Chapter 3

Mrs. Grotten marched Cindy out of the dorm and up the dirt road to the administration building.

It was a warm summer afternoon, but Cindy had broken out into gooseflesh, and the shapely teen shivered in fear as Mrs. Grotten cursed her and gave her tight, teenaged ass a good whack with her riding crop.

"Turn left, you little pussy-eater!"

The crop found Cindy's ass again, sizzling into the soft flesh of her asscheeks, which was just barely exposed beneath the hem of the girl's skirt.

Cindy yelped and turned up the path toward a small building that was set behind the main administration complex. The building looked to the girl to be the size of a garage, and, while the main building was constructed of sturdy brick and had been built to look old and slightly Victorian, the small building was covered with aluminum siding and looked like it had been thrown up in a few hours.

"This is the punishment and education shed," the big-titted, red- haired headmistress whispered in Cindy's ear as she stepped up behind the girl and softly rubbed her cunt mound up against Cindy's ass.

The girl shivered. Mrs. Grotten was a horrible, sex-crazed, sadistic monster!

Yet, even as the teen felt her skin crawl, her virgin cunt throbbed with warmth.

Mrs. Grotten knocked on the door with the handle of her riding crop.

"Come in," a deep male voice called from behind the door as Mrs. Grotten knocked again.

The headmistress pushed the door open, then stepped back and motioned Cindy inside.

"Move it, you little dyke," the big woman said.

She raised the crop above her head, and Cindy flinched and went through the door. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the interior of the shed.

There were large pictures on the walls, pictures of wet cunts and hard cocks in bright, vivid color. Pictures of tits with firm nipples and spread asscheeks that exposed the tight brown rings of shitters. Mixed among the pictures on the walls were manacles and handcuffs and huge dildos of every shape, size and color. Cindy's green eyes grew wide as she quickly glanced around at the nasty pictures and the assortment of sexual devices.

"Mrs. Grotten, who do we have here?"

Cindy's head swung around, her eyes drawn to a grossly fat man standing behind a desk in the back corner of the shed. The man came around the desk and started walking toward the girl. He could only have been a little more than five feet tall, but he must have weighed a good three hundred pounds.

The man was wearing only a loose-fitting pair of shorts, and his fat stomach dangled over the waistband. He stared at Cindy with lust in his watery eyes from behind the thick lenses of his glasses.

"Who do we have here?" he asked again as he stroked a stubby finger through Cindy's long, curly hair. The girl felt her stomach tie itself into knots, and Cindy prayed that she wouldn't become sick.

"This little whore is Cindy Powers," Mrs. Grotten said to Mr. Abbott as she leaned against the wall and sneered at the teen. "A new arrival. She hadn't been here twelve hours when she was discovered with that pretty little face buried down in a cunt, sucking away.

Mr. Abbott raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" he asked, lacing his fingers together behind his back and pacing slowly around the terrified girl.

Cindy could feel the fat slob undressing her with his beady eyes, and she wanted to melt into the floor.

"I would have taken care of the slut in my own way," Mrs. Grotten said, "but I know what you like, and I figure that this little bitch would suit you."

"She does indeed," Mr. Abbott said, then chuckled. He moved around in front of Cindy and looked up into the girl's eyes, where tears were starting to pool. Gently, the fat pig reached up with his hand and gave one of Cindy's perfect tits a squeeze. Cindy squirmed and bit her tongue to keep from crying out.

"Take off your dress, Cindy," Mr. Abbott said in a voice that was a whisper. "I wish to gaze upon your beautiful young body."

The young girl knew that, one way or the other, she would end up doing exactly what Mr. Abbott and the evil Mrs. Grotten wanted her to do.

Suddenly Mrs. Grotten's riding crop lashed Cindy's ass, harder than ever before.

"Goddamn, you little whore, when you're given an order, you jump!"

The crop bit into Cindy's ass again as Mr. Abbott took a step back, folding his arms over his huge belly and smiled with satisfaction.

For the third time, the headmistress sent the riding crop smashing into Cindy. "Strip, you worthless cunt!"

The third blow seemed to shake Cindy from her daze. The pain was like a thing alive all across her ass, which was being criss-crossed with ugly red welts. Cindy didn't want any more pain. Quickly, she eased the thin dress down over her shoulders and let it drop to the concrete floor.

"Lovely, yes indeed," Mr. Abbott muttered as he paced around Cindy and stared at the girl's exposed body.

The teen felt her cheeks grow red as the piggish Mr. Abbott looked her up and down. Mrs. Grotten stood by, the riding crop at the ready.

"I thought you'd like this one," Mrs. Grotten said.

"And you were right, my dear, as always." He traced a fingernail down Cindy's back, right along her spine, and it made the girl shiver. "So, little Cindy, Mrs. Grotten found you going down on another girl, eh?"

Cindy nodded.

"Answer your master, bitch!" Mrs. Grotten shouted. "Tell him what a pervert you are, what a whore you are!"

A tear trickled slowly down Cindy's cheek. The young girl sniffed, took several deep breaths, then forced the words out. "Yes, Master."

Mr. Abbott smiled and nodded. "You like licking out another girl's hot, sloppy cunt, don't you, Cindy?"

"I... I had never done it before," Cindy said in a sputtering voice. "Suzie made me do it. She made me."

