Alison's Story

Chapter 8.

After Alan had brought me to a massive climax I was made to lie on my back with my legs spread wide apart. Alan moved between my thighs and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my sopping pussy. He slowly pushed into me, and I relished the feelings of pleasure radiating from my hot tunnel.

"Supposing I told you to do whatever it took to get me the Departmental Head's job? Even if it meant being the Head's plaything for the rest of the term? Are you up to that?", he asked as he continued to build up a steady rhythm.

Without hesitation I said "I told you I'd do anything you tell me to do. I promised. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. I'll let him touch me, play with me, strip me, screw me. Anything you say Alan, anything."

"Good, because I know he fancies you. I've seen the way he looks at you. I bet he'd like to strip you bare and smack your arse. I bet he's well into that, and you're such a convincing naughty girl aren't you? Could you cope with having that old bastard's hands all over you?"

"Oh yes Alan." I breathed. "I'll let him do anything he likes to me. Do you want me to start tomorrow? I told him I'd be back to help him some more then. Should I give him a reason to be angry with me?"

"Oh yes, excellent", he groaned. I felt him twitching inside of me, felt his hot jism shooting up into me, and then he collapsed on top of me, panting. I stroked his back, his hair. I kissed his neck, ran my tongue over his skin. I was besotted. I wanted to please him in every way possible and I was relishing the prospect of being his to command totally.

Alan left me soon afterwards. Left me alone with my fantasies and my still hot pussy. I lay on my back in the middle of my living room. I opened my legs wide and ran my fingers down to the lips of my pussy, which was leaking his cum. I worked my fingers into my hot slit, savouring the slickness there from his juices. I pulled my fingers out and brought them slowly to my lips. I could smell his jism on my fingers and slowly and deliberately I slipped them into my mouth. I loved the taste of him. I ran my tongue over my fingers sucking his taste into my mouth. Then I ran my fingers back into my pussy and continued sucking his juices into my mouth over and over again. I brought myself to a beautiful, delicate orgasm and as the warmth of it spread over me I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what lay in store.

As the feelings subsided, I made my way to the bathroom where I immersed myself in a deliciously warm shower. I lathered myself all over, wishing that Alan, (and anyone else !), were there to watch.

After my shower, I got dressed, made myself a meal and sat down to do my marking for the evening. After about 45 minutes the phone rang. It was John. For a few short minutes I forgot about my on-going debauchery. I was no longer Alan's bitch in heat, but once again John's loving partner. We talked about our day - obviously I sanitised mine - and were engaged in general chit-chat when Alan walked into the room. He didn't knock or wait to be invited in, he just calmly walked into the living room whilst I was in mid-conversation with John, who was still half a world away, and stood there, listening intently.

It didn't take him long to work out who I was talking to, largely because I made liberal use of John's name! This was my way of warning Alan not to say or do anything explicit. I should have known better! Whilst I was still talking to John, he motioned me to stand up. Naturally, I did so at once, I was now so given over to him. As I stood there speaking to John in Australia, Alan started to open the buttons on the denim shirt I was wearing. One by one he opened them all, until my shirt was completely open. He then deliberately pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me wearing a bra and a pair of jeans. He then un-hooked my bra and pulled it away from my body, leaving my breasts exposed. I continued to chat away to John as if nothing untoward was happening, but my heart had begun to beat more rapidly.

Then Alan reached for the zip of my jeans. My nipples hardened as I felt it slowly descend. I didn't trust myself to watch as Alan slowly stripped me, and so I only had the vibrations from the zip to rely on. I felt the zip reach its' end, and could also feel a thrill of adrenalin coursing though my body. This was as close as I'd ever felt to being discovered by John. Here I was, chatting away about nothing in particular to him on the other side of the world, whilst his erstwhile best friend undressed me with delicious deliberation.

