Slave schoolgirl

CHAPTER TWO

Erika moved under the device, taking the girl's legs and pushing them through the two bottom holes. In a moment the girl's legs were pinned in that stock, her body hanging there helpless.

"Now, do you feel sorry, truly sorry for what you've done?"

"Oh, ohhhhh!"

The full force of her panic hit her like a freight train. Allison didn't hear the question, couldn't understand what the headmistress was saying. All she did was scream and pull at the stock, her violent thrashing making the wooden device shudder and creak.

"You can scream all you want," Erika said, wearing a bored expression on her face as she watched the helpless girl thrash as best she could.

Finally Allison stopped, her wails dying off into helpless sobs of terror. Long wet streaks appeared on her cheeks and throat while she gasped for air to feed her writhing body.

"No one's going to hear you," Erika said calmly. "I told you that earlier. And you saw it for yourself. Nothing's around here. There are no classrooms, no offices, nothing with a human around. This is our punishment chamber, some place where we take girls like you and turn them into… uhhhh… into model students." Erika smiled at the expression she'd just used.

"Model students?" Allison cried back, feeling the splinters biting into her wrists and ankles. Her ass was hanging out, dangling dangerously from one side of the braced stocks. She felt so vulnerable, so horribly open to any kind of mistreatment.

"Yes, dear, you'd be surprised at how same of the girls come in here. Now they're fine, models for the other girls to emulate. Perhaps you'll be like them some day," Erika said, her voice taking on a slightly mocking edge.

"But, I didn't do anything!" Allison cried out again.

"That, my dear, is a matter of opinion," Erika countered.

Allison was having trouble catching her breath! This was completely uncalled for, unreal! Never, never in her life could she have guessed she would wind up like this, held helpless in a torture device while some wild woman undressed in front of her.

"You're going to respect authority, Allison, authority in all forms. We're not here to break your spirit," she said, reaching back and unbuttoning her dress, "only to tame it."

Allison watched with rounded eyes as the tall blonde slipped off her dress. Unlike Allison the woman wore no bra and panties. Her firm tits were large, with long red nipples that seemed to grow darker as the seconds ticked by. There was an abundant growth of blonde, curly pussy hairs covering her cuntal mound. There were no signs of age, no purple marks, no stretch lines that so often marred the bodies of older women. Erika looked like a young woman with firm elastic flesh and attractive lines.

Moving to one wall she took a pair of high, black leather boots and slipped them slowly over her legs. It was obvious she enjoyed feeling the cool leather against her flesh. She stopped at times, pressing the material against her skin, then turned her head and glanced at the helpless girl.

Allison groaned, her heart racing, her mind in confusion. How was she to deal with this? It was like some awful dream come true. She had heard about men and, women who were into this sort of thing, but these were the things dirty jokes were made of. Besides, Allison thought it was more fun to listen to stories about guys and how they were built, and about how some of the girls let their boyfriends touch them in certain spots.

How she wished she had had the courage to let Billy or Jack touch her there whenever they took her out. But her mother's high moral standards had always won out. There in the back seat of some car she saw her mother's disapproving face floating in front of her. It always made the girl cringe, push away her date, and ask to be taken home.

Her mother had suspected Allison was getting too curious about sex. Perhaps that was the reason she had sent her to the girls' school. She wanted to keep her daughter away from men and their bad influences until she was old enough to deal with them. Oh, if only her mother could see her now – trussed up, stripped naked, and forced to watch the headmistress put on leather boots!

"Now, we start."

The words made Allison faint with terror. She watched as Erika moved into position in front of her.

"Oh no, no!"

"You're going to enjoy this in the end," Erika said, smiling at her own joke.

Allison watched with growing fascination as the tall blonde grabbed the keg and dragged it over to the stocks. There was something inside the wooden barrel because Allison could hear something sloshing against the sides. She could also see there was also a long hose at the other end of the keg that had a steel-tipped nozzle. Dear God, it looked like an enema tube! What was the headmistress going to do with that thing?

"Oh please, please don't hurt me!"

Erika stopped for a moment, having positioned the keg in front of the terrified girl. She smoothed her hands down over Allison's bare sides, relishing the feel of the girl's flesh against her fingertips.

"Have you ever wondered about how closely pleasure and pain are related, Allison?"

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, her mind whirling around crazily at that question. What was she saying? What was she trying to ask? What about pleasure and pain? Her heart thumped.

