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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
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Slave Sister Part Five 
"The Raffle"
By
Norm DePloom
 
Fran reached between her legs and ran her finger 
gently over her protruding cunt lips.  It had been a 
full week now and she still wasn't comfortable with 
not being allowed to wash her self without her brother 
Dave's permission.  The thick viscous cum she felt 
oozing out of her pussy onto her thighs was deposited 
there by her brother just moments before during his 
regular early morning fuck.
 
Fran could hardly believe all that had happened in the 
week since her brother had slipped into her room in 
the early morning hours last Friday one week ago to 
rape her while their mother slept in the next room.  
As she reviewed the week she began to dress in the 
cloths set out by Dave.  She had been relieved when 
Dave told her that there would always be a clear 
message from him telling her what to do, like the 
notes Mr. Roberts, her history teacher had given her 
before he fucked her after class on Monday. 
 
She felt safer knowing it was really up to her 
brother, not the boys wearing the red badges, the ones 
with the "FF" in large white letters as to when and 
where she would fuck.  His original instructions were 
that she had to fuck anyone wearing one of those 
badges, anytime and anywhere they wanted.  When Dave 
gave her the amended instructions he admitted the 
first instructions had been to keep her on edge all-
day Monday so she would be primed for Mr. Roberts' 
attentions.  Although she felt relieved about the 
badges, she still felt concern about Dave's stated 
intention to rape and enslave their mother.
 
During their after fuck cuddling this morning Dave had 
softly talked to her about the efforts needed to keep 
each day more exciting than the last.  Fran 
immediately understood what he was talking about.  A 
week ago just pretending the fingers touching her were 
Dave's instead of her own was enough to give her a 
great orgasm, know being fucked by her brother, while 
still pleasant, was an everyday common occurrence.  
Well actually a several times a day common occurrence, 
but just being fucked by him no longer gave her the 
'ultimate' orgasms it used to.  On Monday when Mr. 
Roberts had fucked her after school she had been 
driven to orgasmic 'deliriums', now Mr. Roberts 
fucking her after school was just a part of her daily 
life, admittedly a very enjoyable part of her daily 
life.  She understood that the day would come when the 
rising tide of sexual excitement would peak, and that 
she would be condemned to spend every day of her life 
trying to reach that peak again.
 
Fran finished dressing and as she sat on the edge of 
her bed waiting for her brother to come for his 
inspection and last minute instructions, she pondered 
her newfound feelings for her best friend Vickie.  
Since she had told Vickie about her new status as her 
brothers sex slave, Vickie had taken every opportunity 
to kiss and touch her in ways she never had before.  
Fran finally admitted to herself that she wanted to 
fuck her best friend.  Fran was jerked out of her 
reverie when the door to her bedroom opened and her 
brother stepped in.  Dave sat on the edge of Fran's 
bed while Fran stood in front of him with her legs 
spread.  Dave reached under his sister's skirt and 
explored her cunt with his fingers then stroked her 
clitoris to its full one half inch erect state.
 
Dave slipped the same elastic band over her clitoris 
that Fran had worn to church on Sunday, but this time 
instead of supporting a small fishing weight hanging 
high enough to be hidden, it supported a tiny brass 
bell hanging low enough to be seen below her skirt.  
Dave worked her nipples until they were hard then 
slipped elastic bands over them.  Each of these bands 
supported another tiny brass bell hanging just below 
the bottom of her blouse. 
 
As Fran followed her brother out of her room and 
downstairs to the kitchen she heard the high-pitched 
dings generated from each bell with even the slightest 
movement of her body.  She knew from experience that 
the constant tugging and pulling on her nipples and 
clitoris would keep her in a state of near orgasm all 
day.  On Sunday the weight bouncing and tugging on her 
clitoris at church had been a secret.  Today every one 
could tell on what parts of her anatomy these bells 
were attached.
 
After serving her brother breakfast and standing 
beside him as he absent mindedly played with her pussy 
while he ate, Fran followed him out to the car for her 
ride to school.  When they pulled into the student 
parking lot Dave reached into the back seat and 
retrieving a cigar box and a roll of raffle tickets 
handed them to Fran.  Fran looked at the double roll 
of tickets designed to tear one ticket off for the 
purchaser and to drop the identically numbered ticket 
into the box.  On the top of the box was written "The 
Shave Fran Raffle" under that "25 cents per ticket, 5 
for a dollar". Fran did not have to ask what part of 
her was going to be shaved, and neither would anyone 
else who saw the box.
 
