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Subject: {ASSM} story: Payne Academy Chapter 2 (Mm+f/nc/rape/torture/incest
Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is pure fiction and the
author definitely does not condone any of the events portrayed herein.
If you're not supposed to be reading this, don't.

Chapter 2

Emilie woke with a start. After the two boys had thrown her roughly
into the tiny concrete space that passed for her dorm room, things had
gotten even more outrageous. She remembered the nurse had come in and
taken out the gag, then given her some kind of shot 'to calm her
down,' she'd said. There were no windows in this room, so she had no
way of telling what time it was. It was pitch-black, and she was
tightly bound to some kind of bed. It wasn't very comfortable, to say
the least she was tied spread-eagled, and the huge rubber gag was
still in her mouth.
She lay in the dark for how long? It seemed like hours. She'd slept a
little, restless and uncomfortable, but mostly she'd lain in the dark
seething, thinking how sweet it would be when she exposed the Dean for
the pervert he was.
Finally a blinding white light went on overhead and the huge steel
door swung open. There were David and Andrew, the two boys the Dean
had called her 'sponsors,' standing over her, leering obscenely at her
naked, wide-spread form.
"It's not fair, is it? The Dean getting first crack at all the new
sluts, I mean," Andrew said, the bulge in his pants obvious.
"Those are the rules," his friend told him. "The Dean goes first, then
the rest of us. It's fine by me. I'd rather have the leftovers at
Payne Academy than the stuck-up bitches we had to suck up to back at
my old high school in the city."
"True enough. I'd love to have the head cheerleader all spread out
like this. Hear her scream while we pull out her pubes."
The two of them laughed, and Emilie felt a chill run through her body.
Was that what they were here to do? If so, there wasn't a lot she
could do about it, tied down the way she was. She couldn't even order
them to stop, not with the gag in her mouth.
David had a nasty gleam in his eye as he produced a pair of
needle-nosed pliers from his pocket, squeezing them in front of
Emilie's face.
"That's right," he said cruelly. "Girls at Payne Academy are not
permitted any hair below the neck. And since you didn't have the
foresight to shave it off before you arrived, we'll have to do it for
you."
Emilie shrieked through the gag as David knelt between her legs,
running his hand over her pubic mound, gripping a handful of her soft
reddish-blond pubes with his fingers before he began to yank them out
roughly with the pliers. She thrashed on the hard bed as he defoliated
her viciously. Andrew stood near her head, grinning at her, stroking
her face with one hand as he stroked his cock through his pants.
"I love the sound of a cunt in pain," he told Emilie. She made an
indignant noise and he laughed. "I bet you hate that word, don't you?"
he said. "Cunts like you always do. But that's what you are now.
You're a cunt. A cum receptacle. And the Dean's got something special
in mind for you. I can tell. I've never heard of him giving a new cunt
a bare-handed spanking. He must really like you."
Somehow Emilie didn't feel particularly lucky at this news. When her
pubic mound was free of hair, David pulled her roughly to her feet.
"Time to get you dressed," he said with a wicked grin. Emilie guessed
he didn't mean jeans and a T-shirt.
Andrew opened a cupboard on the wall and took out several items that
caused Emilie's blood to run cold. She couldn't guess the use of half
of them, but they all looked ominous. She moaned and struggled as the
boys began to attach the various items to her body: first David began
to stroke her nipples until, despite her revulsion, they began to
stiffen. Then, without warning, he clamped them tightly with a set of
sharp-toothed alligator clips which were tied together with a long
silver chain. They fastened a much thicker chain tightly around her
waist, cinching it in painfully, and ran another length of chain
between her legs. It caught and pinched at her newly-denuded labia,
making her whimper every time she moved. Next they took a heavy
leather strap and fastened it tightly just above her knees, binding
her legs together, effectively hobbling her.
"That's sweet," David said. He checked his watch. "Hey, it's almost
eight-fifteen. We're gonna be late for class if we don't motor."
"Man, I can't wait for second period," said his friend. The two of
them laughed excitedly as they left the room.
  			
