"Okay, now the tops," Matt said, nodding to Art to help her.
Diane felt her body tremble as the top portion of the suit was put on her. She could feel some kind of hard, inner skeletal structure that was sewn into the suit pressing against her flesh as Art slid the jacket over her arms and pulled it tightly over her shoulders. Chris brought up the laces and started inserting them into the eyelets. Diane didn't move a muscle as they finished closing up the back of her restraining suit. She couldn't believe that something like this was happening. It was as if she were living through the plot of an old gothic novel.
"Ohhh!" Diane groaned as she felt her waist under compression from the rigid and tightly pulled corset-like top of her suit. With a lot of effort, Chris pulled the laces as tight as he could and tied them so that she could breathe only in pants.
With shorter laces, the student drew in the sleeves until the rubber-lined leather gripped her hard.
"And try this, baby," Matt said, holding out a high, stiff-boned leather collar that he gave to Chris. Diane's eyes opened even wider as she felt that collar pulled tightly around her neck, restricting the already shallow breathing that had been forced on her.
"Look at those labes," Matt said to his cronies as he trailed the tip of his whip across her cunt.
"Looks like they're ready for a good fucking," Chris said, moving around to the front and staring at Diane's exposed cunt lips. The trousers were cut away in back and front. Because they were so tight, her snatch and ass protruded out beyond the confines of the restraining pants.
"Hot and red," Matt said, chuckling as he played with the frazzled pussy hairs.
Diane stifled a groan of disgust. The tight lacing had forced blood down into her groin, producing a straight kind of exciting tingle between her legs. Even as the leather bit into her flesh and the blood poured and packed down into her snatch, the blonde was beginning to enjoy at least a part of this.
"And now, the whip," Matt said, grinning savagely as Chris and Art pulled Diane's hands behind her and tied them tightly together. They whirled her around, exposing her bare butt to her husband.
"Oh God, God!" Diane moaned as every muscle in her body tensed for the first blow. The wait seemed endless. Then there was the sound of leather whistling through air, and the blonde knew that pain was only a few seconds away.
"Arrrghhh!" she groaned, her body lurching forward as the whip tip sliced into her bare butt. Art and Chris caught her, holding her tightly from the front as Matt raised his arm again for another blow.
Diane screamed and screamed as one blow followed another until the sound was one continuous moan. Her body was on fire as every muscle ached from the physical tension. She lost count after the first two or three cuts of the savage whip. From that time on, all Diane could think of was the sound of that whistling whip and the sharp "crack" of its slicing into her quivering ass-flesh.
"She's better than most," Chris commented as Matt stopped the flogging and caught his breath.
"She'll last for a while," the big man said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Then he stopped and reached forward, putting a hand on her head and yanking back. Diane choked out a muffled scream. Wearing the tight-boned collar, the blonde was almost choked by that movement.
"Keep on screaming, bitch!" Matt growled as he let go, then started flogging her again.
"Ahhh! Arrghhh! Ohhh!" Diane cried over and over as the lash sliced into her. Her body jerked and bucked with each attack while her screams turned into low moans of agonized exhaustion. She couldn't take much more, and she couldn't react to the pain ripping her ass apart. Slowly, the woman felt herself sinking into blessed unconsciousness. She didn't care what happened now. The room spun around and she felt her legs and arms grow heavier.
"I think she's had enough," Chris commented as he struggled to keep her standing.
"Yeah!" Art panted, yanking up on her right arm as Diane's head hung limply down.
"All good things have to come to an end, I guess," Matt grumbled, throwing down the whip and walking up to his wife.
"You bastard!" Diane cursed, looking at him and spitting into his face.
"Bitch!" Matt said, reaching back with his right hand as if he were about to strike her.
Diane closed her eyes and winced, waiting for the blow that would send her reeling off into unconsciousness. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes and saw Matt sneering at her.
"Stuff her mouth! I think I hear Norm bringing down another girl," Matt said in a hoarse whisper.
Diane didn't get a chance to ask him what he meant. Art shoved a foul-tasting leather gag in her mouth, then hauled her across the room as the other men flattened themselves against the wall. The unconscious Jennie lay quietly behind one of the tables, her steady shallow breathing barely audible as Diane heard the upstairs door opening.
"But what's down here, Professor?" a young girl's voice filled the room.
"The new anatomy lab. You'll have to get your specimens from there for dissection tomorrow," a low, male voice said as the sounds of feet on the wooden steps filled the chamber. Diane wished she could howl out a warning to the girl. It was another victim for this little bit of depravity.
"Funny. I don't see anything except all these tables," the girl said, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
Turn around! Turn around and see me! Diane screamed to herself as she felt Chris' muscular arms holding her tightly to him. That girl still had a chance. No one was behind her. She could still have a break for it. Then there was the sound of the door closing and more footsteps on the stairs. Too late! Diane thought as she saw the young freshmen girl slowly turn around and look at the small group.
"Oh my God!" the girl cried out and backed away as her eyes widened in disbelieving horror.
"Get her!" Matt cried out, running toward the screaming girl.
"No! No!" she cried, ducking behind one of the tables as the men jumped for her. Diane watched helplessly as the pretty, petite brunette ran back and forth, dodging for a while every attempt to corner and catch her. She looked like a tiny, helpless mouse desperately trying to escape from four hungry cats. The men yelled and laughed to one another as they overturned chairs and finally pushed the table away.
"Her name's Annette Grossman," Dr. Norman Eisenberg said as he watched the girl wrestled dawn to the floor. "I've been watching her ever since she matriculated into my class. I want first crack at her," he said, sneering as Chris and Art tore off the shrieking girl's blue pullover and faded jeans. Her white, creamy skin glowed as if it were painted with phosphorescent paint as the tall, blond biology professor pulled his leather belt off his trousers while Matt and Chris rolled her over on her ass. "Let her go," he panted.
Annette was stunned by the sudden release and lay quietly on her back for a second. Had she scrambled to her feet, she might have escaped. But it was too late now.
CHAPTER SIX
"Aiyeee!" the young girl shrieked as Norm started to flog her with his belt. He cracked the buckled end sharply across her titties and belly. It slashed across her inner thighs until the girl managed to break free from the men's grips and roll moaning over onto her belly. She kept on screaming, clawing at the cold concrete floor with her slender fingers as Norm kept slashing his belt across her naked back and bare ass cheeks. The young freshman screamed in agony, her body jerking and lurching with every whip-like attack until her voice was hoarse from yelling.
"Fuck this shit!" Norm muttered, tossing the belt away as he reached down and unzipped his pants.