OBJECT OF AFFECTION part 7 of 8

{ASS} Object of Affection 7 {Belany} (blackmail humil n/c MMMmmmfF tort oral)

By Belany


CHAPTER 19


"Please, Albert."

She looked imploringly at him as she turned into her driveway. "Oh please," she begged again as she activated her garage door. "Please don't make me go back to that... that dreadful place tonight. For God's sake, Albert - please!"

"Quit whining, Mrs Jones." It was Joey's voice, from the back seat. "Quit whining and take us inside. I want Albie to see what a fancy place you've got here. Before we take you back to Uncle Jake's store."

She switched off the engine and sat there with her eyes closed and trembling as the garage door closed behind them. "Oh God... Oh God..."

Then she jumped as Albie started groping her loose breasts through her blouse. "Yeah, Mrs Jones," he said, "take us inside. But get naked first. You don't have to feel shy - the garage door's shut. Get naked and then give us a tour of your fancy house." He smiled as he went on groping her. "But leave your high heels on."

She reached up slowly and unwillingly for the buttons on her blouse. "Oh please," she wept as she undressed in front of them. "Please don't make me go back there. Please!"

"You gonna give us a good time this evening?" Albie sat fondling her bare breasts as she wept. "Give us lots of good fucks and cook us a real nice supper?"

She looked at him as she slid her skirt down her legs, trying to stop the irrational hope from rising up inside her. "Y...yes, Albert. I promise I'll give you both such good f...fucks. As many as you want. And I'll cook you both a really, really, really nice supper. Oh PLEASE don't make me..."

"We'll see." He gave her breasts one last squeeze and got out of the car. "Now get on with it. Give us the naked tour and do all that other stuff as well. And then we'll see." He gestured impatiently towards the house. "C'mon."

She scrambled hastily out of the car and ran across the garage. As she stood at the door naked and fumbling for her keys, Albie walked up to her and ran one hand up under her buttocks, groping for her vagina from behind. "It sure is obliging of you to make your cunt so available all the time, Mrs Jones." He pushed a finger roughly up inside her, making her gasp. "Real obliging." He stood there probing her for a few moments and then took his hand away. "C'mon - hurry it up. Get us inside and do all that stuff you promised." And he gave her a sudden hard slap on one bare buttock.

"Owww!" she yelped, jerking away from him as she struggled with her keys. "Y...yes, Albert!"

Joey pushed past her as she finally swung the door open. "She's got a real nice place here, buddy. Full of all kinds of expensive shit. Wait till you see it."

As she followed them towards the living room she was aghast to see that she had left the drapes partly open on one of the large picture windows. She cowered back, unable to go in. Oh God, she thought fearfully, what if the neighbors see me naked like this? With two young boys, for God's sake!

Albie turned and looked at her, hanging back in the doorway. "What's the matter, Mrs Jones?"

She stared at him, trembling. "The... the drapes, Albert. They're not closed."

He shrugged. "Then close them. If it bothers you."

"But the neighbors - if... if I do that they'll see me naked." She cowered back even further. "Oh, please..."

A look of impatience crossed his face. "Then leave the fucking drapes open, Mrs Jones. I don't give a fuck either way." He started to frown. "But if you don't get your bare ass in here right now, Joey and me'll move it for you. The hard way."

"Oh God." She peered fearfully over towards the window, straining to see if any of the neighbors were visible. Then she ran over and hid herself behind the half-open drape as she struggled to pull it shut. But it wouldn't move. She looked up. Damn, she thought hopelessly - the track's jammed again!

"C'mon, Mrs Jones." Albie's impatience was growing. "We're waiting for this naked tour. And a whole lot of other stuff as well. So get on with it."

She looked around in despair, then ran and picked up a dining chair and carried it quickly back to the window, still trying to keep herself out of sight. As she climbed up and reached towards the jammed track, Joey came over to her. "Lemme give you a hand, Mrs Jones," he said solicitously. "Or at least a finger anyway." And he slid his hand up between her thighs and rammed a finger into her vagina.

"Ahhh!" She teetered precariously on the chair. "Oh p...please, Joey!"

But his finger had found her clitoris. And whether she wanted it or not the slow and insidious arousal was starting inside her again. She clung hopelessly to the drape, trying in the midst of her trembling to stay out of sight. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as her legs started to weaken. "Ahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

Suddenly Joey jerked at the drape with his free hand, and it moved at last. But instead of closing it he had opened it, leaving her naked and shaking in full view from outside. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said softly, with his finger still moving inside her, "you're staying right there till you come. Got it?"

"Oh GOD!" Her arousal vanished and terror took its place. "The NEIGHBORS!" She tried frantically to climb down off the chair and huddle behind the drape. "Joey - PLEASE!"

But Joey had clamped one arm around her waist, holding her in place. "Nuh, uh, Mrs Jones. You stay right there." His finger was moving inside her again. "You just earned yourself one demerit. And it'll be another one if you try and get down again."

"Oh GOD!" She clutched despairingly at the drape as he kept fondling her. "They'll see me!... Oh please!..."

"Hey, it's OK." He was sliding his finger in and out of her now. "You don't have to beg and plead like that. I'm happy to do this, just to help you out." He started gently stroking her clitoris again. "Anything to oblige."

"Joey - PLEASE..." Her mouth gaped open in fright as she stared desperately out the window. "They'll see me, they'll see me, they'll SEE me!... Oh God - PLEASE!"

"Don't go getting behind the drape, Mrs Jones. You just stay standing up right there, in front of the window. Until you come." And he slapped her hard on the leg.

"Owww!" she wailed. Then: "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as he slid his finger back inside her. "Ohhhhhh!... They'll see me... Ahhhhhh!... Oh God... Ohhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Oh please, Joey - th...they'll see me... Ahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!..."

But his finger kept moving, and her arousal grew again whether she wanted it or not. Then finally her orgasm mounted and her legs began to buckle. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... They'll s...s...s...SEE me!" She slumped down hopelessly against Joey as the unwanted climax engulfed her. "Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Oh GODDDDDD!..."

Joey let her slide slowly down through his arms and onto the floor. "Yeah," he said happily, "you'll come anywhere now, won't you, Mrs Jones? Even in front of an open window." He lowered her shaking shoulders back onto the carpet and then wrenched her legs apart. "So why not give them a good look? Let 'em look right up your old bitch cunt while you finish coming."

"Ohhhhhh..." She struggled to get her breathing under control as she lay on the floor with her legs wide open. But she didn't dare try to close them. Look at me, she thought exhaustedly - look at me. On full display in my own living room, right beside my open window! Oh my God...

"Nah," said Albie abruptly as he looked out the window. "No one saw her, buddy." He stepped over her and impatiently jerked the drapes closed. "So why don'tcha stop fucking around and let her give us the naked tour?"

Oh thank you, Albert, she thought gratefully. Then she caught the quick flash of resentment on Joey's face and her heart sank. Oh God - now he's made you angry again. And you'll take it out on me!

"OK," said Joey, his resentment under careful control, "I'll stop fucking around. But she sure as hell better not. I want plenty of fucking before we leave here tonight." He looked down at her, his face hard. "You got that, Mrs Jones?"

"Y...yes, Joey." She struggled shakily up off the floor, clinging to the chair to stay on her feet. Then suddenly [SLAPP!] on her bare buttock, making her jerk upright. "Owwwwww!" she yelped.

"Get on with it, Mrs Jones!" Albie's face was angry. He raised his hand again. "I'm getting real tired of waiting."

"Y...yes, Albert!" She forced her trembling legs into a wobbly half-run, hurrying naked ahead of them down the hallway. Then she stopped at an open doorway. "Uh, this is the master bedr..." [WHUPP!] "Owwwwww!"

Joey stood there sneering, his belt in his hand, while she clutched at the fresh welt on her bottom. "Talk faster. You're taking too long." He looked challengingly at Albie. "Right, buddy?"

Albie just grunted, the irritated look still on his face. Encouraged, Joey raised the belt again as he pointed with his other hand. "Go bend over the back of that chair, Mrs Jones. And you better keep talking real fast if you don't want a good hard licking."

I knew it, she thought hopelessly - I just knew it! Albie's made you angry and now I'm the one who'll suffer. She bent naked and hastily over the chairback. "...The master bedroom," she went on hurriedly, "with a m...matching suite in polished walnut and a gold brocade bedspread and..." [WHUPP!] "Owwwwww!"

"You stay in place over that chairback." Joey raised the belt once more. "Or I'll give you a double licking!" [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

"Owwwwww! Yowwwwww!... Oh God..."

"Yeah!" Albie still sounded annoyed. "You deserved that, Mrs Jones, for pissing me off." His hand was at his crotch, kneading his growing erection through his jeans. Then as Joey swung the belt a few more times [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] lust slowly started to replace the anger on Albie's face. "Hey, kid," he said huskily, "I like the way she kicks her legs out when you hit her. And her tits wobble real good too!" He started smiling, and squeezed his crotch even harder. "Keep doing it, buddy. But stand round the other side of her so I can see it all."

Joey snickered. "No problem, pal," he said happily. "And don't forget she's got that demerit to work off too. I'm gonna enjoy this!" He moved quickly into position, flailing at her bare red buttocks as he went. [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "What happened to all the great commentary, Mrs Jones?" [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "Why did you stop?" [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! The... the drapes!" she howled, clutching at the chair in despair. "Owwwwww!... Oh God!... They're matching brocade with the BEDSPREAD!..." Her legs kicked even harder as the beating continued. [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "...Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... And... and the CARPET!..." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "... Owwwwww!... Owwwwww!... OWWWWWW!"

Then Joey stopped to catch his breath and she desperately grabbed her chance. "J...Joey, please," she gasped hastily. "This house isn't soundproofed. Not like Albert's apartment. The neighbors - they might hear the noise! Oh God, please stop it. PLEASE!..."

Joey looked at Albie, his chest still rising and falling. "Hey, buddy," he said, "can you think of something to shove in her mouth? To shut her up?"

Albie's smile got wider. "You bet I can, kid." He unzipped his jeans and moved forward. "Suck on this, Mrs Jones. And if you bite it while Joey's whupping you, I'll make you scream so loud the neighbors in the next county'll hear you!"

"Yeb, Abbert..." [WHUPP!] "Ummmowww!"

"Oh yeah," Albie moaned, pulling her head against his crotch. "Oh yeah..." Suddenly he pulled away, wrenched his jeans down his legs and whipped off his T-shirt. "Yeah," he sighed again as he pressed against her face, naked now, and slid his erection back into her mouth.

"Way to go, buddy," said Joey admiringly. He swung the belt a few more times, making her howl and wail again into the older boy's penis, and then quickly got undressed himself. "I'll fuck this end while you fuck her face."

Albie stared at Joey's erection in surprise. "You can still get it up, kid?... Oh God - keep sucking, Mrs Jones!... After fucking Donna non-stop for the rest of last night?"

Joey grinned. "Nah," he panted as he thrust roughly into her from behind. "Donna's stepmom was still awake when we got home... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Drunk but still awake... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... They started yelling and fighting, so I had to leave." He swung the belt hard against the sides of her hips. [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "I still got plenty left for this old bitch."

"Ummmowww!" she wailed around Albie's erection. "Plubease, Joey... Owwwummm!... Owwwwww!"

Albie grabbed her hair, grinding his crotch hard against her face. "Don't stop sucking, Mrs Jones... Ohhhhhh!... Just because you're getting a few licks... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Oh yeahhhhhh!..."

"Yeah, Mrs Jones." Joey swung the belt harder as he kept thrusting. [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "Don't stop sucking my buddy... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Or I might hafta really start hitting you." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

"Ummmowww!... Owwwummm!... OWWWWWW!..."

"God," panted Albie suddenly, "I really need to fuck this bitch! If you can finish off quick, buddy..."

"Hey," said Joey, stopping in mid thrust, "no problem, pal. Share and share alike." He quickly pulled out, his penis erect and throbbing. "She's your bitch, so shove her down on the bed and fuck away." He gave a quick grin. "As long as I get her mouth while you're doing it."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly as Joey moved away, you're just trying to keep Albie happy, aren't you? So he'll let you hurt me all the more! But then Albie started hustling her quickly towards the bed.

"Please, Albert," she begged as he pushed her down onto the bed. "Please let me take off the bedspread first. It's very expensive and..."

"Fuck the bedspread, Mrs Jones," said Albie roughly. "I need to start fucking you right now. Get down there and get your legs open!"

"Yeah, Mrs Jones, hurry it up!" Joey grabbed at her hair as Albie scrambled on top of her. "Turn your face this way and suck me while he fucks you."

"Oh yeah," panted Albie as he rammed himself into her. "Oh fuck, yeah!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"Owww!" she moaned as her sore buttocks were driven down against the bedspread. "Owww! Owww!..." Oh God, she thought in despair as she lay there, how can I ever make love to Rob in this room again? Every time we do it I'll remember this. Remember how you two little monsters raped me right here - in my own bedroom, on my own bed! She grunted and shuddered as Albie thrust savagely into her, feeling her tears start as Joey pulled her face against his groin. Oh you pair of filthy little bastards - God damn you to hell forever!

"Oh fuck," gasped Albie as his humping speeded up, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna come any minute!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..." He reached down and slid his hands under her bare bouncing buttocks. "What is it your old man says... Uhhhhhh!... when he's about ready... ready to squirt his jizz? 'I love you, I love you, I love you.' Isn't... isn't that right, Mrs Jones? Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," echoed Joey mockingly. "Well anyway," he panted, as he ground her face even harder against his crotch, "I love skullfucking you... Ohhhhhh!... And I'm gonna love... squirting all my cum... down your old bitch throat!... Ohhh yeahhhhhh - I love it, I love it, I love it!..."

"Oh fuck!" screamed Albie, tightening his grip under her sore buttocks and making her groan. "I'm coming - I'm fucking coming!... Oh fuck - I love fucking you, I love fucking you, I love fucking you!... Oh God - I love coming inside your fucking hole... Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!... Ohhhhhh fuck!..."

"Oh yeah..." Joey stopped moving, still grinding her face slowly against his groin. "Maybe I'll finish off in your cunt after all, Mrs Jones. Seeing my buddy's done with you." He looked down at Albie. "That OK, pal? Can I have her hole now?"

Albie lifted his head wearily and looked up at Joey. "Don't... don't rush me, kid..." He pawed feebly at the woman's breasts and then rolled slowly off her. "Ohhhhhh fuck..."

Joey went over to the dresser, his erection bobbing stiff in front of him. He jerked a lace cloth off the glass top, clattering expensive perfume and cosmetics bottles everywhere, and then came back to the bed. "I'm gonna show you something new again today, buddy," he said as he rammed the cloth into her vagina. "I'm gonna show you a double fuck."

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the material was forced up inside her. "Owww! P...please, Joey!"

"There," he said with satisfaction as he screwed the cloth around inside her. "That's soaked up most of my buddy's cum." He balled up the expensive piece of lace and threw it carelessly onto the floor. Then he climbed quickly onto the bed. "Here comes your next fuck, Mrs Jones!"

"Oh God!" She grabbed at the bedspread as the second young erection in two minutes rammed into her. "Ohhh!... Owww!..."

"Oh yeah!..." Joey's bare buttocks were already bobbing up and down at full speed. "Uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh!... Oh yeah!..." He grabbed at her breasts with both hands."Oh God... after all that fucking and sucking... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... I'm not gonna hold out for too long... Oh fuck - here it COMES... Oh God!... Oh fuck!... Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck!..."

Thank God, she thought gratefully as his semen flooded out inside her. Oh thank God! Please let that be the last of it for a while. You horrible little monsters...

"Oh yeah," sighed Joey, sagging down onto her, "that was nice... Sooo fucking nice..." He gave a few slow pumps as his breathing slowed, then looked over at Albie. "OK, buddy," he said. "Now here comes the secret of a double fuck - don't pull out." He gave a few more pumps, a little faster this time. "You just stay there right inside her cunt and start fucking again, before your dick gets too soft. Just like - THIS!..."

"Oh no!" she wailed as his pumping began to speed up again. "Oh not again - PLEASE!..."

But Joey was oblivious. "Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!" he gasped. "And... and like I told you before, buddy, with a nice warm wet cunt wrapped around your dick... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... you get rock hard again in no time. Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

She clutched in despair at the bedspread. He'll take all night to get there again, she thought hopelessly. And my vagina's already so sore!

"Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... And when you do it like this, buddy... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... you can last so fucking LONG on the second one. Maybe... maybe fifteen minutes - maybe even more... And it feels so fucking GOOD!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

Albie propped himself up on one elbow and watched as Joey humped and gasped endlessly on top of her. "Man," he said at last, "you sure are making it last. How's it feel, pal?"

"Fucking... fucking fantastic, buddy," Joey panted. "You can feel it kinda... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... kinda building up to a cum... and then it fades away again... And every time that happens... it feels almost as good as coming, I swear it... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

Albie reached out and stroked the side of her breast as it bounced and bulged out under Joey's body. "How about you, Mrs Jones? Feel good having such a nice long fuck?"

She closed her eyes as she jerked and groaned under him. "Ohhh!... Owww!... Owww!... Oh GOD!..."

Albie's lips twisted. "Or maybe not?"

Joey stopped suddenly. "What's the matter, Mrs Jones? You had enough of getting your cunt fucked? You want me to start fucking your asshole instead?" Then he smiled as she stayed silent and trembling under him. "Nah," he said, "I didn't think so!" And he started pumping again harder than ever.

Oh God, she thought, groaning as his penis kept pistoning endlessly in and out of her - my life is hell, I swear it! "Owww!" Just one... long... "Owww!" ...non-stop... "Owww!" ...raping... hell!

"Oh FUCK!" Joey's mouth gaped open and his eyes bulged. "I can feel it, buddy... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..." He started thrusting even faster. "It's getting so... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... so fucking CLOSE!" But then his humping gradually slowed down again. "Nah," he sighed, "it's going away..." He grabbed at her shoulders and settled back to a slow steady rhythm on top of her. "That means... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... we got at least another ten minutes to go, Mrs Jones. Isn't that great?"

* * * * *

"Twenty three minutes!"

Albie's voice was admiring. He looked at his watch again. "You fucked her non-stop for twenty three minutes the second time. Buddy, I'm impressed!"

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, shivering under Joey's body - I'm SO sore!

"Ohhhhhh..." Joey's eyes were closed, and his flushed face was resting down between her bare breasts. He opened one eye and looked wearily at Albie. "Yeah, but you... you fucked her about that long once before. When you... when you did it twice on your kitchen table. Don't you remember, pal?"

Oh God, she thought, I remember it!

"Aw." Albie tried to sound modest. "I woulda gone ten or fifteen minutes maybe. Not twenty three." He shook his head. "I remember it took me so fucking long to get hard again for the second one. And now I know why. I pulled out."

Joey gave a tired smile. His eyes were closed again. "Yeah, buddy," he mumbled, "don't pull out. Just keep on fucking."

