Spanish Donkey

Friday

“Are all of you stupid or what” shouted Miss Wolfensohn just after coming into her classroom. She wildly threw their examination on her desk.

For a moment a deadly silence reigned in the room. The teens dared not even to move, holding their eyes down not to look at their History teacher, though there was a lot to look at.

Vanessa Wolfensohn was a 35 old pretty, really pretty woman. Usually she dressed in jeans and sneakers highlighting her round ass and her long legs. She wore short black hair; a perfect frame for a doll-like face like hers.

“An examination is to show what you've learned” she went on shouting “and this one just proves you've learned nothing, absolutely nothing, cero knowledge Kelvin”

She stopped a moment and scanned the classroom. “Kevin, please, can you explain us where The Spanish Inquisition took place?” but before poor Kevin could open his mouth she went on raising her voice again “…because it was not, as you wrote in your exam in MEXICO or somewhere nearby.” He was ashamed but nobody was laughing. “It was in Spain , that's why it's called The Spanish Inquisition.

After a moment of silence she went on.

“Andrew, the Spanish Donkey is not and I read literally: ‘An indigenous specimen of donkeys, more stubborn and smaller preferred by Witches..' We have been studying for two weeks the different torture devices and a Spanish Donkey is a wooden device with a small edge where the Inquisitors sat stubborn Witches to make them confess.

Vanessa was getting more infuriated with every word she spoke and she was losing her touch throwing the exams through the classroom. Finally she left, slamming the door, and went to talk to the director Mr. Michael Milwaukee, known as double M or MM.

Double M was a business freak. He was the owner and director of the School, of the local newspaper, of the city's only department store, to just mention the legal ones. His daughter was the Judge here and his son the actual police director.

He had opened this exclusively high-society targeted school just for money; his pedagogical interest equaled cero. And the student's parents were more interested in the degrees than in the knowledge their kids were getting. They paid for the degrees and they paid well, very well.

When Miss Wolfensohn stormed into his office he did not listen to her till she said she had called stupid his customers she had even menaced with expelling them. That was too much.

“Miss Wolfensohn” he started “please, have a seat and let's analyze what happened and why” His voice was too firm to disagree. “You are blaming the kids for a lack of knowledge, but I think I hired you to make up for this lack and if the lack is still there, perhaps it's not the kids fault.” After a pause he went on “Maybe YOU WERE RIGHT AND we'll need to fire somebody …”

He went on talking but Vanessa was getting quiet, each time more quiet. She knew her salary was four or five times a normal teacher salary and she bought her house and came to this village with her two little daughters just because of this salary. Now she couldn't risk loosing it. Her ex-husband would claim her babies.

“I'm not saying it's only your fault, Vanessa” he said patting her left thigh, “but perhaps the whole approach is too theoretical. Look, Miss Gunn and Miss Weisberg have also subscribed to the new DITS (dynamical interactive teaching system) and I think you too should subscribe” and patting again her thigh, this time higher, he smiled before standing up and sitting again on his chair.

MM produced 10 or 12 fully written papers and handed them over to Vanessa. She was still a little bit shocked by him touching her leg but she started reading.

“Are you signing it or am I going to sign another kind of document, Ms Wolfensohn?” MM sternly asked when she was just starting and had only read the first lines. Hastily she undersigned and left his office.

In the teacher's room she learned that not only Emily (Gunn) and Amanda (Weisberg) had signed up for the new teaching system. The whole female staff was in the same situation and of course the argument was monothematic. The worst was that none of them had a copy of the signed document; they felt helpless.

Their male colleagues weren't worried at all and joked about it.

“Perhaps he got himself a droit de seigneur “ somebody kidded not knowing how close he was.

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Monday

“I know double M has had a meeting with your parents last Saturday…” she started and went mute. There, in the midst of her classroom was a Spanish Donkey or at least a well done imitation.

It was Andrew who spoke first. “Miss Wolfensohn, my dad explained me the DITS and on Saturday afternoon we went together to buy this Spanish Donkey and I hope you will now practically explain us how it works.” Whilst talking he showed her a copy of the document and she realized the whole class had one.

“Andrew this is a torture device and I think nobody will volunteer to be put on it” Vanessa said in a soft voice. She felt unease with the class having a document she does not know what was written in. She knew she had to be careful.

“But Miss Wolfensohn” intervened Martina “here is clearly written that the teacher will always be available for any practical lesson” and she read” not fulfilling with this part of her duties can lead to dismissal and even to legal actions”

The whole class sat in silence looking at her.

Vanessa went red. “Ok” she finally managed to say.

Trying to keep a professional voice she put one leg over the device and started explaining.

“The Witch or woman to be tortured had to sit on the edge like this…”

Even through her jeans and with free hands she could feel the devilishness of that instrument. She had to tiptoe not to hurt herself.

“But dressed and without anybody forcing her?” asked Marc “I remember you told us the Witch was tied, gagged and stripped ...”

“Yes, indeed, in those times, but we are not trying to emulate them but just learning what happened …”

“I think a little bit of realism wouldn't hurt a bit and we all would profit from it. “MM's voice came from the door.

Vanessa went white. She felt trapped. What the devil are they trying to do?

Strip her? Rape…? Torture her?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Double M's next comment: “We'll need two strong boys to act as Inquisitors. Any Volunteer to help our Witch?

The whole class raised hands, even the girls. “You see, Vanessa, how to get enthusiasm into your boring stuff “

“Andrew and ….Marc come down please.” Both boys were positioned next to their teacher. Miss Wolfensohn's arms started to get tired of holding her weight and tiptoeing wasn't a solution either when she heard Double M instructing the boys to take her arms and fold them behind her. Then a click informed her she had been cuffed. Immediately she frenziedly tried to get the cuffs off. The cuffs stayed.

The class was amused by the spectacle of her History teacher tiptoeing over that Spanish Donkey and hysterically moving her upper body trying to get her arms back.

“Miss Wolfensohn, please,” Double M's said “keep professional and let us go over with it”

Vanessa was angry even more angry than afraid and looking direct into MM's eyes she answered:

“Mr. Milwaukee I demand to put a stop to this immediately or…ouchhhhmmmmm”

Whatever she was going to say remained unexpressed. Double M, in a speed movement, had first hit her into the stomach and than shoved a big red ball into her open mouth. After attaching it to her head and asking his assistants to hold the Witch firmly he started the explanation.

“The Spanish Donkey hurts the female's most intimate flesh and the longer she is kept on it the more it hurts. Here our model is still dressed and tiptoeing and the pressure is as good as nonexistent but nevertheless she looks hurting.”

“I hope that by the end of the day she will be naked…” MM smiled and the whole class smiled with him.

“You will strip for us, don't you” he mockingly asked.

She fiercely looked at him and shook her head in a clear NO.

“Remember that lesson” he said loudly to the class “it was used to soften up stubborn witches”

Vanessa was deeply humiliated and hurting. The edge was cutting into her slit and her calves were burning.

“Andrew, can you tell me if the Spanish Donkey is working right now?”

