The Hollister School for Girls

by Powerone

  "That should slow you down, Brandy. Now, unless you keep quiet, I will be forced to put a ball gag in your mouth. A very large ball gag. Now watch as Headmaster Michael punishes your good friend, Ashley. After all, it is your fault entirely that she is here."

  "Over here,” Headmaster Michael dragged Ashley to the large wooden structure in front of where Brandy was bound. The middle section was at least three-feet wide, more than enough room to secure a female to the beam. It stopped after about three feet. There were two smaller wooden beams that jutted out from the center, both pushed to one side. Metal cuffs attached to chains adorned the corners, used to pull the limbs into the required position if the female was not cooperative-most not being so-a windlass used to shorten the chains.

  "No, don't put me on that!” Ashley shouted out as she saw the strange device. While not exactly sure, it certainly looked like some type of torture device, and she did not wish to find out for sure.

  Headmaster Michael moved close to her, “Just think how delightful it will be to be bound to this, unable to stop me from doing whatever I want to do to that lovely body. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. I think you'll enjoy the pleasure as well as the pain. You'll be surprised at what I can do to the more delicate parts of your body.” Michael laughed as he twisted her around until her back was to the middle beam. “Relax your body now,” his powerful hands easily manipulated her body to his desires. He pushed her down until her ass barely hung over the thick beam, his hand pressed down on her chest, his other hand grabbed a leg and swung her around as if she was a rag toy. “Lay back, Ashley,” his hand held her down as he moved towards her head. “Arms up over your head, Ashley,” his voice stern and commanding, Ashley automatically obeyed until she realized what she submitted to, then too late to stop him. His large hands were easily able to grip hers and keep her from moving.

  Ashley trembled in fear as she felt cold metal cuffs placed onto her slim wrists, the sound of the metal as it clanged together made her jump. She yanked one arm, felt the unyielding iron prevent any further movement. “No, please,” she begged as she felt her other arm pulled up, the cold metal snapped to secure her wrist, the cuffs too tight, her arms already had pins and needles in them.

  Headmaster Michel turned the windlass, watched as her arms pulled straight up, as her breasts rose and fell while she laid pinned to the table. He moved to her waist, found the thick black leather belt secured to the table and wrapped it around her slender waist, cinched it tight until she sucked in her breath as it restricted her. Her legs hung off onto the floor. He would secure them soon enough. Michel looked down, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, the frightened look in her eyes as it finally dawned on her the predicament that she was in. He smiled, moved towards her head. He reached down, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, “You look so beautiful tied down like this.” He turned her face towards his, gently caressed her cheeks, “Such a pretty girl."

  His fingers moved to her moist lips, which trembled as the unfamiliar fingers traced along them. He pushed his fingers into her slightly open mouth, she was too afraid to stop him, felt them run along her teeth and gums, as her lips touched his fingers. She almost choked as she tasted his fingers, afraid of where they had been as moved around in her oral cavity.

  "Open wider, Ashley,” his other hand moved to her mouth, spread her lips, opened her mouth wider. He ran his fingers over her tongue, felt it jerk away when he touched it, he followed, then grasped it with two powerful fingers and pulled it out of her mouth. She needed to feel the control he had over her body, to know she was unable to prevent him from doing anything he desired. He let go of the tongue, his fingers entered her mouth again, ran around inside her cheeks, pushed out on them before sticking the digits deeper into her mouth.

  Ashley choked as his finger pushed against her tonsils, felt her throat open. He didn't go farther, waited for her gag reflex to stop before doing it again. Gggghhh,” she choked again, her eyes watered.

  "Have you ever had a cock in your throat, Ashley? I bet not. You will be taught.” He chuckled as he tilted her head back, her eyes pleaded with him. His gaze shifted down, her legs clenched tightly together, Michael had no desire to secure her legs yet, that would come soon enough. His eyes were fixed on her heaving bosom; the twin peaks rose and fell with her ragged breathing. He could almost make out the nipples that tried to poke out the tight fitting blouse, the buttons strained to contain the pert tits.

