 blow him, Jim was amazed:  Achilles had done quite a
 job on her.  "Well, little girl," he said, "take off
 all your clothes and kneel in front of that table over
 there," motioning to the side where he had set up a
 table for him and Achilles to watch the action.  He
 smiled as she quickly disrobed and kneeled before the
 table. Giving Sara's tit one last slap, he slowly
 undressed and then headed over to see how well Achilles'
 bitch could suck dick.

      Sara couldn't believe her ears:  they may or may
 not fuck her?! What was going on?  They bring in this
 slut -- she couldn't believe how Amy was acting -- and
 say they were only going to watch?  Watch what?  What
 was going to happen to her?  She wanted to ask, but was
 afraid, afraid of being hit and afraid of the answer. 
 For the first time since she had given into her passion
 for pain and degradation, she began to feel apprehen-
 sion.

      Maria sat in the corner of the boiler room, fear,
 nervousness, and anticipation struggling within the pit
 of her stomach.  She had put on her costume fifteen
 minutes ago and put all her torture devices in a small
 leather bag; now she was waiting, wondering whether she
 had the courage to go through with this.  If she could
 just have the bitch alone, or even if she could just
 hurt the bitch normally, but Jim had insisted she do it
 his way, with certain liberties allowed her.  She
 realized that Jim and the partner he had talked about
 would probably want to fuck her:  could she go through
 with this?  Then she thought about what Ms. Sara
 Ellsworth had done to her:  she had had her raped by
 three boys.  It had shattered her life; she could not
 forgive that.

      It was pay back time, she thought, and a righteous
 anger filled her:  what she was going to do to that
 fucking cunt...  Anything was worth that, anything.

      She was startled when Achilles stuck his head
 around the edge of a large boiler and told her it was
 time before dashing off to take his place in this
 little drama.  She breathed in deeply and stood up on
 the three inch spike heels she was wearing, picked up
 her bag in one hand and a three foot, very flexible,
 reed switch in the other, and walked toward the center
 of the room.

      The first thing she noticed when she stepped into
 sight of Sara, Achilles, and Jim, was the brightness of
 the room.  Peripherally she saw Achilles standing naked
 behind one of two cameras set up in the room, pointing
 it at her, and she saw Jim, sitting on a low table to
 her right with his hand on the back of a naked blond
 girl's head getting a blowjob.  These sights, though,
 were mere distractions to her; in the middle of the
 space, standing tied spread-eagled, was Ms. Sara
 Ellsworth, a look of shock and terror on her face as
 she saw and recognized Maria. An expression of pure
 hate twisted Maria's features as she squared her
 shoulders, set down her bag, and strolled meaningfully
 over to face her teacher.

      Jim was sitting enjoying a pretty good blowjob
 from Achilles' slut, thinking that what she lacked in
 experience she sure made up for in enthusiasm, when he
 caught sight of Maria as she strode out of the shadows
 toward Sara. She was a vision of a bondage goddess,
 Jim thought, eyeing her with deep appreciation and
 lust.  Her legs were encased up to mid thigh in high-
 heeled leather boots, making them seem even shapelier
 and longer than they already were and focusing atten-
 tion on pair of small, leather panties with barely
 covered her patch of pubic hair.  Her upper thighs and
 firm stomach were creamy olive in color up to her belly
 button before the rest of her waist was cinched firmly
 in by a black bodice which lifted and squeezed her
 overfull breasts together and up, revealing the tops
 of her mounds almost down to her nipples.

      Her face was the only thing which jarred with the
 image of a leather goddess in his mind:  it was young,
 a fifteen year olds face thickly done up in harsh
 makeup.  Dark red lipstick brought out the fullness of
 her mouth and lips; a base smoothed her already smooth
 skin; heavy black eyeliner and eyelash thickener made
 her dark eyes darker.  Jim watched as she moved with
 the sureness of a tiger ready to pounce, feeling his
 balls contract and approach orgasm at the very sight
 of her.

