Chapter 10

He sent them both to get washed. In Lavine Belmont’s room, she was being fucked up the arse again; and with the tacit acceptance or approval of Christopher Conch, she was fingering her own vagina. Caroline Carter was stroking herself as quietly as possible, convinced that if she was discovered, they would make her into a sexual sandwich. Perhaps they would have, but Conch was focussing on pretending Belmont’s pretty bottom was a male one, and Belmont was imagining being a sexual plaything for a sadistic head teacher. They all found their fantasies helped.

Back in Fiona’s room, a boy, Rupert Henshaw was telling Duncan something. “And so, you see, I thought you should know.” He had quizzed his girl when she started making lewd, rude, and surprising suggestions; she was starting to think for herself again.

Duncan checked with his two girls. “So, you are enjoying yourselves? You want to suck me off.”

Fiona smiled, but Abigail responded “Never liked the taste that much, but I will if you want.” Yes, it was wearing off. Damn. Seemed like maybe all the activity helped denature the drug faster. It was getting late, he decided to take a chance until morning. “Okay, Rupe. Lets see if we have a last evening?”

“Could give them all some more? I mean...”

“Tempting, but no. We don’t know anything about side effects. Have you serviced Mrs Halbrook yet?”

“My mother?” Fiona interrupted. “Go and fuck her, wear her out, the old bitch.”

“What she said. Pass the word around, every half hour instead of hourly, okay? And we all leave at 7am tomorrow. And Fiona? You’ve been rude about your mother again! Come here. Yes, a good spanking is called for.”

Fiona obeyed, but seemed less willing to submit, still, maybe this time it would be a genuine punishment. He spanked her hard with his hand on her bare behind, then told Abigail to continue. Their hands stung with the effort, but so did her bottom. Then he had her bend over and fucked her from behind whilst he had Abigail slap her tits (gently). “You must not be rude about your mother, nor about the head teacher. Now, tell me your worst, I mean most disgusting fantasy, both of you.”

Abigail’s was too disgusting to contemplate. It was impossible to think that, during boring lessons, this innocent looking girl might be imagining such depravity. Fiona explained hers. “I’m kneeling with my head looking up; a girl comes towards me and stands with her legs apart. Then she pees and directs the stream at my mouth. It turns me on.”