Parker: Teachers Ransom 2

Marion awoke the next morning, stiff and sore.

And hating herself.

Hating the way she had crawled and whimpered and begged the previous day; hating the way she had taken Jimmy's massive cock into her mouth with barely a word or gesture of protest; hating the way she had come like some kind of whorish pain-slut, choking and gurgling on his hot jism.

Most of all, though, she hated herself for the collar.

The collar.

At Angela's instructions, Jimmy had led the crying school teacher back into the garage where she had first been taken out of the van. His hand tight around her wrist, he dragged her around behind the parked van and over to an area which was enclosed with a heavy chain link fence. It seemed to be a kennel of some sort, although unoccupied at present. The enclosure was empty except for some old blankets bunched up in a corner. He had pulled open the door and shoved her inside, laughing as she stumbled on the uneven cement.

"There y'go, bitch," he sneered. "Home sweet home." Marion tried not to react, turning away and putting her hands over her naked breasts. He just grabbed a handful of blonde hair and spun her around. "None of that," he grinned. "I don't want ya here, but if Miss Bates wants you..." He shrugged, staring at her tits. "Well, I don't gotta like it, but..." He seemed about to say something, but then fell silent.

He looked around the kennel for a moment and his eyes lit on a brown leather collar - the collar - hanging from a peg. Letting out a small grunt, he picked it up and fastened it around his captive's slender neck. Marion trembled with humiliation and anger, but didn't fight it. Once it was buckled on, he pulled down a short length of chain and clipped it to a D-ring on the collar. "C'mon Darling," he taunted, pushing down on her shoulders, "down you go." Flushing a deep red, the blonde woman obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of him. Grinning, Jimmy fastened the other end of the chain to a low rung on the chain link fence. He gave it a sharp tug and then straightened. "That better be there in the morning," he warned. With a grin and a final quick look at her tits, he turned and walked out of the kennel. The door, part of the chain link fence, swung shut and he locked it.

"Sweet dreams," he called as he walked out of the garage. As he left, Marion looked down at the collar and chain. Neither were locked on: the collar was fastened with a simple buckle and the chain with a clip. Her hands were free; she could remove both with ease...

The garage light went out, leaving her in total darkness.

So she used her fingers, tracing first the outline of the collar buckle and then the cold, hard links of the chain down to the simple clip attaching her neck to the fence. Even in the total darkness of the garage, it would be easy - *easy* - to undo and unfasten herself, to free herself at least to some small degree, from this humiliating bondage.

But: "...better be there in the morning..."

Morning found the blonde school teacher curled up in the two blankets, body aching from a night spent on the unforgiving cement floor, and the collar, still buckled to her neck and still attached to the chain.

Marion awoke hating herself.

"Well," came Angela's amused voice, "is our little pet awake?"

The blonde school teacher started and looked up from where she lay crouched on the cement floor of her kennel. The redhead was standing just outside the chain link fence, smiling nastily. Marion opened her mouth to say something angry, but quickly thought better of it. Angela held the cane. Instead, she gave the only answer she could: "yes mistress."

Angela smiled and made a small gesture. One of the men who had been in the van the day before walked forward with two brightly coloured bowls: dog dishes. With a grin, he bent down and slid them under a small opening at the bottom of the fence. "We're too busy to play with you today," the redhead explained as the man straightened up and left the garage. "You'll have to entertain yourself."

"Yes mistress."

With a quiet laugh, Angela turned and left the garage.

One of the dishes had contained something that appeared to be stew (although Marion feared that it was really dog food) and the other, larger dish, was full of water. The blonde teacher had immediately sucked down half the water, but hadn't touched the food. She just wasn't that hungry.

Yet.

Marion spent a little while examining her surroundings. The kennel itself was about eight feet long and four feet wide, enclosed on three sides by chain link and the fourth side by the concrete back wall of the garage. Her collar chain was only a couple of feet long and was attached to the bottom of the fence, so she was unable to stand. The low opening through which the dog dishes had been slid was almost directly beneath the link where her chain was clipped. Other than the ratty old blankets that had been lying against the back wall and, or course, the dog dishes, the kennel was bare. The rest of the garage was scarcely more interesting. From her position on her hands and knees, Marion could see the black van and another car parked side by side. The garage light, however, was directly above the kennel, so the rest of the garage that she could see was shrouded in shadow.