      Sara was stunned.  Maria, Maria would kill her,
 she thought.  She was terrified of Maria; Maria had
 reason to hate her, to hurt her.  She glanced wildly
 over at Jim, who only smiled cruelly, and then at
 Achilles, who was hidden behind a camera.  Oh god, she
 thought, don't let this happen, as she tried to cower
 away from the girl she had had raped and broke out in
 a sweat.

      Maria saw the fear in Sara's eyes and a feeling
 of absolute power welded to joy flowed through her. 
 All hers, she thought, this bitch was all hers. 

      "Please," Sara whimpered softly, begging for Maria
 not to do what she knew Maria was going to do.

      "SHUT UP!" Maria yelled viciously, bringing the
 switch down blazingly fast and hard against the outside
 of Sara's left breast.  Sara bit her lip and cried out
 inwardly, barely suppressing a shout of pain as agony
 ripped through her.

      "SHUT UP!" Maria yelled again, a fury overtaking
 her as the pent up tension of her wait, and her hatred
 of this woman broke forth, spilling over into a rapid
 series of blows across Sara's tits with the switch.

      <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> went the
 switch as it landed again and again against Sara's
 breasts.  She clenched her teeth as pain coursed 
 through her, each blow feeling like it was tearing a
 piece of flesh from her breast.  She finally screamed
 when Maria struck her across the nipple, pain exploding
 across her chest and darkening her mind as she trembled
 and shook against her bonds.  "AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she
 cried, "Please stop!  Stop! AAAAAAAAAAA!" as the beat-
 ing seemed to go on forever.  Finally Maria stopped,
 panting in released rage, and Sara hung limply against
 her arms for a moment, the burning pain in her breasts
 seeming to spread across her entire torso.  She moaned
 as it reached her groin and she felt herself grow
 moist:  even this? she thought to herself, trying to
 regain her footing.

      Princess was happily sucking on Jim's large black
 cock, not as large as her master's, she thought pride-
 fully, thinking about how debased she was.  It excited
 her to think that here she was, an upper middle class
 white girl was on her knees servicing a big black stud
 like Jim -- and he was a janitor!  Her master knew what
 he was doing when he brought her here; she needed to be
 treated like this, like some common whore.  She heard
 the clacking of heels on concrete and wanted to turn
 her head, but Jim's hand was in her hair and his cock
 was in her mouth so she couldn't look.  Still, she felt
 Jim's excitement and clenched her thighs together,
 feeling her juices begin to drip sluggishly down her
 inner thighs, with the thought that soon he would fill
 her mouth with come.  She started when she heard shout-
 ing and the viscous whacking sound of flesh being
 struck followed by screams of pain, but turned her
 attention more eagerly toward teasing the come from the
 cock in her mouth, for she felt his cock begin to
 expand slightly in her mouth and his hand tighten on
 the back of her head.  Suddenly he groaned and large
 wads of his come splattered against the back of her
 mouth, and she swallowed eagerly, luxuriating in the
 feel of his come sliding slickly down her throat.  She
 squeezed her legs together and felt the small bloom of
 an orgasm rush through her body; it was so good, so
 good to be doing this, to be treated like this.

      Maria panted with exertion as Sara struggled to
 regain her feet. She lowered the switch and, turning,
 put it on the ground next to her leather bag. Opening
 the bag, she pulled out a two foot long gleaming stain-
 less steel needle, sharp on both ends, which she held
 in the palms of both hands as she showed it to Sara.
 She felt incredible:  adrenaline was coursing through
 her body, giving her an incredible rush and exciting
 her beyond belief.  She never would have thought that
 hurting another person would give her such pleasure,
 but hurting Sara Ellsworth certainly did.

      "Do you know what I'm going to do with this,
 Sara?" she asked silkily, holding the long needle
 before her eyes.

      Sara could imagine a thousand things Maria might
 do, so she begged, pleaded, "Please, please don't hurt
 me anymore," all the while feeling the pain in her
 breasts turn into an erotic throbbing which made her
 cunt run even more freely with its juices.  She was
 scared and in pain at the same time, and it was, she
 admitted in the back of her head, and incredible turn
 on; but she didn't want any more pain, certainly not
 the type of pain she knew Maria had in store for her.

