Paul Gable - Slave schoolgirl

Juice started running from her cunt mouth to her thighs, mingling with her sweat. Long red stripes appeared on her ass where the cat cut into her. First the stripes, then large purple welts. Allison kept yammering for mercy, begging them to stop the awful pain. But Jack kept on, seeming to gain strength from her cries.

"Ohhhhhh!"

He was concentrating on her ass now. The girl clenched her asscheeks together until the big muscles ached and cramped from the tension. She was trying to protect her asshole from the leather. Oh God, God, she would die if he beat her with that thing on her asshole or pussy!

"Yayyghghhhh!"

The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. With a yowl of despair the girl felt herself falling down. Again she heard Erika commanding her to stand straight. Unbelievably the girl tried to obey the headmistress, stiffening her legs as best she could. But the strength left her when another sharp blow across the backs of her thighs made her scream.

She staggered back, her arms flailing out from her body for balance but it was impossible. With another scream she toppled to the floor. The last thing Allison remembered was the cat striking her arm, making her jerk it away as if she'd just touched a hot stove. Then the world was bathed in darkness and with a sigh of relief the girl sank into unconsciousness.

Allison had no idea how long she'd been out. When she came to, the girl saw she was standing, her body leaning against something wooden. But when she tried to move the young teen realized she couldn't! What was going on? Pulling up one arm Allison managed to press her right palm against the wooden wall in front of her. She banged as best she could, opening her mouth and screaming out for help! What kind of closet had they put her in? She couldn't bend her knees, couldn't even turn around. It was as if she were in a mummy's case!

And it was, so dark! Then Allison thought of air! Where was the air coming from… if indeed there was any air! Oh God! Perhaps Erika and the others felt they had gone too far and couldn't trust her to keep silent. Perhaps they were going to kill her and dispose of her so they could keep playing their games on unsuspecting mothers and daughters.

"Help!" Panic raced through her body, her throat and chest tightening.

"No need to shout, dear. We're all out here," Erika's voice said.

For a moment Allison felt a wave of relief. Then the thought of being trapped while they were free to do as they pleased outside struck her. What awful thing did they have planned for her now?

For at least ten minutes nothing happened. Allison stood there, her knees and ass pressed against the splintery wood, her ears perked up to catch the slightest sound. Nothing, absolutely nothing! Sweat broke out all over her body as fear gripped her. Again she whispered prayers, her childhood prayers as she waited for the people outside to make their moves.

A faint scraping sound! What was it? She felt a trickle of air coming through a tiny dot near her. Yes, there were several of these openings all around her. She could see them now, could see faint pinpoints of light coming through!

And then, before she could assess this latest development, something scraped along the part of her case opposite her throat. It was a long, narrow object. A needle! Oh God, they were going to stab her! She screamed, jerking her head back as much as she could, but the sharp point struck her throat. Allison coughed, shouting for them to stop. In an instant the needle was gone.

"Now what are you doing to me?" she cried, her heart pounding wildly. The girl thought of all those tricks she'd seen on television with magicians shoving swords through cabinets. It was the same thing here, only she was really inside!

"Guess!"

Another needle slipped in quickly, followed by a third. Allison heard the steady advance of the objects before she felt the tiny puncture wounds. In the instant before the needle struck the girl flattened her shoulders against the wood. Whimpering, she tried drawing her hands to her tits but there was no room to move. All she could do was shake against the box violently and scream as loudly as she could.

"Aaiiyyyeeeeee!"

The terrified teen gasped as her nipples hardened against the needles. Yes, they were touching her nipples, threatening to tear through the rubbery tips! The girl sobbed, attempting to sink away from the onslaught. But her knees wouldn't bend, wouldn't give way against the wood. They had her trapped, unable to move.

"Ughhhhh!"

The needles withdrew a bit, then twisted back in. Once more the girl felt the sharp cold tips touching her nipples and again they threatened to pierce the flesh, leaving the girl half-hysterical with terror and pain.

"No, no, oh dear God, don't let this happen to me!" she bawled.

The needles withdrew a third time, only to come back in a little lower, touching the pouting, rounded bottoms of her tits. It was a steady torture. And the searing pain brought about its pleasure as well. It was as if a thousand delightful teeth were nibbling at her clit, making her tighten her ass and thighs. What was it with her? She shouldn't be feeling all these delightful feelings between her legs. And yet trapped like that, unable to move, tormented by those needles, Allison couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was growing hotter by the moment.

As best she could the girl beat the sides of the case with her fists in rhythm with the needles that advanced again. More sweat oozed from her, sucking down her flesh as she threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the box. One needle had come through a lower hole, pinching her clit, threatening to spear into her pussy.

"Oooohhhhhh!"

The searing, dizzying pain made her body shake. The girl thought for a moment she was going to pass out a second time. And then, as quickly as they had come, the needles disappeared. Thank God, oh thank God!

The door opened and a wave of cool air blew against her body. Jack caught her as she fell, holding her back against the rear of the case. Twisting her head around Allison could see it indeed was a mummy case, something Erika doubtlessly had commissioned in the carpentry shop. She gasped, gulping in lungfuls of fresh air, still feeling the sting of the whip and the pricking of those awful needles.

"I think she's had enough," Jack said, feeling her tremble against his body.

"Nonsense! The girl is made of stronger stuff than you think," Erika countered, sauntering up to Allison and grabbing her by the chin.

"You enjoy this, don't you dear? I could spot you and your type a mile away. You enjoy me and the others humiliating you this way, don't you?" Erika asked, her voice tensing while her grip on Allison's chin tightened.

"I don't know what you mean!" the girl gasped, feeling the flash of truth, her face reddened.

"Of course you don't," Erika said, her eyes narrowing. Dropping her hand she backed away. "You don't know what I'm talking about any more than you don't know that your cunt dripped, yes, dripped juice while the doctor was whipping you. You didn't realize we were watching you, watching how your ass tightened, how hard your nipples became while you backed into the cat."

Allison shook her head, trying to cover her ears, screaming out protests. She wasn't that kind of girl that kind of degenerate. What Erika was describing was the kind of woman who belonged in a mental institution. She was only her mother's little girl, an innocent victim!

"I see you don't believe me… even though you know what happened to you. What were you feeling while we were beating and fucking you? You still don't believe me?" Erika asked, a touch of exasperation in her voice. "Very well, I suppose we must show the truth to you in a harsh way."