  She struggled, her arms hurt as the cuffs bit painfully into her tender wrists, finally stopped when they refused to give. She watched his hands, held her breath; a whoosh came from her mouth as she felt his hands mold her breasts. He was harsher than the boys she dated; his hands sought only his pleasure, not hers.

  Headmaster Michael's large hands completely encircled her breasts, squeezed them tightly, felt the firm flesh push through his fingers as he clenched and unclenched on the lovely tits. “I bet the boys don't rudely handle your tits like I do, Ashley.” He smiled at her clenched lips and continued to squeeze her tits. He moved, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, button by button beginning with the top one, teased her as he slowly began to strip her. She didn't say a word; her lips clenched tight as he pulled the blouse to the side, pulled the shirt tail from beneath the thick strap securing her waist to the beam. His hands returned to her breasts, touched the lacy bra, fingers pushed deep into her flesh as he squeezed them again, a groan from her as he did. He felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. She tried to hide her arousal, but her large nipples gave her away, as they slowly pushed out the thin material of the lace bra.

  She cringed as she saw the knife move between her cleavage and cleanly cut the fragile bra; return again to the straps on her shoulders, felt all of the support disappear as he shredded the sheer garment. She closed her eyes, she did not wanted to see the look in his eyes when he bared her breasts, a swoosh and the flimsy garment was thrown to the floor, the cold air in the room hit her breasts, her nipples now hard and erect. His hands returned, this time flesh meeting flesh, his calloused hands ran harshly over her satin skin, his fingernails scraped along her large areolas, tiny goose bumps appeared on them. “Not so hard!” she cried, his fingers gripped her nipples, pulled and twisted, forced them erect.

  "I have something special for your nipples. They are so big, over an inch and growing. Have you ever had an orgasm from having your tits played with?” He teased her, her face turned red in shame as her body betrayed her. He pulled out a nipple enlarger ring kit that he had but never used, not having yet found a suitable candidate before-until Ashley. He picked up the largest pump, a tiny ball pump, placed the smallest rubber ring on the end. He felt her body shudder when the pump touched her nipple, the plastic bulb slid over the erect tissue. He squeezed the pump and released it, watched as her nipple elongated and slid effortlessly into the bulb, trapped inside. His fingers fumbled with the tiny rubber band on the end and slid it down over her nipple that remained outside the bulb like a rubber on a cock. It tightened on the nipple, trapped it within. He pulled the bulb from her tit, her nipple now pinched tightly at the base, the dark red flesh permanently erect, the blood pushed into the tip, unable to return. He repeated the procedure with the other nipple; the twin tips now a maroon color, swollen with blood.

  It felt like her nipples were in a vise, a harsh pulse in each tip pounded away in rhythm with her heartbeat. She almost came when his fingers snapped at the tips, the points now supersensitive, like she was shocked with 120 volts of electricity. “Aaaahh,” she could only moan in pleasure, her pussy wet. He was right; she could almost cum from the touch on her tits. “God!” she cried out when his hot, wet lips touched the tips, sucked the blood-swollen flesh into his mouth, lapped at them, the rough tongue like course sandpaper. Her hips moved, tried to find anything to rub her pussy on, aroused by the strange feelings he ignited in her body.

  Michael stepped back, her nipples wet and shiny from his saliva, swollen to such hardness. The rub
ber bands would prevent them from going soft, keep them tender and erect, Ashley unable to stop Michael from arousing her with little effort. “It's time for your legs, now. It must be uncomfortable hanging off the edge like that. I have just the thing for you. But first, I think we need to strip you naked."

  She closed her eyes again, knew that it would do no good to protest. He would have her naked in a matter of minutes and that's what she feared the most. She didn't know how he would bind her legs, but was sure that they would be spread apart, her pussy left open and unprotected. She felt his hands on her skirt, unbutton the single button, the sound of the zipper, and then a whoosh, as it slid down her legs, fell to the floor.

  "Step out of them,” he ordered her, Ashley obeyed his command immediately. He ran his hands down her sleek flanks, felt her flinch at his touch. He looked at the thin panties; her pussy lips molded to the front panel, moisture glued the silky fabric to her flesh. He reached behind her, pulled her body out, his hands grasped her toned cheeks, squeezed them, felt her push her hips out to escape his relentless fondling. “Now, the panties, Ashley. I want to see that lovely pink pussy,” her eyes still clenched tight, her face and chest turned red in shame at the forced stripping of her body.

