BRADY BUNCH: WEEKEND DUTY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 10 ]

When Friday afternoon came around, Mike used his credit card to open the apartment door of Peter’s math teacher. Then the blackmailed father waited inside. Sure enough, at 4:28, he heard her key in the door and positioned himself behind the front door. Ms. Whelan stepped into the safety of her apartment and shut the door behind her. Her eyes scanned the apartment, but the next thing she knew, rough hands grabbed her from behind. One hand went around her neck and the other hand went over her face. The hand over her face held a white handkerchief that smelled of chemicals. The poor teacher was a petite woman and her struggles had little effect. Though she managed to hold her breath for twenty seconds as she struggled, eventually she inhaled deeply and fell victim to the chloroform on the rag. Her only result was to turn Mike Brady on even more as she struggled helplessly in his grasp. She never got a chance to see her attacker.

Mike kept the rag close at hand as he worked. Peter was waiting in the car, unsure of what was happening, but knowing that his dad was about to deliver on his promise. He expected to be summoned to the apartment at any time for his part in the drama. But, Mike didn’t intend for this to happen quickly or happen at the woman’s apartment. There was too much risk in the crowded apartment complex, so he had reserved the hunting cabin. To prepare the teacher, Mike first stripped her clothes off. Her nude body was something he’d normally have stopped to admire. Her face was not all that plain, and her shapely body overcame any plainness. Her tits were 38DD, yet had tiny nipples. The small, girlish nipples gave her an erotic quality that hardened his cock despite the fact that he was intent on business. Her body tapered to a very narrow waist of 23 inches, then her hips widen in a full womanly 36 inches. The effect of her hourglass figure was dramatic.

He worked quickly to dress her again in black stockings and a black garter belt. A black push up bra was all she was allowed for her ample tits. Her nipples stuck out the top of the bra and her tits seemed as hard as a rock. He slid a pair of black panties over her garter straps. The panties could and would be removed while leaving the accentuating garter belt and stockings on the helpless woman. When she stirred, Mike applied the rag to her face again and her body relaxed in a stupor.

Mike then lifted the limp body into a large moving box. There was a hole cut in the side of the box and he arranged her body so her nose was pressed against the hole. He packed the box with paper. One more time he put the rag to her face and then taped the box shut. The box was marked ‘Goodwill Donation’. He checked outside the door and saw no one near, then pushed open the door and carried the box out. To complete the ruse, he was wearing a stolen Goodwill Industries uniform. Her apartment was not far from the parking lot and he got all the way to the rented van without passing anyone. He opened the door and pushed the box in, then they drove away.

Peter took the rag that his father offered him. He knew what had happened because this rag smelled just like the rag they’d used on Marsha. “She’s in the box?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes, Peter,” said his dad. “And this has got to be the biggest secret you ever keep, understand? You agree now, or you agree that the promise is over.” The dad looked sternly at his son.

Peter wasn’t about to back out now. “You bet, dad,” he agreed, his cock hard at the prospect of the upcoming weekend. “She’s really in the box?”

“She is,” said his father. “If she starts to make noise, I want you to put that rag up to that hole in the box.” It was a one-hour drive up to the cabin and Peter had to subdue his teacher three times during the drive. Inside the box, the poor woman would barely get conscious and then the chloroform would hit her again. She never realized she was not still in her apartment.

At the cabin, Mike carried the box inside and untaped it. He’d brought along several toys that they would need for Friday night and Saturday. He intended not to rape her just once and get it over with, but to fuck her over and over again. His reasoning was that as long as he had her, he’d take advantage of the captive. He was out on a limb now and wanted to get the most out of it.

So, it was that when Ms. Whelan awakened for good, she found herself hanging by her wrists, her feet not touching the ground. Her arms were already sore and she wondered how long she had been hanging there, still not aware that she wasn’t in her apartment. Mike had hung her from a rafter with her wrists bound together. Her legs were spread by a three-foot bar at her ankles and her toes were just an inch off the floor. She was blindfolded and gagged.

Mike and Peter were both naked already, as they watched her wake up. Peter’s cock rose to its full length as he watched his teacher struggle against her bonds. The black bra made her big tits look even bigger than he imagined. His dad had already removed the black panties, leaving the garter belt and straps to nicely frame the dark triangle of cunt hair. Her stockings accentuated her long legs. If it was up to Peter, he’d fuck her and call the rape a success.

But, instead, as she awakened and fumbled for words against the gag in her mouth, Mike picked up his leather riding crop and handed it to Peter. For the next 24 hours, the two would be Bud and Pal. “Hey, Pal, you get her started,” said Mike. The 11-year-old Peter took the riding crop and swung it hard against the helpless ass. “Aaaannn,” yelled the teacher as she was jump started awake. “Mmmmphf, mmmm, nnnnn, oooo, aaaaa,” she said. Her head turned blindly from side to side as she attempted to look at her attackers, then realized she was blindfolded. Again Peter struck her ass, “Aaaammmm,” she screamed. “Mmmm, aaaa, kkkkkkkkk,” she said, trying to reason with her unseen attackers.

Karen Whelan was 29 years old, from a small Midwestern town. She was a spinster not so much by choice as by the fact that she was a boring bitch. She’d earned success as a teacher because she could relate to the youth, but when it came to men, she was totally lost. No boyfriends lasted more than 3 dates and she wasn’t ready to put out after only 3 dates. At 29, she was still a virgin, intent on saving herself for a non-existent Mr. Perfect. Now, she realized she was in a life and death situation. She didn’t know who her attackers were, but she guessed she was a dead woman if she didn’t cooperate fully. But, she couldn’t cooperate if they didn’t tell her what they wanted and with a gag stuffed in her mouth, she couldn’t tell them she was ready to do anything.

