Parker: Teachers Ransom 1

"Look out!"

Marion Seward's shouted warning came too late. It was all the young school teacher could do to throw up her arms for protection as the dark-haired girl rounded the corner and collided with her at a dead run. The blonde woman was spun around; she instinctively grabbed onto the running girl and the two of them went down in a tangle of arms and legs.

Winded, Marion shook her shoulder-length blonde hair out of her eyes and looked over at the girl who had just run into her.

"Sheila?"

She knew the girl. It was Sheila Blair, one of her students from the local high school where she taught english and history.

"Miss Seward," the teenager gasped, trying to disentangle herself from her teacher. "Help me. They're..."

"Just a moment." Marion pulled her leg free and pushed the girl away. "What's going on?" she asked, climbing to her feet.

"Please... you have to help me..."

The blonde woman looked at the teenager. Sheila was a slender girl, with long legs and a small chest. She wore her dark hair short, almost in a boy's style. Her fine-boned face and large, brown eyes dispelled, however, any hint of tomboyishness. The girl was beautiful. And, Marion thought, frowning slightly, she knew it. Sheila hadn't exactly been one of her favourite students.. In fact, the dark-haired girl had been a pain in the butt all year. Her father was one of the richest men in the state, and, as far as Marion could tell, the girl had been spoiled beyond redemption. She had been nothing but trouble all year. Many of the other teachers just shrugged it off, but Marion, new at the school, had been determined to teach the girl. The school year had been one long series of detentions, unexplained absences and snide comments at the end of which Sheila graduated over the objections of, and the near-failing grade from, of her english teacher. In fact, Marion had originally intended to fail the girl - Sheila had done little or no work in her class all year - but in the end her husband, Donald, had talked her into cutting her losses and giving the girl a pass.

Only barely, though. If Donald hadn't been so insistent...

Still, despite her dislike for the girl, Marion felt obligated to find out what was wrong and help if she could. She was, after all, still an adult and still a teacher, and the poor girl was obviously frightened to the point of panic.

"What's happening?" she asked assertively, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "What's wrong."

Sheila tried to answer, but she was almost incoherent with panic. "They... they..." Sheila looked back and squeal in fright. "Come on," she cried, grabbing the older woman by the arm. "They'll see us."

Marion looked back over her shoulder as she allowed her ex-student to pull her along. Two men had just appeared on the street from the direction Sheila had been running. They didn't appear threatening, but... The school teacher felt a flutter of panic in her stomach; one of the men had pointed at Sheila, and the two of them had started walking in their direction.

Marion turned and increased her speed, catching up to the teenager. Within two blocks, she was panting with the effort of keeping up with the younger girl. Despite the fact that she took pains to keep herself in pretty good shape, she was still in her thirties. Soon, the younger girl began to pull away. Gasping for air, Marion fought to keep up.

Marion and Sheila rounded a corner, momentarily out of sight of the two men. "In there!" Sheila pointed at the entrance to an alley, about thirty yards distant. "We can hide." Marion, too out of breath to answer, simply nodded; the two women quickly covered the distance and ducked inside the alley.

Once out of sight of the street, they ran about twenty yards and then stopped. The two of them leaned against the brick walls that enclosed the alley on either side, breathing heavily. Marion watched the teenager as she slowly regained her breath. The dark-haired girl seemed terrified; her eyes were wide with fear and she kept glancing at the entrance to the alley while slowly backing away. "Sheila," the blonde teacher asked, lungs still heaving, "What happened back there? Why were those men..."

A man stepped out from behind a garbage bin and slipped an arm around the teenager's throat. Sheila brought up her hands to struggle, but fell limp as she felt the cool edge of a knife blade against the underside of her chin.

Marion fell silent. She turned to run...

"Don't." The man twitched the knife, making a small cut on Sheila's exposed neck. Marion stood, transfixed as a trickle of blood drew a thin, irregular line across the whimpering girl's pale skin.

"W-what do you..."

