The Beardsley School For Girls Chapter 6 - Kari free porn video

"Well Kari, what do you have to say for yourself?" She sat cowered in the chair in front of his desk. This was the third time she had been sent to his office in the last month, the final straw. The first time had been for a minor infraction, smoking in school. Proper ladies didn't smoke in public. Students at the Beardsley School never smoked. A mild spanking seemed to have done the trick; no other incidences of smoking had been heard about Kari. She took her punishment quite well, her skirt pulled up, uncovering a lovely ass, Headmaster Michael took his time to extract the punishment. His hands lingered for a long time between spanking her cheeks, rubbed sensuously over such a lovely bottom. Kari made sounds of displeasure at his
fondling of her ass but suffered without any type of protest.
The second time was within two weeks of the first. This time Kari had been sent to his office for skipping the last two classes before the weekend, rumor had it that she left school to be with her boyfriend before her parents picked her up for the weekend. It didn't take much to make her submit to the punishment, a casual mention of telling her parents where and with whom she spent time with while skipping class was quite sufficient to make her contrite, willing to agree to anything. Headmaster Michael started with a paddle on her butt, first her skirt pulled up, then her panties pulled down, her skirt thrown to the floor, leaving poor Kari naked from the waist down, bent over, had to count the number of times her cheeks were paddled. Tears
began, but Michael had just gotten started, the cane next as it beat lovely dark red welts along her upper thighs before it moved to her luscious ass. She was forced into positions that pushed out her ass, the cane visited the lovely flesh, each time Kari forced to count out the number.
Finally, a whip, Headmaster loved to bring it up harshly between her legs, her cries of protest and indignation made his cock so hard as her legs danced, her pussy peeked out from behind, unable to defend her sex from the lash of the whip. Each time she willingly spread her legs wide, her pussy opened for the cruel lash of the leather. She could barely walk when he finished, her pussy sore. Headmaster Michael forced her to her knees, his large cock sought entrance to her mouth, her sweet, innocent eyes looked up at him as her mouth slide up and down his cock. Her eyes opened wide in terror when he began to cum, her mouth rapidly filled with his hot cum, Kari forced to swallow his seed until he was satisfied, her tongue cleansed his
slowly deflating cock.
"I wasn't cheating, Headmaster Michael," she tried to protest, but she knew it would do no good. The Professor had found her cheat sheet, Kari had not realized that he stood in the row behind her, watched her for over twenty minutes. She knew she was dead, cheating was grounds for expulsion. Once her parents found out, her life was over. The expensive car, clothes, parties at the club, the summer at the beach house. All would be gone. They had already threatened her, this was her last chance. She would either have to straighten out or move out and find a job like common people.
Her only hope was that Headmaster Michael might trade the expulsion for some sex. She knew that she had a body that boys desired. She was short, only five-two, but she was built. Her legs were lean and tanned. Her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely, swayed back and forth beneath a skirt that highlighted her tight cheeks as she walked. Her breasts, while not large, were quite firm, large nipples always pushed out her tops, boys not able to take their eyes off of her chest as they talked to her. While not a virgin, she was not as experienced as most thought; her reputation far exceeded her experiences. In fact, she always managed to satisfy boys quickly with her hand, it was with Headmaster Michael that she had first performed fellatio.
"Isn't there some way we can work something out, Headmaster Michael?" Her big brown eyes looked up at him, begged him. She let her skirt slide higher up her legs, uncrossed her legs, parted her knees slightly. "Anything."
Michael looked down at Kari, smiled. He knew that four Board members were in the other rooms. Some of them would be joining Ashley and Brandy; the girls were to perform with each other, a large double dildo to be shared. Then the Board members would join them, the girls had no idea that the members would be using their virgin assholes to sheath their cocks in, feeling the dildoes inside the girls rub along the thin wall that separate their vagina and their anal tract as they fucked them. Maybe Kari could be used to entertain the other two Board members.
"Yes, I do remember how enthusiastically you sucked my cock last time, Kari." He watched her face turn red in embarrassment.
"Yes, Sir," she meekly answered, ashamed at how she had been forced to perform for him, forced to swallow cum for the first time, choked and gagged on the overabundance of thick, salty fluids that filled her mouth.
"I could do that again, Sir," she offered.
"Your offense is much more serious, Kari. I don't think I have the authority to not expel you. It would be up to the Board members to waive the policy for you. There are two of them in the gymnasium now, Kari."
Kari looked up at him. What was he asking her to do?
"Two of them?" She had seen the Board members, older men, much older than even Headmaster Michael. In their sixties and not as attractive as Headmaster Michael. The thought of them sticking their shriveled cocks in her taut body, especially her mouth, disgusted her.
"But Sir, maybe you could convince them if I convince you?" She would rather have Headmaster Michael take her, anything but the Board members.
"No, they would insist on you doing it. Would you like to submit to them, Kari?"
This was the most important choice of her lifetime. If she didn't agree to let them do whatever unspeakable perversions upon her body, she would be expelled. Her parents would cut all financial ties, force her to go off and live a life of menial jobs and cheap hovels, a far cry from the way she had grown up and was accustomed to living. A lazy husband and a bunch of screaming k**s wasn't what she had expected in life. It wasn't much of a choice, the answer obvious.