The bitch’s arms hurt and now her ass was starting to sting. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts at talking, she realized her mouth was spread wide open by a gag. The cool air blowing across her body told her that she was nude and the sounds told her there were several men present. She wanted to shrink up and die, but all she could do was hang there and let everyone enjoy her naked body.

“Aaaagggggggggg,” she screamed as she was struck again. Who was out there and what did they want?

Mike watched his son’s cock throb as he struck the helpless teacher again and again. She had ten red stripes across her ass and back when he finally stopped Peter. When Mike produced two electric wires, Peter’s eyes lit up. They hooked the wires to the bitch’s tits and Peter closed the switch. “Eeeeemmmmmm,” screamed Miss Whelan. Her body twitched and writhed. Please, let me go, she begged silently. Please, I’ll do anything.

“Hey, Pal,” said Mike. “There’s nobody within miles of us. Want to hear what she has to say?”

Peter nodded. He wasn’t sure if Miss Whelan would recognize his voice.

Mike untied the strap around her neck and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Immediately, she began, “Please, whoever you are, let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened. Just let me go, please.” Peter wound up and stroked the whip across her ass. “Whooo, eeee, hooo,” she screamed. “Don’t, please, stop, what do you want?” The 11-year-old hit the switch and she screamed, “Ooooooooooo, yeeeeeeeeee.” Her body bucked against the restraints. “Please, it hurts, I’ll do anything,” she begged. “Let me down and I’ll do anything.”

“Will you suck a cock?” asked Mike.

There was silence. Then quietly, “Please, just let me go.”

“Will you spread your legs and beg for a good fuck?”

“Please, no, I want to go home.”

“Will you beg for a cock up your ass?”

The helpless woman broke down in sobs, “No, no, please, don’t do that. Please let me go. My arms hurt. My breasts hurt. My behind hurts.”

“Your what hurts?” asked Mike.

Peter stroked her ass again. “Eeeeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaaa,” she screamed. Then, she said, “My behind.”

“You mean your ass?” asked Mike.

“Eeeeeee, whooooooooooo, aaaaa,” she screamed as her behind was struck again. “Eeee, yes, yes, my … my… ass… hurts. Please don’t hit it again.”

Peter closed the switch, “Mmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee, yoooooow,” she screamed. “Help me, don’t do that, please. It hurts so much.” She swung in silence for a few seconds. “My boobs hurt,” she said.

“Your boobs?” asked Mike.

“Yes, my boobs,” she said, wondering what was the right word to use. “My god damn boobs. My hooters. My breasts. My mounds. My tits. My damn things.”

“Hooters?” asked Peter trying to lower his voice. It was a new word for him.

Mike nearly laughed at his son. “Just hit her again,” he said.

Peter swung the riding crop, but against her hooters this time. “Eeeeeeeeeee, please,” she screamed. Mike pointed at her cunt and Peter smacked that with his whip. “Ooooooooooo, wheeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed in surprise. “Please, anywhere, but my tee-tee.” Peter snorted in laughter and Mike had to clap a hand over his son’s mouth to stop a little boy laugh.

It was several seconds before the two regained their composure. “Your what?” yelled Mike. Peter hit it again.

“Eeeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaah, please, my pussy, my cunt, my twat, my oh, oh, my fuck hole, my, please don’t hit it again, my vagina, my … my … cunt.”

Mike took the crop from his son. “Such polite language you have for a fucking naked bitch.” He pushed the crop into her tee-tee. “Are you a fucking virgin?”

She nodded.

“Bingo,” said Mike. He looked at Peter. “I’ll let you have her first, Pal. But, I get her virgin ass and virgin mouth.”

“No, no, no, please,” she begged.

“Lady,” said Mike. “You leave here with every hole used or you don’t leave. Got it?”

A chill ran down her spine as she heard those words. “Y…y.. yes, I… I… I…I .. g-g-got it.” But she didn’t really get it. “Please, don’t,” she begged again. She heard the swish and felt the sting of the riding crop, this time on the front of her thighs. “Yeeeeeeeeee, aaaaaa,” she screamed. “Ooooooooo, please, OK, I got it. You can do it.”

Peter rolled his eyes at his dad. He was really getting into the pain and rape idea. He wanted more from her. He closed the switch. “Heeeeeeeeeeee, whooooooo,” she screamed. “Ooooooooooop.” She panted, hanging at the end of the ropes. “Please, I said I’d do it. Let me down and you can have intercourse with me.”

Mike took the switch from Peter. He couldn’t take much more of the stupid virgin bitch. “Pweeeeeeeee, hooooo, hooooo,” she screamed as her tits lit on fire. “Please, I said I’d hold still.” She panted for a few more seconds, then, “Eeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmm, wahooooooooooo.”

Mike took the clips off her boobs and put them on her tee-tee. “What do you want?” she screamed.

“Just what we’re getting,” said Mike. “We want to hear you scream. We want to hear you beg. We want to hear you say things you’d never say. If you say fucking intercourse, or tee-tee, or breasts again, we’ll shock you until you shit.”

There was a moment of silence as the stricken woman swung back and forth panting. “Fuck me,” she said quietly. “You want to fuck me. Please do. What do you want? Cunt. Tits. Boobs. Fuck. Screw. Poke me.”

Again Peter had a hard time containing his laughter. He stuffed a fist in his mouth. Then, in a deep voice, he said, “Suck my fucking cock.”

“Suck your fucking cock,” repeated his math teacher. She could add two plus two. “Suck your fucking hard cock. Put your fucking cock in my cunt. Put your fucking cock in my ass. Put your fucking cock in my mouth. Please?” she whined.

