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It had been a few weeks since the big man had so unfeelingly taken her when with her meal came a message. It read `you are rented out, for a film, be ready immediately after breakfast, only hair on your head not to be shaved, the rest... off…clothing will be provided, no make-up and you will be very, very compliant. Any attempt to refuse or run off will I promise result in your next film being a bdsm and snuff job at that.
It was not a request, or please would you, that much she knew, and a shudder ran through her as she contemplated the film and ate the meal.
Anyway, after a night of fitfully sleeping, the breakfast eaten, she showered then shaved with the throw away razor`s they provided and showered yet again, she dressed in the clothes provided, white shirt, white vest, blue knickers white socks, gymslip and black trainers. She platted her hair and smiled at herself in the mirror, glad she was still good looking enough to pass for a schoolgirl, her breasts under the vest fortunately not huge, the collar was a little out of place, but even schoolgirls could be punks nowadays. And they had fitted it so tuff! They should have thought of that shouldn’t they!
She sat nervously on her bed waiting and feeling a little self-conscious.
The clatter of the door shook her… it was time… the jailer snapped his fingers and she stood and followed him through the long cold corridors. They entered a room, till then she had not seen, another two girls stood here both dressed alike, each blinking under the strong lights and amazed that there were more women in this place, it had never occurred to her that there would be more, believing she was unique.
One was a wisp of a thing dark and like Claire wearing a collar, as was the third girl a taller red head.
The three stood silently while the collars were removed, using some strange electric key like a modern car ignition fob.
They were soon ushered up stair`s to a high walled yard, still in silence each smelling the fresh air that only permeated to the cells via the air con.
“IN” the only words the jailer had spoken, as he loaded them into a closed van. The doors clattered shut and the motor was soon on the move, the girls took the chance to speak. The dark one said her name was `Anne,’ the redhead `Bettina’ and they had been “collected” from Bethnal-green, Anne just a month ago, `Bettina’ saying, this was her second year! That thought sent shivers through Claire.
As the motor rumbled and swayed through the busy streets `Bettina’ said she had been used for films before, a short bdsm porn film at a farm somewhere, that was painful and one of the girl she had been with ran off, she was caught by the dogs, and they had torn her to bits in front of them, to the joy of the men who filmed it all with great joy. Since then she had been wary of escaping, Anne, by now was sniffing as if to burst into tears. The latest to arrive and the obvious youngest, she had as yet not settled to the idea of never seeing mother again. Claire being Claire put her arm round the girl, but the redhead didn’t seem to notice.
The road became rough, the progress slower, bumpier, then the van stopped, and they heard the cab door clatter then silence, too scared now to talk lest they be overheard they sat for a while in silence, till the driver returned and they felt the van reverse. Various noises were heard then the doors opened especially the dogs outside, which gave the newer two a moment of fear and took their minds from the surrounding group of a dozen, probably Arab men, all jabbering in some foreign language, as they were helped out into a barn, huge ill lit and dark where they were told to sit on some bales of straw covered with old sacks at the far right end, which of course they did. Grinning men surrounded them, obviously checking them out though none dared to touch the worried women.
A taller more refined man appeared, and the men gathered round him, apparently to cast some sort of vote as to which girl they wanted for what.
The tall man came to the girls, and in good English he now explained to the trembling women what the filming day was all about. “You’re here to make three separate films, the first one will be called, `school-girl meets the head’ a spanking film, the second, this afternoon, is a `school-girl Gang-****` and will feature just another one of you and a number of my more youthful actors, and sadly the third this evening, will be the last film for one of you ladies. My men have selected you by vote and they will supervise you till we are ready for you and will see to transporting the surviving two of you back to where you came from this morning!” with that he turned away and left the stunned and terrified girls sitting with open mouths.
An hour passed in a section of the barn curtained off from the main space, lights were being checked, cameras adjusted, and an office set made up, which did nothing for their nerves, a bucket was provided for nervous urinating, which in front of the leering guards all three girls took advantage of. The tall grey-haired man, now in a gown and mortarboard hat came to collect a very relived Anne, who knew she was to be caned, but it was better than the alternatives.
Her leaving, had Claire and `Bettina’ more scared than ever, both realising the odds of being the unlucky girl had just shortened to 50/50.
The filming began, both waiting girls being warned to silence, as after a little dialog, the cane began its work, out of sight but not the imagination of the two remaing women listening to the cries and latterly the screams of the victim.