"No, I suppose you haven't," Erika said, again smiling at her. "It's true, my dear, although you and the little twit here at the manor haven't thought much about it. Of course, you're too young to have experienced much. I, on the other hand…" Erika paused, a smile crossing her lips once more. "But then again, my past isn't of any interest to you. Your future is something far more important at the moment."

Allison writhed helplessly in her bonds, feeling her head spinning crazily. Oh God, God, what had she gotten herself into?

"You're going to balance your life in my school. Consider this the first lesson, dear."

Erika bent down, grasped the rubber hose and held it up to the girl's face. Allison could smell something alcoholic wafting up her nostrils. She jerked her head back, wrinkling up her nose in disgust. She had never particularly liked the taste of liquor or its smell. It was something to be avoided, or so said her prudish mother.

"Ah, you don't like liquor. Good, there's some hope for you yet. Only this time I'm going to give you some for… for medical purposes," Erika said in a hissing voice.

"Oh no, no!"

That awful woman was bending down, grasping the steel nozzle and moving it back and forth over her asscheeks. Allison trembled, jerking her body up, trying to get away from that awful thing that was touching her ass. She flinched, her fingers fanning out, clawing at the wood. And then it happened, that awful touch, that awful sensation of the metal being rammed up her asshole!

"Aaiyyeyeeee!"

No one had touched her like that, had forced her to take something up her… her asshole! The last time was when her mother gave her that awful enema when she had the flu. How she'd hated the sensation of warm liquid coursing up her ass, swelling her bowels and making her feel like taking a shit right then and there. And it was going to happen again only this time there wouldn't be her consoling mother by her side. No. There would only be Erika, Erika with that awful thing in her hand and the splintery wooden holes of the stock, through which her arms and legs had been locked in place.

"Ugnhhhh!"

"You've deserved this, you little slut. That's what you are, a little slut, a little bitch who keeps disobeying the rules set up by your elders."

"No, no, that isn't true," Allison protested, working her ass muscles down and out, trying to push the steely cold invader out, as if she were taking a shit. She didn't want that awful thing shoved up her ass! But Erika was determined, twisting the nozzle from side to side, shoving it in deeper.

"Nghhhhh!"

Allison screamed again and again, snapping her head from side to side. Her long blonde hair splashed over her face, clinging to her dampened cheeks and lips while her wails grew more shrill… It was killing her! The awful pain, the tearing sensation of the steel nozzle sliding up her ass made the girl cry out again and again for mercy.

But there was no mercy in the keep of the manor. Only the dank smell of the place and Erika's presence greeted her cries. The headmistress was laughing now, thrusting that nozzle far up her asshole then standing back and admiring her handiwork.

"Perhaps a little further in," she said, twisting the hose to the right.

Allison felt her ass muscles, clenching instinctively around the cold invader, still trying to push it out. Erika was an awful, horrible woman!

"Now, for the final outfit."

Erika went to the wall. Tapping one finger thoughtfully against her chin, she examined the various harnesses. She pulled one from a peg and looked it over carefully. Smiling, she walked back to Allison. The blonde teen sat in horror, her eyes bulging as she studied the awful thing dangling from the headmistress' fingers.

"This will help ease your pain. At least, it will add to your pleasure."

Allison shook her head from side to side, again feeling she would awaken in her bed, the victim of some erotic, horrible dream. But this was reality. She felt the leather harness slip around her waist and Erika fastened the studs so tight she had a hard time catching her breath. The leather edges cut into her flesh as the older blonde slipped the smaller straps under her ass, back through her asscrack, then wrapped around the enema tube, securing the nozzle up the girl's violated asshole.

Allison threw her head back, feeling the sweep of her hair over her jutting shoulder blades. Surely Erika would announce that the torment was soon over. This was it – humiliation and torture. Nothing more would happen. Oh God, pray that it would be so!

There was the sound of scraping behind her. Twisting her head around, shaking several loose strands of hair from her eyes, the young teen saw Erika pushing a stool over toward her. For a moment Allison saw nothing particularly unusual in it. Then she realized there was something sticking up from the base!

"Wh… what is that?"

Allison could hardly speak. She peered over the chair where her blazer was still hanging, her eyes focusing in on the long pink plastic thing sticking up from the seat of the stool. It looked like a man's – thing?

She had seen plenty of pictures in all those books they had to read at school, and lots of times she and her friends had giggled about how big some guys were – or how big some of them thought they were. Most men, she guessed, were around six-inches. But Allison heard weird stores about some guys who were eight-inches, nine, even ten inches long! Ten inches! How could something that big and thick fit into her little cunt? Allison thought she would throw herself out the window before letting some guy stick his prick into her if he was that big!