“Not bad,” said Peter. He closed the switch.

“Ppoooooooooooo, yyoaaaaaaah,” she yelled. “Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Fuck my… fuck my mouth. Eeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaaaa. Please, let me down and I’ll suck your cock, all of you.” She was sure she’d heard at least three voices now. “Hheeeeeeee, oooooooooo, pleee-ee-ee-ease,” she pleaded. “Let me suck your cocks, let me fuck you, just let me down and you can do what you want. Please?”

“OK,” said Mike. “But if you’re lying, you’re getting your pretty ass tied right back up there and it’s not coming down again for a long time.” They’d talked about this moment on the drive up. When she came down, she wasn’t to get an opportunity to remove the blindfold. Peter loosened the rope where it was tied to the wall and let it run quickly through the hook in the ceiling. His math teacher fell in a heap. Mike held her arms down and uncuffed her hands, and the two of them quickly restrained them behind her back.

“Now, bitch,” said Mike. “Let’s fix up some rules.” She nodded. “You’re a fucking bitch,” he said. “What are you?”

She paused, then said, “I’m a fucking bitch.”

“What are you good for?”

“Fucking?” she guessed.

“What do you look like?”

“A fucking bitch?”

“Not bad,” said Mike. “You look like a cocksucking, hard bodied bitch who needs a good fucking.” He paused.

“I looked like a cocksucking, hard bodied bitch who needs a good fucking,” she repeated.

“And who’s going to fuck you?”

“You are.”

“Nope, my buddy is though. Then I will. So, you have a choice. You can swing by your arms and get the shit shocked out of you. Or, you can tell my buddy just how bad you want him to fuck your virgin lights out.”

Silence. She knew what her choice was. She was helpless to these monsters. But, she had to change her way of thinking if she was to get out of this alive. “Please, please, fuck me. I want you to fuck my virgin lights out.” She heard the whistle of the riding crop, but it hit something besides her. A warning. “Fuck my virgin pussy, please. I want you to be the one that takes me for the first time.” Slap. “Please, fuck me. Rape me. Rape me with your cocks. With your big cocks. With your big hard cocks. Yes, please. I’m going to… I’m fucking … I’m tied up for you. Take me. Rape me with your big hard cock. I can’t stop you. Fucking rape me. Rape this hard bodied, cocksucking virgin.”

That was enough for Peter. He rolled the fucking bitch over onto her back. Her legs were spread by the bar at her ankles. He put his cock up to her dry pussy and pushed, feeling the wonderful friction as he penetrated her virgin pussy. It took him several strokes before his own pre-cum had moistened the cunt enough to push past the first couple of inches. Then he felt her hymen and pushed again. “Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned as he tore through her virginity. “Oh, please, don’t” she pleaded, but it was too late.

The cock tore into her dry pussy. Her arms hurt as she lay on them and her ass and tits hurt from the torture she’d received. “Please, it hurts,” she moaned. She heard the whistle of the riding crop again. “Eeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed as the crop cut a red stripe across her tits. “Please,” she begged, “Fuck me. Rape me. Put your hard cock in my pussy. Yes, please, fuck me.” She was lucky that it was Peter’s smaller cock that was taking her virginity, but to her the cock felt immense.

Peter was getting every bit that he had hoped for. The blindfold concealed Miss Whelan’s face some, but he could still tell that he was fucking his math teacher. Raping her, in fact. That was more than he’d bargained for. Raping her virgin pussy even. He put his hands on the full tits. They were bigger than Linda’s, making them the biggest tits he’d ever had his hands on. She moaned in embarrassment, having the strange hands fondle her body. When he put his finger to her lips, she turned her head. He slapped her hard and felt his cock respond to the violence. He slapped her face again and his cock jumped. He stopped pumping his cock and pinched her tits hard. “Pleeeease,” she begged, feeling him grow inside her. With her arms tied under her, she was helpless as Peter slapped her again. He could see his hand print on her fair skin. What a fucking turn on. He slapped her tits, leaving a hand print again. Now he was harder than ever and started stroking again. He put his hands under her and dug his fingers into her ass, lifting it up and pulling it to his cock. “Oooooooooh,” she moaned. When he released her ass, he slapped her face again. “Aaaaah, please,” she begged. This time when he put his finger to her mouth, she sucked on it.

The 11-year-old kept stroking his math teacher’s pussy and now bent forward to take her small left nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and licked at the huge tit and moved to the other. He was in heaven with two tits this size. Miss Whelan looked wonderful to her student. His fantasy of fucking her was coming true. As he felt his orgasm approaching, the young boy pulled on her nipples, raising her off the ground until only her ass and head were touching. “Pleeeease,” she moaned one more time, then felt her attacker tense and explode into her pussy. “Fucking bitch,” she heard him say, a surprisingly young voice for a rapist.

As Peter pulled out, Mike asked her, “What’s next, fucking bitch? Your mouth or your ass?”

“Please, no more,” she begged.

“Wrong choice,” said Mike.

She heard the whistle and felt the sting on her thighs. “Eeeeeemmmmmmmm, hah,” she screamed. “Please, my … my … my ass,” she stammered. “Oh, god, no, not, oh, yes, please, that’s where, oh, please, no, shit, fuck my ass, please.” She was flipped and felt her ass being pulled into the air. With her hands tied, she was resting on her head and knees.

Mike lubricated his cock and put the head to her asshole. “Here’s goes your virgin ass,” he said. Slowly he pushed into the tightly puckered asshole. She fought him with her ass muscles, put she was no match for the hard spear head he was shoving into her. She only made it tighter for him and more painful for herself. She felt like she was going to split in two as the huge cock drove deep into her ass. When it was all the way in, Mike pulled back and shoved again. “Ooooh,” she moaned in pain. “Please, don’t.”