It was a long slow hour, before a prone and sobbing Anne was returned on a stretcher, her arse bloody and scarred, to be sprayed with some sort of anaesthetic, and loaded into the van still only semi-conscious.
The set was being changed, both remaining girls near to tears, the tension knotting the muscles in their bellies to the point they refused the proffered hot dogs when the crew stopped to eat.
Work commenced once more and the set, a dormitory was completed fairly rapidly. A tall cage was uncovered near the set, empty and thick of bar it stood menacingly now a reminder, as if a reminder was needed… The grey haired “headmaster’ reappeared and stood before the two women, who knew the time had come, the sword of Damocles, the scales of justice, that live or die decision.
The women held hands for that instant both as one, there fate in the hands of this grey-haired man in his headmasters suit, hearts-beat faster, mouths dried. The evil bastard leant down and took `Bettina`s’ hand, a brief smile crossing the bigger woman`s face, one of relief, a winners smile one laced with a touch of superiority, of satisfaction! Clair watched, her heart sinking as the red head was led away towards the set, believing she, Claire had lost, she was now left to be the non-returner, her imagination running wild, as the taller woman not even sparing her a glance, walked self-assuredly away. Tears were forming, eyes misting as they neared the curtain, then CLANG with a sideways shove the off-balance girl fell into the cage as the cage door closed. The arrogant red haired woman, still dressed as a sixth former began to scream as she realised the implications of that cage. The headmaster standing smiling at the con he had pulled off, in getting the woman to lead herself to that dreadful cage without fuss or force!
Claire`s heart leapt as the cage with `Bettina’ gripping the bars and now hysterically screaming was wheeled away, she had been happy enough to leave Claire to her fate without even a backward glance but Claire, being Claire, felt sorry for the other woman, facing an uncertain but certain end at the hands of these brutes.
Her thoughts interrupted ` as the; `headmaster’ returned, “My dear the mini bus is late, , but we are ready for you, so we shall do the preliminaries first…it is fetching your studs, no doubt there has been some delay…come”
She stood, and on tottery legs followed the man to the set, a row of neat beds, each with the sheets turned down, as if waiting an occupant. The nearest with two cameras and lights obviously for her.
Whatever was to befall her now was likely to be better than the outcome for `Bettina’ and in a strange way she was relieved. Desperately she tried to remember the name of the film, but the clapper board man chalking on the little board `gangbang 1’ reminded her. she was to be fucked by boys, how many? How brutally? To be honest she didn’t care, she had fucked before, no doubt she would again, her smelly landlord, was nothing to that big fellow and this was supposed to be boys, boys, boys she thought don’t present as big a challenge…I only have three holes how bad can it get…
This and a lot more flew through her mind till a second master a shorter fat man again dressed as a teacher, and a hard-faced older woman with glasses and twin set, appeared, along with a short man with a megaphone like voice, who bawled loudly for silence… “right here`s the script, mistress will fetch her in, telling her she`s a prize for the boys rugby team, who have won the shield this year.
The boys when they appear will be accompanied by a master, and allowed to have her in order, supervised by the master who is also their coach, after the boys leave, he will get last go followed by the headmaster and the mistress who will administer any punishment she sees fit for any infringements during the takes.” He looked around then bawled “gorrit…”
She was taken out through a side door by the mistress, who held her hand and patted her bum saying she could not wait… it made her shudder.
A distant voice said “action!” and she was pulled into the room, and lectured by the mistress, some twaddle about being the prize chosen by the rugby team and being good for them and their morale… Claire`s mind being on the fact a team is 15 plus any reserves, till the call of “cut” broke in on her busy mind.
A set man jabbered at the headmaster, who nodded, and announced that the team had arrived. She knew it was about to happen. Minutes passed, then the call of action and the clapperboard man snapped “take 2” as the coach/master appeared with a lad of about 17 summers in tow, announcing that “this girl is your prize, and you as captain, can strip her ready and use her first, then when you have done the rest can have a turn, and you can use her as hard as you personally wish Mike… enjoy”
The lad took no twice telling, and the master sat on the next bed,watching as the lad began his work.
Claire by now had resigned herself to the over-dose of sex she knew was about to engulf her body, it had been at one time her fantasy to be gang- banged by a lot of men, but reality…well that’s not always the same fun as fantasy is it!
