by Ray Gordon
Caning Caroline's breasts, watching her areolae darken, her milk teats rise, Samantha felt her own juices of arousal seeping between the swollen lips of her vulva. She had to admit that this was a turn-on as she repeatedly lashed the girl's breasts. Looking down at her victim's painfully distended inner lips, the heavy weights swinging between her slender thighs, she realized that she was as bad as Jane as she felt her clitoris swell in anticipation of lesbian sex.
'Ah, that will be Geoff,' Jane said as the front door closed. 'Now we'll have some real fun.'
'Samantha?' Geoff breathed, bounding into the room. 'What are you doing here?'
'I've come to help with the training,' she replied, gazing at his black hair cascading over his rugged face.
'Caroline's ready for you, Geoff,' Jane said, unbuttoning his shirt and releasing his belt. 'Show Sam how you fuck our girls.'
'Oh, I will,' he chuckled, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of his trousers.
'Geoff has the biggest cock you've ever seen,' Jane laughed as he tugged his shorts down and revealed his erect organ. 'There. Now tell me you've seen a bigger cock.'
'No, no, I haven't,' Samantha replied, gazing in awe at the huge weapon.
'You can have some of this,' Geoff laughed, running his hand up and down the solid shaft of his massive penis. 'A nice length of my cock sliding right up your wet cunt—'
'That's a good idea,' Jane broke in. 'Slip your clothes off, and Geoff will teach you...'
'No, I don't think...' Samantha began.
'Are you saying that you don't want Geoff's magnificent cock?' Jane breathed, running the leather tails of the whip through her fingers.
'No, it's just that—'
'Good. In that case, strip off and bend over that table.'
Slipping her skirt and top off, Samantha knew that she'd be better off going along with the perverted pair rather than trying to oppose them. Geoff wasn't a small man in any respect, and Jane wouldn't hesitate to use the whip. Standing naked in front of Jane, Samantha wondered whether she should concentrate on her lounge and try to return to her own time. Gazing at Geoff's massive cock, his huge balls, she felt her juices of lust oozing between her engorged inner lips as her clitoris swelled and pulsated. She couldn't resist the temptation, the lure of such a magnificent penis, she knew as she watched the man fully retract his fleshy foreskin, exposing his ballooning purple knob. Walking across the room, she leaned over the table and projected the rounded cheeks of her firm buttocks. Her arms stretched out across the table, she closed her eyes as Geoff stood behind her.
'This is to ensure that you don't escape,' Jane said, clamping handcuffs around Samantha's wrists.
'Jane, no,' Samantha cried, pulling on the cuffs fixed around the table legs. 'I don't want—'
'What you do or don't want doesn't concern us,' Jane snapped. 'It's what we want that matters.'
'That's right,' Geoff rejoined, slipping his swollen knob between Samantha's puffy outer lips. 'I doubt that young Caroline wants my fucking great cock shoved up her tight cunt, but she's going to get it.'
'And you're going to get it shoved up your pretty cunt,' Jane laughed, slapping Samantha's rounded buttocks with the palm of her hand.
'Jane, take the cuffs off me,' Samantha said firmly. 'It's one thing having Geoff—'
'You don't seem to understand,' the woman cut in. 'This is our training school, our institute of correction. Not only do we train and correct girls, but anyone of any age who needs educating in the fine art of disciplined sexual pleasures.'
'Jane, what you're doing is illegal. You can't bring girls here and—'
'Illegal?' Jane laughed as Geoff slipped the swollen plum of his massive cock deep into Samantha's tightening vagina. 'There's nothing illegal about our activities here.'
'Nothing illegal?' Samantha gasped as Geoff's penis partially withdrew and then thrust back deep into the hugging sheath of her pussy.
'No,' Jane retorted angrily. 'Girls are brought here because they need to be trained and corrected, and by the way you're arguing, you're in need of some serious correction yourself. We do not tolerate insolence, Sam. The very point of this training school is to deal with people like you. All right, Geoff, give it to her, really hard.'