She heard the whistle again. “Eeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed from the fire in her back. “No, please,” she begged. Peter thought his math teacher a pretty slow learner. She was still saying the wrong things. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up, stretching her arm sockets terribly. The effect was to arch her back, pulling her head up off the ground and suspending her from her aching shoulders. “Please, yes, please, fuck my ass,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder, deeper, more, fuck.” Holding her that way, Peter located the clips and put them on the tits again.

“Bud,” he said, “You want her tighter?”

She couldn’t be much tighter, thought Mike. But, he nodded. “Yeeeeeeeeeeee, whoooooo,” she screamed and Mike knew what tight really meant. He’d watched that fine ass tighten as the current poured through her tits. “Fucking rape my ass,” she yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck my ass. When you’re done with that, fuck my cunt. Fuck my mouth,” she pleaded. Just don’t shock me, she begged silently. But, she was playing the part of a fuck toy and her tight ass was just so much better when she was writhing in pain. As Mike stroked hard and felt himself ready to cum, he pointed at Peter and nodded. The pain caught her off guard and her breath sucked in, while her ass tightened. Mike pumped his seed into her virgin ass, feeling her tightness milk out every drop. With a sigh, he pulled out.

The hapless teacher was flipped again and laying on her back. She felt a light person, hardly more than a boy, sit on her chest. Peter removed her bra, put his cock between her tits, and squeezed her tits together around his hard cock. He stroked a few times, the thought of cumming on his teacher’s face spurring him on. Then, he stopped and bent down to kiss her. This was something he wanted even more, had wanted since even before he appreciated a good fuck. His lips pressed against hers and he ran his tongue between them. She kept her lips pressed together, thought, feeling some small triumph from protecting her mouth from invasion. Peter twisted her nipples in frustration and she got the message. Her lips parted and his tongue found her tongue hiding in the depths. Their tongues battled and swirled together.

Then the young boy stood up. He’d yet to just stare at his teacher’s lovely body, so he took a moment to appreciate what he was seeing. She felt his hand run up her bare, spread legs and caress her inner thighs. He lingered there, having seen these thighs under her skirts for many weeks in class. He stroked the once virgin pussy and caressed her bare tummy. Back to her tits, he again knelt on her and put his cock between the huge, firm tits. He stroked hard and fast, his little cock already near to its orgasm. When he came, he took pleasure in watching the cum spurt onto her neck and chin. And even more as she showed her disgust, but was unable to avoid the cum running down her chin. He scooped up this cum with his fingers and put them to her lips. When she refused him, he slapped her again, leaving finger prints on her fair skin. “Please,” she said. “Feed me your cum.” He spread it on her offered tongue and she took it into her mouth.

Mike got hard watching his young son abuse his math teacher. The boy had wanted to fuck her so bad, but more than that he just wanted to hurt her. She’d become an object to him, something to use to satisfy his deepest forbidden desire. In the privacy of the cabin, without fear of being caught, the young boy was learning just what a woman was good for. And he was teaching his teacher just what she was good for. There was just one final lesson for the dad to show the teacher.

Mike knelt over her face and let his hard cock touch her lips. She knew what was expected. She’d begged to have each of her holes filled and her mouth was the only one left. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and felt the cock push into her mouth. From the taste, she could tell this was the one that had fucked her ass. Tasting her own shit, she tried to refuse the cock, but felt her head rocked by a tremendous slap. Mike left his finger prints on the stupid bitch’s face and said, “I’ll hang your fucking ass up by your feet and play spank the stupid white woman for an hour if you don’t open your fucking mouth and learn what it’s good for.”

Miss Whelan opened her mouth again and when the shitty tasting cock entered her mouth, she put her lips around it and sucked. She had never done this before, but she knew what was expected. Using her tongue and lips, she cleaned the cock, feeling it drive ever deeper into her mouth. When she gagged, she felt the cock pull out and Mike slapped her again. He smiled at his son and said, “Some fun, huh? Fucking stupid bitch just loves to be smacked.” The two of them were feeding on each other’s depravity. Without even giving her another chance, he slapped her again. She had hand prints on both cheeks. It was all Mike could do to keep from hitting her again. He stopped only because her mouth was so wide open. He shoved his cock hard into her mouth. She gagged, but kept her lips around the cock, swallowing, trying desperately to keep the cock in her mouth. With his weight, he drove his long hard cock all the way down her throat. Her hands clawed at the carpet under her as she fought for air. Her struggles made Mike even harder. He pulled out to let her breathe and plunged in again. Helplessly, the math teacher learned what sucking cock was all about.

Peter moved behind his dad, started stroking the captive. He was still captivated by the nude body of his teacher, but giving in to the sadistic lessons he and his dad were teaching each other. He put his middle finger up his teacher’s cunt and using his other hand started rubbing her clit. It was the first sensitive stimulation she’d received. Sucking the big cock, she was almost unaware of how her body was reacting to the boy’s finger fucking. Despite the pain, Peter noticed her pussy was finally becoming wet. Her hips started to move, suggesting a hint of heat stirring in her loins. He could hear the sucking sounds as she fought with the mouthful of cock that was shoved down her throat. He wanted to hurt her, but was going to do it gently. His dad picked up the pace and so did Peter, tickling the clit and watching her hips gyrate. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy, still using his hand to rub her clit.

