by Alan Raison
“Put hands under tits and offer them to brother.”
Trembling with fear Janice put her hands under her breasts and lifted them until they were offered to Yannik. He grinned and took them in his hands and began to squeeze them, then he lowered his head and licked them, sucking on her nipples and looking up into her eyes.
She closed her eyes tight and stood as still as she could, until Bilic wrenched her away and shoved her across the kitchen, making her stumble in her high heels.
“Enough fun for you, cook meal.”
With her breasts still free she put the two meals in the microwave, and when they were ready put them on a pair of plates. Bilic told her to put them on trays and follow them.
Carrying a tray balanced on each hand she managed to walk to the living area where the brothers sat down in old armchairs.
“Kneel there,” Bilic ordered, pointing to a point in between the two chairs. Janice sank down onto her knees and put her head on her chest.
“I bet girly hungry,” Bilic said, cuffing her lightly to make her look up. He held out a piece of meat and said. “Eat!”
Yannik gave out one of his manic giggles and also held out a piece of meat and the two fed her like a pet dog for the next few minutes. When the meal was over Janice was told to get two beers from the fridge and bring them back. Bilic opened his and told Janice to open her mouth and tip her head back, and he poured the beer down her throat until she choked and the beer came back up and down the front of her dress.
Bilic shook his head. “You very dirty girly, you need another spankee?”
“No please don’t,” Janice begged.
“I don’t know, dirty girlies need spankee often, so they learn.” He was silent for a moment, and then a hard look came into his eyes. “Maybe you want to please Bilic and Yannik now. Give Bilic good sucking maybe.”
“No, no please don’t make me please.” She looked up at the large hairy man, but saw no compassion in his eyes at all.
He leaned down and grabbed her chin. “You want spankee or you want to suck? Decide dirty girly.”
Her backside and legs still burned and ached form where they had punished them before, she moaned as he twisted her jaw.
“Suck! Suck!” Janice began to cry again, she couldn’t take any more of this degradation. Bilic stood up and fixed her arms to the back of her collar again. Pulled his boxer shorts down, sat and pulled her forwards until her nose was hovering over his stiff penis.
Opening her mouth Janice began to take it inside for her first ever blow job. Bilic lost patience and gripped the back of her head and pushed it down until the end of his prick was pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back but he held her firm for a few moments, before brining her head up and then he started to fuck her mouth slowly.
Every so often he would hold her head down until she began to choke and then release it before she passed out. Then she felt fingers holding the lips of her pussy apart and delving inside, and then something larger was pressed against the opening. Yannik gripped her hips and began fucking her from behind, pushing right up against her sore backside, slowly withdrawing and driving in hard.
Janice tried to escape this unwanted use of her body but Bilic held her firm, and while he fucked her mouth his brother fucked her from behind. She felt both of the brothers begin to pulse and she was suddenly filled in both ends. Bilic’s semen shot down her throat with so much force that she tried to swallow as much as she could, but it spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin. The force of Yannik’s ejaculation caused her to orgasm as well, and when he fell back with a sigh she could feel it running down the inside of her thighs.
Bilic pushed her off his softening penis and she fell onto her back, groaning and curling herself into a ball. She lay on the floor, sobbing at this latest degradation, until Bilic kicked her with his foot.
“Get more beer!” he ordered.
She dragged herself up and returned with two more cans of beer, sank to her knees and hung her head down. The two brothers didn’t even bother to pull up their shorts, they just sat there drinking beer and looking at her.
Finally Bilic rose and pulled his dirty boxers up and got out a vacuum cleaner, plugging it in he said; “Dirty, slutty girly clean this room now.
Janice got up; her brain was fogged by what she had endured so far and she was automatically obeying the people who had used and humiliated her, and she began to push the vacuum over the floor. At one point she was listlessly pushing the vacuum across the floor when she stopped in front of a cracked dirty mirror and she caught her own reflection.
Her hair was lank and straggly, her eyes were red with crying, and dried semen was splattered across her naked breasts. She was unrecognisable to the young, idealistic girl of a week ago, who had come up with a plan to put the world to rights.
What had she done to herself? She and Marcus had invented the false persona of Julie Gibson, a cheat, thief and prostitute, to get her in here without really thinking what the consequences would be. Now she was here, presented to two thugs to use as they pleased, she had no idea what the time was but she knew the abuse would go on all night. A sudden pain hit her calves; Bilic and Yannik had picked up belts each and had struck her calves with them.
“Keep cleaning girly, lots more to clean yet,” Bilic said, flicking the belt again.
Janice resumed pushing the vacuum around the room with the two brothers snapping at the bottom of her legs until they were as red as her thighs and backside.
When they decided that she had done enough she had to kneel in front of them again, they sat wearing only tee-shirts and their readiness for more fun was evident, she was given the choice of, ‘Spankee,’ or ‘Suck’, again, and she moved on her knees towards Bilic’s chair silently, beaten down, not wanting the pain of any more punishments. Bilic cuffed her hard on the side of the head. “You suck Yannik,” his brother giggled, “we good family, we share.”