  She felt the panties slide over her hips, the material brushed across her closely cropped bush, sending shivers down her spine as her pussy began to cream at the thought of Headmaster Michael seeing her naked pussy. She felt them slide down, her eyes still clenched tight; her imagination brought more vivid pictures than the reality. Was Brandy right, could the thrill of being taken by an older man excite her? She stepped out of them, the last of her clothes gone, naked. She felt Headmaster Michael grab one leg, move it up high to rest on a platform similar to the one her back was on. She felt another shackle placed on her ankle, then heard the crank of the chains. She opened her eyes; her imagination had gotten the best of her, thoughts that it couldn't be that bad. But she was wrong. She saw the two other beams were pushed to one side, now separated. Her left leg was attached to one, Headmaster Michael turned the windlass, her foot gradually pulled down, her body stretched out. He moved and attached a shackle to her other ankle, a long expanse of chain dragged behind it to go to the other beam. But this one was completely on the other side, jutted out from the main beam at a 45-degree angle. Both of the smaller beams secured her legs in a wide open position. Obscenely wide.

  Headmaster Michael began to crank the windlass, Ashley's legs pulled toward it, moved up into the air as the chain shortened. Her pussy began to spread open; his eyes glued to her slit, a sheen glistened on the lips. Could she be getting wet at being taken by him? He would find out as soon as he had her spread open.

  Her legs were pulled up onto the other smaller beam, the chain still clanged until she was stretched out. Her crotch began to ache, as if Headmaster Michael tried to split her up the middle. She could stare only at the ceiling, felt how exposed she was, felt the cool air of the room blew on her wet inner lips, her labia pulled apart.

  Headmaster Michael dragged a large mirror over between her legs and aimed it downward. “Now, you can see what is happening to your sweet pussy.” He nodded his approval as she stared in the mirror, turned crimson at how exposed she was. “Yes, you're quite open. You can almost see inside your cunt.” He moved to her side, his fingers reached up and slapped at her nipple rings, heard her gasp in pain, the swollen tips acutely sensitive. “Hurts to touch them, doesn't it? I like that. Now, let's see if your pussy is wet,” he glanced at her face, saw the answer in her eyes. She was. He ran his finger up and down her slit, quickly soaked in her juices. She squirmed, but her movement was severely limited by the chains that kept her spread open for him. He grinned at her moan of pleasure, her eyes focused on his fingers as they played with her lips. He flicked her nipples again, a gasp, his other finger moved up to her clit.

  She watched him pick up a ball like the nipple pump, this one smaller and longer. The bulb was the same size and she shivered when she his fingers fumbled with the tiny rubber band, taking three times to secure it to the nipple pump. But she knew her nipple was not where he was going to use it, watched as he moved it down to her pussy, the air blew on her superheated sex as he pumped the ball and slipped it over her clit. “Aaaahhh!” she screamed in pain and pleasure as her clit was pulled out from her body, sucked up into the plastic bulb and stretched out. “Oww!” she screamed, her clit cinched tightly, the cruel band dug into the root of her clit and trapped it. A quiet whoosh, her clit released, throbbed as if her heart was contained in it.

  "Do you want to cum for me, Ashley? Let Chancellor Meredith and your best friend, Brandy, see you cum all over my fingers?” He slapped at her nipples, the pain shot straight between her legs. She gritted her teeth as he snapped her clit; the unbearable pain flooded her body.

  "No more!” she cried.

  "Tell me, Ashley. Tell me what you want."

  She hated herself for saying it, but she had to. “Make me cum."

  Headmaster Michael impaled Ashley's pussy with three fat fingers, slid easily on the overabundance of cream that her body put out in arousal. He felt her pussy clench on them, her cunt so hot and tight. How he loved young girls, their pussies so tight, their gasps as they were impaled always made his cock harder. He twisted his fingers inside her, slid them in and out, the noisy sound of his fingers as they sloshed around in her juices unmistakable in the room.