Andrew didn't understand the question.

“Andrew you've to make sure the edge is hurting her cunt and mute as she is the only way is by feeling it up” Double M explained

“Go ahead, inspect manually the referred part and tell us what you feel.”

Miss Wolfensohn couldn't belief her ears. Her director had just ordered a student to touch her sex and he had called it cunt. Once again she started fighting but had no chance, cuffed and being hold by two eager, perhaps too eager, strong boys.

Holding his History Teacher with the left hand he put the right one on the front of her trousers and slowly slipped it down. Soon his middle finger reached her slit and shortly afterwards he had her whole cunt in his hand.”

Andrew's erection was clearly visible but he didn't care, his dream was coming true he was feeling up this bitch and the director himself was supporting him.

Toying with his teacher's cunt he started explaining that it seemed that the edge was cutting in, but he couldn't be sure. That he felt the pressure on his back hand and her moist cunt trough her jeans but he was unable to tell if she was hurting or enjoying.

Marc was taking advantage of the situation and fondled her breasts. There, without being told, he cupped and kneaded her tits and the whole class cheered.

Vanessa wanted to die… or to kill somebody. She was a woman and not a piece of meat, for god sake STOP. Nobody stopped.

“What do you suggest we should do with our Witch to get sure?” Asked Mr. Milwaukee caressing Vanessa's round ass.

This was outrageous. First a student was massaging her cunt in front of her whole class, than her bosom being kneaded and now her director was freely touching her bum.

“AAAaaaaaiiiiiihhhhhhh” The howl paralyzed the whole class.; but if the students stopped listening curious to know what's happening, Miss Wolfensohn understood it more as a bad omen for her own future.

“Let's see what's happening over there” It was MM who spoke, “but first we've to fix our witch, we don't want her to escape, do we?”

It was again Andrew who turned out to have some cords; they attached her cuffed hands to the donkey's bar and her ankles together trapping the devilish bar between her legs. Without further ado the whole class left the classroom in order to find the howling source.

Vanessa waited for them to leave and began struggling against her bonds; useless. She started to sweat perhaps ‘cause of the effort, but mostly because of her hurting cunt. And it was getting worse. The wooden edge seemed to grow and sharpen with each minute and her sensitive loins were receiving the full impact of her weight as her calf muscles started to fail. The pain grew and grew and after only ten minutes she was sure her cunt was ruined forever; ‘please' she started to scream inside her head; ‘please, help me' ‘ahh' ‘I can't take anymore, pleeease'.

Emily's fate wasn't any better. This pretty, blond, 24 year old, Biology teacher had been the shriek's author. They had been studying the human nervous system and now her students were testing hers to the bounds and beyond.

Well instructed by their parents they came fully equipped to school: nails, needles, cords, rings, whips, collars were in bags supposed to bring pencils, erasers, sharpeners and notebooks. Today they were going to interact with the human nervous system.

Miss Gunn's first surprise was when sitting down. A thumbtack was waiting for her. It easily went through her dress and panties to viciously prickle her ass.

With an ‘ouch' she jump up. The class laughed. Angrily she looked at her class and started to search the responsible to punish him; but the class told her they wanted an interactive class, they wanted to see the HNS (human nervous system) working and that she was to sit again on the thumbtack and start her class. After a verbal cut and thrust (and the hidden menace of her contract) she disbelieving sat down on the thumbtack. She tried not to show her pain.

The class enjoyed their victory: Miss Emily Gunn was giving her class sitting on a thumbtack.

“How does it feel to have a pin in the ass?” asked a male student.

“It hurts awfully”

“Do you enjoy it?” A female student who wanted to know, this time

“No, of course not” retorted Emily getting angry.

“But your nipples are erect” came another comment

"Are they sensitive?"

"I would like to see what happens if I touch them"

"Or pinch them"

"We can put a needle through them” “no, better through her clit..."

The comments rained down and she was getting very unease. When some students stood up from their desks Emily tried to flee, but they cached her at the door. Immediately they tied her hands behind and soon after she wore a dog collar and a chain to control her.

Hands were everywhere and she couldn't fend them off.

They cupped her tits from behind and massaged them. Other hands squeezed her sweet ass. Soon hands were under her dress and fingers inside her panties.

“Lets strip her” and in less then in took to say it Miss Emily Gunn was standing naked but for her boots; tied and collared in her classroom. Gunter, the class leader, took her chain and led her to her table.

Emily felt horrible. She knew she had a nice body and was proud of it, but right now her prettiness was working against her. She instinctively knew that the more her students were teased the more she would suffer. And showing her rather prominent, naked cunt through its spare blond pubic hair was no exactly helping to calm everyone down.

“Lie on it and spread your legs we want to interact with the most sensitive parts of your system”

“No, let me alone I'm going to …ssssssssiip…. AAAaaaaaiiiiiihhhhhhh”

Gunter had hit her with a cane; a thin one, and he's a strong fellow.

To his grinning classmates he explained: The HNS works in the following way. First it informs the brain of any perception and it's the brain to process if this perception is pleasant or displeasing. If the perception is pleasant the brain longs for a repetition if not it tries to avoid the stimulus. “Am I right Miss Gunn?”

“……..”

“Do you prefer another hit with the cane or a soft fondling of your privates” he said whilst cupping her cunt with his hand.

“No, please, not………sssiip….Auuch” This time he hit weaker but the taming of their teacher was cheering the students up.

“Do you prefer another hit with the cane or a soft fondling of your privates”

“…touch me..” came a low answer. It raised applause.

Gunter thoroughly fondled her cunt. Her soft and wet parts appealed to him and after some heavy massage she was unknowingly opening her legs to grant better access.

“Come on, Miss Gunn, show us some of your brains and climb on your table” shouted a female voice followed by other asking her to show not only her brains.

To worsen things she was getting aroused by this Kafka like situation and Gunter's groping hand. Gunter tugged at her chain and she climbed her table like an obedient dog. The spectacle was heavenly. Between her round and firm cheeks her moist slit was clearly visible.

When Mr. Milwaukee and his troop entered the classroom they found a naked Miss Gunn on her fours on the desk getting a thoroughly fondling by uncountable hands.

Two hours later all of them returned with a bare Miss Gunn walking on all fours collared and chained to find an openly crying and near to insaneness Vanessa.

She had been fighting the devilish edge with all her spirit but to no avail. The edge steadily went on cutting her cunt into pieces. After only thirty minutes she gave up, she surrendered, she couldn't take any more, but there was no other place to go and nothing else to do than to stay and suffer. The minutes passed slowly for Vanessa, painfully slowly.

It was double M's strong voice asking her if she had soften up what woke her from her coma-like condition. “Or should I say ‘tenderized'?”

They freed her and took her gag out.

Gone was all her fierceness, all her spirit. She only whimpered “please, please, no more” with no fight mood in her eyes. Even when she saw her friend and colleague in her present state she showed no other emotion. And Emily's condition was to show emotion.

