Chapter 1

 

"A promise must be kept! A deal is a deal, after all." She whispered, her eyes cast down.

The pretty young woman stood at the doorway, shivering slightly from the combined effects of the chill evening air, apprehension and anticipation.

The grizzled, middle aged man stared at her, savoring the moment. He gazed at her small, perky nipples just peeking out from under the edge of her regulation winter cape. He reached a hard, calloused hand slowly forward and pushed one from side to side, watching it spring back like one of those small erasers attached to the end of a pencil. The girl did not move, her hands still clasped behind her back, but in her belly she felt the first tiny thrill of arousal.

"Boy," he called over his shoulder. "Come 'ere a minute. We got a visitor!" His eyes never left the vision before him.

The 'boy' tore his eyes from the football on the T.V. and shambled to the door. He towered over his father and the petite woman, and at nearly thirty he hardly warranted his father's form of address.

"Well, well!" He chuckled, reaching forward to explore the girl's other nipple with his rough fingertips, sending bitter sweet sensations through her body. "it's little Teri, come to pay her debts. Come in girl, come on in!"

He gripped the nipple he was fondling and tugged the young woman forward. She kept her hands firmly clasped behind her back and allowed herself to be led forward to her fate.

At the end of last term she had, perhaps foolishly, agreed to a night of unlimited sexual torment with the two Academy groundsmen in return for them treating Paula, a new female member of staff more tenderly than normal. They had kept their word, giving the more innocent, less experienced girl a couple of hours of intense sex without taking her too far. They had understood that this way they would get Teri unlimited for a night, and they would have done just enough to create a deep desire in the other girl for more of the same.

Now Teri had to play her part of the bargain.

"Why don't you stand on the coffee table, where we can have a good look at you?" Joe said. It wasn't a request. The two men stepped back and watched her obediently step onto the low table, arms still behind her back.

It was mid-January and the new year was about to begin at the Cane Academy. Last year had been full of excitement as the Academy grew and achieved a secretive, yet semiofficial status. More students, more staff, expansion of grounds, buildings and facilities, and the final, top secret accolade, the arrival of a member of European Royalty in need of everything the academy could offer.

Right at the end of the year the latest member of staff had expressed desire for the sort of intense sex that only the groundsmen, Joe and Bert, could offer.

Rough, hard hands, merciless pounding, humiliation and final exhaustion. Everyone had their doubts as to whether the girl could take it, so Teri had struck a secret deal with the rampant men. If they spared the new girl, and just gave her a good time, Teri herself would take anything they wanted to do, for a whole night. Now the Christmas and New Year celebrations were over, and it was time for Teri to stand by her promise.

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Joe and Bert circled the coffee table like predators circling a potential kill. Taking their time they gazed at her. Her bare breasts quivered and her nipples were hard and protruding. She felt them fizzing with excitement. She ached to have them touched, but knew pain would quickly follow the pleasure.

Good pain, erotic pain, the sort she had learned to crave during her time as M. Canne's secretary and partner. She was enjoying this period of anticipation, the thrilling calm before the storm. She wanted her sexual torment to begin, but she also wanted this tension to continue to excite and tease her senses.

"Take that cape off," Joe grunted. "Let's see a bit more!"

For the first time Teri moved her hands. She slipped the catch at her throat and let the winter cape fall away to the floor. She immediately returned her hands to their position, clasped behind her back. Her breasts were now fully revealed to the two men. They were cradled by the specially designed jacket, which held them proud and forward, yet completely uncovered. Teri held her head high and her shoulders back, as she had been trained, allowing the two men to enjoy the spectacle. Soon they would be tormenting those breasts, and she relished that prospect, but not yet. Not just yet!

Joe stepped closer to the table and began running his hands over her legs, stroking the length from her knees, upwards to the swell of her buttocks and back down again. He sighed at the softness of her skin as he felt the roundness of her bottom. He let his hands wander up inside her skirt, over her thighs and groins, across her flat, muscled belly, all the way to her waistband, then down again to repeat the process.

"Open wide, girl." Joe grunted. "Don't be shy."

He made a lecherous gurgling sound as Teri obediently parted her legs wide. Joe's hands slid up her thigh once more and Teri groaned with pleasure as his rough fingers scratched her outer lips. Already she could feel her vagina opening and moisture beginning to flow.

Bert began to work on her other leg and Teri closed her eyes, fighting to keep still and silent as each man rolled back her labia with his fingertips, exposing her much more sensitive and delicate inner lips.

Up and down her thighs, over her buttocks and between her labia, the two men's hands slowly built her arousal. Her breasts heaved as her breathing grew heavy and she struggled to keep still and silent.

She had been trained to allow her body to be explored mercilessly, and the men whom she served took great delight in challenging all the females at the academy, staff and students alike, to break the rules and lose control.