The button of my jeans was next. I felt the waistband of my jeans give as Alan released it. As I desperately treid not to react, not to give John any inclination of what was going on. I felt Alan gently tugging on my jeans , and felt them start to descend. They reached my knees before Alan motioned for me to sit down. Then he grabbed hold of the end of each leg and pulled them from me completely. I was told to stand again and instantly obeyed, my heart beating wildy. This felt dangerous. Even though John was 12,000 miles away, it was like he was almost in the room with us. I stood before Alan, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton knickers. I continued to talk to John about nothing at all - what was on TV that night, what was happening in the news, when he would be returning to the UK, even the bloody football scores. All the time Alan walked around me, assessing me, appraising me. He cupped my right breast, ran his thumb over the very tip of my nipple making it stand proud, almost causing me to gasp out loud. He let his hand brush against the cheeks of my bottom. I instinctively pushed my hips back towards him, willing him to caress my pert little bum.

Then he stood in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes and reached out with both hands. I knew what was coming next, and braced myself for it. He placed his hands on my hips, and let them rest there. Then he motioned for me to do the rest. I indicated to him that I wanted him to hold the phone for me, which he did, and then I pushed my knickers down my thighs, past my knees and down to my ankles. I kicked them away and stood there, stark naked. I took back the phone and continued to talk to John while Alan looked me up and down. He walked round me again, almost as if he were surveying his property, which in a way I suppose he was. His palms stroked my naked bum, he ran his fingertips across the sides of my breasts, then teased and tweaked my nipples making them hard.

Finally, the moment I secretly dreaded. His long cool fingers, which had brought me to so many intense orgasms, began to stroke the inside of my thighs. I tried to resist him, clamping my legs together and trying to move away, but eventually I had to admit defeat. I stood with my legs apart, letting him caress my lips, stroke my most secret place. His fingers prised apart the lips of my pussy, found the hot, moist entrance to my love tunnel, and began to tease.

He inserted the very tip of his middle finger into my hot hole. I tried to get more into me, but he pulled back causing me to push my hips forward. Still he withdrew, teasing me maddeningly. He ran the tip of his fingernail along the tip of my pussy lips sending jangling electric impulses through my body. I was still trying to communicate with John. It was maddening. He suddenly ducked his head down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the auriola and making it harden almost painfully. I don't know how I prevented myself from crying out, because the ecstacy of it all was becoming too much to bear.

John was saying something, something about a summer holiday when he got back to the UK, but I was starting to lose concentration. I was unable to take in what he was saying. Finally, the door bell came to my rescue. The famliar ringing transmitted itself down the phone line, giving me a plausible excuse for ending my phone call to John. I hung up the phone with a feeling of desperate relief.

"Now who the fuck can that be?", Alan said, clearly irritated by the interruption.

I was more relieved than I could say - this had been a close one. "I'll find out". I said. I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my dressing gown, pulling it on and fastening it as I ran down the stairs to the front door of the flat. I reached the door and opened it to find Neil standing there. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the evening with Alan, when he had virtually raped my tight bottom, and I was unsure of my feelings towards him. I felt a thrill of excitement, and a little fear, course through my body at the sight of him. There was something dangerous about Neil. Alan wanted to control me mentally, but with Neil I felt like just a piece of meat. I felt that the more physical humiliation he put me through, the more he would like it.

"Hello, tight arse!, how've you been?", he belowed in a voice loud enough to turn heads. "How's that tight little fanny. Have you been keeping it warm for me?" I grabbed him by the coat sleeve and dragged him into the entrance hall, slamming the door behind him.

"OK, girl, don't get over excited", he said, smiling. "Let's see if you're as tasty as I remember shall we? Open up and let me have a look at you." I untied the belt of my dressing gown and held it open. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking it all in. He reached out and roughly mauled my breasts, pressing them together. Then he took hold of both my nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull them. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable and soon had me squirming around trying to ease the pressure on them. "Oh yes!, very nice indeed." He breathed, as his hands swept over my breasts once more, my nipples now hard and puckered. Without a moment's hesitation he thrust his hand between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Without thinking, I automatically opened them to allow him access. His fat fingers probed my pussy lips. I was still wet from Alan's attentions a few minutes earlier and he quickly found this out as he slipped first one, and then a second finger inside me and began to finger fuck me roughly. His thumb found the base of my clit and began to press, causing it to protrude from under its' hood. My breathing began to quicken as I responded to his fingers, my breasts rising and falling as I did so. I began to move my hips in time to his fingers.

