Discipline

Chapter 9

On Monday morning, Joe looked up from his desk and saw Gillian in the doorway. He almost jumped out of his chair.

For Gillian had changed. Big time. It started with her face. Her old glasses were gone, replaced by big, thin-framed, black ones that added deadliness to the sensuality of her eyes. She wore makeup accentuating her high cheekbones. Her lipstick was a dark red and the pout of her mouth somehow told him he was in trouble.

Chapter 8

A door closed.

Gillian stirred, lifting her head. It was pitch dark and she had no idea where she was.

She was kneeling; tied face-down over a soft round pillow. She wriggled and thought she was on a bed.

Then she heard them.

"Which end do you want?" a boy asked.

"I want her cunt."

Gillian shivered and lay quiet.

"Okay, fuck, you got it; I want that mouth."

Chapter 7

Gillian sobbed and wept on the floor, desperately hoping they would leave her alone. But Dean was furious and he pulled her up at once, slamming her face-down on the table.

"Stay there or get tied up!" he snapped.

She sobbed, listening to the yells and moans as Jack slammed his cock in and out of Alda's hot sopping-wet cunt. He rammed the shrieking Alda into the bar with all his force, as his cock reamed her cunt out.

"Yeah, yeah!" he yelled. "Fuck, this is good! I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoooooot!"

Chapter 6

"No, you bastard, no!" Alda screeched, as she turned around to eye the boy she'd just sucked off. "I got you here; you don't whip me, you fucker!"

Rose shoved Alda's head between her legs. "Suck, you bitch! You're just an assistant; don't act like a boss!"

Alda twisted out of Rose's grasp again.

"Don't do it, Jack!" she screamed at the boy.

Jack grinned a little, playing the rod through his fingers. "But your boss told me to do it."

Chapter 5

"Yeahhh!" Dean roared, as his cock rushed to the top of Gillian's quivering cunt. "Fuck, yeah! Ain't that great, baby, hey?"

He hunched up on the bench and rammed Gillian upward; an inch or so, until the leg straps jerked her to a halt.

Gillian shrieked as her pussy walls were stretched, with Dean's massive fucker buried between them. Her body tossed wildly as she saw the whip lashing in, cutting across her tits once more. The agony rushed out of her reddened tit-flesh, and she screamed; a scream of absolute desperation and pain.

Chapter 4

Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she'd suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would be locked.

The door opened and Dean and Rose came back in. Rose carried the whip, and grinned as she strolled over to Gillian.

"Bit rough with old Marty, right?" she said brightly. "Well, don't worry, it's just me and Dean now, and we'll be real gentle with you, won't we?"

Chapter 3

"Oh, yes, you will," Rose whispered in Gillian's ear, as the terrified librarian struggled to free herself from the bonds around her ankles and wrists. "And you'll get more, honey, just to teach you not to yell at me. And never disobey me. Got that?"

"I won't do that!" Gillian screamed, struggling; her wrists pulling the strap around her neck harder with each desperate jerk of the body. The young cook stood in front of her on the table; his cummy cock inches from her mouth, his hands on his hips, waiting.

"Hold her hair," Rose said.

Chapter 2

Her ass aching with an agony that sent shivers through her, Gillian straightened up, rubbing her wrists. She moaned, and burst into fresh tears as she saw the blood on her wrists. Her ankles were still manacled so she couldn't escape, but she turned and looked down at her feet. There was a smear of blood on her ankle. With a sob, she looked at Alda and the cook as he gave a yell of lust, his cock pumping in and out of the brunette's hot wet cunt.

CHAPTER NINE

Sandra walked over to Roland, her ass swaying, her legs pacing with perfect precision. She put her hands on her hips and stared right at him, a wide grin on her face.

"Got you now, fucker!" she snarled. "You can't break me. I'm gonna see you in jail, shit-face. You can't hold us forever, and then I'm gonna expose your ass." She laughed. "So, what're you gonna do? Kill us?"

"You still don't get it, do you?" Zenda said, her eyes bright as she watched the newly arrogant Sandra. "Do you know who you are?"

CHAPTER EIGHT

When Hazel and Sandra emerged from the bedroom about twenty minutes later, Hazel was shivering a little with suppressed desire and Sandra was plainly furious. The reason for the different reactions was the same. Zenda had made them wear fantasy nurse uniforms that made the ones they used to wear seem respectable.