After making Emily climb on the desk they've started to interact with her nervous system. The most interesting parts were her cunt and tits. They probed, touched, finger fucked and made her squirm, moan, groan and cum, repeatedly cum. Nobody knows the humiliation a grown woman suffers when she is made to cum against her will and in public; and they made her cum often. She was a healthy young woman and all this ministrations added to the eroticism of her humiliation aroused her . She came and they yowled, they elongated her sex lips and viciously pinch her clit just to hear her cry and moan; they massaged and squeezed her tits till she was whimpering. Despite her efforts she reached one after another public and degrating climax.

Double M commented that the boys were clearly interested in producing positive feelings whilst the girls seemed more curious about the outcome of negative ones.

He organized two groups: One dedicated to produce sexual/positive feelings with a majority of boys; the other one dedicated to provoke displeasing ones counting with more girls. He asked to observe how the subject was dealing with both at the same time.

Gunter was the first in fucking her. If on Sunday somebody had told Emily she was going to have sexual intercourse with one of her students she would have slapped him and hard.

And now she was being fucked in front of thirty or more teenagers. Not only in front of, but by ‘cause after Gunter another boy took his place and then another one, and another.

Martina passed a needle through her left nipple and she shrieked like a stuck pig; boosting the general spirit. Bobby, who was just fucking her at that moment, commented how her cunt had squeezed his cock when she was shrieking. He described it as an awesome experience not to be missed. Martina waited for the next boy to fuck her before piercing her right one.

Poor Emily was in agony.

Even knowing how awful the hurt was didn't help to overcome it better. Again she howled and again they loved it, specially the fucking boy. With needles in both her nipples the girls looked for other sensitive places. Audrey hit a needle into Miss Gunn's tongue and to judge from the way she squirmed the place was right.

Double M suggested to ring the pierced parts, a very welcome suggestion.

“Emily, stand up and explain the benefits of the DITS to your colleague”

Miss Gunn obeyed and offered her friend a full frontal view of her abused body. Her nipples, tongue, nostrils and clit had been ringed. She looked dehumanized, an animal ready to take any abuse.

Vanessa looked at her but was still to shocked by her own nightmare to realize that this naked and mistreated body belonged to her colleague and friend, not to a war prisoner or slave.

“Vanessa, will you strip now for us or do you prefer to enjoy our Spanish Donkey, perhaps for the rest of the day?” It was not MM voice, but the horrifying meaning what made Miss Wolfensohn shiver and start again stammering “no, please, no more, no more, pleeease…”

Miss Wolfensohn stripped and underwent a heavy fondling and petting. Her students regained all their stamina in seconds seeing her proud teacher meekly obeying.

MM explained again the efficiency of the Spanish Donkey and how it works on stubborn … Bitches, he joked.

“Miss Wolfensohn, come here for me to poke in your cunt” And Vanessa went.

“Miss Wolfensohn, beg me to fuck your ass”

“Please, fuck my ass”

“ ..my whorish ass” she got corrected

“My whorish ass, please fuck my whorish ass”

Vanessa underwent every imaginable humiliation. She got fucked and did blowjobs, she practiced the 69 with Emily and both cum, to their utter humiliation.

Whilst being fucked they ordered Miss Wolfensohn to pierce her own nipple and after menacing with the Spanish Donkey she tried. She really tried. Begging and crying she jabbed a needle into her nipple once and again, but she did not succeed.

“No, please not again, OUCH it hurts, I cant, no please I obey you; I do everything, please no more donkey, OUCH, OUCH…

It was quite a sight seeing this former so conceited woman fucking herself up and down on a students cock and trying to prick a hole into her own nipple whilst begging and crying.

The girls, also affected by the class' sexual atmosphere, were openly rubbing themselves and they did not shy away when any mate touched them. Mister Milwaukee himself was openly fondling on their asses and between their legs enjoying his third blowjob from Emily.

After a whole day of torture and abuse a document was given to them.

“Sign it or ….Spanish donkey” were MM only words.

Vanessa read it and blushed. She couldn't sign this. How the devil could she come to school in tight miniskirts without underwear on public transport? How could she allow any liberty taken on her body disregarding by whom or where?

They are making her become a slut, a slave, a commodity…no she couldn't sign this.

She couldn't, but ….the Spanish Donkey.

Vanessa Wolfensohn undersigned her document.

The same as the rest of the professoriate of women faculty members now renamed as Harem.

The End

Shopping

Once the professoriate of women faculty members, now renamed as Harem, had undersigned the document, MM summoned the teachers to a meeting. It was to be held that very evening at 9 o'clock.

“I hope you'll choose the right attire to show up this night.” he had said “At M&M Department Stores I've given instructions to treat you in a special way if you tell them you're teacher at my school. There you'll find anything you may miss at home”. The implications of his words hit the female staff; the men just overheard it or vaguely thought about buying a new tie.

Double M wondered if also invite some parents to that extraordinary meeting. He wanted to set the rules for their little community and the more support he got from the very beginning, the better. His son and his daughter would for sure show up, just in case any of the stupid bitches tried to break out of newly implanted system. If there was a powerful enough bitch to spoil it this was Alexandra Silverstone.

Active feminist (believed to be lesbian) she had inherited a fortune; a fortune she used to defend the women rights wherever they seemed endangered. And, may be she might think, his newly set rules were endangering some of those rights.

Miss Amanda Weisberg left the school ground and drove directly to M&M. She parked in the parking lot and took the lift to the 3 rd floor. A little bit nervous and still shocked from the events of the day she asked for the sales manager. A very young guy, immaculately dressed in a pinstripe suit showed up and introduced himself as Boris Blair.

“Mr Blair I'm Miss Weisberg a teacher at Milwaukee 's school and I need some special clothing items for a meeting…” Her voice fainted each time more and was barely audible at the end.

Boris looked her up and down, slowly, as if memorizing her long white legs, her small waist, and her generous breast. When he made eye contact he did not smile but went on optically inspecting her. She blushed under his gaze. He noticed her blond long hair and her green eyes. ‘All in all she's a doll' he thought.

“Weisberg, you said?” he asked and putting his hands on her waist he guided her to a corner, more or less hidden by curtains and carpets. Before reaching the corner his hand was on her bum.

She tried to move away, unsuccessfully, then with her right arm she wanted to intercept his hand.

SMACK. Aaaahhh. “What the hell…” She had stopped and wanted to give this swine a piece of her mind.

“I think you've signed a contract” Silence.

The words froze her. His hand was now mauling her ass with no opposition. She looked at him in disbelieve.

“A contract with clear norms about rejecting advances” A vicious smile.

SMACK. “Come on bitch, let's dress you up” The hand slipped under her dress and guided her by her naked ass into the corner.

When Julia Carpenter reached the third floor there was a kind of commotion. A lot of people were gathered around cheering and laughing. She was in no mood to party but she joined the group to see…

To see Amanda Weisberg, near to tears, making a catwalk through a jungle of avid male hands. Amanda was displaying right then a French Maid costume; well, perhaps the designer got that order from a porno movie production. The way Miss Weisberg was dressed left very few to imagination. The top of the red laced corset did not cover but lift and show her breast and the bottom tapers to a point as if directing the looks to her blond and absolutely uncovered cunt. She also wore the perceptive white cap, long red gloves and black high heeled sandals.