Fighting back a sob, the blonde woman looked down at the chain which fastened her collar-bound neck to the chain link fence. She longed to unclip it - to stand up and take a good look around - but she didn't dare. She just lay back down on one of the blankets and stared upwards at the ceiling.

Time passed...

She had no way of telling how much time had passed when she finally gave in and ate the cold stew. It tasted about as good as it looked, and she finished the remaining water just to get the taste out of her mouth again.

Nothing had changed.

Time passed...

Marion was almost going out of her mind with a strange mixture of boredom and fear. Her body ached with the remembrance of the abuse it had suffered the day before, and she found it almost impossible to get comfortable on the cement floor. Near tears, her neck still surrounded by the collar, she twisted and turned in a vain attempt to find a tolerable position. No matter how she lay, however, the unforgiving concrete combined with the dull yet insistent ache and the sheer boredom frustrated her efforts. Once, she even found herself unconsciously sliding her finger up and down the outside of her pussy. The slight feeling of pleasure was quickly swallowed up by an almost overwhelming sense of humiliation and she jerked her hand away, her eyes darting around the garage in case someone was watching.

No one was.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a daze that was half sleep and half boredom.

Time passed...

She opened her eyes, suddenly aware of an uncomfortable pressure on her bladder. Drawing an unsteady breath, she sat up, her neck chain clinking as it was dragged along the cement. The garage was still empty and quiet; nothing had changed except...

The water dish was full again.

And someone had spread newspaper over the floor in a corner of her kennel.

Time passed... Marion had been crouching bent over for some time now, trying somehow to relieve the pressure on her bladder, but it was becoming too much. She had to pee.

Slowly, she got up on all fours. Again she considered undoing the collar or chain and again she decided against it. Too dangerous. With a quick look around to make certain the garage was empty, she got to her hands and knees and stretched her body so that her lower body was over the newspaper. The collar kept her neck and head near the centre of the kennel, so she had to extend herself to reach it. She tried to find some way to crouch, but it just wasn't possible, stretched out as she was. So, with a quiet sob of humiliation, the captive school teacher raised one leg up against the fence and let loose with a stream of piss. It seemed, to the mortified woman, to take forever, spraying out and splattering all over the newspaper and her leg, but at last the flow stopped. Marion shuddered as the final drips slid down her inner thigh.

"I see our pet is housebroken."

"Nooo..."

The blonde school teacher let out a quiet moan of futile denial as she realized that her actions had been watched. A quick glance confirmed it; Angela and Jimmy were standing just outside the fence, watching... smirking... Dragging her chain behind her, Marion turned away and scrambled to the back of her kennel, trying desperately to find some place to hide.

Her captors just laughed. "See you tomorrow," Angela called out. Marion looked up just as the lights went out and the garage door closed. The blonde woman curled herself into a ball and began to sob as the piss smell slowly pervaded the kennel.

"Up you come!"

Marion was jerked out of a deep, dreamless sleep by a rough voice and a sharp tug on her leash. Dazed, the blonde woman scrambled to her feet and stumbled along behind Jimmy as he released her from her kennel, led her across the garage and back into the house. She followed him down the short hallway and into...

"Miss Seward!"

Sheila!

Marion stopped walking and looked to her left through a half open door. It was Sheila; the dark-haired girl was lying, dishevelled and half-naked on a bare mattress in what appeared to be a small bedroom. The teenager's eyes were red like she'd been crying and she sported a large bruise on her left cheek. She was handcuffed to the bed frame.

Marion started to say something, but was suddenly pulled away by her leash. "C'mon, 'Darling'" Jimmy growled, emphasizing the name. "The little slut's none of your business. Angela wants you." The blonde school teacher resisted for a brief moment, her urge to help the younger girl warring with her fear of punishment, but then gave in and followed the man down the hall. The threat of the cane was just too potent; her ass was still burning from the beating she had been given two days earlier.

