Chapter 2
Josie woke the following morning, her mind in a fog. She lifted her
head, looking around. As the memories of the night before flooded back to her,
the sight before didn't reason with her memory: She was in her pj's, covered in
her usual blankets; Her books were neatly on her bureau; and the Book was
nowhere to be seen. She reach over and looked in the bedside drawer, and there
it was. Immediately opening the book, she flipped through the pages, but it
didn't read what she had seen last night.
"That's really fucked up," she whispered to no one in particular.
She climbed out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. When she dropped
her bottoms to pee, she stopped in mid-motion, slowly bringing her hand to her
groin.
"OH MY GOD!" she panicked, "No.... No, this can't be happening. I
dreamed it all, I know I did, but how the fuck....."
She finished releasing her bladder, then checked the medicine cabinet.
Nothing was amiss, nor used since yesterday morning. She looked around the
room, but nothing was there. As she looked over her bureau, she remembered her
homework.
"Damn, I'm screwed now," as she opened her notebook.
She stared in shock. There in front of her, in her neat crisp
handwriting, was her homework for biology. Grabbing another, her algebra, and
another again. All done. She reeled in confusion, not remembering doing any of
it, but knew the material, somehow.
Hoping a cold shower will revive her, she got ready. She realized she
would have to shave her groin now, as the stables were begin to itch. Finishing
up her shower, she began to get dressed, but the nagging feeling of something
really wrong was getting to her. She did her usual routine with her hair, light
make-up, deodorant, perfume, and then grabbed her things for school. Passing
the mirror, she shuddered as the clothes she was wearing, were the same as in
her dream. She pushed the thought aside and headed downstairs.
Her mom was finishing up her breakfast, already dressed and ready.
"Good morning sweety, sleep good?"
"Morning, not really, lot of homework, especially with all these tests
coming up."
"You'll be fine, you look great at any rate."
Josie smiled softly, "thanks."
As Josie poured her Corn Flakes, her mom gathered her things, kissed
Josie, and headed for the door. As Josie ate her breakfast, the thoughts of
last night began to fade, as she put her mind to today's school day.
As she walked to school, she felt like she was being watch. Stopping at
a street corner, she looked around, but saw no one eyeing her. Yet, the feeling
remained, all the way to school. It was like an itching on your back, the one
place you can't reach. When she got into the school-yard, the bell rang, waking
her from her thoughts.
Her first class was English Composition, and she listened to discussions
on Thoreau and Walden Pond, not really joining in, except for the occasional
agreement and such. Algebra came and went. Then Computers, then came the
shock, in Biology.
It actually started in the hall, as she was walking towards class,
someone grabbed her ass, but when she turned around to give him a piece of her
mind, no one was paying attention to her in anyway, as if nothing had happened.
Turning back, she headed to class. She blushed with embarrassment on both
accounts.
"OK, Class, next week, be ready for the dissecting. I'll make sure all
the pussies get shaved. Ha ha"
Josie stared at Mr. Benton in shock. Did he just say.... oh come on
idiot, she told herself, he's talking about the cats. There was no sign of
knowledge from Mr. Benton. Though she did notice Jason and Laurie whispering
quickly to one another, and she swore she saw Laurie giving her a quick side
glance.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but as the end of the day neared,
Josie began to wonder if maybe she should bring the Book back, and forget about
the whole thing. As that thought crossed her mind, her pussy began to get wet,
and she was getting horny, which quickly wiped that thought out of her head.
Her last class was gym. They played a rough game of soccer, then hit
the showers. As Josie was getting undressed, she suddenly remembered her shaven
pussy. She looked around, saw no-one looking, and quickly wrapped the towel
around her, heading for the shower. The thought of walking home all sweaty
turned her off, so she braved the other girls. She got the shower in the
corner, and tried to keep facing the walls, but she kept glancing at the other
girls, feeling herself getting horny. As she lathered between her legs, she
felt a small tremor rush through her.
"Oh God, what's wrong with me," she thought.
"Hey, look at the little girl, all smooth and pink."
She turned to see Barbara pointing at her. "I...I just....wanted to see
what it would...ah....be like."
"Yea, you like being a little girl huh?" Barbara laughed, along with a
couple others who were still in the shower.
Mrs. Hammond came around the corner. She caught the last of what
Barbara said. She eyed her and Josie, giving Josie an approving look, running a
look up and down her body.
"Ok, you two, break it up. What we do is our own business, not to be
broadcast, right Barbara?!"
"Yes, ma'am," Barbara answered meekly.
Josie quickly finished, dried and headed to get dressed. Barbara caught
up with her, and whispered, "I always wondered myself, sorry, I was trying to
hide my own thoughts back there."