Albie reached over and patted the younger boy's shoulder. "You're a genius, kid." Then he looked expectant. "You gonna go for three in a row? Like you did with that thirteen-year-old you told me about?"

Oh God - NO! She went rigid with horror. That'll KILL me!

"Nah." Joey still sounded exhausted. "I hadn't been... hadn't been fucking Donna for half the night before, had I?" He groped tiredly at one of her breasts. "I hadn't had sex... for more than a week when I did that. I was so fucking horny you wouldn't believe." Then he looked wearily at the other boy again. "But you can have another try if you want. How's your dick?"

She trembled with despair. Please no, please no, please NO!...

Albie looked down ruefully at his limp organ. "Uh, maybe later, pal." He sat up. "Why don't we have some more naked tour first?" Then he grinned at the younger boy. "That is, if you can still walk!"

"Oh fuck..." Joey rolled slowly off her and lay on the bed, staring wearily up at the ceiling. "I don't think I can, buddy. Why don'tcha... why don'tcha take the tour without me?"

"What?" Albie sounded unbelieving. "You don't wanna work off her demerit? You don't wanna whip her bare butt any more?"

"Well... when you put it like that..." Joey struggled slowly up onto his elbows and looked blearily around the room. "Where's my fucking belt anyway?"

"Here, pal." Albie held it out to him. Then he put an arm around the younger boy's shoulders and helped him to sit up. "C'mon, kid - you can do it."

Her abused vagina felt as if it was on fire. She lay there watching Albie help Joey stagger to his feet. Why couldn't you just let the little monster lie there, she thought hopelessly. At least he wasn't hurting me any more.

"You get up too, Mrs Jones." Albie looked over his shoulder as he led Joey to the door. "We want the rest of the naked tour."

You mean you want more excuses to punish me, she thought sullenly. Then as Albie started frowning she struggled hastily to her feet, wincing at the soreness in her groin.

Albie still had his arm around Joey's shoulders. "C'mon, buddy - let's see if we can find some cokes in the kitchen. Looks like you need one."

She hesitated in the doorway, looking back despairingly at the wet semen stains on the expensive bedspread. My God, she thought, now I'll have to get it dry cleaned. It'll cost a fortune. And what will I tell the cleaner when he wants to know what the stains are, for God's sake?

[WHUPP!] The sudden blow stung her buttock. "Yowwwwww!" she yelped, leaping upright and grabbing for her bottom. "Owwwwww!"

Joey's sneering face greeted her as she turned around. "Looks like I'm needed after all, Mrs Jones. For motivation." He raised the belt again, a little shakily. "C'mon, move it. Two cokes and two snacks - on the double!"

"Y... yes, Joey." She hurried to the kitchen, trying desperately to favor her sore groin, and quickly did what they wanted.

They were both sitting on the sofa, still naked, when she got back. "About time," said Joey, taking his coke and the plate of cookies. He looked across at Albie. "You think she took too long, buddy?"

Albie shrugged. "You're the one with the belt, kid." He took another bite of sandwich. "It's your call."

Joey smiled. "Yeah, Mrs Jones - you took too long. Get down on your hands and knees." He pointed to his crotch. "And suck this."

Oh God - not again! Why can't you just stay wiped out after all that sex, you little monster? She crawled reluctantly over to him and put her mouth over his flaccid organ. And then Joey swung again [WHUPP!] onto her tender buttocks. "Ummmowww!" she howled through a mouthful of penis.

"Yeah, Mrs Jones..." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "You took too fucking long." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] "And you still got that demerit to work off too." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

"Ummmowww! Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Owwwummm! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

"Gimme a few sucks too, Mrs Jones," said Albie. "Or I might paddle your ass myself."

"Y...yes, Albert." She moved hastily over to him and began sucking.

"Keep your ass pointed this way, Mrs Jones." Joey sounded irritated at having lost her. "So I can still get a good swing." [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

She clutched hopelessly at Albie's bare thighs, howling and yelling into his still-limp penis as the thrashing continued. Oh my God, she thought in despair, how much longer...?

"OK, kid." Albie's voice came from above her head. "That'll do for now. I wanna do some other stuff with her."

The beating stopped abruptly, and she collapsed down against Albie in sheer relief. Thank God!...

Albie gave her an impatient push. "Fuck, Mrs Jones, don't just lie there. Get up. And go over to the front door."

She caught a glimpse of Joey's face as she struggled to her feet. You're angry again, she thought, her heart sinking. Because Albie made you stop beating me.

"Now," Albie went on, "you got two husbands, see? And we just got home from work." He looked at Joey. "C'mon, kid. Stand here beside me, with your back against the door."

Joey still looked annoyed. Her heart sank even further.

"So..." Albie was still talking. "...give us the full treatment. Say hullo to us like you'd say it to your old man. And make it real hot and sexy."

"Y...yes, Albert." She moved unwillingly forward, and pressed her bare crotch up against his flaccid penis. "Hullo, darling," she whispered, and kissed him.

"C'mon," said Albie impatiently when they came up for air. "Rub your cunt up against my dick like you really mean it. I'm your old man, remember, and I just got home." And he grabbed her bare buttocks with both hands and pulled her hard in against him.

"Me too, Mrs Jones." Joey still sounded irritated. He started rubbing himself against her hip. "Hug both of us. And gimme some of that cunt too."

"Y...yes, Joey." She wrapped her arms around both boys, desperate to keep them happy, and alternated between kissing both of them and rubbing her crotch against each of their penises in turn. "H...hello, darlings," she kept saying. "I've missed you both so much."

"Oh yeah," said Joey, grinding his limp organ in against her shaved pubes, "this is more like it. Kiss me again. Mmmmmm... mmmmmm... mmmmmm..."

Oh God, she thought, as the two naked boys kissed her and mauled her and rubbed themselves up against her, are you both determined to spoil everything? First you rape me in my own bedroom. And now I won't even be able to greet Rob at the front door without remembering this!

"Take us to the sofa, Mrs Jones," said Albie huskily. "Grab us by our dicks and lead us over there. And keep kissing us all the way."

She obeyed him, with one hand wrapped around each boy's penis and letting them each slobber against her mouth as they walked. You pair of little bastards, she thought in despair, you're dirtying my whole life...

They sat her down between them on the sofa and went on groping and kissing her. "You're so nice to come home to, Mrs Jones," said Albie, running his hand down to her crotch and stroking her damp labia. "Specially bare ass naked, and with your cunt full of our cum."

Joey sneered happily as he mauled her bare breasts, making her grunt helplessly. "Yeah," he said, "I remember an old song my granddad used to sing. A piece of real old fashioned shit." He started crooning, softly and mockingly: "You'd be so nice to come home to. You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise, to come home to..." He paused, sneering. "...and FUCK!"

"Wish I could, kid," said Albie ruefully, looking down at his limp penis. "How 'bout you?"

"Hey, come on, buddy, I only just finished that double fuck. Waddaya think I am, for fuck's sake?" Joey pulled listlessly at his own lifeless organ, then looked around the room in frustration. "Fuck, Mrs Jones," he said at last, "you sure have got a lot of expensive shit here." He got up and went over to the mantlepiece and picked up a delicate little statue of a shepherdess. "What the fuck's this?"

Oh God, she thought in horror, that's the most valuable piece in the house! I hate to think how much it's worth. "It... it's a collector's item, Joey. It's very valuable. Please be careful with it."

Joey toyed carelessly with the delicate figurine. He turned it upside down and then pointed it towards her. "Look at that, Mrs Jones. It isn't even hollow up under the skirt. No legs, no pussy - nothing. What kind of a stupid statue is that?"

"Y...yes, Joey, it... it's stupid if you say so. Oh God, please be careful!"

Joey held it out over the tiled hearth. "Will it bounce, Mrs Jones?"

"NO! Oh please, Joey!..."

His smile was cruel. "You don't want me to drop it?"

She sank naked to her knees on the floor, desperately wringing her hands. "Please don't, Joey. Oh God - please, please, PLEASE!..."

"Beg me, Mrs Jones. Kiss my feet."

"Oh God!" She crawled hastily over to him and pressed her mouth against his bare feet. "Please don't drop it, Joey..." [kiss, kiss] "...Please, Joey..." [kiss, lick, lick, kiss] "...Oh God - please!..." [kiss, lick, slobber, kiss, kiss, kiss...]

"Suck my dick, Mrs Jones. Work it with your hand, and play with my balls while you're sucking it."

"Oh God - yes, yes!" She leapt up onto her knees and quickly did what she was told."Plubease, Joey... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Plubease... Plubease... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm..."

"Oh yeah... Suck faster, Mrs Jones. Jerk me off while you're sucking. Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... And keep playing with my balls."

"Ubbb-ummm-ummm... Ubbb-ummm-ummm-ummm-ummm-ummm..."

"God, look at her," said Albie. "Head bobbing like a woodpecker." He snickered. "You sure know how to motivate her, buddy. She getting you hard again?"

Joey looked down. "Nah," he said regretfully. "Still too soon after that double fuck." Finally he pushed her away. "Lay off, Mrs Jones, and stand up. Let's try something else."

"Y...yes, Joey." She scrambled hurriedly to her feet and stood trembling in front of him.

Joey moved suddenly. "Here - catch," he said, throwing the figurine at her.

"No!" She fumbled frantically to catch it before it fell to the floor. Please, she thought despairingly, stop playing games with it before it's broken. Please!...

"Shove it up your cunt, Mrs Jones. And fuck yourself with it. C'mon - let's see it pumping in and out of your cummy hole."

"Oh God." She looked imploringly at him as she slowly inserted it, feet first. She started slowly pumping it in and out. "P...please, Joey... "

"Pump it faster, Mrs Jones. Or I'll grab it back and throw it on those hearth tiles."

She pumped faster, wincing as the figurine moved in and out of her tender vagina. "Oh God!"

Joey looked at Albie and grinned. "Doesn't she look cute, buddy? Standing there bare ass naked and fucking her cummy cunt with that stupid statue."

"Yeah, kid." Albie was starting to sound impatient. "But I'm getting hungry. How about we stop fucking around and get her to cook that great supper she promised us."

She stopped pumping, looking uncertainly at Joey. Please, she thought hopelessly. - before it's broken...

Joey's mouth twisted. "OK," he said reluctantly at last, "give it a couple more pumps and pull it out. Then I guess you can make our supper."

Her hand trembled as she did as she was told and then replaced the figurine on the mantlepiece. The delicate little statue was wet and glistening from her vaginal juices and Joey's semen. Oh God, she thought, shuddering - dirtied and soiled! Just like every other part of my life.

[WHUPP!] The belt slashed across her bare buttocks again. "Owwwwww!" she howled, grabbing at herself.

"Don't just stand there looking at that stupid statue, Mrs Jones." Joey brandished the belt again. "Go make our fucking supper!"

"Y...yes, Joey!" She ran to the kitchen, still clutching her sore buttocks. She set the dining table with her best tablecloth and best silver, then worked feverishly to cook and serve them the best supper she possibly could. Joey slashed at her bare buttocks at least a dozen times before the meal was ready, telling her she was taking too long, but she just yelled and howled and grabbed at her abused bottom and gritted her teeth and kept on working.

Finally the food was ready. She stood at naked attention beside them as they ate, trembling with the overwhelming desire to satisfy them. Oh please, she kept thinking, fists clenched in desperation, please let them be happy and not take me back to that dreadful place tonight. Please...!

"Hey, Mrs Jones." Joey waved a chicken leg at her. "This is half cold. Warm it up again."

"Y...yes, Joey." She quickly took the chicken leg and ran to the microwave.

"Nah," said Joey from behind her, "not there. Bring it back here."

"W...what?" She stopped, looking at him uncertainly. "But if you want it heated..."

"Bring it back here, Mrs Jones! On the double, if you don't want another demerit."

"Y...yes, Joey!" She ran back to him, still holding the chicken leg. Oh God, she thought what the hell does he want now?

Joey ran his eyes slowly down her naked body. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed him, trembling more than ever.

"Now stick it up your cunt."

She did as she was told, gasping as the still-warm chicken leg slid up inside her. Oh you perverted little bastard!

"Now close your legs." Joey glanced slyly at Albie and snickered. "Let's see how it heats up in there."

She brought her legs together and then stood there in silence, face flaming.

Albie snorted. "A cunt oven! Good one, buddy." He looked across at Joey. "How the fuck do you think of this stuff?"

"Just natural genius, pal." Joey looked at the naked woman standing trembling in front of him. "Now pump it in and out of your pussy." He snickered again. "That should warm it up even more."

Oh God! She grasped the end of the drumstick and slowly moved it in and out.

"Faster, Mrs Jones! Warm up that old bitch cunt."

She pumped faster, her face hotter than ever. You little pervert!

"That'll do. Let's see how it's going. Take it out."

She pulled it out, shuddering as she felt the chicken grease inside her vagina.

"How warm is it now, Mrs Jones?" Joey looked at her. "Eat some of it and tell me."

"Oh God - NO!" The words were forced out of her. "Joey - please! I'll be sick. Please!..."

"You want another demerit, Mrs Jones?" Joey picked up his belt. "I said eat it!"

"Oh God!" She brought it slowly up to her lips, her stomach heaving, and forced herself to take a small bite. "Uggghhh!..."

"Chew it, Mrs Jones. Chew it and swallow it."

Somehow she made herself do it. Somehow she stopped herself from getting sick. Oh God, she thought desperately, please, no more...

But Joey wasn't satisfied. "Now shove it back in your cunt, Mrs Jones. Pump it in and out and twist it around. Get a good coating of cum and pussy juice on it. And then take another bite."

She trembled as she obeyed him, feeling the nausea rise higher in her throat as she slowly chewed and swallowed. I'm going to be sick, she thought hopelessly. Oh God, I'm going to be sick!

Joey's sneer hardened. He was tasting victory now. "OK, shove it back in your cunt again and..."

"Hey, kid," said Albie, "this is fun, but how about the rest of this great supper? You can play more games with her later. Mrs Jones, go fix the dessert."

Joey flushed, but kept his anger in check. Her heart sank as she turned away to prepare the dessert. He's angry again, she thought hopelessly. He'll find some way to get back at me, I just know it! He'll punish me - he'll hurt me. Oh God!...

"She taking too long, buddy?" Joey's voice came from behind her, his irritation barely concealed. "You want me to hurry her up for you?"

Oh God - I knew it!...

"Let's get the dessert first, pal. Then you can do more stuff to her if you want."

Oh thank you, Albert, she thought gratefully. She worked on the dessert, longing to drag it out as long as possible but not daring. "Th...there you are, boys," she said timidly as she served them. "Is... is that OK?"

"Mmmmmm!" Albie was already eating. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

She stood watching them both eat. Oh please, she thought, no more punishment. Please...

But Joey wasn't finished with her. "We both need to get it up again, buddy," he said as he ate his third helping of dessert. "And she still hasn't finished working off that demerit." His smile was hard. "So waddaya think?"

Albie was still eating. "Only one thing to do, kid. You know that." He looked at the her. "Go get TWO big plastic spatulas, Mrs Jones. We're both gonna paddle your ass. Until we get hard again."

"Oh please, Albert! Please don't hurt me any more tonight. Please!..."

"You got ten seconds, Mrs Jones." Joey bared his teeth. "To get those two spatulas and bend over this table. Or I'll give you another demerit, and paddle you all round the house to work it off."

"NO!" She rushed to the kitchen and fumbled frantically for the two spatulas, then ran back and flung herself across the table. "Oh please!..."

"...Nine... ten!" Joey was looking at his watch. "You only just made it." He glanced at Albie. "Did I say ten seconds, buddy? Or was it five?"

She clung to the table, trembling with despair. Oh please, she thought hopelessly - not another demerit. That little bastard'll kill me. Please, Albert - PLEASE!...

"Nah," said Albie. "She's gonna get paddled anyway. One demerit'll do." He moved his plate to the other side of the table, a few feet away from Joey, then looked at the woman stretched naked and trembling over the tabletop. "Get over here, Mrs Jones. Bend over the table between us. And give us those spatulas."

She caught a glimpse of Joey's hard face as she moved into position. Oh God!...

"OK, buddy." Albie's mouth was still full of dessert. "Let's take one ass cheek each. Ready?... Go!"

[SLAPP!] [SLAPP!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

[SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"Yayyy!" shouted Joey, sounding happier now. "Hit her harder - hit her harder!" [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!...]

She clung to the table in pain and despair, frantically kicking her legs as they hit her. "Oh GODDDDDD," she wailed, "please STOP IT! Owwwwww! Aaaggghhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"You getting hard again, kid?" Albie raised his voice over the sound of her howling. [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!]

"Aaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Aaaggghhh! Oh GODDDDDD!..."

"Not yet, buddy. Looks like we gotta do it even harder!" [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!]

"Aaaggghhh! Aiyeeeeee! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"Nah," said Albie, finally stopping to catch his breath, "I'm still only half hard. So let's try something else. Mrs Jones, get under the table and suck me for a while. Work my dick and balls with your hands like you did with Joey, and suck me real good." He looked across at the other boy. "I need a second fuck to catch up with you, kid."

Oh thank God, she thought gratefully as she scrambled under the table - at least they've stopped beating me!

Joey grinned. "Betcha I can still stay one fuck ahead of you, buddy. How much you wanna bet?"

"Ahhhhhh!" gasped Albie as her mouth closed over his penis. "Oh fuck!... N...no way, pal. I'm not betting against you... Ohhhhhh!... You... you got more fucks in you than I'll ever have... Ohhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

She worked desperately under the table, caressing his penis and testicles and sucking for all she was worth. You little monsters, she thought hopelessly, just go back to thinking about sex. No more beatings. Please!...

"Oh fuck!" Albie's hips were bucking up and down now. His hands came under the table and grabbed her hair. "Oh God... Suck me... Jerk me off... Suck me... Suck me... Suck me... Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh..."

"Ubbb... Ummm... Ubbb... Ubbb... Ummm... Ummm... Ummm..."

"Oh fuck... Oh yeah... I'm getting hard... Oh fuck... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Ohhhhhh fuck..."

Joey had moved back and was bent down watching the action. "Way to go, Mrs Jones," he said mockingly. "That's where you belong - on your knees, bare ass naked, with a dick in your mouth." He snickered. "You look real good like that."

Suddenly Albie pushed his chair back from the table. "Get out here, Mrs Jones. Stand up and kiss me. And tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"Y...yes, Albert." She crawled hastily out from under the table and stood up to embrace him, rubbing her bare crotch against his erection and pressing her mouth against his.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned, slobbering against her. "Mmmmmm... mmmmmm..." He tore his mouth away again. "C'mon, Mrs Jones, tell me what you want. I'm your old man, remember. Tell your old man how much you want to feel his big hard dick pumping in and out of your cunt."

I can't, she thought hopelessly. I can't talk about Rob and me like that! She felt her tears starting again. "I... I..."

Albie drew back and looked at her. "What's the matter, Mrs Jones? Cat got your tongue?"

She was crying now, crying in humiliation and despair. "Oh God, we don't do that, Albert. We...we just DON'T!"