"If anyone asks you for more details," she could just 
barely hear her brother's instructions her face and 
chest were already beginning to burn with humiliation, 
as was her cunt. "tell them there will be six numbers 
drawn.  The first four get to hold down your arms and 
legs," Fran moaned and frantically tried to think of a 
way to get out of this. "the fifth person drawn will 
get to shave your pussy, and the grand winner will get 
to be the first person to fuck your bare cunt.  The 
drawing will kick off the second weekly 'Fran Fuck' in 
our back yard tomorrow."  Dave pushed Fran out of the 
car.  "Oh, yes, they do have to be present to win."
 
Fran walked across the street towards the school 
building trying to figure out which was more 
humiliating the tinkling bells announcing her 
available sex organs, or the raffle which she just 
knew everyone else had known about for days.  Her 
worst fears were confirmed when virtually every male 
in her first period Geometry class met her with dollar 
bills in their hands, even the ones not wearing the 
'Fran Fucker' badges.  After wading her way through 
the crowd of hopeful pussy shavers Fran felt both 
touched and betrayed when Vickie held out a five-
dollar bill.
 
"I'll take twenty five tickets please." Fran blushed 
down to her nipples having everyone in the hallway 
watch as Vickie bought raffle tickets.  As soon as the 
transaction was complete, Vickie leaned over and 
whispered in Fran's ear.  "Would you rub these on that 
sweet cunt of yours for good luck?"  Fran blushed even 
more brightly as the bell rang and she attempted to 
walk into class with out ringing her own bells.
 
Raffle ticket sales were brisk all morning, as were 
bell ringings.  Fran met back up with Vickie in gym 
class.  Fran approached Ms Marshall for permission to 
set out yet another day of volleyball expecting to be 
denied, instead Ms Marshall looked at Fran then smiled 
broadly.
 
"Why Fran what a unique idea for bells, most girls 
would be satisfied with having them on their fingers 
and toes."  Ms Marshall gently bounced one of her 
'tit' bells up and down a few times.  "Why don't you 
just sit out the class today, I wouldn't want you to 
have to take those off and put them back on again."
 
As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers 
Carla stopped her. Carla was the snooty sister of one 
of the boys who had been involved in her first gang 
fuck the previous Saturday.  It was the same girl that 
had called her a slut on Monday.  The girl's snobby 
friends gathered round them as she dug her hand down 
the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp 
wrinkled dollar bill and held it out to Fran.
 
"My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for 
him."  Carla looked around to make sure all her 
friends were listening.  "I really don't know why he 
would want to fuck a little tramp like you.  Much less 
get involved in god only knows whatever perverted 
little games you play with your brother." Fran felt 
like her whole body was on fire with humiliation.  Her 
hands were shaking so hard she could hardly get the 
tickets counted out and torn apart.  "Did you fuck 
your brother this morning, slut?"  Carla sneered as 
she took the tickets from Fran's trembling fingers.  
Just then Vickie came charging through the gathering 
crowd.
 
"You leave her alone you stupid little bitch." Vickie 
hissed at Carla as she pushed her away from Fran.  
"You're just jealous because you couldn't get Fran's 
brother, or your own, to fuck you if you paid them."  
The girl pushed Vickie back.
 
"Well at least I'm not a dike running around trying to 
fuck another girl." The focus having shifted away from 
Fran, she walked over, sat on the bleachers, and 
ignoring the hair pulling catfight starting between 
Vickie and Carla, began to sob.  

Vickie tackled Carla and the two of them rolled around 
the floor ripping their cloths and pulling each 
other's hair.  The smaller but scrappier Vickie soon 
had Carla penned to the floor.  Fran was distracted 
from her sobbing and started laughing at the sight of 
Carla kicking her legs trying to dislodge Vickie who 
was sitting on Carla's stomach pinching her nipples 
through her torn blouse.
 
"Get off me you fucking lesbian bitch" Carla shrieked 
just as Ms Marshall arrived to break up the fight.  
After sending Vickie over to the bleachers to 
'comfort' Fran Ms Marshall jerked Carla to her feet 
with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary.
 