"Well did ya have to yell it out to everyone like that?" Josie shot
back. "It embarrassed the hell out of me, I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to
know....yet."
"Sorry. Hey maybe I'll come in all clean and smooth next time too!"
Barbara tried.
"Your choice." Josie dropped.
Barbara took the hint and walked over to her locker, with a last glance
back. Josie just gave her a cold look, and got dressed. She put her sweaty
gym clothes in her bag, and headed out to the hall, to her school locker for her
books, and head home. The thoughts of the shower room, and what Barbara did to
her mad her upset. She wanted to get back at her for what she did, but how?
Mrs. Hammond, the dominating gym-teacher had stopped it before Barbara could
make it any worse. How to get back at her...
She got home, and had a snack of cookies and milk. All that running
around made her hungry. Then she set herself to do her homework, and be sure
she did it, and remember it. First though, she wanted to rest a minute, so she
sat on the couch, and put up her feet. She closed her eyes, and soon images of
Barbara's naked body flashed through her mind....
**There was Barbara, naked and tied up, in the school shower room.
Suddenly her eyes flew open, she was in the locker room. She started to scream,
but it was cut short by a hand across her mouth, and another across her chest,
pinning her arm to the side. Josie struggled to get free, but somehow couldn't
find the strength. She felt herself being dragged backwards. Looking around
frantically, she noticed they were heading for the weight room. She tried to
bite the hand, and immediately closed her mouth. The hand tasted gross, like
meat that sat too long. She could feel breasts against her back, a woman. She
fought, but found she did not have the strength, she felt tired.
She brought Josie into the weight room, and spun her around into the
center of the room, letting her go. Josie caught her balance, and turned back
towards her capture.
"Mrs. Hammond?!?!" Josie blurted in amazement. "What's going on? Why
am I here? No, this is a dream I have to wake up, NO, NO!!"
"Shut up, you little shit," Mrs. Hammond ordered. "Now get out of those
clothes, NOW!"
Josie stood frozen in fear.
"Ok have it your way then."
The large woman bore down on Josie, her already large body seemingly
larger, stronger. Josie tried to get away, but a hand grabbed her blouse, and
ripped it from her body, with a terrifying sound, rocking Josie from the force.
She stood with her hands over her bra-covered breasts, frantically looking
around for an escape. Before she could move, her Gym teacher was on her, and
thrown to the floor onto her stomach. Before Josie could react to the wind
being knocked out of her, Mrs. Hammond had her shoes and socks off. She then
flipped Josie over on to her back, and grabbed her bra, tearing it from the
stunned girl's body. Her breasts danced around from the sudden force to
freedom. Josie came around when she felt her pants zipper being undone. She
started to kick and punch. She pushed herself up, meeting a fist to her jaw,
rocking her senseless. Vague feeling of being stripped of her pants and panties
crept into Josie's brain, but her body wasn't reacting.
She felt herself being picked up, and carried a few feet where she was
placed onto a leather-covered bench. As her body began to respond, Josie
frantically tried to get up, and escape, but Mrs. Hammond was holding her down.
Mrs. Hammond sat on the struggling girls chest, just below her tits, and
pushed Josie's right arm up and behind her, where a waiting leathercuff was
strapped into place around her wrist.. She then forced her other hand into
another cuff the same way. She climbed off of Josie, and tried, then caught, a
leg, and pulled it back and up, strapping another cuff into place. The other
leg took a little longer, as Josie struggled even more, as she became more
coherent, but she finally succeeded in cuffing that leg also. The captured girl
struggled, almost rolling of the bench, but not before she was caught and pushed
back into position. Mrs. Hammond then ran a leather weightlifting belt around
Josie's stomach and the bench, pulling it tight.
There Josie was, legs spread wide, arms up, and cuffed onto a nautilus
bench, open to the world.....again.
Josie began to cry, begging pleading, but it fell on deaf ears, as Mrs.
Hammond left the room. Her long auburn hair everywhere, over her face, the
bench, and reaching to the floor. She sobbed, and yelled for help, but of
course, no one came, or at least, not to help.
As she calmed down, she heard someone else screaming for help, and
realized it was Barbara. It grew louder, until the owner of the screams was
pushed into the room, falling to the floor, followed by Mrs. Hammond. The sight
of her gym-teacher shocked Josie. She was dressed in a black leather leotard,
and black leather thigh-high boots, and nothing else. Her large tits exposed,
showing off large silver dollar sized aoreolii surrounding large pert nipples.
Her long black hair just reach the top of her tits. The leotard was tightly up
into her crotch showing her swollen pussy.
