Helen sat alone in the dark of the Porno theater, upstairs in the balcony where
nobody else could see her. She had been here about half an hour, long enough to
get involved with the full length feature up there on the big screen. She had
already seen about everything, totally revealed sex up there, every kind of sex,
things that she had done and things that she had only wanted to try. Right now,
there was a pair up there fucking- a nice looking blonde woman, with a good
figure, who looked something like Helen, and a short, husky black guy, with a
huge erection. That rigid black cock had already been in this blonde's mouth
where she had thoroughly sucked it for him. It had been in her hot, humid pussy,
and right now was imbedded full depth in her ass. And from the look on her face,
she seemed to be enjoying it very much. Helen was also enjoying it very much,
the sight of the blonde's anus stretched around this rigid chocolate cock. Maybe
she had never tried it that way, but right now she would trade places with the
blonde on the screen. And no question about it, Helen was excited. She had
unhooked her bra earlier so that she could caress her nipples. That wasn't
enough. She had also pulled her panties down, and as the black actor on the
screen fucked away, Helen, with the dildo she brought along, matched him stroke
for stroke in her hot, oily vagina. Helen's problem seemed to begin around
Thanksgiving time, when she had a few days vacation from her job teaching
school, and nothing special to do with it. Her husband was away, as usual, in
California on some kind of business or other, and would not be back for another
week or ten days- she didn't really know, and as a matter of fact, didn't very
much care. Really, her problem had begun earlier, some months earlier, when her
relationship with her husband started to go sour. There was nothing special that
she could point to, except perhaps that they had been married for seven years,
and maybe he had the seven year itch. Maybe he had a girlfriend he saw during
all that time that he spent out of town. Whatever, he was not very interesting
or very interested either, and not a very exciting lover any more, that is, when
they got around to making love at all rather than fight. She knew that sex was
great fun, but it had certainly not been such great fun lately. Last time while
her husband was away on one of his trips, she had looked in the window of a
local porno shop, on Howard Street, noticed that there were no customers in the
store just then, and there was on the wall a large display of rubber goods. She
went in, furtively looked at these dildos, butt pluggers and the like, quickly
selected three different ones- a large pink one, a still larger brown one, and a
huge black one, took all three to the clerk- an interesting looking, husky black
guy, who stared at her with frankly interested eyes- but she shut him up, paid
him the money, and left. It was a short trip home. As she drove, her thoughts
were mixed. She had never used a dildo before, though she had masturbated plenty
of times, usually with a finger, though sometimes with a wax candle, and now and
then with an unpeeled banana. She had seen, a few times, some huge carrots in
the local Greek fruit and vegetable store, and now looked for them. When they
were available, she would take some. Now, she thought, she had a selection in
rubber, in different sizes and colors. Maybe these would offer her amusement and
pleasure- things that she was not really getting from her husband. The dildos
did work all right, bringing her to repeated heaving orgasms. She even tried the
smaller one anally, finding that tight, a bit uncomfortable, but still different
and exciting. No man had ever gone into her that way, and once she had thought
that no man ever would, but now she wasn't so sure. Maybe it would be fun to
try- especially if he was built like this dildo was- that is, not hung too
large. At Thanksgiving time, though, she was alone, bored, feeling a strange
kind of unknown excitement. In looking at the movie ads in the newspaper, she
found one that had promise. It was from a porno theater nearby, where she had
been a couple of times before, always alone. The ad said that the theater had
some new features, some excellent films, and something that caught her eye-- the
balcony was now reserved for single women and couples. She felt suddenly elated.
This was something to do, something different, something even dangerous that
excited her tremendously. She was going to go, alone, go up in the balcony.