This first lad was a fair looking baby-faced youth, who she decided to mentally pretend was her younger brother, and that she would go with the flow. He was obviously not experienced, a fact that she realised as he fumbled with her clothing, basic though it was. Claire, though, in theory the victim, felt sorry for the lad, knowing that he being the captain his less than confident fumbling`s would be an embarrassment when the film was shown and by convention he was as much a forced player as she!
So, not so obvious help, they sensuously stripped one another his eyes like saucers as slowly her body was revealed to him, she whispered in his ear as if in a caress to “just go with the flow,” quietly asking his name while kissing him as if overjoyed to be offering herself to him and having him slip himself into her body. he was rigid but not much more in size than her smallest vibrator at home, he began his jig, whispering in her ear “Mike miss” while clumsily pawing at her breasts. He gently slid into her, she could sense she was his first. His hips were moving but oh so very gently, so she licked and caressed his ear once more, her arms wrapped round his body and again whispering so only he could hear, that “she would not break and for him to be more vigorous!”
It was like pressing an `on’ switch, the lad suddenly came to life, slamming his hips at her in a very hard penetration that like a piston hammered at her, and managed to shake the bed, while forcing himself deep and with rapid strokes. He was not destined to stay long in the saddle, his clenched buttocks and his smile, her only real indication that he had finished his exertions. He withdrew, and the coach told him to send in the next in line and to tell the team to strip and be naked when they came in here…
He second lad was quick to divest himself of clothing, strong and youth-full near six feet tall and with an already erect penis this one she instinctively knew what it was for, with no more adoo, he strode up and climbed onto her still naked body. Slamming himself into her and battering himself inside with gusto, her eyeballs shook in her head as her fingers gripped at the bedclothes while he went at her like a hammer. He too didn’t last long, by the fifth lad she was overflowing, her belly felt full her cunt sore, when a solid lump of a lad appeared, big and angular, his uncut tool stiffening as he saw her, kissing her like a gentleman and sliding his hands over her breasts gently but firmly, he kissed her then slid himself into the soggy morass that was her sex, his ministrations gentle but firm, and his love making much more than just sex, he was a memorable lover, who managed almost immediately to get her to climax, once more, her third since this filming had begun.
He was soon away and another mounted, then another, at ten she lost count, tall lads came, literally, then were replaced, they became a blur, stocky bodies, thin lads with bravado, or timid big boys, ones that filled her handsomely and some that dribbled, round heads and cavaliers, gentle and brutal, she became a puppet, orgasms had come and gone, she was now a limp impression of a once proud and energetic girl… cum soaking the bed as it leaked from her between suitors. Her head lolling to one side now it being an effort to raise even her eyes in greeting as yet another lad slid deep into her body, despite the entreaties of the coach, who egged on the boys as only a coach could, and roundly cursed her for not being welcoming to his last few men!
Suddenly the cry of “Next!” was greeted by the team outside the door saying that was all, they had all “been in”
A cry of “Cut” and her ordeal was for now over. In the background she heard the clatter of the team being herded back onto the transport, and in the quieter time after, an English voice saying “get her cleaned up but leave the sheets…” then a voice giving orders in their jabber, and two men grabbing her and hauling her outside.
The sting of cold water from a hose brought her senses back, the two men supporting her while a third washed her off like some prize heifer before a show. Spluttering and coughing she stood strangely feeling both humiliated and refreshed, when the hose was jammed into her body the cold wash of the water flooding and flushing her belly in a way that she never thought possible.
Suddenly it was over, she was thrown a towel and brought inside, where they were awaiting her return.
She had forgotten what had been said, the two masters and that hard-faced mistress wanted her yet. she was led back to the soggy bed. Here, at the snap of a finger she lay, trembling a little from the damp and cold feeling both inside and out.
That bloody clapper board man clattered his board and intoned “take 4”and the coach rose from the bed where he had been still lounging, came over to her, telling her as he did, to “turn over on all fours, I`m not using that wet sloppy cunt!”