Albie frowned. "Don't tell me don't, Mrs Jones." Then he stopped, and stared sharply at her. "And," he went on, his voice even harder, "waddaya mean 'do that?' " He lifted one hand and gave her a hard slap on one bare buttock. [SLAPP!] "Use the right words. Like I told you before. Use the right words and say it again."

"Owwwwww!" She clutched at her stinging buttock. "I...I'm sorry, Albert. Oh God, I... we... we don't f...fuck like that."

"Well you're gonna fuck like that from now on. You got it?" [SLAPP!]

"Owwwwww!"

"So now tell your old man how much you wanna get fucked, Mrs Jones. And make it real hot and dirty."

The tears poured down her face as she stood trembling in front of him. I just can't, she thought in despair. She hardly noticed as Joey got up and moved closer to them. "Oh please, Albert..."

[WHUPP!] Joey's belt suddenly cut across her buttocks. "Do what my buddy tells you, Mrs Jones," he said roughly. "Talk real dirty."

"Owwwwww!" She grabbed at her punished buttock. "Oh God! I... I..." Then she took a deep shaky breath and reached out, still crying, and unwillingly grasped Albie's penis. "Oh Rob darling," she sobbed hopelessly, "I want you to f...fuck me so much! Oh please take me to the bedroom and... and pump your big hard dick in and out of my... my hot wet cunt. P...please, darling!" Oh Rob, Rob, Rob, she thought in despair, look what they're making me do. And you're not here!

[WHUPP!] Joey's belt struck again. "More, Mrs Jones. Hotter and dirtier. And make it convincing, for fuck's sake. Give him some real hot kisses and rub your cunt on his dick and start panting. C'mon - or I'll give you another demerit!" [WHUPP!] [WHUPP!]

So she did what they wanted, kissing and panting and squirming against Albie and trying to remember every dirty word she had ever heard, and howling every time Joey hit her. "Oh yeah," panted Albie, "this is more like it." He grabbed her sore buttocks and pulled her even harder against him as they kissed, and she kept weeping and obediently rubbing herself against his erection.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned again as they moved out into the hallway. "Oh yeah..." Then he pulled back and looked at her. "Don't forget, Mrs Jones - you're gonna fuck your old man just like this from now on. You're gonna tear his clothes off at the front door and drag him to the bedroom and tell him how much you want his big hard dick right up your wet cunt." He looked around. "And I just might hide some webcams in your house so I can see if you're doing it."

"Oh GOD!..." She burst into fresh tears as Albie kept leading her towards the bedroom.

They were in through the bedroom door now. Albie pushed her down onto the already-soiled bed, sprawling on top of her and fumbling urgently for her vagina. "Oh fuck!" he gasped as he rammed his rigid organ back into her and started humping. "Oh yeah!... Uhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh!..."

She shuddered as she felt the stains from her previous rapes still damp against her buttocks. Oh Rob, she thought in tears as Albie's desperate thrusting continued, they're ruining everything!

Albie heaved and gasped and groaned on top of her, struggling to reach his second climax of the evening. "Move your ass, Mrs Jones," he panted. "If I wanted to... uhhhhhh... uhhhhhh... uhhhhhh... to fuck a corpse I'd buy a rubber doll." He pulled her half onto her side and landed a sudden slap on one of her welted buttocks. [SLAPP!] "Move your fucking ASS!"

"Owwwwww!" she howled. She started bucking her hips unwillingly up and down under him. As if rape isn't bad enough, I have to act like I'm enjoying it!

"Think you can beat twenty three minutes, buddy?" Joey was standing in the doorway. "You know how much she likes a good long fuck."

"Don't think so, kid... All that... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... ass paddling and dick sucking... really got me going... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... UHHHHHH!..."

"Yeah." Joey's penis was almost erect again. "The paddling got me going too. Even after that double fuck. So I'll take over just as soon as you're finished."

Don't you little bastards ever get tired, she thought in despair. Don't you ever want anything except hurting me and raping me? God, how I hate you both! She kept moving her hips mechanically up and down under Albie's thrusting. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...

"Aaahhh fuck!" Albie stiffened suddenly on top of her. "I'm coming!... I'm fucking COMING!... Ohhhhhh shitttttt!..."

Joey snickered. "Ready for the next one, Mrs Jones? I am. Just as soon as my buddy pulls his dick out of your hole."

It never ends, she thought. She lay there helplessly with Albie still trembling and gasping on top of her and with his semen slowly trickling out of her sore vagina. Oh God!...

Albie finally rolled off her. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh!..."

Joey moved over to the bed and wrenched back the heavy brocade bedspread, exposing the bedclothes underneath. "Grab some of that sheet, Mrs Jones. And shove it up your cunt. I want you cleaned up before I fuck you."

She blinked hopelessly at him and then struggled slowly up onto her elbows. My best sheets, she thought dully as she reached out and grasped the expensive linen. And now you want those dirtied as well. Oh God!...

Joey stood watching as she slowly mopped at her wet groin. "Deeper, Mrs Jones," he commanded. "Shove it right up inside your cunt."

Her face burned. "Y...yes, Joey." She winced as the stiff linen punished her sore passage.

He kept watching her. "OK," he said finally, "that'll do."

She tried to tidy up the bedclothes again, looking in despair at the fresh stains on the sheet. "Oh God..."

"So where else in this house do you fuck your old man, Mrs Jones?" Joey's penis was hard and throbbing now. "Don't tell me the bedroom's the only place you ever do it."

She looked up at him, her lip trembling. "O...only the bedroom, Joey," she said at last. "We don't do it...uh, I mean we don't f...fuck anywhere else. I swear it."

"Aw, c'mon." Joey's tone was unbelieving. "What about just after you got married? Didn't he fuck you all over the house? Kitchen, bathroom - like that?"

"I... I..." She could feel her tears starting again. "Sometimes in the first few months we... we used to f...fuck on the hearthrug, in front of the fire." Oh why do you have to steal every single part of my private life!

"OK." Joey gestured with his belt. "Show me the place, Mrs Jones. And tell me the kind of stuff you used to say to him while he was fucking you. C'mon - move!"

She was crying as she stumbled blindly ahead of him into the living room. "Th...there," she wept, pointing to the shaggy white hearthrug. "We used to - oh God! - we used to f...fuck just there." Oh Rob, she thought hopelessly. Oh Rob!...

"And what did you say to him?"

You filthy little bastard, she thought. Why do you have to have it all? "I... I used to say, oh darling, I love you so much. I used to say - oh God! - I used to say, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Her tears started falling faster than ever.

"OK, now get your ass down on the rug, Mrs Jones. And open your legs real wide. Then you can say all that stuff while I fuck you."

She got down slowly on all fours, and then reached out and touched the hearthrug with one trembling hand. This was where we first loved each other, she thought, weeping. This was our very own special private place. And now this vile little monster wants to...

[WHUPP!] Joey's belt cut viciously across her bare buttocks. "What the fuck's holding you up, Mrs Jones? Get your ass down on the RUG!"

"Owwwwww!" She jerked forward, clutching herself. "Yowwwwww!"

Joey raised the belt menacingly. "You want another one, Mrs Jones? Get over on your back and spread your fucking legs."

"Y...yes, Joey." She struggled to get into position. You vile little animal!

Joey tossed the belt aside and threw himself down on top of her. "Oh yeah," he gasped as his penis slid into her, "I just love the way your old bitch cunt pops open every time I want it. Uhhhhhh!...Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Now start... start saying that stuff."

She closed her eyes in humiliation and despair and turned her face away, jerking and grunting under his savage thrusts. "Oh darling, I... I love you so much," she gasped hopelessly. "Oh darling, I want to... to spend the rest of my life with you..." I'll never be able to say that to Rob again, she thought. Never!

"Keep... keep saying it, Mrs Jones!" Joey's humping speeded up. "Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..."

"D... darling, I love you so much. I... I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Oh God!...

"Oh yeah!" panted Joey. "So you wanna... wanna feel my dick pumping your cunt for the rest of your life, huh? Just like this!... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Oh yeah!..."

Albie appeared in the doorway, still naked, and stood watching them. "How long you gonna last this time, kid?" he asked as he sat down on the sofa. "More than twenty three minutes?"

"Dunno, pal... Like I said... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... that ass paddling really go me going. Hey, Mrs Jones, you keep saying that stuff. You want me to bend you over the sofa and paddle your ass again to encourage you?"

"NO! Oh... oh God, I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you..."

"Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"I... I love you so much." She was still crying. "I... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Oh God..."

"Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"God, kid." Albie sat watching in open admiration. "I dunno how you do it. You double fuck her, and then an hour later you're pounding her pussy again."

"I'm coming!" screamed Joey. "Oh fuck - I'm fucking COMING!... Oh God - you fucking, fucking, sexy old bitch!... Oh God!... Oh fuck... Ohhh... Ohhhhhh..." He gave a few more feeble thrusts, then let out a long shuddering sigh and finally fell still.

She lay under him on the hearthrug, still weeping, and closed her eyes in despair. She could feel her battered vagina throbbing and burning as his semen slowly oozed out of it. All our memories, she thought hopelessly. All dirtied - all ruined!

"Oh yeah..." Joey rolled off her at last and lay on his back. "What a fuck... Another... great... fuck!... Ohhhhhh yeah..."

"Well that's it, pal," Albie said finally, as Joey lay there staring dreamily up at the ceiling. "I'm fresh out of fucks and I guess you are too. Time to move on to the next part of the evening." He looked down at her. "Mrs Jones..."

Dread suddenly gripped her, and she struggled hastily up onto her knees. "No - please! Please don't take me back to that awful place!" She wrung her hands in despair. "Please, Albert! PLEASE!" Then as his face stayed hard she threw herself forward and grabbed his ankles. "Oh God," she wept, kissing his toes and his feet. "Please, Albert! I'm begging, begging, begging, begging, BEGGING you! I'll do anything else you want - anything you tell me! Oh God - PLEASE don't make me..."

Albie sat watching expressionlessly while she begged and wept naked against his feet. Finally Joey sat up on the hearthrug. "Why don't you just shut up, Mrs Jones," he said tiredly. "My buddy and my uncle..."

"Oh PLEASE, Albert!..."

Albie looked down at her. "Go clean yourself up, Mrs Jones. Make yourself real pretty. And put on that little black fuck-me dress we made you buy. Then we'll decide what we wanna do with you for the rest of the evening."

She leapt to her feet and rushed to the bedroom. Oh God please, she prayed as she washed and dressed and made herself up as fast as she could. Please let him decide I don't have to go there! Please God - PLEASE!...

As soon as she was ready she ran back to the living room, then stood trembling in front of them. Albie sat there looking her slowly up and down. "Waddaya think, buddy?" he said at last. "Does that dress look good or what? You think we oughta just let it go to waste?"

Joey pretended to consider. "Nah," he said finally, "it looks too good. All the guys at Uncle Jake's have just gotta see her in that dress." He snickered. "And out of it!"

Her legs gave way under her. She sank to the floor sobbing. "Noooooo! Oh God, no! I did everything you wanted - everything! I...I made you a lovely supper and I f...fucked you both so many times and I did everything you told me. Oh PLEASE don't make me..."

"And now you're gonna do one more thing we tell you, Mrs Jones." Joey's cold voice cut across her pleading. "You're gonna drive us downtown. And then you're gonna walk in the back entrance of my uncle's store. So quit whining and go get your car keys." He got up and went over to the mantlepiece. "And just to remind you who's in charge..." He made a sudden sharp movement with one hand.

There was a crash, and the expensive little figurine lay in ruins on the hearth tiles.


CHAPTER 20


She felt cold with despair as she walked up the alley. As the cool evening breeze got up she shivered even more in the skimpy little black dress.

Albie turned around and looked at her. "C'mon, Mrs Jones," he said impatiently. "Don't hang back like that. The guys in the store are all waiting for you."

I can't go through with this, she thought, trembling - I just CAN'T! She looked hopelessly around the alley, as if there was some way of escape. But there were only high brick walls and dirty asphalt and discarded junk. "C'mon, Mrs Jones," said Albie again. "Hurry it up!"

Then as Joey approached the back door of Jake's store she felt something snap. "No!" she burst out suddenly. "I won't do it. I won't go in there! NO!" And she turned and ran blindly in the opposite direction.

"Hey, buddy," Albie shouted to Joey, "help me get her. Quick!" And he set off in pursuit.

In her panic she ended up blundering down into a corner beside some upended trash cans. Both boys closed in on her. "What the fuck are you doing, Mrs Jones?" said Albie angrily. "Get up and get inside that store!"

"No!" she sobbed. "I can't. I WON'T!"

Albie bent down and grabbed her roughly under the jaw. His gaze found her eyes and held them. "Which is gonna be worse?" he said. "Being paddled and fucked for a few hours? Or losing your husband and your job and going to jail for ten years? With that fat old dyke in the cell with you." And he held up the tablet in his other hand.

"Oh God!" she wept, shuddering. "Oh God!"

Albie waited a few moments longer. Then when she still didn't respond he released her and straightened up. "OK," he said flatly, "now you've really pissed me off. I'm gonna send every fucking message in the queue." His fingers started tapping the screen. "Right now!"

Suddenly reality came crashing in on her again. "NO!" she shrieked, leaping up and grabbing desperately for his wrists. "Albert, please, please, please! I'll go in, I'll go in, I swear I'll go in! Albert, don't, don't - PLEASE!"

"Why the fuck should I believe you, Mrs Jones?" He stood looking down at her as she clung to him. "You've jerked me around just one time too many." He shook himself free and went back to the tablet.

"Albert - NO!" She flung herself to her knees on the dirty asphalt. "Oh God," she wailed, wringing her hands in absolute despair. "Please, please, please, please, PLEEEEEESE!"

He stopped, his fingers still on the screen. "Just one more tap," he said softly. "Just one more tap, and they all go. That what you want?"

"No, Albert! NOOOOOO!"

His face was like flint. "Then get up. And walk through that door over there. NOW!"

"Oh God." She struggled blindly to her feet, crying hopelessly. She started stumbling across the alley. "Ohhhhhh!..."

Albie walked beside her. He brandished the tablet in her face. "Pull just one more stupid stunt tonight, Mrs Jones." His voice was still low, his anger barely controlled. "Just one. And I'll send the whole fucking lot. You got it?"

"Yes, Albert," she wept in despair.

"Good. So for the rest of the night you're gonna do what you're fucking TOLD!" His free hand swung sharply against her buttock. [SLAPP!]

"Owww!" The thin little dress offered no protection from the blow. She staggered forward under the impact. "Y...yes, Albert!"

"You sure of that?" He swung his hand again. [SLAPP!] [SLAPP!]

"Owww! Yowww! Yes, Albert - I promise!"

"Then clean yourself up, for fuck's sake. Wipe your eyes and fix your fucking makeup."

"Y...yes, Albert." She fumbled despairingly in her handbag.

"You got that K-Y we gave you, Mrs Jones?" It was Joey's voice. "You got it in your handbag?"

Oh why don't you just drop dead, she thought hopelessly. You little bastard! "Y...yes, Joey," she said aloud. Her hand shook as she held up her vanity mirror, trying to repair her makeup.

"Aren't we nice to you, Mrs Jones?" Joey kept on talking with mocking insistence. "Giving you that K-Y? Seeing you whined so much about all the fucking we gave you back at your house."

"Yes, Joey." You vile little monster! She put her lipstick and makeup back in her bag, her lips trembling. "Oh God!..."

"OK." Albie's voice was hard. "Walk in through the door. And smile!"

Her legs were shaking, and they nearly gave way under her as she walked slowly forward. She grasped the doorknob, forcing her mouth into a trembling grimace. God help me now, she thought in despair.

The store seemed to be full of men. All she saw was a sea of male faces as the babble of conversation faltered and died. "Fuck," someone whispered in the silence, "would you look at that. What a pretty bitch!"

"You're late, kid." Jake glanced towards the men behind him in the store. "The customers were starting to get restless."

"Sorry, Uncle Jake. We had a little bit of a last minute hitch." Joey grinned at the woman standing trembling beside him. "Had to convince her she really wanted to do it."

Jake grunted, then turned to the crowd of men in the store. "OK, fellas, here she is at last. Tonight's sweet schoolteacher - Amanda!"

The room erupted - clapping, stomping, whistling. Someone's loud voice carried over the noise: "A schoolteacher, huh? Fuck - I'll teach her a thing or two!" There was a roar of approval and the noise got even louder.

Jake held up his hand for quiet. "OK, OK. So we get the idea - you like her. Now I know you guys are only the first fifteen on the list..."

Oh God, she thought, appalled - only the first fifteen! How many more nights like this will I have to endure?

Jake was still talking. "...But even with only fifteen of you, at thirty minutes each it's still gonna take all night..."

Oh God! Oh God!...

Another voice interrupted him. "Hey, Jake, is this on the level? She don't look like no hooker. You mean a sweet-looking lady like that is really gonna let us dress her up? And paddle her ass?"

"She sure is, Harry." Jake turned to her. "OK, girlie - show them. Turn around and lift up the hem of that cute little black dress." He winked conspiratorially at the men. "She ain't wearing nothing under it, fellas. So you'll be able to see for yourselves how much she's been getting it on the ass."

She trembled even more as she turned her back to them. As she reached back and slowly lifted the hem of the little dress she could feel her face burning. My God, she thought hopelessly, I don't believe I'm doing this!

There was a collective gasp as her bruised buttocks came into view. "Fuck," said an astonished voice - "look at that red ass! Look at all those fucking stripes! Oh fuck..."

"So," said Jake as she lowered the dress again and slowly turned back around, "who's gonna be first?"

Suddenly there was an awkward silence. It seemed that no one was willing to go first. Jake looked around the room. "OK," he said at last, "just to start the ball rolling, you can all watch her get what's coming to her. For showing up late." He moved around behind the counter and held out his hands to her. "C'mere, girlie. Gimme your hands."

Oh God! She moved slowly forward and unwillingly put her hands in his.

Jake's large hands clamped firmly around her own. Then he pulled her towards him until she was bent right over the counter. "OK, kid," he said, looking at Joey, "go get a paddle off that shelf there. Then come over here and teach her about being on time."

"You bet, Uncle Jake." Joey ran over and quickly picked up the large wooden paddle. "How many swats?" he asked eagerly as he swished it through the air.

Jake shrugged as he tightened his grip on her hands. He looked around the room. "Wadda you guys say? How many does she deserve for keeping us all waiting? Ten? Twenty?"

All at once the awkward silence was broken. The dam burst.

"Thirty at least..."

"Nah - forty..."

"Fuck her - she kept all of us waiting. Make it fifty..."

The babble continued as Joey slid her dress up her back, exposing her trembling red buttocks. "Oh please," she whimpered, trying to pull her hands out of Jake's implacable grip. "Oh please..."

"Fuck, that looks good," said a man from behind her. "Look at her pussy peeking out under her ass. Just like a real spanking vid."