Maybe she would even take along a dildo- maybe the smaller one. She dressed
casually, wearing a skirt and sweater, low heels. Certainly there was nothing
glamorous about this outfit. It did nothing to show off her voluptuous body, her
delicious full breasts, exciting thighs, her gorgeous, shapely behind. That's
ok, she thought, I'm not trying to show off for anybody today. She went to the
5PM showing, figuring that on Thanksgiving day that there would be very few
people there, and certainly nobody that she could possibly know. She bought a
ticket from the cashier, not really noticing who the girl was sitting there in
the booth. The girl, however, certainly noticed her, watched her go up the
stairs to the balcony, and with a laugh, the cashier picked up the phone from
where it was hanging on a cradle on the wall, right next to her head. The
cashier was named Karen Mills, a senior student at Helen's school. This
particular student had been in trouble a number of times and had been befriended
by Jim Seymour, the athletic coach. In Jim Seymour's book, he helped his
friends, he regularly fucked his friends, and his friends helped him. Once this
same Karen had seen Helen in this very theater, and later that night, while
lying under Jim Seymour, his large, virile cock imbedded full depth in her tight
cunt, she had mentioned seeing Helen. He had ordered her to keep an eye out for
Helen, and if ever again she saw her at the Porno Theater, that she was
immediately to call him. She got him at home, on the first call, and he promised
that he would be right there to take charge. Helen went upstairs to the balcony,
found a seat where there was nobody close by- only one couple anywhere near, and
they were seated six or seven rows in front of her. She very quickly got
absorbed in the film, was immediately excited with the nudity and the sex. She
watched one couple on the screen making love in the usual way, much oral sex,
some anal sex, two women together, all the things she had thought about but
mostly had never tried. No question about it- she got very excited, feeling
herself close to orgasm. She pulled her skirt higher- why not, there was nobody
to see, nobody was paying any attention to her. Maybe she would take her panties
down a bit- so she did that, too. And in a second, she had the dildo out of her
purse, her knees raised, her thighs spread, the dildo buried in her squishy,
humid pussy. That is why, probably, when the flash unit went off, almost in her
face, she was so shocked-- somebody had just taken her picture!!! Oh my, oh
shit!!! Who?? Very quickly she knew who. She heard a voice, and ugly voice. a
voice that she already knew too well. It was Jim Seymour, another teacher at the
school where she worked, a macho type who taught PE and coached the basketball
team, a guy with a bad reputation who had made a million passes at Helen, and
who had a habit of fucking around with the young girls- the Sophomore and Junior
girls who were impressed by his large muscles and were not turned off by his
total lack of any brains. Helen knew that she was going to have major trouble
with Mr. Jim Seymour, though exactly how this would come to pass was still a
mystery. She quickly pulled the dildo out of her, pulled her panties up, and
looked around. Now there was nobody to be seen- not another person was in the
balcony, and for a moment she hoped that she had imagined the whole thing----
but knew in her heart that it wasn't true. Now totally disgusted with herself
and a bit afraid as well, she went home. A bit later the phone rang. Expecting
that it might be Jim Seymour making his now-expected move, she answered in an
icy voice, and sure enough he responded. He said, "I have the prettiest picture
of you, Honey. I finally have seen that gorgeous pussy I have dreamed about for
so long. And now I'm going to see it in person. You're going to show it to me in
about fifteen minutes when I ring your doorbell." She was furious with him. She
detested this clown, and told him so. He could take the picture and shove it,
that he was never going to show it to anybody because having it would place him
in the Porno Show too and incriminate him. He answered her with a laugh. "For
that, baby, I'm gonna ride you rough. Before I get through with you, I'm going
to make you eat shit!!" At first she was simply angry and excited. But as time
passed she calmed down, thought through her predicament, decided that there was
not much he really could do and that hopefully she had nothing much to worry
about. So when her phone rang again, perhaps an hour later, she was rather
shocked to hear the voice instead of Mrs. Harvey Hudson, the president of her
local School Board, the woman in charge of the discipline review committee for
teachers, the woman who could get her fired from the job she really needed. Mrs.
Harvey Hudson was a force to be reckoned with. And perhaps the reason she was
that force, beyond the fact that she had a large, loud mouth, and was a major
player on the local School Board was her husband, a fundamentalist preacher, a
religious leader in the community, a large man himself, also with a loud mouth.