"Nice to know you haven't forgotten me, tight arse. Ready for some fun are we?"

I was unable to reply as the waves of pleasure ran through me. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sniffed at them. "Lick them clean.", he ordered. I took hold of his hand and guided his fingers into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around them, as I had done with his cock, and sucked all of my juices from his fingers. When I'd finished he made me take off my dressing gown walk stark naked in front of him, up to my living room where Alan waited. All the way up the stairs I could feel his eyes staring into my naked bottom. I took a couple of opportunities to stumble and fall forward, giving him a view of my pussy as I did so. When we reached my living room Neil said "She's hot to trot tonight Al, what's been going on then?"

Alan then told him the story of the day's events. My journey to school, my encounters with the fourth and fifth years, the Head Master, my journey home and finally, my conversation with John.

"What a dirty litle bitch you are, aren't you?", he said, looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. I hung my head and said nothing. This wasn't good enough for Neil. "I said, you're a dirty little bitch aren't you?", he barked.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"What? Speak up you tart."

"Yes.", I said, "I am a dirty little bitch Neil".

He moved towards me, finally standing just a few inches in front of me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, could smell his body odour. He reached out slowly, almost in slow motion I watched him reach out for my nipples. He grabbed both of them and squeezed. The pain was incredible, and then he stared to twist them. I grabbed his wrists and stood on tip-toe to relieve the pain, but he was far stronger than me and I was reduced to squealing and wimpering, begging him to stop.

"Ask me to smack your fat arse and I might let go"., he yelled.

"Oh, God. Please Neil, please smack my arse. I deserve it. Please Neil. Please smack me."

"And what then you dirty little slag? Tell me why I should spank you red raw?"

My brain was clouded in a fog of pain, but part of me was enjoying my discomfort. I was enjoying this abuse. I craved the punishment Neil was so intent on dispensing.

"You should smack my bare bottom because I'm a rude and dirty girl. I've been rude and naughty all day. I've played with myself in the car on the way to work, I've prick teased a group of innocent young boys and I've shown my knickers to the Head Master. I sucked Alan off in the classroom at lunch time and after he had shagged me this evening, I fingered myself until I came. Then I let him strip me and finger me while I talked to John. I'm a dirty little slag Neil. I'm so sorry. Please punish me, the way I deserve. Please Neil. Make me pay for being so naughty. I deserve it. Please Neil. I'm really sorry, I'll do anything you say to make amends. Oh, please Neil. Please Neil. Please.......

He still had hold of my nipples. I was still on tip-toe. Pain was radiating from my breasts, but heat was emanating from my loins. I wanted to be abused. I was enjoying the pain. I wanted more. Neil was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Without relaxing his grip on my tender nipples he asked, "So what if I do smack your arse as you deserve. What do I get for teaching you a lesson you deserve?"

"Anything," I breathed, really meaning it. "Neil, I would do anything, I promise."

"Is that right?" he said, a menacing look on his face. He gave my nipples an extra twist, making me stand on tip-toes even higher.

"Yes, Oh God, yes. Anything" I said. I was totally in his power, no one else existed, not even Alan. He was twisting my nipples and at the same time pulling me closer to him. We were almost face to face.

"Alan tells me you don't like it up the arse.", he said.

"I, er, well I , er......"

"You'll take it up the shitter any time I say from now on, right? Whether it's me, Alan or anyone else. If I say they can give it to you up the arse, that's good enough, right?"

I began to sob, "No! I wont do that again. It hurt so much. Please don't make me do that again. I'll do anything else you say, anything, only please Neil, don't do that to me again. I'm begging you Neil. Please." I know I had told Alan no more anal stuff, but he had never forced his cock into my bottom. Neil had, and I was truly scared that he was about to do it again.