Joey laid the paddle against one of her bare buttocks, making her flinch. Then he looked over his shoulder and grinned at the men. "Any of you guys wanna keep count?" And he lifted the paddle and slammed it back down as hard as he could. [WHOPPP!]

"Owwwwww!" she shrieked. "One!" shouted the men in unison.

[WHOPPP!]

"Eyaaaaaah!" she wailed. "Two!" shouted the men.

[WHOPPP!]

"Yowwwwww!" she howled, kicking her legs out behind her. "Three!" the men shouted.

The beating went on. And on and on and on. She shrieked and screamed and struggled to tear her hands out of Jake's grip, twisting herself frantically from side to side to try to avoid the paddle. But Joey's aim was good, and the implement kept beating a steady anguish on her bare buttocks. "Owwwwww!" she kept howling. "Oh GOD!..."

"Fifty!" the men yelled, and suddenly it was over. Jake finally released her hands and she collapsed onto the floor. "Oh God!" she sobbed, clutching at her tormented bottom and bucking up and down in agony. "Ohhh!... Ohhh!... Ohhh!... Ohhh!..."

"Betcha she won't be late next time." Jake's voice came from above her head. "Waddaya think, fellas?"

Another roar of approval shook the room. "Yeah," shouted one man, "but she's here now. So how about some action?"

She huddled hopelessly against the base of the counter, still clutching her buttocks and sobbing. I'm not going to live through this, she thought in despair. I'll be dead before morning!

And then Jake was standing in front of her. "Get up, girlie. Get up and get naked. And stand in front of that poster."

She looked hopelessly up at him, trying to find a hint of pity. But there was none, and finally she struggled painfully to her feet.

"Get that dress off, Mrs Jones." Joey stood there, his young face sweaty and his chest still heaving. He waved the paddle at the naked female outline on the poster. "And go pose."

"Y...yes, Joey." Her face burned as she slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and slowly slid the dress down her body.

The noise level in the room started to rise again. "Hey," said someone, "nice tits!"

"Oh fuck," said another man, "I thought she had it! A shaved pussy. Fuck, that looks good!"

Her face was on fire now from the humiliation. She stood there with the little dress down around her ankles and her eyes on the floor, listening to all the lewd comments. She could feel every male eye in the room feasting on her nakedness. Finally she choked back a hopeless sob and limped slowly over to the poster. Her hand went to her burning buttocks one more time and she winced. Then she moved trembling to match the nude pose drawn on the cardboard surface beside her - head back, one knee forward, left hand held out in front. Oh God!...

"So there she is, fellas," said Jake. "Just like I promised you." He moved over beside her and peered at the white page pasted on the poster. "Now lemme read you the rules again."

Oh God...

"Our naked model, Amanda..." Jake read.

Oh God...

"... will test drive your purchases if you want..."

Oh God... Oh God...

"... She will model your lingerie purchases, let you try out your clamps and whips and paddles on her..."

Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!...

"... and tell you which ones are the most effective."

Oh God help me!...

Jake turned and looked at the assembled men. "And don't forget the special offer, fellas." He pointed to the second sheet of paper. "If you spend more than five hundred bucks you can buy a sample pack of mixed condoms. And try them out..." He reached for her unprotected crotch. "...right HERE!" And he slid a finger up inside her.

"Aaaah!" she gasped, struggling to hold the pose. "Yeahhh!" shouted the men, surging forward.

"Hold it, you guys!" Jake held up his hands. "Don't trample her to death!" He gestured with both arms. "Make a line - right here! Then we'll take it in turns."

There was a brief scuffle, and then things settled down again. "Hey, Jake," came an aggrieved voice, "I put my name down first. Why the hell can't I go first?"

Jake looked into the group of men. "What was that, Ron?"

"I put my name down first," repeated Ron insistently. "I oughta go first."

"Yeah," came another voice, "and I put my name down second. So I oughta go second!"

The protests rose in volume.

"I was third..."

"I was fourth..."

"OK, OK." Jake held up his hands again. "So we'll do it like that. That's fair, right?" He went over to the counter and picked up a clipboard, then looked at the men. "Right?"

The men who'd managed to get places at the head of the line muttered a little, but finally gave way. "Right," said Jake again, looking at the clipboard. "So that means we got Ron first, then Dave, then Harry, then Pete, then Charlie..."

She stood there trembling, trying to hold the pose, while Jake ran through the complete list of names. Oh my God, she thought in utter despair - and each one of them's going to get me for thirty minutes!

"So Ron's first." Jake looked up from his clipboard. "You picked out what you wanna buy, buddy?"

Ron was tall and skinny and bald. "You bet." He hurried over to the side of the store and wheeled back a shopping cart. "There y'go."

Jake scanned them through. "Five hundred ten bucks exactly." He grinned at Ron. "I take it you want the bonus kit?"

Ron grinned back. "You bet!" he said again. "Gimme a pack of red condoms with bumps on them. I might as well give her a good time." And he snickered.

"Way to go, Ron..." There was a general murmur of approval around the room. "Give it to her, buddy!..."

She stood watching Ron finish making his payment. She could feel herself trembling as she strained to see what was in the shopping cart and still hold her pose at the same time. Whatever he's got, she thought hopelessly, it'll be hell for me!

Ron wheeled his cart across the room towards her. "Hey, sweetie," he said, "come on down. It's party time!"

She turned unwillingly towards him and stepped shakily forward. Immediately he reached out and grabbed at her breasts. "Real," he said happily, sinking his fingers deep into her flesh and squeezing hard. "Silicone free zone!"

"Aaaah!" she gasped, shrinking away.

"Hey, baby, where you going?" Ron quickly clamped one hand around behind her buttocks, pulling her back towards him. His other hand went to her crotch. "We're only just getting to know each other!"

So she stood there naked and ashamed under the eyes of sixteen men and two boys, grunting and gasping and trembling and trying not to cry, as Ron kept roughly probing her vagina. "Give it to her, buddy," came someone's voice, over the general sounds of approval. "Poke that pussy!"

Then Ron glanced at his watch. "Oh shit - four minutes gone already!" He turned back quickly to his shopping cart. "Let's get you dressed, sweetie. Make you look real sexy."

First there was a red suspender belt and red fishnet stockings, leaving her buttocks and crotch bare. My God, she thought hopelessly, what is it with men and stockings anyway? Then there were red strap-on pumps with ridiculously high heels, making her totter and sway as she tried to keep her balance. Then a red underbra which left her breasts pushed up and completely exposed. And finally a wide studded red collar around her neck, with matching red cuffs holding her wrists together. "OK, girlie," said Ron, "put those wrists up over your head, behind your neck. I'm gonna clip them in place."

Well, at least it's not as bad as having them wrenched up my back, she thought grudgingly, as Ron lifted her hair out of the way and fastened the clips. But I still can't protect myself from whatever else he wants to do...

Ron stepped back and looked at her. "Now walk up and down, sweetie. Let's see how you look."

She tottered up and down in front of him, hands behind her neck, trying desperately to keep her balance on the grotesquely high heels. She strained helplessly at her wrist cuffs. If I fall over, she thought, I won't even be able to break my fall!

The sounds of approval in the room got louder. "Turn this way, baby. Flash that pussy! Give us a few bumps and grinds!"

"Hey, fellas, cut it out." Jake gestured at the luridly dressed woman, tottering around in front of them with her breasts and genitals exposed. "Can't you see? She ain't that kind of girl!" And the room erupted in laughter.

She stood there trembling, face on fire and staring at the floor, waiting for the laughter to stop. Can this possibly get any worse, she thought in despair.

"Hey, sweetie." Ron was back at his shopping cart. "C'mere. I got a few more things to put on you."

She staggered slowly over to him. What now, she thought hopelessly.

He held up two nipple clips and beamed at her. "Nice big weights on them, sweetie. Just the thing to stretch those sweet tits of yours."

Oh God - NO!... As he came closer she had an overpowering urge to break and run. And then she caught sight of Albie's hard young face on the other side of the room. He hefted the tablet meaningfully in one hand and stared at her. So she just stood there, biting her lip and cringing as Ron brought the first clip up towards her left breast."Owww!" she yelped as the spring loaded jaws closed suddenly on her nipple. "Owwwwww!... "

Ron slowly lowered the lead weight, smiling at her the whole time, and then suddenly released it. "Aaaaaah!" she wailed as her breast was dragged sharply downwards against the underbra. "Owwwwww! Oh GOD!"

He was still smiling as he clipped on the second one. "Gotta even you up, sweetie."

"Aaaaaah!" she howled as she felt the full pull of both weights on her breasts. She bent forward, tugging futilely at her wrist cuffs. "Oh God!... Take them off! Take them OFFFFFF!..."

"So tell me, sweetie. Like it says on your poster: those clips - are they..." Ron paused. "...effective?"

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! They hurt - oh God, they HURT! Owwwwww!..."

Ron looked at the other men in the room. "You think that means yes, fellas?"

The sounds of approval got louder.

"You bet..."

"Way to go, Ron..."

"Do some more stuff to her, buddy!..."

"What else you got in that cart?..."

Ron looked into his cart again. "Lemme see. Oh yeah!..." He reached in and picked up a spreader bar. "How about we put this on first." He knelt down and fastened it to one of her ankles, then looked up into her anguished face. "C'mon, sweetie, move your feet apart."

"Oh please - take off the clips! Take off the weights! Oh, my breasts!" She bent over even further, trying to ease the pain. "Oh God - please, please, PLEASE!..."

"Girlie, you can wear them all night if you don't do what I tell you. Move your feet apart!"

"Ohhhhhh!" She slowly shuffled one foot sideways, trying desperately not to make the weights swing any more than she could help. "Ohhh!... Owwwwww!..."

"Gotcha!" said Ron with satisfaction, strapping the end of the spreader bar to her other ankle. He stood up again. "Now, sweetie, straighten up. Let all the guys have a good look."

"Owww!... Ohhh!..." She gritted her teeth and forced herself to straighten up, slowly and painfully, while the weights swung and tugged at her tortured nipples. "Oh GOD!"

"Yayyyyyy!" A round of applause greeted her efforts when she finally got vertical. "Go, girlie!"

Her face flamed again. This is horrible, she thought despairingly through the pain. Just horrible!

Ron was back at his cart again. "Next accessory," he said happily, holding up two more clips hanging from thin chains. "This set's real neat - comes with something special." And he knelt down in front of her and reached for her pubes.

"No!" she wailed, shrinking back again. "Oh please - no!"

"Aw, c'mon, baby." His hand was behind her buttocks. "I thought we were pals. Don't keep trying to run away like that." He pulled her closer, then reached back to her pubes and pinched one of her labia between his fingers. "I know you're just gonna love this one!" And then just as quickly he snapped the clip in place.

"Aaaaaah!" she gasped, trying to jerk away. But Ron just tightened the chain and reeled her in. "Nuh, uh, sweetie," he said. "Stay right here. We gotta get the next one on as well." And before she knew it she had two painful clips on her labia, with both chains dangling down her thighs. "Aaaaaah!" she gasped again. "Owww!"

"Good one, Ron." The room's approval mounted. "Nice accessory!"

Ron grinned at the other men. "Now here comes the something special." He held up a short spring with a hook at each end and winked at them. Then he hooked it onto one of the chains and walked behind her. "OK," he said, reaching back around her for the second chain, "now let's pull 'em tight!"

"Aaaaaah!" she gasped as her labia were pulled wide apart by the two chains. "Ohhh!"

Ron wrestled with the spring and the chains behind her, up against her bare buttocks. "Aaaaaah!" she gasped again as the chains tightened even more.

"There," he said finally, "all hooked up!" He looked at the men in triumph. "One girlie pussy - way wide open!"

"Wow - look at that! Oh yeah!..."

"Oh fuck - look at all the pink!..."

"You're doing great, Ron! Do some more stuff to her!..."

She stood there in despair, swaying and shaking from the pain in her breasts and labia. She tried to bring her trembling knees together to somehow stop the obscene display, but the spreader bar stopped her. Then she realized she was slowly bending over again, pulled by the inexorable drag on her nipples. "Owww!" she wailed.

"Oh yeah, baby." Ron put one hand on the small of her back and pushed her down even more. "How did you guess? That's just the way I want you!" And he reached back into his cart

She shuddered as she saw him pick up a broad leather strap and a riding crop. "Oh please!..."

Ron snickered. "It's OK, baby. Now I'll let you do your job." He stepped around behind her and slid the spring-loaded chains up above her buttocks, pulling them even tighter on her labia. "So tell me - which one's the most EFFECTIVE?... The strap?..." [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!]

"Owwwwww!" she shrieked, jerking forward in her high heels and spreader bar. The nipple weights swayed wildly, tugging even more painfully at her breasts. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

"...Or the riding crop?..." [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!]

"Aaarghhh! Owwwwww!..." Did Albie tell you to do this, she thought in despair. That's just what HE did to me!... "Owwwwww! AAARGHHH! OWWWWWW!..." If I tell you the truth you'll just use it on me again! "The... the strap," she gasped aloud. "Oh God - the strap! It... it hurt more."

"I don't believe you. You yelled a lot louder with the second one." [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!]

"Aaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Yowwwwww! OWWWWWW!... Oh God," she gabbled desperately, "yes, yes, yes, the riding crop, the riding crop! I meant to say the riding crop!" She flapped her tied arms helplessly. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

Ron grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her upright again. "You lying to me, baby?" he hissed, his expression suddenly ugly. "You lying to me?"

The sounds of approval rose again. "Way to go, Ron. Show her who's boss!..."

Over Ron's shoulder she caught a sudden glimpse of Joey standing beside his uncle. He had one hand at his crotch, kneading himself through his jeans, and he was grinning broadly. You dreadful little monster, she thought savagely. You the one who started all this. I hate you so much!

Ron's scowl was right in her face now. "If you've been lying to me then maybe I oughta do some more shopping. Maybe I oughta buy something that'll REALLY make you scream..."

"Hey, Ron, buddy." Jake's voice carried across the room. "You watching the time? With all these guys waiting we just gotta stay on schedule. So I'm charging ten bucks a minute for any overruns."

Ron looked quickly at his watch. "Oh fuck," he burst out, "only eight minutes left!" He looked pleadingly at Jake. "Thirty minutes just ain't long enough. Can't we have forty five?"

Jake gestured at all the other men in the room. "Not if we're gonna get finished before morning. So if you wanna fuck her you better do it now."

"Oh shit!" Ron grabbed the pack of condoms and hustled her away towards the small back room, rattling the clips on her nipples and labia and making her cry out. "Oh please," she begged, looking back helplessly at her handbag on the counter. "Please let me have my K-Y!"

"No fucking time, lady." Ron kept hustling her as fast as she could move with the spreader bar on her ankles. "I got just seven minutes left to fuck your ass off!"

The little room was still as dirty as she remembered. The only additions were a wastepaper basket lined with a plastic bag and a small table with some wet wipes and a box of tissues. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, looking at the wastepaper basket, I know what that's for - all the used condoms!

Ron pushed her quickly down onto the dirty mattress and fumbled with his pants. "Get down on your back," he panted as he tore the condom out of its packet and struggled to put it on. "And hurry it up!"

The weights and chains wrenched at her body as she fell back, making her wail again. Oh God, she thought as Ron launched himself on top of her, now I'm a five minute whore. With fourteen other men waiting in line!

"Uhhhhhh!" Ron's erection rammed its way up between her painfully stretched labia, making her moan in distress. Then he started pumping in earnest, pounding her already sore vagina with the roughened surface of the condom. "Oh yeah," he gasped, "tight pussy!... Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!..."

"Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..." Her wails kept time with his thrusts as he punished her sore passage. "Owww!... Yowww!... Owww!... Oh GOD!..."

"Good thing... good thing I'm feeling real horny, baby... Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!... Cause that means we're gonna finish on TIME!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Oh shit - I'm gonna COME!... Aaaaaaah!... Aaaaaaah!... Aaaaaaah!... Ohhh fuuuccck!..."

He lay on top of her for a moment, trembling and gasping. Then he quickly levered himself up and wrenched off the condom and threw it into the wastepaper basket. "C'mon, girlie," he panted as he pulled up his pants. "Get up and get back out there. There's no way I wanna pay that fine!"

Her vagina throbbed as she stumbled back out beside him, still with the spreader bar on her ankles and the weights swaying and tugging excruciatingly at her nipples. You've got what you wanted, she thought hopelessly. Now please take all this dreadful stuff OFF!

"I made it!" said Ron triumphantly as he looked at his watch. "Exactly on time!"

Jake shook his head. "She's gotta be naked again, buddy. With all that stuff off her. Ready for the next guy."

"Oh SHIT!" Ron started grabbing at clips and weights, ripping them off her. "Aaaaaah!" she gasped as they came away. "Ohhh!... Owww!... Owww!..." Then he tore off the spreader bar and suspenders and shoes and stockings and bra, trembling in his haste, and finally ripped off the cuffs and collar and threw them on the floor.

"Two minutes over." Jake was looking down at the timer in his hand. "That'll be twenty bucks, pal. Payable before you leave."

Ron muttered in protest as he handed the money over. Then he walked over to where she was standing, still rubbing her sore nipples and whimpering softly. "But you were worth it, baby," he said, putting a hand on her bare crotch. "And next time I'll leave lots more time for the fuck!"

She stood naked and trembling, watching him walk away. How many next times will there be, she thought hopelessly. For God's sake, how many?

"Next!" called Jake. "C'mon, Dave, it's your turn. And don't forget the time limit."

Before Dave could get to her and make her helpless she ran to her handbag and scrabbled frantically for the tube of K-Y. Then with a quick despairing look at all of the men leering at her she turned away as she started putting it in, trying to salvage at least some tiny scrap of modesty.

"Well look at that, Dave," said Jake cheerfully. "She's lubing herself up for you. Is that an invitation or what?"

"Fuck yeah!..." The noise in the room increased in volume. "Do it, Dave - fuck her little red ass off!..."

Her face burned as she stood there with her back to them, wincing as she applied the K-Y. Then she sucked in a deep shaky breath and forced herself to turn around. God help me, she thought hopelessly. Now for the next dose of hell!

Dave had obviously learnt from Ron's experience. He dressed her quickly, using only a few of the items in his cart - black high-heeled pumps, wide studded belt and black crotchless panties. Then he held up a ring gag. "Open wide, girlie," he said firmly.

She opened her mouth unwillingly and waited, trembling, while he put it in and fastened it around her head. "There!" he said. "How does that feel?"

"Uggg... Oook... Ukkk..."

"Good," said Dave happily. "So long as you're comfortable." He reached back into his cart and took out a leather arm sheath. "Now turn around, and put your hands behind your back."

She stood there, still trembling, while he slid her hands into each end of the sheath. He pushed them through until each hand was up against her other elbow and then pulled the laces tight. "Oh yeah," said someone from the crowd, "that makes her tits stick out real good, Dave. Do it up tighter!"

Dave grinned at them as he pulled hard at the laces and tied them off. "About as tight as it'll go, fellas." Then he reached into his cart again. "And finally..."

