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Porterville High - Chapter 1.9
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Porterville High
Chapter 1.9
Amy was pissed off when she got home: that bitch
Princess hadn't even bothered to clean herself off before
she came home. Now she would have to clean the cum from
her asshole and wipe it away from her thighs; the taste in
her mouth was nasty, too. Still, she thought, it was better
than before, with Princess threatening to take over her life at
any moment and destroy her. Now Princess would only
come out when Achilles told her to; she was disgusted at
the things Princess allowed Achilles to do to her--how could
she like that?--but better her than me, she thought. She
washed up, feeling good for the first time in weeks; the old
Amy Sanders, the winner, was back.
Friday rolled around, and Maria couldn't concentrate
on anything. She had spent the last few days reading
various bondage books and magazines and watching
bondage videos, trying to learn the best way to torture her
bitch of a teacher, Ms. Sara Ellsworth. She had formulated a
plan which, she thought, would give her the most
satisfaction and her teacher the most pain. All she could do,
all day, was imagine what it would be like, punishing Ms.
Ellsworth until she screamed.
Jim spent part of the day down in the boiler room of the
school preparing things for Maria and Sara. It took a while to
get everything in place, but he wanted everything to be
perfect. He had told Maria that Sara was all hers to use
today, neither he nor Achilles would interfere. Still, he
thought, if what Achilles had told him this morning was true,
he wouldn't have to go without pussy while he watched Sara
get hers. He smiled as he thought about it and rubbed his
cock through his jeans; if Achilles had really managed to
turn Amy into a piece of fuck meat he was prepared to be
impressed. Besides, he had always wanted to ream out that
cold bitch of a teenager.
Princess met Achilles in the orange grove after school
as he commanded her to, wearing a short skirt and blouse,
and was surprised when he led her immediately back toward
the school from the rear. She was even more surprised
when he led her down into the bowels of the school, using a
key-ring of keys to let him past several locked doors.
Nothing, though, prepared her for what she saw when
Achilles led her into the boiler room, dodging overhead
pipes until they made it into a clear area. Before her eyes,
she saw one of her teachers, Ms. Ellsworth, standing naked,
spread-eagle with her arms chained to overhead pipes and
her legs chained to eye-hooks screwed into the concrete
floor. Two cameras, one facing her from the front from an
angle, and the other from the back at the same angle, stood
on tripods focussed on her and the janitor, a big black man,
who was running his hands all over her nude body.
Sara's eyes widened in surprise as she saw, who was
it, Amy, Amy Sanders, follow Achilles into the boiler room.
Oh God, she thought, not another one, but she also grew
more excited. She had known that today was not going to
be the standard torture and fuck day, since she had been
tied there for at least half of an hour and Jim still hadn't
fucked her, hadn't even hurt her. All he did was run his
hands gently over her body and rub his own prick through
his pants, driving her wild with desire. She could barely
move, though, chained as she was. Another girl,
though--she had never had another girl; the thought turned
her on as she watched Amy stare at her in surprise. Such a
beautiful young woman, Sara thought, thinking of what Jim
might have planned for her, for them, and growing more and
more excited.
Princess gasped and looked at Achilles, who seemed
completely unperturbed. "I've brought you here," he said
placidly, "for two reasons. First, to show you what will
happen to you if you ever disobey me. Second, since Jim
and I may or may not be using Sara today and her
punishment is sure to turn us on, you're here for both of us
to use. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," she said, and she did understand. Her
master was going to share his little slut Princess with his big
black friend: she trembled inside as she thought of it. To
watch that woman's debasement--she admired her trim, firm
body with its luscious curves--while being used by someone
she didn't even know: she shuddered in excitement, feeling
her cunt grow moist and tingly.
"Why don't you go and beg Jim to give him a blowjob?
I'll go and get the show started." With that, he headed
toward a remote, hidden corner of the room.
Princess licked her lips and, placing her hands behind
her back, walked nervously over to Jim: he was huge,
intimidating, the way he grinned down at her while he
absently tweaked Sara's breast. She moved really close to
him, feeling arousal rise in her sluttish body at the nearness
of such a man, and looked up into his dark face. "Please
master Jim, please let me suck your big, hard cock. Please
fill my mouth with your hot come; let me taste every inch of
your prick. Please," she whined one final time.
Looking down at this young white cunt begging to
blow him, Jim was amazed: Achilles had done quite a job
on her. "Well, little girl," he said, "take off all your clothes
and kneel in front of that table over there," motioning to the
side where he had set up a table for him and Achilles to
watch the action. He smiled as she quickly disrobed and
kneeled before the table. Giving Sara's tit one last slap, he
slowly undressed and then headed over to see how well
Achilles' bitch could suck dick.