The man ignored her. He looked down the alley, back the way the two women had ran, and gave a small nod. Almost immediately, a black van turned in from the street and rolled slowly towards them. Marion looked the other way down the alley and briefly considered running, but held back, frozen in place by the explicit threat of the knife at Sheila's throat.

The van drew closer.

The back windows of the van were completely blocked out, so Marion had no idea where they were when the engine was finally shut down. The long ride (she didn't know how long; they had taken her watch) had passed in a tense, uncomfortable silence: Sheila had been crying and sobbing at first, but one of the men had growled at her to "shut the fuck up" and the frightened teenager had obeyed. Two of the men sat in the back with Marion and Sheila while the third drove. Sheila's wrists had been handcuffed to a bar on the roof of the van, forcing her to keep her slender arms raised above her head. There had been no handcuffs for Marion, and the blonde teacher had been roughly secured against the wall of the van across from Sheila with a length of greasy rope the men had found lying on the floor of the van.

There had been talk about blindfolding her, but one of the men - a young, muscular guy the others called "Jimmy"; evidently the leader - had noted that it was too late for that.

Marion had already seen their faces.

Now, finally, the van seemed to have reached its destination.

Without talking, the men unfastened the schoolgirl and the teacher and pulled them from the van. Sheila was crying again; Marion wanted to comfort her, but was too frightened to say anything. Instead, she looked about, catching a quick glimpse of a darkened garage before she was pushed through a door and into a short hallway. The two prisoners were led down the hall, around a corner and taken into a lit room.

"Two?" came a woman's voice from inside the room. "Where did the blonde slut come from?"

Terrified, Marion shook her hair out of her eyes and looked at the speaker. It was a tall, red-haired woman; quite severe looking, dressed in a tight, leather skirt and dark green blouse and what must have been six inch heels. She appeared to be in her forties, although her slender body was that of a much younger woman.

"They were together, Angela" one of the men, the one named Jimmy, explained apologetically. "And the blonde saw our faces. We had to take them both." The man seemed to be deferring to the red-haired woman - Angela. She must, Marion realized, be the leader. The blonde school teacher felt a fresh wave of fear. The woman looked so...

"Well, well..." Smiling evilly, the woman walked slowly forward until she stood directly in front of the frightened teacher. "So you stuck your pretty little nose in where it didn't belong?"

Marion gathered up the tattered shreds of her courage. "W-what do you want?"

Smirking, the woman brought her hand up and ran a long, bright red finger-nail down the side of Marion's cheek. Marion trembled, but didn't dare pull away; she was too frightened. And one of the men stood directly behind her, holding her arms. Then, not answering the question, the red-haired woman turned and walked over to where the trembling Sheila was being held by one of the men. The girl was still crying. "Leave me alone," she whimpered, squirming in her captor's grip. "When my dad finds out about..."

"When your father finds out about this," the red-haired woman interrupted, "he'll agree to pay a lot of money for your safe return."

Sheila started to struggle. "Let me go, you bitch!"

The red haired woman brought her hand around and gave the teenager a hard slap across the face. Sheila stopped struggling and looked stunned as a bright red mark slowly blossomed on her cheek.

"Leave her alone," Marion cried, angry to see one of her students struck.

The woman turned and looked back at the school teacher, a strange expression on her face. Then she looked back at the man who was holding the stunned teenager. "Take little Sheila here into the 'guest' room," she ordered, "while I decide what to do with this blonde cunt that followed you home."

The man nodded and dragged the crying, struggling teenager out the door. "Mrs. Seward..." The door slammed shut.

Marion struggled in the grip of the man who was holding her, but it was no use. She could do nothing but watch as the red haired woman slowly approached.

"Now," the woman said, again standing directly in front of her prisoner. "What are we going to do with you?"

"Please," Marion begged, "just let us go. I promise we won't say anything. We won't..."

"Shut up!" Angrily, the woman reached over and pinched one of Marion's nipples through her blouse with her long fingernails, sending a wave of pain through the blonde teacher.

"Bitch!" Marion screamed in fury, her anger momentarily overcoming her fear.