And together the Hudsons, husband and wife, regarded themselves as the voice of
authority in this community in all matters regarding morals. They knew that
there transgressions aplenty, they knew that every kind of heinous sin abounded,
and that the very leaders of this town were amongst the largest, most frequent
sinners. Every area of sinning interested the Hudsons- but nothing so much as
sexual transgression, especially in the deviate area. They knew about the porno
theater, and they knew what happened there. They made a point of driving past
frequently, watching while parked nearby to see what community leader might
sneak in, to see what he (or she) just might do there. As a matter of fact, Mr.
and Mrs. Harvey Hudson had themselves gone in- a number of times they had gone
in, so that they might see for themselves this evidence of immorality. Certainly
they did not go in because they had any interest personally in the filth on the
screen- the nudity there, the perversity, the fucking and sucking. Oh no- No
certainly not. If they watched, it was simply to gather evidence against the
workings of Satan. If in watching they got excited themselves, it was to be
understood, and a bit of private masturbation on their part was acceptable as
the price they must pay in order to do the Lord's research. Another thing the
Hudson's knew. That one day, a sinner, a true transgressor, would be delivered
to them for correction. They would do then their mission. They would correct
this evil person in ways yet unimagined. So that same day that Helen went to the
porno theater and managed to get herself photographed by Jim Seymour, that very
same evening Jim dropped in on the Hudsons with the incriminating photo. He told
them that he had gone there to be vigilant for them, had seen another teacher
there, and took THIS picture. One look and they knew that Satan's agent had just
been delivered to them for correction- for punishment and training, to have evil
totally purged from her in the fundamental way in which they both believed. That
night at home, both rested nude in their large bedroom, thinking about the Bible
and about Helen and about her delicious body. They looked at the Polaroid
photograph, her knees raised and spread, the dildo inserted in humid pussy, the
obvious approach of orgasm only an instant away. The Reverend Mr. Hudson, in his
most religious attitude, considered the photograph, considered the delights
shown, and held in his hand his huge, rigid erection, thinking of a hundred
different things that on an inquisitorial basis that he intended to discover
about Helen. This one was obviously deep into illicit sex. Well Harvey Hudson
would hear her confession, and suitable penance would be assigned. At the
thought, he almost went into spontaneous orgasm, his rigid cock now quivering at
the thought of the delicious, near naked school teacher , at the delights
already exposed in the photograph, and all the rest that he would surely be
seeing and enjoying-- all in the name of saving her soul, please understand.
Yes, there was a higher purpose in exercising and exorcising a sinner, and work
though it might be, the Hudson's would willingly participate. His wife, also
nude now, and her legs widespread, her excited pussy sopping wet, now excited
almost beyond redemption at the thought and the prospect, thrust a searching
finger into her moist, squishy femininity and felt the great joy of a heaving
orgasm, brought on by the pleasure of simply thinking about Helen's capture and
training- and of the pleasures that must inevitably follow. Verna Hudson's call
to Helen was simple enough. She looked at the photograph, thought about the
delicious blonde teacher, thought about the fun to be had in bringing down this
tramp, in reducing her to screaming, and pleading, in putting bright, flaming
red stripes, applied with consummate skill and delight across her naked behind,
in inserting large, painful devices in her most intimate holes, and doing all
this in the name of religion and repentance, of inquisition and inquiry. Verna
was very excited at the prospect--- and Helen was frankly terrified. She told
Helen that she was looking at a shocking photograph of her-- and that they
needed to talk about it. They needed to talk about it right away, like later
tonight, like at 9 pm, an hour from now. Helen was to be ready to be picked up
promptly at 9, that the limousine of Dr. Hudson would pull up at her front door
exactly on time, and that Helen was to step immediately into the back seat. Her
punctuality was required, was demanded, and any tardiness on her part would be
sternly punished. Helen gasped at that, at hearing about being sternly punished.