Jimmy came to a halt in front of an open door. It was a bathroom. "Clean yourself up and get dressed," he ordered, unclipping the leash and shoving her inside. "You got thirty minutes; anything over that's a stroke minute. Got it?"

A stroke a minute!

Marion nodded. "Yes." And then, face burning: "...m-mister Jimmy."

The man grinned and then pulled the door shut.

Alone in the bathroom, the kidnapped woman examined her reflection. Her curly blonde hair was limp and greasy; one long clump was matted to her forehead with dried sweat and cum. Her face was dirty and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. The remnants of her last meal, eaten from the dog dish, were smeared on each side of her mouth, giving her the slightly ridiculous appearance of a child who had tried to take too big a bite. Parts of her naked body were red and raw, and, as she turned around to look over her shoulder, she saw that her ass was striped red and blue where it had been beaten a couple days earlier. Gingerly, she rubbed her hand over it, wincing at the...

"Five minutes gone, bitch," Jimmy yelled through the door. "Better get to it." Startled from her self-contemplation, Marion scampered over to the shower and reached for the nob.

A stroke a minute.

Marion only had time to spare a quick glance at herself before almost running from the bathroom. Her hair, although damp, was clean and shiny again. The makeup hadn't taken long to apply - she wore very little - but it had worked wonders for her appearance, almost hiding the strain of fear on her face. She still wore the collar, of course, but her captors had laid out additional clothing: stocking and garter; corset and push-up bra; and five inch pumps. Half-panicked at thought of running over the half hour, she walked out of the bathroom as quickly as she was able on the heels.

Not, as it turned out, quickly enough.

"Six minutes over," Jimmy announced, grinning at her as she hustled out. "That's six hard ones."

Marion felt her lower lip trembling at the thought being caned again. "P-please..."

Jimmy ignored her. "C'mon," he interrupted, turning and walking down the hall. Near tears, the blonde woman followed behind. Her legs trembled with fear as he led her into the room where she had been forced to suck him two days earlier. Where she had come like, thrashing and screaming like a whore, with his cum in her mouth...

"Stay," Jimmy ordered, dropping the chain leash. Marion stopped walking and stood in the middle of the room while he walked away, passing from view through a door.

Alone, the captive blonde looked fearfully about the empty room. Her gaze fell almost immediately on the riding crop which had been used on her two days earlier. It sat on the low counter beside a wall, exactly where it had been when Angela had first taken it up. Trembling, she looked around the room. No one was there; maybe she could...

"Hey." Startled, she turned to see one of the other men walk towards her. "What's the matter, honey? Did they leave you all alone?"

"Uhmm... y-yes..." Marion wasn't sure how to address the man, so settled for the neutral "...sir."

The man grinned. "Well, ain't that just too bad. An' I hear you're quite the little cocksucker too. You are, aren't you?"

The blonde woman felt herself blushing, but nodded her head. "Yes sir," she whispered. "I'm a good... good c-cocksucker."

The man was standing directly in front of her. "Well, let's have a little, then." He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed downward. Marion's stomach heaved at the thought of touching and sucking the man's cock, but her fear of the riding crop overcame all else. Sniffling, she undid his zipper and slipped his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. With a quiet moan, she began to lick it and, once it was hard, she accepted it into her mouth. She began running her lips up and down the cockshaft, fucking him with her face.

She had been working for about five minutes when she heard the door open behind her. "At it again, are you?" It was Angela. She sounded amused. "Such an eager little cocksucker."

Marion stopped moving when she heard the redhead speak. Frozen with humiliation, she knelt there in front of the man, his cock resting heavily on her tongue. The man laughed; his cock twitched and the blonde woman tasted pre-cum. Marion started to pull away, but a hand at the back of her head prevented her. "Don't stop on my account, Darling," Angela whispered, her lips brushing up against Marion's ear. "I know how much you like the taste of cum." The blonde school teacher moaned as she felt the other woman's fingers on her pussy. "You finish up what you're doing." The woman's fingers started moving gently over Marion's clit as her tongue flicked out and licked an earlobe. "I don't mind; I can wait."

