Teacher bound for torture

CHAPTER TWO

Susan brought her knees up, trying to draw them protectively together. Clint knocked them apart, drilling one finger into her pussy, then twisting it around and around like some horrid drill.

"Ohhh yeah, she's all hot and wet down there… just like a woman should be," Clint sighed.

"Looks like the bitch's gonna be a snapper… you know, holdin' us in while she pumps herself dry," Jack added.

"She'll be cummin' her brains out all Goddamned night!"

"Please, don't do any more to me. I promise I'll do anything to stop this… you've got a picture."

Susan couldn't seem to form words any more. All her fine education, her perfect speech failed her now. A hand flew at her face, slapping her again and again. The woman groaned, jerking her head back in a vain attempt to escape those clawing, slapping fingers.

"You done nothin' but be a super fuckin' pain in the rear. And now you're gonna pay, and pay first-class, baby."

The belt lashed across her face, her lips, the tops of her tits. Susan struggled against the lashing blows, her body stinging under the constant attack of the leather belt. The edges of the iron links scraped skin from her wrists. Susan felt her fingers going cold and numb from the tension and pain. The woman screamed, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having ever heard. The shrill power of her desperate cries rang off the basement walls.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

It was almost like doing battle with someone, she thought. But when she tried to fight back, Susan only brought pain to herself. Calming herself again, the woman peered down at her tormentors.

This rime the belt curled around her thighs, the beveled end biting the white flesh inches to tie left of her pussy. The proximity of the leather to her pussy sent sparks of delight sputtering through her cunt. Susan cried out in anguish, screwing up her eyes in wonder at the feelings coursing through her. Never, never had she thought so much pain could produce a resulting pleasure. But hanging here naked, her body sporting many red stripes from the leather belt, Susan had to admit to herself that she was feeling a tight, itchy pulse racing through her crotch.

Clint kept lashing and beating at her, grabbing more of her cunt. Jack had moved behind her, bringing the doubled leather belt down hard against her ass. The woman screamed, snapping her head from left to right as she tightened her asscheeks reflexively against the stinging blows.

Clint growled, his words lost in the rage of his sexual fury. In a moment Susan felt him reaching up at her, pinching her nipples. Desperately she bit at him, swearing like a sailor. It was then that Jack brought the belt down hard between her ass cheeks, the hard leather stinging her painfully.

"Ahahhhhhhhhh!"

Susan felt her spine straighten and tingle while her bones cracked with the painful blow. She was bouncing up and down against the chains, a puppet gone mad with sensation! The iron chains hurt her terribly now!

The pain in her crotch from all that hair tearing was making her pussy flesh pucker up into goosepimples. Susan couldn't tell which was worse – the gruesome excitement Clint aroused in her with his beating and swearing, or her own flashes of heat under the pain in her cuntflesh.

"Ow!"

Jack was on his knees now, spreading her asscheeks apart. She could feel the thumbs creasing her flesh, the jagged nails so sharp against the sensitive skin. He was nuzzling her ass, pressing his nose into her asshole. Susan's eyes widened, her mouth forming a broad O. It was shamefully pleasant to feel a man's face up there against her ass! Never would Susan have thought of something like that. But her student was back there, licking up her asscrack, groaning into her asshole while pinching her ass black and blue.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

"She hot back there, man? Man, she's runnin' with juice outta her fuckin' cunt."

"Good tastin' back here. It's gonna be good for you fuckin' her ass. I just wanted to stick my tongue up her shitter and get the bitch ready."

"Animals! You're nothing but animals!"

Again the teens laughed. She could feel the juices running like lava from her pussy. And now the struggle between her and the teens was changing. Clint still beat her tits and belly with his belt. But now the grabbing, twisting fingers in her warm cuntal thicket moved more slowly. He was caressing her, sliding his fingers over the slick, hot cuntmeat, making her pussy all that warmer, all that wetter!

Susan rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, curling her fingers, trying to bring more warmth to them. She could feel some blood oozing back to the digits when she twisted her wrists around. And all the time Jack was back there, rubbing his moustache against the inner curves of her ass, stiffening his tongue and licking down and deep into her asshole!

Clint pulled back. His blue eyes were half closed. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at Susan while unbuttoning his Levi's. She watched in heat as the faded blue material halved, then slid down his thickly muscled thighs.

"My… God!"

As she hung there, the woman stared at Clint's thick, eight-inch cunt-splitter and felt her pussy tightening. She had been fucked several times before, but never, never had Susan taken on something this big! Her eyes widened even more as they surveyed the broad, satiny purple cock head, the tightened balls, the cockbush that spread around his crotch half-hiding his nuts. Clint grinned at her, seeing her obvious surprise.