She had heard once that Mrs. Hudson had punished a student, a senior girl named
Amy Shaw, who had gotten pregnant, had an abortion, and returned to school so
that she might graduate. Before being readmitted, she was required to call on
Mrs. Hudson to be lectured. It was a very different lecture from what she
expected. She was compelled to strip stark naked, to confess in great graphic
detail what she had done to get into trouble. The lecture she got included a
very thorough spanking on her naked behind, applied by the strong right hand of
Mrs. Hudson. Verna had taken great joy in watching this sexy teen-ager take off
every stitch, looked at the delicious young breasts, the beautiful bottom. Soon,
Amy was turned up over Verna's lap, sunny-side up. And she did get her spanking,
applied at first with Verna's bare hand, and then using Verna's favorite, a
sturdy leather razor strop, only 16 inches long, but 3 inches wide, and
surprisingly wicked in effect. Verna did an artistic job in thrashing this
naked, teen-aged ass, painting it ten different shades of pink and red. That
part, Helen had heard. The whole school had heard about it somehow. A select few
even got to see the photographs of the delightful naked Amy that were taken that
evening. What Helen had not heard was that Amy's lesson was witnessed by the
Reverend Doctor Hudson, who watched the panties taken off this girl, watched her
hands fastened behind her back with twine, watched the strop frolic in its
furious dance across her upturned bottom, heard her cry when the strop first
flashed across her rump, heard those cries turn into shrieks of agony, heard her
beg for forgiveness and plead to be released. And when Verna had finished with
stropping her, tossing the leather down on the floor and storming out, she left
Amy for bigger and better things. The good Doctor Hudson picked it up and added
a few more strokes for emphasis. And a bit more, for emphasis. Finally, he
zipped open his trousers, took out a monstrous thick cock, separated the
exquisite cheeks of Amy's beautiful, fiery-pink bare ass, thumbed a thick wad of
grease into her anus, and ignoring her cries, her plea for mercy, forced his
rigid rod very slowly into her to full depth. Now, you know that the good Doctor
was really not at all interested in sex with this girl. You know that his
motives lie elsewhere. Yes, the good Doctor Hudson believed in religion and
education, and was willing to go to any length to insure that a student was
suitably taught, was willing to exert himself in the name of justice. And so he
fucked her delectably in the ass after her spanking, knowing that for it she
would learn, and eventually be all the better a person for it. This girl
returned to school, but for the first day or two, found it difficult to sit
still- in fact, to sit at all. The fact that almost the whole school knew just
why she couldn't sit still for a second- that did not help her state of mind at
all. So was justice done. The Hudsons, husband and wife, were prepared to
consider the case of any sinner, especially if the sinner was young, female and
attractive. That was the particular style sinner that interested them most. A
sinning young boy was not of any great interest to them. He could be simply
kicked out of school for a while as punishment for all they thought about or
cared. But Helen and her transgressions, now that was another matter, that was
interesting, exciting, fascinating, exciting. Yes indeed. In her case, the
Hudsons were prepared to think about sinning, about crime and punishment. Helen
had provided the crime, and the Hudsons would provide the punishment. And would
Jim Seymour be rewarded for bringing this case to their attention? Why certainly
he would. He had helped them before. He had found them another student, one
young but already schooled in anal sex. Jim had been rewarded. Given the
student's indicated interest in perverse fucking, Jim was allowed to use her in
his own ways, devious though they might be (and exciting to watch, since the
Hudson's had the entire episode on video tape, perhaps as protection in case
somebody might choose to protest). And of course, speaking of video tape, the
entire episode tonight, the stripping and spanking and training and punishment
of Helen, and ANY specific things that might happen, would ALL be taped for
future study and for reference. In fact, at 9 PM the limousine did arrive at
Helen's door. She did step into the back seat. There were two men sitting in the
car, one in the driver's seat whose face could not be seen but might have been
Jim Seymour, and of course, Dr. Hudson, sitting very tall and very strong and
erect in the back seat. She followed orders, closed the door behind her sitting
next to Hudson. She felt him pull her hands behind her back and tape them
together with some kind of strong, sticky tape. She felt him slide a blindfold
over her eyes. She gasped as his hands roamed over her sweater, feeling her
breasts. His hands searched up under her skirt, between her thighs as he pulled
them apart, his finger inserted full depth in her sensuous feminine flower,
teasing it and bringing her ever closer to orgasm. She had been totally
conquered. A short moment later, he had pulled her sweater up out of his way,
unhooked her bra, seized each thrusting nipple between thumb and forefinger and
pinched-hard. She squealed in sudden pain. His hands searched in his pockets,
removed a metallic device, and he had attached a stainless steel nipple clip to
each of her fully erect nipples. Their continuous, non-relenting pinching
embrace turned painful immediately, and she begged for release. "No, not yet,
not quite yet,", he responded. "We are going to have to hear your confession
first." The large automobile drove on, the driver silent as if in contemplation.