Now the poor teacher could feel her second attacker as he fucked her again. But, her traitorous body was dancing to the same tune. She moved her hips as she felt the heat building. “Mmmm,” she whimpered, afraid of what was happening. With the cock in her mouth, she couldn’t protest and her resolve was weakening. Mike felt the added stimulation on his cock as she moaned against it. After just a few more strokes, it was all he could bear. He thrust his cock as deep as he could and spewed his cum down the teacher’s throat.

Peter continued to fuck his teacher. But, his cock was just there, not moving. It was his hand that moved, caressing the woman’s most private parts and bringing her closer to what she had been missing for 29 years. Mike watched with fascination as his son played the woman like a guitar. Soon she was moaning loudly, showing signs of an approaching orgasm. “Ooooo,” she said.

“Yes,” asked Peter. “What did you say?”

She just sighed. Then, again, “Oooooo.”

“What do you want?” he asked.

“That,” she replied. “That. What you’re doing. I want that.” Her hips moved in time to his fingers.

He rubbed faster, harder. “How is that, fucking bitch?”

“Please, yes,” she moaned. “That.” Her breathing became deep and fast. “Ooooo,” she said again.

Peter watched her carefully. She took in quick breath and tensed. He took his hand away. “What?” she said, her voice desperate. “Back. That.”

“What?” asked Peter.

“Nothing,” she said, dejected, not quite knowing what had been about to happen or what to ask for.

“That’s right,” said Peter. “You don’t deserve nothing.”

The two left her lying on her back, gagged again for the night. It had been a long drive. They had both cum twice and were both tired. The cabin had one double bed and the two males curled up naked together, Mike with his strong arms around his son and his hard cock pressing against the little boy’s tight ass. But, he’d save that hard cock for the morning.

Miss Whelan spent a fitful, fearful night on the floor. She slept in her painful cramped position only occasionally and when she did she’d wake up expected to feel hands on her body again. Her newly expanded ass hurt and her pussy hurt, too. As she lay thinking about what was happening, the frigid bitch realized she had nearly had her first orgasm, but that had been denied her. It had been a tantalizing feeling, but now felt depraved and disgusting, especially knowing she was at the mercy of her unknown attackers. Too afraid to make a sound, the bound woman emptied her bladder several times during the night, feeling the warm fluid run over her thighs and pool on the floor under her.

The next morning, Saturday, Mike and Peter awoke refreshed and had their breakfast. They made their captive beg for scraps of food and made her offer all manner of sexual favors in return for a meager meal that was eaten off the dirty cabin floor. Still blindfolded, she had to root around on the pee stained floor looking for the scraps, all the while being prodded and fondled by her captors.

Unable to stand the nude teacher’s debasing behavior any longer, Peter grabbed her hair and pulled her to a kneeling position. When she felt his cock rub against her lips, the helpless teacher opened her mouth and licked at the pre-cum on the boy’s cock. Another dream came true as Peter pushed forward and she sucked his cock into her mouth. The student watched in wonder as his teacher gave him a blow job. Her cheeks puffed in and out as he fucked her face. From his vantage point, he could watch her big tits sway as she rocked back and forth. When he felt himself about ready to cum, Peter said, “Suck my cock, you naked whore. Naked and tied, just use your fucking mouth to make me cum. That’s what your mouth is good for, bitch, just pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. Show off your big tits and suck my cock.” He erupted in her mouth and kept stroking, making her suck until she’d swallowed all his cum.

Horny after watching his son, Mike put his larger cock to her face and said, “Now suck my cock, bitch. Show us what a good cocksucker you are again.” Without argument, the tied woman opened her mouth and tasted her second cock of the morning. She was getting better at cocksucking as she got more practice. She still detested the feeling of a hard cock shoved down her throat, but she had no choice.

Peter knelt behind his teacher and reached around her to fondle her big tits. He pinched her small nipples, making them stand up hard and making her moan. His soft cock was pressed into her warm ass and hardened as he watched her head bob up and down on his daddy’s cock. It wasn’t long before she earned a mouthful of warm and sticky cum.

When his dad was done, Peter said to him, “This is fun, Bud, but what I’d really like to do now is make her scream some more.”

Those words sent a chill down the helpless woman’s spine. “Please,” she begged. “Please, let me suck more cocks. Fuck me, please. I’ve been good. I’ll do anything you want. Please, don’t hurt me.”

Her two tormentors tied a rope to her wrists, still bound behind her back and laid her face first on the floor. By hauling the rope through a hook in the ceiling, they could lift her into an arm wrenching position. She felt the rope tighten and pull her arms up from her back. At first it was simply another position, but as her arms got higher, she was being raised up off the floor, straining her shoulders and nearly dislocating them. “Please,” she moaned. “Oh, god, it hurts my arms. Please, let me down. I’ll suck your cocks again. Tell me what you want?”

“I want you to scream, naked bitch,” said Peter. He hauled viciously on the rope, raising her upper body off the floor.

“Eeeeeeeeeee, aaaaaaaaaaaa,” screamed the teacher as she hung suspended by her arms, only her knees touching the floor. Her tits swung just inches above the floor, bouncing as she writhed in pain.

She hung there for several minutes in incredible, screaming agony while her captors set up their next form of punishment. When they were ready for her, Peter let the rope down and she collapsed, sobbing on the floor. She felt her hands being uncuffed, but she was too weak to take advantage of her brief freedom. Quickly she was flipped on her back and her hands cuffed again in front of her. The rope was tied around her wrists again and she was hoisted into the air with her arms over her head until her feet no longer touched the ground.