  He was brutal, pressed deep inside her, not even giving her a chance to get used to the thick fingers before they began to finger fuck her, hard and fast. “Aahhhh!” she screamed, his fingers tapped her trapped clit, the masochistic thrill of the pain mixed with the helplessness of her situation made her shudder in pleasure How could this be happening to her? Yes, Brandy acted like this, but she didn't. Yet, she could not deny the way his fingers extracted so much pain and pleasure in her body, mixed together into one glorious feeling. His fingers tapped on her nipples, then moved quickly to her clit, three times his finger snapped at it, painfully, four fingers twisted and turned inside her pussy.

  Her cunt felt like a furnace, her muscles clamped down on his fingers, tried not to expel them, but to massage them as if they were a cock to be made to cum. “Yes, Ashley, cum now for us. Let us hear your screams of pleasure as I masturbate you."

  She needed no encouragement, his fingers were enough. She screamed as she came, she always did-she had to muffle her mouth in her pillow to keep the others at school from hearing her. Her cum soaked his hand, she squirted when she came. His fingers slid in and out faster, aided by the abundance of her juices as they splashed around inside her. Another scream when his fingers grabbed her clit and pulled, squeezed the swollen, blood-engorged bud tightly. She thought he was trying to tear it off, as he twisted; his fat fingers stretched her tight pussy to accept them. One last cum, her juices ran down the inside of her thighs, her chest heaved, her nipples ached from the movement.

  Brandy fared no better than Ashley. She had wanted Headmaster Michael, but got Chancellor Meredith. Brandy had never been with another girl, had not even thought of nor could fathom the idea of girl sex But the chains that kept her arms pinned high above her head and the leather belt around her waist prevented her from doing anything but submit to it. As soon as Headmaster Michael began to play with Ashley's naked tits, the Chancellor began to get interested in Brandy.

  Meredith ran her hands over Brandy's face, brushed her long blonde hair from her face, wanted to see the fear in her green eyes. She looked down at her breasts, pert little titties with hard nipples that pushed out her too-tight blouse. Her hand moved down Brandy's neck, slowly caressed her, felt her body shake beneath her fingertips. “Another woman can bring so much more pleasure to a young body like yours, Brandy. But, she also knows the secrets to bring about so much pain. You saw what Headmaster Michael did to Ashley's lovely nipples. That is nothing what I am going to do to yours.” Her hand moved down until one palm lightly cupped her left tit, slowly engulfed it, squee
zed it gently, felt the firm flesh in her hand. “Not very big, but I can feel a very large, hard nipple beneath your blouse, Brandy.” Her fingers sought out the hard tip, easily found it, two fingers tightened on the rubbery flesh, a groan from Brandy as it was squeezed hard. “You like your nipples pinched.” It was a statement, not a question as Meredith increased the pressure, Brandy's back tried to arch, tried to force more of her tit flesh in Meredith's fingers.

  It felt strange, the soft touch of a woman's hand on her flesh, gently caressing her silky skin. She trembled as the hand moved down the front of her blouse, felt her nipples pushed hard against her bra, eagerly seeking out the hand that moved towards it. She forgot she was bound, one leg raised up high, her short skirt pushed aside, her naked thigh exposed all the way up to her thin panties. She noticed the Headmaster eye her body as he played with her best friend, watched Ashley spread naked in front of her, shuddering as the Headmaster forced her to cum for him as if she were his trained dog. Is that what the Chancellor was going to do to her, humiliate her and force her to cum in front of the others? She moaned as the Chancellor's hand demanded more, sought out her hardened nipple, fingers closed over it, squeezing the flesh beneath her fingertips. She didn't even try to resist, in fact Brandy eagerly sought out the hand, a pinch of her nipples had always made her pussy cream. She had sought out boys who would help her fulfill her desires, but they were always so eager to put their cocks in her pussy and fuck her for two minutes before they collapsed on top of her, satisfied with no desire left to please her nor did they even understand what her body demanded. But a woman doing this to her, that was incomprehensible, her brain not willing to easily accept it. “No, you can't do this to me, I'm a girl,” Brandy protested the treatment even while her body sought it.