Yannik grabbed her hair and put his twitching prick into her mouth, holding on to her head he moved it back and forth, making little sounds of pleasure as he did so. Bilic went round to her rear and took the vibrator out of her arse and then buried himself deep inside of her. With her arms fixed to her collar they both used her again, this time it took longer and when Yannik’s gooey, salty spunk went down her throat she thought she might be sick.
They left her on the floor again when they had finished with her and got their own beers from the fridge. Bilic grabbed Janice’s hair again and put her on her feet. “You having good time, girly.” He shook her head, making her squeal in pain. “You answer Bilic slut.”
“Please leave me alone!” Janice begged.
He suddenly pushed her face into his and shoved his tongue down her throat; Janice struggled weakly but couldn’t escape from this forced piece of loving. “Sure you having good time, I know when dirty girly come, you come lots of time.” Bilic let go of her hair and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.
She was given a basket to carry and taken upstairs where she was told to collect all the dirty clothing from the brothers’ bedrooms and then bring it back down to the kitchen. She was then made to crawl on all fours and pick up their dirty underwear in her teeth and put it the basket, they slashed at her with the belts to make her move faster where she loaded it into the washing machine, once it was washed she loaded into a drier and while it was drying the brothers were ready for another round of their own brand of fun.
This time they remained standing while she knelt between them. They made her alternate sucking them; first Bilic and then Yannik until they were ready to come then both brothers shot their loads all over her face and hair, laughing as they did so.
“She really dirty girly now!” Yannik laughed.
“They all are brother, they all are dirty girlies.” Bilic said as he walked away and slump
ed in his chair. Janice was left kneeling in the kitchen her head down.
Eventually he returned, heaving her up and putting her on her feet.
“Dirty maid follow me.”
He led her back upstairs to the bathroom and turned the taps on; gripping the front of the maid’s dress he ripped it off and said. “It time for bath slut, but first you piss.”
He sat her on the toilet and watched as she let go, the beer that had been forced upon her had filled her bladder and she went to the toilet right in front of the grinning brothers. There was about three inches of cold water in the bath and Bilic made Janice stand in it while he and Yannik covered their hands in soap and then began to rub them all over her body. Then they made her kneel on all fours and Yannik removed the head off the shower and inserted the pipe deep into her pussy, laughing at the way she reacted when he turned the cold water on full. Then they did the same to her anus, water ran out and down her legs, Janice cried and moaned, but this just spurred the brothers on.
They made her sit and they shampooed her hair, then pulled her from the bath and towelled her down. They gave her a brush and stood her in front of the mirror and watched from behind as she brushed her hair. From her waist to her ankles was different shades of red from the punishments she had taken. Her backside was the worst, darker bruised sections could be seen.
Still naked they made her clean the bathroom, scrub the bath and the toilet, mop the floor and put the towels into the basket.
As she knelt on the floor Bilic patted her head and said; “Time for bed, girly. You sleep in guest room.”
He pushed her through a door into a room which contained only a mattress on a bed frame. They pushed her onto the bed and secured her wrists and ankles to each corner so she was spread open. Bilic forced a bar gag into her mouth and then pulled a thick black bag over her head, cutting off all light. For the first time in hours Janice felt something else than despair, fear. She began to thrash around on the bed, screaming behind her gag, she promised to do whatever they wanted, just don’t leave her like this in the dark.
“Girly shush,” she heard Bilic say. “This help girly stay calm.”
Janice felt thumbs on the inside of her thighs and then on the lips of her pussy as they prised them open. A tongue was pushed in and searched out her clit, which it sucked on. In moments Janice’s hands curled into fists and her body lifted off of the bed in one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.
The bondage, the blindness and the way the brothers had manhandled her while bathing her had combined to set her senses on edge. Bilic’s tongue up her pussy, something she had never experienced before had sent her over the top, the whole bed shook with her reactions.
The she heard Yannik say; “My turn, my turn.”
His full weight came down on her as he pushed his erect penis fully inside of her and began to lick and maul her tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples with great force, fortunately he came quickly and she heard the two brothers leave, a few minutes later the heard the sound of the television being turned on.
Her despair overwhelmed her as she lay bound hand and foot. The Headmaster would never come back for her and she would spend the rest of her life as a fuck toy for two thugs. She was bone tired; multiple orgasms, the physical labour of cleaning caused her fall into a light sleep.
As the night went on the brothers came and went as they pleased, using her and then leaving her again. When morning came she was released and massaged until she could stand up on her own, taken back down to the kitchen she was dressed in a bib apron and made to cook breakfast for the brothers. She stood at the cooker, dry eyed now, with her bare backside and legs on full view, feeling the brothers eyes on her every moment.
They fed her again from their hands and then, once she had cleaned up, bent her across the kitchen table. First Bilic fucked her, and then Yannik took his turn. Janice lay quietly, not moving, not protesting, her spirit broken for the moment.