Oh no, she thought in despair. Not another damn spreader bar!

He knelt down and quickly strapped it to her ankles. Then he stood up and patted her red buttocks. "Now come back to the counter, girlie. And bend over. "

Speechless and helpless, she staggered forward in the spreader bar and high heels until she was up against the counter. Dave wheeled his cart over and then turned to Jake and smiled. "You wanna help out again, buddy? Hold her down while I test drive this stuff?"

"Happy to, Dave." Jake moved back into position and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down onto the counter. Then he leaned on her with his full weight, holding her helpless.

"Now, lemme see... dum da dum da dum..." Dave hummed happily to himself as he rummaged through his cart. "...The paddle... and the strap... and the mini whip... and the QUIRT. Oh yeah!"

Oh no, she thought in horror. Not THAT! "Okk AKK," she tried to protest through the ring gag. Not the quirt! "Okk uh kirk, okk uh kirk!..."

"What was that, girlie?" Dave was busy lining them all up beside her on the counter. "Didn't quite catch what you said." He pulled the crotchless panties part way down her thighs and then picked up the large wooden paddle. "So let's see what you think of this one." [WHOPPP!] [WHOPPP!] [WHOPPP!]

"Aaaaaaah!... Ohhhhhh!... Oh Gog!..."

The room's approval rose again. "Go, Dave! Give it to her!..."

"... Or the strap?..." [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!] [WHAPP!]

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!... Oh Gog!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"Way to go, buddy! Hit her again!..."

"...Or maybe the mini whip?..." [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!] [WHIPP!]

"Aaaaaah! AAAAAAAH!... Oh Gog!" Her sheathed forearms flapped futilely against her back. "Oh Gog!..."

"Oh yeah! Whup that ass, whup that ass!..."

"...Or how about the QUIRT?..." [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!]

"AAAAAAAH!... OHHHHHH!... AIEEEEEE!..." Her feet drummed on the floor. "Oh GOG! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!..."

Dave waited until the worst of her howling and sobbing had subsided. "So tell me, sweetie," he said finally. "Which one was the most effective?"

Oh God - the quirt, she tried to shout through the ring gag. "Oh Gog - uh kirk! Uh kirk, uh kirk, uh kirk!"

Dave cupped his hand behind his ear. "Still didn't catch what you said, baby. What was that again?"

"Uh kirk, uh kirk, uh KIRK!"

Dave turned to the assembled men. "You guys understand that?" He gave them all a broad wink. "Or have I gotta do it all again?"

"Uh KIRK!" she shrieked despairingly through the ring gag. "Oh GOG - uh KIRK!"

The men gleefully played along. "Nah - couldn't understand a fucking word!..."

"Try 'em all again!..."

"Give her twice as many this time - help her make up her mind!..."

"OK." Dave shrugged and picked up the paddle once more.

She struggled and screamed and howled and drummed her feet helplessly on the floor as he tried them all again. The men kept wildly cheering him on while Jake held her down firmly against the counter top so that she couldn't evade even a single stroke. Then to her unutterable relief Dave suddenly stopped.

"Awww!..." The sounds of disappointment rippled around the room. "Why'dja stop, buddy? Paddle her some more!"

"Nah." Dave nodded to Jake to release her, and then lifted her up off the counter. "Now I wanna do something different." He grinned at the men. "But I betcha you're still gonna like it!" And he turned her around and pushed her down onto the counter again, this time on her back.

She groaned in distress as her back was bowed painfully backwards. She lay there with her abused buttocks on fire and her legs spread wide by the spreader bar and her panties still part way down her thighs, watching all the men in the room leering at her open vagina. And then she saw what Dave was waving around and she felt a sudden lurch of horror.

"So what's this, guys?" Dave waved it around again.

The men were delighted. "A speculum - a fucking speculum!..."

"And where do I put it?"

"Right up her pussy!" the men roared.

"You got it," Dave said happily. He pushed it into her vagina, twisting it around to get the handle across her thigh, and started cranking it open.

Oh God, she thought desperately, that's too wide! "Ooo eye," she protested through the ring gag. "Ooo eye!" Oh please stop, she tried to shout, please stop! "Eeez ock! Eeez ock!" She started to get up, but Jake stepped forward and pushed her shoulders back down against the counter. "Eeez ock!..."

Dave crouched down, looking right up inside her. "Oh yeah," he said, "what a view. What a great view." He reached out with his forefinger. "Time for your gynie exam, sweetheart."

"Aaaaaaah!... Ohhhhhh!..." She bucked on the counter as Dave's finger probed her widely stretched vagina. "Aaaaaaah!..."

Dave dug deeper, feeling around between the jaws of the speculum. "How does that feel, baby? Feel good?"

"Ooog!... Aaaaaaah!... Okkk!... Ohhhhhh!..."

Dave stepped back, then looked around and grinned. "We got any other doctors in the house? Maybe she needs a second opinion."

"Me! Me!" One of the men was already pushing forward. "I'll do it!"

Dave stepped back, shaking his head resignedly. "Harry! I shoulda known..."

"Go, Harry!" the other men said. Most of them were laughing.

Harry looked down at her and leered. "Oh yeah," he said happily. "Oh yeah!" He reached out for her bare breasts with both hands, winking at Dave. "Us doctors have gotta be thorough, right? Start with the tit exam first."

"Aaaaaaah!" she gasped through the ring gag as his fingers dug and kneaded at her flesh. "Ohhhhhh!..."

He played with her breasts some more, then slid one finger into her, probing her roughly between the open jaws of the speculum. "Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "Hmmm..."

"Ooog!... Uggg!... Ooog!..." She convulsed on the counter.

The men's laughter mounted.

"Go for it, Harry!..."

"Give it a good poke!..."

"You found out what's wrong with her yet?..."

Harry shook his head. "Nah - can't quite work it out." He grabbed the speculum."Gotta get this thing out of the way and have a good feel." He pulled it out of her in a single movement, making her gasp, then reached back inside her again. "Lemme see. I think..." He probed her some more, grinning and winking at the men. "... I think she's got a real bad case of..." He paused again. "...dick deficiency!" Then he reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. "What she needs is lots more fucking!"

The men laughed again.

Jake released her shoulders and came around from behind the counter. "OK, Harry," he said indulgently, "you can fuck her as much as you want when it's your turn. Right now Dave's got her."

"Awww..." Harry stepped back reluctantly, slowly zipping up his fly again. "Awww!..."

She lay there, still gasping, and trembling all over. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, what other horrible humiliating things...

Jake looked across at Dave. "How you off for time, pal?"

Dave glanced casually at his watch. "No problem. I got twelve minutes left." He reached out and pulled her to her feet, leaving her panties at half mast, and then picked up the quirt with his other hand. "Still plenty of time to get this young filly to ride me..." [SLASH!] [SLASH!]

"AAAAAAAH!... AIYEEEEEE!..."

"...At the fucking GALLOP!"

"Ohhhhhh!..." It was one of the few recognizable sounds she could make through the ring gag, and she made it several more times as he dragged her away towards the little back room. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

And two minutes later the men were grinning at each other at the sounds coming out through the partly open door:

"Don't just lie there crying on top of me, girlie. Bounce your fucking ass!" [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!]

"AIYEEEEEE!... AAAAAAAH!... Oh GOG!..."

"Faster, I said, girlie! You fucking deaf or something? Bounce your ass FASTER!" [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!]

* * * * *

It was almost morning.

She lay naked on the grimy mattress, staring blankly at the wall, exhausted and sore and in absolute despair. Her vagina was raw and aching from fifteen different acts of coitus, and she could feel her welted buttocks still throbbing from countless different punishments. All I want to do is sleep, she thought hopelessly. But it HURTS. It hurts so much!...

Then she realized Jake was standing in the doorway. "Time to get up again, girlie. We want you out here for the finale."

What more could you possibly want now, she thought exhaustedly. Every one of them's raped me - every one of them's beaten me and tortured me. She struggled unwillingly up to a sitting position, wincing at the soreness in her buttocks, and finally managed to stagger to her feet.

"I promised the guys who stayed on a special show at the end." Jake went on talking as he led her out the door. "At twenty bucks a head." He squeezed her arm, almost affectionately. "And now you get to keep my promise!"

The remaining men were standing expectantly in front of the counter, which had everything cleared off it and was now covered by a blanket. Albie and Joey were standing at the front of the group, and Joey caught her eye and grinned at her. She shuddered.

"Up you go, girlie." Jake hoisted her up onto the blanket. "Now just lie back and enjoy it. " He turned to the waiting men. "And to end our fun night, we all get to watch our sweet schoolteacher being fucked by one of her twelve-year-old schoolkids. Young Joey here is gonna..."

"Hey, Uncle Jake," whispered Joey indignantly, "I'm not twelve! I'm fourtee..."

"Shut up, kid." Jake spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "You look like you're only twelve - that's all that matters." He raised his voice again and went on: "Young Joey here is gonna get on top of her and show us how it's done. Go, kid!"

"Hey," said one of the men admiringly as Joey undressed in front of them, "that's a pretty good sized dick you got there, kid. For a twelve-year-old."

Joey grinned at him. "Wait till you see my hard on." And he climbed quickly up onto the counter and sat down on her bare breasts. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - suck on this. And hurry it up!"

"Awww," said another man, "ain't that nice? He called his schoolteacher Mrs Jones." The man shook his head. "You don't often get that kind of respect these days."

"Oh please, Joey," she begged, as the young boy grabbed her hair and pulled her face up against his penis. "Please let me have some more K-Y before you do it! Oh please - I'm so sore mmphh... ummm... mmphh..."

"Just suck it, Mrs Jones," Joey whispered, as he ground her face in against his crotch. His smile was cruel. "Just suck it and fuck it."

"Mmmm... ummm... mmphh..." She sucked despairingly on his swelling penis. Oh God, she thought, suddenly slobbering on it as fast as she could, maybe if I can get it wet enough...

"OK." Abruptly Joey pulled her face away. "That'll do. Spread your legs, Mrs Jones - it's showtime!"

"Aaaaaaah!" she wailed as he stabbed into her raw vagina. "Owww!... Owww!... Oh God!..."

The watching men started shouting encouragement.

"Go, kid - fuck your teacher!..."

"Wow - look at his young butt bounce!..."

"Fuck her faster! Teach HER for a change!..."

"Owww!..." Her mouth gaped open in pain with every thrust. "Aaaah!... Owww!... Yowww!..."

Jake leaned over and spoke quietly to Joey as he humped on top of the moaning woman. "Don't forget, kid - you're putting on a show here, not just having yourself a nice private fuck at home. So when you feel like you're gonna come, pull your dick out and squirt your jizz all over her belly. Where the guys can see it."

"Ohhh!... Owww!... Owww!..."

Joey grinned up at him, panting. "Whatever you say, Uncle Jake... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"Owww!... Owww!..." First it was pictures, she thought hopelessly. "Owww!... Owww!..." And then underage videos... "Owww!... Owww!..." And then all that horrible performance with Abie and Joey at my home. "Owww!... Owww!..." And then whoring all night here with fifteen men... "Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..." And now I've got to be part of a damn public sex show... "Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..."

The men were clapping and cheering now. "One, two, three, four," they started chanting. "Poke that pussy till it's sore!"

Oh God, she thought - Jodie Foster in The Accused!... "Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..." Except there won't be any justice for me!... "Owww!... Owww!... Owwwwww!..."

"Oh yeah," gasped Joey, "here it comes!" He pulled out of her and started frantically rubbing his erection up and down against her pubic mound. "Gonna come!... Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!..." Then he held himself up trembling on his arms as his warm semen spurted out all over her belly. "Oh yeahhhh!... Oh FUCK!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"Yayyyyyy!" The men clapped and cheered even louder. "You did it, kid! You fucked your own teacher! Yayyyyyy!..."

Joey collapsed down on the counter beside her, leaving glistening blobs and trails of semen visible on her stomach. "Oh fuck," he gasped, still panting. "Ohhh fuck!..."

Jake leaned down again. "Great show, kid," he whispered. "You're a natural!" Then he looked at Albie. "You wanna fuck her too? Clean her up and fuck her? The more the merrier."

"Nah," said Albie, "I'll fuck her at home. Like I do every morning." He grinned. "Twice, usually."

Jake just looked at him. "You lucky little bastard," he muttered under his breath. Then he turned back to the men. "OK, fellas," he said, raising his voice again - "that's it for tonight's entertainment. Don't forget to tell your friends about it. And if you wanna see her again..." He picked up the clipboard. "...here's the list!"

She lay there trembling on the blanket, listening to the men leave, with Joey's semen slowly congealing on her belly. Oh God, she thought in despair, is it over now? Please let it be over now! Then she jumped as she felt the sudden coldness of a wet wipe against her skin.

Jake finished wiping her clean and then put his arms under her shoulders, lifting her up to a sitting position. "C'mon, girlie," he said. "On your feet again." And he pulled her back down onto the floor.

As she stood there, still shaking from the reaction, she realized that he was fastening a collar and chain around her neck. Oh God, she thought in exhausted alarm, what NOW?...

When he'd finished buckling the collar he hung the chain down between her bare breasts. "There," he said. "Now you've got something on. Can't have you standing there bare ass naked - you might catch cold!" And he snickered. Then he looked at Albie. "I'll pay your cut in a minute, kid. Just as soon as I've collected my bonus for setting everything up."

And he picked up her chain and led her back to the little room.

* * * * *

She stood naked and shivering beside Jake, with his semen trickling out of her freshly-punished vagina. Her head ached from tiredness and pain. Jake stood there smugly with one arm around her waist, holding out an envelope in his other hand. "So here's your cut, kid - six hundred twenty two bucks. And forty cents."

Albie's face lit up as he took the money. "Great!" he said. Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, calculating. "So that means... that means you grossed close to eight thousand bucks tonight." He looked at the older man. "That right?"

"You bet, kid." Jake smiled contentedly. "And more to come next week. And the week after that." He pulled her in closer against him, happily fondling her wet pubes. "And when word gets around, the week after that, and the week after that, and..."

"Oh God, NO!" She strained to get free from Jake's restraining arm. "NO!..."

"What's the matter, Mrs Jones?" It was Joey's sneering voice. "Didn't you like fucking my uncle? You wanna have all those other guys' dicks instead?"

She looked at him, her lip trembling. You vile little monster, she thought desperately - oh you vile, vile, vile little monster! One day I swear I'm going to...

"OK, Jake." Albie finished counting the money and stuffed the envelope in his pocket. "We gotta go. Thanks for everything." Then he looked at her. "Put on your little black dress, Mrs Jones. Unless you wanna drive us home naked again."

Numbly she pulled on her dress and shoes and picked her handbag and stumbled wearily towards the door. Oh God...

Jake stood at the door watching them go. "Same time next week, kid?"

"Oh GOD!..."

Albie waved to him. "You bet. I want my eight percent!"

She was still trembling as she started the car. Albie looked at his watch as they moved off. "Almost six a.m. Don't bother going home, Mrs Jones. Just drop Joey off and then do the breakfast shopping. I wanna get you to the apartment and get my morning fucks."

* * * * *

She stood in front of Albie, swaying with weariness while he ate his breakfast. Her vagina still throbbed from his first savage rape of the day. Oh God, she thought exhaustedly as her eyelids drooped shut, I think I'm going to fall over...

"Hey, Mrs Jones." His voice jerked her back to wakefulness. "Looks like you're gonna end up on the floor any minute. So I'll let you give me my second fuck on the bed. Aren't I a nice guy?" And he snickered.

She stumbled off to his room without a word and collapsed onto the bed. She hardly stirred when he came in and flipped her over onto her back. It was only the pain of him entering her again that woke her up. "Aaaaaaah!" she gasped as his penis rammed its way back in. "Ohhhhhh!... Aaaaaaah!..."

"I still... I still want my full quota today, Mrs Jones," he panted as he thrust into her. "Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Just 'cause... just 'cause fifteen other guys've been pounding your pussy all night... uhhhhhh!... doesn't mean I'm gonna miss out... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... You got that?"

"Aaaaaaah!... Owwwwww!... Y...yes, Albert... Aaaaaaah!... Owwwwww!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"Oh yeahhh," he gasped as he kept humping on top of her, "I LOVE the second fuck... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Cause it always lasts so fucking LONG!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

Oh God, don't I know it, she thought hopelessly. "Owww!... Yowww!... Owww!... Owww!..."

"Oh YEAH!" he howled as his humping speeded up. "Feels so fucking GOOD!... Uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh... Oh fuck!... Gonna COME!... Oh FUCK!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh fuck!..."

He sagged down on top of her, his movements getting slower and slower, until finally he fell still. "Oh fuck," he sighed again, "that was so nice... Ohhhhhh fuck..."

I'm so sore, she thought hopelessly. So sore! And all I want to do is sleep... Oh God, can't I sleep now? Oh please - sleeeeeep...

"Hey - Mrs Jones." Suddenly Albie was shaking her awake again. "The service maid's due in at 10 a.m. You want her to find you here - sleeping in my bed, bare ass naked?" He shook her some more. "And what about your job? You gotta get to school!"

She dragged herself slowly and unwillingly out of his bed and fumbled blindly for her cellphone. Then she stood there, naked and sore and swaying with exhaustion, listening to the Principal's secretary on the other end. "What do you mean, you're not coming in?" The woman sounded really annoyed. "How do you expect us to arrange a substitute teacher at such short notice?"

And then somehow she managed to summon the strength to get dressed and drive herself home and collapse into bed.

She was asleep even before her head hit the pillow.

* * * * *

It was 11 p.m. and almost time for her to go.

Albie had phoned and woken her from her exhausted sleep, insisting that she come back to him in time for lunch. And after that she had spent the day cooking for him naked, and snatching what scraps of sleep she could, and having her sore vagina raped as often as he was able.

And now she was down on all fours on the carpet, while he pumped himself in and out of her from behind. "You sure as hell better go to work tomorrow, Mrs Jones," he panted. "Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Cause I got... I got something real special lined up for you."

She looked back at him in despair.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Oh God!..."


CHAPTER 21

It was Friday, and it was five thirty p.m. She sat at her desk in the classroom, looking up at him and trembling. So, she thought hopelessly, what new hell have you got in store for me now?

"Stand in front of your desk," said Albie.

She obeyed him hastily and stood there, trembling even more. He looked steadily at her for a long moment. Then he spoke. "Fuck, Mrs Jones," he said deliberately.

She felt the flush rising up into her face. She took off her skirt in silence and laid it on the desk. Then she slowly moved her feet apart and stood there in just her blouse and high heels, face averted and lower lip quivering, waiting for him to use her.

He reached out and fondled her exposed pubes, making her flinch at his touch. "God, I love that bald cunt," he said. "It turns me on every time I see it." He unzipped his fly and moved forward. "You know something, Mrs Jones?" He fumbled with his rapidly-stiffening penis at the mouth of her vagina. "I still don't like school a hellava lot. But I gotta admit that these days... it's better than it was!" And with a single motion he shoved himself roughly up inside her.