"You see, Allison," Erika said, pushing the stool under the girl's ass. Allison cringed, tensing her thigh and ass muscles, trying to work her ass above that thing, that awful, horrible thing. "As you see, there's a dildo sticking up from the seat."

"Dildo?"

Erika stopped, arching an eyebrow and studying the girl more carefully. "Surely you've heard about… no, no, perhaps you haven't," she said thoughtfully. "It is possible a girl your age is still a virgin."

"I am!" the girl cried, tears streaking her face. A sick feeling started to gnaw at her belly. Allison had an idea of what was going to happen next and the thought terrified her.

"Well, that's something for the books. You're not as bad a girl as I thought, then, Allison. Perhaps the two of us will get along well. But I must still punish you for having those cigarettes. You know they're forbidden here at the manor, as well as liquor."

It was useless to protest her innocence. Erika would only become angrier and perhaps really hurt her. It was better to remain silent, keep her eyes modestly down, then wait for the time when she could escape from this awful place. Surely her mother, once hearing of what had happened, would never make her return.

Erika slid the stool directly under Allison's ass, moving it so the dildo was centered right over the girl's virgin pussy. Again the girl whined, jerking her ass up, desperately trying not to be impaled by that monstrous prick.

"Now, you're going to enjoy this very, very much," Erika said, her voice hypnotic.

The Teutonic blonde kept reassuring Allison, telling her not to worry, promising everything would be all right if only she obeyed.

Then something odd happened, something so strange Allison would never be able to explain it years later when she thought about it. Erika suddenly dropped one hand between the girl's leg and touched her, touched her right on her ripe cunt.

Allison jerked, her eyes widening. She had never thought about having another girl touch her. Even the thought of having guys touch her pussy frightened the teen. But this woman was caressing her pussy, actually stroking it with her fingers. The young blonde flinched, snapping her head back, wishing she could die.

"Now, isn't that nice? Doesn't that feel good?"

In spite of herself Allison felt her cunt reacting, actually warming and tightening to the gentle stroking motion. Erika was rubbing her knuckles against the soft, feathery blonde curls, touching the young teen's cuntlips gently, then withdrawing. Soon Allison found herself tightening her thigh muscles, moving back and forth against the stock, feeling her cuntlips sliding against one another with the subtle, rocking movement.

"Yes, that's it, Allison, that's it," Erika said, her voice raw, raspy.

There was a hot slickness there that was making Allison feel reined, wildly free. She jerked in her bonds, wishing she could touch herself, then wishing Miss Vennestroom would go away and leave her alone. But she wasn't sure, wasn't certain about how she was supposed to react when the older woman touched her cunt. It wasn't natural to let another woman touch her like that, making her hot cunt feel so wildly tight and itchy!

"For a virgin you learn quickly, Allison," Erika remarked.

"Please, please, don't do this to me. I… I don't know what's happening."

But Erika ignored the girl's desperate pleas. Allison watched as she felt the woman's hand moving the leather strap to one side, exposing her wet, tight little cunt. That awful dildo was there just below her, sticking straight up, threatening to pierce her pussy.

"No!"

But she was no match for the headmistress' strength. She felt one strong hand on her shoulder and then a second. She was helpless, utterly helpless to fight back, there was no chance to escape.

"Oh don't, don't, nooo!"

Erika was pushing her down, shoving her toward that awful plastic cock. In a moment Allison could feel it brushing against her pussy hairs, actually touching the warm, moist membranes of her cuntlips.

"Feel it, dear? Feel it?"

"Unghhhh!"

Allison tugged her arms again, getting more splinters in her wrists. Bit by bit she was dropping toward the dildo. And then she could feel it spreading apart her tight outer labes. It was entering her, actually sliding into her virgin curt! Nothing, not even her fingers had ever been in there and now this foreign inanimate dildo was fucking her! Yes, that was what it was doing – fucking her, threatening to pop her cherry!

Allison screamed, snapping her head from side to side, her wails bouncing off the walls. The girl felt wave after wave of unspeakable horror and humiliation at what was happening to her. And yet at the same time, she knew how aroused she was. Yes, there was no denying that something was making her very hot, very willing to expose herself to this terrible act. And what was worse, Miss Vennestroom knew it, too.

Allison started to cry as Erika moved up front and stood up on a shelf in front of the stock. Allison blinked away her tears and realized the woman was sitting before her with her curt inches away. She could smell the heat and wondered for an instant if she smelled that good.

"Now we'll begin the second phase of your punishment. This, you'll find, is the part I love best."

Allison trembled, feeling the worst was yet to come.