"I don't ever want to hear talking like that in my 
class again."  Ms Marshall yelled her face only inches 
from Carla's.  "If you ever talk like that again 
you're going to be sent to the Vice Principals office 
for detention."  Ms Marshall winked at Fran and Vickie 
as she turned to gather the rest of the girls into 
volleyball teams.  Carla's friends gathered around her 
as she attempted to cover her breasts with the torn 
remnants of her blouse.  As they walked towards the 
gathering class the group paused in front of Fran and 
Vickie.
 
"'Big dyke' isn't always going to be around to protect 
you slut so just watch yourself."  Carla hissed 
glaring at Vickie.
 
"I hope not, next time I'm going to ride you until I 
cum."  As the group walked off Vickie slipped her hand 
down the front of her gym shorts and spoke quietly to 
Fran "Did you see the way that bitch was bucking under 
me when I twisted her nipples?"  Fran watched in 
amazement as her friend stroked herself under her gym 
shorts.
 
"Ah, Vickie" she reached out and put her hand on the 
other girls arm, "I don't think this is the proper 
place to be doing that."  Vickie paused in mid stroke 
and looked at her friend.
 
"For someone walking around with a bell hanging from 
her clitoris you sure are getting judgmental."  The 
comment's sting was tempered with a gin and a quick 
wink as Vickie resumed her stroking.  "I can't wait.  
Thinking about what's going to happen to you and 
riding that bitch while she bucked around on the floor 
has just made me too horny."  Her body tensed as she 
rocked back and forth, Fran could hear low moans 
coming from her throat, then Vickie relaxed and pulled 
her hand from her shorts.  She held her fingers under 
Fran's nose.  "Want to smell?"
 
Fran fained disgust even as she resisted the urge to 
lick her friend's fingers clean.  Her own swollen 
clitoris and nipples begged for attention. To Fran's 
dismay her new sexual slavery consisted more of being 
kept on the verge of orgasm than it did being fucked 
crazy like she had originally feared/hoped.  Without 
realizing it Fran had begun to flick her finger back 
and fourth on the bell string hanging down between her 
legs.  The gentle vibrations traveling up the string 
to her clitoris brought her closer and closer to her 
own orgasm.  Fran was just a flick away from cuming 
when Ms Marshall sat down beside her.  Fran almost 
screamed in frustration as she pulled her hand away 
from the string.
 
"Are you girls ok?" the Teacher asked them as she 
watched her volleyball-playing students.  Ms Marshall 
had not allowed Carla to change her blouse, and had 
assigned her to the volleyball court directly in front 
of where Ms Marshall was know sitting with Fran and 
Vickie.  Carla's face became a deeper shade of red 
every time she had to hit the ball, allowing her 
breasts to bounce into view through the torn blouse.  
Vickie leaned forward and looked past Fran at Ms 
Marshall.
 
"If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that 
bitch until she was tamed."  God, thought Fran, she's 
getting more outrageous every day.  Ms Marshall 
chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created 
by Vickie's words.
 
"Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?"  Ms Marshall 
gave Fran's knee a familiar squeeze as she stood up 
and walked back across the gym.    Vickie leaned over 
and whispered in Fran's ear.
 
"She's hot for you girl."  

Fran and Vickie stood up and under the malevolent 
glare of Carla and her friends walked out of the gym.  
The soft ding-a-lings from Fran's bells being masked 
by the sounds of a gym full of volleyball playing 
girls.  Being early for lunch Fran and Vickie staked 
out their favorite table under a large tree on the 
edge of the school's central courtyard.  Fran stayed 
at the table while Vickie went to the snack bar to get 
them some food.
 
Setting her cigar box and roll of raffle tickets down 
on the table Fran sat on the bench and slipping her 
right hand to her lap began to flick the bell string 
hopping to finally gain some relief from her 
unrelenting sexual need. Just as she approached the 
precipice and was about to dive headlong into orgasm 
two boys suddenly sat down one on each side of her.  
Each was holding a ten-dollar bill.  Fan reluctantly 
pulled her hand away from her bell sting and, as she 
began to count out raffle tickets, looked at each of 
the boys. She recognized them even without badges.  
They had both helped fuck her silly last Saturday.
 
As she counted out the tickets the boys each slipped a 
hand under the table and began to explore her wet open 
pussy.  Probing their fingers into her and gently 
pulling on the bell string.  With their other hands 
they bounced her 'tit bells' up and down.
 