Her naked body rocking back and forth as the man grabbed her hips and repeatedly drove his solid cock-shaft deep into her tight vagina, Samantha knew that she was in line for the whip too. But she could leave the torture chamber and return to her lounge at any time, she knew as her vaginal muscles spasmed, gripping the pistoning penis like a velvet-jawed vice. She'd enjoy the crude fucking, take his spunk deep into her vaginal throat, and then go home to her lounge before Jane whipped her naked buttocks.
'I always fancied you,' Jane said huskily as her husband's penis squelched Samantha's copious vaginal juices. 'I used to look at you at school and imagine your little pink pussy.'
'I remember you in the tent that night,' Samantha gasped, her vaginal muscles gripping the solid shaft of Geoff's thrusting cock.
'Oh, yes. I remember that well. You were sleeping and I... I really wanted to stick my tongue between your love lips and taste your cunt. Still, I have you now. When Geoff's finished fucking you I'll tongue-fuck your pussy and suck out his spunk.'
The woman really was a nymphomaniac, Samantha reflected, hearing the deafening crack of the leather belt lash Caroline's naked body. The girl moaning through her nose as the leather tails cracked again, Samantha decided to return to her own time and then visit Jane. She had to stop the woman, she knew, as Geoff grunted and pumped his sperm deep into her contracting vagina. Closing her eyes, she thought about her lounge, concentrating on sitting on the sofa. Again she thought about the sofa, sitting there and looking around the lounge. The feel of Geoff's huge cock inflating her vaginal canal, the sound of her squelching sex juices resounding around the room, she knew that something was blocking her, preventing her from returning to her own time.
'Did you enjoy that?' Jane asked her husband as he stilled his spent cock deep within the inflamed sheath of Samantha's sperm-flooded vagina.
'God, yes,' he breathed. 'She's not a bad fuck at all.'
'And I'll bet she tastes nice,' Jane giggled. 'Hold still, Sam. I'm going to suck Geoff's spunk out of your pussy.'
Again trying to return to her own time, Samantha closed her eyes and concentrated as Jane's warm tongue snaked into her sperm-drenched vaginal sheath. Jane's lips pressing hard against the pinken funnel of flesh surrounding Samantha's burning sex hole, the older girl sucked hard, drinking the heady blend of Samantha's girl-juice and her husband's sperm. Fearing the leather whip as Jane sucked her sex canal dry, Samantha couldn't understand why she was unable to return to her lounge. If she was going to lose control over her time travelling like this, then she was going to be at risk, she knew. Again imagining being stuck back in her schooldays, she let out a yelp as Jane spanked her naked buttock with the palm of her hand.
'A good whipping is in order, I think,' Jane said huskily, rising to her feet and grabbing the cat-of-nine-tails. 'You have a perfectly rounded bottom, Sam,' she giggled. 'Perfect for the whip.'
'No,' Samantha cried as the leather tails swished through the air and landed with a loud crack across the tensed globes of her naked bottom.
'You've been asking too many questions for my liking,' Jane hissed. 'I don't like being questioned about my training school by someone who knows nothing about the fine art of discipline and sexual gratification. When we were in that tent, I wanted you. I wanted you really bad. Ever since that school trip I've thought about you, Sam. I've thought about your sweet little cunt, your tight arse... And now I have you.'
The whip landing squarely across her quivering buttocks again, Samantha bit her lip and grimaced as the stinging pain permeated the taut flesh of her naked bottom. A rush of hot liquid streaming down her inner thighs as her bladder drained, she knew that her degrading act would only heighten Jane's pleasure, drive her on to abuse her naked body in the
extreme. Listening to the golden liquid splashing on the floor between her feet, the swish of the whip repeatedly flying through the air, the deafening crack of the tails biting into her burning buttocks, Samantha let out a scream.
'Please,' she cried, her anal orbs glowing a fire-red. 'Please, no more.'
'No more?' Geoff chuckled. 'Jane's only just begun. And there's plenty for you to look forward to. My cock in your mouth, my cock up your arse, your tongue up Jane's arse... Relax and enjoy your visit to our den of correction.'
'Den of corruption,' Samantha spat back.