Marion gurgled a futile refusal around the man's prick, but quickly resumed bobbing her head up and down. She went deeper, swallowing more and more of the man's prick until it was sheathed in her throat, and her face was buried in his smelly crotch hair.

THWACK!

"Mmmmmm!!!" Marion let out a muffled scream as the cane struck her ass.

"Now Darling," Angela admonished, still working her finger along her captive's pussy lips. "You know you earned six strokes for being too long in the bathroom. I've decided to let Jimmy administer them."

THWACK!

"Mnngghh!!!" Marion tried to pull her head away, but was again prevented by Angela's hand.

"Stop it!" Angela ordered. "Don't make it worse on yourself. Just focus on what you're doing."

THWACK!!!

Marion's ass was on fire from the caning, but she continued on with the blowjob, certain that things would only get worse if she disobeyed. The cane struck her four more times as she sucked desperately at the man's cock. At last, the man let out a quiet moan and his cock started to twitch. He was coming. Just as he did so, Angela grasped Marion's curly blonde hair and jerked her face back, causing the cock to slide out of her throat and rest only a couple inches in her mouth. Marion felt Angela's lips at her ear again: "Don't swallow," the redhead hissed. "Keep the cum in your mouth."

Obediently, Marion took the man's cum in her mouth, but didn't swallow. The blonde woman fought down a wave of bile and disgust as the man's cock exploded, spewing wave after wave of hot, sticky cum onto her tongue. It filled her mouth completely; her cheeks were bulging with it before he finally pulled away. A trickle escaped and dribbled down her cheeks before she could close her lips. Laughing, Angela scraped it up with a long, brightly painted fingernail and smeared it on Marion's upper lip, just under her nostril. The smell made the blonde woman want to vomit, but she kept control of her stomach.

"Up you come." Keeping a firm grip in her captive's hair, Angela dragged the woman to her feet and pulled her along to the desk which sat in a corner of the room.. The redhead took the chair and then looked up at Marion. "C'mon, Darling," she said, patting her lap. "Have a seat." Marion's eyes blurred with tears at this new humiliation, but she obeyed. Gingerly, trying not to irritate her aching ass, she sat down on the other woman's lap, facing outward. Angela turned so that they were facing the desk. The redhead's hand snaked around her captive's body. One hand dipped down and resumed work on the woman's pussy while the other fondled and teased Marion's breasts. The blonde woman moaned through her cum-filled mouth, squirming helplessly on the other woman's lap as Jimmy and the man she whose cum filled her mouth leered from across the room.

"Now listen, Darling," Angela said. "We still have that problem I mentioned to you a couple of days ago. We wanted Sheila, not you. As I said, Jimmy doesn't like loose ends, but I've convinced him that there are more than one way to tie up loose ends. Are you with me so far?"

Marion moaned, but nodded. A trickle of cum escaped from between her lips and dribbled down her chin.

"Good." Angela slipped a couple of fingers into the other woman's pussy and began sliding them in and out. "Now, Jimmy and I have talked this over, and we've come up with a plan; a way of minimizing the danger to us while allowing us not to... well, not to use drastic measures. I'm sure you'll agree that that's in your interests."

Again, Marion nodded.

"So," Angela continued, "there's a letter." The hand that had been fondling Marion's breasts reached over onto the desk and pulled a piece of paper in front of the captive blonde. "We want you to write it out in your own hand writing and sign it. That'll give us some time to finish our business with the rich bitch in the other room."

Marion looked down and read the letter. It was from her to Donald, her husband. It went on about how she felt stifled in the marriage; about how she had married too young and needed to be with other men; about how she had already had a number of lovers, including many of her students; about how she needed her freedom. The blonde woman began to sob as she finished the letter. Surely Donald wouldn't believe it; he knew her too well. But...