"Uhhh!" she gasped as his erection rammed home. "Ohhh," she moaned as he grabbed her behind her bare buttocks and started pumping. Then as she grunted and jerked in time with his thrusts she looked hopelessly at the open window. Who's out there watching me, she thought in sick despair. Who's watching me being a whore in my own classroom?

He ground his crotch against hers, panting as he forced her back against the edge of her desk. "Pull up... the front of your blouse," he gasped. "I wanna... ohhhhhh!... I wanna play with your tits while I fuck you... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

"Y... yes, Albert." She gripped the hem of her blouse with shaking fingers and pulled it up above her bare breasts.

"Ohhh yeahhh!..." He grabbed at her breasts, sinking his fingers deep into them. "Best idea I ever had," he panted. "Making you walk around without underwear. Ohhh yeahhh!..." He brought his mouth down to her left breast, cupping the whole breast in his hand and sucking noisily at the nipple."Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."

She looked fearfully at the closed classroom door as he kept humping. Oh God, she thought, trembling - please finish! Before someone comes. Oh PLEASE!...

He straightened up again, hooking his hands around the backs of her thighs, right up under her buttocks. "Oh yeah," he panted happily, "a coupla weeks ago... all I had was those pinup pics... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... And now here I am in my own classroom... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... with my dick right up my own schoolteacher's cunt. Oh FUCK, it feels good!" His thrusting got faster. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!... Oh yeahhh!" Then he speeded up even more, his rutting setting her whole body shaking against her desk. "Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh!... Oh yeah... Oh fuck... Gonna come... Gonna come!... Gonna COME!... Oh FUCK!... Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh!..."

He sagged forward as his semen finished spurting out inside her. "Oh God," he sighed as his head drooped down against her shoulder. He gave her bare buttocks one last slow squeeze. "Oh yeah... Oh fuck..." He reached around behind her and shakily grabbed her chair, then pulled it slowly around beside the desk and collapsed down into it. Then he looked tiredly up at her. "Take that blouse off, Mrs Jones. I want you naked while you're sucking my dick clean."

She could feel his semen trickling out of her as she removed the blouse. Then she knelt down naked in her own classroom, face hot with humiliation, and began licking and sucking his softening penis.

He ran his fingers slowly through her hair while she sucked. "This isn't gonna be your old man's last trip away, Mrs Jones... Oh yeah, suck me just like that!..." He reached under her and fondled her dangling breasts. "And even when he's here, I'm still gonna fuck you every lunchtime and every afternoon after school."

She glanced involuntarily at the closed door. Yes, she thought, trembling. Until someone catches us doing it!

"OK." He pushed her away at last. "Go clean yourself up. Make yourself real pretty. And get back here in ten minutes."

Why, she thought bitterly as she pulled her clothes back on. So you can rape me all over again? She picked up her handbag and headed wearily for the door.

As she was coming back from the teachers' washroom she caught a glimpse of a teenage boy walking into her classroom. That didn't look like Albie, she thought, puzzled and a little alarmed. Then she got to the doorway and looked in.

Six or seven of her students were already sitting at their desks. When they saw her looking in they all grinned at her. "Come on in, Mrs Jones," said Albie. "Sit down."

She stood hesitating in the doorway, suddenly very fearful, and while she was standing there two more boys brushed past her. "Evening, Mrs Jones," they said cheerfully.

"Mrs Jones." Albie casually picked up his tablet. "Don't be shy. Please come in and join us."

She looked at him, lip quivering. Please, Albert, she mouthed desperately in his direction - PLEASE!...

But his whole attention was on the tablet. Oh God, she thought in despair. She hesitated a few moments longer and then finally forced herself to walk over to her chair, conscious of everyone's eyes on her. She hardly noticed as several more boys came in. Then she sat down, rigid with dread, staring down at her desk and trembling.

"Hello, schoolteacher bitch." The young girl's voice came from beside her, horribly familiar. She looked up. "D...Donna!" she gasped in horror. "Oh my God..."

"How's that old bitch cunt of yours these days?" Donna stood smirking down at her. "Getting plenty of workouts?"

Albie came up beside Donna and put an affectionate arm around her shoulders. "Hi, baby," he said, and kissed her. "Glad you could make it."

"Are you kidding?" Donna grinned at him. "There was no way I was gonna miss this." She looked back at the older woman. "I was just asking her how her old bitch cunt is..."

"Shhh." Albie laid his fingers gently over her lips, cutting off what she was saying. He looked around at the other boys, all talking eagerly among themselves. "Slowly, baby - slowly. We gotta take this a step at a time." He laughed softly. "We don't wanna give away too much too soon, do we?"

Oh GOD! She felt her horror mounting. What's he going to make me DO?

Albie patted Donna affectionately on the bottom. "Why don't you go sit down, baby? It's time to get started."

Donna grinned at him again. Then she reached out and tweaked the older woman's cheek. "Have fun, bitch," she whispered, and walked to the back of the classroom and sat down.

Albie took a printed sheet of paper out of his bag. "Read this, Mrs Jones," he said, and handed it to her. He closed the classroom door and moved his desk and chair out to the front, facing the class. Then he raised his voice. "OK, you guys..." He looked apologetically at Donna down at the far end of the room. "That means guys and girls - OK?"

Donna smiled. "I'm cool. Go for it, big boy."

Albie smiled back, then looked around the room again. "OK, you guys. Question one: how many of you have wet dreams about your favorite teacher?" He paused. "C'mon - don't be shy."

One or two hands went up, slowly and hesitantly. Then they were slowly followed by more, until all twelve boys' hands were in the air.

She sat at her desk with Albie's sheet of paper lying unread in front of her, looking around her class appalled. I don't believe it, she thought. Nearly every boy in my class - dreaming like THAT about me. Oh my God!...

"Question two," Albie continued. "What's your favorite fantasy about her?"

There was a long embarrassed silence. Finally Donna spoke. "C'mon, you guys," she said scornfully, "tell the truth. You all wanna get your hands on her, don't you?"

"Uh..." One of the boys was looking fixedly at his teacher, his face coloring. "Uh, maybe..."

"C'mon, Brandon - tell us." Albie smiled again. "Everyone's got 'em. You're not the only one."

"Uh, maybe, like..." Brandon took a deep breath and then plunged on. "Maybe her standing beside me checking my work, while I feel her up and stuff..." His voice trailed off, his face redder than ever. "Maybe stuff like that..."

"Oh yeah!" One of the other boys was talking now. "Her standing next to me while I put one hand round her leg. And then sliding my hand up under her skirt. And then..."

"Oh yeah!" Another boy interrupted him. "Sliding my hand right up..."

But he was interrupted in turn by two other boys. And then others started talking. And soon the whole room was a babble of noise.

She sat looking around in total incredulity. I don't believe it, she thought. I spend the whole damn year doing my damn best to teach this damn class, and all they're interested in is getting their hands up under my skirt! I don't believe it...

Albie held up his hands. "OK, OK, we got the idea. You want her to come around and check your work while you feel her up. OK - you want it, you got it."

"Albert - please!" She looked beseechingly across at him. "For God's sake!..."

He turned and looked at her. "You read those instructions yet, Mrs Jones?"

"N...no, I..."

"Then read 'em. You got two minutes." He turned back to the class. "So - that's it. She comes around and checks your work and you feel her up. Right?"

There was another silence. "Honest?" said another boy at last. "She's... she's really gonna do it?"

"Yep." Albie looked at the woman sitting trembling at her desk. "She's really gonna do it."

"Wow," the boy went on, "I don't believe it." He stopped, licking his lips. "Oh God - the number of times she's stood there beside me, while I smelled her perfume and looked sideways at her skirt and wanted like hell just to reach out and touch her. And NOW...! Oh shit - I can't WAIT!"

Albie smiled thinly. "Well," he said, "let's see if we can make it more interesting than just looking at her skirt. " He turned back to her. "Ready to roll, Mrs Jones?"

She looked down again at the printed instructions. All she could feel was growing horror and despair. "Albert - please... " she whispered hopelessly.

But Albie was ignoring her again. He held up his hands, and when everyone was quiet he went on talking. "OK - last question: how many of you guys've logged on to the Naked News?"

There was another excited babble.

"...Hey, yeah, that's way cool..."

"...Yeah, I look at it when my Mom and Dad are out..."

"...Oh yeah, that big-titted bitch with the totally shaved pussy!..."

"...Oh boy, I wish we had faster broadband..."

Albie held up his hands one last time. "OK, so you all know where we're coming from here." He paused, and then gestured dramatically at the teacher sitting trembling in front of them. "Boys and girls, welcome to NakedClassroom.com. Take it away, Mrs Jones!"

She glanced despairingly at her written instructions and then tried to catch Albie's eye again. But he had sat down and was engrossed in his tablet. Finally she forced herself to stand up. Oh God!...

She caught a glimpse of Donna's sneering smile at the back of the room. Then she swallowed nervously and began. "G... good evening, class." Her voice cracked and one boy giggled. She could feel her face burning as she swallowed again and made herself continue. "Th...this evening we're... we're going to study human biology... uh, female human biology." She saw Albie looking at her again, his face hard, and then suddenly remembered the instructions. Oh God, she thought, and reached up with shaking fingers for the top button of her blouse.

"The... the female mammary glands or breasts..." She undid a second unwilling button."...uh, are not only a means of f... feeding infant human young..." She undid another button, while the buzz of excitement in the classroom steadily grew. "...b...but they're also..." Another button. "...also important f...female erogenous zones..." And then finally the last button. Oh God! She stood there trembling, with all her buttons undone, holding the blouse closed with both hands. I can't do this, she thought hopelessly. Not in front of my own students. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't!...

"Mrs Jones." Albie had turned around in his seat, facing her. His voice was low, but it carried clearly over the increasingly excited buzz from the class. "I'm on line and I've got them all queued up." He hefted his tablet. "Which ones you want me to send first?"

She averted her face in humiliation. Then slowly she took her hands away from her blouse and let it fall open.

The excited babble grew even louder.

"...See - I told you. She's NOT wearing a bra! I TOLD you!..."

"...Oh fuck - I'm seeing her tits. I'm actually seeing them! Oh fuck!..."

"...Oh God, I don't believe this! Albie wasn't ripping us off. She's doing it - she's actually doing it!..."

Then in the midst of the babble Albie's low voice carried across to her again: "That's good, Mrs Jones. Now take it off all the way."

She closed her eyes in despair. Then finally, with her face still averted, she slowly slid the blouse down off her shoulders. Oh my God, she thought hopelessly. The urge to cover her bare breasts with her hands was overwhelming, but she knew it would only make Albie angry. So she laid the piece of clothing on the desk and stood there, topless and with her cheeks burning, while the whole class whistled and cheered.

Then she heard a sudden sneering voice inside her head. What's the big deal, the voice said. Two nights ago you were stark naked in front of fifteen men. You let them all dress you up and beat you and have sex with you. So what's the big deal here?

But these are my own students, she thought in anguish. That other night was awful enough, but this is in front of my own students! For God's sake - my OWN STUDENTS! The ones I teach every day. Seeing me like this!... She could feel her tears starting again.

"Keep talking, Mrs Jones." Even through the noise she could hear him all too clearly. "And don't forget the show and tell."

Oh God! She took a deep breath as the noise subsided and started again, trembling even more. "The... the main erogenous areas..." She stopped, lip quivering, and looked imploringly at Albie once more. Please, her face said to him - PLEASE!...

But Albie's expression was hard as stone, and she knew she had no choice. She brought her hands slowly and unwillingly up to her bare breasts. "...M...main erogenous areas..." She touched herself. "...are the aureoles and the n...nipples..." Her face burned even hotter as she forced herself to start massaging her breasts and nipples. "A...and with stimulation the nipples become erect..." Oh look at me, she thought in anguish. In front of my own students!

The noise in the room was deafening now.

"...Yeah - do it, Teach, do it!..."

"...Play with your tits! Play with your nips!..."

"...Oh fuck - make 'em stand up! You want some ice blocks, Teach?..."

She stood there, hands at her breasts and scarlet with humiliation, as Albie's relentless voice reached her again: "Now do the classroom tour, Mrs Jones. Two minutes for each guy."

"Albert - please! I'm begging you! PLEASE!"

He lifted the tablet. "Do it."

"Oh GOD!" She felt herself starting to cry, and then suddenly remembered his instructions: Don't forget to keep smiling, Mrs Jones. You start crying or shit like that and the next email goes off - no questions asked.

So she choked back her tears, stretched her lips in a trembling imitation of a smile, and started walking slowly towards the first boy. And suddenly all the noise died and the class fell completely silent.

"OK, you guys." Albie's voice cut through the silence from behind her. "Hands above her waist this time around."

My God, she thought hopelessly, and what about next time around? She forced herself to keep walking. "H...hullo, Brandon," she said to the young boy who sat gaping at her. She leaned over, face burning, and dangled her bare breasts in front of his face. "Do you... do you want to try out what I've just been teaching you?" For God's sake, she thought - is this really me?

Brandon gulped, his face as red as her own, and sat there motionless. "Uh..." he said, staring helplessly at her breasts. "Uh..."

"Help him out, Mrs Jones." Albie's voice carried across the room. "Show him what to do."

She closed her eyes for a moment in fresh despair, then reached down trembling to pick up both of the boy's hands in her own. "L...like this, Brandon," she whispered, her face becoming even hotter as she guided his fingers slowly up to her nipples. "R...rub them like this."

There was a collective sigh all round the room as Brandon's hands finally reached her breasts. "Oh fuck," someone whispered. "Oh fuck..."

"Uh..." said Brandon again. But then his fingers slowly started moving as she guided him, massaging her breasts and pulling at her nipples. "Hey," he said after a while, "they're... they're doing it. They're starting to stand up! They're doing it." He redoubled his efforts. "They're doing it!"

The comments slowly started again.

"...Go for it, Brandon!..."

"...Do it, buddy!..."

"...Oh wow - make 'em hard!..."

How can I be responding like this, she thought helplessly as her nipples stiffened. Half naked in front of my own class, with all these boys looking at me. For God's sake, how can I?... "Owww!" she whimpered as he tugged at her. "Brandon, please - not so hard... Owww!..."

But Brandon was enjoying himself now. He massaged her bare breasts and sank his fingers into them and pulled and tugged even harder at her nipples. "Hey," he said happily, smiling around at the rest of the class. "This is great! Feeling up my own teacher's tits. Oh yeah!..."

"...Go, Brandon!..."

"...Do it, kid - do it!..."

"...Oh fuck, buddy - pull those nips!..."

"Owww!" she whimpered again, flinching at his tugging with her face hotter than ever. "Please, Brandon!... Owww! Ohhh! Owww!..."

"How about if I licked them?" Brandon went on, still tugging at her. "Licked them and sucked them. Wouldn't that make them stand up too?"

"Owww! Y...yes, Brandon. Owww! L...lick them and suck them. That's a very good... Owww!... very good idea. Owww!..."

Brandon grinned and leaned forward. "OK," he said, pulling one of her breasts towards him with both hands and latching onto the nipple with his mouth. "Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..." He moved one hand to her other breast and started mauling and kneading it again. "Ummmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."

She stood there, scarlet with embarrassment and grunting with distress as Brandon kept sucking and tugging at her. Then she caught sight of Donna at the other end of the room with her sneering smile. Having fun, bitch, the young girl mouthed at her. Having fun?

"OK, Brandon." Albie's voice came from behind her. "That's your two minutes, buddy."

"Awww," said Brandon, as his mouth came away reluctantly from her wet breast. He tugged at her nipples a few more times before finally releasing her. "Awww..."

She stepped back trembling, and briefly touched her tender nipples and whimpered. Then she remembered her instructions and tried to force a smile as she moved on to the next boy. "H...hello, Justin," she faltered. "D...do you want to..."

"Feel up your tits? You bet!" Justin reached out for her, obviously emboldened by Brandon's experience. "C'mere, Mrs Jones. Lemme grab 'em."

She briefly closed her eyes again and then moved forward. Oh God, she thought as Justin's hands closed around her breasts, I just hope he isn't as rough as... "Owww!" she yelped as he pulled hard at both nipples. "Justin - please!"

The comments started again.

"...Oh wow - look at that!..."

"...Look at him pull them!..."

"...You trying to pull them off, buddy?..."

"How far will they stretch?" Justin tugged harder, pulling her breasts right out from her body. "They getting stimulated yet?"

"Owww! Owww! Please!..." She fluttered her hands helplessly, wanting to grab at him and stop the pain but not daring. "Owww! Owwwwww!..."

Justin finally released her nipples and she sagged back in relief. My God, she thought hopelessly, the little bastard's not even pretending to do what I showed them - he just wants to hurt... "Owww!" she yelped as Justin suddenly smacked his hand hard up under her left breast. "Owww!..."

Justin grinned, slapping his hands rapidly up under both of her breasts and making them bounce wildly up and down. [smack! smack! smack!] "This has gotta stimulate them, right?" he asked happily. [smack! smack! smack! smack!] "Right, Teach?" [smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack!... ]

"Owww! Owww!... Y...yes, Justin... Owww! Owww!... S...some people get sexual stimulus from pain... Owww! Owww! Owww!..." But not me, you little bastard! "Owww! Owww! Owww! Owww! Owww!..."

The comments got even louder.

"...Oh fuck, look at that! And she's just standing there and letting him do it. Oh fuck!..."

"...Oh wow, look at her tits bounce! Look at 'em BOUNCE!..."

"...Oh fuck, she looks like a go-go dancer! Bounce them faster, buddy - bounce them faster!..."

Justin's grin got wider. "Sure thing, guys. Watch this!" He stopped and lowered his hands and took a deep breath, poised for an even harder attack on her breasts. Oh God, she thought, cringing, how long...

"Time's up, kid!" Albie's voice was firm. "Quit it and let her go."

Somehow she made it through with the rest of them. Some were rough and some were gentler, as they prodded and poked and tugged at her. But they were all obviously turned on by having their previously unattainable teacher half naked and at their mercy. A few of them started slyly sliding a hand up under her skirt, despite Albie's instructions. "Not yet, buddy," he said to one of the offenders. "Hang on to your dick until later." And the rest of the class snickered.

As she stood there submitting dumbly to the final boy she realized she had followed the last row of desks down towards the back of the classroom, dangerously close to Donna. She kept her face carefully averted, but she could feel the young girl's hard gaze on her. Oh God please, Albert, she thought hopelessly - please don't make me go to HER! Please!...

The last boy finally released her as Albie told him that time was up. Thank God, she thought gratefully, turning slowly around and moving away without catching Donna's eye. Now if I can just make it back to the front of the class...

"Hey - schoolteacher bitch!" Donna's sneering voice came suddenly from behind her, making her freeze. "How come you missed me out? You couldn't see me, maybe?"

She stood absolutely still, not breathing. She looked pleadingly at Albie. He stared at her for a moment, and then gave an almost imperceptible nod. Oh God, she thought - oh God, NO!... She turned around trembling, and started walking very slowly and very unwillingly back towards Donna.