"What would I have to do, Headmaster Michael?"
"Anything they want of you, Kari. Anything and everything. The Board members have been known to treat errant girls like you very harshly. You will be punished by them."
"Yes, Sir," she murmured, her head bowed, a tear fell from her eye as she realized what she had just agreed to do.
Headmaster Michael got on the telephone, talked to one of the Board members in the gymnasium.
"Yes, I have it here. She will be in soon."
Michael picked up a two small garments. "Put these on," handed her them.
Kari picked up a black sports bra and a pair of micro-mini workout shorts. Both were spandex material and very skimpy. "Where can I change?"
"Here, in front of me. I'm sure that the Board members will quickly have you naked, so you might as well get used to it now," he laughed, sat down behind his desk, waited for her to strip for him.
Resigned to her fate, Kari slowly pulled off her blouse, folded it neatly on the chair, anything to delay the inevitable. She unsnapped her bra, her hands reached in the back forced her breasts out. She let the straps slide from her shoulders, her breasts naked. She bent over to pick up the sports bra, embarrassed as Headmaster Michael watched her dangling breasts. She quickly pulled on the sports bra, her hard nipples pushed out the material in the front.
"Nice tits, Kari. Now the shorts," eager to see her in the hot pants.
She let the skirt fall to the floor, her panties clung to her shape. She picked up the shorts, stepped into the first leg.
"No Kari, without the panties," he smiled. The shorts would mold to every curve, nook and cranny of her body, a mental image that made his cock hard.
She pulled the shorts back off, let her panties slide down her legs, did not want to see Headmaster Michael watch her. She put her legs in the shorts and pulled them up. When they reached her hips, she struggled to pull them on, felt the spandex expand as it slid over her hips, moved up until it molded her ass cheeks like a second skin. She zipped the short zipper at the side, looked down at the abbreviated shorts that clung to her body. She could see her pussy lips molded to the front of the shorts, her crotch barely covered, sure that half of her ass cheeks were exposed, sure that her crack was prominently displayed.
"Turn around, let me see your ass."
She turned, at least she didn't have to see the look at his face as he ogled her young body.
"Yes, you certainly look lovely in those, Kari. Now, off with you to the gymnasium. And don't forget, you cheated and subsequent expulsion is in the hands of the two Board members. Any lack of cooperation on your part and you will become a former student of Beardsley School very quickly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." She took off her knee socks, put on a pair of sneakers and socks that Headmaster Michael had also given her. She left the room, sure that she felt Headmaster Michael's eyes burn a hole in the back of her pants as she walked away, her half naked cheeks swung sexily. She walked down the hall towards the gymnasium, afraid of what she had gotten herself into. But she knew this was the only way out of a dilemma that was her own doing. She opened the door to the gym, entered the large room, a wide expanse of various gymnastic equipment spread around the room, mats on the floor, ropes hung from the ceiling, all relatively harmless equipment until put it into a sexual content. Then they all became bondage furniture, all could
be used to force her into provocative positions, her sex readily available to them.
"Such a lovely girl," she heard from the corner of the room. She looked, two older men sat on a bench, watched as she walked in the room.
She walked towards them, her previous description of them accurate. Older men, late fifties, early sixties she guessed, well dressed, distinguished. And, of course, perverted. She felt their eyes run up and down her tight body, the outfit she had on hid very little of her considerable charms.
"Kari, I presume. Such a nice figure you have. But I hear that you have had trouble in our school, cheating, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir,"
"And you want us to make it go away?"
"Yes, Sir." She stood in front of them, their eyes focused on her chest and between her legs, Kari not dared to look down, did not want to see how exposed her pussy lips were, felt the material cling to her sex, pushed between her puffy labia.
"Cheating is such a serious offense, Kari. It will require severe punishment to make it go away. Are you ready to submit to such punishment?" Mr. Jamison looked at Kari. Such a lovely young girl, younger than his granddaughters. He had just turned sixty, an age that he hated to admit to. His wealth-considerable by even Southern standards-old money from a family that inhabited the South for generations, allowed him the luxury of a bevy of young girls through Beardsley School, a Board member, just like his father, his grandfather and his great-grandfather before him. He was in good shape, spent time to work out each day, his waist not as slim as his younger days, but a respectable thirty-four inches. His hair had traces of salt and pepper, his
face a little hardened from too much Southern sun, but still retained much of his good looks. He dressed impeccably, in the tradition of Southern aristocrats. While he had seen the ads for Viagra and other d**gs, this was not his problem; a healthy erection was always brought about the likes of girls like Kari.
"And we do mean severe, Kari. We only had one girl who had been caught cheating and she was expelled immediately, a deterrent that has worked for many years until you came along. We would have to be assured that your punishment would be sufficient to deter girls from following in your unseemly behavior in the future." He watched for her reaction, hoped for a positive response. It had been a long time since he was given a girl as attractive as Kari to punish, a task that he enjoyed. He laughed to himself, part of his heritage, the desire to take and punish. Mr. Lafitte was a direct descendant of the "gentlemen" pirate Jean Lafitte, a name
well-known in the World. He sported a handle-bar mustache, similar to his namesake and the same seductive look that the ladies fell for so easily and Jean Lafitte was famous for. He was just shy of sixty, young girls like Kari didn't look twice at him any longer. As the newest Board member of Beardsley School, he had access to them now. His hand roamed down to the front of his pants, shifted his hard cock in his pants, watched as Kari's eyes followed.
