Disciplined mother

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Eaghghhgbhhh! No! No! Take it out, take it out!"

The pain was excruciating, worse than the whipping Krystal had been forced to submit to. She had been told about losing her cherry, about the tearing agony all women had to go through. But Krystal had pushed those stories to one side. It was something to think about later. Later had come now, and she writhed helplessly against the bench, her cunt divided, her pussy split by that horrid prick.

His cockhead was pressing hard up against her cherry, tearing it away. Shouting, feeling as if she would die, Krystal curled her toes until they cramped. Her cunt was stretching agonizingly, the throbbing knifing into her brain.

"Eaghghghghhh! No! Oh God, no, no, no!"

Krystal felt him puffing back, the elastic itchy walls of her pussy shrinking together once more. The girl cried out a third time, her pussy muscles cinching down tight, cramping around his cock.

"Relax, damn it! You've got to relax or it's gonna kill you!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Fucked to death! She could just imagine being roped here, fucked to death! When Krystal still didn't relax, Mike slapped her several times across the face, reaching down and pinching her nipples hard between his fingers until he had her yelping with agony. She arched her spine as much as she could, banging her head against the bench, screeching for mercy. None came. There was only more pain, more slapping, more pinching until the girl thought she would faint from the pain.

"Please… please, don't… don't do this to me!"

Mike shoved back in, smoothing his fingers along her outer labes.

"Yaghghghhhhhh!"

He had done it! Krystal's face blanched, her mouth opened as his cock bloodied itself down into her cunt. He poled all eight inches of his fuckmeat into her, his hands braced on either side of her tormented body.

"Ohhhh… uhhhhhh, this is… is awful! Oh please, please, don't hurt me any more! Oh no, no, noooo!"

To add to her pain, Mike had brought two large clamps, clothespin-like devices he now opened and snapped shut on her nipples. Krystal screamed again, feeling the steel teeth of these devices nibbling away at her tit tips. There were small weights attached to the ends, puffing her tits away from her chest.

Mike reached down, tugging at them, pulling at the clamps until Krystal screamed and shouted for him to stop! The girl was sure he would tear her flesh with that awful pulling.

"Yeah, come on, bitch! Tell me about how much it hurts you! You can't get enough of something like that in your cunt, and you're complaining that it's killing you, right?"

Mike jerked at the weights again, watching as they distended her nipples. Krystal looked down, watching as the awful things nearly ripped her flesh. The pain around her tits took away her concentration from around her cunt. It was only when Mike began pulling his cock out, then shoving it back in that Krystal again felt the stretching pain in her pussy.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

Krystal sobbed with shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, dragged to this spot by her mother, mistaken for some kind of juvenile delinquent. Oh no, she had to be shamed by this man, this horrible man who had ripped her cherry apart, clamped her nipples and now was fucking her and making her feel something very strange happening around her cunt. The tight, narrow, formerly unused hole inside her was slowly getting bigger, getting wetter and wetter as his fat cock screwed into her.

"Aghhhhhh!"

Again, her cuntal muscles cinched down, making her cry in pain. It was as if Mike were tearing her body right down the middle as one would tear tissue. She felt as if she were being impaled on a pole and it would ram all the way up to her heart. The girl couldn't believe her body could handle all that cockmeat!

"Uh!"

Mike shoved back, then thrust in once more, his belly slapping wetly against her body. He was tugging at the ropes, tightening them against her flesh, then pulling at the weights and watching Krystal's agonized expression, the result from the pain. When she tried screaming again, he slapped her, knocking the wind from her lungs. The girl screamed and shrieked, feeling her face become covered with a wash of perspiration. Writhing helplessly under the attack, all Krystal could do was take his brutality and hope it would soon end.

"Oh man, man, nice and hot and tight! Jesus, you've got a hungry little cunt there, Krystal. And my cock fits in it just right!"

"Oh, oh, nooooooo!"

Her cries bounced off the wall, ringing in her ears while he started fucking her harder and faster. The hot searing pain blinded her to everything. All the girl could do was flex her crotch muscles, trying to loosen her pussy with that movement so the fucking wouldn't be so painful. In a few moments, the girl felt her movements take effect. Her cuntal walls were growing more and more hot and wet, the membranes stretching to accommodate the massive prick chugging through her pussy. Krystal wriggled her ass over the bench, feeling the splinters again. But this time the pricking was welcomed, the sensation sending feelings of lust racing through her.

"Oh, ohhh!"

What was happening to her? The whipping? The ropes? The pissing scene? And now this bondage honor with him fucking her on the bench while her legs were chained widely apart to opposite walls! And yet, and yet, Krystal felt nothing but lust, nothing but delight now as he was fucking her pussy with a steady in-and-out movement. Instead of the cries of agony that had escaped her lips before, now only lusty little grunts of pleasure came out. She licked her lips, far from fighting Mike any longer.