Helen was in pain, the nipple clips tightly squeezing her. But she no longer
begged for release, she knew now that it would not happen yet. She cried, almost
silently, hurting and knowing at the same time that she would likely hurt much
more as this evening progressed. The good Dr. Hudson, on the other hand, was in
no pain whatever. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying himself mightily. He had
captured this sinner, this sexual transgressor, and he meant to have her
interrogated, to know all the illicit details of her sex life, to be told by her
in full, living color, absolutely nothing hidden.. These she would be compelled
to confess freely, down to minute details. And when the score finally be written
down and totaled up, for all to see and all to hear, then some penance would be
assigned, some fascinating punishment and humiliation extracted from this naked
beauty. No, certainly she was not naked now, but just as certainly she would
asked soon to strip stark naked and just as certainly she would quickly be
persuaded and would be naked very soon. And while the automobile drove on, at
it's destination Verna Hudson awaited. Right now she was nude, deliciously
naked, and aroused. The two men had gone off to fetch Helen, and surely they
would have her here soon. In the meantime, she looked at her bare image in the
mirror of her dressing area, liking what she saw. She was 40, though often she
had been told that she looked 30. That did not impress her especially. She had a
good, strong body, quite tall and, if one liked abundant woman, well built. She
was very brunette, almost black. Her nipples, standing hard and erect, were
chocolate brown, as were the smallish aureoles around them. She had strong
shoulders and the arms of an athlete. Very good, large breasts. A small waist,
wide hips, full thighs, long magnificent legs, and a beautiful, very shapely,
very exciting large behind. Certainly she did not have a model's figure- she was
voluptuous in the true sense of the word, looked sexy, felt sexy, loved being
sexy, either with a man or woman, and if circumstances were right, sometimes
with one or more of each. She felt very comfortable with her own sense of her
sexuality. She had a catalog full of exotic clothing, lingerie ordered from
Frederick's of Hollywood, and selected from odd stores here and there on her
travels. Tonight, though, she was going to wear what she and her husband simply
called "The Corset". It could not have been any more revealing. It had a
Victorian, imperious look, like a Queen or perhaps a vicious Russian Countess
might wear. She was sure, absolutely certain that when Helen saw it, she would
instantly know what to expect. Verna knew what to expect. She was going to
conquer Helen tonight, give her a sufficiently thorough bottom basting that
there would be no thought, not for a second, of anything less than total
obedience. And then Helen would learn about eating pussy at length, and then be
introduced to the art of anal adoration. And then the men could have her, could
use her however they pleased. Verna had no doubts that tonight Helen would be
fucked, very thoroughly fucked in all the regular ways and perhaps in a few new
ways. And since Helen liked Porno movies, she should have no objection in being
the star performer in one. As a matter of fact, she was going to, like it or
not. Around one more corner and down a long, dark driveway, sheltered by tall
trees, stood the house- almost like a medieval castle, forbidding in appearance
as if its image almost depicted dark and terrible acts that took place there.