"That's the second time I've been called that tonight," Angela growled. "Not too bright, are you?"

She turned away.

Marion's anger fled, and she began to tremble as the red-haired woman walked across the room to a low counter where she picked up a knife. "No," the school teacher whimpered, cowering back into her captor's arms, "Don't..."

"Oh, don't worry dear," the woman sneered as she approached. "This isn't for you." She slipped the blade of the knife under the waist of Marion's conservative grey skirt and sliced upward. "It's for your clothes." The redhead finished cutting through the struggling woman's skirt and tore it away. "Nice ass," she commented, running her hand down the side of Marion's thigh. She looked up at the man who had been in charge of the kidnapping. "Maybe this accident wasn't such a bad thing after all, Jimmy. We can't touch little miss rich bitch, but we can have fun with this one." Jimmy just grunted, looking sceptical. Angela shrugged. She turned her attention back to Marion, who stood shivering in her panties and blouse. "Time to pay," she announced. "That's five strokes for speaking out of turn a few minutes ago and another five for calling me a bitch."

"No." Marion watched, wide-eyed as the other woman walked over to the counter, put down the knife and picked up a long, supple cane. It made a wicked swishing sound as the redhead swung it through the air.

"This ought to do the trick."

"No. Please..." She struggled wildly, but to no avail as the man pulled her across the room and pushed her over the back of a padded couch that stood about waist height. He grabbed her wrists and pulled downward, forcing her to bend down over the couch.

"No... don't, I'll... [THWACK!] AHHHHH!!!!" The first blow cut like liquid fire, sending a sharp wave of unbearable agony through her body. "No... no, you bitch! Stop..."

THWACK!

Her cries were cut off by another blow with the cane.

"That's five more," Angela called out from behind her. "You must really like it."

The third stroke; then the forth... She jerked and spasmed like a gaffed fish, her slender body breaking out in a cold sweat as she struggled to free or protect herself. It was no use; the man seemed to be having no difficulty keeping hold of her wrists.

THWACK!

"Five... six... seven..."

Marion's shrieks became incoherent, the mad screams of an animal in torment...

THWACK!

"Eight... nine... ten..."

Finally, the fifteenth stroke. The man released her wrists and she fell, sobbing to the floor. Marion moaned as she rolled onto her stomach, using her hands to sooth her reddened rear as best she could. While she lay there, Angela sent the man out of the room to check on "the rich bitch". Then she turned back to Marion.

"Are you ready to obey?" Angela tapped her shoulder with the cane.

Marion looked up at her tormentors from behind a curtain of blonde hair. Gulping for air, she chocked back another protest. "Yes," she whispered.

"Get up."

Still sobbing, the school teacher pushed herself to her knees and then stood up, doing her best to cover her crotch with her hands.

"From now on," Angela ordered, smiling nastily, " you refer to me as 'mistress'. Got it?"

"Yes m-mistress," Marion sobbed, almost choking on the word.

"And Jimmy here is 'Mister Jimmy'." The man snorted, but didn't say anything. "Greet him."

"H-hello, Mister Jimmy," Marion whispered.

"Take off your blouse."

Marion burned with embarrassment, but knew better than to resist. Anything, even the humiliation of being forced to strip in front of her captors, was better than experiencing the cane again. Fingers trembling, she reached up and undid the top button of the blouse. She kept her eyes turned downward, but she knew that Jimmy was watching closely. She undid the next button and the next... Finally, the blouse was undone and hung open. Shivering, still looking down, she pulled the blouse back and let it slip down off her shoulders and onto the floor.

"Not bad."

Marion flushed red with humiliation. She hung her head, as if to protect her face behind a curtain of blonde hair. She was, however, to be denied even that small protection.

Angela strode over and gripped her chin, tilting her face upwards. "Look at me when I speak to you," the redhead ordered. "And when I give you an order, you say 'yes mistress'. Got it?"

Sniffling, Marion nodded.

Angela frowned. "That's one stroke. Try again."