Donna sat looking up at her, her young face hard. "How come you missed me out?" she asked again. "Have I got B.O. or something?"

"I... I'm sorry, Donna."

"I told you before - that's Ms Donna to you." The young girl stood up and slid her chair away from her desk. Then she picked up a ruler and pointed. "Bend over the desk. And pull your skirt up. It's time you learned some respect, schoolteacher bitch!"

Oh God! "Y...yes, Ms Donna." She bent unwillingly over the desk, facing the rest of the class, and pressed her bare breasts down against the hard wooden desktop. Then she reached back and slowly pulled her skirt up off her naked buttocks. She could see all the boys turning around and leering at her.

"Oooooo - no panties, bitch!" Donna's gleeful voice came from behind her. "Aren't we lucky?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww!" She clung to the edge of the desk, her face bright with humiliation as every boy in the room watched her being beaten on her bare bottom by a young girl. "Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... "

"You sorry you tried to go past me, bitch?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] "Tell me again how sorry you are." [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww!... I'm sorry, Ms Donna... Owww!... Owww!... Oh God - I'm sorry, Ms Donna!... Owww!... Oh God... Owww!... I'm sorry... Owww!... Ms Donna!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..."

"You gonna show me more respect next time, bitch?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] "You gonna show me more respect?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww!... Owww!... Owww!..." She tightened her grip despairingly on the desk, with a sea of grinning boys' faces in front of her. "Y...yes, Ms Donna, I SWEAR I'll show you more respect... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owwwwww!..."

Suddenly one boy jumped to his feet. "I wanna see the other end. I wanna see her bare butt getting it!"

"Yeah," said another boy eagerly. "Let's see her ass getting paddled!"

"Stay in your seats, guys!" Albie raised his voice over the noise. "This is just between Donna and the teacher, OK?"

"Awww," said the boy. He sat down reluctantly. "Awww..."

The beating went on, with her wailing and howling and clinging to the desk. Finally Albie came over. "Having fun, baby?" he asked gently as Donna stopped for breath. "Just give her a few more licks and then stop, OK? We gotta get on with the class."

"Aw gee, what a shame." Donna's young chest was heaving from the exertion. "Just when we were both having so much fun." She gave a few last vicious cuts across the woman's bare quivering buttocks. [Whack!] [Whack!] [WHACK!] "Weren't we, bitch?"

"Owwwwww!... Owwwwww!... OWWWWWW!... Y...y...yes, Ms Donna... Oh GOD!..." She lay there for a few moments squirming from the pain, and then finally pushed herself slowly and painfully up off the desk and let her skirt fall back down. Then she stood there trembling, clutching at her throbbing buttocks through her clothing.

"Hey..." Donna moved towards her again. "We didn't get to do all that stuff you showed us." She reached out for the woman's bare breasts. "Did we, bitch?"

Oh God, she thought, cringing - haven't you hurt me enough, you horrible little...

"Fuck, you've got big tits!" The young girl's sneer was tinged with unspoken envy. Her fingers closed on the older woman's nipples. "So let's see how much bigger we can make them." And she started pulling - hard.

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh God!..."

Albie stepped forward. "They're not that super big, baby. Just woman size." He leaned over and put his mouth right down beside Donna's ear. "And anyway," he whispered, "size isn't everything. Yours are so sweet - just the right size for my hands."

Donna purred. She released the older woman's breasts and rubbed herself slowly and sensuously up against him. "Wanna check them out again, big boy? Like right now?"

"Well, I'd love to, baby, but..."

"Aw, come on, baby." Donna locked her hands together behind his neck and pulled his face down towards hers. She started rubbing her crotch slowly up and down his thigh. "Tell me that you want me."

"Hey..." An impatient voice carried across to them. "You two gonna get a room? Or are we gonna get the rest of the class?"

"Yeah," said another boy, "we want the next lesson. We wanna see more stuff."

Albie gave Donna a quick kiss, and then gently disengaged her arms. "We'll get together real soon, baby. But right now we gotta finish this class."

"Awww - OK." Donna kissed him back and reluctantly stepped away. "I guess we gotta keep the old bitch busy." She turned her attention back to the woman standing topless and trembling beside her, and the sneer quickly returned to her face. "Hey, bitch," she said, "before you go, let's just make real sure you learned your lesson." She picked up the ruler. "Lift up the back of your skirt again."

"Oh God." Her hands shook as she did it.

The ruler swung against her bare red buttocks. [Whack!] Whack!] "You sure you're gonna show respect?"

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She staggered forward. "Y...y...yes, Ms Donna, I swear I'll..."

[Whack!] [Whack!] "You sure, bitch? You real sure?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." Every boy in the room was grinning at her now. Some were openly laughing. "Oh God," she wailed as she stood there, jerking and cringing and holding up her skirt for the beating. "I'm sure, Ms Donna - I'm so sure!... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh God, please - I PROMISE I'll show you more respect!"

As Donna raised the ruler again Albie took a gentle grip on her wrist and gave her another kiss. "Hey, baby," he said softly, "we just gotta get on with the class. There'll be more fun stuff to do later, OK?"

Donna grinned at him. "That a promise, baby?"

"You bet." Albie gave her one last kiss and steered the older woman away. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - it's time for lesson two."

It can't be any worse than this, she thought. She let go of her skirt and started limping towards the front of the class, with her abused breasts and buttocks throbbing. Thank God it was only an ordinary plastic ruler, she told herself. If Donna had found that big wooden ruler in my desk!... She shuddered at the thought.

Albie spoke very quietly as they walked back together. "You just earned yourself a demerit, Mrs Jones. For trying to stay away from Donna." He tightened his grip on her arm. "So maybe I'll ask her round to the apartment this weekend - so she can work it off on you."

She looked at him aghast. "Oh God, please, Albert," she whispered desperately, "not her! Anyone but her. Oh please..."

He cut her off. "Don't start dissing Donna again, Mrs Jones. Just keep on teaching." He sat down at his desk and picked up his tablet. "And don't make me keep prompting you all the time. I'm getting tired of it."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, if I make him any more upset he'll cook up some dreadful punishment with that... that horrible little bitch! So I've just got to go through with it. She steeled herself and walked to the front of the class.

Every boy in the class was ogling her as she stood there topless. She could feel her face burning. She took a deep breath and forced herself to start again. "Uh, the... the next topic..." Her lower lip trembled as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. "...is the f...female genital area... ." She started slowly undoing the zipper, and the noise level in the classroom rose again.

And then suddenly her fingers wouldn't work any more. She found herself standing in front of Albie's desk with her back to the class, the tears running unchecked down her cheeks. "Albert," she said despairingly, "I can't do this. Not in front of my own class!" Her face crumpled. "Albert - I CAN'T!"

Albie shrugged and picked up his tablet. "OK, Mrs Jones, it's your life." He kept his voice low, underneath the growing buzz of annoyance from the class. "You just traded three hours in the classroom for ten years in the can. But hey, like I said, it's your life."

"Albert - PLEASE!..."

The noise in the classroom was getting louder. "What's going on?" asked someone impatiently from behind her.

"Mrs Jones, I respect your decision." Albie's voice was still low, his fingers busy on the screen. "Let's just get it over with, huh?"

She sank to her knees in front of his desk, with one arm held across her bare breasts and her tears flowing even faster. "Albert, for pity's sake, why are you doing this to me? Why are you sending me to jail? For God's sake, what good will that do?"

He looked at her. "Why not? You're not gonna do what I tell you any more, are you? So if you won't fuck and you won't do what you're told, you might as well be in jail."

The classroom was even noisier now. "Hey," said another irritated voice, "are we gonna get this class or not?"

Albie looked up. "Hold on a sec, guys. We're having a teacher conference here." He lowered his voice again. "Lemme tell you the truth, Mrs Jones - I'm getting real tired of you jerking me around all the time. It's gonna be a lot less complicated just to spend my time fucking Donna." His expression hardened. "So why don'tcha just get dressed and go home and pack your bag and wait for the cops." His fingers moved back to the screen.

She reached forward, still crying, and grabbed desperately at his hands. "Please, Albert - no!" She was trembling even more. "Oh God, I'm sorry! I...I'm sorry I stopped teaching. I'll do it, I swear I'll do it. I won't say no any more, I'll do anything you tell me." She started crying harder than ever. "Oh please give me one more chance. Don't send me to jail. Oh God, Albert - please, please, please, please, PLEASE!"

He looked up at her for a moment, then shook his head. "God," he said resignedly, "you oughta have a fucking tape recorder, Mrs Jones. Then you could just play it back every time you wanna feed me the same shit." And he reached for the screen again.

She tightened her grip on his hands. "Albert - please! I beg you! For God's sake - PLEASE!..."

The whole classroom buzzed with impatience and frustration behind her. "Hey," said another boy, "you guys finished yet?..."

He sat looking at her while she knelt bare breasted and crying in front of him. "OK," he said at last, "so now you got two demerits. Right?"

Her trembling got worse. "Oh God. Y...y...yes, Albert."

"So get up." He pulled his hands free. "And go back to Donna." He pointed towards the back of the classroom. "Tell her you're real sorry you fucked up the teaching. Tell her it's two demerits now. And ask her to come round to the apartment on Sunday, to work them off on you. Ask her real nice." He looked at her hard. "You got it?"

"Oh God! Y...yes, Albert." She struggled hopelessly to her feet, her face wet with tears.

"Be sure and ask her real nice." His voice followed her as she moved away. "Maybe you could kiss her feet or something. Just be sure and do it real nice."

"What the fuck's going on?" The voices from the class were starting to sound angry now. "Why isn't she going out the front..."

"...Yeah. When are we gonna see..."

"It's OK, guys." Albie raised his hands. "Everything's gonna be just fine." He smiled reassuringly. "She was just a little shy, 'cause this is her first time on NakedClassroom.com. But we're gonna make it up to you." He pointed in Donna's direction. "Watch."

They all sat watching as the topless teacher stood trembling in front of the young girl, obviously saying something very apologetic. Then she slowly got down on her hands and knees and put her head in under the desk and started kissing the girl's feet. "Oh wow," said one boy, standing up to see better, "will you look at that! And look at the way her tits are hanging down. Oh wow!"

Donna's sneer was hard. After a short while she kicked the woman away. Then she said something and pointed to her desk.

Amanda Jones trembled even more. She bent over the desk and slowly pulled her skirt up again, this time with her bare buttocks facing the class. "Oh fuck," said another boy, "look at her bare ass. Look at all the red stripes!"

"And look at her pussy!" said a third boy gleefully. "I can see it right there under her ass. God," he went on, "I don't believe this. I'm looking at my own teacher's pussy!"

[Whack!] Donna was swinging the ruler again. [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owwwwww!" she howled as the ruler slammed against her sore buttocks. She kicked her feet out behind her. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

And this time Albie didn't intervene. Donna hit her and hit her and hit her with the ruler, while the rest of the class cheered and whistled and shouted encouragement.

She ended up huddled on the floor, clutching her punished buttocks and squirming in anguish. Donna stood over her, panting. "You gonna fuck up the teaching again, bitch?" she demanded, waving the ruler. "You gonna fuck it up again?"

"Oh God n...no, Ms Donna!" she wept. "I...I swear I'll do it properly this time!"

"Then get up. Get up and go out the front. And hold onto your ass all the way. With the back of your skirt up. Show all the guys what happens to teachers who fuck up."

"Oh God..." She struggled painfully to her feet.

"C'mon, bitch." said Donna impatiently. "Pull up your skirt and show them your bare ass." She waved the ruler threateningly. "Now!"

"Y...yes, Ms Donna!" She hastily did as she was told and started limping away bare breasted, with the back of her skirt pushed up and her hands clutching her bare red buttocks. "Oh God..."

All the boys leered at her as she passed.

"...How's it feel, Mrs Jones? Did Donna paddle you good?..."

"...How red is it, Teach? Take your hands off and give us a good look..."

"...Hey, does that smart or what? You gonna get it right this time?..."

Her face throbbed with humiliation. She just gritted her teeth and kept on going, trying half-heartedly to turn away when boys reached out to grope her bare breasts as she passed. My God, she thought hopelessly, how long is this hell going to last?

"Hey, Mrs Jones." Albie spoke quietly as she limped painfully past him. "Just to show you what a nice guy I am - while you're teaching this next lesson, it's your party, so you can cry if you want to. OK?"

Thanks a heap, she thought bitterly. You horrible little monster! She tried to blink back her tears as she reached the front of the classroom. Then she took her hands away from her throbbing bottom, and turned around to face all the leering boys. The urge to hold her arms across her breasts was overwhelming, but she knew it would only provoke Albie's anger.

She took a deep shuddering breath. She could feel her tears starting as she began again. "Uh, the g...genital area..." She made herself start to unzip her skirt. "...is the m...most important female erogenous zone..." Oh God...

"...She's gonna do it!" The comments started again. "She's actually gonna do it!..."

"...Oh fuck. Teacher pussy! We're all gonna see teacher pussy! Oh fuck..."

She started sliding the skirt down her legs. The noise in the classroom increased even more. Then she stepped out of her skirt and stood there, hands by her sides and face flaming, waiting in despair for the noise to stop.

"...Oh fuck - our teacher's bare ass naked! I don't believe it!..."

"...I THOUGHT it was shaved! When I saw it while she was being paddled, I THOUGHT it was shaved..."

"... Oh fuck - doesn't she look cute in just her high heels?..."

In the middle of the noise a boy raised his hand. "Mrs Jones, I got a question."

She stood there nude and trembling in front of them, with her face on fire. "Y... yes, Justin?" she said dully.

"Could you please turn around and give us another look at your ass? We wanna double check what Donna did to you."

She looked at him for a moment, lip quivering. Then without a word she turned around and presented her back to them.

"Awww," said someone disappointedly from behind her, "now we can't see teacher pussy any more..." But he was quickly outvoted by the reaction from the rest of the class.

"...Oh wow! Is that ass red or what?..."

"...Oh fuck - look at all those stripes and bruises!..."

"...Do they hurt, Mrs Jones? Do those stripy red buns hurt?..."

She stood there hopeless and naked and trembling, with her back to them all. Then she heard Albie's voice again. "C'mon, Mrs Jones. You've read your instructions. Turn around and get on with it."

She turned back around, with her hands instinctively in front of her pubes. "Oh God..."

"Hey!" Albie spoke sharply. "Get your hands away from your cunt."

She slowly took her hands away, and waiting cringing for the inevitable reaction.

"...Oh yeah - teacher pussy again! We're seeing it again!..."

"...And shaved. What a great view!..."

"...Why don'tcha open it up for us, Mrs Jones? Give us a real good look!..."

She closed her eyes. All she wanted was to wake up and find that the whole nightmare was over. But when she opened her eyes again all the clapping jeering students were still there in front of her, and Albie's hard face telling her she had to continue.

So she forced herself to start again, raising her voice above the noise in the classroom. "Uh, the m...main female erogenous zone..."

"...Oh yeah, tell us, Teach! Hey - why don'tcha SHOW us?..."

Somehow she kept on going, with tears running down her cheeks. "...is the genital area... P...particularly the clitoris." Oh God...

"Spread your legs, Mrs Jones." It was Albie's voice. "And show them."

But it was too much. She just stood there, head bowed and crying hopelessly. After waiting a little longer Albie got up and walked over to her. "Mrs Jones," he said quietly, "I'm only gonna say this one more time. Show them your clit."

"Oh God." She slowly moved her feet apart, and then finally put her finger in the right place. "Oh God..."

Albie stepped aside, and then turned to the class. "There it is, guys. Just there." He walked back to his chair and sat down. "OK, Mrs Jones, now finish the lesson. You know what to do next."

"Albert - no." She stumbled despairingly over to him, humiliated and crying. "Please don't make me do that. Oh God, please not that - not in front of all these boys. For pity's sake, Albert..."

His face hardened abruptly and he reached for the tablet. "OK, Mrs Jones, that's it. Third demerit!" His fingers started working rapidly. "So here goes the next email. In fact..." He tapped savagely at the screen. "...you've pissed me off so much that I skipped the next one and sent pic number four." He looked up at her. "You remember it? The one of you lying naked on a bed, looking like you're ready to be fucked."

She stood there staring at him, momentarily stunned. "You... you actually sent it?" she whispered, as her horror grew. "To... to my husband? And the Principal? Oh God, Albert - no!"

"Look for yourself, Mrs Jones." He turned the tablet around and showed her the display. "See? Message sent."

"Albert - NO!" Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees beside him. "Oh God, Albert - PLEASE!..."

"Too late, Mrs Jones. It's gone."

"Oh GOD!" She grabbed at him in despair. "Can't you get it back? Can't you break into the school computer or something? You... you've already done that where my husband works. Oh God, Albert, I'll do anything if only you'll get it back!" Suddenly kneeling naked in front of the class didn't matter any more. She scrabbled frantically at the front of his jeans, desperate to unzip his fly. "I'll lick you, I'll suck you, I'll swallow your..."

He grabbed both her wrists. Then he sat there looking down at her, his face grim. "Why the fuck should I risk my neck for you, Mrs Jones?" His voice was low again, under the growing noise from the class. "Why should I hack into the school system and risk getting traced and caught? You were the one who screwed up, not me."

"Albert - please. Oh PLEASE!..." Tears poured down her face as she tightened her despairing grip on his jeans. "I'll do everything you say from now on. I'll do twice as much as you tell me, I swear it! Oh please, please, please get it back!" She started gabbling: "I know you can do it you're so clever with computers you can get in and erase messages you can do anything oh God please please please don't let them see that picture please I'm begging you I'm begging you I'm begging you I'll do everything you tell me please I'll..."

"Hey," said someone indignantly above the rising tide of protest, "is she gonna do it or not?"

"Yeah," said another voice, "what the fuck's going on?..."

Albie released her wrists and grabbed her under the jaw. "Listen, Mrs Jones," he said harshly, "you gonna keep fucking around? Or are you gonna do this class, like you just told me?"

"Oh God, yes, Albert, I'll do it, I'll do it! But please get that message back. PLEASE!..."

"I'm not promising anything." He pushed her away. "First let's see you do what you're fucking told."

"Oh God." She stumbled to her feet again, crying harder than ever, then turned to face the class. She forced her hand to move back to her crotch. "Oh God." Then she slowly pulled herself open. "Oh God!..."

Albie's voice reached her again. "Keep going, Mrs Jones. Don't stop now."

She reached down unwillingly with her other hand and inserted one trembling finger between her open labia. Then she let out a despairing sob, and in front of all the boys in the room she started slowly masturbating.

The noise became deafening.

"...Oh fuck - work that clit, Teach!..."

"...How fast can you do it?..."

"...Are you gonna come for us, Teach? Let's see you come!..."

She jammed her eyes shut and just stood there forcing herself to continue naked, with her face crimson and her bare body rigid with humiliation. I want to die, she thought hopelessly. I just want to die!

