Susan thought of scrambling from the table and making a break for it. Surely she could run to the street, shout for help, and someone would come rushing out to protect her. But then the teens would surely talk, would expose both her and Jenny as nymphos. There would be little either woman could say to defend herself and in the end they would win while she and her prize pupil would go down as whores. Groaning inwardly at her situation, Susan watched helplessly as Jenny took the pole.
"Ummmmmmm!"
"Okay, baby, you're about all the way down. You can stop yourself from goin' down any farther by just pushing up with your toes. Careful, now, or you're gonna tip the thing over, and that's gonna hurt you up there real bad, understand?" Jack said.
Both teens backed away. Jenny explored her situation, looking down, then curling her toes and pushing up as far as she could until her arches ached from the pressure. Push as hard as she could, the redhead teen couldn't slide herself off the dildo.
"That's right," Clint said. "That thing's shoved up so far you wouldn't be able to jump off so just relax and enjoy. You can be fuckin' yourself all night with that thing, if you want."
"Ohhhhhfhffff!"
Jenny's eyes reflected the panic she felt coursing through her veins. She continued standing on tip-toe, looking down at her feet. Twice she tried getting off that thing and twice she failed. In the end she wound up standing, her calves aching. It was an infuriating, shameful way to stand and she blushed furiously, wishing she could hurry up and die.
"Oh God, this is terrible what you've done to her," Susan groaned.
"Thought it was pretty good. Now she's gonna have a good time even when we're not around."
"Pretty lucky gal, I'd say," Clint offered, winking at his buddy.
"Sure wish I was a gal with somethin' that nice to sit on," Jack offered.
"She ain't had one bigger than that, but bet she sure's gonna want one after she gets used to squirmin' round on that mother."
Jenny flushed scarlet, staring with hatred at her two tormentors.
"She probably ain't gonna want to leave this place by the time when get through with 'em. Ain't gonna leave somethin' this good behind," Clint suggested.
"You try jumpin' up and down on it, Jenny. It's gonna feel good – damned good!" Jack bellowed with laughter.
Jenny only blushed more furiously, turning her head away from them.
"She's kinda shy about this sorta thing," Jack suggested. "Ain't been around long enough like ol' teach over there. Now there's a woman who could teach you about fuckin'. Man! She's good and tight, yet she fucks like there were no tomorrow."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
They left Jenny standing on that awful thing, the girl staring wildly at them as they moved to Susan. The woman reached back defensively, feeling a tingle rush up and down her spine. Site drew back as Clint grabbed her by the wrist, hauling her forward.
"She don't look like she wants to play anymore, Jack."
"Oat cum runnin' outta her pussy. Looks like she's been foolin' around. Gotta make the bitch pay for that. That ain't no way for a teacher, to act in front of her students. She's gotta set an example," Jack said grandly, grabbing Susan's other wrist.
"Oh!"
They pulled her roughly from the table, marching her past the dildo-fucked Jenny to the far end of the garage. While Clint held onto her Jack pulled out a four-foot two-by-four and hauled it over. Clint ordered the woman to bend down, putting her hands on her feet.
"Get some rope – short pieces for this job."
More rope! More bondage! Would it never end? Susan looked up through her curtaining hair. Jenny was struggling on the long dildo, her calves and thighs straining each time she tried climbing over the plastic cock. When she slipped and fell, it fucked her cruelly, bringing out a baleful cry from behind that awful gag.
Clint came back with two twenty-inch pieces of half-inch fine.
"That'll do. Keep your Goddamned wrists on the tops of your feet!" Jack barked.
Jack dragged the heavy board over to them, placing it on the tops of her feet after forcing the blonde to spread her legs. Looping the rope around her right wrist, he then slipped it around her ankle, finishing the job by wrapping it around the two-by-four. Fixing the rope in a slipknot, he moved to the other wrist and ankle, attaching them to the board in the same manner.
"Okay, now try walkin'."
Walking? Was he serious? An impatient slap on the told Susan he was. With difficulty the woman shoved one foot forward, nearly losing her balance and tumbling forward.
"Uh!"
"Now the other one."
Slowly Susan began to master walking in this contraption. She waddled forward, her tits hanging down like a hard tipped udders. She could hardly see through her hair that hung over her face. She moved past Jenny and she saw the girl's straining ankles and heard her awful moans.
"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself good on that thing. Yeah, feels real good, don't it?"
"Uhhhfhfhfff!"
They forced Susan to walk the full length of the garage, waddling in that obscene position. Her fingers scraped against the uneven concrete floor while her tits swayed horribly. Several times Jack slapped her ass, laughing as she squealed. When she had completed the circuit, Jack stopped her, putting both hands on her ass. Clint reached under her, squeezing her tits. Susan let out another cry of pain. Behind her Jenny was screaming, having nearly impaled herself on the long dildo.
"Easy, baby, you don't want that thing comin' outta your mouth," Jack laughed.
"Please, let us go! You've done enough. You've made your point," Susan begged.
Jack shrugged. "Ain't no point to make cept fuckin'. Plenty of points to make that."
"Let's show the fuckin' slut the whole works. Drag her to the drain."
Clint kicked one booted foot against her ass, knocking Susan forward. Huffing and grunting she walked as fast as she could, the board scraping against the floor several times. They were heading her in a direction away from Jenny to a dark corner of the garage.
"Stop!"
Susan could hardly see in front of her until someone reached out and snapped on a yellowish overhead bulb. The shadows cutting across her made Susan more nervous than ever. Someone was holding her by the ass, then pushing her forward while bracing their feet against the backs of her heels. She was falling down, unable to stop herself! Susan let out a cry of despair as she crashed and rolled over, finally landing on her back. Because of the bonds she lay feet up, her arms stretched forward.
Jack and Clint were unzipping their Levi's. Were they going to fuck her like this? She wondered. So soon after that last traumatic fuck?
"Ol' toilet face. That's what we're gonna call you from now on."
Susan looked up between her roped legs, watching as Jack pulled his cock out and rolled the bulbous head between his fingers. He seemed to be toying with her, pretending he didn't intend to fuck her. She swallowed down a lump of fear and excitement. An uneasy feeling made her stomach grow queasy. He bent his knees slightly now, working his cock a little from his halved Levi's. And then the first few yellow drops of piss spurted from his cockhead, spattering on her belly.
"Ugh!" Susan cried.
He was pissing on her! Susan groaned, swiveling her ass around, nearly losing her balance and letting her legs topple down against the floor. Clint kicked her thighs back up, making sure she was in that awkward spread-eagled position on her back. Jack shook his long limp cock, aiming again at her flat belly.