"Ain't seen nothin' like that, eh, baby? Lots of girls here at the school've taken a taste of this mother," Clint said, emphasizing his point by grabbing his cock in one hand and squeezing it.

Susan let out another soft cry as she saw a drop of pre-cum ooze from the broad piss slit. He was going to fuck her ass with that prick? She shuddered, closing her eyes and mewling in terror. He would surely tear something deep in her bowels with his cock. And yet, because of her fear, the woman felt her nipples puckering into stiffer points.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh…"

Clint stepped out of his Levi's, kicking them to one side.

"Wanna do it now, man. Gonna cum all over myself if I don't stick my cock into her asshole right now," Clint said.

"Yeah, okay. Got it all slicked down for you with my spit. Christ, she's winkin' her ass up against my nose all the time now. It's like some Goddamned second cunt or somethin' back here. You've got yourself one hot, wet one to fuck, buddy."

"Good and hot and wet. Sounds like a pussy. Only this one's gonna be fuckin' tight. That's the way I dig it too – them buns flattening up against my crotch while I stick my cock into her asshole."

"Oh don't… this is vile! Terrible! You don't know what you're doing!"

Susan nearly sobbed with the pain. All this abuse, all this torment and threatening would be far less horrible if they would only take her down from the ceiling. But the teens realized this and left her hanging.

Clint picked up his belt from the floor, winding the leather carefully around his whitened knuckles. Carefully stepping toward her, he remained to one side of the hanging woman. He reached up, prodding each tit with the leather. Susan's teeth chattered. It was the horrid anticipation of some new pain, some new blow that would shatter her overloaded brain and make her shudder in her bonds.

"Ohhhhhh…"

Clint moved around in front of her, trailing the belt along the rich under swell of her tits. Susan bit down hard on her lower lip. Jack was no longer behind her, soothing her fears with that constant ass-licking. She was alone, atone hanging there while she watched Clint's cock grow even bigger, even thicker. In a moment it was standing straight out like a terrible spear, a spear that would soon tear through her body and leave her defeated and bleeding.

"Oh please…"

Her voice was a high-pitched whimper, a kind of mewling as she watched Clint slowly grin hellishly at her. Then suddenly, with a quick, savage move, he slashed the belt across both her nipples. Susan squealed sharply, her cries ringing off the gray cinderblock basement walls. Then, steeling herself as best she could, the teacher set her jaw. Another blow, and then another dry, smacking blow that sent slivers of pain stabbing in her brain over and over. Clint smiled grimly at her.

Susan cried out again, the flat muscles of her belly quivering. She screamed wildly once more, drawing her legs up when Clint slashed an X across her lower belly with the broad black leather belt.

"No, no!"

Susan felt the belt striking just under her left kneecap now. He was going crazy, hitting her everywhere at once! Her legs kicked out, drew back, then kicked out again, making her body swing. Her feet were out behind her now and Jack lashed his belt over and over against her naked soles, sending shots of incredible agony up her kicking legs. Her long blonde hair dangled back to her ass as she wailed, her mouth torn open with more screams.

The arches of her feet were his prime targets now. Jack slowed his strokes, trying to apply them just when Susan didn't expect them. The sensitive skin of her feet burned wildly as Susan thought that belt surely must be crushing the small bones inside. She jerked her heads from, left to right, pulling and yanking at the overhead chains. Susan let the iron links slice into her flesh, her sobs and cries half-choking her into silence.

"Uhhhhhhh…"

She managed to straighten her legs when the beating stopped for a moment. Jack flogged at the backs of her knees, the leather creasing the soft white flesh of her calves. Susan cried out again. Jack then directed the belt against her heated ass, a blazing agony radiating from her asshole to her cunt.

"Uhhh… nooooooooo!"

Juice ran down from her cunt, striping her thighs and legs. Jack took over from Clint now, lashing her body, concentrating his belting on her ass. Susan clenched her ass cheeks until they ached, trying to protect her sensitive asshole.

There were times when the teacher thought the belt was skinning her alive. She thought of all those stories of women being found hideously murdered in their homes, all of them showing signs of grotesque sexual abuse. "Nooooo!"

With complete despair the woman let herself dangle, her head back. Susan felt her asscheeks relax, opening to the man behind her. That was what Jack had been waiting for.

"Yghaghhghghhhhh!"

Susan thought a tongue from hell had stung her asshole. With a slashing overhead stroke, the teen ripped the end of the belt down the valley of her ass crack, the beveled end biting into her asslips. It pulled the tender ring out of shape. Susan yelped and screamed, feeling as if he had ripped-out her ass guts.

"Aaaaghghhghhh!"