She duly rolled over and up to her knees, fixing her eyes to the tatty headboard, she knew instinctively that this bastard would be brutal, she was not wrong she felt his prick end against her anal cavity, gently it nuzzled its self into the tight ring, then unlubricated and with an irresistible force it moved forward, her face hit the headboard, unable to move away further the intruder, a good stout 8 incher tore into her bowel, and she screamed, a single loud and desperate scream that said everything about her fierce pain. It spurred him on, he began repeated and fierce jerks of his hip, each hammering her face into the padded headboard and sending her senses reeling. She was aware of a presence at her bedside, the headmaster, his tool another thick wand beside her face, her arse now a ball of fire her voice a sob he took her head and swung it to his crutch…together they thrust alternately, she was unable to breath, by now she didn’t care, she was being fucked to death, her mind reeled, visions of home, flashed before her, boys, millions of boys or was it the same boys, the ones from the rugby…they wouldn’t kill her…could they, but she knew they could, she began to black out, as the headmaster spewed his balls into her throat…
She came too, dimly aware of silence, her arse was on fire, the sour taste of bile and cum in her mouth, her face buried in the pillow, and her body still on her knees.
She collapsed to her left side, her eyes taking in the beds beside hers dormitory, yes dormitory…
The clapper man cried “take 5” and that hard-faced woman drifted into her vision, still fully dressed in twin set and pearls.
The woman kissed her tenderly, it was not what she expected, her breasts were caressed, softly, gently, the hands of the woman sliding to her nipples, lips gently kissing her own, the fingers slithering round the areola like the touch of a butterfly.
She found the kisses being returned, tongues flicking past teeth, hands automatically slipping under that jacket finding the bra through the thin fawn jumper, soft and warm, it was the first tiny piece of affection anyone bar that first boy had shown today.
Together they rolled onto the bed, the matrons shoes clattering to the floor, as they began an epic love making session.
Matrons body slowly being revealed, soft sexual areas caressed, fingers busy until tired and beyond care once again our heroine came massively.
She was just aware of the woman leaving her, long stockinged legs, suspenders and little else bar the pearls, and a smile. In a daze she was ushered, near carried, to a waiting car, passing as she did, the now silent redhead in that cage, awaiting the end however it came… she couldn’t meet the woman`s eyes, and was soon seated, her jailer driving her quickly away. This time , it being a car she could see, a long rough drive turning out onto an A class road, they awaited a car to pass passed and they were barely out on the road when a convoy of police vans hove into sight, in the mirror they saw the vehicles turn onto the long rough drive, perhaps they would save Bettina, who knew Claire`s eyes began to close it had been a long, long day.
It had been a few weeks since the big man had so unfeelingly taken her when with her meal came a message. It read `you are rented out, for a film, be ready immediately after breakfast, only hair on your head not to be shaved, the rest... off…clothing will be provided, no make-up and you will be very, very compliant. Any attempt to refuse or run off will I promise result in your next film being a bdsm and snuff job at that.
It was not a request, or please would you, that much she knew, and a shudder ran through her as she contemplated the film and ate the meal.
Anyway, after a night of fitfully sleeping, the breakfast eaten, she showered then shaved with the throw away razor`s they provided and showered yet again, she dressed in the clothes provided, white shirt, white vest, blue knickers white socks, gymslip and black trainers. She platted her hair and smiled at herself in the mirror, glad she was still good looking enough to pass for a schoolgirl, her breasts under the vest fortunately not huge, the collar was a little out of place, but even schoolgirls could be punks nowadays. And they had fitted it so tuff! They should have thought of that shouldn’t they!
She sat nervously on her bed waiting and feeling a little self-conscious.
The clatter of the door shook her… it was time… the jailer snapped his fingers and she stood and followed him through the long cold corridors. They entered a room, till then she had not seen, another two girls stood here both dressed alike, each blinking under the strong lights and amazed that there were more women in this place, it had never occurred to her that there would be more, believing she was unique.
One was a wisp of a thing dark and like Claire wearing a collar, as was the third girl a taller red head.
The three stood silently while the collars were removed, using some strange electric key like a modern car ignition fob.
They were soon ushered up stair`s to a high walled yard, still in silence each smelling the fresh air that only permeated to the cells via the air con.
“IN” the only words the jailer had spoken, as he loaded them into a closed van. The doors clattered shut and the motor was soon on the move, the girls took the chance to speak. The dark one said her name was `Anne,’ the redhead `Bettina’ and they had been “collected” from Bethnal-green, Anne just a month ago, `Bettina’ saying, this was her second year! That thought sent shivers through Claire.
