Krystal felt as if she were falling again at the air for support and finding nothing to hold onto. Linda was licking her into a wonderful excitement, touching her outer labes, then stiffening her tongue and burrowing all the way in while rubbing both hands around her cunt. It was like having all parts of her body stimulated at once! The blonde teen shuddered in her bonds, moaning, begging Linda to do more to her as she hung there from the ceiling.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Linda had shoved one finger up her ass, fucking her asshole with it while pressing her mouth hard against her pussy. Krystal thought she would lose her mind. Bright flashes of light blinded her while Linda kissed long and deep into her cunt.
"Oh, it's good, good, soooooooo good! Suck me, please suck me! More, I want more, more! Do it! Do it! Oh God, do it to me now!"
It was the first time she had had sex without all the pain, the humiliation of having someone beating and hurting her. She wanted to feel a climax without the agony of a beating and the horror of shame. She was going crazy, feeling Linda's mouth going wild in her cunt. The girl was licking down deep into her pussy, sucking up those juices, scraping her cuntal walls with her tongue while touching her clit continually with her lips.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
It was going to happen! Oh yes, yes, it was going to happen, hanging here by the chains! She was going to climax right in Linda's mouth. Krystal shook as if touched by an electric wire, the chains rattling overhead. No, no, no, it was too good to be true! And still she could feel that finger wriggling up her shitter, the nail pressing down into her asshole while Linda's lips were sucking at her clit now, forcing the tiny spindle to erupt.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!"
Linda groaned into the teen's cunt, making her, clit spin off into a series of crazy vibrations. Krystal rolled her ass as much as she could, tugging up at her legs once more, feeling the leather thongs biting into her flesh. She tried working her hips back and forth, forcing her cunt onto that wriggling, fucking tongue. Linda had started it now! She had started that fucking tongue working into her pussy, making it slip back and forth, forcing it deeper until she thought it was going to touch her womb! Oh, oh, it was the best feeling ever since the time Mike had fucked her with that dreadful dildo. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Krystal forgot everything – her mother, Mike, the general horror covering this place like a shroud – the moment her climax hit. She felt her clit popping again and again, like a firecracker. Her whole body seemed to spasm, her toes curling while her tummy muscles knotted in cramps.
"Ahhhhhh… oh, oh, it's sooooo gooooooood!"
Krystal came and came and came, her cuntal muscles cinching down on the still-wriggling tongue while her body twisted and jerked on the ropes. She finally felt reality start to trickle in, her mind returning to normal and remembering all too well the stretching, tugging feeling around her wrists and ankles. Mike was still out there. Good old Mike, the one who would tear her to pieces if he could!
"That was very good, Krystal," Linda said, drawing one hand over her lips and smiling up at the dangling, hanging girl.
"Please, please, let me go. Get me out of this place!"
Krystal hoped somehow, after having given herself so freely to the guard, Linda would help her escape from this school. She would go to the papers, go somewhere and tell everyone how her mother had forced her into this dreadful place. She would live alone, far from here, far from Mike and Linda and anyone else connected with this horror. But the guard only smiled at her thinly, shaking her head from side to side.
"You still haven't learned, have you? Discipline's everything in life – everything follows that," Linda said with a shrug. "Once you come to that conclusion, you'll never want to leave here."
"No! Oh God, you're all crazy!" Krystal cried, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"You've started learning it already," Linda countered, caressing her cheek. "I can see it in your eyes, in the way you've been reacting lately. It won't be long," she predicted.
"You're sick! All of you!" Krystal shouted as Linda straightened her uniform, then moved to the door.
"Mike'll be in shortly for another… uh, lesson," Linda said with a smirk.
Another lesson! The words struck her like a hammer! That monster, that obscenity, walking in here and giving her another lesson! Again, the girl tugged frantically at the bonds, hoping against hope something would give way and let her tumble freely to the floor. She looked form rope to rope, from thong to thong, hoping she could figure out something. But all the girl managed to do was upset herself. Footsteps outside the door told Krystal Mike was approaching! Her heart sank to the floor as the big man entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Mike mockingly apologized, "but it takes more than this to run the school."
He was dressed in a suit and tie. But still the rather formal and respectable attire couldn't hide the lurid gaze in his eyes as he studied the helpless teen.
"Good. You look a little tired," Mike observed, "but we can find ways to bring you back to life."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Mike unlocked the winch and began twisting the handle round and around in a clockwise movement. Krystal screamed, the gentle tugging she had experienced now becoming a definite tearing sensation the thongs hurt her wrists, threatening to shatter the bones while the straps on her ankles bit into her flesh like shark's teeth. The teen shrieked, her body bouncing on the chains. She thought surely Mike would rip her arms from their sockets. Already she could feel something popping in her shoulders.
"Good. That's good enough."
He stopped the turning, locking the ratchet in place. Krystal sobbed, tears of agony streaking her face. Mike was already removing his coat and shirt and tie, getting ready for what she knew would be some new horror.
"Linda's probably serviced you," he said, taking off his trousers and folding them neatly on a near-by wooden chair. Padding barefooted to a green metal locker to the right, Mike pulled out a pair of faded Levi's, drawing them on while staring at the helpless girl. "She always does that to the girls when I'm not there. Not a bad idea. Keeps them in line. Now, what are we going to do with you?" He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Krystal was terrified of the answer.
"I've already fucked you, beaten you, pissed on you, beaten you," Mike said, reciting the various torments her had visited on the teen, nearly breaking into laughter as he circled her – a tiger about to spring on his prey. "Maybe we need something more erotic far you."
The strain on her shoulders and thighs was becoming agonizing. Krystal's head hung down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. Mike had moved from her, taking something down from the wall. When she looked up again, she saw him raising a large object over her head, straps dangling from a bottom iron ring. A hood of some sort! A mask of leather being fitted over head, pressing hard against her forehead!
Krystal struggled, twisting her head around, jerking it from side to side, doing anything to keep it from moving down over her eyes. Nothing could prevent that. Mike was standing on a small stool, drawing the tight-fitting hood over her chin. A firm ring of soft metal was squeezed tight around her throat.
"No breathing! Uhhfhhfhfhfhfffffff!"
Her voice was muffled by the hood. But somehow the girl had managed to get it across that the leather hood was blocking her mouth and nose. Mike adjusted the leather mask, fitting her nose into a slight protrusion in the device where two fairly large holes permitted breathing. Krystal also found there was a zippered mouth opening, now closed, opposite her mouth. Mike opened it, slipping something past it against her lips. At first she thought it was his cock. Then the girl realized it was something hard and cold – a rubber tube, it seemed.
"Open up, Krystal… open up or I'll jam this thing down into your belly until you vomit!"