Teri knew her loss of control was not far away. She also knew that would herald the start of her ordeal. Hours of sexual torment awaited her. She longed for it to begin, and dreaded it.

"Jacket off!" Bert snapped.

Teri's fingers trembled as she fumbled with the catch. She felt a huge surge of pleasure tearing through her as two fingers, from two different men, penetrated her entrance at the same time. Heaving great breaths of self-control into her lungs, she locked her knees rigid and screwed up her face in concentration.

She dropped the jacket and stood topless, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Skirt now, I think. Let's ave er naked." Joe muttered. Bert nodded, and suddenly both hands left her bereft, her rising climax destroyed, as the men stood back and watched her struggle with the wreckage of her feelings.

She dropped the skirt, and finally stood naked and vulnerable before her tormentors.

The two men resumed their predatory prowling.

"She's a little beauty, this one. Look at er, not a crease under er tits, nor under er nates. Just smooth skin, blending all natural like, from er legs to er arse, from er tits to er belly. Flat as they come too, er belly. Just er hip bones showing. Lovely, aren't you, little Miss Teri.

As he spoke his hands wandered all over her, returning repeatedly to her nipples and pussy.

Terry was flushed and breathing heavily again.

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad I please you," she stammered out, trying once more to keep her knees from trembling. Joe reached forward and began fondling her bottom again, stroking it and patting it.

"We'll try a few little spanks for starters, shall we." He said. He cupped one hand under her pussy and slipped two fingers into her vagina. Then he pressed his thumb firmly against her pubic bone and held her fast in his grip. Bert sat back in his armchair to watch the show. Joe began to slap her buttocks alternately, harder and harder, while lifting her from her pussy until she was on her toes and her buttocks were tightly clenched. Bert saw her mouth open and watched her tits rise and fall and wobble as she panted with pain and arousal. After a dozen or so heavy slaps from Joes large, powerful hand her bum was bright red and she was biting her lower lip. Her forehead creased as she struggled against the combined forces of the pain in her buttocks and the rising orgasm from Joe's fingertips pressing against her 'g' spot.

Bert saw the flush of arousal spread across her chest.

"She's nearly there," he chuckled. "Don't let her come yet. Much too early. She ain't done nothing for us yet!"

As he said it, Teri began to meal softly, muttering "please, please," over and over.

Joe said, "I think you're right, Dad. Much too soon!"

Without warning he pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back, leaving Teri on her hands and knees, sobbing with broken desire.

"You better come and attend to this, missy," Bert said to her, pointing to the erection he had released into view. "Just give him nice little blow while we decide what to do with you!"

Still shaking, her wrecked orgasm still coiled in her belly like a vengeful snake, Teri sank to her knees between Bert's legs and took his swollen member deep into her throat. She nodded away slowly, careful not to make him come. Her job was much the same as theirs. Prolong the pleasure until the last possible moment. They had been gentle with her so far, and only two ruined orgasms. Teri was well used to surfing the waves of desire and frustration. Thus far she felt the session was going well. But she was under no illusion, these guys could play rough, and she knew they had staying power to match hers. She flickered her tongue rapidly felt Bert tense. He gave a little groan, but self-discipline drew him away from her attentions. Joe had picked up on the signals and said, "I think I'll ave some of that."

Teri turned and crawled to where Joe was sitting, his erection ready for her. She was aware that Joe had been enjoying the view between her legs, gazing at the warm, tight, moist haven that would feature in the final act of the evening. Now that view was Bert's. Teri deliberately crawled with her legs wide apart, swiveling her hips as she moved. She was enjoying displaying herself, and from his sighs and grunts, she knew Bert was enjoying her display too.

Arriving at her destination, Teri took Joe into her throat and began work. She slid her lips slowly up and down Joe's impressive length, her tongue flickering constantly. She wanted both guys well aroused, so that lust was their only motivation when the real hard action started.

Teri had learned a lot about herself over the four years she had been involved with the Cane Academy. From that first day in the park, as an innocent girl day dreaming about sex, when She had found herself obeying a complete stranger, unable, and unwilling, to stop herself. He had told her to strip and she had obeyed, then let him handle her until she experienced her first orgasm. Through her introduction to the practice of Dominance and submission, discipline and pain as highly arousing foreplay, to her love of sexual torment which never failed to carry her to ever greater heights.

Now she wanted no mercy. Her tormentors had to be driven only by lust, to give her no relief until the final, devastating explosion left her wrecked on the floor.

She heard Bert rise to his feet behind her, heard his broad leather belt sliding through his belt loops, heard him double it over and slap it against his palm.

'Here it comes' she thought, without breaking her rhythm on Joe's cock. 'Now it really begins.'

"Time for a little spice I think! What do you say, Joe?" Bert said, his voice gruff with lust. "Time to warm her up a bit?"

"Right, pa. Give her some to keep her focused on the job!"