"God, I don't know if I want to be the one to shave 
this cunt of yours, or to be the first one to fuck it 
after it's shaved."  The boy on her right said, more 
to the other boy than to Fran.  A tray slammed down on 
the table and all three of them looked up to see 
Vickie glaring at them as she sat sown on the other 
side of the table.
 
"Hey, take it easy, everyone will get a chance at 
her."  The other boy said to Vickie.  Fran blushed and 
a wave of humiliation washed over her.  Her cunt 
reacted by clamping down on the fingers that had been 
pushed inside her. The boys reluctantly removed their 
hands from Fran's crotch and, unable to stand Vickie's 
protective glare, retrieved their tickets and left.  
Fran, not sure if she really wanted to be 'saved' 
right know smiled weakly at her friend.
 
Fran picked up her sandwich then paused with it in mid 
air.  She looked across the table at her friend's 
mischievous grin.  Then smiled back at her as she 
spread her legs and felt Vickie's bare foot slide up 
the inside of her thighs to rest gently against Fran's 
achingly needy cunt.  Fran scooted forward on the 
bench and spread her legs as far as she could as the 
ball of Vickie's foot maneuvered in small circles 
around her swollen tender clitoris.  Fran's clitoris 
nestled comfortably in the cavity formed between 
Vickie's big two, her second two and the ball of her 
foot where it was protected from being over 
stimulated.
 
Fran and Vickie ate their food, grinning at each other 
across the table. Vickie's right hand disappeared 
below the table as she lifted her skirt and stroked 
her clitoris in time with her foot's circular massage 
of Fran's pussy.  They were alone in the almost 
deserted courtyard, Vickie put her sandwich down and 
slipped her other hand up inside her blouse to pinch 
and stroke her hard nipples.
 
Fran put her sandwich down and held onto the edge of 
the table.  As her excitement built Fran's breathing 
quickened, causing her 'tit bells' to ring and the 
bell attached to her clitoris ding-a-linged in time 
with the massaging foot.  Fran leaned her head back 
and a low moan could be heard coming from her throat.
 
"HhhhoooooGoooooooood" Fran moaned as she rocked 
gently back and forth pushing her self harder onto her 
friends massaging foot.  Every muscle in Fran's body 
tightened, her body jerked repeatedly driving her cunt 
against Vickie's toes.  Fran brought her right hand to 
her mouth and bit down on her knuckles trying to 
suppress the orgasmic scream she felt growing deep 
inside her chest.  With her other hand Vickie pushed 
down hard on the pit of her stomach as her entire body 
jerked twice more, then collapsed onto the table her 
face just inches above the remains of her sandwich her 
mouth open and panting.  She reached under the table 
and pushed her friend's foot away. 
 
"Stop, please stop." Was all she could say until her 
breathing returned to normal, then she smiled at her 
best friend sitting across from her, "Thank you " she 
whispered.  Vickie reached over and took Fran's hand. 
 
"Anytime." She whispered back, her own breathing not 
quite back to normal yet.
 
"Why, isn't that just sooooooo sweeeeet."  Carla's 
voice dripped sarcasm as she sat down next to Vickie, 
her friends gathering around.  "You owe me a blouse 
you fucking little slut."  Three of Carla's friends, 
who had moved around to Fran's side of the table, 
grabbed Fran while the rest of the girls pounced on 
Vickie.  With hands over Fan and Vickie's mouths, and 
ignoring their kicking and twisting the six girls 
looked around, then quickly carried their two victims 
behind the gym and out into the middle of the football 
field.  Even before they reached their destination 
Carla was tearing at Vickie's blouse.
 
"You owe me a blouse, and I'm going to collect it.  
With interest."  Fran lost sight of what they were 
doing to Vickie and tried unsuccessfully to fight off 
the three girls who were ripping at her cloths.  A 
piece of her torn blouse was stuffed into her mouth 
and held there while the girls yanked the elastic 
bands holding her bell off her nipples and clitoris 
then laughed at her muffled screams.  They elicited 
more muffled screams to laugh at by taking turns 
pinching Fran's tender swollen nipples.
 
Fran, to her credit, got in several good kicks and 
several of the attackers were limping as they ran off 
leaving the two naked girls laying in the middle of 
the field.  Vickie rolling over onto her hands and 
knees and crawling over to Fran put her arms 
protectively around her friend's naked shoulders.  
Vickie, gently rocking Fran in her arms looked around 
the field to see where they might take refuge.
 