Sara couldn't believe her ears: they may or may not
fuck her?! What was going on? They bring in this slut--she
couldn't believe how Amy was acting--and say they were
only going to watch? Watch what? What was going to
happen to her? She wanted to ask, but was afraid, afraid of
being hit and afraid of the answer. For the first time since
she had given into her passion for pain and degradation,
she began to feel apprehension.
Maria sat in the corner of the boiler room, fear,
nervousness, and anticipation struggling within the pit of
her stomach. She had put on her costume fifteen minutes
ago and put all her torture devices in a small leather bag;
now she was waiting, wondering whether she had the
courage to go through with this. If she could just have the
bitch alone, or even if she could just hurt the bitch normally,
but Jim had insisted she do it his way, with certain liberties
allowed her. She realized that Jim and the partner he had
talked about would probably want to fuck her: could she go
through with this? Then she thought about what Ms. Sara
Ellsworth had done to her: she had her raped by three
boys. It had shattered her life; she could not forgive that. It
was payback time, she thought, and a righteous anger filled
her: what she was going to do to that fucking cunt...
Anything was worth that, anything.
She was startled when Achilles stuck his head around
the edge of a large boiler and told her it was time before
dashing off to take his place in this little drama. She
breathed in deeply and stood up on the three inch spike
heels she was wearing, picked up her bag in one hand and a
three foot, very flexible, reed switch in the other, and walked
toward the center of the room.
The first thing she noticed when she stepped into sight
of Sara, Achilles, and Jim, was the brightness of the room.
Peripherally she saw Achilles standing naked behind one of
two cameras set up in the room, pointing it at her, and she
saw Jim, sitting on a low table to her right with his hand on
the back of a naked blond girl's head getting a blowjob.
These sights, though, were mere distractions to her; in the
middle of the space, standing tied spread-eagle, was Ms.
Sara Ellsworth, a look of shock and terror on her face as she
saw and recognized Maria. An expression of pure hate
twisted Maria's features as she squared her shoulders, set
down her bag, and strolled meaningfully over to face her
teacher.
Jim was sitting enjoying a pretty good blowjob from
Achilles' slut, thinking that what she lacked in experience
she sure made up for in enthusiasm, when he caught sight
of Maria as she strode out of the shadows toward Sara. She
was a vision of a bondage goddess, Jim thought, eyeing her
with deep appreciation and lust. Her legs were encased up
to mid thigh in high-heeled leather boots, making them seem
even shapelier and longer than they already were and
focusing attention on pair of small, leather panties with
barely covered her patch of pubic hair. Her upper thighs
and firm stomach were creamy olive in color up to her belly
button before the rest of her waist was cinched firmly in by a
black bodice which lifted and squeezed her overfull breasts
together and up, revealing the tops of her mounds almost
down to her nipples. Her face was the only thing which
jarred with the image of a leather goddess in his mind: it
was young, a fifteen year old's face thickly done up in harsh
makeup. Dark red lipstick brought out the fullness of her
mouth and lips; a base smoothed her already smooth skin;
heavy black eyeliner and eyelash thickener made her dark
eyes darker. Jim watched as she moved with the sureness
of a tiger ready to pounce, feeling his balls contract and
approach orgasm at the very sight of her.
Sara was stunned. Maria, Maria would kill her, she
thought. She was terrified of Maria; Maria had reason to
hate her, to hurt her. She glanced wildly over at Jim, who
only smiled cruelly, and then at Achilles, who was hidden
behind a camera. Oh god, she thought, don't let this
happen, as she tried to cower away from the girl she had
raped and broke out in a sweat.
Maria saw the fear in Sara's eyes and a feeling of
absolute power welded to joy flowed through her. All hers,
she thought, this bitch was all hers.
"Please," Sara whimpered softly, begging for Maria not
to do what she knew Maria was going to do.
"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled viscously, bringing the switch
down blazingly fast and hard against the outside of Sara's
left breast. Sara bit her lip and cried out inwardly, barely
suppressing a shout of pain as agony ripped through her.
"SHUT UP!" Maria yelled again, a fury overtaking her as
the pent up tension of her wait, and her hatred of this
woman broke forth, spilling over into a rapid series of blows
across Sara's tits with the switch.
<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
went the switch as it landed again and again against Sara's
breasts. She clenched her teeth as pain coursed through
her, each blow feeling like it was tearing a piece of flesh from
her breast. She finally screamed when Maria struck her
across the nipple, pain exploding across her chest and
darkening her mind as she trembled and shook against her
bonds. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she cried, "Please stop!
Stop! AAAAAAAAAAA!" as the beating seemed to go on
forever. Finally Maria stopped, panting in released rage, and
Sara hung limply against her arms for a moment, the burning
pain in her breasts seeming to spread across her entire
torso. She moaned as it reached her groin and she felt
herself grow moist: even this? she thought to herself,
trying to regain her footing.