Jimmy placed a pen and paper in front of her.

"Well?" Angela brought her hand up to tweak one of Marion's nipples. "Are you going to write it, or..."

She left the rest of the sentence unspoken. There was no need to say any more; Marion knew exactly what would happen if she didn't do what they wanted: she was a loose end, and Jimmy would tie her up.

Crying silently, the tears trickling down her face to mingle with the cum tricking from between her lips, she picked up the pen and started to write, transcribing the typewritten letter into her own handwriting. While she wrote, Angela continued to manipulate her pussy and breasts. Against her will, Marion felt her body begin to respond. By the time she signed the letter, she was almost writhing on the redhead's lap, humping her sopping pussy up and down on the other woman's invading fingers.

"Mmmmm..."

She was coming!

"Now swallow!" Angela ordered. Marion stiffened and moaned as an orgasm crashed over her body. Gurgling cum and saliva, she let out a cry and let the sperm slide down her throat. Some of it went down her windpipe, and she began to cough and gag, spitting cum all over herself. Laughing, Angela pushed her off her lap and onto the floor as Marion sputtered and gagged on the cum, huge wads of it going up her nostrils. Finally, she got herself under control.

Angela read the letter over, smiling to herself, and then handed it to one of the men. "Take care of it," she told him. The man nodded and left the room. The redhead turned back to her prisoner who remained kneeling on the floor, her lower face glistening with cum. Still smiling, she walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Come here," she called, patting her lap.

The blonde school teacher shuddered with humiliation, but didn't hesitate. Trailing her chain leash behind her, she crawled over to where her mistress sat. She had a sick feeling in her stomach; she knew what was coming next. Sure enough, as the blonde woman approached on her hands and knees, Angela spread her legs and hiked her leather skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

"I think," the redhead smirked, spreading her bare legs, "you know what to do."

Marion stopped crawling; she'd known what was going to happen, but... she couldn't. She just couldn't. "No," she whispered, backing away. "Oh no, please..."

She knew immediately from the look on Angela's face that she'd made a mistake. They'd been waiting for it all morning. Waiting for her to make a mistake; to refuse to obey.

"Over the couch," Angela snapped, pushing her skirt back down over her legs. She walked across the room towards the cane.

"No, please, I didn't... I didn't mean to..."

"That's four strokes, you stupid bitch," Jimmy called out from across the room. "It'll be eight if you don't get the fuck over the couch and start begging!"

Half mad with panic, Marion scrambled to her feet and ran towards the room to the couch, her slender body trembling as she ran. Reaching it, she almost threw her body over it, placing her hands on the cushions and exposing her ass to the cane.

Waiting.

Angela walked slowly over, tapping the cane on her thigh. "Now, Darling," she drawled, "what did you do wrong?"

"I... I said... 'no'." Marion felt her tears dripping down her face and onto the floor as the redhead approached. "Darling said 'no'."

"That's correct," Angela agreed. She reached Marion's side and began rubbing the cane up and down her prisoner's trembling thigh. "And there's something else you forgot."

Marion fought down the panic. What was it... Oh. "D-Darling forgot to say m-mistress. Mistress."

Angela nodded and smiled. "That's correct. Now, I'm sure you remember what I said a couple of days ago. You have a choice: admit you were bad and beg for correction, or you'll get it twice as bad."

The blonde woman trembled in fear and shame, but she knew what was expected of her. And she had no choice. "P-please mistress," she whined, "please beat me. I've been bad."

"Beat who?"

"Darling," Marion called out, burying her face in the back of the couch. "Beat Darling. Darling was bad."

"Very good dear," Angela told her. "I'm so pleased you remembered your new name. You're still going to be beaten, of course, but I should give you a little reward. Would you like that?"

"Y-yes mistress."

"Fine." The redhead pulled the cane away from the other woman's exposed ass. "As a reward, you can play with yourself while receiving your punishment. Isn't that kind of me?"

Marion sobbed, but knew she had no choice but to agree. "Yes mistress."

"Well, then, get to it."