"Dave's going to be so mad at me."  Vickie whispered 
seemingly unaware that she was talking out loud.
 
"Why would he be mad at you?"  Fran asked through her 
sniffles. 
 
"He told me to look after you and protect you, and it 
looks like I've failed miserably.  I was so involved 
in playing with your sweet pussy that I didn't see 
those bitches coming."  Vickie helped Fran to her feet 
and with her arms still around Fran's shoulders 
started walking her towards the nearest door to the 
gym.  "and I didn't even have permission to play with 
you." 
 
"Is that why you defended me in the gym? Because my 
brother told you to?" Fran came to a stop as she asked 
the question seemingly unconcerned about the 
possibility of being caught outdoors naked.
 
"No." Vickie answered franticly looking around and 
trying to get her friend moving again.  "He told me to 
protect you because he knew I would do it anyway."  
She pulled at Fran and got her moving towards the gym 
door again. 
 
"OH God." Fran stopped again resisting Vickie's 
frantic efforts to get her moving.  "Dave's going to 
be pissed. I lost my bells and the raffle money." 
 
"God, don't worry about that now." Vickie pulled at 
her arm. "Let's get inside before someone sees us."  
Pulling hard Vickie managed to get Fran moving again.  
Just as the two naked girls reached the gym door it 
burst open.  Fran and Vickie were engulfed in a stream 
of football uniformed jocks and swept by their 
momentum back out onto the football field.  Amid yells 
of  "Hay look what we got here." And "Let's have a fun 
practice for a change. "
 
After a hasty whispered conference among the team 
members the surrounded girls were ushered to the far 
end of the field and behind the grounds keeper's 
equipment shed.  There was a lot of touching and 
probing during the walk, and after they reached the 
comparative privacy behind the shed, the boy's closed 
in around the naked girls reaching out with their 
hands and touching whatever bare skin they could 
reach.
 
Fran, to her own surprise felt no fear at all.  She 
recognized over half the team members as having been 
present for the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck' as her 
brother had called it, last Saturday.  It quickly 
became obvious that the boys were waiting for 
something and the naked girls were not going to be 
attacked, at least not immediately.  Fran relaxed and 
enjoyed the hands touching her bare skin.
 
A hush fell over the crowed, and the boys parted like 
the Red Sea is said to have done for Moses.  Dave 
walked up to the two girls and looked at them for a 
moment.  Vickie stared at the ground unable to meet 
his gaze.  Fran noticed that he was carrying the cigar 
box full of money and raffle tickets. After giving 
Fran a quick protective hug and glaring at Vickie, 
Dave turned to the gathered boys and held the cigar 
box up like a treasure box. 
 
"It's ok." He pronounced. "The drawing will go on as 
planned."  Since virtually every one of them had 
purchased at least one ticket they greeted the 
announcement with a cheer.  Dave looked at the girls 
then back at the team.  "Well, it looks like I'm going 
to have to get some clothes for my sluts." Fran and 
Vickie both blushed clear down to their nipples.  

"Would you guys mind keeping them, ah, 'occupied' 
until I get back?"  The team answered with another 
cheer.  Dave started to walk off then turned back and 
spoke to the boys again. "Blowjobs only."  A groan 
replaced the cheer, but it was obvious that none of 
them would dare go against Dave's orders.  

"Oh," he continued, "would one of you gentleman kindly 
give the sluts a jersey to kneel on so they don't get 
grass stains on their knees."  Fran and Vickie 
received a shower of jerseys as every member of the 
team stripped his off and tossed it at them.
 
It's not so bad, Fran thought, I've already had most 
of these dicks in my mouth at least once before.  
Vickie had also had most of these dicks in her mouth 
at one time or another, just not one right after the 
other.  As the quarterback and tight end approached 
the two naked girls Fran and Vickie sank down onto 
their knees and prepared to welcome the first of many 
hard cocks into their warm moist mouths.
 
"Now we know what's for desert." Vickie whispered to 
Fran with a wink then turned her head back and 
engulfed the large hard cock waiting for her mouth. 
Fran sucked the quarterback's cock deep into her 
throat and ran her tongue over the shaft.  Without 
saying a word both girls had entered into a 
competition to see who could suck the most dicks 
before Dave returned with new clothes.
 