"You rat's ass bitch!" he said, pulling back and looking down at the twisting blonde teen. "You're so Goddamned hot you could burn off my prick. And you puttin' on that act about being such a fuckin' virgin," Mike growled, completely out of control. He had dropped his slower-paced formal voice, acting like a truck driver while fucking Krystal half-senseless.

"Fuck me, fuck me!"

She didn't care what he thought of her at this point. Her sex-drive was at high-pitch, her ass hot for him, her pussy running with juice that wet down her cuntal hair. Fucking! That was what she was living for. Her snatch burned for the big stud. Deflowered, her cherry ripped only moments ago, Krystal wanted this man more than anything else she had ever wanted in the world!

"Yeah, bitch. You're gonna get fucked. But not by me – at least, not right now!"

"No, no, don't pull it out! Noooo!"

Krystal made a wincing face, tugging at the wrist bonds until her muscles bulged against her sweaty-damp flesh. No! She had to have that hot hard thing in her, spreading her itchy, achey cuntal walls apart, searching down in the hot, smooth depths of her cunt.

"Too bad, Krystal. That's the way, you little slut! That's the way!"

"Uh… huhhhhhh!"

She could feel his fat cockhead pulling out slowly, the double lobes tugging at her convulsing cuntal muscles. They shivered at the touch of his prickhead, gobs of juice running down her asscheeks like lava. Thea, with a small squishy pop, Mike was free of her cunt.

The girl jerked her head from left to right, grinding up her ass hungrily as much as she could, silently begging the man for more. She was in high rut now, her belly muscles tightening, the cords sticking out from her throat while strands of blonde hair clung to her hot, damp cheeks.

Krystal wanted that prick. Oh God, she wanted it slipping back into her, scratching that achey itch that was driving her mindless! How could he do something like this to her? How could he leave her this… this abandoned! Krystal let out another cry, tugging at the straps holding her legs apart, able to feel the rub of her cuntlips against one another and her cunt from the violent, restricted moves. Still, it was no substitute for that wonderful fucking Mike had been giving her!

"Here. Here's something for you, something a whore like you deserves!"

Krystal looked through lust-slitted eyes, seeing him holding what appeared to be a cock. It was a dildo, a long whitish pink thing with tiny spikes sticking out on all sides. A small crank was at the bottom, a crank which the big stud began now turning.

"Ohh… oh God!"

There had to be some steel inner core or something inside the dildo. It was warped, making the latex cock twist and bend in various grotesque ways. At the same time, the tiny spikes moved in and out variously, their pistonlike movement depending upon the speed of the turning crank.

"Like that? Would you like something like this better than having my cock in you?" Mike teased, holding the dildo right next to his still hard cock.

"I wanna cock! Wanna cock," she said under her breath, her eyes rounded in horrified surprise as she studied the dildo.

"You'll get it… like this first, though," Mike said, bending down and sliding under her legs.

Krystal jerked her legs, snapping her head back, banging her skull against the rear bench. Her ass hung there teasingly, invitingly, begging to have something like that terrible dildo slipped into it. Mike rubbed his right forefinger along her cuntlips, seeing she was slicked down enough for the grotesque fucking. Holding the sides of the dildo with his left hand, he turned the crank with his right, sliding the thing into the teen's pussy.

"Eaghghghhghhghhhhh!"

Krystal jerked both arms and legs, the straps cutting deeply into her flesh. It was horrible, painful! He would tear her apart with that thing. She tried twisting her body off the bench, but the center strap tugged painfully at her belly, knocking the wind from her lungs. Again, he slipped another inch into her pussy, twisting the crank and making these tiny spikes bite into her cuntal walls. Krystal screamed out again, swearing he was ripping her pussy apart with the dildo.

"No, oh God, no… uhhhh, oh please, please, you'll kill me with that."

She couldn't even give it a name. Krystal only knew it hurt her terribly. And now he was turning that crank faster, making the dildo twist around and nudge her cuntal walls. He kept it buried halfway in her pussy now, letting her pussy contract and impale itself on those sharp little spikes. The more Krystal tried to control herself, to keep her cunt from snapping down on that thing, the more itchy her pussy seemed to get and the harder those muscles contracted in spasms.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Then he began moving it, raking those spikes over her cuntal walls, tilting the dildo up so they bit into her clit. Krystal yammered for mercy again, her movements making the bench under her move.

"Christ! You'll take anything up your Goddamned cunt, won't you? Fuckin' slut!"

Krystal felt herself getting closer and closer to that moment of insanity, that wonderful time when she knew all those moments of pain and humiliation would pay off. Mike was going to make her cum! Oh yes, with that thing rodding her, tearing at her, biting her, she was going to cum and cum hard. Arching her spine once more, the girl pressed her belly hard against the center strap, her fingers curling and the nails creasing her sweaty-damp palms. She looked up; a dumb, hard-staring look at the ceiling. The single overhead light seemed suddenly to blow to pieces, becoming a brightly colored rainbow.