'She really is in need of correction,' Jane hissed. 'And I'm the one to correct her.'
They were both insane perverts, Samantha thought as the whip swished through the air again and struck the fiery cheeks of her rounded bottom. And they were going to have to be stopped. Once she returned to her own time - if she was able to return - she'd phone Jane, she decided. She'd call at her house for a coffee and a chat, gain the woman's confidence and trust, and then expose her and her evil husband. Wondering who the procurer was as the leather tails repeatedly bit into the stinging flesh of her naked bottom, she knew that she couldn't take much more of the gruelling punishment...
'Thank God,' Samantha gasped, sitting on the sofa in her lounge and looking around the room. Her buttocks stinging like hell, she wondered why she was feeling the pain now that she'd returned to her own time. There again, her hunger pains had gone when she'd returned to the basement after eating breakfast. There was so much that she didn't understand about her time travelling, she mused, grabbing her address book and dialling Jane's number. Praying for the woman to be at home, she grinned as she answered.
'Jane, it's Sam,' she said, wondering whether she'd interrupted a session of sexual abuse.
'Oh, hi Sam. How are you?'
'Fine, fine. I just happened to be reminiscing about my schooldays and remembered that camping holiday we had.'
'God, I remember it well. I've not seen you for at least a couple of years. What news have you got?'
'Not much. I'm still with the newspaper, still with Zak... well, just about.'
'Why don't you come over for a chat? I'm not doing anything in particular, so come over now.'
'OK, I'll do that. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be with you.'
'Great. I'll put the kettle on.'
Replacing the receiver, Samantha rubbed her stinging buttocks as she grabbed her handbag and left the flat. This was going to be extremely interesting, she mused, the sun warming her as she walked down the street. Wondering whether she should confront Jane, she decided to make out that she'd heard rumours of an illegal sex den in the area. Perhaps throw in a couple of frighteners, such as word has it that a schoolteacher is involved and girls are—
'Sam,' Zak called, crossing the street. 'Where are you off to?'
'I want you out of my flat,' Samantha stated firmly.
'Your flat?'
'It's in my name, Zak. It's my flat, OK?'
'But—'
'You can move in with that slut you're screwing.'
'What slut? I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Angela - the tart who loves it up her arse and likes you fucking her filthy mouth.'
'Sam, this is crazy.'
'Yes, I agree. To think that I'm chatting to Angela on the phone while you're naked in bed with her is crazy.'
'Hey, hey. You've got it all wrong, Sam. Let's talk about this, OK?'
'I don't want to talk about you fucking her arse, Zak. Move out, OK? I want you out by the time I get back.'
Leaving the man dumbfounded, Samantha walked on with a spring in her step. She couldn't afford to pay the rent on her own, but she'd worry about that later. She didn't need Zak and his cheating ways. And Angela... Angela was going to pay dearly for her betrayal. Approaching Jane's house, Sam tried to forget about the cheating pair and took a deep breath. This was going to be interesting, but it might also prove to be dangerous, she thought as she walked up the front path and rang the bell.
'Sam,' Jane said warmly, beaming and opening the door. 'It's great to see you.'
'And you,' Samantha said, smiling as she stepped into the hall.
'Come into the kitchen and we'll have a coffee. So, how are things?'
'Fine,' Samantha replied, eyeing the other woman's miniskirt, her long legs. 'How's Geoff?'
'He works away most of the time now that he's been promoted. He's in Zurich at the moment.'
'You must get bored all alone here?'
'No, not really. I have a few friends to keep me company. So, what have you been up to? How's the newspaper business?'
'I'm looking into some rumours at the moment. Apparently there's a schoolteacher in this area who lures girls to some sort of illegal sex den. I think she—'
'A schoolteacher?' Jane echoed, anxiety mirrored in her dark eyes.
'I shouldn't really say anything, but... She's known as the procurer. There's a house somewhere around here where she takes girls and—'
'The procurer?' Jane murmured, her face turning pale. 'What else have you discovered? Who knows about this, apart from you?'
'No one. I've not even told my editor yet. I think I'm on to something big.'