Boris had forced her to walk slowly up und down displaying whatever he had put on her ‘to judge the effect' he had said. He also reminded her about the rejecting rule when the first customers got wind of it and a male hand tried luck on her ass.

It was difficult to judge which outfit was the most appreciated, but it was clear the customers prefer groping her nude cunt to feeling up her tits or slapping her ass. Seemingly a blond cunt is strongly attracting, much to Amanda's discomfort.

Amanda felt humiliated beyond limits. Here she was, almost naked, in a department store full of people, men, boys, even mothers with kids. And to worsen things she was permitting any liberty they wanted to take on her. And they wanted to take a lot. She was touched and groped if a piece of meat and not like a grown up woman to respect; a sexy healthy woman with FEELINGS. ‘Oh my god I'm going to cum again, she thought, when somebody cupped her cunt introducing two fingers into her slippery hole. Not able to walk like this, she fell against another man who profited to massage both her proud tits. Moaning she started cumming; in that very moment she made eye contact with Miss Carpenter.

“Juuullia eeeesss caaaaapp….” It's not easy to talk when over stimulated whilst having a big O. She wanted to indicate Julia to escape, to flee to leave the city, but all she did was tell Boris who she was.

“Julia? Julia Carpenter?” Boris asked checking a list. “I'm Boris Blair” he said offering his hand.

Julia was a self conscious woman in her late twenties. Brunette and slim she used to dress in tight pleated trousers. She spent a lot of time and money on her personal appearance; seeing the results, it was worth every penny.

Amanda stood nearby hold by many strong hands and fondled by everybody within reach. Judging by the groping hands it seemed incredible how many people managed to be in reach.

When Boris led Julia through Amanda's amateur catwalk a deep, silence came up. It was as if everybody had stopped activity to listen. Even the fingers in Amanda's cunt (three at that moment) and mouth (six !) hold still.

“We've got us another model” Boris happily announced loudly slapping Julia's full ass, and before Miss Carpenter could protest cause of his outrageous behaviour he announced “…with a signed contract allowing to take all kind of liberties upon her.”

Omar Silverstone was (once again) strolling along alone. With only 14 years he had went through a lot of hardship.

He lost his mother being still a baby. His father then took him and moved from their natal Egypt to the States in pursuit of the American dream. What he found, some years later, was a drunken truck driver who killed him on the spot. By then Omar was 7 y/o and his father were living with Alexandra Livingstone and her daughter Sandra (9 at that time). Alexandra, who legally adopted him, was a rich and powerful woman.

He felt that Alexandra had at all times tried to be fair with both her kids, and perhaps in her way she has been. The bicycles they got for Christmas or the money she spent on them was always equal, if Omar felt she had failed, it was because he never got the time, hugs and kisses she gave her daughter, but he got slaps for misbehaving and Sarah only strong words.

Normally the third floor was absolutely uninteresting for him, he didn't even notice it; but today he had taken the escalators instead of taking the lift direct to the ninth floor and he saw a crowd of cheering people. Still on the escalator mounting to the forth floor, he kept his eyes on the crowd thinking there were big summer sales, when suddenly, due to his higher position, he saw two

……two naked women. Impossible. He retraced his steps jumping down the escalator; the fact he was going in opposite direction didn't bother him in the least.

Miss Julia Carpenter had joined Miss Amanda Weisberg in her disgrace. She had been stripped naked and passed around like a commodity. Twice she tried to resist and twice she was punished for it. First during her stripping, she had kicked and boxed around like crazy; the end of a whip reaching her ass put a stop to it. She screeched and stopped fighting grasping her hurting bum with both hands. Boris, holding the whip, smiled and asked the gentlemen to finish what they started

Her screech only attracted more people who joined the group of abusers, but it did not attract a single helper.

She got her second punishment shortly afterwards; when she tried to keep away from M&M customers who only intended to massage her big, firm tits or to lay a hand on the furry patch between her legs; how she dared?

Boris decided she needed a spanking. And she got it, on her naked behinds, with spread legs, bent over and tied to a chair. Half the department store helped out with it. Her ass and during the spanking her labia also got slaps from all kind of hands. Once finished her behinds were set on fire, hurting badly and deep red.

Omar had slipped through the crowd with agility and appeared at the end of the disgraceful walkway to see a nurse and a stewardess walking towards him. More precisely: to see a nurse's blond cunt and a stewardess' brown twat in movement, accompanied by four pretty boobs in harmonic rhythm…

His mouth fell open and his cock menaced to destroy the fly. In his stupor he stretched out and opened both arms, as if wanting to ask what was happening. The humiliated teachers misinterpreted his gesture and hurried through the slapping hands to place their exposed genitals into his hands.

He felt glory. Not exact, he felt two warm, soft and wet cunts, belonging to two pretty and grown up women. This is what you can call the first contact with the opposite sex,; and Omar loved it.

As if having a brain on its own his fingers wormed into Amanda's and Julia's holes making them squirm.

“Kiss Him” shouted somebody and Amanda French kissed a 14 year old boy as if he was her life-long lover. His hand, at least seemed to be; caressing and massaging her privates as no other man ever did. Miss Carpenter obeyed another customer who told her to blow the boy or get another spanking. Hastily she tried to obey him, but when her warm hand finally got his manhood out of the pants he exploded. His load hit her face.

The women felt absolutely miserable. They have been exhibited, toyed with and sexually abused for hours; they have been degraded and hit. Right now a minor was overtly fingering their cunts. Amanda didn't dare to stop kissing him whilst he finger fucked her. The former proud Julia was dressed to fuck in a public department store with cum dripping from her face…

“OMAR”

It was a female voice, but belonging to a woman used to give orders. The crowd moved apart and let Ms Alexandra Silverstone reach her step-son.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” She was really angry.

Everybody looked at her. She was dressed in white linen trousers and a white blouse.

Her very short blond hair, her attitude and her voice transmitted aggressiveness. And right now she felt aggressive.

Her eyes denoted disdain when she looked at the former proud teachers, meekly standing next to Omar showing everything they've got; then she looked at the crowed as if searching a responsible.

“Do you know what this is, Mrs?” Boris asked wheeling in a device she had never seen in her life.

“I couldn't care less” she retorted “I want to know who's responsible here and why is my son being abused by two whores...”

Omar smiled, ‘he being abused' that was funny. Amanda's naked ass was again heavily abusing his unprotected hand.

“Mrs?”

“Silverstone, Alexandra Silverstone” She answered.

“I'm Boris Blair and I'm the responsible here.” He said and despite being young he denoted authority. “Do you know what this is?” He asked again making her look once more at the device.

It was a modern version of the ancient Spanish donkey. An Aluminium structure replaced a wooden one, with wheels and with a lot of small leather straps strategically placed it was difficult to guess it as a torture item.