The car drove up this driveway, slowed, stopped under a dark portico. The
driver- now visible as Jim Seymour- opened the front door, stepped out. He
opened the rear door and let Dr. Hudson out, who immediately stepped through the
front door of the house and disappeared. Jim pulled Helen by the arm towards the
door, took her out of the car while her hands were still fastened behind her
back. He pulled up the back of her skirt, thrust his right hand down inside the
back of her panty hose, and squeezed the bare cheek of her behind. She squealed
in surprise. And screeched out loud as his finger tested between the cheeks of
her bottom, found her anal rosebud. The finger searched, slowly wormed its way
inward to full depth--- and stayed there. She heard him, in that icy voice, now
obviously delighted at being in control, say to her, "Now walk, cunt. Straight
ahead. You're going to get your lesson, and I'm going to help teach it." While
the finger wiggled in her rectum, she preceded him through the front door, down
a dimly lit hall to the rear of the large house, and into a room that obviously
had once been a library or a study but now had been refitted something like a
torture chamber. To Helen, the room was a shock, an indication of awful things
to come. But even worse was the sight, the other sight that she saw....The
imperious, dangerous, and very naked Mrs. Verna Hudson. Verna looked like she
had never looked before. She wore high heeled, patent leather pumps. She wore a
form fitting, obviously custom made black corset, that covered her wasp waist
and nothing else. Above the corset, her large, naked breasts looked at Helen,
their nipples so dark brown as to be almost black--and very erect. Below the
corset, Helen could see Verna's stark, black pubic triangle. She could almost
see pink lips there, and perhaps peeping out between them, a clit already risen.
And when Verna turned around, her full, bare, shapely bottom. She wore black
nylon hose, attached to garters on the corset. In her hand, she carried a
wicked, black leather riding crop. Her full, shapely mouth was painted with
flaming red lipstick. She on mascara. Her eyes were made up in an evil- looking
dark blue shade. She looked the very personification of evil, the very
personification of pure, unadulterated sex. She smiled, a satanic smile, and
said to the terrified Helen, "We are here together to learn a few things from
you. You, of course, are going to tell what we want to know. You are going to
tell them freely and openly. We are going to hear what you have to say, and to
help you with your confession. Where you have erred, we will correct you. And
understand this- you will confess- I promise you that." On a tripod stood a
Video camera, a red light winking on the rear panel, its eye pointed at Helen.
Her hands had been untied, the nipple clips removed. Her bra hang loosely from
her breasts, the strap unfastened behind her back. Her hair was mussed, unkempt.
And she was frightened beyond description. Both men stood at one wall, silent,
watching the drama unfold between the teacher and her captor. Verna, the black
riding crop in her hand, swinging it almost idly back and forth, looked at
Helen, a patrician kind of smile on her face. Helen stared at Verna, at the
crop, and at the black triangle on her mons veneris. Verna, her avid sexuality
displayed, implied what Helen would be doing soon. She would punish Helen for
sins real and imagined, and then take her, use her, humiliate her in marvelous,
delicious, hideous ways, require her to do base, ugly things, submissive things
that would acknowledge Verna's authority and Helen's acceptance, total
acceptance of that authority. But first things first. "Its a bit warm in here,
don't you think?," Verna asked. And getting no reply, slashed the crop through
the air, and asked the same question again. Helen understood. She stammered a
bit, but agreed that it was warm. Verna thought that Helen would be more
comfortable without the warm sweater on, and suggested that it be removed-- and
also the bra. Soon, the two garments lay on the floor and Helen was nude from
the waist up. She had no thought of even arguing the order, of resisting in any
way. She was ordered to remove the skirt, the shoes. Now she had no clothing
save her striped nylon bikini panties. Verna looked at these, snickered,
thinking that Helen would have some stripes to show tonight, with or without the
panties, some stripes that she intended to apply herself to that marvelous ass,
using this very crop. Verna walked around Helen, studied her body, her total
physical attractiveness, her lovely full breasts, her fully erect pinkish brown
nipples, that gorgeous big ass. She ordered Jim to remove the panties from
Helen. The camera recorded Jim yanking them down, Helen stepping out of them,
doing as she was told without argument, standing nude now before the others--
and crying softly in fear and apprehension. Her fears were not at all helped
when Jim's hand crossed over her mound, forced itself between her thighs, and a
finger fought its way into her vulva- to find, to his surprise, that it was not
bone dry but rather fully lubricated as if in excitement. He told her to spread
apart- and the camera recorded that, too. Jim attended to preparing her for
interrogation. Her hands were again fastened behind the small of her back. A
hair clamp was threaded through her blonde pony tail, a throng attached to it,
and that throng fastened through a ring bolt in the ceiling. She stood,
basically immobile, fastened by her hair. A leather leash was fastened around
each ankle, and each leash attached to the end of a spreader bar so that her
ankles were fixed about 30 inches apart. The camera looked at Helen, nude,
widespread, at Jim testing her tactile responses as he finger-fucked her. Jim
was obviously excited, his cock erecting in his pants. But he was silent. Dr.