Fran kneaded the quarterbacks thighs and buttocks as 
she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth leaving 
streaks of lipstick along its shaft.  The team members 
were already near their peaks and it only took a few 
strokes for Fran to receive the team's first liquid 
offering.  Each hard cock stayed in her mouth for only 
one or two minutes before she drained its juice and 
moved on to the next one.
 
As Fran sucked her fifth or sixth cock she realized 
that it was sticking out of a pair of trousers and not 
a football uniform.  Twisting her head slightly and 
rolling he eyes up Fran saw the football coach 
standing above her with his hands on his hips and his 
cock buried in her throat.  Fran would have waved 'hi' 
to him if her hand hadn't been inside his trousers 
massaging his balls, after all she had not seen him 
since church last Sunday morning.  Every member of the 
team had left a deposit with either Fran or Vickie and 
they were lining up for seconds when Dave arrived with 
clothes for the girls.
 
"Come on boys, let's get some football practice in." 
The coach yelled, clapping his hands then blowing his 
whistle.  The team members reluctantly stuffed their 
cocks back inside their pants and headed out onto the 
field. 
 
"Help Fran get dressed." Dave instructed Vickie 
handing her a blouse and skirt.  Dave watched as 
Vickie helped Fran put on her two meager pieces of 
clothing, then he hugged his sister and sent her off 
to class.  Once she rounded the corner of the building 
and was out of sight Dave turned his attention to 
Fran's friend.  Vickie tried to stare back defiantly, 
but quickly wilted in the glare of his anger.
 
"You've failed at your assigned task, and disobeyed me 
by playing with Fran before I gave you permission."  
He paused to let it sink in that he knew about her 
little foot game under the table.  Then pulling two 
miniature c clamps from his pocket, Dave applied one 
to each of her nipples tightening each one until 
Vickie could barely keep from screaming.  Once the 
clamps were in place Dave gave her a skirt to ware.  
The skirt just barely covered her pubic patch, she 
would not be able to walk or sit down without exposing 
herself to everyone.  Last he handed her a small thin 
T-shirt to wear.  "Now go to class." Dave started to 
walk off then turned back to her. "Mr. Robertson will 
let you out of last period fifteen minutes early.  
When he does come directly to the student parking 
lot."
 
Only after she was alone did Vickie allow herself to 
cry.  He was right and she knew it.  She deserved 
whatever he decided to do to punish her.  Vickie 
stopped in the girl's restroom on her way to class.  
After peeing Vickie looked at herself in the mirror 
while she washed her hands.  The c clamps were clearly 
outlined by the thin fabric of the T-shirt.  I'm going 
to get that bitch she promised herself as she left the 
restroom.
 
By the time Vickie and Fran met back up in their last 
period History class, taught by the 'hunky' Mr. 
Robertson, Vickie's nipples throbbed.  It seemed that 
every boy in the school had been given permission to 
pull on the clamps as she walked past.
 
"Sixteen-fourteen" Fran beamed with pride as she sat 
down at her desk next to Vickie.  Vickie looked at her 
best friend with total confusion. 
 
"Sixteen-fourteen what?" she finally asked.
 
"I did sixteen you only did fourteen, I won."  It 
still took several seconds for Vickie to realize Fran 
was talking about the lunchtime football team suck 
off.  Her aching nipples had forced such mundane 
matters from her consciousness.
 
"Congratulations, I'm sure your brother will be real 
proud of you." Vickie answered with a bit more sarcasm 
than even she usually used.  Fran looked at her 
friend, her growing anger dissipated when she noticed 
the c clamps screwed tightly to her nipples.
 
"Is Dave making you wear those?"
 
"I told you he was going to be mad at me."  Mr. 
Robertson entered the classroom, and as he walked up 
the isle between the desks his hand 'accidentally' 
brushed across Vickie's throbbing right nipple causing 
her to bite her knuckle and rock back and forth in her 
seat to silence a scream of pain.  Fran and the rest 
of the class watched in fascination as Mr. Robertson, 
droning on about American history walked up the isle 
on one side of Vickie then back down the isle on the 
other side.
 