The blonde woman panicked for a moment at the thought of another blow from the cane, but then quickly answered: "Yes mistress."

"Good." Angela released her captive's face and stepped backwards. "We'll save the stroke for later. Maybe I'll even let it go... if you behave."

Marion hated the wave of gratitude that swept over her at the comment, but she couldn't help herself. The thought - the pain - of being struck again with the cane was too much to bear. "Thank you mistress," she whispered.

Angela smiled. "Now," she ordered, half sitting on the arm of the couch, "Take off your bra."

"Y-yes mistress." Marion's lips trembled as she reached up to unclip the bra. She longed to look downward, to hide her face, but she didn't dare. As slowly as she could, she unfastened the undergarment and let it slip off her shoulders. It joined her blouse on the floor.

"Fuck," Jimmy growled, "Look at those tits."

Marion shivered, but kept her eyes on Angela as ordered. She had always been proud of her breasts: large and full, but not the least bit saggy. Don was always going on about them too, wanting to kiss and touch them. Now, however, she felt ashamed; she longed to bring her hands up to cover them from Jimmy's gaze, but...

"Oh, they're darling, aren't they," Angela agreed. Then she smiled. "So good, in fact, that's going to be your name ?uring your stay here. From now on, your name is 'Darling'. After your tits. Understand?"

Mortified, Marion could only nod.

Angela brought cane down against the back of the couch with a loud crack. "That's twice now," the redhead exclaimed angrily. "Do you *like* getting caned?"

"Yes... no mistress," Marion answered, panicking. "I m-mean... yes, mistress, my name is 'D-Darling', mistress, after my tits; no mistress, I don't like being... c-caned, I didn't mean to..."

"Quiet!" Angela punctuated the order by again slapping the cane against the back of the couch. "Bend over. Grab your ankles."

Marion burst into tears. "Oh no, m-mistress... please..."

"Bend down and grab your ankles," Angela repeated. "You've got three strokes coming to you now. If Jimmy has to hold you, it'll be six." Instantly, Marion bent over, sliding her hands down her legs and grasping her ankles. The position pulled her panties tight and thrust her almost-naked ass up in the air, but that couldn't be helped. She couldn't take six more strokes.

"Now," Angela snapped, tapping the cane lightly across Marion's quivering ass, "You've got three strokes coming. Two of them for not properly acknowledging an order and one for hesitating to carry out an order. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"I'm giving you a choice," Angela continued. "If you beg to be punished, and thank me for each stroke, I'll keep it down to the three you've earned. If not, I'll have Jimmy hold you down and you'll get six." The redhead reached out and caressed her captive's already burning ass. "What'll it be?"

Marion moaned and gasped as her rear end was fondled by the other woman. She had no options; there was only one thing she could do, but she just couldn't force herself to speak the words, to *beg* to be caned. She tried, but her voice caught in her throat.

"Well?"

Marion swallowed and forced herself to speak. "Please mistress," she whispered. "Please punish me l-like this."

"What's your name?"

"'Darling', mistress," Marion answered without hesitation. "My name is 'Darling'. After my tits."

"And has 'Darling' been bad?"

"Yes mistress," Marion moaned, humiliated beyond belief, but still willing to do or say anything to avoid, or at least shorten, a caning. "I've been bad. Please punish me. Please punish 'Darling'."

"And you want to be caned?"

"Yes mistress," Marion sobbed. "Please cane me."

"As you wish." Angela stepped back. "And don't forget to thank me after every stroke."

"Yes mistress." Marion squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see what was happening, but she couldn't stay that way. The agony of expectation forced her to open them again, and stare upwards past her hanging tits and bare legs to where the red-haired woman stood, her arm extended back. She watched, paralysed with terror as the cane came lashing down [THWACK!] on her rear end, sending a wave of pain through her body. Marion gasped at the blow and then screamed as the agony surged through her body, jerking and twitching in agony, but staying in position with her hands clutched tightly around her ankles.

"Say 'thank you'," Angela growled.

"Thank you," Marion cried.

"Mistress."

"M-mistress."