They took her back down to the cellar and hoisted her up again; wetting her down with the hose then they rubbed her down and dried her off. Putting her on her knees, her wrists were connected to her ankles and she knelt on the hard concrete floor, naked, her wet hair hanging down in front of her face.
Bilic lifted her chin up. “So girly have good time? Bilic said that he and Yannik give slut plenty orgasms, was Bilic right?”
Janice looked into the fat man’s cruel eyes and said nothing, so he shook her jaw until she answered. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
“That better, good girlies always polite, rude girlies get spankee. Now girly thank Yannik as well.” He released his hold on her jaw and she looked at his skinny brother. “Thank you Sir.”
Yannik giggled again and clapped his hands. “She suck us again?” he asked his brother.
Before he could answer another voice replied. “No I think that’s enough for now, don’t you Mr. Bilic?”
The Headmaster cut the live feed to the Lodge after Janice began to suck Bilic’s dick, he knew once she had decided to co-operate then events would follow a predictable pattern, Bilic and his brother did not have a lot of imagination. When he picked her up in the morning she would be pathetically grateful to be allowed back into the academy.
Dinner was over at the academy and the wards were locked up in their dorms. The tension was high as the wards realised that Gibson had absconded, and they were wondering how she had done it, and if she would be successful.
Lucy Harris was wondering how he was going to punish her, she knew the way he treated her when he visited her in the gym was just playing, but now she had messed up and was in real trouble.
She got some startled looks off of the wards as she arrived for dinner dressed in the staff uniform, and not her normal track suit. She was trying to say, ‘look I can be a proper member of staff’ to the Headmaster. He glanced her way once and said nothing.
After dinner Isabella was given the task of escorting the wards to their dorms and the rest of the staff disappeared quickly to the staff room, only Lucy remained behind.
The silence was so thick it could have been cut with a knife, before Lucy broke and said. “I’m really sorry Sir. I didn’t think Gibson would try to run so soon after getting here.”
He said nothing for several minutes, the tension building up so much Lucy began to shuffle her feet like a schoolgirl, and then he said. “Report to my room at nine thirty,” and he turned and left.
Lucy went to the staff room and tried to relax, but she was on edge the whole time. The Headmaster was the only man she would answer to, and she hated the thought that she had let him down. Just after she started here she had lost a ward, and he had pounded her backside until she broke down and cried.
He came in and said that Gibson had been caught and would be spending the night at the Lodge. Lucy did think, ‘Poor Bitch’, for a moment and then realised that she was in trouble because of that cow, she would suffer even more when she got her back into her class.
Lucy had spent a night in the Lodge when she was a ward here, five years ago. She always said that the Headmaster was the only man who had ever fucked her, but there were two other, Bilic and his giggling brother Yannik.
She was spanked, whipped, and belted until she agreed to suck Bilic off, she lasted hours before they broke her, then they dressed her up as a maid and used her until the Headmaster came and collected her the next morning. He had looked like a god when he appeared in the cellar. It was at that moment, some eight months into her sentence that she realised that she now only wanted to please him.
The Staff room emptied, the new tutors not quite sure of what was going on, but glancing at the woman who tormented them the most in their time as wards, as they left with their mistresses.
At the appointed time Lucy knocked on the Headmaster’s door and was told to enter. She found him sitting in a chair with a cup
of coffee watching television. She stood in to one side of him and waited to be acknowledged, it was one of his favourite games; keep the penitent girl waiting, raising the tension.
She stood as still as she could for over five minutes before he turned the television off and looked up at her.
“I’m very disappointed Lucy. You are one of my most experienced staff members, and you’ve let me down.” He kept his gaze locked with hers. “You thought she wouldn’t run because she had only just arrived?”
“The wards are usually in shock for a few days Sir, after initiation they’re mostly submissive and obedient. I misjudged Gibson.” Lucy shuffled a little on the carpet, she hated dressing downs like this, and it made her feel sixteen again.
“You got careless, Miss Harris, over confident, thought you knew it all.”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” She took a deep breath. “I need to be punished Sir.” How did he get her to say these things? No other man, had ever had such a hold over her.
“Yes you do Lucy,” his hand slid up in between her legs and he began to caress her pussy. “You know where the paddles are kept, go and fetch one.”
She fetched a leather paddle and knelt down in front of him, holding it out she said. “Please punish me with this Sir.”
“Thank you, remove your outer clothing.” Lucy took off her blouse and skirt, folded them neatly and returned to stand in front of him. She had gone all out and was wearing a pair of matching lacy panties and bra. He slid his hands up her slim well muscled thighs and pulled the panties down and off, and then handed back the paddle and invited her to lie across his lap.
Once she was settled and in position her rubbed all around her pert backside and then began to slow spank her until some colour came into her cheeks. Then he increased his speed and began to really hit home as hard as he could, Lucy began to wriggle on his lap, gripping hard on the paddle as the pain began to build.