“I don't care about that … carpet-dryer?” Alexandra said and directed her gaze again on the still nude women. “Why are hookers allowed in …”

“Mrs Silverstone” interrupted Boris in a soft voice “that's what I'm trying to explain. The whole affair started here” he said patting the upper transversal bar of the metallic donkey “and…”

“What on earth are you…” Alexandra's anger became stupor. The fact Boris never loses the composure made her unsure.

“Please, Mrs Silverstone, just for a moment (it was to be the longest moment of her life) and to understand what's going on, can you please place one foot here…”

Angrily, and just to see if he really had an explanation, she did. “… and the other one over there”

Without thinking she did again, swinging agilely her leg over the donkey. This modern version was adjustable and being a tall woman she didn't made contact with the devilish upper edge.

“Ok and now?” she asked defiant.

“Now you'll understand” Boris slowly said attaching one leather strap to her ankle “why Miss Weisberg” he went on standing up, pointing at the blond nurse” and Miss Carpenter” he had moved and was attaching her other ankle whilst her eyes fall on the brunette, cunt showing, stewardess, “behaved so correctly today, but never before”

‘Correctly?' ‘Today?' The words didn't fit into the context.

Total unnoticed to her he had pressed a small red button. The upper bar started rising slowly, slowly but inexorably.

“Hey, what..” Alexandra suddenly realised she was attached. The edge was steadily moving upwards; she tried to stop it with both her hands, to no avail.

“Stop this damn machine or I…” whatever she was going to say remained unknown. Boris had caught her head with a soundproof sack and was skilfully adjusting it on her neck. The bar was still rising and now she was tiptoeing to not lose contact with the floor. Suddenly she was supporting her whole bodyweight with the strength of her arms and, a fact she was painfully aware of, with her cunt.

“I would like to ask for an applause for our models” Boris loudly started directing his speech to the crowd “cause our show is over” He himself started the applause and soon everybody was applauding.

“The M&M exclusive aluminium donkey will be on show for the next weeks, I hope you'll bring your wives and girlfriends to test its benefits. We sell it with a total guarantee…”

Boris went on as if nothing out of the normal had ever happened.

“Omar, please wheel your mom into the dressing rooms, Amanda, Julia, hurry up, you too”

Mrs Silverstone was in pain, the edge had finally stopped when it seemed to cut her to pieces.

She couldn't even try get rid of the sack inclosing her head cause she needed both her hands to ease a little bit the pain in her loins. Suddenly they were moving. Not hearing and in total darkness the pain mixed with fear. And her arms were tiring. Bad news for her cunt.

Meeting

At half past nine Mr. Michael Milwaukee entered the meeting room. He loved being late, it proved who's in command and it avoided being disturbed by late comers.

The sight he got when entering the room made him smile widely. If his female teacher were now a Harem he could bear witness his male teachers were everything but eunuchs.

The way the women had been instructed to dress, incited their male colleagues to get touchy and getting few or no opposition made these advances got bolder.

Peter Murkowski had his hand under Vanessa black miniskirt whilst talking to her. MM saw Miss Gunn's and Miss Millers' naked asses under Ron's hands. He was holding both his co-workers each with one hand. They were talking to Aaron and Hubert, both busy fumbling between the standing female's legs.

Julia Carpenter and Amanda Weisberg had shown up in their latest costumes and were now receiving the approval in form of patting and petting.

During the hour the meeting lasted the entire Harem had been fucked by a former colleague without even been asked for any kind of agreement. They just got themselves a Bimbo and fucked her, thoroughly fucked her, listening to their director's explanations. The respect the male colleagues showed was inversely proportional to the accessibility of the female staff.

The women felt horrible. Here they were at their working place being abused and fucked by people they considered friends. They had been forbidden even the most basic intimacy, they were groped and commented as if animals, forced to display themselves just for their colleagues amusement; and there was no end in sight, at least not listening to MM's words.

After enjoying the spectacle (and taking part of it by first fucking Miss Carpenter – he had for long fancied- and afterwards getting a long-lasting blowjob from Mrs Hatcher whilst holding his speech) Mr Milwaukee announced a grand finale.

The first to enter was the Police Captain Simon Milwaukee followed by his sister, the judge, Larissa Milwaukee and her boyfriend Boris Blair. All of them were greeted with applause; applause of clapping hands or produced slapping naked available female asses.

Double M kissed both Milwaukees, shook Boris' hand and asked for a moment of attention. When the audience got silent, Omar appeared at the entrance.

Dressed as a Bedouin and whipping a fine stick he really look like a camel-driver. But it was no camel he was driving.

“Ssssipppp”

“Aahhhhh”

“Come on you lazy bitch, hurry up”

“Ssssipppp”

“Aaaaaaahhhhh”

In came Sarah Silverstone, sweating, with her hands bound behind her back. A cord had been attached around her waist, passed between her legs and fastened again to the vehicle she was towing in. Trussed as she was she had to pull the cart with her virginal slit; slowly and painfully she did.

“Ssssipppp”

“Auuuahhhhh”

Her step-brother never failed to encourage her.

Mounted on that cart, which was no other than the devilish modern Spanish Donkey, suffered Mrs Alexandra Silverstone. The soundproof sack had been replaced by a blindfold and a cloth gag attached so tightly it deeply cut into her open mouth. She also wore a dog collar with a pending short hand leash and very low new leather belt.

Her eyes were close to insanity. First the bar made her cunt ache, ache which became deep pain, and in less than an hour she was in sheer agony. The inexorable aluminium was converting her cunt into a cut. There was no way to hold still, but every single movement only intensified her pain.

Her swollen labia didn't protect, they needed protection themselves, and the more she tried to find some comfort the more her cunt got pain.

She howled, cried and pissed on herself, nothing helped. When the soundproof sack came off she pleaded, implored and beseeched; she promised everything her tortured mind could think about. She offered her whole fortune; she tried to bribe her captor even with sexual favours.

They made her sign a document; a document she signed without hesitating. She didn't even try to read it, it was irrelevant. She would have signed her own death sentence to escape that cutting edge.

It was killing her. Once she's signed the papers her captor lowered the bar a bid, just enough to keep her in the margins of sanity and made her thank for it. She thanked him as if he had just saved her daughter's life, and she meant it. Afterwards she got her gag and her blindfold.

Being blindfolded only made her more aware of her pain and her surroundings. When she heard her daughter she immediately recognized her voice, even it was only a yell. She didn't care. ‘Yes put Sarah on this device instead of me' she thought ‘she is young and healthy…….oh my god I'm huuuuuuuurting, take me dooown, please'.

The grand finale started once Boris had attached a self-retracting chain to her leather belt. He untied her ankles and helped her to descent. Off came the gag and her blindfold followed by all her clothing. They made her strip, a fact a lot more humiliating than being forcibly stripped. Alexandra Silverstone proofed to be a true blond. Wearing only her dog collar and the leather belt she had to kneel, with wide spread knees next to Omar, who took her leash with his free hand.