"That one didn't count." Angela brought her arm back for another blow. "Get it right this time."

THWACK!

Marion lurched forward, screeching in agony, but somehow managed to retain her position without falling over. "Thank you mistress," she cried, almost yelling in agony.

"Good girl." Angela brought the cane down again.

THWACK!

It was too much for Marion. Letting out a high-pitched squeal, she toppled over onto her hands and knees, tears streaming down her face.

"Back in position," Angela screamed. "Back up or I'll whip the shit out of you right there."

Marion let out a wail of fear and pain as she scrambled back up to her feet, bent over and grasped her ankles, her ass burning with agony.

"You forgot something," Jimmy called over helpfully.

Marion knew immediately. "Thank you mistress."

Angela sneered. "That last one shouldn't count, but if you beg me real nicely for the final stroke, I'll only give you one more."

"P-please," Marion moaned, "please hit me."

"Not good enough," the redhead answered. "*Beg* for it."

"Oh, please..." All pride forgotten, Marion whimpered and snivelled to be beaten. "Please beat me... I've been bad. Please hit me mistress."

Angela laughed and brought the cane down hard onto her captive's upthrust ass. The blonde woman screamed in agony, but held her position. "Thank you mistress," she called out. Angela laughed again. She reached out and gave her captive a hard push on the ass, causing her to fall to her knees. From her position on the floor, Marion looked up at the redhead through tear-filled eyes. Her body shuddered with the pain of the recent caning, and nothing mattered - nothing at all - other than somehow avoiding more such pain. Shivering and broken, she awaited orders.

They weren't long in coming.

"Well?" Angela smirked. "Is 'Darling' ready to obey?"

"Y-yes mistress," Marion coughed out. "I'm ready t-to obey."

"Who?"

The blonde teacher went blank for a moment, but then spoke. "Darling," she answered, her voice trembling with humiliation. "Darling is ready to obey."

"Good girl," the redhead sneered. "Then roll over onto your back. Now."

Chocking back a sob, Marion obeyed. Angela walked slowly forward until she stood with one leg on each side of Marion's body. The redhead pulled her skirt up until her crotch was exposed; she wasn't wearing any panties. "Like the view?" she asked.

"Y-yes mistress."

"Do you like my cunt?"

Marion's lower lip trembled. "Yes mistress," she answered, burning with embarrassment, "Darling likes your c... cunt."

Angela sneered. "Bet you'd like to taste it, wouldn't you?"

Marion's eyes widened. "P-please... mistress," the blonde woman stammered. "I..."

Angela stepped away. "On your feet. Bend over and grab your ankles. That's two strokes."

Marion scrambled to her feet. "I'm s-sorry mistress," she sobbed. "Please don't..."

"Now!"

"Please, no, I..."

"Four strokes."

Sobbing, Marion bent over and grabbed her ankles. Angela walked forward and touched the cane to the sobbing girl's already red ass. "Same as before," the woman said. "Beg to be punished and thank me after every stroke, and I'll keep it down to four. If not, it'll be eight. Understand?"

"Yes mistress." Marion braced herself. "P-please beat me mistress," she whined.

The redhead obliged her.

THWACK!

"Th-thank you, mistress," Marion sobbed, her ass burning. "P-please hit me again."

THWACK!

The process continued through four more strokes. Marion fell over after the last, but didn't forget to thank her mistress. Angela stepped backward and sneered down at the crying blonde. She looked over at Jimmy, who had taken a seat and was watching the proceedings.

"As I said before," Angela noted, "maybe it's not such a bad thing having this bitch along. It'll help relieve boredom." Again, Jimmy just grunted, looking doubtful. Angela smiled. "Maybe this'll change your mind." The redhead reached down and grabbed a handful of Marion's blonde hair. "Listen, Darling," she said, forcing the other woman to raise her tear-stained face, "Jimmy here isn't convinced we should keep you. You're going to change his mind."

"M-mistress?" The blonde woman looked confused.