"OK, Mrs Jones." Albie's voice cut through her shame and despair. "Now it's time for your next show and tell. Walk around the class, holding your cunt open and jerking yourself off exactly like that. And be sure you give each guy his full two minutes."

* * * * *

"Ohhh!... Ahhh!... Owww!..."

Justin was really having fun. He looked up at his trembling naked teacher and grinned as he pushed his finger deep into her vagina. "Have I found it yet, Teach?" He dug even deeper. "Is this your G-spot? Huh? Is this it? Huh?"

She shuddered. "Ohhh!... Owww!... P...please, Justin, that's hurting me!... Owww!... Ohhh!... Owww!..."

"Oh yeah..." The hard grin stayed on his face as he dug still deeper. "That's gotta be your G-spot - right?"

"Ohh! Ahh! Ohh!... Y...yes, Justin... Owww!... Owww!..."

He finally pulled out of her and she sagged with relief. Then he put his face down near her shaved crotch and peered. "Start jerking off again, Teach," he said. "Make your clit stand up - like it was when you first showed it to me."

Her cheeks burned. She reached back unwillingly to her vulva and inserted her finger again. Oh God...

"Faster, Teach." Justin kept peering. "Do it faster."

She made herself obey him, her face burning even more as every other boy in the room leered at her. She closed her eyes as the comments started again.

"...Oh yeah - look at her go! Do it, Mrs Jones!..."

"...Is it standing up yet? Work it faster!..."

"...Pull your pussy open, Teach. Show us some more pink..."

Suddenly Justin pulled her hand away. "Lemme see... Oh yeah - now it's standing up!"

How can my body be responding like this, she thought in despair. This is so awful...

Justin was peering even closer now. "Cool," he said. "It looks kinda like a teeny little dick." He reached out with his thumb and forefinger. "What happens if I grab it?"

"No! - Justin, you'll hurt... Aaaah!... Owww!..."

"Awww," said Justin disappointedly, "it's not standing up any more!" He reached towards her again, and then stopped and looked at Albie. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said resignedly. "My time's up - right?"

"Right, kid. " Albie got up and walked towards them. "But you still want your souvenir pic, don'tcha?" And he held up his tablet.

Oh God, she thought hopelessly. Is he really going to photograph me with every single boy?

"C'mon, buddy." Albie was looking at the screen. "Pose."

"You bet!" Justin grinned again and slid a finger back up inside her vagina. "How does that look?"

"Ahhh!" she gasped.

"Looks great, kid." Albie's finger hovered. "But I want you smiling too, Mrs Jones. C'mon - smile!"

Oh God, she thought - more evidence! She forced her mouth into a hopeless grimace. How much more do you need?

Suddenly Donna ran forward. "Nah," she said, "no one'll believe it. She's still got tears and shit all over her face. Lemme clean her up for you." Then as Justin sat there contentedly with his finger up inside her, Donna roughly scrubbed her tears away with a tissue. "OK, bitch - now smile. Smile real good. Make it look like you're really having fun."

She tried again. Oh God...

"That's not a smile!" Donna snatched up a ruler from a nearby desk. [Whack!] "I told you..." [Whack!] "...to smile, bitch!..." [Whack!] [Whack!] "Now fucking SMILE!..." [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!] [WHACK!]

"Owww!" she howled, bucking in pain against Justin's hand. "Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... Owww!... OWWW!..."

"...Oh yeah!..." The noise level in the room rose again. "...Do it again, Donna - we love it!..."

"...Paddle her ass, Donna! See how red you can make it!..."

"...This sure is more fun than book reviews!..."

"Oh wow," said Justin, "I can feel her pussy grabbing my finger every time you hit her! It feels great!" He moved his finger around inside her as she shuddered against him, then looked expectantly at the young girl. "You gonna keep doing it?"

"Yeah," said Donna nastily. "Why not?" [WHACK!] [WHACK!] [WHACK!]

"Owwwwww!... Owwwwww!... OWWWWWW!..."

"Oh yeah!" said Justin exultantly, pushing his finger in even deeper. "You oughta feel it!"

"Oh PLEASE!" she wailed, grabbing despairingly at her stinging buttocks as soon as Donna stopped. "How can I... how can I smile if you k...keep hitting me?... Oh God - PLEASE!..." She looked hopelessly at Albie, but he stayed silent.

"You gonna smile this time, bitch?" Donna waved the ruler threateningly. "You gonna smile real good?"

"Y...y...yes, Ms Donna." She stood there naked and crying, with Justin's finger up inside her vagina and her hands clutching at her buttocks. "Oh God, please - yes, yes, YES!"

"You better." Donna put the ruler down and picked up the tissue. "You fucking better!"

"Awww..." Justin felt up inside her some more. "Why didja hafta stop paddling her? That was cool!"

Donna scrubbed roughly at her face again with the tissue. "God, you're a fucking wimp," she said scornfully. "All the tears and snot - just from a little bit of ass paddling."

See how well you'd take it, she thought savagely. If the shoe was on the other foot. She winced under the girl's rough scrubbing. You horrible little bitch!...

"OK." Donna finally finished cleaning her up. "If you don't smile real good this time, I'll paddle your red ass round the classroom for fifteen minutes. That what you want?"

"NO!" She strained to force her mouth into a smile. "Oh please!..."

"That doesn't look too bad." Albie was peering at the screen again. "OK, Justin, pull your finger out of her a little bit. So we can see it going up into her pussy. And look at me and smile. You're both having fun, remember?"

"You bet!" Justin grinned broadly and obediently slid his finger out a little way. "How's that?"

"Got it!" Albie lowered the tablet. "That looked real good. I'll email it to you tonight." Then he stopped, and looked back thoughtfully at the previous boy. "Hey, Brandon," he said, "you want your pic over again? She sure as hell wasn't smiling like that for you."

"Nah," said Brandon, "I like it like that. It's gonna turn me on every time I see it." He grinned. "Poke the Teach and make her cry!"

Her face burned. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you filthy little...

"OK, Mrs Jones, move on to the next guy." Albie was already heading back towards his desk. "And start jerking off again. Show Scott what your clit looks like when it's standing up."

"Fuck," said Justin happily as she moved away, "I can't wait for lesson three!"

She shuddered but didn't reply. Then she brought one trembling hand back to her groin and started doing it.

The inevitable chorus started once more.

"...Work that pussy, Teach!..."

"...Hey, you're slowing down! You did it faster last time..."

"...How is it? Is it standing up yet?..."

Her face became even hotter. Scott sat staring fixedly at her crotch as she approached, with his mouth hanging open. "Oh fuck," he kept muttering. "Oh fuck!" He finally closed his mouth and swallowed. "H...hold your pussy open again, Mrs Jones - like you did out the front. I wanna see everything. Oh fuck!..."

Her face burned. She reached down with her other hand and tremblingly pulled her labia open, still keeping her finger slowly pumping in and out.

"Oh fuck," said Scott again. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" Then he suddenly jumped up and grabbed two chairs from unoccupied desks and quickly dumped them down beside his own. "Sit up on my desk, Mrs Jones," he said huskily, "and put your feet on those chairs." He licked his lips. "I wanna sit between your legs and get a real good look!"

Oh God! She struggled into position, wincing as her sore buttocks came into contact with his desk. Then she sat trembling in front of him, with her legs splayed wide and one foot up on each chair and her face burning. "Come on, Teach," he said impatiently, sitting down and bringing his face close to her vagina. "Pull your pussy wide open and start doing it again. I wanna see it all!"

She could feel her tears starting as she reached back down to her crotch. And I had such a good opinion of you, she thought hopelessly. I thought you were such a nice young boy! She pulled her labia apart with trembling fingers and started slowly masturbating again, with her tears falling even faster. Oh God, oh God, oh God!...

"Yeah," said Scott eagerly, "that's it! Work it just like that." He brought his face even closer. "Oh fuck, that looks good!"

Then as she sat there trembling and weeping and masturbating she heard Albie's voice from behind her. "Oh yeah, Justin," he said, "it's a good pic! Now all it needs is a caption." He paused. "Lemme see... Classroom pic number 2: Mrs Jones with Justin - Sex Education 101. Student really getting into his subject." He snickered. "Hey, Mrs Jones," he called across to her - "wait till we got another ten pics like this. You wanna put them in your resume?"

Everyone else laughed.

* * * * *

Albie finished taking the last photo. "OK, Ryan," he said, "that'll be in your inbox tonight."

Ryan grinned. "Great, buddy." He looked up into his naked teacher's face and pumped his finger in and out of her a few more times. "You sure you don't want copies, Mrs Jones?"

She flushed and winced and stayed silent. Ryan probed her a little longer and then finally pulled out. "Oh yeah," he said happily, "that was fun!" He reached down behind his desk and squeezed his crotch. "Like Justin said - I just can't WAIT for the next lesson!"

She shuddered again. Oh God, she thought in despair, what hell's in store for me now? Those damned instructions didn't say what comes next. She started slowly following Albie towards the front of the room. Stark naked, she thought again hopelessly - stark naked in front of my own class. With every damned one of them poking his dirty little finger up my...

"Hey - bitch!" Donna's hard voice came from behind her. "Where you going?"

"Oh God!" She froze, then turned and immediately ran back to the young girl. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Ms Donna," she gabbled, desperate to placate her. "I swear I didn't mean to leave you out, I swear it! I... I just got distracted when Albert took the last photo and started to go back and... and..." She trailed off and stood there, naked and wringing her hands and trembling violently. "Oh God - I'm sorry! Please - I'm so sorry!"

Donna sat there looking up at her, her face stony. "Stick your finger up your cunt. And jerk off. If you put on a real good show then maybe you won't get your ass paddled."

"Oh God. Y...yes, Ms Donna!" She quickly pushed one finger up inside herself and started doing it.

"Do it faster, bitch. If you don't want another hot ass."

"Y...y...yes, Ms Donna!" She pumped her finger in and out as fast as she could, frantic to keep the girl happy. "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh God..."

Donna bared her teeth. "That's still not fast enough, bitch."

"Oh GOD!..." She felt perspiration breaking out all over her as she tried desperately to go even faster. "Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh..."

"...Fuck - now she's really going!..." The class had seen a lot of her masturbating, but this was something new.

"...Oh wow - you going for the record, Teach?..."

"...Hey, how come you're doing it like that for her? What's she got that we haven't?..."

"Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh..." Well she's got a horrible vicious sadistic streak for a start, she thought bitterly as she struggled to keep up the pace."Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh..." And a blank check from Albie to do whatever cruel filthy things she wants to me... "Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh..." And an unerring instinct for whatever hurts and humiliates me the most... "Ohh-ohh-ohh..."

"OK, bitch." Donna's voice interrupted her efforts. "Take your finger away and show me your clit. Come round here beside me and pull your cunt open. With both hands, bitch."

She tried to blank out her feelings of shame as she did what she was told. What difference does it make, she thought hopelessly as she held her labia wide open in front of the young girl's face. I've already been thoroughly humiliated, so what more can you do to me?

"Hey, you're all red and swollen, bitch." Donna reached out with her left hand and touched her engorged clitoris, making her gasp. "You getting close to coming?" She started gently masturbating her. "You getting there?"

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, trembling at the girl's touch. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"You're a real fucking dyke, aren't you, bitch?" Donna kept slowly teasing her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. "First you do all that lezzie stuff with me, and now you're just panting for me to bring you off. You're a fucking dyke." She looked up into the woman's face as she kept masturbating her. "Aren't you, bitch?"

"Ohhhhhh!... Aaaaaaah!... I... I... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

Donna reached out with her right hand and pulled the trembling woman around to face the rest of the class, still keeping her left hand slowly working at her clitoris. Then she picked up the ruler and suddenly swung it hard against her bare buttocks. [Whack!] "I said: aren't you, bitch?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww! Owww!..." She jerked forward. "Oh God, I... Owww!... Y...yes, Ms Donna!"

"Yes what, bitch?" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww! Owww! Owww!... Oh God, I...I'm a dyke, Ms Donna."

"Tell all the guys. Tell them their teacher's a fucking dyke, who loves it when a fourteen-year-old girl plays with her clit." [Whack!] [Whack!] "C'mon - tell them!" [Whack!] [Whack!] [Whack!]

"Owww! Owww! Owww! OWWW!... Oh God, I..."

"Tell them." Donna waved the ruler threateningly. "Say it real loud, so they can all hear it."

"Oh God. I... I'm a dyke..."

[Whack!] "A fucking dyke."

"Owww!... I'm a f...fucking dyke..."

[WHACK!] "Say all of it!"

"OWWWW!... I'm a f...fucking dyke, and I l...love it when a fourteen-year old girl plays with my clit..." The tears were pouring down her face now. "Oh God!..."

Donna looked around the class, with her finger still buried in the woman's vagina. "Wanna see her come, guys? Wanna see your dyke teacher come?"

"...You bet! Wanna see it, wanna see it!..."

"...Fuck yeah! You gonna do it, Donna?"

"Yeah." Donna grinned again. "But I need a coupla volunteers. Two tall guys."

"...Adam and Travis!..." The chorus ran round the room. "Adam and Travis... Adam and Travis..."

The two boys came forward eagerly. "We get to play with her again?" asked Travis, looking greedily at her crotch.

"Nah," said Donna, "I get to play with her. You get to hold her up." She pointed at the naked woman. "You guys get both sides of her. Then each of you get one of her arms around your neck. OK?"

There was a brief scuffle, during which Travis somehow found it necessary to grab at her breasts as well as her crotch, and she finally ended up in position between the two boys. They grabbed one wrist each and held on tight, leaving her hanging and helpless.

"Great," said Donna happily. "Now get her out the front of the class. We gotta make sure everyone gets a good view."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she was dragged along naked between the two boys. Why did I think she couldn't do anything worse to me? The horrible little bitch!...

"Turn her around," Donna ordered, "and get in behind her. So all the guys can see." She stood in front of them and kicked at the woman's feet. "I want your old bitch cunt wide open." She looked at the boys. "Don't just stand there, guys. Get your feet inside hers and kick 'em wide apart. C'mon."

"You bet!" said Travis eagerly. Both boys slid her feet sideways until she gasped in protest. Then Travis reached down and groped at her gaping vagina. "Is she open enough for you now, Donna?" He groped around a little more. "Is she open enough?"

"Nah," said Donna. "Open her up some more. C'mon, guys, let's give the class a real good view."

"Aaaaaaah!" she gasped as the boys forced her feet even further apart. "Oh God, not so wide - please!"

"You'll be OK, bitch." Donna picked up a spare chair and sat down beside her. "Just as soon as I start playing with your old dyke clit." She shuffled the chair sideways, looking towards the class. "Can all you guys see OK?" Then she reached out towards the woman's vagina.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as the girl's finger found her clitoris again. "Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"You sure you guys can see OK?" Donna looked around the class again. "We don't want you to miss anything."

"...No problem, Donna - we can see real good..."

"...Go for it - make her come!..."

"...Work her clit, Donna - show us how it's done!..."

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as Donna kept slowly fondling her. I won't, she told herself, trembling. I've had enough! I WON'T let her make me do it in front of all these boys - I just WON'T!... "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped again, shivering as Donna teased her swollen clitoris. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhh!..."

Donna looked up impatiently at the two boys. "C'mon, you two - don't just stand there holding her up. You each got one spare hand. Play with her tits and her nips and help me bring her off."

"You bet!" Travis grabbed eagerly for one breast and Adam attacked the other one. "Owww!" she moaned as Travis pulled roughly at her nipple. "Owww!... Ohhh!... Owww!..."

"OK, lay off," Donna breathed, peering at the woman's crotch. "Cause she's getting real close now. " She looked up. "Aren't you, bitch?"

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, trembling even more as Donna's fondling brought her almost to the edge. She strained uselessly up on tiptoe, trying to get away. "Oh GOD!..."

Donna turned to the class. "See, guys? See how she's getting red and white blotches all over?" She smiled her sneering smile as she kept fingering. "Any minute now!"

"NO!... I don't want... don't want... Aaaahhh!... Oh God!..." She wriggled and jerked and squirmed, trying desperately to evade Donna's moving finger but it was no use. "Aaaaaaah!" she wailed, shuddering. "No!... NO!... NOOOOOO!" And then her body overwhelmed her, and she sagged slowly down between the two boys in her climax and her public shame. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

As the sensations started to fade she heard Donna's voice, viciously self-satisfied: "There y'go, guys. One dyke teacher orgasm. Full frontal."

"...Yayyyyyy! Go, Donna! That was great!..."

"...Fucking fantastic! You gonna do it to her again?..."

Her shame deepened as her breathing slowed. And then Donna's fingers were in her hair, dragging her face downwards and forcing her to look at her own crotch. "Take a good look, bitch," the young girl said roughly. She turned to the class. "I'm showing her what it looks like, guys. Her old man hardly ever gets her off, and even when he does they..." She pursed her lips and gave her best sneering imitation of a prissy teacher voice: "They 'do it' in the dark. So she's never seen it."

And so she stood there shivering between the two boys, with her face wrenched down to look at her own vagina, while the whole class yelled their approval and commented noisily on the most intimate aspects of her private life. Oh God, she thought, weeping, why can't I die? Why can't I just die right now?

Then in the midst of her wretchedness she realized that the boys were dumping her naked in her own chair, behind her own desk. She put her face down on her arms and cried and cried and cried. How can I ever face this class again, she thought in despair. Oh my God - how can I?

The raucous noises of approval slowly died away. "Hey," said someone, "that was fucking great. So what's coming next?"

"Waddaya mean, what's coming next?" Albie kept his face carefully blank. "That's it, fellas. Show's over."

There was instant uproar. Albie just stood there, waiting patiently for it to die away. "Hey," he said finally, "that's all you guys were promised." He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and started reading it. "See your favorite teacher teaching naked," he read out. "And get a chance to feel her up too. All for just $20." He looked around challengingly. "So what did I promise that you guys didn't get?"

She lifted her head up off her arms and looked at him aghast. My God, she thought, he's been advertising me. He's been advertising me like some kind of low grade sex show!

"Shit, Albie." A boy's sour voice carried over the general protest. "How come that's all you're gonna give us? You gotta be making a fucking fortune out of all this!"

"Oh yeah?" Albie's mouth twisted. "Did I tell you about the overheads?" He looked around the class again. "You guys think all this noise in a classroom isn't gonna get noticed? I had to pay off the janitor. Two hundred bucks. Which leaves me exactly forty bucks profit." He paused, letting it sink in. "So if you guys want more, you're gonna have to pay for it."

"But I haven't got any more!" The sudden wail of anguish from another boy. "Twenty bucks was all I had!..."

"...That's not fair - you can't leave us like this!..."

"...Fuck, Albie - we were just getting started!..."

The uproar finally died away. "OK," said a boy resignedly, "how much? And wadda we get?"

Albie looked at him. "It'll cost you another thirty bucks..." He paused. "And you'll get to do ANYTHING you want with her."

"Noooooo!" she shrieked in nude despair from behind her desk. "Albert, oh God - PLEASE!"


To be concluded in Part 8...

    

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