Barbara was struggling to get up, but found it hard with her hands tied
behind her back. She was naked, and soaking wet. Her brown hair, though not
very long, clung to her forehead and neck. Her tits were smallish,definately
smaller than Josie's(who wore a 32 C) and had little light pink buds for
nipples. Barbara did have a tight flat stomach, which showed off her abs. Long
silky legs were split with a hairy brown bush, which never looked trimmed at any
point. Barbara's ass was nice and tight, shapely and rounded with smooth
rounded hips to compliment it.
Josie tried not to look so hard at Barbara, but she was, she was
surprised and shocked to think, very attractive, and it made Josie's pussy wet,
even in her predicament, which was hard to take. She cried more. Afraid to
think or look anymore. This was all too much for her, and she wished it would
end, but she knew, somehow, it wasn't.
Mrs. Hammond grabbed Barbara by the back of the neck and lifted her up
straight, pulling a yelp from her.
"So, you think Miss R- here is cute do ya? Well, guess what, there she
is, all ready and waiting for ya. Go give her a good kiss on the lips."
"Fuck You Bitch, no way!"
"Oh, I see...OK." Mrs. Hammond said, just as she back-handed Barbara
that threw her around and to the floor.
Barbara looked up stunned, with a look of defiance, and blood dripping
from her mouth. She struggled with her bonds, but no such luck of escape.
Before she could react, Hammond was on her, grabbed her hair and dragged her
screaming in agony to the overhead bar. She pulled Barbara up, and pulled her
arms up, behind her, forcing her bend over.
"Please, let her go!" Josie Begged.
"Shut up Bitch, or you'll get this instead!"
"I'm....sorry....pl...please.....let me go....I....I'll kiss her...."
"Oh Don't worry, you will, but not before you learn you're place."
Hammond tied a rope from the overhead bar to Barbara's cuffs, pulling
her arms high, forcing her head down low, and her ass high. Hammond then pulled
a barbell over, and grabbed some more rope. She started to tie Barbara's leg to
it, but Barbara tried to kick free. Hammond reached up and slapped her face
with a loud crack.
"Aaaaaooooooooo......."
"Shut up, and keep still." Hammond ordered.
Josie struggled to get free, crying in her frustration, fear, and
terror.
Mrs. Hammond finished tying Barbara's legs spread wide to the bar. She
then tied the rope to her arms a little shorter, causing Barbara to yelped in
agony and almost up on her toes.
Hammond smacked her ass playfully, bringing another cry of pain from
Barbara.
"Now, my little shit, you'll learn your place around here."
"Oh God, please, no.....I'll do anything, just don't hurt me." Barbara
practically yelled.
"Little past that point, dumb shit."
Hammond walked over and picked up a long leather whip from the table,
and walked back to the struggling crying frantic captive.
"Mmmmm, now let's see, how many whippings for disobeying?"
"Oh, please, please........PLEAAAAAAASE,AAAAAaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh"
CRACK went the whip, leaving a bright red thin line across Barbara's
ass, as she swung from the shot, screaming.
"Twenty should do just right, I think," Hammond said matter-of-factly.
"NoOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAwwwwwww"
CRACK,HOWL, CRACK, HOWL, CRACK, HOWL it went, Barbara writhing and
twisting in extreme agony, her lungs ripping out sounds of horrifying sounds, as
her ass and legs were beaten red, raw, and bleeding in lines crisscrossing her
flesh in random fashion.
The last two strikes produces jumps and whimpers as Barbara's strength
gave way. She hung limply from the rope, head down, blood and saliva drooling
from her mouth. Her legs and ass were a red mass of pain, bruised and bleeding,
striped in wicked agonizing lines.
Hammond let her hang for a few moments before she let her down with a
thump. Barbara groaned in pain, begging for it to stop. Her captor began to
untie her legs and arms, showing red chaffing marks where the ropes burned her
flesh as she tried to escape. Barbara lay in a shaking heap, sobs occasionally
coming out of her bleeding mouth.
Hammond kicked her, not too hard, but enough to be rewarded with another
cry of pain.
"Get up, bitch, and kiss your sweetheart on the lips!"
"Ohhng, Ahn.....ye....yes...m....maaam"
Barbara began to crawl towards Josie, who was staring in stark terror at
the beaten girl, crawl towards her.
"That's it bitch, crawl like the dog you are." Hammond encouraged her.
Barbara staggered up to Josie's mouth and slowly at first, but thinking
about more pain, quickly planted a long wet, bloody kiss on Josie's mouth.
Suddenly she was yanked away from the tied girl.
"Are you that stupid, I said her lips, not her mouth....Oh, you really
like getting beat don't you?"
"Huh..Oh no No NOOOOOOO!" Barbara yelled in renewed strength.