Peter slid a metal grate under the suspended woman and she was lowered until her feet were firmly planted on the grate. He then hooked one electric clip to her pussy lips and the other to the metal grate and flipped the switch, locking it in the on position. “Eeeeeeeee,” she screamed, lifting her feet up off the grate, using the rope around her wrists to pull herself up. She hung there panting, having defeated the pain for now. Her flexed arms kept her inches above the grate, but in seconds she knew the devilish nature of her captors’ plan. Her arms immediately started to tire and hurt as they suspended her small frame. It was only a matter of time before her arms gave out and her feet touched the grate again.

The tortured bitch made tiny moaning noises in her throat as her arms gradually tired. She knew what was in store for her and could only anticipate her eventual pain. “You bastards,” she said, mustering some courage. “Let me go now. You cowardly bastards. Getting your kicks off somebody else’s pain. You’ve raped me, fucked my mouth, and fucked my ass. Now you just want me to scream? You bastards.”

Though he was planning on watching in silence, Mike taunted her now, “Come on, honey, just let yourself down. We want to watch you dance. Only a matter of time before you do the electric dance. How long can you hang on before your feet get toasty?” He reached out and slapped her bare ass with his hand. The impact made her sway, but she held herself high.

Peter joined in. “What a show you put on, bitch. Letting us watch you hang there nude. God damn pretty big tits you have. Nice of you to show them off for us. Soon we’ll get hard and horny watching you scream again. What then? Should we fuck you again or have you suck cock again? Nothing you can do, bitch, but scream and make us hard. Might go easier on you if you asked for a good ass fucking.”

“Look,” said Mike. “I think she’s slipping. That’s it, honey, just a couple more inches and we’ll have what we want. Nothing you can do about it. Touch down a foot and we’ll get hard watching you scream. Once we get hard, it’s only a matter of time before we fuck you again.”

She was indeed slipping and suddenly her foot touched the metal grate, “Eeeeeeeee,” she screamed, the pain reinforcing her will to hang on. She pulled herself up again and held on. “Please,” she moaned, “I’ll suck all your cocks. Let me be your good cocksucker. I don’t want to hurt anymore.” But, her strength was waning quickly. Again she slipped, touching her right foot, then her left. “Eeeeeeee, aaaaaaaa,” she screamed again. She tried to pull herself up, but failed. She started a dance, what Mike had called the electric dance as first one foot, then the other came down and was jerked up. Her big tits were bouncing crazily as she jerked up and down, electric sparks flying with each new step. “Eeeeee, aaaaaaa, eeeeeeeee, oooooo, aaaaaaaaa,” she screamed, angered by her helplessness and knowing that her pain was exciting her tormentors. She could hear them laughing at her and imagined their huge cocks pounding at the erotic sight of her writhing and twisting in pain. It made her angry to hear them laughing at her, but all she could do was helplessly put on the show they wanted to see.

“Dance, honey, dance!” yelled Mike. “Hoooeeeeee, can that fucking bitch dance.”

“Look at her tits, Bud,” said Peter. “God, I never thought a naked, screaming bitch could be this much fun.” His hand started to stroke his throbbing cock. He wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted her to be part of every orgasm. “Get her down and let me fuck her again,” he yelled. He released the switch and cut the current.

Miss Whelan immediately began begging, “Let me suck your cocks. Please, anything but the pain. You can do anything to me. I’ll do whatever you want.” She stood with her breasts heaving from the exertion of the electric dance, ashamed to be totally nude for these sick men and wondering how much longer her torment would last. For that matter, she wondered if she would get out alive. She knew she had to keep them happy or else, “Please, I’ll suck your cocks good. Or, fuck me in my beautiful ass.”

Meanwhile, Saturday morning at the apartment of Mike’s secretary was a different scene. Katie had a playmate over for the day and Billy was about to get a big surprise. The two were putting together a puzzle on the floor and Katie remembered what Uncle Mike had asked her to do. She took off her shoes and socks, then without a word, pulled her top off.

Billy looked at the girl and asked, “What are you doing, Katie?” His young mind couldn’t imagine her purpose.

She tweaked her nipples. It felt good when somebody did that to her, so she did it to herself. “Take off your shirt, Billy,” she said. “Let’s compare our nipples.”

Billy just stared at her, “Why?” He put another piece in the puzzle.

Katie pulled down her shorts, leaving herself wearing just her panties. Billy’s eyes got big when he saw this turn of events. He wondered what was inside those panties and she had his interest now. “Take off your shirt, Billy,” she said again.

Billy skinned off his shirt quickly and shed his shoes and socks. He didn’t know what brought this on, but he wanted to play this new game. He stood watching her expectantly, waiting for her to make the next move.

“And your shorts,” said Katie. She was willing to go first, but she wanted him naked, too.

Billy hesitated, then pulled his shorts down, too. He watched intently as Katie slid her panties off, revealing a sight he’d never even dreamed off. Then, he stood still while Katie pulled his underwear off. The two 6-year-olds played a short game of mutual exploration. The much more worldly Katie mostly let Billy have his way with her. He ran his finger up her moist slit and caressed her soft skin. He wanted to see her bare ass and caress that, too.

Then, the brazen girl took her playmate by the hand and led him to her bed. The two of them crawled under the covers, “Just like a mommy and daddy,” said Katie. Then, just like a mommy she kissed the pretend daddy, running her tongue in the astonished lad’s mouth. He hardly knew how to respond at first, but was a quick learner. He felt her hand on his hard little cock and watched her disappear under the covers. He lifted them up just in time to see the nude little girl’s mouth plunge onto his cock. But, it was to no avail. Billy was amazed, but could not respond sexually.

Linda stuck her head in the room to check on the kids, and was shocked at what she saw. What she did see was Billy, naked from the waist up and covered by a sheet below that and Katie’s bare ass sticking up in the air, with her head under the covers. Katie’s bobbing head left little doubt as to what the little girl was doing to Billy. When he heard the gasp, Billy looked at Katie’s mom and his cock shriveled even smaller than it had started.