Kari was terrified of these two men. She had heard all of the rumors about them from her school friends and also the stories that abounded throughout the aristocracy. The mention of "severe" with the word punishment sent a shiver of terror down her spine. She looked into their eyes and knew that her body would not be spared. But her alternatives were limited. A life of mediocrity, crying babies, drunken husband, living in squalor didn't appeal to her. She would do anything to stay in the good graces of her parents, and she knew that these men would do anything.
"I will accept whatever punishment you wish to inflict on me," she blurted out, as she surrendered her body to the perversions of these men.
"Step over here," both of them moved to one of the mats on the floor. "I want you to do some exercises for us. Let us see that delightful body accented so nicely with your outfit. Begin with deep knee bends. Make sure your knees go out to the side when you do."
Kari began exercising, her knees spread out far to the side, the shorts pulled into her crotch, almost splitting her pussy lips apart as they did. She looked down, her crotch almost naked, a tiny bit of fabric pushed tightly against her pussy sawed her slit as she went up and down, rubbed her tender inner lips painfully. Their eyes were on her crotch each time she lowered her body towards the ground, her thighs ached as she tried to give them the look they wanted, eager to please them, anything to make her punishment less. She began to perspire, her stomach drawn tight, her legs ached.
"Now bend at the waist and touch your toes. Keep in that position for ten seconds before rising again," the men moved behind her now. "Legs spread wider, Kari, wider now," a voice urged her. Now the shorts split her ass cheeks, dug into the tender crack, the rough material slid up and down as she bent over, the shorts pulled tightly over her cheeks each time she touched her toes, her body strained to stay in the position for ten seconds, her legs shook in pain. She felt the cool air of the room on her cheeks, knew that the shorts did little to hide her charms, more accent than cover.
"Hold that position and grab your ankles tightly," Mr. Jamison ordered her. He moved closer to her, felt her body shake as he pushed his crotch into her ass cheeks, rubbed his hardened cock up and down. His hands moved to her hips, guided them back and forth, her naked skin rubbed against his throbbing member, felt it jerk and quiver in his shorts. He pulled back, his hands moved where his cock was, back and forth over her cheeks, felt the young, taut skin of her ass, his fingers took the small strip of fabric and moved it further in over her split until both ass cheeks were naked. He gripped her cheeks in his hands, his large palms clenched each firm cheek in a powerful grasp.
She felt him behind her, he took such liberties with her ass cheeks, her shorts pulled aside, pressed deep into her crack, his hands gripped her naked flesh as if he owned it. She felt his powerful fingers pull her cheeks apart, felt her anus spread wider as her crack was pulled almost flat.
"Oooow!" she cried unexpectedly, Mr. Jamison used one hand to slap her tender cheek hard, the skin ached from the sharp bite. The hand caressed again, then another sharp crack to her other cheek, her body trembled to stay in position, her thighs ached from the deep bent over position. Her ass began to heat up, Mr. Jamison continued to slap her, caress her, then slap her ass again. Her ass throbbed, sure that it was beat red by now, his powerful hands beat her tender cheeks.
"Such a lovely ass, Kari. It was made for spanking. Do you like that? Do you like when I spank your ass?" His hand shot out again, this time harder, her body trembled under the forceful blow. His hand moved between her legs, his fingers found the tiny patch of material that covered her sex, pushed in deep between her lips. She shuddered when he touched her there; his fingers ran over her shaved lips, the material split them apart.
"I think I have my answer, Mr. Lafitte," he laughed as he touched her, felt the wet material in her crotch. "It seems that little Kari has a very wet pussy," laughing louder now at her body's betrayal.
He found her out, his fingers not be content with just her ass. She felt his fingers touch her sex, made things even worse, her juices flowed freely. Her body bent over submissively, legs spread wide, her ass almost naked, his powerful hands beat on her young flesh, all combined to make her wet, the power that he had over her made her body demand more.
"I think our little Kari needs some more stimulation. Stand up, Kari. Take off your top and lace your hands behind your head. Elbows out," Mr. Lafitte commanded. They both waited impatiently as she stood and stretched from the unnatural position before she let the sports bra slip off her body and fall to the floor. She kept her eyes to the ground as she put her arms in the position they required of her. "Arch your back for us, Kari. Your titties aren't very big, so we want you to arch your back to accent them," he teased as she thrust them out, as if she was trying to make up for their small size.
"Look up, Kari." He wanted her to see her humiliation as she posed so provocatively for them. He loved the look on her face, knew she realized that her body craved what they did to her, the humiliation plain on her face. He looked down at her breasts, not large, but firm as young breasts are. Her nipples were something else, large and pushed out over an inch-and that was before they had even been touched. Dark brown areolas surrounded the pink flesh, all framed by white flesh, a hint of tan from a low-cut bikini. He blew on the nipples, tiny goose bumps appeared on her areolas, her nipples extended out even farther. She arched her back more, eager to feel his touch.