“What's your name, bitch?” Boris asked toying with the toe of his shoe in her wounded cunt.

With an arm around his waist stood his fiancée, Larissa, smiling.

“Alexandra; Alexandra Silverstone”

“Who's your owner, bitch?”

“¿?”

“Is she stubborn or stupid?” Boris asked Larissa “against stubbornness I have a cure” he said pointing at the Spanish donkey.

“Sorry I'm stupid, really, only stupid I don't know who? You?

Her anxiety aroused hilarity. ‘Nice bitch' ‘good taming' were common heard sentences.

Larissa handed him a paper and he read:

“…hmmmm…. I …hmmm here I, Alexandra Silverstone, declare that due to my bitchy personality I've freely decided to give up my human rights and become legally a bitch owned by Omar Silverstone who herewith become the legal owner of me and of everything I may own, including my daughter Sarah… “

“Oh my god…” whimpered Alexandra

“Alexandra Silverstone, do you agree with these terms?” Boris solemnly asked and added talking to Larissa, but loud enough to be heard ‘or perhaps she prefers staying the whole night on the Spanish Donkey”

A shiver went through Alexandra. She couldn't spend a single second more on that infernal monster, let alone a night.

“I…I agree”

Then she was made to crawl to all the people attending the meeting and ask them to sign it as witnesses. After each signature and just to show gratitude she had kiss and worship their cocks or lick their slits.

The meeting finished late. Alexandra agreed to everything. She consented to be branded like livestock, publicly. She said yes, she would punish her daughter whenever told by Omar, she would dress her and make her perform to Omar's wishes disregarding how degrading, embarrassing or painful it may be. She granted she would use the power she used to have to favour Omar's wishes; she would betray friends and misuse any document she may have.

Finally she acceded to be slaughtered, alone or together with her daughter when getting too old or when Omar decided.

To be continued…

M&M BIG SALES

‘Try our new Spanish Donkey “Horo” and you'll get 300 $ cash on the spot' read the advertising M&M department stores launched, with a big photo of the item and a semi-nude woman smilingly on it. ‘Only 999 $, limited stock, exclusive in M&M, 10 th floor.'

The small print informed about the conditions to get the money.

The tenth floor looked like a fitness studio. On the left side an enormous placard read:

“Inscriptions. Try 2 hours; get 300 bucks.”

In the middle of the hall a huge electronic display announced who is staying where for how long.

On the right sight neatly placed there were ten rows of five ‘Horos' each. Each one had been equipped with a small table attached to the front. On the table lay a document informing about the conditions and acceptances any user had to sign. It had been signed by a notary and by Larissa Milwaukee becoming a legal document.

At three o'clock Mr. Michael Milwaukee reached the tenth floor. It was so over crowed he had problems in reaching the reserved area. The noise level was also near to unbearable.

Closing the door he signalled Boris to join him.

“How's business” he smilingly asked his future son-in-law.

“Mr Milwaukee you are a genius. I've not seen so much money in my whole life. We've sold by now half the stock and I need your signature to order at least 10000 Horos more.”

“10000?” Michael was astonished

“Yes Mr. Milwaukee, at least, but the really good news is the cash we're generating from our hobby-inquisitors” Boris said

“I though it would be barely enough to cover the promotional 300 $” the owner retorted.

“No, Mr Milwaukee,” Boris addressed his future father-in-law always as Mr. when working. At home he humorously called him spare-daddy. “Each horos is producing at least 300 $ hourly.

“But, but that's impossible. How it tallies?”

“Well, I've introduced a novelty” Boris proudly explained “and seemingly it works fine”

On the tenth floor the business was booming. Let's concentrate on Horos 37. A whimpering young woman is being helped by a gentleman to descend. He heaved her out of the device with one hand between her legs and the other one firmly gripping a tit. She is in her twenties, blond short hair and spots and ample chest. He's at least fifty, grey hair, glasses, well dressed but clearly over weighted. We zoom in:

“86 minutes left; minus last 5 minutes to spend here makes 81..uhmm ..5$ each” the salesman was calculating

“makes 405 $, Sir”

“Here you are” Mr. Hartington offered his visa-card.

“Just a moment” the salesman took the card and went away.

“My god, oh my god” Felicia Bowles murmured. The newlywed had signed in not even thirty minutes ago.

Mario, her husband had convinced her. ‘300 $, think about it, darling, for just two hours'.

She had signed in, he got the money. Five minutes later strapped on horos 37, in a medium level of discomfort she heard, in midst of whimpers, laughs and cries:

“Look, over there, that's Felicia”

Felicia was anything but happy. Why precisely these two troublemakers, Andy and Jerry.

She had not talked to them for the last six month, since the incident.

Andy and Jerry came nearer. The salesman waited till they exchanged a few greetings. He looked at them silently. Both dressed in jeans and sneakers. Andy, the higher one wore a black t-shirt, Jerry, fat and ugly, with glasses, wore a white shirt with blue checks.

“I see you know each other” he intervened.

“More or less” they answered in unison.

“Would you like to test the horos to its bonds for ten minutes?

“Yeah, why not” Jerry was looking at Felicia, well not at Felicia but at her tits. “How much?”

“It costs 50 bucks but you get it with Felicia as guinea pig.”

“50 DOLLARS! Andy exclaimed “for ten lousy minutes.

“With Felicia, to really see how it works; that makes them less lousy don't you think” The salesman handed them the statement:

“Here, read the signed agreement” Both boys started reading, 30 secs later they were counting their money.

Enough!

“Your receipt and a small manual. Thank you, sirs, and have fun”

“Here, press the red button” Andy instructed. The bar slowly rose.

“Nooo, stop it; it huuuurts” Felicia tried frenetically to stop the machine.

“Hey Fel, you look funny” Jerry commented “and what's the green button for?” He asked and pressed it.

“Shaking”

“Aahhh, Noooo , sto-op plleeasea sto-oo-op it. Pleeaaase.” The bar was still rising and had by now lifted Felicia by her most tender spot. She could avoid some pain pressing against it with her hands, but when it started jerking, the bar hit against her clit and then her anus and again her clit.

Andy pressed a big blue one- Pause-

“Please Andy, please, lower me” Felicia begged

“Why should I, we've paid 50 bucks to play with you”

“You…you…can play with me in another way” Felicia offered, ashamed.

“If you show us your tits we lower you” offered Jerry

Felicia tried to unbutton her blouse but then the bar bit furiously into her loins.

“I caaan't” Felicia cried, realising she needed both her hands to prevent her pussy from being definitively ruined.

“Bad luck here you go again” Jerry said and was about to press again the blue button.

“NNNNOOOOOOO, I mean I can't use my hands but help yourselves, take a look, feel them up but please lower meee” Felicia cried trying to avoid another lurch.

They lowered her, opened her blouse and fondled her braless tits.

“Jiggle” and Felicia jiggled. They laughed. Each of them took a marvellous soft meat globe into his and fondled it.

“Smile” flash. “Hey guys having fun?” Monica - Lezzy – Lopez joined them.