“What is going on here?” demanded Linda. “Get out of there, Katie.”

Billy’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. Katie, on the other hand, came out from under the covers totally cool. “Hi, Mom,” she said. “I’m just doing what Uncle Mike asked me to do.”

“What?” asked Linda. “What did he ask you to do?’

“To get naked with Billy,” said the little girl in all her innocence.

“He asked you to do that?” asked Linda, amazed at what her boss had stooped to.

Katie perceived that perhaps her mother was a little upset and searched for a way to control the situation. She noticed that her mother hadn’t heard the request from Uncle Mike and perhaps she could bluff her way out of this. “Yes,” she nodded. “He wanted me to get naked with Billy.” Then she fabricated another Uncle Mike request, “And… he said if you caught us, you were supposed to do the same.”

“No,” said the 25-year-old woman. “No, he couldn’t have said that. He wouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, yes, he did,” insisted Katie. “And if you don’t, I’ll tell him next weekend when we go see him.”

Linda looked at the two naked 6-year-olds. Billy was being quiet, listening to the negotiations between mother and daughter. His hand covered his small cock, but he was making no move to get dressed. He knew what Katie was telling her mother to do and he looked anxiously at the tits under the tight T-shirt. Katie was looking at her with an earnest, innocent look that radiated honesty. Though Linda tried to deny it, she knew that her boss was capable of such a request and probably had made it to Katie. She thought about what her punishment might be next weekend if she didn’t comply with her boss’s direction.

“Strip, mommy,” said Katie. She and Billy watched as the gullible mother pulled off her own T-shirt and slid her pants off. Billy was still silent, his eyes saying all that he needed to say. She reached behind her back and undid the bra catch, then let her full tits swing free.

Finally, she stripped off her panties and whispered, “What now, Katie?”

“Get in bed with me and Billy,” instructed Katie. When the nude woman was between the two children, Katie said, “Go ahead, Billy, touch her wherever you want. She has to let you.”

After several minutes of being violated in a way she had never thought possible, Linda heard her innocent little girl say, “Then you’re supposed to lick my cunt and then you can go.” So, in front of her little girl’s 6-year-old playmate, the slut secretary licked her baby to an orgasm.

When they got Miss Whelan down from her hanging position, Bobby took advantage of his teacher’s offer and rolled her onto her stomach. He poised his cock at her asshole and said, “What do you want?”

“Stick your cock in my ass,” she begged. “Put it all the way in and fuck my ass.” She felt her asshole expand as the small cock slid up the tight passage.

“God, she’s tight, dad,” said Peter, in his lust forgetting to say Bud.

She lay still while the boy violated her again, grunting from the full feeling she was experiencing and feeling a heat in her loins. The stimulation and the relatively gentle treatment she was getting was making her hot, but she didn’t really know what was happening. The heat spread, giving her a tingly feeling all over. It was all wrong, she knew, for her to feel good about having a cock in her ass, but to her disgust and surprise, she was feeling good. A moan escaped her lips, “Ooooh,” as the pleasure overcame her resistance. Bobby kept pumping, believing he’d heard a moan of pain. Then, again she moaned, “Oooo, yes,” and tried to stifle her sounds. But her hips had started to move in rhythm with her rapist and the moans came more often. By the time Bobby realized what was happening, his teacher was in the midst of an orgasm. She squeezed his cock hard as she came and he shot his load up her ass. “Oooooo, eeeeeee,” she squealed from the pleasure of her first orgasm. She’d known it was supposed to feel good, but somehow had always doubted that.

“Jeez, Dad,” said Peter. “She came from me fucking her ass. You do her now and see if she cums again.” Mike took Peter’s position behind the bound woman and stuck his big cock up her tight ass. When he started pumping, she started moving her hips and moaning again. This time Peter reached between her legs and started caressing her clit. “Oh my, oh my, oh my,” yelled the aroused woman. “Oooooo, yes, fuck my ass, touch me, yes, touch my pussy. Holy shit, I’m going to have another orgasm. I’m …ooooo... I’m ...oh my, yes…I’m cumming now. I’m cumming with a cock in my ass. Eeeeeeeeee, yes!” she screamed.

Mike kept thrusting. He wasn’t ready to cum yet, so the tightness of her ass as she came only made him hotter. He pumped long and deep thrusts up the horny woman’s ass and she launched into a series of multiple orgasms spurred on by the ass reaming and Peter’s talented fingers on her clit. On her third or fourth orgasm, Mike finally unloaded a wad of cum up her ass and pulled out. Mike and Miss Whelan both lay on the floor panting from the exertion.

Peter washed off his cock and fed it to the helpless woman. Without hesitation this time, she sucked down the cock. The boy watched the transformation of his teacher into a submissive, but horny woman as she moaned from the pleasure of her recent orgasm and the pleasure of pleasuring a man. He fondled the big tits of his teacher and she responded by sucking his cock even harder. When he came, she seemed reluctant to let his limp cock go.

In the short lull that followed, Miss Whelan said, “I want to cum again. Please. I want to feel that again. If you let me cum again, I’ll do what you want.”

“You’re already doing what we want,” said Mike.

“I’ll do more than what you’ve asked,” she said. She paused, trying to think what might please her captors enough to let her cum. “I’ll tell you a secret, a dirty secret.”

Mike noticed his 11-year-old son’s cock twitch at the thought of his math teacher telling a dirty secret. “OK,” he said. “You get started and we’ll let you know if it’s good enough.”