Each time Mr. Robertson passed Vickie he would 
'accidentally' bump her nipple on that side with his 
swinging hands.  Each time Vickie winced in pain Fran 
felt another gush of lubrication coat the inside walls 
of her cunt and leak out onto her already damp thighs.  
About half way through the class Fran felt a sudden 
wave of insane jealousy wash over her.  Every day for 
the last week Mr. Robertson had fucked her after 
school.  Every day Vickie had waited in the hallway to 
help her straighten her cloths and kiss her good bye 
before she walked out to her brother's car.
 
What if this time he wants to fuck Vickie, Fran 
thought in her jealous rage. What if this time it's me 
waiting in the hall to help Vickie straighten her 
cloths?  In her jealous fantasy Fran failed to notice 
her own hand slipping under her short skirt.  She 
almost thought the finger flicking gently back and 
forth over the tip of the clitoris belonged to some 
one else.  Fran was pulled out of her fantasy when Mr. 
Roberts grabbed her arm and pulled her hand out from 
between her legs.  She intertwined her fingers and 
held her hands together on top of her desk like a 
little girl trying real hard to be good.
 
At fifteen till three Mr. Robertson executed a 
masterful double strike on Vickie's left nipple as he 
'accidentally' hit it turning to check the time them 
'accidentally' hit it again turning to dismiss her 
from the class. Vickie, folding her arms across her 
chest in an attempt to support her tender abused 
nipples, failed to notice that her short skirt had 
worked its way up around her waist.  It looked like a 
wide belt leaving her ass and crotch totally naked and 
exposed as she walked out of the classroom.  Fran was 
overjoyed, knowing that she would indeed get the 
fucking she was looking forward to.
 
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Roberts dismissed every one 
else, except Fran. Without waiting to be told Fran 
hiked her skirt up to her waist and sat on the edge of 
Mr. Roberts' desk spreading her legs and opening her 
hot wet cunt for him.  Mr. Roberts' huge cock had been 
hard for almost the entire hour and he wasted no time 
pulling it from his pants and plunging its entire 
length into Fran's gapping pussy with one hard stroke.
 
As the entire length of his rock hard cock sank into 
her Fran wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her 
heals into his buttocks pulling him deeper into her.  
She pulled her blouse over her head and grabbing one 
firm breast in each hand offered her hard nipples to 
Mr. Roberts' sucking mouth.  Fran's orgasm started the 
instant Mr. Roberts' cockhead touched her cunt and 
didn't stop until she found herself laying across his 
desk in an empty room with thick viscous cum oozing 
down her thighs.
 
Getting off the desk Fran straightened her blouse and 
skirt then slowly made her way through the deserted 
halls to the door leading out to the student parking 
lot.  She could feel her history teachers cum running 
down her legs as she rounded the corner of the school 
building and came to a halt.  Across the street the 
student parking lot was teaming with kids.  It seemed 
like the entire student body had gathered there, 
sitting on care hoods or leaning against the sides of 
the cars.
 
Then Fran noticed her brother's car slowly circling 
the lot.  Vickie was naked and tied to the hood her 
legs spread as far as possible in a kneeling position.  
Ropes ran from her ankles to the doorposts on each 
side.  More ropes ran from he knees to the front 
bumper.  Her wrists were tied behind her back and 
additional ropes ran from her wrists to the doorposts 
holding her leaning forward over the front of the car 
like a living hood ornament. Long robber bands with 
weights tied to them had been attached to the c clamps 
on her nipples.  Once the weights started bouncing the 
rubber bands would keep them in motion pulling on 
Vickie's tender engorged nipples. 
 
The student parking lot was in need of repair and was 
well known for its potholes.  Dave drove his car 
slowly around the lot being careful to hit every 
pothole, keeping Vickie's tit weights bouncing and 
dancing pulling on the nipples and breasts.  Vickie 
held her head up high, and while there were tears 
running down her cheeks she refused to cry out or 
scream with the pain.  After two additional circuits 
around the lot Dave stopped his car and, after getting 
out, stood in front of his new hood ornament.  With 
deliberate slowness he reached between her legs and 
pinched her clitoris. 
 
Vickie spasamed and jerked against the ropes as a wave 
of orgasmic pleasure mixed with her pain and flowed 
over her body.  The watching students applauded, Dave 
turned and acknowledged their applause with a bow.  
Fran, in a moment of clarity realized that her brother 
was an artist.  His medium was female orgasms and she 
and Vickie were the canvases on which he would prefect 
his art.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



  
SlaveSister05