Angela sighed. "We've kidnapped the rich bitch in the other room. You're here by accident. You're not worth anything to us. You've seen our faces. That's dangerous to us. We know what her ransom is, and who's going to pay it, but not yours. So as it stands, there's nothing in it for us. Do you understand?"

Marion sniffled, looking blank.

Angela sighed. "Jimmy doesn't like loose ends," she said threateningly. "He cuts them off." She leaned forward so that her face was inches from Marion's. "And you're a loose end. Unless you become valuable pretty quickly..."

"Oh..."

Understanding dawned on Marion's pretty face. Understanding followed by new fear. "That's right," Angela whispered. "Be afraid." Then, unexpectedly: "Kiss me." The redhead pulled her prisoner's face up against her own, parting her lips in an aggressive kiss. Marion gasped and tensed her body, but didn't pull away or resist; she just parted her own lips and accepted the kiss.

After a few seconds, Angela broke away and stood up. "Not a lezzie?" She shook her head and sneered. "Well, we can change that. But for now, I'm not the person you have to convince." She gestured over to where Jimmy sat watching. "He is. Now, you're going to hustle your fat ass over there and give him the best blow job he's ever had. Understand?"

Marion looked up at the redhead from where she lay, crouched on the floor, eyes wide and frightened behind a curtain of curly blond hair. Her ass was burning from the cane and her lips were still tingling from the long, terrible kiss she'd been forced to endure. Things were moving too quickly and she was having trouble keeping up. What did this woman mean? Blow job? She didn't...

"Move it!" Angela punctuated the order with a quick slap of the cane against the blonde woman's thigh. Marion let out a panicked squeal and scrambled across the room on her hands and knees towards Jimmy. She paused uncertainly when she reached his feet. The man looked down on her, a tiny smile on his face, not saying or doing anything.

THWACK!

Angela brought the cane down again on Marion's ass. "Well," the redhead taunted. "What kind of a slut are you? You like to suck cock, don't you?"

Marion looked up at the tall redhead who towered over her. She wanted to tell the woman that she wasn't a slut; that she had only ever sucked a penis twice before in her life, once for a boyfriend in highschool and once again for her husband; and that she'd hated it both times. That's what she wanted to say. But the cane... "Y-yes, mistress," she answered. "I... Darling loves to suck... c-cock." The blonde teacher dropped her eyes, humiliated.

"Then get to it," Angela ordered.

Marion hesitated briefly, but the threat of the cane was too much for her. She pushed herself up on all fours and positioned her head over Jimmy's lap. Hands trembling, she reached over, undid the zipper of Jimmy's worn jeans, and pulled his half-hard cock from his pants. Her stomach turned with disgust as she forced herself to part her lips and touch the tip of it with her tongue. The smell and taste revolted her, but she kept at it, sliding her pink tongue up and down along the outside of his cock as it slowly became harder and harder. Finally, when it was wet and shiny with her saliva, she closed her eyes, slid her wet lips over the now enormous cock head and sucked it into her mouth.

THWACK!

"Ahhhhhh..."

Writhing with the unexpected agony of the surprise blow of the cane against her already aching ass, Marion pulled her mouth of Jimmy's cock and let out a cry of pain.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"N-no, mistress," Marion sniffled, tears running down her face.

"You *do* [THWACK!] want to suck Jimmy's *cock* [THWACK!], don't you?" Angela asked, maliciously punctuating her words with sharp blows of the cane.

"Yes, yes... I do," the blonde woman answered, whining at the pain, "Darling wants to suck cock. P-please let Darling suck Mr. Jimmy's cock."

"Well... if you really want to," Angela sneered. "But just to make sure that you do a good job, I'm going to whip your ass until you've sucked him dry. So suck like you mean it."

"Yes mistress." Sobbing, Marion dropped her face and resumed running her tongue over the swollen head of Jimmy's massive cock. She had just opened her mouth to suck it in when Angela brought the cane down on her exposed ass.

THWACK!