I saw him hesitate for a moment, and then he said "Right. let's talk this through shall we? You say you don't want it up the arse, but you've said you don't want so many things that you enjoy now, haven't you? A couple of minutes ago I told you to show me everything you've got and you did, without hesitation. Then I stuck a couple of fingers up your cunt and you loved it didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" he yelled.

"Yes!", I cried out. I could feel a throbbing in my loins. I was fantasically turned on. Neil was still twisting my nipples. An intense pain was radiating from them which seemed to be directly connected to my aching slit. I could feel my clit throbbing. I stood there, stark naked, with Alan watching, while Neil pinched and twisted my nipples, feeling more aroused than I can describe.

"So all of these things you would never have done in your boring, tight arsed, feminist life, you will do now whenever I tell you. Is that right?"

"Yes.", I sobbed. I was too turned on to argue with him.

"So, what makes you think you wont enjoy being made to take it up the arse?", he said, sneering at me. "Face facts love, you enjoy being made to do the very things you complain about. You've had every chance to opt out of this, but you still keep coming back for more. Admit it. You love being made to do whatever me or Alan say. In fact, we don't make you. We just say so, and you do it. It's just what you want really isn't it?"

My head was spinning. The pain in my breasts was clouding my brain, but that was nothing to the aching in my burning pussy. I felt humiliated beyond belief, and I was loving every minute of it. I had been telling myself all day that I would surrender myself to Alan completely. Now came the time when I realy had to surrender myself to Neil as well, or face the end of the game.

"I'm sorry Neil.", I said, tears running down my cheeks. "I'm really sorry for complaining. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, because that's what I like. I wont complain again, I promise. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it, I promise."

I felt a strange feeling of relief at this. Almost as though I'd been fighting my innermost instincts. And now I was free. Free to do whatever Alan and Neil told me to do.

"Right then. Now we've got that straight, here's what you're going to do. You're going to suck me until I'm good and hard, and then you're going to squat over me and push my prick up your arse. Then you're going to arse fuck me until I shoot my load up your arse. Any problems with that, tight arse?" He spoke as if it were the most matter-of-fact thing in the world. I knew what I was going to say.

"No Neil, I don't have a problem with that. Do you want me to start now?"

"No. Get me a beer first. And get Alan one too. You'll be staying to watch Al, wont you?"

Alan nodded, the familiar smile back on his face.

Obediently, I went to the kitchen and got them both a beer out of the fridge. Having opened the cans and handed them to them both I knelt in front of Neil and began to open his jeans. He raised his buttocks do I could pull down his jeans and boxer shorts to below his knees, and then I started work on his shaft. It lay there, limp and flacid. I took it into my mouth and began to suck and wank it into my mouth. I felt it begin to swell and grow, and I contiued to work on it in the way I knew he liked until it was strong and stiff. I was still surprised at the size and thickness of it, and remembered how it had felt when he had forced it up my bottom the last time. This time I would be pushing it in there myself. The thought made me tense and nervous, but the thrill of excitement was till there.

After about five minutes of sucking on his hardening member, I looked over at Alan and he handed me a tube of lubricant gel. I took it hesitantly, and squeezed a small amount onto my fingers. The two of them watched intently as I smeared the gel onto, and into my bum hole. I inserted first one, and then two fingers into my tight hole, smearing the gel inside and out. Then I turned my back to Neil, squatted over him and began to lower myself onto his knob. I grasped hold of his shaft with one hand and steered myself down onto it.

I positioned the head of his shaft at the entrance to my bottom, drew a deep breath, and began to descend onto him. I felt the muscle gradually give way, heard him groan with pleasure, and then felt him gradually filling up my bowells. I was breathing deeply, trying to stay relaxed. I began to bob up and down on his member, each time getting lower and lower, pushing him deeper and deeper into me. I could feel his hot breath on my back, and knew that he was enjoying himself. I rested my hands on his thighs to give me support, and began to increase the pace. I began to move my hips back and forth to increase his pleasure. I was beginning to enjoy myself as I impalled my bottom onto his over-size organ, I was relishing in the total surrender to him and the complete wantonness of my behaviour.