Cindy felt as if she were betraying her new friend, but she had no choice. She couldn't admit that she had loved sucking Suzie's fuck- hole, loved the feel and flavor of another girl's turned-on cunt. Cindy was not ready to admit such a thing, even to herself, let alone say it in front of these two adults.

"I see," Mr. Abbott said, his eyes locked on the perfectly round globes of Cindy's tit-flesh. The girl had small pink nipples, and he reached out and pinched Cindy's nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Instantly, Cindy's nipples swelled with blood and became erect.

As Mr. Abbott continued to softly finger Cindy's stiff nipples, the youngster felt fuck-lube greasing down the inside of her virgin cunt, coating the inside walls of her pussy and wetting the lips of her cherry fuck-hole.

"Tell me that it doesn't feel good when I play with your beautiful tits, Cindy," Mr. Abbott said. "Can you tell me that?"

"It doesn't feel good," Cindy said, as much to convince herself as to convince Mrs. Grotten and Mr. Abbott. "It doesn't!"

"I see." His hands dropped from Cindy's tits as he paced around the girl once again. "So, you're just a good girl, aren't you, Cindy?"

"Yes," Cindy said as firmly as she could. With all her heart, the teen wanted to believe her own words, even though her virgin cunt was getting wetter with every second that passed. "I am a good girl! I really am!"

Mr. Abbott was nodding as though he believed Cindy, but when he came around in front to Cindy again, his expression changed suddenly. His eyes narrowed into slits and his mouth turned into a hard line. Without any warning, he sank a fat fist into Cindy's stomach.

"Bullshit!" Mr. Abbott shouted.

The blow took Cindy's breath away. The girl's knees buckled and she dropped to the hard concrete floor like a sack of flour. Now the tears broke free, raining down the girl's beautiful face in a flood as she fought to regain her breath.

"You're a no-good, pussy-sucking little bitch!" Mr. Abbott shouted as he stood over Cindy's fallen form. "I know about the girls here at Steinway, Cindy-slut! The ones who play at being so sweet and innocent turn out to be the biggest cock-pigs of all."

Cindy found the strength to shake her head violently.

"No!" she barely managed to pant as her breath slowly returned. "Good girl!"

"We'll see." Mr. Abbott turned to the headmistress. "Get the little cunt into the shackles. Time to find out if the bitch likes a big cock as much as she likes a slimy cunt."

"I'm sure she will," Mrs. Grotten said with a laugh. "I can spot a whore a mile away, and this worthless piece of shit is a true slut."

The headmistress grabbed one of Cindy's slender ankles and dragged the girl across the floor. Cindy's arms flapped about helplessly and she cried out as Mrs. Grotten dragged her nude body across the rough concrete. Cindy could feel some of her tender tit-flesh being scraped away.

When they reached the back wall, Mrs. Grotten dropped Cindy's leg to the floor. Cindy had now regained her breath, and, rolling over on her ass, the girl could see five or six different sets of shackles mounted into the wall at different levels. Just looking at the shackles made the girl's wrists and ankles ache, and Cindy prayed that she would simply die and thus be spared the terrible fate that she knew was only minutes away.

"How would you like the slut mounted?" Mrs. Grotten asked Mr. Abbott, who was stepping out of his baggy shorts and stroking his half- hard cock.

"Have her head level with my prick," Abbott said. "I'm going to rape out the whore's hot little mouth before bothering with her cunt. Look at those pouty little lips. She's a born cocksucker if I've ever seen one."

"No shit," Mrs. Grotten said as she rudely grabbed one of Cindy's wrists.

The girl tried to struggle against the powerful woman, but it was hopeless, and Cindy went limp after a second or two. The headmistress soon had the girl's arms locked into shackles. Next, Grotten spread Cindy's legs wide, turning the girl into a human wishbone and presenting her wet, virgin cunt for Mr. Abbott's inspection.

Once Mrs. Grotten had all of Cindy's limbs secured, she moved along the wall to a pulley device and pressed a button. Cindy heard the grinding of gears and her pert body was jerked rudely off the floor. Mrs. Grotten only raised her ass up a foot or so, but the shackles now dug deeply into Cindy's tender flesh as her weight was supported by her wrists and ankles.

Cindy was spread-eagled against the wall, chained and totally helpless. The tears continued to run down the girl's sweet face, but at the same time her unfucked cunt grew wetter. A little trickle of fuck- lube ran down the inside of one thigh.

"Look at that cunt get wet," Mrs. Grotten said with a shake of her head. "The whore's ripe, I tell you. She's just begging for your big cock."

"Indeed," Mr. Abbott said as he walked toward the girl. "And far be it from me to disappoint one of our students on her very first day here at Steinway.

Cindy had been staring down at the floor, afraid to look up at his heavy cock, afraid to face once and for all the horrible truth of what was happening to her.

"Look at me!" he yelled.

Against her will, Cindy raised her head. Mr. Abbott was standing two feet from the girl, his huge, hard cock right at the girl's eye level. Cindy had seen the big bulge in Abbott's shorts, but as she took her first good look at the big, meaty cock so close to her face, she let out a squeal of amazement.

She'd thought James' cock was big when he'd forced Suzie to gobble it, but Mr. Abbott's prick was a true monster. The cock-head looked to be the size of an orange, and Cindy could see the blood pumping through his stiff prick-meat.

"Look at the lust in those young eyes," Abbott said to Mrs. Grotten as he gave his cock a few strokes and moved closer to Cindy, who had clamped her mouth tightly shut. "You like my cock a lot, don't you, slut?"