She couldn't wait for him to touch her, her nipples ached, she arched her back out brazenly, offered her young breasts to his eager fingers and hands. She watched, almost as if in slow motion, his hands moved down to her stomach. She sucked in her breath as his rough hands fondled her, higher and higher in a circular motion until she shivered when his fingers touched the underside of her breasts, brought a delightful surge to her loins. He cupped them from below, almost as if he wanted to test their weight, hefted them up and down in his hands, his eyes glued to them as they bounced beneath his gaze. She so longed for him to touch her nipples, to stop the ache, to feel them grasped. She had very sensitive nipples, the least amount
of stimulation could almost drive an orgasm from her body.
Mr. Lafitte played with her firm breasts, delighted in the way the firm flesh snuggled into his hands, his palms wrapped around the flesh, his fingers only inches from the hard nipples that pushed out so provocatively. He couldn't wait any longer; two fingers gripped the hard nipples, a throaty moan from her lips as he gently squeezed the rubbery flesh. Her back arched farther, her breasts pushed deeply into his hands as his fingers continued to squeeze and release the nipples, as they grew bigger under his touch. He squeezed harder, a profound moan from Kari, his fingers pushed deeper into her delicate flesh, her nipples compressed under his touch, rubbed his fingers back and forth, the nipples pinched between them.
She thought she came, her shorts now soaked, pushed into her slit as Mr. Lafitte played with her breasts, his fingers more urgent, squeezed harder, the pleasure mixed with the new-felt pain, her breasts pulsated with the blood in the tips. He released her nipple from his grip, the blood rushed painfully back to the tip, only to meet the squeezed grip of his fingers again, each time successively harder. She watched as he clamped her nipples tightly and pulled on them, tugged them from her chest, watched as the pink nipple flesh pulled farther and farther out, turned white as the blood rushed from the crushed tips. She arched her back more, tried to relieve some of the pressure and partly to push them into his grip, offered them for his abuse.
She rose up as he pulled up on her nipples, forced her onto her toes or suffer the painful stretch of her delicate flesh. "God!" she yelled as he suddenly twisted her nipples, the hardened nubs already pulled, now twisted in his powerful fingers.
Mr. Lafitte yanked her up by her nipples, loved the way her abused young breasts so absorbed the pain he inflicted on them, her body shuddered, not in pain, but pleasure. Her breasts were pulled up at least five inches, her tears formed, her beautiful young breasts now contorted into painful shapes, the cones pulled long, the nipples twisted and mangled beneath his fingertips.
He released one breast, then slapped it hard with his palm, the sound of flesh meeting flesh in a painful slap rang out in the quiet room.
She shuddered when he slapped her breast, kept the position, knew she allowed him this full access to spank her breasts. His other hand released that nipple, both breasts now slapped hard, Kari felt them bounce against each other as his hand beat the tender flesh. She moaned in pain, her nipples tingled; her breasts warm from the slaps. She had no time to think, his hands continued to slap at her breasts, felt them dance on her chest as they moved back and forth under the constant barrage. He paid particular attention to her nipples, made sure they received the brunt of each slap, the flesh around them red and abused.
Mr. Jamison stood behind her, eager to join in.
"Let me slip these off of you, Kari." His hands pulled down the tight shorts, struggled to get them over her hips, the wet pants clung to her flesh.
She felt hands pulled down her pants, eager hands that almost ripped them from her body, the cool air rushed over her sex, the pants slid down over her hips and finally free, fell to the ground, her legs trapped them at her feet.
"Step out of them," Mr. Jamison ordered, watched as she lifted each leg so carefully, caught a quick glimpses of a pink pussy as she pulled the shorts off of her feet. "Lay down on the mat," eager to join in the fun, Mr. Jamison moved onto his knees beside her on one side, Mr. Lafitte on the other.
She was afraid of what they would do to her. Naked, her breasts already burned from the slaps, both of them next to her, crouched down, her body open and available to them. Mr. Jamison grabbed one of her ankles, pulled up her leg, spread it out, her sex open and defenseless. That was exactly what he wanted, his hand rose up and moved quickly between her legs to slap harshly on her sex, his flat palm smashed into her puffy lips, pushed hard back and forth, rubbed the flesh. The pain came slowly, the noise first, then an unexpected quietness followed by a sudden shock to her system as the pain raced to her brain, signaled the incredible
burn between her legs. God, how could he hit her there, between her legs, smash her delicate sex? His palm moved back and forth, crushed her lips, pushed between them, knew that it slid effortlessly with her juices. Mr. Lafitte was not idle, his hand returned to her ass to spank it, fingers found their way between her cheeks, both her legs pulled out far, her cheeks apart, her anus exposed. Two quick slaps, each time on her anus, a strange feeling radiated from the tiny hole, like when she shit after a spicy meal.
