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Lords and Ladies
by V.P. Viddler
Part 10
"I'm sorry, sir," the school principal said, "but Miss Lucinda is
unavailable right now. She is being chastised."
"Chastised?" Lord Aldenby said. "For what, may I ask?"
"For nothing, sir. Simply that. Except for the fact that Miss Lucinda has
the most sinfully nubile body I have seen in many a long day. Many of our
instructors have gotten most aroused by the constant sight of her swaying,
bouncing breasts. And her smooth, curving bare legs. And her full, pouty lips.
And her long, long, swinging yellow hair. And so it was naturally decided that
there was only one fitting way to satisfy their lusts. By first punishing Miss
Lucinda until that sweet young body is a bloody ruin, and then making her into
the slut she is by fucking her repeatedly, over and over and over again."
"By god!" Lord Aldenby said. "What a bully school this is! But can we not
see the little slut?"
"It is most unusual," the principal said.
"We will pay," said Smight.
"Ah. Well. Just at the moment, Miss Lucinda is being stretched on the
rack."
"My lord!" said Lord Aldenby.
"Hark!" said the principal. "I think, if you listen, you can just hear
the young lady."
A far away but most shrill and spine-chilling scream could be faintly
heard.
"The rack!" the lord said. "By god, we must see this!"
"Well... Miss Lucinda is most certainly not in a position to object,"
said the principal.
And he took them downstairs to a sound-fast room containing many
instruments of pain. The largest was a round wooden rack, and upon it lay the
naked body of young Lucinda, most tightly stretched and obviously in horrible
pain. Screams came continually from her wide open mouth. Her head, the only
part of her body that could move at all, rolled wildly from side to side, and
her long yellow hair hung down almost to the floor. But she was the most
erotically beautiful sight in the world. The taut, straining body was curved
and hollowed in mouth-watering relief. The elongated calves and thighs were
exquisite. The thrusting, quivering, luscious young breasts cried out to be
touched -- or beaten. They did not bounce now, but that they could sway and
swing until they drove a man mad, was most obvious.
"By god," Lord Aldenby said softly. "I would pay five thousand dollars
right now, to be able to slash those titties with a whip or a riding crop."
The girl screamed louder.
"How many lashes, my lord?" said the principal.
"A dozen," the lord said. "Ten thousand for two dozen."
"You may pick any whip you wish, my lord."
"Thanks," the lord said. "This will do."
As he moved toward the bound and helpless girl, whip in hand, Lucinda
tried desperately to twist against her bonds. That tight, curving body twitched
and spasmed in a futile attempt to avoid what was coming.
Lord Aldenby raised his arm. Frantically, Lucinda tried to stop gasping
and yelling long enough to say something, to beg and plead. Lord Aldenby smiled
happily.
"Ah, my dear young Lucinda," he said. "Such fine, fine breasts. Take
that." And his arm came down.
A loud, cracking sound that made Smight's cock hard in a moment. A
terrible, vibrating scream that rebounded off the walls.
The whip rose again. And fell.
"Oh, Christ," said Smight through Lucinda's blasting shriek, "I must add
to this wonderfully suffering whore's agony. Or perhaps, still better, I can
fuck her squirming young cunt while Lord Aldenby whips those tortured tits."
"I will pay," Lord Aldenby said. "Do it, man!"
"Thanks," Smight said, forcing his cock between Lucinda's curving thighs
and putting his weight onto her horribly taut torso.
"Miss Lucinda howls so nicely, does she not?" the principal said.
"Join in, man," the lord said. "Go on. Burn her, for god's sake. Take
this, you filthy young cocksucker. Take this and this and this!"
Crack! Slash! Whack!
"How beautiful her body is in her pain!" said Smight. "How this cunt
spasms! Hurt her some more, my lord. Whip harder as I come inside her twat.
Burn her, principal!"
"I am burning the slut now. Burning the writhing little yowling bitch.
Ah, Miss Lucinda, hurt, you whore. You young, smooth, soft, breast-bouncing,
hip-swinging Miss Lucinda. I kiss you with pain..."
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