Still sobbing, the blonde school teacher reached back between her legs and started running her finger up and down over her pussy. If possible, her face turned even redder as Angela bent down to watch for a second and then straightened up.

"Very good," Angela said. "You've obviously had a lot of practice, haven't you?"

"Yes mistress." There was silence for a moment. "I've... Darling's had lot's of practice playing with my... herself."

"You must really enjoy it, don't you?"

"Yes mistress. Darling really enjoy playing with herself."

Angela smirked. "I guess your husband doesn't do much for you then, does he."

Marion felt a thrill of horror shoot through her body. Donald! He must be worried sick about her. And that note! Would he believe...

THWACK!

"Ahhhh..."

Marion took her hand away from her pussy and brought it up to protect her ass as it writhed in pain. Angela just looked down with a smirk on her face. "You know the rules, Darling. That one didn't count." Marion let out a loud sob. "Now get your hand back to your pussy. Count the strokes and thank me for them." Her tear stained face hid by a curtain of blonde hair, the school teacher obeyed. She dropped her hand back to her pussy and began playing with it again.

THWACK!

"Uurrhhh... that's one, m-mistress. Thank you mistress."

THWACK!

"Ahhh... that's two mistress." Marion's long legs kicked and shook beneath her, but she stayed in position over the back of the couch. "Thank you mistress." To her horror, she felt a tingling in her loins as her fingers moved in a blur over her pussy. Spasms of deep, wicked pleasure emanated out from her crotch.

THWACK!

"Thank you mistress... thank you mistress..." The pain was overwhelming. Marion stopped thinking and just screamed out her submission, again and again ("... thank you mistress...") while her fingers dug away at her pussy. In her thrashing, she didn't notice that her hand was now wet with pussy juice, or that the feeling of pleasure and lust from her pussy were pulsing through her body.

THWACK!

"Ahhhh..." Marion bounced and writhed on the couch as the fourth stroke exploded onto her already bruised ass. "Thank you mistress... thank you mistress... oh, please beat Darling... p-please... thank you..." She babbled in incoherent lust, trembling in insane excitement as she drove one, then two and, finally, three fingers in and out of her sopping pussy with wild abandon. "Please hit Darling again!" she cried, writhing on the couch.

With a laugh, Angela began beating her again and again until the pain merged with the pleasure and her body exploded into a violent orgasm. Still babbling her thanks, the blonde school teacher fell sideways off the back of the couch and fell to the floor, spasming and twitching in orgasm. It seemed to last forever, but the pleasure finally faded away into pain and Marion came to her senses, lying in a pool of sweat and pussy juice. When she realized what had happened, how she had degraded herself in front of her captors, she began to cry.

When her sobs subsided, she opened her eyes and looked around. Angela was back sitting on the couch, legs spread under her short skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Well?" Jimmy asked. He was holding the cane now. "Ready to obey?"

Mutely, Marion nodded.

"Well then, crawl on over here, Darling," Angela called. "My cunt's lonely for your face."

Moaning with horror, Marion crawled across the room towards the couch where the redhead was waiting. When she reached her objective, she stopped crawling and knelt, awaiting the next order. It wasn't long in coming. Grinning, Angela pulled her short skirt up to her waist and spread her legs even further.

"Suck it."

Three days earlier - a lifetime ago - Marion would rather have died than touched another woman's pussy, much less kiss and suck it. But things were different now, and this was a different Marion. A different life. This Marion was just thankful that she wasn't being beaten. With a moan of helpless submission, the blonde school teacher dropped her tear-stained face in between her mistress's wide open thighs and brought her trembling lips down onto the waiting pussy. As Marion's lips touched her pussy, the redhead gave a groan of lust and lurched forward on the couch. She brought her hand up behind her captive's head and forced the blonde's mouth even harder into her sopping pussy.

"Oh, that's right, Darling," she gasped, grinding her hips. "Suck it... like a good girl... there's a girl..."

