Frank Brown - School for discipline

Grunts, squeals, groans, the explosions of the bonfire these sounds throbbed in her ears. She saw little other than the orange firelight glinting off the sweaty young belly heaving at her face. She felt the counterpoint of heartbeats her own, that of the boy on top of her, that of the boy beneath her. She felt the counterpoint of orgasmic contractions, the fuck throbs of five spasming boys. She was bathed in sweat her own and that of the boys sandwiching her. She slid between them like a greased slice of ham. She thought of ham, thought of pigs, an orgy of pigs. She was the sow, thrown into a pen of grunting frenzied boars. And they were on her, under her, inside her, screwing her silly, screwing her to death. Needles of sex sensation shot through her ravaged loins, through her tits, through her toes. Her loins swirled. Spasms gnawed through her asshole, through her cunt. She let go, jerking convulsively, her horny holes chewing the spurting pricks.

Lisa felt a cool mist on her back and cheek. It had begun to drizzle. Fine droplets of moisture exploded into steam above the raging bonfire. The fire, though half the size it had been, still looked like it could burn on for hours. Lisa tried to shift on the sleeping bag, the mutilated cum drenched sleeping bag, but she couldn't move. She was too weak, too sore. All her muscles throbbed like migraine headaches. Her cunt and asshole were raw and blistered. And they oozed cum, oozed cum endlessly like a spring. She could feel the jism trickling out of her. She didn't think it would ever stop. She tried to move again. Hopeless.

As the drizzle continued, Lisa smiled. She winced. Her lips were split in several places. Her tongue was raw and swollen. She could barely swallow. She had the worse sore throat of her life. The drizzle misted the pulsating burn on her left ass cheek, and Lisa smiled again, winced again.

She was Sutton's now, Sutton's forever. They'd branded her with an S – S for Sutton. As the last boy had fallen off her ass, they pressed the small glowing branding iron to her ass cheek. It was over in a moment, but Lisa's head had lit up inside as if with a nuclear explosion. She'd screamed, screamed the loudest scream she'd ever let out it echoed through her bones, through her skull, through her soul.

They'd done it awhile ago. Lisa couldn't tell how long ago, maybe minutes, maybe hours. They'd fucked her half the night, it seemed, and then they'd branded her. Since then they'd been quiet. A few of them watched the fire, a few of them slept a few of them sat staring out into the night like guards. They didn't seem to notice that it had begun to drizzle. They seemed prepared to stay here all night. They were resting.

Rusty was still tied to the tree, his head slumped onto his chest. As Lisa gazed at him, he lifted his head. He looked scared, but he smiled at her. She tried to smile back but could only wince. His prick was standing, jutting up out of his loins at a forty-five degree angle, and it was twitching. A shiny stream of precum clung to the back of his long cock shaft from tip to base. Precum had trickled down over his huge nuts, which Lisa could see now moving in their sac. Rusty was hot, and Lisa could understand why.

He'd watched the Brigade giving it to her for hours. How could he not get turned on? Maybe he'd even shot off while watching. Poor boy, she thought. Poor deprived boy. She wondered whether he would have joined in had he been let loose. Never know, she thought. He's a male and what a male! And there's no telling what a male might do once his cock gets hard. She'd learned that tonight.

What would happen now? They'd drag her back to Sutton. They'd have to drag her, or carry her she surely couldn't walk. Would she still have to go through with slave day tomorrow? No way! That would be the end of her for sure. But then, in Sutton they might not care. Right now, she didn't care either. She might be better off dead.

And what about Rusty? They hadn't touched him yet.

"Get away from me, you bastard!" Rusty yelled.

Lisa looked toward him again. Jimmy was sauntering toward Rusty with a hunting knife. Jimmy's cock was stiff. The other boys began getting up. They were muttering, moving toward Rusty.

"Leave me alone!" Rusty screamed. "You can't do this!"

Jimmy began to cut the ropes.