TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 18 - night with Angie, the "masked rapist", anal rape
Angie had great plans for Susie's first over-nighter. First, the Frenching,
with a violent climax, while she squeezed the Crushers until Susie almost
passed out from the agony.
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Next came the enema. "I don't want you having to get up in the night."
She made Susie lie on her own bed for the enema, taunting her with the
threat that it would run all over the bed if Susie lost control, and then
making her hold it inside her until Susie thought that she was surely
going to burst; finally letting her dash for the bathroom, to get rid of
the painful and disgusting load.
"There now," said Angie. "Now it'll be a couple of days before you have
to shit again. And you'll thank me for that, before we're finished."
And then to bed. But first, she buckled a collar around Susie's neck, and
attached it to a couple of straps that were fastened around her own
thighs, holding Susie's face to the younger girl's crotch. "We're going to sleep
like this, darling, and Heaven help you if I wake up any time during the
night and find that your tongue isn't inside my cunt."
The Crushers hurt like fire as Susie lay on her tummy, and the Spiders
bit cruelly as her weight pressed on her nipples. She didn't get much sleep that night . . .
In the morning, Angie unbuckled the collar around Susie's neck, and went
with her to the bathroom for morning ablutions. For some reason, Angie
seemed to be watching the clock.
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"Oh, I haven't told you yet, Susie dear, -- we're going to have a visitor
this morning. Just one last fuck, and then I'll leave you alone for the
rest of the weekend. Unless something special comes up," she added as an afterthought.
Susie's heart sank but, as always, she had no choice. Angie made her keep
the Crushers and Spiders on -- "After all, they might give lover boy some
interesting ideas" -- and then made Susie lie down.
"This John has some special requirements," Angie crooned. "For one thing,
he doesn't want you to know who he is -- after all, he's somebody you
know very well -- so you're going to have to wear a blindfold. And of course
he can't take any chances on your peeking, so he wants you to be tied up
while he screws you."
Susie had never felt more helpless than when Angie tied her to the brass
bed, arms stretched up over her head, feet drawn up near her wrists, so
hat her "private parts", (as she insisted on thinking of them, even
though her hopes of any privacy were fast disappearing) were exposed to
inspection and whatever other indignities her visitor might want to inflict on them.
A strap around her waist kept them down near the mattress, however. Angie
proceeded to take a number of pictures "for our scrapbook" before she
fastened on the blindfold, completing Susie's sense of utter helplessness.
And then her "visitor" came in. He squeezed the Crushers, and patted the
Spiders, abusing her breasts in the way that Susie had come to expect
from all men, and then she felt him spreading the lubricating jelly around the
lips of her cunt. Too much! she thought. with all that lubrication, he'll
take forever to get up enough friction to make him ejaculate.
So I'm becoming a sex maven, she though bitterly.
His rape wasn't very imaginative. He just stuck his thing into her and
started fucking. She could feel his passion rising, and knew that he was
going to come to a quick climax. Thank God for that. And then he pulled
out. What on earth?
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Susie screamed in sheer horror as she felt him ramming his thing, now well
lubricated with the jelly and her own sparse juices, into her virgin
asshole. The pain was bearable -- just -- but the sheer disgust at this
perverted act made Susie want to vomit. But she somehow endured this final
indignity, and felt his hot venom pouring into her, into the hole that
had never been intended for this disgusting use.
And finally he was gone, and Angie was taking off the blindfold and
untying her. "I'll let you take off the Crushers yourself -- here's the
key to the padlock. It'll be great fun to imagine you reaching around
behind your back to unfasten it, especially with the Crushers increasing
the pressure as you stretch around. But you'll make it -- you're a big
girl now. The Spiders shouldn't give you any trouble at all, although I'll
admit that I did use the old-fashioned kind of adhesive tape -- the kind
that hurts like hell when you rip it off.
"Be sure you stash the equipment in the suitcase. And I'll be over on
Monday morning, to help you get dressed for school."