As the motor rumbled and swayed through the busy streets `Bettina’ said she had been used for films before, a short bdsm porn film at a farm somewhere, that was painful and one of the girl she had been with ran off, she was caught by the dogs, and they had torn her to bits in front of them, to the joy of the men who filmed it all with great joy. Since then she had been wary of escaping, Anne, by now was sniffing as if to burst into tears. The latest to arrive and the obvious youngest, she had as yet not settled to the idea of never seeing mother again. Claire being Claire put her arm round the girl, but the redhead didn’t seem to notice.
The road became rough, the progress slower, bumpier, then the van stopped, and they heard the cab door clatter then silence, too scared now to talk lest they be overheard they sat for a while in silence, till the driver returned and they felt the van reverse. Various noises were heard then the doors opened especially the dogs outside, which gave the newer two a moment of fear and took their minds from the surrounding group of a dozen, probably Arab men, all jabbering in some foreign language, as they were helped out into a barn, huge ill lit and dark where they were told to sit on some bales of straw covered with old sacks at the far right end, which of course they did. Grinning men surrounded them, obviously checking them out though none dared to touch the worried women.
A taller more refined man appeared, and the men gathered round him, apparently to cast some sort of vote as to which girl they wanted for what.
The tall man came to the girls, and in good English he now explained to the trembling women what the filming day was all about. “You’re here to make three separate films, the first one will be called, `school-girl meets the head’ a spanking film, the second, this afternoon, is a `school-girl Gang-****` and will feature just another one of you and a number of my more youthful actors, and sadly the third this evening, will be the last film for one of you ladies. My men have selected you by vote and they will supervise you till we are ready for you and will see to transporting the surviving two of you back to where you came from this morning!” with that he turned away and left the stunned and terrified girls sitting with open mouths.
An hour passed in a section of the barn curtained off from the main space, lights were being checked, cameras adjusted, and an office set made up, which did nothing for their nerves, a bucket was provided for nervous urinating, which in front of the leering guards all three girls took advantage of. The tall grey-haired man, now in a gown and mortarboard hat came to collect a very relived Anne, who knew she was to be caned, but it was better than the alternatives.
Her leaving, had Claire and `Bettina’ more scared than ever, both realising the odds of being the unlucky girl had just shortened to 50/50.
The filming began, both waiting girls being warned to silence, as after a little dialog, the cane began its work, out of sight but not the imagination of the two remaing women listening to the cries and latterly the screams of the victim.
It was a long slow hour, before a prone and sobbing Anne was returned on a stretcher, her arse bloody and scarred, to be sprayed with some sort of anaesthetic, and loaded into the van still only semi-conscious.
The set was being changed, both remaining girls near to tears, the tension knotting the muscles in their bellies to the point they refused the proffered hot dogs when the crew stopped to eat.
Work commenced once more and the set, a dormitory was completed fairly rapidly. A tall cage was uncovered near the set, empty and thick of bar it stood menacingly now a reminder, as if a reminder was needed… The grey haired “headmaster’ reappeared and stood before the two women, who knew the time had come, the sword of Damocles, the scales of justice, that live or die decision.
The women held hands for that instant both as one, there fate in the hands of this grey-haired man in his headmasters suit, hearts-beat faster, mouths dried. The evil bastard leant down and took `Bettina`s’ hand, a brief smile crossing the bigger woman`s face, one of relief, a winners smile one laced with a touch of superiority, of satisfaction! Clair watched, her heart sinking as the red head was led away towards the set, believing she, Claire had lost, she was now left to be the non-returner, her imagination running wild, as the taller woman not even sparing her a glance, walked self-assuredly away. Tears were forming, eyes misting as they neared the curtain, then CLANG with a sideways shove the off-balance girl fell into the cage as the cage door closed. The arrogant red haired woman, still dressed as a sixth former began to scream as she realised the implications of that cage. The headmaster standing smiling at the con he had pulled off, in getting the woman to lead herself to that dreadful cage without fuss or force!
Claire`s heart leapt as the cage with `Bettina’ gripping the bars and now hysterically screaming was wheeled away, she had been happy enough to leave Claire to her fate without even a backward glance but Claire, being Claire, felt sorry for the other woman, facing an uncertain but certain end at the hands of these brutes.
Her thoughts interrupted ` as the; `headmaster’ returned, “My dear the mini bus is late, , but we are ready for you, so we shall do the preliminaries first…it is fetching your studs, no doubt there has been some delay…come”
She stood, and on tottery legs followed the man to the set, a row of neat beds, each with the sheets turned down, as if waiting an occupant. The nearest with two cameras and lights obviously for her.