Marion groaned helplessly into the soaking pussy of her mistress, but she forced herself to keep sucking. The musky scent of Angela's pussy was ground into her face and up her nostrils as she sucked and moaned and licked at the slippery pussy-flesh like a pig rooting for truffles. Angela gave another groan. The redhead jerked and writhed on the couch, obviously enjoying the efforts of Marion's captive tongue.

"Spread your legs," Jimmy ordered from behind her, [THWACK!] suddenly bringing the cane down on her ass. Marion jerked forward and screamed into Angela's pussy, but did as she was told, moving her knees apart on the floor so that her pussy was exposed. "OK, Darling," he continued, again bringing the cane down [THWACK!]. "That's a good girl. Now, beg me to fuck you."

Marion felt her stomach heave, but didn't dare disobey. "Please, Mr Jimmy," she half-screamed into Angela's drooling pussy, "please fuck m-me. Fuck Darling." Frightened, she placed her trembling hands on the couch beside Angela's thighs and braced herself.

"Well, since you ask so nicely..." Marion felt the head of Jimmy's cock rub up and down against the outside of her spread pussy lips. "I'll just have to oblige you." Marion gave a gasp of pain and shuddered as he pushed his rigid cock forward, burying it to the hilt in her quivering pussy with one long, slow thrust. Fortunately, she was still sopping wet from her previous orgasms, so the pain from this new invasion was minimal.

Still... the blonde school teacher squirmed and mewled in futile protest, sucking harder on Angela's pussy and running her tongue over her mistress's clit. The redhead groaned and tightened her grip on Marion's hair, forcing the woman's juice-soaked face to push harder and harder up against her pussy.

Laughing in sadistic pleasure, Jimmy slowly drew his cock back until only the cockhead remained inside and then rammed it back in to the hilt. Marion wriggled and screamed with pain as he began to pump his cock back and forth, in and out... Sobbing, the blonde worked desperately at Angela's steaming pussy, biting, nibbling, sucking... doing everything she could to please her mistress.

Anything to bring an end to it.

"Ohhh, yes... that's it, Darling you little whore... you little cunt-hound..."

Marion felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her at those words, but at the same time a strange feeling of... almost satisfaction; satisfaction at pleasing her mistress. And, possibly, avoiding a caning. At the same time, Jimmy's cock was starting to have an effect on her overworked pussy; against her will, it began to spasm and twitch, clutching hopelessly the invading cock meat.

"Mmmmm..."

Things began to spin for the helpless school teacher; her pussy was throbbing and spasming with lust as Jimmy rammed himself in balls-deep, sinking his long, hard cock to the hilt in her warm, tight pussy. He pulled back and then slammed it in again and again, repeatedly filling her pussy with his cock-shaft and stoking the fires of lust in the captive blonde. Marion moaned and sucked, feeling her pussy throb under his assault. His balls slapped up against her clit as he once again thrust deep inside her, sending a trembling wave of lustful pleasure through her battered, captive body.

"You fucking little whore," he gloated, watching her pussy thrust back on his cock, "I know what you want." He pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her and then brought his hand down hard against the side of her ass. Marion lurched forward and screamed as a fresh wave of agony surged out from her already bruised ass, momentarily pulling back but then bringing her mouth back down against Angela's pussy as the redhead tugged painfully on her hair.

"You wanna rub your cunt, don't you?" He slapped her again and then fucked his cock back into her quivering pussy.

Marion sobbed as she jerked and shuddered under his assault. She knew she had to agree. "Yes," she wailed, pulling back slightly from Angela's pussy, "Darling wants to play with her c-cunt." With a thrill of horror, she realized that she was telling the truth; her throbbing clit itched for her fingers.

"Then do it," he ordered, again bringing his hand down hard against her ass.

"Ahhh... yes, mister Jimmy!" Marion screamed, sliding a hand down between her legs and feeling for her pussy. "Yes mister Jimmy."