Mr. Jamison pulled out farther on her leg, Kari looked like a chicken spread wide, her sex so openly exposed, his hand slapped again and again on her lips, achieved the desired swollen and inflamed inner skin. They twisted and turned her, flipped her back and forth, her legs used as leverage, her body handled by the two strong men with ease. Mr. Lafitte finally grabbed both of her ankles, pulled her onto her back, yanked her legs up over her head, bent them painfully behind her ears. She looked down, humiliated at how exposed she was, fearful as she saw Mr. Jamison between her legs, again. Her fear was not unfounded, Mr. Jamison spanked her pussy again, this time her body so open, her lips pulled apart by the wide spread of her legs, even her anus peeked out, her cheeks split wide. She bucked and cried to no avail, the men too eager for
their own pleasure to even care about her pain, as her sex was battered by Mr. Jamison. The sharp slaps on her wet pussy rang out in the room, Mr. Lafitte held her tightly in a position of submissiveness, her sex received the brunt of the brutal spanking. Finally he stopped, his hand pushed tightly against her sex, between her lips, the heel of his hand slid up and down her slit, over the wetness from her pussy. She shuddered when he pushed hard on her clit, the rough skin of his palm rubbed over the silky bud.
Kari was bound by the two men. She was on a wide, leather bench, face down, her legs spread wide, on her knees. They had tied her behind the knees first, the ropes pulled to the bench beneath, Kari groaned as they pulled until it felt like she would split up the middle. But they were still not satisfied, her ankles similarly bound, this time farther down under the bench, her legs now pulled back and spread wide.
They bound her wrists. They had pulled them underneath her, through her legs and tied them to her ankles, her head forced down on the bench, her ass arched as if she invited them to fuck her, her pussy, and especially her asshole, open and exposed. The only thing she could do was shake her ass.
"First, her tits," Mr. Lafitte exclaimed, pulled out a pair of silver chains, thick Japanese clover clamps on the ends. Each clamp was designed to tighten as they were pulled outward, designed with a strong grip that would not let go once clamped onto a tender nipple. He threw one to Mr. Jamison on the other side of the bench.
Kari felt the men on both sides of her, their hands reached under her body to seek out her breasts. Strong hands cradled each hanging globe, able to contain almost all of her tits in their palms, clenched and unclenched on her resilient flesh. Having her nipples pinched was bad enough, she knew that the ominous looked clamps would be much more painful, a fate she had already accepted. Fingers tugged and pulled at her nipples, nails often pushed into the tender flesh, the sharp bite as the rubbery flesh was punished. She could tell how big her nipples had gotten and, after their abuse, how tender. She screamed when the first clamp snapped shut on her nipple, drove the blood to the tip as it sat just behind the tip, clamped onto the areola and the beginning of her nipple, the blood engorged nipple throbbed in pain. She hyperventilated,
waited for the other clamp, her wish granted, another scream torn from her lips. Her breasts ached, fearful that had only just begun, that this pain was just beginning. Why did I ever cheat?
The penalties more severe than the rewards would have been. She had to get through this ordeal, her body tensed, waited for the men to continue her ordeal into pain and retribution. The men each grabbed their chain and pulled it to the side of the bench, her beautiful proud breasts yanked to the sides, stretched out of shape, the nipples crushed beneath the uncaring metal, tightening as they pulled on the nipple.
"It hurts doesn't it, Kari? Just part of your punishment for cheating. It will teach you a lesson that you will carry with you throughout your life. But there is more," each man yanked the chain painfully, her nipple suddenly crushed beneath the clover clamp, her breasts danced back and forth as they were stretched out of shape, her proud breasts mauled by the men.
"Now, a little weight so you will remember the punishment," Mr. Lafitte picked up two weights, each over a pound. He attached the weights to his end of the chain, Mr. Jamison doing a similar thing on the other side. "You ready, Mr. Jamison?"
"Yes, most certainly," he chuckled.
Kari braced herself for the inevitable pain. Even she could not fathom the depths of their depravity as they released the weights, let them fall to the floor below the bench until the chains reached their end, Kari's nipples suddenly pulled out, the clover clamps tightening, her nipples painfully crushed beneath the unyielding metal. The weights put a continuous, painful pull on the clamp, her nipples stretched out an unnatural two inches, the pink flesh an angry red as it was crushed beneath the cruel devices.
"GOD, that hurts soo baaad!" Her breath ragged as she tried to absorb all of the pain in her body, her breasts pulled from her body, the skin burned as if torn.
Hands stroked her ass cheeks as she shuddered in pain, slid down her spread cheeks before moved to her pussy. The obscene spread of her legs, the arch of her ass left her spread wide open, hands took advantage of the opportunity to run over her pussy from behind.
"Her tits might hurt, but her pussy is still wet. I have just the thing for her," Mr. Lafitte brought out three sets of clamps. The first was a press-style clamp. Shaped almost in a square, a large screw in the center that adjusted the distance between the top clamp and the one on the bottom. If tightened too tight, it would literally crush anything between the clamps. The clamp had a short chain from which metal weights could be hung from it. The other two clamps were called Teeth of Pain; each clamp had five sharp fangs that would dig painfully into whatever was placed between the powerful jaws. Chains hung down that also allowed for weights. It was a good thing that Kari could not see what they looked like.