They stepped apart curiously looking at both women.

Monica, Mexican, arrived with a devilish smile. She was the leader of her group, all girls, and she behaved as a leader. Today she dressed a black leather skirt, an old fashioned AC/DC T-shirt and ankle boots, she didn't care being fat.

“Fel! Nice to meet you” she said and petted Felicia's blond hair. Her hand wandered down and started mauling her naked globes. “”Always wanted to do this, you don't mind, do you?”

“Noo” whimpered a humiliated Felicia.

“Than tell me to maul them, bitch” Monica viciously pinched her nipple.

“Aaauuch; please Monica touch my breasts” Mrs Bowles was again near to tears.

“Stupid bitch” Monica slapped Felicia “you've tits and you want them mauled, abused: esta claro, zorra?”

“Yees, please, Miss Lopez maul my bitchy tits”

The trio laughed. Felicia cried. She got her tits mauled.

Once the boys time finished, Lezzy Lopez paid 50 $ more and made Felicia ask her be French kissed (it took only the time to find out the white button heats the bar) while getting her cunt groped. Andy and Jerry followed Monica's example and didn't turn her down, as she was asking for it so nicely.

When the trio went away they left Felicia with the bar pressing fully against her slit and shaking slowly.

She was howling like a pack of wolves.

“For five additional dollars you can let her gagged” the salesclerk offered, unmoved..

I prefer hearing her, it's a kind of music” Monica answered.

“Or cuffed” he added, but, lucky for Felicia, it was too noisy.

It was then when her former neighbour Mr. Hartington had shown up.

The salesclerk waited a moment before hitting the blue –PAUSE – button. Felicia stopped shaking and the bar lowered a bit.

“Hello, Miss Storm” he greeted as if meeting in a café.

“It's Bowles, now” the clerk informed translating the unintelligible blubbering she produced.

“Ah, Miss Storm, sorry, Mrs Bowles, you married?”

“Please take me down, I can't more” whimpered Felicia totally uninterested in social gossip.

“Why should I do that, you looked nice to me, erotic even, shaking there.”

“I do anything, really anything, but please” she looked at him with puppy eyes “please, take me down”

Felicia meant it. She was hurting badly and totally humiliated.

“If she agrees you can buy her as a slave for the remaining time”

“Yeees, please, take me down” Felicia didn't even hear what he'd said, but she agreed.

The salesman went on informing. “The rate is 5$ minute and you've to deliver her here again before – he looked at his watch- four thirty, Mr.”

Mr. Hartington looked interested. Felicia was openly showing her young, firm tits. The bar pressed into her cunt and outlined it perfectly. Her cotton trousers were literally eaten by her slit.

“You'll buy yourself a pretty slave, Mr; You can do to her to your hearts content. You can strip her, grope her, fuck her or mate her to your dogs. You can videotape the whole event for your later enjoyment or to make profit selling it to her relatives or friends. She can be the first adult doll for your kids to learn about sex and pain. Frank's growing erections showed the salesman he was on the best way to get another customer.

My god, stop it. Felicia felt horrible. She married just a week ago to and now it seemed she was to become Miss fuck-me-all-you-want for just 300 stupid bucks.

(300 bucks Mario was spending on Pamela, Felicia's best friend. He casually found trying out a horos)

Frank Hartington was salivating by then. He would fuck that spoiled kid from opposite and of course he would mate her to his dogs. The same dogs her mother so often complaint about, because they frightened Felicia.

And, yes, he would videotape everything.

If he was lucky her parents would be at home to witness the public and animalistic mating.

There was no time to lose.

“Ok, I take her” he said.

The salesclerk informed him again she had to be delivered alive and with no permanent mark before 4'30. Than he asked Felicia if she agrees to swap her remaining time for time in slavery.

She had heard everything and desperately shook her head from side to side.

“The salesclerk stepped next to the horos and touched a hidden spot.

“AAAAAAAAAAAahhhhhhhhhh”

Felicia shocked and cried. A brutal jolt of electricity shocked into her cunt.

The salesclerk pressed Pause.

“Please, no, no, no more please my ..my sex, please…”

Frank was smiling, Felicia hurting and the salesman doing his job.

He released the pause button.

AAaauiiiiiii. AAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiii pliiiiiiiiiiissssssssss

Pause.

“I accept I accept, I accept whatever, please”

“ Mrs Felicia Bowles do you freely agree to swap your remaining time for time in slavery, with no restriction other then mutilation or death?

She agreed and signed. Finally he informed both that if he complains afterwards, she would be strapped on a Horos for double the time.

Frank helped Felicia descent and immediately became touchy. He wanted to make the max out of his money. His left hand cupped her cunt, pressing his middle finger deep into her slit; his right hand took her left boob.

“That's the novelty” Boris explained “to pay for taking the bitch home. Like this, another bitch can occupy her place, and we multiply profit.”

Mr Hartington wasn't lucky. The Storm were absent when he arrived with Felicia. She was totally naked except for her heels. He made her descent and open the garden gate.

Felicia wanted to die. Here she was totally nude, on the street, in plain daylight and in the neighbourhood she grew up. To worsen things Mr. Hartington tooted the horn. He ordered her to remain standing at the gate and to tell everybody who may ask that she's an decorative object to look at and feel up. When Frank returned with the video camera half the neighbourhood was at his gate. He filmed how the boys groped and finger fucked her former neighbour, how the girls made her squirm pinching her clit and nipples, how she got on her fours to blow some of the men and finally how Rambo and Jetli, his two Rotweiler, fucked her. Tears of fear and abject humiliation wetted Felicia's cheeks. He also filmed the amused crowd witnessing the event .

“I've decided to buy a horos” a happy hubby informed his suffering wife.

“But” she said crying openly and half naked “what for? We don't need it and where will you get the money? My god I've been tortured today for those paltry 300 dollar and…”

“Don't worry sweetheart” he said slapping her exposed tit “I've signed you in for the whole week, two hours daily. That makes a net profit of 1101 dollar.”

Rhonda's big black eyes menaced to fall out, totally surprised and afraid.

The hubby, a small man in his fifties, with totally white hair went on explaining his plans and flipping her nipple. “I mean to strap you on it during the poker parties with my buddies. You know Al always lusted after your Salma-hayek-body as he calls it, and Sam would also be happy two win the right to make the horos work with you on it, and make you fulfil any promise he squeezes out of you.

“Pete, my god, you are making me a whore”

“And?” “ I can't wait to invite your sister and offer her a proof ride. She'll make a nice whore too”

He pressed the green button and left her shaking.…”

Another young woman, absolutely naked, was surrounded by a group of kids. She was a tall, brunette, with a high class touch. It was impressive how deep the bar was cutting in, perhaps due to the fact she was handcuffed behind.

Her hair had been attached by a rope to an ring in the ceiling. It avoided her cunt the whole bodyweight. It was a very painfully salvation, but salvation at least.

“Hey teach” a boy shouted “We're going to make you sign in again”

“No, please, Tommy not, please not. I'm hurting so much”

“But you looks so pretty naked” said another boy. Fumbling at her hurting cunt.