Suddenly, Alan appeared in front of me. He knelt in front of me and reached out towards my pussy. Then he began to stroke my pussy lips, pushing them apart, spreading them. Hot waves of pleasure began to wash over me. Alan had found my clit. Was running his finger aroung it in tiny circles. My brain was confused, my heart pounding. I sighed, and sank down fully onto Neil's Shaft, now deep in my bottom. The pain and the pleasure mingled inseperably. I continued to move up and down on Neil's shaft with increasing urgency as Alan continued to tease and flick my hard little button. Then I felt Neil twitch and begin to shoot hot jism into my bottom. I clamped my legs together onto Alan's hand and came again.

I was lost in my own little world. Waves of pleasure were radiating through my body as my orgasm subsided. I could feel my nipples throbbing with both pain and pleasure, and I could still feel my tight little hole gripping Neil's now shrinking member. I slid to the floor and lay there trying to catch my breath, enjoying the fading embers of pleasure. Neil's voice brought me back to the real world.

"Lick it clean.", he commanded. I was disgusted. His flacid organ had obvious signs of where it had just been. I hesitated for a moment. Could I do this? What he was telling me to do made my stomach lurch. And yet, even as I thought this I was moving onto my knees. I moved between his legs and bowed my head into his lap. I took hold of his cock, closed my eyes and silpped his purple head into my mouth. I knew what I was tasting. Mingled in with the taste of his jism and the lubricating gell was a different taste. It was bitter. I could smell my own faeces, taste it. I looked up at Neil. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely. I continued to lick around his cock until the taste had gone. As I did so he began to swell again. God!, was he never satisfied?

"Enjoying yourself?" He said, a broad grin on his face. I nodded, sucking harder on his glans. The truth was, I was enjoying every sordid minute of it. It seemed that nothing was too much for me now. I would do anything, and enjoy doing it. I was never more than a minute or two from full arousal these days, and I was loving every minute of it.

"Stand up, Alison." Neil ordered.

I stood and looked at him.

"Hands on head, like the naughty girl you are." I obeyed instantly.

He stood, pulled up his jeans over his half erect member and fastened them. Curiously, I felt disappointed. Was that it for the evening then?

"I think you should be punished for being so disgustingly randy. How cheap can you get? Letting Alan strip and finger you while you talked nonsense to poor old John, half a world away." (I couldn't help but marvel at this - he'd had great fun laughing at John while he used me like a peice of meat. I could see the way this was going, and my heart began to beat faster in response.)

I hung my head in apparent shame.

"Don't you think you should be punished?"

"Yes Neil, I mean, if you think so Neil." I stammered in my most contrite voice.

"Right!", he barked. "Marching on the spot. Begin."

Feeling more than a little strange, I began to march on the spot. "Faster. And get those knees up higher. HIGHER". He yelled. I frantically pushed my knees as high as I could. He stood there, watching, smirking. Alan sat back in his chair with the familiar smile on his face. After a minute or so, I was breathing heavily, but I kept going.

"You're going to keep marching until I tell you to stop. And while you march, I'm going to punish you. Understand?"

"Yes Neil." I panted.

And then he began to rain smacks on my bare bottom. I squealed with each blow, and soon he began to hit the back of my legs. My backside felt like it was on fire. Still he kept on, still I kept marching. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. The blows stopped for a second, but I continued to march. Then my eyes shot open with pure shock. Neil had begun to slap my breasts! The sudden pain collided head on with the pleasure mounting in my pussy and I almost came on the spot. Instead I let out a piercing scream. Another slap. I groaned. Then another, and another. I was sobbing now with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Stop!", Neil commanded.

I stood motionless, tears running down my face, my breaths coming in ragged sobs, making my breasts heave. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

Neil stood in front of me, a sly grin on his face. He ran his hands over my belly, down towards my pussy lips. "Now what do you think I'll find down here now?", he chuckled to himself. Alan laughed too. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. To think of all I had done to them, for them, and I was still embarrassed at them knowing how much I enjoyed being punished. His fingers reached the top of my pussy lips. I held my breath. He ran the tip of a finger along the lips, I opened my legs further to allow him access. He lifted the finger to his nose and sniffed. I could see it wet from my juices. He put his hand back between my legs and spread my lips with his index and third fingers, and then began to stroke between them with his middle finger.