He sniggered, then grasped fists full of Teri's short, sandy hair. He pulled her head down hard so that she was choking on his cock head, while Bert slashed his belt down hard across her buttocks.

The fire exploded across her backside and Teri let out a Yelp in her throat. Her brain began to sing with the combination of adrenalin, serotonin and endorphins surging through her blood stream.

It had begun.

The rise of these three magic potions, wholly natural and made in her own brain, was better, far better, than any other drug Teri ever knew. The trick now was to keep them rising, keep her brain and body fizzing ever more strongly until it all became unbearable.

She squirmed her hips and lifted her backside to receive the next blow.

"She's keen, boy, she's keen. Look at her working that arse. Look at her!"

"Give her a couple more, then I need a break," Joe said, his brow furrowed with determination not to come yet.

Two more strikes from the heavy belt left Teri's arse a deep crimson colour. The internal heat was intense and she could feel the glow. Deep in another place tiny muscles were quivering and hot moisture glistened.

Joe dragged her head off his pulsing cock and pushed her away. She lay on the stone flagged floor panting, her legs still wide as she had been trained.

"Let's string her up for a while, make her dance. Get those legs kicking!" Bert said. "Go and fetch those leather cuffs, Joe. You stand on that coffee table and don't you move!" He snapped at the girl.

Joe returned with his arms full of assorted straps and lengths of rope. He dropped them to the floor and each man grabbed one of Teri's wrists. In seconds the writs straps were secured. They threaded a rope through the steel rings on the cuffs, then threw the ends of the rope over a hook in the beam above her head and began to pull. Teri's arms were raised, up past her chest, her face, over her head until they were straight up. Joe placed a strong hand each side of her hips and lifted, as Bert pulled on the rope. Teri's rose onto her toes, only the tips of her big toes now in contact with the table. With a push from a booted foot, Joe moved the coffee table away and Teri was hanging, stark naked and utterly vulnerable, from her wrists. There was now nothing, absolutely nothing, that Teri could do to defend and protect any part of her body! She was completely at the mercy of two rough, lecherous strong men, which was exactly where she wanted to be!

In the gym Justine was trembling with effort, sweat glistening on her skin, her hair hanging over her face in rats' tails. Her arms were straight out sideways, her hands holding plastic buckets into which Igor and Ivan were loading glass marbles one at a time. She struggled to balance because her legs were strapped tightly together, the bulbous head of the large vibrator clamped firmly between her thighs. Her clitoris was taking a pounding from the vibrator and she was in a state of almost incessant orgasm. Should she lower her arms the twins were waiting to help her with sharp slashes from freshly cut willow wands which stung like fire. There was already a collection of livid stripes under her bare buttocks, in the creases at the tops of her thighs, and she fought bravely to avoid more. At a nod from Igor nurse Yimi touched the remote control and stepped up the power of the vibrator even further, as simultaneously more marbles were loaded into the buckets. There ensued a loud moaning from Justine's throat which rose to a scream as the willow wands struck and her orgasm finally peaked at the same time. She fell to the floor, writhing and sobbing, still unable to rid herself of the infernal buzzing against her clitoris. She arched her back as marbles rolled away in all directions, then slumped into a motionless heap as Yimi touched the 'off' button. "Good!" Said the Russian twins together, and strolled away to their supper. Yimi grinned after them, then began unstrapping Justine's legs and massaging life back into them. Justine groaned, but smiled weakly.

"Those two certainly know how to work a girl," she said, in her unmistakably Regal accent. "I wish I'd known about them years ago, could have cut to the chase and spared the parents a lot of grief." She laughed to herself, and her laugh couldn't completely hide her bitter irony. Justine was a member of a very important European family indeed. All her life she had been photographed and written about, but as she grew into puberty it had become almost impossible to keep her wanton predilections a secret. Somehow the family had found out about the Cane Academy and its successes and sent their wayward daughter to M. Canne for treatment. The girl had suffered from insatiable drives. No male member of staff was safe, and eventually the story was bound to come out and make a mockery of a great ruling house. As she became an adult the girl had turned to drugs and prostitution in ever more wild attempts to achieve peace from a tortured body and mind. When she arrived at the Academy she was thin and undernourished, careless of her habits and appearance, depressed and feeling worthless. M. Canne had devised a care plan which involved a lot of physical exercise and sexual stimulation, but which required hard work and effort to earn the orgasms all the girls he treated craved. Now Justine was undergoing a strength building program, forcing her to work hard under trying circumstances. Several evenings a week she could be found in the gym sweating it out, tits bouncing and legs kicking high, until she could take no more. The motivation for all this effort was twofold. Carrot and Stick. Lack of maximum effort brought sharp pain, acceptable effort brought artificial stimulus, but to earn her deepest desire, a real, live, throbbing cock inside her, she had to break all expectations.