Kari was still in pain from the terrible torture they inflicted on her tender, young breasts. The sharp pain changed to a dull, ache that radiated from her nipples and ran through her breasts.
She felt the hands between her legs that pulled her pussy lips apart, thick fingers gripped her puffy lips tightly; she feared what punishment they had in store for her delicate sex. She screamed, her ass shook back and forth as the first of the clamps with the sharp teeth bit into one of her tender pussy lips, into the flesh, crushed the sensitive skin.
"Nnoo, Mooree!" she screamed, but felt fingers pull her other lip open, the fumbling a precursor of the pain she knew would be next. Even being braced for it could not dull the sharp, biting pain of the other clamp,
another scream wrenched from her lips. She felt the clamps being tapped, each time a new painful bite of the teeth into her skin brought forth another scream. She felt the fumbling between her lips again, this time the clamps pulled downward, weights hung from them. When she moved her hips the pain ignited, the weights swung back and forth. She tried to stay still, silently suffered the painful pinch on her sensitive pussy lips.
"This one will be different, Kari; it will be on your clit. You'll feel a pressure as the screw is turned, your clit trapped between the two metal pieces." He laughed a cruel laugh. "Go ahead, Mr. Lafitte. Show Kari what it feels like to have her clit crushed."
Kari trembled as she felt the cold metal touch her clit, Mr. Lafitte's fingers peeled back her clit hood, her clit felt as if it tried to shrink, to hide from the cruel torture they intended to inflict on it. But, it only took a few seconds of Mr. Lafitte's manipulation to bring it back, his touch ignited an arousal in her sex, his finger slapped at the bud, back and forth, his fingernail lightly scratched over the surface. She felt the movement of his fingers, knew that the two pieces of metal were closer and her clit was the only thing in its way.
"Nnno, pleasse don't!" she begged, panicked, but all she heard was their laughter and a rustle between her legs. "GGGOd, noo!" she felt the two pieces of cold metal touched her clit, the pressure began. "Aaaagghhh!" she cried at the first turn of the screw put unbelievable pressure on the aroused organ, the blood pushed from it as the unyielding metal continued to crush anything that got in its way, her clit pinned
between, unable to escape the painful crush that would follow. Would they ruin her for life?
"Eeeeehhh," another turn of the screw, the intense pressure on her clit, like the blood would burst from the tip. She was so afraid they would try to touch it.
"How does it feel, Kari? I bet you will have second thoughts of cheating in the future. Let's change Kari's position, Mr. Jamison. You take her hands and I will get her head in position. Now Kari, you're going to have to tuck your head under," his hand moved to her face, turned her head so she was face down. Now tuck under while Mr. Jamison rearranges your hands."
Her face was pushed deep into the leather of the bench, Kari afraid she might not be able to breathe. She felt Mr. Jamison unloosen one hand, hoped that they were going to put her in a position that was not so provocative or degrading, but Mr. Jamison only pulled her arm further back towards her toes, moved it toward the back of her leg. Mr. Lafitte pulled her upper body back, forced Kari to tuck her head, forced her ass to rise up higher, her weight now on her shoulders, her head pinned under her body. Her other hand was similarly secured, her arms now almost parallel to her legs, her ass thrust up high in the air. Her position had gone from bad to worse. She knew the only reason for the change was to put her in a more submissive
position, her sex now raised up high, her legs spread so wide that the crease in her ass had all but disappeared; her pussy and asshole spread open. She heard the rustle of clothes, knew that they were going to fuck her, afraid of where their cocks would be placed, her asshole such an easy target.
"No!," she screamed when she felt something cold placed against her asshole, the metal object slid easily inside, the wide expanse of her legs and her up-thrust ass did little to prevent any intrusion. It went deeper into her rectum, her sphincter started to spasm as it tried to fight the invasion of her asshole, tried to force the foreign object out.
"Settle down, Kari. This is just to make it easier for you."
"What are you going to do?" She trembled in fear, sure that whatever it was, it would involve her asshole. "Are you going to sodomize me? Ehhh!" she screamed, the chains attached to her nipples shook and sent shooting pains into her pinched tips, she'd all but forgotten the dull ache in her chest, more concerned about what was happening between her legs, her clit throbbed as if it were beating like a heart. She felt something strange deep inside her asshole, a burst of air shot inside her, followed by the flow of a warm fluid deep inside her. She cramped, air forced deep into her colon. She heard a whoosh, followed by another burst of air, warm fluid followed it again, a new cramp deep inside her stomach.
"No more, what are you doing to me?"
"Just lubricating you, Kari. Yes, we're going to assfuck you. The price you'll pay for cheating." Mr. Lafitte slowly began to remove his clothes, stroked his cock when he was naked, seven inches of cock hard. Not bad for a sixty year old. "And, I get you first. Use the big one, Mr. Jamison."
Kari felt the metal removed from her asshole, but it was quickly replaced by another, this one longer, driven farther inside her.