Princess was happily sucking on Jim's large black
cock, not as large as her master's, she thought pridefully,
thinking about how debased she was. It excited her to think
that here she was, an upper middle class white girl was on
her knees servicing a big black stud like Jim--and he was a
janitor! Her master knew what he was doing when he
brought her here; she needed to be treated like this, like
some common whore. She heard the clacking of heels on
concrete and wanted to turn her head, but Jim's hand was in
her hair and his cock was in her mouth so she couldn't
look. Still, she felt Jim's excitement and clenched her thighs
together, feeling her juices begin to drip sluggishly down
her inner thighs, with the thought that soon he would fill her
mouth with come. She started when she heard shouting
and the viscous whacking sound of flesh being struck
followed by screams of pain, but turned her attention more
eagerly toward teasing the come from the cock in her mouth,
for she felt his cock begin to expand slightly in her mouth
and his hand tighten on the back of her head. Suddenly he
groaned and large wads of his come splattered against the
back of her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly, luxuriating in
the feel of his come sliding slickly down her throat. She
squeezed her legs together and felt the small bloom of an
orgasm rush through her body; it was so good, so good to
be doing this, to be treated like this.
Maria panted with exertion as Sara struggled to regain
her feet. She lowered the switch and, turning, put it on the
ground next to her leather bag. Opening the bag, she pulled
out a two foot long gleaming stainless steel needle, sharp on
both ends, which she held in the palms of both hands as
she showed it to Sara. She felt incredible: adrenaline was
coursing through her body, giving her an incredible rush and
exciting her beyond belief. She never would have thought
that hurting another person would give her such pleasure,
but hurting Sara Ellsworth certainly did.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with this, Sara?"
she asked silkily, holding the long needle before her eyes.
Sara could imagine a thousand things Maria might do,
so she begged, pleaded, "Please, please don't hurt me
anymore," all the while feeling the pain in her breasts turn
into an erotic throbbing which made her cunt run even more
freely with its juices. She was scared and in pain at the
same time, and it was, she admitted in the back of her head,
and incredible turn on; but she didn't want any more pain,
certainly not the type of pain she knew Maria had in store for
her.
She grimaced and gasped in pain as Maria gripped her
left nipple between her fingernails and pulled it away from
her body, stretching it into a small, dark red cone. She felt
her blood pound through her abused nipple and screamed
"NOOOO! NOOOO! OH GOD NOOOO! DON'T! PLEASE!" as
she saw Maria bring the tip of the long needle against the
outside of her breast. Her screams turned into shrieks of
pure agony as Maria slowly pressed the needle into her
distended nipple, piercing the flesh as she inexorably drove
the needle into her teachers nipple."AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Sara screamed as she
felt the needle tear through the tender flesh of her nipple
and, dragging the ripped flesh around its puncture with it,
tear out the other side, completely piercing the small red bud
topping her breast. She quivered and shook and tried to
pull her breast away from this torture, but Maria held her
tight between her fingernails, drawing even more blood from
the very tip of her nipple as they dug painfully into the nib of
Sara's nipple. The agony was excruciating, narrowing her
consciousness down to that one small, tortured point on her
body as she screamed her throat raw. Finally the pain
abated somewhat, dulling to a sharp throbbing which drew
ragged cried from her throat at each beat of her pounding
heart.
Maria released her teacher's nipple and looked with
pleasure upon her accomplishment: the needle neatly
pierced Sara's nipple, two thin streams of blood running
down either side of her breast to join at its base before
drying just before reaching her naval. The very tip of the
nipple, where she had gripped it between her fingernails,
was suitably bruised and swollen, with blood and fluid
oozing out through the torn flesh. She reveled in the small
cries of pain her teacher made, and looked up into her eyes,
smiling as she saw the agony and dismay etched deeply on
Sara's face.
"I'm not done yet," she said cruelly, still holding the
needle with her fingers, earning a look of complete terror
from Ms. Ellsworth.
Achilles was excited beyond belief as he watched
Maria sadistically pierce her teacher's nipple and heard the
screams of inhuman agony torn from her throat; he was
getting it all on tape, too, which made it even better. He
eagerly made his way over to were both Jim and Princess,
Jim still sitting on the table and his cock slowly beginning to
resuscitate and Princess still kneeling on the ground beside
Jim's leg, were both entranced with the theater going on in
front of them. He quickly grabbed Princess by the hair and
commanded her to stand up and grab her ankles,
whereupon he grabbed her hips and quickly thrust into her
sopping cunt, sighing at the feel of the soft folds of skin
engulfing his prick.