Hammond threw her down on her back and came down after her, leading with
her fist, hard into Barbara's gut. As she curled up in a howling ball of pain,
Hammond got up and grabbed some more rope. Returning to the girl, she slapped
her body open, and grabbed her arm. Barbara's renewed fight began, but with
little affect, as she soon found herself, spread-eagle, on her back, on the
floor, screaming bloody murder.
Hammond grabbed the whip, and swung hard onto the wailing girl's
stomach, bringing renewed screams of agony. Up and down her body, tits,
stomach, legs, and once on her pussy, as welts, bruises, and blood formed up on
her now lifeless body before she passed out from the excruciating pain.
She untied the still girl, and left the room, leaving a terrified and
crying Josie stricken with horror. She returned with a bucket and dumped it on
Barbara, bringing her sputtering back to life. She then began to untie her.
"Now get up, and do as I told you."
Barbara didn't move. Hammond picked up the whip. Barbara saw it and
began to crawl again towards Josie, who was now in total hysteria, watching the
bloodied and tortured girl struggle towards her. Her whole body was bleeding
from welts, cuts, and other marks from the unmerciful whip-weilder.
Slowly Barbara managed to get up between Josie's legs and just barely
stopping to reconsider, began to kiss Josie's clean-shaven pussy.
"Good, Good girl,"Hammond almost cooed, "Now lick her, make her feel
good, suck it, get her good and wet, she needs some tender care right now."
Josie couldn't believe her ears. Barbara needed the care, not me, she
thought. But that thought quickly left, as a warm feeling began to run through
her, as Barbara's virgin tongue, worked around, in and about Josie's pussy.
Barbara began to quickly learn how to make Josie feel good, and although she
tried to fight it, she felt her juices start to flow. She strain against her
bonds, pulling to reach her pussy, to touch herself, her pussy, her tits.
Somehow, someway, Barbara got Josie hot and horny, even as both girls sobbed
over each other and themselves. Josie closed her eyes and let the waves of
pleasure take her away. Fingers slid into her hot wet pussy, her clit was
nibbled and sucked. Higher and Higher she rose, until with a huge rush, she
exploded in Barbara's mouth, her juices flowing hard, ripping the biggest and
most powerful orgasm she ever had through her entire being. Everything was
gone, only the overwhelming release and pleasure. Her heart pounded in her
ears, her breath was hard and furious, her pussy screaming in pleasure, pissing
her juices all over Barbara.
As she relaxed, she noticed Barbara not between her legs. She looked
over and saw Hammond on all fours over Barbara, in a 69, licking her pussy, as
Barbara did the same. Josie heard Barbara begin to moan in pleasure, rising on
and on. Soon She was wailing in pleasure nearing here peak. Josie watched
Hammond drive fingers deep into Barbara's willing pussy. Her mouth replaced her
hand, working on her clit, keeping Barbara crying in pleasure. Suddenly Josie
saw a dumbbell bar in Hammond's hand, as she drove it deep into Barbara's pussy,
hard and deep, pushing Barbara over the edge into freedom from her agony. Then
the cries of pleasure turned to cries of pain and Hammond drove the bar harder
and deeper, Barbara scream in agony again, Josie cried in useless desperation,
Barbara called Josie's name...**
"Josie......Josie.....Josie, sweetie, wake-up"
Josie opened her eyes, and saw her mother standing in front of her at
the couch, she looked around and realized she was dreaming again.
"You okay, You sounded like you were having a nightmare there, screaming
Barbara, Barbara."
"Mmm, Huh, yea, Bad dream I guess. Thanks."
As her mom went back into the kitchen, Josie quietly began to cry.
Josie tried to clear her head, and felt wet between her legs. She had
cum in her clothes. She shook with fear and embarrassment, hoping she wasn't
maturbating when her mother was here. She grabbed her stuff and head upstairs
for a shower. She threw her stuff on the bed, and took off her clothes, threw
them in the hamper, and pulled on her bathrobe.
She glanced at the night stand, and turned towards the bathroom, when
she suddenly rushed over to the night stand and whipped open the drawer. She
flipped open the book and read further into the story. There in black and
white, was what just happened to her and Barbara. Josie began to shake. No,
she thought, its impossible. How can it be. She flipped back, and she saw that
her first 'dream' was there too. She felt her groin through her pants,
remembering her shaved pussy.
"No, Nooo. It can't be happening." She threw the book on the bed,
grabbed a sweater and ran out the door, she had to see if Barbara was ok.
As she ran down the stairs, she heard her mother call her.
"Josie, what's the rush?"
"I'll be right back Mom, I have to check something out."
"What about dinner?"
"I'll eat when I get back."
"Ok, Sweety."