Mr. Jamison knelt behind Kari. He inserted the hollow metal shaft inside her asshole until three inches of metal was buried deep inside her. A large rubber ball on the end of the shaft, this time no fluid was in it, just air. He squeezed the ball hard, heard the whoosh of air that shot out the end buried deep inside her asshole, sent a sharp blast of air inside her. They had done this before to some of the girls, the air felt as if it were a fart trapped inside them, created powerful cramps until the air could escape, the girls humiliated when they finally let it release in a powerful fart. They did anything to avoid this, held it deep inside, suffered the multiple cramps that shook their bodies, anything but farting in front of them. He pulled the metal tube out of her, her asshole clamped up tightly. Her body shook as her stomach cramped, her anus puckered, Kari squeezed her sphincter tightly, afraid of embarrassing herself in front of them, afraid she might release a fart, or even worse. Both of them were behind her, her asshole still clamped tightly, several severe cramps ran through her stomach, Kari forgot the clamps that squeezed her nipples and pussy, all of her energy fixed on the cramps ran through her body.
"Bbbwwww," a fart released, Kari's entire body turned red, "Bbbwwtt," another, shorter one, her anus burned as the air burst out. A finger entered her rectum, a thick slippery finger that twisted and turned inside her. She now knew why they had changed her position. With her arms pulled back so far and her head pinned under her body, she would not be able to move.
At all. She would have to take the full measure of any cock that entered her ass and she was sure that this was their expressed intention.
Mr. Lafitte knelt behind the pretty Kari; his fingers on the edge of her anus, the tiny wrinkled hole now glistened with lubrication, his throbbed cock eager to sheath itself in her hot, tight asshole. He loved the position they had bound her in, her asshole would take the full force of his fucking, unable to move even the slightest bit. He enjoyed that, hoped that her asshole would fight back, massage his cock with her painful spasms.
"Once I get inside her, why don't you play with the clamps on our lovely girl, Mr. Jamison. The pain will make her tense up nicely, giving my cock such a delightful ride. You might even release them. Let Kari know how
good it feels," he laughed, as he knew full well how extreme the pain would be once the clamps were released and the blood rushed back into the offended body parts.
Kari could do nothing but grunt, her head buried beneath her body, only able to make out a body behind her, felt his hands on her hips. She shuddered a hot, rubbery object was pressed against her anus, knew that it was Mr. Lafitte's cock. It was huge. She bit her lip as the pressure increased, powerful hips pushed the cock against her anus, her body unable to move, the only recourse would be for her anus to spread wide and accept the painful entry of the hard cock.
Mr. Lafitte had to fist his cock, her asshole fought back, his cock bent as he pressed harder.
Now rigid, his hand gripped the shaft tightly he shoved forward with his hips, Kari's asshole had no choice but to spread open and accept the large head of his cock. He grunted as he shoved forward, finally his slick cock head slipped inside her anus, Mr. Lafitte watched as the tiny hole spread wide, gripped the cock head as it slipped in up to the large ridge that encircled it.
Kari could only scream as her anus was torn, unable to stop the large cock as it entered her virgin asshole. The painful burn that followed, her anus stretched to the limits, Kari prayed that he didn't tear her severely and ruin her forever. Her sphincter went into a spasm, unable to stop the intrusion, the muscles tried to push it out, but the cock too hard and big. She felt it jerked back and forth inside her rectum as her muscles involuntarily clenched and unclenched on it.
"She is so hot and tight. Her muscles are bringing such pleasure to my cock," Mr. Lafitte said, not necessarily speaking to anyone in particular.
"You're going to have to take it all inside you, Kari." He began to push again.
Kari suffered for ten minutes. Mr. Lafitte would push forward a bit, then pull out until only the head was captured by her rectal muscles. Then it would be back inside her again, deeper, his cock pushed aside her clenched walls, his cock head reached deeper depths. After five minutes, Kari had taken half of the cock inside her, hoarse from her screams, only able to get out tiny yelps of pain. She felt like she had eaten a full meal, the throbbing flesh sheathed inside her filled her to capacity. He entered her hot colon, slid into a part of her body that was neither made for nor intended for a cock to visit. As if it were a giant snake, his cock crawled up inside her body, she shuddered in pain, the thick shaft jerked in pleasure as it buried itself deep inside her. It was in too far, her stomach cramped, the cock head banged painfully into her colon. His cum swollen balls banged against her pussy, grateful that he had gone as deep as he could. It felt like it was coming out her throat, the cock jerked inside her, each time it brought about a new sharp pain or cramp.
"God, I love a hot tight asshole. So untrained, they milk a cock in spite of the pain. I don't know how long I can last inside you, Kari. Soon you will receive your first cum enema, though it won't be your last. It's time for some serious ass fucking." Mr. Lafitte drew his cock from her asshole, her anus clung to the shaft like a pair of hands that jerked it off. It was painful to withdraw his cock, her muscles clung to it as it drew out, tugged on the head. He pulled it halfway out before he plunged it back in, a fresh scream torn from Kari's dry lips as he buried it deep inside her, again. Out, this time until her anus gripped tightly to the head of his cock like a
giant rubber band. He shoved his hips with all his strength as he buried his cock deep inside her, her ragged breath; her hoarse screams brought such pleasure to him. He loved when his girls sacrificed their pain for his pleasure, Kari did an excellent job to bring him that pleasure, her bound body gave her no other choice.
