They filled her mouth with the same convenient gag of panties which she had used on poor Algernon. Algernon himself was allowed the honour of undoing Elke's jeans and stripping her from the hem of the black woollen singlet at her waist down to her heels. He paused to admire the slight fleshiness of her pale young thighs with the cunt-slit peeping between, and the ripe swelling cheeks of Elke's bottom.
Retribution began at once, for the boys intended to keep Elke busy all evening. Algernon touched up the Austrian girl's cunt a little with his fingers and found it soon yielded lubrication, though Elke herself shrieked abuse into her gag. Aiming from behind her, Algy guided his hard young prick between her legs and threaded it right up her vagina. The pain of his ordeal that afternoon was now a strange stimulus in its aftermath. Elke tried hard to disengage herself from the impaling prick by jerking and squirming her hips but the only result of this was to make the ride still more enjoyable for the curly headed cherub who ravished her. Indeed, it was evident as the rogering continued that Elke was getting more than a little overheated with the excitement of it. Then, as always, the sperm boiled dangerously in Algernon's loins and he withdrew. Yet now he avenged that other part of himself by carefully vaselining Elke Mahne's arsehole. Despite the hysterical yells which the gag muffled, Elke had to have the prick and the spouting sperm up her tight young arse, for none of the boys wished to be the cause of a paternity summons. To bugger a slightly fat-bottomed sixteen-year-old Austrian girl like Elke Mahne was by no means a disagreeable exercise for Algernon's prick. Our hero made it last ten or fifteen minutes before he gasped out. “It's coming now, Elke! Bend tighter! The further into you the sperm goes the more we'll both enjoy it! Ah, what a fat little bottom, Elke! Here it comes! That's good! Oh, that's marvellous! What a perfect little whore you'll make, Elke!” So it continued-four times over. Each boy spent in Elke's backside and then turned to the problem of retribution-giving her a hard time, as they called it. They had purloined from somewhere a pair of loose-fitting female drawers, elastic-tight at waist and mid-thigh, made of almost transparent pale blue silk. They pulled these up over Elke's thighs and hips. Into the seat of these a fresh and hungry jelly-fish was tipped. “Half an hour's excitement for you, Elke,” said Algernon whimsically. They had strapped her ankles together to prevent excessive “dancing,” for fear it might harm the innocent jelly-fish. Yet the softly full cheeks of Elke's bottom surged and writhed to match her muffled howls. The tentacles got easily between her legs and plagued her young cunt until she almost swooned. Bright scarlet rondels began springing to life on her adolescent buttocks until their anguish merged into a single glow of swollen rear cheeks. Red blemishes rose on the backs of her thighs.
Then an urgent tensing showed where the tentacles had found their way between the cheeks of Elke's bottom and were wreaking havoc there.
Before the half-hour was over, the sixteen-year-old culprit was frantic in her plight. Elke Mahne farted as lustily as a full-bottomed Austrian girl of her kind can do. She squirmed and contorted, arched and writhed. At last they stripped down the pants and removed the obliging jelly-fish from the behind of which it was so enamoured.
Algernon stooped over the girl. “Still think it was such fun, Elke? After we've whipped you, you'll have the jelly-fish tickling you again for a whole hour, so that you really get the chance to enjoy it!” Had such a thing happened, who can say what the outcome would have been? But events were now about to take an unexpected turn.
Elke was in a perfect condition for being whipped. When Algernon touched a hand lightly to the girl's buttocks, even that made her gasp and flinch away-so sorely had the stings made her smart. They agreed that each boy should give her three dozen strokes across her backside with the improvised whips of mooring-cord. However, at the mention of this, Elke began to twist her hips so wildly that it would have been hard to land the whips in the right place. The ingenuity of retribution had seized Algernon. He had decided to make Elke wear a “persuader” between the cheeks of her arse while she was whipped. This was a simple device. It consisted of a narrow strap which ran from the front of her belt at the navel, down her belly, under her legs, up between her buttocks to fasten at the back of the belt. Where it was drawn tightly up between her hind cheeks, a row of needle-sharp points protruded to either side. He explained carefully to Elke that so long as she bent right over for the whip- her arse-cheeks stretched wide-and so long as she kept quite still, the needle-tips would dent the skin down either surface of her bottom-cleft but would not pierce it. If she attempted to writhe or tense or straighten up, she would martyr herself on the fine steel points. You may well believe, Dolly, that this news did not much reassure Fraulein Elke! How could she not squirm under the lash? However, the strap was drawn tightly into place and her spread arse-cheeks were helplessly presented to her four youthful chastisers. At the thought of giving thirty-six whip-strokes across the ripe adolescent cheeks of Elke Mahne's backside each young penis was beginning to stiffen up again. Indeed, the knowledge that she would get almost a hundred and fifty strokes by simple arithmetic seemed only to add to the hectic excitement.
Fear not, Dolly! She was to be saved before that happened.
Algernon himself gave her thirty-six with the improvised whip, thrashing Elke's fat young buttocks with more force than expertise.
However, he produced some impressive weals and drove her frantic as she screamed into her gag. Twice she failed to control herself and clenched her bottom-cheeks on the wicked needle-tips of the persuader!
But before they could continue with the discipline, one of the lads shouted “Cave!” the traditional schoolboy warning of an approaching master. They took the persuader, pulled up her jeans and fastened them. The jelly-fish was returned to its ocean pool. They had neither time nor inclination to unfasten Elke but left her with the appearance of a girl spying on boys to see them undress for their swimming lesson. With a gag in her mouth, she could hardly deny it!
The truth was, Dolly, that the meeting of the college governors had ended and that the dignitaries who made up this body had gone off separately to take the evening air. The figure who now approached down the cliff path was Colonel Randy Hart of the Blues. The view which greeted him on the public side of the wooden groin was of Elke's backside and thighs in the tight jeans as she bent through the hole.
Of her sullen young face and the sly hazel eyes he could see nothing.
However it was clear that she was staring at the four boys on the school side who had taken off their bathing drawers, in order to dress in their uniforms, and whose young pricks were freely displayed.
Colonel Randy brushed up his luxuriant moustaches and screwed the monocle more firmly in his eye. “By Gad!” he said loudly, “A damned little bunter spying on the school fellows! Is that the game, missy? Is it? What? What?” He walked up behind her and clapped his hands on her tightly clad backside. Elke, in her tender state, squirmed and mewed into her gag. Colonel Randy took this for lascivious writhing and moans of passion. The colonel, a builder of empire who had had much to do with native girls and uncontrolled lusts of primitive womanhood, chortled at this. He stared round quickly and believed himself to be unobserved. Looking in the girl's reticule he saw a card with her name, age, and address upon it.