      She grimaced and gasped in pain as Maria gripped
 her left nipple between her fingernails and pulled it
 away from her body, stretching it into a small, dark
 red cone.  She felt her blood pound through her abused
 nipple and screamed "NOOOO!  NOOOO!  OH GOD NOOOO!
 DON'T! PLEASE!" as she saw Maria bring the tip of the
 long needle against the outside of her breast.  Her
 screams turned into shrieks of pure agony as Maria
 slowly pressed the needle into her distended nipple,
 piercing the flesh as she inexorably drove the needle
 into her teachers nipple.

      "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!"
 Sara screamed as she felt the needle tear through the
 tender flesh of her nipple and, dragging the ripped
 flesh around its puncture with it, tear out the other
 side, completely piercing the small red bud topping her
 breast.  She quivered and shook and tried to pull her
 breast away from this torture, but Maria held her tight
 between her fingernails, drawing even more blood from
 the very tip of her nipple as they dug painfully into
 the nib of Sara's nipple.  The agony was excruciating,
 narrowing her consciousness down to that one small,
 tortured point on her body as she screamed her throat
 raw.  Finally the pain abated somewhat, dulling to a
 sharp throbbing which drew ragged cried from her throat
 at each beat of her pounding heart.

      Maria released her teacher's nipple and looked
 with pleasure upon her accomplishment:  the needle
 neatly pierced Sara's nipple, two thin streams of blood
 running down either side of her breast to join at its
 base before drying just before reaching her naval.  The
 very tip of the nipple, where she had gripped it be-
 tween her fingernails, was suitably bruised and swollen
 with blood and fluid oozing out through the torn flesh.
 She reveled in the small cries of pain her teacher made
 and looked up into her eyes, smiling as she saw the
 agony and dismay etched deeply on Sara's face.

      "I'm not done yet," she said cruelly, still hold-
 ing the needle with her fingers, earning a look of
 complete terror from Ms. Ellsworth.

      Achilles was excited beyond belief as he watched
 Maria sadistically pierce her teacher's nipple and
 heard the screams of inhuman agony torn from her
 throat; he was getting it all on tape, too, which made
 it even better.  He eagerly made his way over to were
 both Jim and Princess, Jim still sitting on the table
 and his cock slowly beginning to resuscitate and
 Princess still kneeling on the ground beside Jim's leg,
 were both entranced with the theater going on in front
 of them.  He quickly grabbed Princess by the hair and
 commanded her to stand up and grab her ankles, where-
 upon he grabbed her hips and quickly thrust into her
 sopping cunt, sighing at the feel of the soft folds
 of skin engulfing his prick.

      Princess was once again denied the sight of the
 woman's torture, but the cock in her cunt assuaged that
 disappointment.  The scene before her had been so
 horrible, so twistedly erotic, that it had driven her
 to another orgasm before her master had demanded use
 of her cunt.  She heard the woman's screams resume and
 knew that the girl was driving the spike through her
 other nipple, the sounds of the woman's sexual agony
 bringing her even closer to orgasm as her master's cock
 pounded her furiously from behind, almost knocking her
 over with each thrust, only holding her up with the
 firm grip his hands had on her hips.

      Maria stepped back and viewed her handiwork, her
 cunt moist and slick from her exertions.  Both Sara's
 nipples were pierced through with the single, long
 needle, the weight of which dragged both her breasts
 down slightly.  Two thin trails of blood, coming from
 each of her nipples, had dried against her skin just
 before reaching her belly button.  The bitch herself
 was quivering in pain as she tried to maintain her
 balance, low moans of agony coming from her throat
 each time her shaking body made her breasts swing even
 a little bit.