Whatever was to befall her now was likely to be better than the outcome for `Bettina’ and in a strange way she was relieved. Desperately she tried to remember the name of the film, but the clapper board man chalking on the little board `gangbang 1’ reminded her. she was to be fucked by boys, how many? How brutally? To be honest she didn’t care, she had fucked before, no doubt she would again, her smelly landlord, was nothing to that big fellow and this was supposed to be boys, boys, boys she thought don’t present as big a challenge…I only have three holes how bad can it get…
This and a lot more flew through her mind till a second master a shorter fat man again dressed as a teacher, and a hard-faced older woman with glasses and twin set, appeared, along with a short man with a megaphone like voice, who bawled loudly for silence… “right here`s the script, mistress will fetch her in, telling her she`s a prize for the boys rugby team, who have won the shield this year.
The boys when they appear will be accompanied by a master, and allowed to have her in order, supervised by the master who is also their coach, after the boys leave, he will get last go followed by the headmaster and the mistress who will administer any punishment she sees fit for any infringements during the takes.” He looked around then bawled “gorrit…”
She was taken out through a side door by the mistress, who held her hand and patted her bum saying she could not wait… it made her shudder.
A distant voice said “action!” and she was pulled into the room, and lectured by the mistress, some twaddle about being the prize chosen by the rugby team and being good for them and their morale… Claire`s mind being on the fact a team is 15 plus any reserves, till the call of “cut” broke in on her busy mind.
A set man jabbered at the headmaster, who nodded, and announced that the team had arrived. She knew it was about to happen. Minutes passed, then the call of action and the clapperboard man snapped “take 2” as the coach/master appeared with a lad of about 17 summers in tow, announcing that “this girl is your prize, and you as captain, can strip her ready and use her first, then when you have done the rest can have a turn, and you can use her as hard as you personally wish Mike… enjoy”
The lad took no twice telling, and the master sat on the next bed,watching as the lad began his work.
Claire by now had resigned herself to the over-dose of sex she knew was about to engulf her body, it had been at one time her fantasy to be gang- banged by a lot of men, but reality…well that’s not always the same fun as fantasy is it!
This first lad was a fair looking baby-faced youth, who she decided to mentally pretend was her younger brother, and that she would go with the flow. He was obviously not experienced, a fact that she realised as he fumbled with her clothing, basic though it was. Claire, though, in theory the victim, felt sorry for the lad, knowing that he being the captain his less than confident fumbling`s would be an embarrassment when the film was shown and by convention he was as much a forced player as she!
So, not so obvious help, they sensuously stripped one another his eyes like saucers as slowly her body was revealed to him, she whispered in his ear as if in a caress to “just go with the flow,” quietly asking his name while kissing him as if overjoyed to be offering herself to him and having him slip himself into her body. he was rigid but not much more in size than her smallest vibrator at home, he began his jig, whispering in her ear “Mike miss” while clumsily pawing at her breasts. He gently slid into her, she could sense she was his first. His hips were moving but oh so very gently, so she licked and caressed his ear once more, her arms wrapped round his body and again whispering so only he could hear, that “she would not break and for him to be more vigorous!”
It was like pressing an `on’ switch, the lad suddenly came to life, slamming his hips at her in a very hard penetration that like a piston hammered at her, and managed to shake the bed, while forcing himself deep and with rapid strokes. He was not destined to stay long in the saddle, his clenched buttocks and his smile, her only real indication that he had finished his exertions. He withdrew, and the coach told him to send in the next in line and to tell the team to strip and be naked when they came in here…
He second lad was quick to divest himself of clothing, strong and youth-full near six feet tall and with an already erect penis this one she instinctively knew what it was for, with no more adoo, he strode up and climbed onto her still naked body. Slamming himself into her and battering himself inside with gusto, her eyeballs shook in her head as her fingers gripped at the bedclothes while he went at her like a hammer. He too didn’t last long, by the fifth lad she was overflowing, her belly felt full her cunt sore, when a solid lump of a lad appeared, big and angular, his uncut tool stiffening as he saw her, kissing her like a gentleman and sliding his hands over her breasts gently but firmly, he kissed her then slid himself into the soggy morass that was her sex, his ministrations gentle but firm, and his love making much more than just sex, he was a memorable lover, who managed almost immediately to get her to climax, once more, her third since this filming had begun.