She took a deep breath. “The reason I was a virgin is that, well, when I was young I had a boyfriend. He was 13-years-old and I was 12. We didn’t really date, but we met in secret places. I just knew he was the one for me and that we were going to, you know, go all the way someday.” She paused, about to reveal a painful memory that she’d never told anyone. “He was killed in a car accident. I thought I’d never get over it. In a way, I guess I didn’t. I could never love another man after that. I just kept pushing them away.”

“Too bad,” said Mike, “but not good enough for an orgasm.”

“There’s more,” said the shapely woman, rolling to face her captor and giving Mike the eerie feeling that she could see him. “I don’t get along well with men, like I said.”

“Jeez,” said Peter, “she’s a lesbian.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t like women either. I like little boys. It’s like I’m stuck in my teens, wishing I still had Charlie. I ease my pain by teaching young boys, but I know I can never touch them.”

“Nice story,” said Mike. He noticed that Peter was rock hard again. Knowing his teacher liked little boys had really charged his son. “It’s a secret, but hardly a dirty secret. Not good enough for another orgasm.”

“Please,” she pleaded. “There’s a little more to it. I do sit and stare at the boys in my class, thinking about Charlie. I think about undressing the boys and letting them undress me. I’d never do it, but I still think about the 11 and 12-year-old boys, wanting to touch them. Wanting to let them touch me. Every once in a while a boy will touch my arm or lean against me. I don’t shrink away. It feels so wonderful. Years ago I had a boy start stroking my arm. He’d noticed that I liked his touch, so he got bold. He almost touched my breast on day, but I stopped him. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t.” She paused. Then she rolled to face where Peter was sitting, “You called the other guy dad. I thought maybe a small man was raping me. But, I realized I’m being fucked by a boy. A father and son. Holy shit, I got so hot I couldn’t believe it. It’s like my fantasy come true.”

Mike realized he was stroking his hard cock. That must have been good enough. “Fuck her, son,” he said to Peter. “Fuck your teacher the way she wants to be fucked.”

With a sigh, Miss Whelan laid back and spread her legs, “Fuck me, Charlie, fuck me like I’ve always wanted you to.”

Peter climbed on the willing woman and shoved his cock into her moist pussy in one stroke. “Mmmm,” she said in return. It was a totally different world now. She felt his small hands on her tits and knew it was a boy’s cock in her pussy. Her hips immediately started to move in time to his thrusts. The warmth and tingling spread through her body quickly as she was raped by the boy. “Oh, yes, take me, Charlie,” she moaned.

She lost touch with reality when Peter said, “Yes, Kathy, let me fuck you, honey.” The young voice sounded like Charlie and she knew he was back, fulfilling her dream. Her body spasmed with the pleasure of an orgasm as the small cock slid in and out of her tight pussy, caressing her clit. It wasn’t long before Peter joined her in an orgasm, pumping his seed into the older woman’s womb.

As Peter finished, Miss Whelan came back to reality. “Now, dad,” she said. “Let me thank you for bringing me here and letting your son fuck me.” She spread her legs and opened her mouth, an invitation to use whichever he desired. Mike pulled her to her knees and presented his 8 inches of cock to her. She licked at it, then took it into her mouth and sucked on it.

“You’re becoming a good cocksucker,” said Mike. “You could probably suck any of the boys’ cocks in your class. They would never tell on you. Not like a male teacher taking advantage of his girls. You could get away with it forever.” He took her head in his hands and pumped her up and down on his cock. “Imagine asking a boy to stay after class for some extra instruction. Imagine the look on his face when his math teacher shows him her tits and pulls out his cock for inspection.” The image was enticing to him and he picked up the pace, stroking his cock in and out, and banging his balls on her chin. “All your young boys are probably attracted to you like you are to them. You have a great body. You could let them fuck you, feel their cocks in your pussy, their hands on your tits, their breath on your throat.”

“Mmmphf,” she replied. She strained against the firm hold he had on her head, attempting to pick up the pace even more. He let her suck him deep, hard, and fast. She was on fire and he wondered if she would have an orgasm from a cock in her throat. He felt the approaching orgasm and tightened the grip on her head, literally pounding her face into his crotch. “Eat my fucking cum, you nasty bitch,” he yelled as he came.

The two rapists had planned to make an entire weekend of it. By now it was Saturday afternoon and everyone’s fantasy had been fulfilled. Mike and Peter agreed between themselves that it was time to call it off and go home. When they were ready to go, Mike prepared a rag of chloroform to knock out the teacher. He planned to drop her off close to home and let her find her way home.

“No, wait,” said Miss Whelan, desperately. “Will you come get me again? Or is my only release to be with seducing the boys in my class?”

“You want us bring you here again and fuck you?” asked Mike.

“Yes,” she said, “I mean, no. I want to know who’s fucking me. I want to fuck you more, but without the blindfold.”

“We’ll have to think about that. And you ought to think about that,” said Mike. She could be tricking us, he thought. Just trying to find out who they were so she could turn them in for rape. “I’ll tell you what. If you really want to meet us, then we’ll give you a code phrase you can say in your math class. Then, if you say it, he might stay after class and invite you home.”

“He really is in one of my math classes?” asked the teacher. That made it so much better. She’d been fucked by one of the boys she’d stared at all year.

“Yes, he is,” said Mike. “And you can say this phrase in every class, he’ll hear it. Say ‘I might just move to New York’. Got it?”

“I just might move to New York,” repeated Miss Whelan. “I got it.” She felt the rag over her face and she inhaled deeply. A couple of hours later, the recent rape victim awoke in a stand of trees. Hearing cars, she walked toward the sound and found herself within a mile of her apartment. She wondered if it had been a dream, but the ache in her ass and pussy told her otherwise.