Jimmy laughed and continued fucking her with long, hard strokes. His balls slapped into Marion's fingers as her fingers moved in a blur over her clit, stoking the sparks lust generated by his cock. Quickly, her lust burst into flame. Overwhelmed with sensation, she began to suck even harder, biting and chewing at Angela's slippery pussy-flesh with new energy, sucking the redhead's clit into her mouth and lathering it with her tongue. At the same time, her fingers dug away at her own pussy, scraping and rubbing as she felt Jimmy's cock working in and out of her drooling flesh. The blonde woman began to lose control completely as Jimmy began spanking her faster and faster, bringing his hands down hard on each side of her quivering ass. Her consciousness was lost in a haze of lust and pain and humiliation as the cock fucked deeper and deeper and Angela's pussy writhed, hot and wet, in her face. Without realizing what she was doing, she began to scream in time with Jimmy's thrusts, her cries transformed into choked gurgles on Angela's pussy juice. Her reddened ass bucked and twitched as the man's cock churned away at the pussy juices inside her drooling cunt.

"Oh yes, you little cunt... bite me, make me come you fucking whore... cunt-hound..." Angela began to lurch up off the couch, ramming her soaked cunt-flesh into the blonde's open mouth. "Make me come... make me come.... Nnnnggghhh...." With a loud cry, the redhead exploded into orgasm, her fingers tightening in Marion's hair and pulling the blonde's face even further into the steaming, heaving pit of her cunt. Her thighs squeezed together, crushing Marion's head between them.

As the redhead came on the couch, Marion's fingers worked harder and harder on her own sopping clit as her pussy spasmed and jerked around Jimmy's driving cock. The pain from the spanking was great, but it blended into and was washed away by the raging torrent of lust emanating from her crotch and sweeping up over her body. She couldn't help herself; she dug her fingers even deeper, sliding two of them into her cunt along with Jimmy's cock. Whining with desperate lust, she even brought her other hand down to work her clit while she finger fucked herself with her other hand.

It was too much for Jimmy.

"Fuck," he groaned, "I'm coming."

He lost all control, slamming his cock in and out of Marion's pussy as hard and fast as he could, not even noticing that he was sharing it with three of her fingers.

"Arghhh..." Angela groaned and twisted on the couch, quivering with lust as she came a second time. "Bite me, you little cunt... bitch..."

Marion screamed as her fingers moved in a frantic blur over her clit, her pussy drooling and spasming as it was simultaneously fucked by Jimmy's cock and her own fingers. Her pussy tightened on his rigid pole and a feeling she had never known before exploded out from her pussy. It churned deep, building on the lust and the pain, and then surged through her body, bursting like a bomb out of her pussy. Her scream erupted into Angela's pussy as she stiffened and exploded into climax.

"Fuck," Jimmy bellowed from behind her, holding on for all he was worth, "I'm coming!" He gripped the sides of Marion's bucking, reddened ass and jerked her backward, impaling her pussy as deeply as possible on his cock as he shot ropes of thick, white sperm into her from behind.

"Suck, bitch!"

Angela cuffed the side of Marion's head as she prepared to cum a third time. The extra pain set off a series of explosive climaxes in the screaming blonde, each one sending her higher and higher as she was bucking and heaving on Jimmy's impaling cock. Still screaming, Marion rammed her open mouth into Angela's swamping pussy, sucking and biting and licking for all she was worth. The redhead bounced her pussy up off the couch, slamming it into Marion's captive mouth as her third orgasm ripped through her body. "Fuuuuuuuck..."

All three participants stiffened in simultaneous orgasm.

Finally done, the redhead dropped back to the couch, twitching as the orgasm aftershocks rolled through her body. Her mouth suddenly free of her mistress's demanding pussy, Marion gasped for breath as she felt Jimmy give a final thrust with his cock and then pull back. It slid free of her sopping, overheated cunt, leaving a trail of cum and pussy juice down the inside of her thigh. Marion's body gave a final shudder as the last trace of orgasm seeped away. The blonde fell back and lay on the floor, moaning and weeping, and wondering what had come over her; wondering how it could possibly have happened. And, despite all the humiliation, the degradation and the shame, she wondered why that awful, demanding spark of lust still remained within her.

With a degrading moan of lust, she reached down and began to rub her pussy.

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