“I'll strip for you whenever you want, but please, not again, please”

“And may we touch you like here” asked a girl. Elongating both her teacher's nipples

“Yeeess, please. I teach you in the nude if you want but…..”

“ Nude and handcuffed ?”

“Yeees, please, lower the bar”

“And you'll kneel on your desk in the classroom?”

“Yes, I do. Please lower the bar”

“Even during the meetings with our parents”

“Yeeeeeeeeesssssssss”

When the kids had written it down she signed it. Another classroom with motivated kids. Horos is all benefit..

The profit M&M made that day was enormous, but the improvement of their customer's lives was even bigger. At least attending to the survey made between the customers (husbands and boyfriends).

Omar

Omar's life was glory. At home Meat – the official name of the former proud Mrs Alexandra's Silverstone– was kept naked and hairless, absolutely hairless. She felt more humiliated by her naked scalp then by her bald cunt. Omar wanted her always on display and in reach, just in case he wanted to touch some meat. She had to kneel next to Omar with wide spread thighs whenever she was not busy. When he invited friends, and suddenly he had a lot of them, she was not only not allowed to reject any advance, but had clear instructions to provoke them.

One of Meat's functions was to dress up Fuckme, her daughter. The dress rules were easy: A dog collar with her new name, high heels, no underwear and only skirts and dresses. The maximal length of a dress or skirt was one inch below her labia.

At sixteen, Fuckme was a pretty teenager. Her long blond hair and her fully developed body had made her very popular even before her dress code. Even Omar had fancied her.

Now she had to present herself for inspection before leaving.

“Mr Omar, may Fuckme be brought to school like this?” asked the humiliated teenager.

He looked at her. Black high heeled sandals, leg, more leg, even more leg than a black skirt. He stretched out his hand and fingered her cunt, it was just at level with her skirt. She didn't move. She new that the slightest rejection could cost her an hour with horos. He enjoyed his power and slowly fingered his step sister's cunt. Again he got hard, his stamina seemed endless. Miss Silverstone endured her humiliating treatment, one week ago she would have slapped him for occasionally brushing her ass.

“Meat” he called “the chain” Former Alexandra Silverstone come in running, naked of course, kneeled next to him with wide spread knees and stretched out both hands offering him the chain.

He was in no hurry. He went on slowly finger fucking his step sister under her mother's regard.

Finally he withdrew his fingers and made Meat suck them clean. He hooked the chain into Fuckme's collar and tucked. Mother and daughter knew their humiliation was still not over, they had clear instructions about the good bye kiss. It was to be given in the front garden, and it was not a mother-daughter kiss. They had to French kiss whilst fingering each other and they had to do it until the school bus arrived.

The situation was so debasing that they couldn't understand why each time they climaxed, when witnessed by neighbours, by passers or the whole school bus. Naked and reduced to a piece of meat; She Alexandra Silverstone was French kissing her own daughter as a sailor would kiss a prostitute fingering her blond and wet cunt for all to see, whilst having her daughter's fingers working deeply in her own bald twat. And than that humiliating climax and the applause and cheers.

The power Omar felt having Miss Silverstone on a leash and ready to be used made him grope and molest whatever female crossed him. Few girls dared to protest, they too felt his power (and hands) and were afraid of him. He told them to stand still and they obeyed. All the girls learned to say they are good little tight slits for him to enjoy. And he enjoyed and his friends also: His power become mythic when he cornered Georgetta Harrison. Georgetta was the prettiest cheerleader, two years his senior and with a stable boyfriend. She was a dream: dark short hair, black eyes and full red lips mounted on a perfect body. Big firm tits and a very small waist enhanced her hips . Her round ass and strong legs conferred her an erotic and powerful appearance.

Georgetta was self confident and when Omar tried to feel her up she slapped his face and menaced him with her boyfriend's gang.

“Nobody molests Georgetta Harrison” she said and went away.

Omar's power was endangered and he called home. During the afternoon nobody met Georgetta.

When he came home he saw Mrs Harrison Mercedes at the door, and smiled.

“Mrs Silverstone I demand the devolution of those powers” he heard Stephanie-Georgetta's mother- voice “you don't look trustful to me any more” she said looking at Alexandra's naked cunt with disdain.

Stephanie and Alexandra had been good friends when this latter helped her through a difficult divorce. Than Stephanie had given her unlimited power of attorney, a fact she later forgot.

“You see Steph “answered a calmly Mrs Silverstone, Master told me to use them and I did.”

Omar was pleased to hear she referred him as Master even when he's absent.

“Master?” spitted out Stephanie “Are you nuts?”

“Yes and the reason I called you is to inform you about some small changes”

“Shut up and give me those papers”

“The first you have to know is that you are not longer free, cause I've sold you”

“What? What? Stephanie repeated in a lower tone. “You what?”

“I've sold you. To your ex-husband and his wife, as a bitch. That is the second thing you should know, you are not longer human, at least legally. Now you are a property, a pet, an owned bitch which each Saturday afternoon will be brought to the dog pound for public mating. We've already made the arrangements.

Stephanie, an older version of her daughter started to feel unwell. “Alex, what are you saying?”

“This is impossible, isn't it”

“No, it's not. In fact Robert is going to come – he should be here by now- to pick up his new bitch. He expects to find you naked, collared and on your fours. If not, you are to spend the night on his new horo.

By now everybody new what a horo was, even they didn't know it stands for Hurt OR Obey.

Mrs Stephanie Harrison went white. “Why?” she cried.

“Master told me your daughter offended him and to put her in place I started whit you…”

“Where is Geor…”

´Ding Dong, Ding Dong

..getta?”.

“Your Master if I were you I would strip.”

Mr Robert Harrison and LiYu, his Chinese wife left late that afternoon.

Stephanie crawled behind them collared and naked. She had been toyed with and abused.

She had licked LiYu's slit and fucked a cucumber, she had fetched things and barked and she got the promise to spend the night on Horo for not being naked when they arrived.

Next morning Omar showed up in school tugging at Georgetta's new clit ring. The golden ring clearly showed between her black, well trimmed cunt. Her status had changed she was no longer a cheerleader, but the school's mascot. The pretty teenager was totally naked, her septum, her tongue and her nipples also showed new golden rings. Her hands were attached to her collar and her feet trapped in a crazy pair of shoes. Her vocal cords had been modified; she could only chirp or tweet, like a good mascot..

Omar brought her directly to the director fondling any female he met on his way: he fingered student's slits, cupped teachers cunts and massaged the secretary's tits with no opposition.

Georgetta suffered a nightmare. Everybody she knew was first looking at her and then blatantly taking advantage, even her boyfriend commented she looked better like this.

The director read the papers and listened to Omar, who was fingering a teacher's slit. Then he decided that Mascot was to live on the school facilities, in the kennels, accessible for everybody, at any hour. “Just ask for the key” he said “and wash her afterwards”

He took the clit chain, slapped Mascot's ass and lead her away.

To be continued…