Hudson stood in a fairly dark place, saying nothing. His excitement was
concealed. Verna walked around Helen, looking, watching the interplay with Jim,
also saying nothing. Jim moved up behind her, his trouser front rubbing against
her naked rump. She could not see, but perhaps he had opened his fly. Anyway,
she felt something warm and hard rubbing on her behind, and it would not have
surprised her at all if it was his exposed cock. But she was not certain. His
hands came around her, cupping each full breast loosely in a surprisingly
gentle, almost caressing motion, his palms lightly massaging her nipples- now
fully erect in fright and perhaps somewhat in excitement. He undressed, showed
her a very large, thick, and totally erect prick. Now he stood in front of her,
holding his throbbing erection in his hand, almost pointing it at her. By
bending slightly he managed to get the head partially into her creamy vulva,
though certainly not very deep into her-- just deep enough to have good contact
with her clit which he massaged with the large, circumcised glans. As he excited
her this way, and gently rubbed her breasts, she thought that she was simply
going to be fucked in this unusual posture- standing up with the man standing in
front of her. But no, Verna was there. Verna was holding the riding crop. And
Verna, without saying a word, slashed the crop through the air so that with a
sickening SPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTTT!!!! it cut ferociously across both full cheeks
of her beautiful naked behind. She screamed at the sudden and furious, almost
nauseating sensation. And Jim, at that instant holding both her nipples just
pinched them- not especially hard but hard enough to concentrate all her
sensations so that she was feeling this unusual combination of intense pain and
extreme pleasure at once in all of her erogenous areas. Long moments passed.
Jim's cock was in her slightly deeper than before- perhaps two or three inches,
but stable, not pumping back and forth, simply staying in one place, as he
continued his play with her nipples. The horrible, burning sensation had almost
totally disappeared from the crowns of the cheeks of her bottom. She was feeling
incredibly excited at this treatment, over which she had absolutely no control.
She was naked and being fucked by a man she detested, being spanked by a
beautiful but evil woman that she, if possible, hated even more, and being
watched by yet a third person whom she did not hate, whom she absolutely
abominated. And worst of all, that terrible camera was taking pictures of all
this happening!!!! And that thought, coupled with the sensations she was
feeling, took her close, remarkably close to orgasm. She would have cumm, she
was sure, except that at that instant, TTTTTHHHWWWWAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!. Verna,
to be sure that she had not been forgotten, had firmly cracked her again across
both cheeks of her bare ass with that awful crop!! Jim had not totally finished
his preparations for her. He stepped away, returned with a saucer filled with
something greasy, with red specks suspended in the grease. He took a gob of this
on his finger, found Helen's anal opening, thrust the finger in, greasing his
way as he went. Another gob and yet another went in. Soon, the way was
lubricated for the insertion of a thick, rubber butt-plugger, a conical shaped
dildo device designed to force its way past the anal sphincter and then lock
itself there. It went in with a bit of difficulty, but with Jim providing the
force, there was no way Helen could prevent it going in, and once it went in it
was guaranteed to stay in until forcefully pulled out. At first it was not
really uncomfortable, but as time passed, it did seem to generate yet another
burning sensation that seemed continually to get slightly worse. Now Jim stepped
back away from her, stepped back into the shadows against the wall. Dr. Hudson
spoke, also from the shadows where she could not see him. He asked her about her
previous sex life, small questions, intimate questions that no one had ever
asked. Each time he asked, she answered, trying not to say too much. And each
unsatisfactory answer produced a second question, much like the first. And if
THAT question generated an unsatisfactory answer, it also generated another
scalding stroke of Verna's fiery crop across her bottom. It seemed that the
questions were so spaced that by the time the awful sensation on her naked ass
would subside, another question would be asked that would earn her another
scalding shot. After her hot rump had been kissed by the crop more than half a
dozen times she was crying hysterically, begging for the opportunity to confess
everything. Anything devious was forgotten. She talked freely for the camera
eye, trying to imagine the answers that her interrogators wanted to hear, and
then telling that answer, no matter if it was true. No detail of her sexual
background, even back to early girlhood, was off limits to inquiry. She told
everything about early masturbation, loss of her various virginities, recent
infidelities. She told everything, in full living color, embellished in flaming,
sexy detail, as much detail as they seemed to want. They wanted it all. Finally,
she begged for release, she would do absolutely anything they wanted her to do.