Again she let out a scream, freezing in position with her open mouth poised over the man's cock. For the first time since she'd knelt in front of him, Jimmy spoke: "Suck it, you little cunt!" He reached over, put a hand behind her head and pushed her mouth down on his enormous cock. Marion gagged, raising her hand to grab at the base of his cock to try to stop it from penetrating too far. Jimmy ignored her efforts, increasing the pressure on the back of her head. His cock now filled her mouth, all the way to the entrance to her throat...

THWACK!

"Mmmmmmm...."

Marion let out a loud moan, bucking and heaving with her face impaled on Jimmy's rigid cock. As her throat opened to scream, Jimmy gave a sudden push, sliding the head of his cock into her throat. The blonde woman gagged, jerking and squealing in fear as the man's cock slowly filled her throat. He held it there for a few moments and then slowly slid it free, first of her throat and then of her mouth. Marion gasped, her lungs heaving for air as a thin line of spittle slid over her lips and down to the cock she'd recently been sucking.

"Take a good look," Angela laughed as her partner forced the blonde woman to stare down at his glistening cock. "That cock's gonna be wearing you like a glove." Marion sniffled, and then let out a cry as the redhead brought the cane down on her already burning ass.

She tried to drop her head to the cock, but Jimmy held her away with a fistful of hair. Angela brought the crop down again; she'd fallen into a steady rhythm, a pace Marion knew she'd keep up until Jimmy came. "P-please," she half whimpered, half screamed, running her hand up and down the rigid cock and trying to lower her face.

"Beg for it," Jimmy told her.

"P-please, M-mister Jimmy," Marion sobbed, working the cock as best she could with her hand. "Please let me... let Darling suck your c-cock... p-please..." She babbled, almost incoherent with pain as the redhead rained blow after blow down on her ass, for what seemed like hours. Finally, he pulled her face down onto his cock. Another blow landed, and she screamed with pain around his cock, her entire body trembling with pain. Sweat broke out on her body as Jimmy forced inch after inch of his massive cock past her trembling lips and down her throat. Eventually, her face was all but buried in his crotch, her lips sucking tight around the base of his cock-shaft. He held the position for a few moments and then pulled back, allowing her to draw air into her heaving lungs. Then he pulled down again...

THWACK!

That pattern repeated itself over and over again as Angela continued to beat her ass and, occasionally, her upper legs. Marion's entire body throbbed with pain as she worked slavishly at the cock. She ran her tongue along the underside of Jimmy's cock-shaft, sucking at is as hard as she could as his massive cock head slid back and forth through her spasming throat, plunging deeper with every painful stroke. She was screaming continuously now, sobbing, crying, begging, whining, pleading... anything at all to stop the pain.

Then, a new sensation. The caning had stopped momentarily, and the blonde teacher felt a hand at the entrance to her pussy; fingers sliding over her clit and then slipping inside...

"Mmmmm..."

In her shock, she'd stopped her work on Jimmy's cock. The man had responded by reaching down and roughly squeezing her breasts. "Get back to work, cunt."

Moaning, Marion began to suck again.

THWACK!

The caning began again with a series of hard blows, although Angela kept her hand on the captive woman's pussy, fondling... teasing... squeezing...

Marion sobbed and moaned, using one hand to slide up and down Jimmy's cockshaft in tandem with her mouth while using the other to brace herself on his thigh. She felt his cock throbbing, swelling in her mouth with every thrust. The blows of the cane had almost merged with the constant agony of her lower body. And Angela's hand at her pussy...

Jimmy leaned back and grabbed her wrists with his large hands. "Squeeze your tits for me," he laughed. "Darling." Obediently, Marion dropped her hands to her breasts where they hung naked between his knees and began squeezing and working them; anything to get him to come. Without her arm to brace her upper body, she was completely dependant on his grip in her hair to manoeuvre her face up and down on his cock. He took full advantage, sliding her entire head up and down as his cock swelled in her throat.

The pain continued to wash through her body from the blows of the cane, but it had merged with the odd feeling in her pussy. A slow warmth began to build up, burning like the pain, but not pain. Almost like...

