Paul Gable: Teacher bound for torture

"Jenny?"

Susan's mind was still not functioning properly. The beating, the fucking, everything that had happened to her this evening had sadly disrupted her normally orderly mind.

"Mape," Jack finished. "She's a little redhead with big tits. Always runnin' around with all the answers. She's got a Goddamned good set of tits and legs, though. Always wanted to fuck that little bitch."

"Me too. Thought about drivin' my cock right into her mouth. That pretty little ruby rosebud mouth," Clint said, rubbing his cock with one hand. "Yeah, it's gonna stretch real nice around my cock after I get through fuckin' her mouth with it."

"What?"

Susan shook her head, unable to fully understand what they were saying or implying.

"We want you to get that little bitch over her somehow in a couple of days. I don't care how you do it," Jack said, sneering at her. "But you're gonna have her here. Then we'll have a nice party – just the four of us."

"No. Doing things… things with me is one thing," Susan said haltingly. "But not with her. I can't have you take her into something like… like this!"

Jack smirked at her.

"You don't understand, do you? You ain't got much of a choice. We got you here and we're gonna make sure you do what we say."

"No, not that. Never!"

"Never, bitch?"

Jack slapped her hard, the blow knocking Susan back. Her body snapped against the floor, Jack's fingers burning into her cheek. Let them do what they would to her. Never, never would she let herself sink to the level of bringing one of her students here so Jack and Clint could rape her! Never!

Another blow, this one stunning the blonde. Susan rolled to her right side, one hand raised above her head.

"You fucked her in the ass. Now I'm gonna fuck her in the pussy – but the hard way."

Susan half-heard his words. Then suddenly she felt the two teens pulling her up under her arms. Shaking off the forced stupor, Susan began kicking and biting, writhing in their grip. God only knows where all this was going to lead her. They were going to use her as a kind, of pimp. No, no, she would never go that way.

"Nooo, lemme go!"

They dragged her across the floor, knocking her head against a supporting concrete pillar. She felt her knees scraping over the uneven floor as they finally pulled her to the water heater. Clint and Jack let go, leaving her sprawled in front of the tall warm cylinder. She stretched out one hand, curling her fingers around the warm iron support stand. It some [missing text].

"Get the rope," Jack said.

Clint moved around, pulling out some half-inch clothesline from a small box. Susan felt them pulling her hands back, feeling the rope wrapped in a figure-eight fashion around the chafed areas of her wrists.

"Can never tell about his one. She's gonna try to bolt if we let 'em?"

"Man, she's still hot." Jack said, running one hand down around her ass to touch her asshole. "Damn!"

"What you gonna do?"

Jack grinned, pulling out a pack of crushed cigarettes and tapping one out. He fished out some matches, then struck one, lighting the tobacco. Susan coughed, the acrid smell of the blue smoke choking her. What were they doing back there?

"You gonna change your mind about Jenny? Gonna cooperate and get the little bitch over here when we say?"

"No! I told you I wouldn't and I meant it," Susan reported.

"Then we're gonna have to convince you, I guess."

Jack inhaled sharply, the tip of his cigarette glowing bright red as be bent forward over her. Susan coughed again, her heart starting to pound furiously. She instinctively knew what he was going to do. Tensing, she could feel the heat of that cigarette burning into her back.

"You got real nice skin. Too bad you don't wanna take care of it."

Jack pulled the cigarette from his mouth, flicking off the bot ash next to her, then puffed some mote. The blue smoke began gathering around Susan's bead, choking her. How she loathed cigarette smoke! And now she couldn't get away from it.

Jack brought the burning cigarette down to her ass, dropping it so close she could feel the burning embers against her flesh. Susan trembled, her flesh dampening with sweat. Her nipples began to stiffen once more as Jack moved the cigarette to her left thigh, letting it fall down until the blackened red ash touched her bulging tendon.

"Nnnfnnfnfnfflfffff!"

Susan closed her eyes, certain he was going to burn her to death. Jack drew the ash down, down along her thigh, then back up the other one until he was moving it close to her cunt. The woman cried out, her eyes rounding, opening, staring wildly ahead of her.

"No!"

Jack pushed the cigarette up to her cuntal hairs. He watched with some delight as the blonde curls blackened under the intense heat curling down to her goose-fleshed cuntmeat.

Susan trembled, her ass cheeks flexing while her knees dragged against the concrete floor. Jack moved the cigarette up a little more, this time the glowing ember nearly touching her pussy. Susan whimpered, her nostrils burning with the oxygen she sucked in.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

The young man moved the cigarette away for an instant, then brought it back, touching her right nipple with the glowing tip.

"Yaghghhghghg!"

The pain was tremendous and immediate. Susan wrenched her head around, snapping her body forward. The resulting movement drove her hard against the water heater and Susan thought she would surely faint from the pain. Her howls filled the room as the woman desperately tried jerking her tits away from the hurting, burning thing.

"That's only a sample."

The cigarette was drawn away. Susan slumped down against the floor, her ass high in the air. She would have surely slipped into a stupor of pain if it hadn't been for the terror knifing through her heart. The cigarette was back at her pussy. He was burning her cuntal hairs, then moving the burning tip around until it was centered right above her winking cunthole.

"Oh, don't do this to me! You're going to hurt me," Susan waited, waggling her ass from side to side.

More beads of cold perspiration trickled down from her forehead as she felt the heat increasing. The woman tensed her body, breathing in long, heavy breaths. Jack laughed a short, cruel snort, then dropped the cigarette against the muscle just below her clit.

"Eaghghghghghghhhhh!"

Susan thought the world had exploded around her. She screamed like a wild woman, hearing the cigarette hiss out from her flowing juices. Again the teacher bucked forward, slamming her head against the water heater. Sweat had made her naked ass glisten. The young woman screamed and screamed, that burning agony in her cunt seeming to go on forever.

"Man, you think she came with that?" Clint asked.

"Naw. But she's close, real close," Jack observed, swatting Susan on the ass with his right hand.

Finally Susan's cries died to moans and sobs of fear. She had never felt pain like that in her life. Never! And now they had her crouched down here in front of the water heater, her hands roped together.

"Lemme warm 'er up again, then fuck her. Looks like she needs somethin' back up her cunt or she's gonna go clean outta her mind."

Susan the hiss of leather being scraped along the fabric of his trousers. Jack had pushed the belt back into his Levi's earlier and now he was taking it out again, doubling it, getting ready to beat her with it. Susan cried, chewing down on her lower lip until she tasted blood.

"No!"

The leather hissed in the air, slicing through the darkening shadows. In a second it came down, the doubled edge slapping hard against her naked flesh. Susan wailed, her asscheeks jiggling from the force of that hard blow. It jarred her head, forcing her to buck forward and strike her forehead yet again against the water heater.