I groaned out loud, and realised that I was no longer just resting my hands on my head, my fingers were entwined in my hair, gripping tightly. His finger slowly penetrated me, slipping effortlessly into my sopping tunnel. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. And then he withdrew his finger and ran it along my pussy until he reached my clit. My little button was now hard and errect. The moment his finger touched the sensitive tip I began to groan and moan. My fingers gripped my hair still tighter and I began to move my pelvis back and forward. Neil didn't move at all, he just left his hand there and let me gyrate on his fingers.

"Would you like to come now Alison?", he murmered.

"Oh, God Yes!" I almost screamed. "Please Neil. Please let me come."

"You mean you want to bring yourself off, right now. On my hand. In front of Alan. Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Oh Yes. Oh Please Neil."

He paused for a moment. I continued to rub his finger over my clit.

"OK, Alison. You can come now." He grinned. And of course, I did. I screamed, I moaned. I sobbed, and I came, massively.

I fell to my knees, my breath coming in ragged gasps, sobs racking my entire body. After what seemed like hours, my breathing returned to something like normal.

"Stand up, Alison." Neil commanded.

I slowly got to my feet and stood in front of him. I was nervous about what he would do next. He turned to Alan, who was watching from the comfort of an arm chair.

"Have you told her about the weekend yet Al?"

"No. I was going to keep it as a surprise. See how she took it."

"What do you mean about the weekend?", I stammered. "I thought you were inviting the boys over for a 'party'".

"Oh we are, don't worry about that. You're going to get shaged stupid this weekend, tight arse! But we thought it was time to have a bit more fun with you first. You're going to come out to the pub with us all first, and you're going to be very friendly, all night. Got that?"

"What do I have to do?" I asked, my heart beating madly. There was no telling what this sadistic bastard would put me through.

"Anything we say! And when I say 'we' I mean all of us, not just Alan and me. Andy, Richie, Paul, Steve, they'll all be there, and as a special treat Keith will be there, and he's bringing Lin."

"Lin!", I yelled. "You mean she knows all about this?"

"Absolutely!" Neil was grinning all over his face. "I had a drink with Keith and Lin last night and filled them in on all the details. 'Course, Keith knew most of it, like the rest of the lads, but Lin Knew nothing. She was very surprised to say the least, but when I asked her if she fancied joining in and giving you a bit of stick herself, she was well up for it!"

I was shocked. For a moment I had imagined both Lin and me servicing the boys. Now it was clear to me that she would be dishing it out with the others, and I wasn't happy about it at all. It was one thing to be humiliated by a bunch of men, it was something else to suffer at the hands of another woman.

I tried to get off the hook. "Look, Neil, I don't think I want to do this. I don't think I can do this. i never imagined another woman involved. This changes things. I don't think I can...." I trailed off. Already the thought of being humiliated so totally had caught my imagination. Neil looked at me, still grinning. He had guessed what I was thinking.

"I bet if I felt your pussy now, you'd be wet!" He said. "I bet you'll love it, cos you are a dirty little bitch aren't you? If you are really good, I might let you lick Lin out while we all watch. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"I've never been with a woman." I said quietly. "Please don't make me, Neil. Alan, please don't let him make me do this. Please Alan."

Alan shook his head. "You'll do it, because you want to really. You can't get enough of this. Believe me, licking Lin out on Friday is the least of your worries. You don't know what else we've got in mind yet!" And they both began to laugh.

I started to ask what he meant, but they both turned away from me, and left the room, heading for Alan's flat upstaris. Before they left Neil turned to me, winked, and said "See you Friday then!"

I sank into a chair, and tried to gather my thoughts. I knew I couldn't refuse. I knew I didn't want out yet. I was theirs to command.