Kathy Andrews - Disciplined mother

Krystal knew, on seeing that look he wore, that he was telling the truth. Oh, how she hated him! How, she hated her mother!

"Oh stop it, stop it! I can't take this any more! Please, oh please, don't, don't do this to me any more! You're hurting me!"

Krystal screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice hurting as the sound shrilled through the large room. The other girls began sobbing louder, twisting about as they watched the young teen tortured by the whip.

"Hurts, does it?" Mike said, a savage smile twisting across his lips.

"No, don't, no more! No more!"

"Take her down!"

Linda pulled the ropes off roughly, pushing Krystal from the post. The girl stumbled forward, throwing her arms in front of her for support. Linda grabbed one roughly, twisting it back and up, pressing her knuckles against the small of her back while forcing her down onto the ground. The resulting pain in her upper arm made the teen think it was broken.

"You'll move here the way we want you to move," Linda said, jerking the girl's other arm around and holding her wrists together. "Now keep them that way."

Krystal knew it was hopeless to fight back. She bowed her head, her long hair curtaining her face as the woman wrapped a cord around her wrists, binding them together.

"Now, crawl across the floor… now!"

Krystal felt Linda's shoe kick her in the ass, pushing her down onto the floor face-first.

"I said crawl! This isn't your damned bed!"

Krystal struggled to her knees, still keeping her head bowed low. She began walking forward, the concrete floor hurting her terribly. She slid past the post to which she'd been bound earlier, past one of the roped teens, then finally to Mike. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair, jerking her head up. Krystal groaned as he snatched the strands from her scalp. All she could think of now was ending this horrible session and getting back to a room where she could hide.

"You're over here now, baby. Stand up so we can finish your first lesson!"

Over! Thank God, it was going to be aver! Almost letting out a cry of joy, Krystal braced herself against the big man, forcing herself to her feet. She stood there in front of him, knowing his eyes were raping her. Krystal fought back the tears and fear, knowing full well Mike was going to rape her some time while she was at this "school". She prayed to God it wouldn't be tonight. No, not tonight, not after all this horror.

"You look a little dirty after your ordeal, Krystal. I think maybe you need something to clean you off before you go back to your room and think about what happened today."

"No, don't!"

Krystal wasn't sure what they were talking about. But she could see from their sneers it would be horrible. Mike grabbed her by the throat, wheeling her around, his fingers bruising her flesh. Krystal felt icy panic grip her heart. She could hardly breathe, her feet seemed to give out beneath her as he pushed her back into the room. Behind her, Krystal could hear the others again, crying out for Mike to stop it as he strangled the teen.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

He let go, Krystal falling against something very hard and very cold. Turning her head about, she noticed it was, a tub of some sort.

"Now, up we go."

His hands were on her again, rolling her into the tub, forcing her into a collapsed heap. Krystal shuddered, her flesh turning blue and breaking out into goosepimples. The cracked porcelain surface was terribly uncomfortable. Stretching out both legs, uncurling them, the girl twisted around until her spine was pressed against the curved back of the old-fashioned washtub. The backs of her calves shuddered as she waited far Mike to work his worst on her. He was standing by the side of the tub now, grinning at her. Linda was nowhere to be seen. Some louder screams from the front of the room told Krystal that Linda was busy with one of the other girls for the moment.

He reached down, opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Krystal drew back, staring up at him, her mouth opened in wonder. Mike held his cockhead in one hand, rolling it from finger to finger, enjoying the scene as Krystal squirmed uncomfortably under the shadow of his fat fucker.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Your final lesson for the day, like I said, Krystal. You don't believe me?"

Was he going to make her fuck him? Was he going to make her, oh God in heaven, suck him? She shrank back, her small shoulders shuddering while the long red tips on her tits became stiff and hot from the surrounding porcelain. All sorts of thoughts raced through her head as she waited for Mike to make his move.

"Gotta piss, you know? I've been working all this time with you and haven't had a chance to go to the john. You understand what I'm talking about, Krystal?"

"Please, don't hurt me."

It was the only thing she could think of, feeling the ropes cutting into her wrist flesh again. He was bracing his knees just under the lip of the washtub now, a strange expression on his handsome face. Krystal focused her attention on his cock once more and noticed a clear drop appearing on his piss-slit. Another appeared and at that point the teen realized what he was going to do to her. She screamed, kicking her bare feet against the side of the tub, twisting around just as the yellowish stream cascaded over her tummy.

"No! God, God, that's sick! Stop it! Don't do that to me!"

Mike only laughed at her horror, his piss now a twisting thick yellowish stream spattering over her whip-scarred flesh. Krystal gagged, able to smell the stink of his urine already. She could hear some of it gurgling down the drain around her feet as she kicked and flailed against the sides of the tub. She could feel the hot, oily stream washing over her belly, then trickling into the thick blonde bush of her cunt before spattering onto her thighs. Pissed on! It had to be the ultimate humiliation! She shivered with revulsion, blinking her eyelids rapidly as Krystal felt the sour phlegm rising in her throat. It was then Mike stopped, flicking several droplets against her face. The girl spread her legs as far apart as she could, lifting her ass, trying to keep her body away from the filthy, piss-stained tub floor. The last of it finally trickled down the drain. Krystal heaved a sigh of relief. Now perhaps he would let her go.

"Don't go anywhere," he cooed, leaning against the tub again and starting to piss on her once more.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Krystal at this point wished she were dead. She bit her lips to keep from screaming with frustration and rage. The thin, hot yellowish spray stung her nipples, slicked through the valley between her tits, then stained her belly once again. She jerked her head around the moment she felt his piss beating against her chin.

"No, you're not cooperating, Krystal. You're going to be here all night. And I thought you were making such good progress for a novice."

"No, not there, not in my mouth!"

Mike backhanded her twice, knocking her head against the side of the tub. There were more slaps across the side of the face until Krystal finally came around. At that moment, she would have sold her mother to Satan to stop the painful beating. Mike nodded with approval, jerking her head back.

"Now, open those pretty lips. I wanna see that mouth, Krystal. Do as you're told."

His voice was calm, only the slightest tremor betraying just how excited he was. Krystal closed her eyes, taking in a deep, panting breath. Her tits slapped together as she squirmed on the piss, and did as she was told. It was just when he began to piss once more that Krystal realized her cunt was tingling. The pissing scene, to her amazement, was starting to arouse her!

"Now, open your eyes and look right at me. Yes, that's the right way."

The piss started again. Mike was directing the stream along her chin, then moving it up until it was shooting into her mouth.