'Go on,' Jane said, her trembling hand spooning coffee into two cups.
'The schoolteacher takes girls to a house where a woman and her husband sexually abuse them. I've spoken to one of the girls. She's not told me a great deal but—'
'What's her name?' Jane asked, spilling the milk as she poured it into the cups.
'She wouldn't tell me her name.'
'What does she look like?'
'Oh, I don't know. Dark hair, young... It doesn't matter what she looks like. The point is—'
'I need to know what she looks like, Sam.'
'Why?'
'Because... because I think I might know who's involved.'
'Really?'
'I too have heard one or two rumours. The other day, I overheard someone saying something about a married couple who seem to have a lot of girls visit their house. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now...'
'Who was this person?'
'Just someone in a shop. I don't know them. But I did think it odd that they were talking about girls going to a house and something about a schoolteacher... Yes, that was it. They said that a schoolteacher was in on the game. As I said, I didn't think anything of it at the time. Tell me what you know and I might be able to help in some way. You never know, I might even bump into this woman again.'
'All I know is what this girl told me. She said that there's a special room with a wooden frame, whips, handcuffs... Apparently the woman wears a catsuit.'
'Didn't she say where the house was?'
'She was rather vague about that. I intend to get more out of her.'
'Yes, yes - I'm sure you will.'
Sipping her coffee, Samantha wondered what to say next as Jane changed the subject by talking about her husband's work. She'd said enough for the time being, she decided. To drop any more hints would only lay her open to suspicion. It was best to leave it at that. She'd eventually try to discover the identity of the so-called procurer. The schoolteacher would lead her to the girls, and then she'd be in a position to do something about Jane and her husband.
'I'd better be going,' she said, finishing her coffee.
'Already?' Jane asked, frowning at Samantha.
'I've got a story to write up this evening. To be honest, I didn't realize how late it was.'
'Well, it's been nice seeing you. Do keep me posted about this sex den or whatever it is.'
'Yes, yes, I will.'
'When are you seeing the girl again?'
'She's... she's coming to see me tomorrow morning,' Samantha lied, an idea coming into her mind. 'About eleven o'clock.'
'OK, I'll give you a ring and we'll chat again when you have more time.'
'Yes, I'd like that.'
Leaving the house, Samantha reckoned that Jane wou
ld be lurking somewhere in the street around eleven o'clock the following morning, hoping to get a glimpse of the non-existent girl. With Jane's husband in Zurich, this would be an ideal opportunity to go to the sex den and... and what? Thinking that she might take a few photographs as evidence of the debauchery, she finally reached her flat to find Zak moping around in the lounge. He wanted to talk, he announced as she dumped her bag on the coffee table and flopped onto the sofa.
'Talk about what?' she sighed.
'Us, Sam. What's all this crap about Angela and me?'
'You tell me. All I know is that you were naked on her bed with her. And don't deny it because you were seen.'
'Seen? If I was there, no one could have possibly seen me.'
'She wants you to dump me so that you can fuck her every night. As you told her, you fuck her most nights as it is.'
'I... Who have you been talking to?'
'Just get out, Zak. I don't want you or your cock anywhere near me. Particularly as you stick it up her arse and fuck her there.'
'All right, all right. If you want me to go, then I will. But you're making a big mistake, Sam.'
'You made the mistake, Zak. The only mistake I made was trusting you. Oh, and I mistakenly thought that my so-called best friend really was my best friend.'
'I don't know who's been telling you these lies, Sam. But I intend to find out.'
'Never in a million years will you understand this, Zak. You told me, and Angela told me.'
'I told you? What the hell do you mean? Are you saying that I lied by telling you that I was screwing Angela?'
'No, you didn't lie. You told the truth, as she did.'
'I think you've lost it, Sam. I don't know what's happened to you, but you've lost the plot.'
'All I've lost is a cheating man and a bitch of a friend. And I have to say that both losses are very much to my liking. Now I can get on with my life. And you can get on with fucking that slag's arse.'
'You'll be sorry, Sam. I really love you and—'
'And wanted to get your hands on my father's money?'