Another five minutes of painful fucking, her once virgin asshole was reamed out by his cock in powerful thrusts that drove the breath from her lungs, her stomach cramped when he went too deep, the terrible burn as he fucked her. She forget the clamps, the pain of his fucking made it seem mild in comparison. At least, until Mr. Jamison decided to remove the clamps on her nipples. At first she was grateful, then when the first clamp was pulled off, she changed her tune, as the blood rushed to the crushed tip. The intense pain made her crazy, to scream so loud that she actually startled Mr. Lafitte. Not startled enough to stop fucking her, though. He made her take the full measure of it in every stroke, the head gripped by her anus before he buried it deep inside her, straighten out her colon as it plunged ruthlessly.
"No, don't take the other off," she begged, but Mr. Jamison ignored her request, the sharp pain shot into her other nipple.
Mr. Lafitte's fingers circled her body, slid under her tits and rubbed the crushed nipples, massaged them back into hardness, so they responded more to the stimulation of the crushed flesh than sexual arousal. His other hand slipped down between her legs, found the clamp on her clit and pulled on the chain. She jerked in pain, her asshole clamped down tightly on his cock in response to the pain.
"Do you want me to take the clamp off? Kari?"
"Noo!" She quickly shouted out her answer, knew the intense pain she would feel, grateful for the dull ache in her crushed clit. It was too late. Mr. Lafitte pulled the clamp off harshly, not bothered enough to unscrew it
before he yanked. Her clit pulled out before the clamp finally slipped off, her ear piercing scream rang out in the room, her asshole clenched so nicely on his cock. He wouldn't be able to last much longer, his balls ready to explode. His finger returned to her clit, her body jerked in pain when he first touched the abused flesh, ignored her cries of protest and played with her love button. He continued to punish her asshole with his cock, long strong strokes inside her, made her feel all of it, every ridge, bump and vein on his cock. It almost hurt to fuck her, her clinging walls clutched on his cock as it went in and out of her. One hand gripped a nipple and the other her clit, his hips fucked harder and faster.
It felt like it was coming out her mouth each time he plunged deep inside her. The burn, but his fingers on her clit and nipple started to stir something new in her. Something she fought to stop. No! She wouldn't cum while he sodomized her. It would be too humiliating, cumming with a cock up your asshole.
"No!" she cried out, more to herself than anyone else. He continued to rut in her asshole, his belly slapped against her ass cheeks, his heavy balls dangled back and forth, slapped against her pussy from behind. His fingers masturbated her, to get her body to betray her, attempted to wrench an orgasm from her tight body. Kari fought back the conflicted signals her body sent her.
He slowed his stokes, took long, less powerful strokes. Her asshole still clung to the shaft of his cock as he fucked her, milked it. His fingers became gentler on her clit, back and forth over the tip, felt it grow bigger. He gritted his teeth, fought the urge to cum inside her. Not yet, soon.
He felt it in her, the growing arousal, no matter how much she fought it. He had to make her cum. Cum while being ass fucked.
She felt so helpless, bound so tight, the ropes dug into her flesh, her limbs spread so wide. He took her from behind. Not in her vagina, but in her asshole, his thick cock reamed her out. She could only imagine how she looked, her ass thrust up high in the air, as if she tempted him to sodomize her, her arms pulled back through her legs and tied to the top of her feet. Except for the tight bondage, the pain was gone from her body. Even the thick cock in her asshole did not hurt as much. The burn was still there, the sense of being full, but the friction on her anus by his cock head gave her a strange feeling. How could anyone enjoy being taken in her ass? His fingers began to feel too good, two fingers now in her vagina, rubbed through the tiny membrane that separated her vagina from her asshole, as if he masturbated his own cock from within. Her nipples were pulled and twisted by Mr. Jamison, her clit still masturbated by Mr. Lafitte. It felt too good, her pussy gripped the fingers inside her, her asshole clenched on the rigid cock fucking her.
He felt her pussy tightened on his fingers as he finger-fucked her, her pussy got wetter and wetter. He heard a moan, pleased that she finally responded, only minutes before he would cum, unable to fight the urge, his balls ached from holding his ejaculation for so long.
"No," she cried, "no don't make me,' she begged, but it was too late. The stirring between her legs, three plunging fingers in her pussy, in and out, her asshole stuffed with cock, her clit skillfully manipulated by his fingers. Suddenly she felt it. His cock grew bigger, buried deep inside her, his hips still. It was like nothing she ever felt before. The rush of hot cum filled her colon as a fire hose, gallons sprayed inside her, bathed her abraded colon, the salty fluid stung.
It jerked as it shot out and that drove her over the edge. She came. Came as she never had before. The room spun, shivers ran over her sweat-drenched body, the orgasm raced to her brain, she came all over the fingers inside her pussy as her asshole was bathed in his cum. She had two more orgasms, each time preceded by another load of cum shot into her colon. He finally laid slumped over her body, his cock quickly deflated in her asshole, her sphincter forced it from her asshole with a loud splat, Kari felt cum drip down her thighs as it leaked from her asshole. But she still had Mr. Jamison to service; she knew that he would not be happy until he was snuggly inside her hot asshole and reamed her out, again.