They knew she was conquered. She was released, ordered to lie naked on the
floor, her legs spread, her pussy pointed towards the camera's eye. A dildo was
tossed to her, a thick, black, rubber cock. She was ordered to pretend she was
the lady in the film at the theater, to pretend that the dildo was her black
lover, to masturbate with it all the way to orgasm, to do it with abandon, to
hold nothing back. As a kind of joke, she was told that for the moment her lover
was Walter, the black janitor in the school. She was to pretend that she was
with Walter, that he was giving her the glorious fucking that she had always
wanted. She was to compliment him on his huge, black prick. She was to call out
his name, tell him how much she wanted him, tell him all the things she wanted
him to do to her. She specifically was to ask him to call her, to please come
over and fuck her. She did, as the camera watched and recorded, raising her
level of both fear and excitement which was already incredibly high and soon
bringing herself off with wild movements of her hips and her bottom as the dildo
fucked deep into her. Later, on instruction, she turned over, raised her hips
and showed her upraised naked ass to the camera, the blunt end of the butt
plugger in clear sight. Jim Seymour pulled it out, tossed it on the floor, and
handed her a much thicker rubber dildo, now lubricated with the same speckled
grease that he had used on her before. He reminded her that the lady in the
porno movie had been getting fucked in the ass by the black guy on the screen.
She was to play that part now, to fuck herself in the ass with this thick dildo-
again as if this was Walter giving her an incredible hosing out with his huge
length of ebony gristle. Now, as that whole part of her body was upraised, right
in front of the camera. Slowly she inserted the dildo, and saying out what they
wanted to hear- that she wanted Walter to come to her, to ream her out so deeply
that his marvelous prick would come out her ear. She stroked it deeply back and
forth. It was larger than anything she could have imagined ever fitting in
there, and it did hurt. She remembered thinking about Walter, wondering if he
really was this big, and if he had ever really fucked a woman in the ass, this
very way. The stuff in the lubrication was rather more uncomfortable now,
burning her in a strange way. She could not hold still, wiggling wildly as if
she were being fucked by a huge, hot iron. That, too went into the record. A
short while later the large dildo was taken out of her bottom and the butt
plugger put back. She lay on the floor on her back, her knees raised and spread.
Verna kneeled over her, the juicy black triangle just over her face. Helen
stared upwards, between Verna's thighs, looking directly into the open cunt just
above, a sight she had never seen from exactly that perspective, a sight of such
devious perversity, of such hideous sexuality that for the moment she forgot the
insidious burning in her rectum. Just then, all she wanted to do was to please
Verna, to bury her face in that cunt, to kiss it and suck it. Helen put out her
tongue on command, licked the delicious cream from that vulva, sucked the erect
clit. She sensed that Verna was smoking hot, that she would come very quickly.
So when Verna gasped, reached down and held Helen's hair and seemed to pull her
face even more tightly into her smoking pussy, Helen knew that the moment had
come for Verna. What she did not expect was that she had an orgasm, too, a
simultaneous orgasm brought on by Verna's response. For a little while, Verna
seemed to relax above her. Then, when ordered to open her mouth wide, Helen did
so without even thinking of refusal, without thinking of what would happen next.
Perhaps she was not even especially surprised when Verna's golden stream began
to flow into her mouth. She simply swallowed it down, a gulping mouthful at a
time, acknowledging by doing so that she was totally conquered, that she was
willing to eat with relish Verna's marvelous, demanding box, even willing and
eager to drink her new mistress' piss. And if there were watchers, an avid,
interested audience who saw this, and a camera that recorded it, there was no
help for it, she would do it anyway.
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