Susan thought her throat was going to be raw from the screaming. Shaking her head, the blonde woman screamed and screamed as that hideous belt stung and bit at her wrinkled, gray/pink asshole.

"Man, you're gonna tip 'er apart if you keep beatin' the shit outta her ass like that," Clint warned.

"Okay, you want her asshole so much. You go and take it. She's hot and ready and ripe for an ass-fuckin' right now," Jack said, pulling back.

Clint moved around, jamming one finger up against her asshole. Susan winced, grinding her teeth together as her clit began sputtering so deliciously. The abused ring of the rubbery ass muscle felt as if it were being driven up into her belly. The woman clawed upward, her fingers tightening around the iron links holding her wrists prisoner. Again she thought she could feel something popping in her shoulders. And yet a strange, lusty fire began around the rim of her asshole as he moved that awful index finger in and out of her asshole. Susan's hips shot back, offering more of her plump ass to him.

"She wants it… wants it real bad," Clint said, taking note of the involuntary movements.

"She wants it all real bad. Gonna plug up that pussy with my cock rod after you get through jammin' the bitch in the ass."

Clint yanked his finger out of her asshole. Susan grimaced. A twisted, hot feeling in and around her asshole seemed to inflame her cunt even more. Susan groaned, loving the slick rub of her pussylips against one another. If only someone would touch her there again! If only Jack would stick his cock into her pussy and fuck her!

"Go in, man! Go in and make that fuckin' bitch scream!" Jack encouraged.

There was a dragging sound behind her and Susan rolled her head around, seeing Clint pulling a chair around behind her. The feelings in her fuck-zones were growing hotter, more intense. She wanted to dangle closer to whatever the teen would force into her. Swallowing a lump of fear and excitement, the woman remembered that fat cock dangling in front of her. How she wanted it now!

"My God!"

Both teens were naked now. Clint was puffing behind her, getting up on the chair while Jack moved to the side, sliding his fingers up and down his cock. Susan licked her dry lips, her heart beating so hard she thought it would surely tear right through her ribcage! The muscles knotted painfully in her arms as more perspiration dotted her wrinkled forehead. She waited, the flutter in her cunt was increasing, becoming a furnace of slippery heat.

She thought of hanging there helplessly while Jack shoved that uncut cock into her cunt. A fresh flood of cuntjuice oozed from between her labes. Again the woman tried twisting her head around to see, what on earth Clint was doing. Why was it taking him so much time?

And then she felt him grabbing the wide horns of her hipbones, steadying himself by pressing his knees against the backs of her legs. Susan felt her body sway forward a little, the increased movements adding to the pulling tension aching through her wrists and arms. Susan gasped. Clint was fingering her pussy now, his digits rubbing up and down the outsides of her cuntlips.

Susan let out another cry, this time drawing her knees together in a vain attempt to keep the teen's hands there between her legs. How the heat concentrated in that wet, furry bundle between her thighs! And when he touched her clit, slipping two fingers into her cunthole at the same time, the woman went wild! She arched her spine, kicking her legs out as if someone bad touched her with a live electric wire.

Fucking with her students! The woman no longer cared who was in front or behind her. They had driven propriety and morality right out of her with all the teasing torture. All Susan could think of now was cockmeat – inches of it just out of her reach. Rutting shamelessly, the teacher only wanted to be fucked long and hard.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Susan arched her back slightly, looking for his prick. Clint grunted out some obscene curse, making his buddy laugh. Then she felt his fingers tightening around her jutting hipbones. He was leaning into her body, his chest pressing against her back. Hot and wet, his cock was sliding cross ways over her asscheek, then slipping into her asscrack! Her eyes widened, her mouth let out a sigh of surprise and excitement. From the way he was holding onto her, Susan knew he was doing it – going to fuck her asshole!

"Man, she's goin' for it. Christ! She's gonna cum right now if you don't hurry up," Jack warned.

"Wanna drag this out. Christ, ain't fucked an ass like this… a nice full one, in a long time. That Mary Ann Simmons was the last one. All she kept moanin' about was how much it hurt. This one – shit! She can't wait till I stick my cock up her asshole!"

Then with a sudden piercing pain, the head of his fat prick found her. Susan yelled, feeling the blunt cock head pressing hard against her whipped virgin asshole. The pain made her legs jerk out, her belly tighten while her arms knotted up once again. Her body shook and jiggled against the rattling chains as that fat cockhead continued working its way up into her asshole.

"Yaghghhghghghh!"

"Take it, teach. Come on, take it, slut, bitch! You wanted it so bad in school. Now you're gonna get it," Clint growled, holding on tight and sliding his cock into Susan's tight hot ass.