Princess was once again denied the sight of the
woman's torture, but the cock in her cunt assuaged that
disappointment. The scene before her had been so horrible,
so twistedly erotic, that it had driven her to another orgasm
before her master had demanded use of her cunt. She
heard the woman's screams resume and knew that the girl
was driving the spike through her other nipple, the sounds
of the woman's sexual agony bringing her even closer to
orgasm as her master's cock pounded her furiously from
behind, almost knocking her over with each thrust, only
holding her up with the firm grip his hands had on her hips.
Maria stepped back and viewed her handiwork, her
cunt moist and slick from her exertions. Both Sara's nipples
were pierced through with the single, long needle, the
weight of which dragged both her breasts down slightly.
Two thin trails of blood, coming from each of her nipples,
had dried against her skin just before reaching her belly
button. The bitch herself was quivering in pain as she tried
to maintain her balance, low moans of agony coming from
her throat each time her shaking body made her breasts
swing even a little bit.
Turning back to her bag, Maria pulled out a thin cord
and tied it tight to the center of the needle, between Sara's
breasts, and, feeding out line, walked about ten feet away
draped the other end of the cord over a pipe about head
high. Slowly she pulled the cord tight, earning a long, drawn
out moan from her teacher, until the bitch's breasts were
distended into fleshy cones, the point of piercing of each
nipple beginning to bleed again under the tension of the
rope. Maria pulled it a little tighter then quickly tied it off.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Sara moaned as she
felt her breasts stretched into fleshy cones of meat; it felt like
her nipples were going to be ripped off by the pressure. The
agony of the torture of her breasts had spread throughout
her body, which was tense and sweating with strain, making
her cunt burn with need. She couldn't help it; the worse the
pain became, the more her pussy demanded released, and
now it was burning with a need more torturous than the
piercing of her nipples, her juice slicking the insides of her
thighs and dripping off from the sides of her knees to form a
small puddle on the ground between her legs."Please,
please touch me," she begged as Maria returned carrying a
curious black box with a dial connected to three long wires
ending in small clamps.
"Oh, the whore wants to come?" Maria spat
sarcastically, turning to her audience. "Do you think this
cunt deserves that pleasure? Well I don't." It was better
than she imagined; she had thought she only wanted to
torture the bitch, but making her beg for sex while she
inflicted torture after torture upon her was even better. She
felt a thrill of excitement as she clipped one of the clamps to
the end of the needle through Sara's nipples and another
clamp through the other end. The third clamp she held up
before the bitch's eyes and smiled before kneeling down
right in front of her gaping, dripping pussy. Placing her
fingers just on the outside of the front of her snatch, Maria
pulled her labia apart, exposing Sara's clit, glistening with
lubrication. She quickly snapped the clip onto her teacher's
clit and received a satisfactory shuddering in response.
Oh god, Sara thought as the clamp closed tightly over
her clit, sending more shooting pain through her body, it
had almost brought her off. A little more and she would
have come: how she needed to come! She hung her head
and strained against her chains, trying to bring herself off,
but it was no use. She looked up and saw Maria standing
before her holding four stick pins, having set the black box
down on the ground in front of her. She saw her tormentor
kneel down and suddenly turn the dial on the box, and she
immediately felt its results. It felt like a thousand tiny mules
were kicking her nipples, breasts, clit, and cunt as the
electricity flowed into her body. It thrummed through her
sex and breasts, slowly increasing as Maria turned the dial.
Her whole body tensed to the pounding of the current and
the throbbing of her blood in her ears. She closed her eyes
as the current transformed all the pain in her body, turning it
an agonizingly heightened sensation coursing across her
nerves.
She screamed as a sharp, tearing pain hit her breast,
looking to see Maria driving one of her pins down into the
flesh of her breast. Again the pain in her breast as Maria
drove another pin into her; and again with her other breast.
Now her vision was fading into and out of black as the
sensations engulfing her body overwhelmed her: they were
not pain and they were not pleasure, just an unbearable
screaming of tortured nerves. Her whole body shook under
the barrage of electricity, her legs and stomach tense. The
fourth pin entered her breast near the nipple, and she
screamed, not hearing her own voice, as she finally lost
control of her bladder, her warm urine splattering on the floor
and sprinkling her feet, ankles, and calves. Far away, she
felt hands on her shoulders--she was floating in an agony of
sensation--and she felt a deep thumping at her pelvis as
Maria kneed her in the groin. <Thump> <Thump> <Thump>
the knee pounded her sex, and she shrieked like a lost soul
as a hot, blistering wind swept through her tormented body,
originating from her cunt and coursing across the raw
nerves of her body, sending her thrashing against her
bonds in an orgasm of pain. She shrieked and shrieked,
completely engulfed by this unbearable sensation which was
both agony and ecstacy, before darkness clouded her
vision and she fell heavily against her bonds, hanging from
her arms in oblivion.
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