Jimmy threw his head back. "Oh fuck..."

He jammed her face all the way down onto his cock, sending the head deep into her throat and burying her nose and lips deep in his crotch hair. Marion gagged, but her hands continued to pull at her own nipples, twisting them harder and harder as she jerked and writhed on his cock like a demented puppet.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

He heaved beneath her face, pulling his cock out of her throat the head sat on her tongue. "I'm coming..."

Marion felt a thrill of horror at the thought of the man coming in her mouth, but the quickening pace of the blows on her ass as well as the strange, burning warmth in her pussy kept her sucking. Finally, the thick head of his cock swelled and then shot a stream of hot cum into the back of her mouth. Marion let out a scream of disgust that sputtered and bubbled as the sperm filled her mouth. Not even realizing what she was doing, she twisted her nipples even harder as waves of disgust, shame and... and something else overwhelmed her.

"Work your tits, you little cunt," he yelled at her, his cock still shooting its load into her open mouth.

The blonde woman continued to wail as his cum spilled out over her lips and onto her chin. She obeyed, though, twisting, squeezing, pulling... working his breasts for him, knowing he wanted her to hurt herself. Her tits ached with pain, but the feeling that had built up in her pussy had now spread through her entire body, fuelled in part by the feeling in her tits and in part by the savage beating Angela was inflicting with the cane. The feeling continued to build...

Jimmy's cock began to slide out from between her lips. "Lick it up, bitch," he ordered. As his cock slid free of her mouth, her screams exploded full force, but still she licked hungrily at the cum pouring out over her lips, sucking it back into her mouth and then dipping her head to lick up the long streams of white fluid which hung down from her lips to his rapidly softening cock. All the while, her fingers twisted and squeezed her nipples for Jimmy as her breasts throbbed with pain and...

and...

Too late, she recognized the feeling. It couldn't be... "No... no... please... NO!" But by now, she was too far gone to hold back. Waves of dark lust swelled through her body, slowly, inexorably cresting towards a humiliating pain-fuelled climax.

"Noooooooo..."

The lust overcame her and her battered body exploded into orgasm. Whimpering and crying like a bitch in heat, the blonde school teacher dropped her head to lap at the drops of cum that were congealing in Jimmy's pubic hair. Her hands squeezed and pulled at her own breasts as wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through her body, merging with the burning pain of the cane on her ass. She tensed, her entire body trembling and glistening with sweat and lust and pain as the orgasm reached its terrible peak and then subsided.

She dropped, limp and exhausted as the pleasure seeped away. Even the pain - Angela still brought the cane down onto her ass, but she barely twitched - seemed far away. Her hands fell away from her abused breasts and she lay on the edge of the couch, tongue still lapping tiredly at Jimmy's cock as the last drops of cum oozed out.

The next thing Marion knew, Angela had grabbed a fistful of hair and had jerked her head away from Jimmy's lap. "Well," the redhead asked. "What did you think? Should we keep her?"

Jimmy just grunted as he replaced his spent cock in his pants. He still looked doubtful.

Angela frowned. "We'll talk about it later, then." She looked down at the blonde woman who quivered at her feet. "I guess we should get down to business." The redhead gestured towards a door. "The rich bitch is all secured?"

"I guess," Jimmy answered, climbing to his feet. "She's not goin' anywhere."

"Fine. We should get the ransom note out as soon as possible. I'll see to it now." The redhead walked over to the cabinet and put the cane down. Marion almost burst into tears with relief. "We didn't plan on this bitch being here," Angela continued, "so we'll have to make do. Stick her in the kennel until we figure out what to do with her."

"Miss Bates," Jimmy ventured, strangely hesitant, "I know you want to keep her, but... well, she's seen our faces. We don't need any more witnesses. We should..."

"I'm aware of that," the redhead interrupted him. "Just stick her in the kennel for now. We'll talk about it later." The tall redhead left the room.

"Well, c'mon Darling," Jimmy said brusquely, grabbing Marion by the hair and jerking her to her feet. "You heard the lady. Into the kennel."

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