"Uhhhh… ahhhhhhh!"

There. It was there! She was nearly over the edge. Mike saw this and slowed the movements, making sure the tiny spikes raked continually over her cunt. Krystal felt herself falling through a strange dark world, her cunt clamping down killingly on that spiked dildo while the spasms exploded though her pussy.

"Eaghghhghgh!"

Her body writhed and jerked, as if she'd been struck by a lightning bolt. Mike had a difficult time keeping the dildo in her cunt as she swiveled and pitched her ass against the bench. It was a wonderful, all-encompassing feeling as the flames of incredible delight licked up her thighs and into her cunt.

"Uhhhh… oh God, God, I'm… I'm going to cum… I'm making it!"

Krystal had never felt anything like that before in her life! She thrashed against her bonds like a madwoman, the pain and restraint around her wrists and ankles gone while her cunt exploded again and again in white flashes of searing heat.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

How long it had gone on for, Krystal didn't know. Slowly, she felt herself coming back down, her cunt slackening, the muscles around her thighs relaxing while her body sagged back down against the bench. Mike was straddling her now, his fingers working around his cockhead. That awful dildo was still rammed down her pussy, the spikes biting into her cuntal walls.

"Now it's my turn."

With those simple words, he jammed his cock into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head back. There had been no warning, no preparation. Krystal gagged, horror reeling through her mind as her jaw spread achingly for the big cock. She felt the shame of doing something like this nearly as intensely as she felt the fat head of his prick poling against her cheeks. He was ready to cum! She could taste something bleachy, something salty and instinctively knew it was his cum bubbling from that slit, his cum about to wash down her throat.

"Mmmmfmfmfmfffffff!"

Mike squatted down a little more, his ass resting against her tits while he throat-fucked the bawling teen. Krystal coughed, gasping for air, trying to widen her jaws to accommodate that much cockmeat. Her lips rubbed along the heavily veined sides of Mike's cock. There! He'd pulled out enough for her to cough again, grab another lungful of air and hold it.

"Man, oh man, bitch, gonna do it! Gonna fill that little throat with my spunk!"

He had both hands in her hair now, jerking her head up and down, tearing the strands from her scalp while squatting on her face and feeding her those thick hot inches of his prick meat. Krystal felt his heavy balls slapping again and again against her chin. Mike was bouncing fast, making grunting sounds, sweat streaking his chest while he pounded her face with his groin. She thought she would surely pass out from all the sensation, from the beating she was receiving.

And then… and then she felt the first salty squirt jet up against the back of her throat. She curled her fingers, scraping her nails against the wooden bench seat while coughing violently.

"Swallow it, bitch! Come on, Krystal, take my cum and swallow it!"

Krystal felt she had no choice. Working her throat muscles, the helpless blonde teen began taking in all the cum; feeling the white slime ooze down her throat while more and more splattered on her face, letting his prick muscles do all the work. At times he almost caressed her, moving his fingers over scalp, occasionally tugging at her hair and making her cry out.

"Unfnnfnfnfnfnfnfffff!"

Krystal felt the climax had lasted hours. When his cockhead finally finished sending all those gobs of cum down her throat, Mike groaned in approval, slowly puffing his cock from her mouth. He wiped his greasy prickhead over lips, and Krystal found herself smacking them with approval.

"Little slut. We've got our work cut out for us here to make you into a young lady," he said, his former calm returning as he raised one leg and slipped off her body.

"Please… you've done all this to me. Just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this," she said, meaning every word.

Krystal was sobbing now, feeling that every, square inch of her body had been cruelly violated. He had carried out his threat about disciplining her. Now she would have done anything he asked just to avoid some of the terrors she had presently endured.

"I can see you're coming around a bit – see it in your eyes. That's good. I'll have to give you some time to think about it… in my fashion."

Mike dressed first, then slowly removed the straps holding her legs apart. The dildo was slipped out carefully, the instrument returned to its appropriate place on a small shelf nearby. Last came the straps around her wrists and waist. Linda collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes, pushing the hair from her eyes. One look at Mike and she knew she was to stand and keep her eyes down – just as she had seen the other girls do at this "school".

"Good. Really good," he said pleased, fingering her tits.

"Ow!"

He pinched her nipples, already sore from all the sex play.

"You'll learn to tolerate much more, Krystal, much more. Now, however, it's time to go to your room. We'll start another class soon."

He marched her down the corridor after locking the door carefully behind them. She felt dirty, violated. Several girls passed her as they moved back toward the living quarters, but Krystal couldn't move her eyes from the floor. She would grovel in the dirt, she felt, before she felt worthy enough to look at another human being. Oh oh, his training was starting to work all too well for Krystal!