On A Short Leash

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imagined it was the answer he wanted to hear.
    ‘Tell me why you’re a slut, a young girl like you. Can’t get enough, eh?’
    She tried to agree with him but he bit her lower lip as he kissed her again and she tasted blood.
    His breathing was getting faster and he was slavering over her face.
    ‘Get your kit off,’ he ordered and pushed her away. ‘Quickly!’
    She pulled her T-shirt over her head, undid her bra at the back and had to expose her breasts to him. She unzipped her skirt at the side and took it off. Meanwhile he was unclasping his belt and drawing his trousers down along with his pants which released his cock to stand to attention.
    She stayed on her knees and crawled between his hairy thighs. She knew she had to grasp the shaft of his prick at the base and then feed the rest into her gaping mouth. He sat back in his chair as if accepting what was due to him, claiming his entitlement. She guessed he was just the first to get to her and that all the men in the place used the girls in the same way. She’d expected the place to be corrupt. It was only her naive parents who couldn’t see such things when they were plain as a pikestaff.
    It was obvious a place like this was going to run by a bunch of sadists.
    He cupped his hands under her breasts and then pulled hard on her nipples.
    ‘Give my cock a rub between your boobs!’
    She left off fellating him and, lowering her breasts, she squeezed them round his erection with her hands, gripping it as firmly as she could, trying her best to masturbate him in the way he demanded.
    Then she heard four raps on the door and he got up to unlock it. It must have been a pre-arranged signal because it was the other man who’d dragged her into the room.
    This man also brought a chair with him and he put it down near the other one. She saw a thick leather strap dangling ominously from his hand.
    The big guy sat down and made Susannah take his cock in her mouth again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other man, who was tall and wiry in build, unfasten his trousers and open them in anticipation. Susannah knew she would be forced to suck both cocks.
    She tried to swallow all of his semen when he came, guessing he would take it out on her if she didn’t.
    As soon as she licked the last sticky drops from the end of his still rigid prick, she shuffled across to the other man and closed her mouth over the crimson bell-shaped head. This man’s cock was longer and thinner than the first man’s.
    An evil pair of bastards, she thought, wondering if they always worked in tandem.
    The thin man with the thin cock made her swallow all his load of viscous liquid by holding her head in a vice-like grip.
     
    ***
     
    Susannah soon found she was right about the Septimus Grey Academy and that the corruption started at the top. After the two men, she later discovered they were called porters, had used her sexually and then had ‘punished’ her with strap and paddle, they returned her to the office of the Principal, Muriel Janus; the name was on the heavy oak door.
    The heavily built man, Myers, sat Susannah down on a chair facing the Principal’s desk and his cadaverous colleague, Bingham, bound her to it with white cords.
    ‘You’ve started badly, young lady. I’m not sure lady is the appropriate word, either. What do you have to say for yourself?’
    The Principal picked up a cane from her desk and studied it carefully as if interested in the wood.
    ‘Sorry.’
    ‘Sorry, Madam . ’
    ‘Sorry, Madam.’
    ‘You’ve seen the isolation room but you haven’t seen our punishment block, have you?’
    ‘No, Madam.’
    Miss Janus put the cane down on her desk again and went over to the bay window where she dropped the blinds and pulled the curtains.
    ‘It was distressing for me to witness your disrespect towards your parents,’ she said with her back to Susannah. ‘Don’t ever speak to me or any of my staff in that tone.’
    ‘No, Madam. Sorry, Madam.’
    ‘I wonder

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