      Turning back to her bag, Maria pulled out a thin
 cord and tied it tight to the center of the needle,
 between Sara's breasts, and, feeding out line, walked
 about ten feet away draped the other end of the cord
 over a pipe about head high.  Slowly she pulled the
 cord tight, earning a long, drawn out moan from her
 teacher, until the bitch's breasts were distended into
 fleshy cones, the point of piercing of each nipple
 beginning to bleed again under the tension of the rope.
 Maria pulled it a little tighter then quickly tied it
 off.

      "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Sara moaned as she felt
 her breasts stretched into fleshy cones of meat; it
 felt like her nipples were going to be ripped off by
 the pressure.  The agony of the torture of her breasts
 had spread throughout her body, which was tense and
 sweating with strain, making her cunt burn with need.
 She couldn't help it; the worse the pain became, the
 more her pussy demanded released, and now it was burn-
 ing with a need more torturous than the piercing of her
 nipples, her juice slicking the insides of her thighs
 and dripping off from the sides of her knees to form a
 small puddle on the ground between her legs.

      "Please, please touch me," she begged as Maria
 returned carrying a curious black box with a dial
 connected to three long wires ending in small clamps.

      "Oh, the whore wants to come?" Maria spat sarcas-
 tically, turning to her audience.  "Do you think this
 cunt deserves that pleasure?  Well I don't."  It was
 better than she imagined; she had thought she only
 wanted to torture the bitch, but making her beg for
 sex while she inflicted torture after torture upon her
 was even better.  She felt a thrill of excitement as
 she clipped one of the clamps to the end of the needle
 through Sara's nipples and another clamp through the
 other end.  The third clamp she held up before the
 bitch's eyes and smiled before kneeling down right in
 front of her gaping, dripping pussy. Placing her
 fingers just on the outside of the front of her snatch,
 Maria pulled her labia apart, exposing Sara's clit,
 glistening with lubrication.  She quickly snapped the
 clip onto her teacher's clit and received a satis-
 factory shuddering in response.

      Oh god, Sara thought as the clamp closed tightly
 over her clit, sending more shooting pain through her
 body, it had almost brought her off.  A little more and
 she would have come:  how she needed to come! She hung
 her head and strained against her chains, trying to
 bring herself off, but it was no use. She looked up and
 saw Maria standing before her holding four stick pins,
 having set the black box down on the ground in front of
 her.  She saw her tormentor kneel down and suddenly
 turn the dial on the box, and she immediately felt its
 results.  It felt like a thousand tiny mules were kick-
 ing her nipples, breasts, clit, and cunt as the elec-
 tricity flowed into her body.  It thrummed through her
 sex and breasts, slowly increasing as Maria turned the
 dial.  Her whole body tensed to the pounding of the
 current and the throbbing of her blood in her ears.
 She closed her eyes as the current transformed all the
 pain in her body, turning it an agonizingly heightened
 sensation coursing across her nerves.

      She screamed as a sharp, tearing pain hit her
 breast, looking to see Maria driving one of her pins
 down into the flesh of her breast. Again the pain in
 her breast as Maria drove another pin into her; and
 again with her other breast.  Now her vision was
 fading into and out of black as the sensations
 engulfing her body overwhelmed her:  they were not
 pain and they were not pleasure, just an unbearable
 screaming of tortured nerves.  Her whole body shook
 under the barrage of electricity, her legs and stomach
 tense.  The fourth pin entered her breast near the
 nipple, and she screamed, not hearing her own voice,
 as she finally lost control of her bladder, her warm
 urine splattering on the floor and sprinkling her feet,
 ankles, and calves.  Far away, she felt hands on her
 shoulders -- she was floating in an agony of sensation
 -- and she felt a deep thumping at her pelvis as Maria
 kneed her in the groin.  <Thump> <Thump> <Thump> the
 knee pounded her sex, and she shrieked like a lost soul
 as a hot, blistering wind swept through her tormented
 body, originating from her cunt and coursing across
 the raw nerves of her body, sending her thrashing
 against her bonds in an orgasm of pain.  She shrieked
 and shrieked, completely engulfed by this unbearable
 sensation which was both agony and ecstasy, before
 darkness clouded her vision and she fell heavily
 against her bonds, hanging from her arms in oblivion.
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