He was soon away and another mounted, then another, at ten she lost count, tall lads came, literally, then were replaced, they became a blur, stocky bodies, thin lads with bravado, or timid big boys, ones that filled her handsomely and some that dribbled, round heads and cavaliers, gentle and brutal, she became a puppet, orgasms had come and gone, she was now a limp impression of a once proud and energetic girl… cum soaking the bed as it leaked from her between suitors. Her head lolling to one side now it being an effort to raise even her eyes in greeting as yet another lad slid deep into her body, despite the entreaties of the coach, who egged on the boys as only a coach could, and roundly cursed her for not being welcoming to his last few men!
Suddenly the cry of “Next!” was greeted by the team outside the door saying that was all, they had all “been in”
A cry of “Cut” and her ordeal was for now over. In the background she heard the clatter of the team being herded back onto the transport, and in the quieter time after, an English voice saying “get her cleaned up but leave the sheets…” then a voice giving orders in their jabber, and two men grabbing her and hauling her outside.
The sting of cold water from a hose brought her senses back, the two men supporting her while a third washed her off like some prize heifer before a show. Spluttering and coughing she stood strangely feeling both humiliated and refreshed, when the hose was jammed into her body the cold wash of the water flooding and flushing her belly in a way that she never thought possible.
Suddenly it was over, she was thrown a towel and brought inside, where they were awaiting her return.
She had forgotten what had been said, the two masters and that hard-faced mistress wanted her yet. she was led back to the soggy bed. Here, at the snap of a finger she lay, trembling a little from the damp and cold feeling both inside and out.
That bloody clapper board man clattered his board and intoned “take 4”and the coach rose from the bed where he had been still lounging, came over to her, telling her as he did, to “turn over on all fours, I`m not using that wet sloppy cunt!”
She duly rolled over and up to her knees, fixing her eyes to the tatty headboard, she knew instinctively that this bastard would be brutal, she was not wrong she felt his prick end against her anal cavity, gently it nuzzled its self into the tight ring, then unlubricated and with an irresistible force it moved forward, her face hit the headboard, unable to move away further the intruder, a good stout 8 incher tore into her bowel, and she screamed, a single loud and desperate scream that said everything about her fierce pain. It spurred him on, he began repeated and fierce jerks of his hip, each hammering her face into the padded headboard and sending her senses reeling. She was aware of a presence at her bedside, the headmaster, his tool another thick wand beside her face, her arse now a ball of fire her voice a sob he took her head and swung it to his crutch…together they thrust alternately, she was unable to breath, by now she didn’t care, she was being fucked to death, her mind reeled, visions of home, flashed before her, boys, millions of boys or was it the same boys, the ones from the rugby…they wouldn’t kill her…could they, but she knew they could, she began to black out, as the headmaster spewed his balls into her throat…
She came too, dimly aware of silence, her arse was on fire, the sour taste of bile and cum in her mouth, her face buried in the pillow, and her body still on her knees.
She collapsed to her left side, her eyes taking in the beds beside hers dormitory, yes dormitory…
The clapper man cried “take 5” and that hard-faced woman drifted into her vision, still fully dressed in twin set and pearls.
The woman kissed her tenderly, it was not what she expected, her breasts were caressed, softly, gently, the hands of the woman sliding to her nipples, lips gently kissing her own, the fingers slithering round the areola like the touch of a butterfly.
She found the kisses being returned, tongues flicking past teeth, hands automatically slipping under that jacket finding the bra through the thin fawn jumper, soft and warm, it was the first tiny piece of affection anyone bar that first boy had shown today.
Together they rolled onto the bed, the matrons shoes clattering to the floor, as they began an epic love making session.
Matrons body slowly being revealed, soft sexual areas caressed, fingers busy until tired and beyond care once again our heroine came massively.
She was just aware of the woman leaving her, long stockinged legs, suspenders and little else bar the pearls, and a smile. In a daze she was ushered, near carried, to a waiting car, passing as she did, the now silent redhead in that cage, awaiting the end however it came… she couldn’t meet the woman`s eyes, and was soon seated, her jailer driving her quickly away. This time , it being a car she could see, a long rough drive turning out onto an A class road, they awaited a car to pass passed and they were barely out on the road when a convoy of police vans hove into sight, in the mirror they saw the vehicles turn onto the long rough drive, perhaps they would save Bettina, who knew Claire`s eyes began to close it had been a long, long day.
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