Stefan awoke with a pleasant tingling in his loins, wondering if the
previous day had all been a dream. His new roommate, Paul, had brought
him straight from the Dean's office to a room he called the Dungeon.
At first Stefan thought he'd misheard, then wondered if 'dungeon' was
some kind of slang term for the school library or something. He
couldn't believe his eyes when he'd seen the room - a medieval torture
chamber filled with screaming young girls in various stages of agony
and degradation.
One girl's already-large breasts were encased in glass jars attached
to a vacuum pump, and as the pump sucked the air out of the jars her
tits expanded mightily until they looked like they were ready to
burst.
Another girl was chained straddling what looked to be a long,
triangular piece of wood. She was chained by her neck to the ceiling
in such a manner that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes or the
chain would tighten around her neck. But she had obviously been
standing that way for quite some time, and her legs were so exhausted
they were ready to give out. So every time she tried to rest, she
would inflict upon herself the double torture of having the chain
tighten around her neck and letting the entire weight of her body
press her swollen, sensitive sex against the sharp wooden beam.
A third girl was inching her way along the floor toward a bowl of
water on the floor - crawling was the wrong word, as she was bound in
the most remarkably elaborate fashion Stefan could have ever imagined.
Her legs were bent double, calves bound to thighs with thick coarse
rope wound around and around each limb. Her arms were bent behind her
back and tied together at the elbows and wrists. The rope snaked
around her front to her breasts, large and heavy and bound so tightly
they were hard and purple, engorged with blood and nipples bulging.
Stefan turned in amazement to his new friend.
"What the hell kind of place is this?" he demanded.
Paul smiled.
"Welcome to Payne Academy," he said. "Where boys are sent to become
fully capable sadists, and girls are sent to learn their rightful
place in society. This is our medieval torture techniques classroom.
That's the rack over there, and that cupboard is full of whips and
restraints."
Stefan's eyes bulged out of his head. They weren't the only thing
bulging, as his tour guide noted with a grin.
"Looks like you're just about ready to get started," Paul said. "Come
on, I'll show you the rec room."

Stefan lay in bed the next morning, stroking his cock as he thought
fondly of his time in the rec room. There'd been half a dozen girls in
there, who, Paul said, were being graded on their ability to please
the male students. One girl had brought him a cold drink, another had
offered him snacks from a tray. A third had dropped to her knees and
asked permission to suck his cock. By the time he'd left the room two
hours later, he and Paul had had their dicks in every one of the
girls, and had cum several times apiece.
Across the room, Paul rolled out of bed with a yawn only to catch his
new roommate in the act.
"Hey, man. Don't be doing that," he said with a smile. "You'll have
plenty of places to stick that later in the morning - don't be wasting
it on your hand."
Stefan sat up with an embarrassed smile. Stefan had only had one
sexual experience before this, when Katie Wilson had given him a
blowjob at a party the previous winter. Now, after one day at Payne
Academy, he was going to be able to fulfill every depraved fantasy
he'd ever had and then some. Yes, he thought, he was going to like
boarding school a whole lot.

Emilie, on the other hand, was not having such a fantastic experience.
The Dean had come to fetch her shortly after her 'sponsors' had left,
a cold, cruel smile on his ugly face.
"So, Emilie, are you ready for your first day of classes?"
Emilie wasn't able to speak around the huge ball gag in her mouth, but
grunted angrily at the Dean.
"Ah, I see," he said, looking her up and down carefully. "Well, let's
get going." He grabbed the chain connecting her nipple clamps and gave
it a sharp tug. Emilie shrieked with pain as the clips cut into her
already-sore nipples and stumbled forward, only able to move her feet
an inch or two at a time.
"It won't hurt if you keep up to me," the Dean said, and gave another
tug. Emilie began to cry at this, and shuffled her feet enough to move
forward slightly. The Dean smiled. "That's the idea," he said. "We'll
be down in the classroom in plenty of time for second period."
Emilie's trip through the corridors was excruciating, as they seemed
to pass hundreds of boys eagerly leering at her as she shuffled her
way toward what she knew was going to be a horrible, humiliating
experience.

Stefan filed into the auditorium with the rest of the male students
and took a seat near the back, beside Paul. On the way in, a girl at
the door - wearing five inch heels and nipple clamps and nothing else
- handed him an envelope.
"Don't open it yet," Paul said. "The Dean will tell you when."
As the rest of the boys took their seats the Dean suddenly appeared,
tugging a red-haired girl by a chain attached to two alligator clamps
that bit painfully into her nipples. Stefan's jaw dropped when he
realized it was his sister.
"That's -" he managed to sputter.
"Yeah." Paul grinned. "It's her initiation. First the Dean's gonna use
her, and then she's gonna take every cock in this room.
Stefan coughed so hard several boys in front turned to look at him.
"But I can't - " he whispered hoarsely. "My dad would -"
"Come on," Paul said. "He wouldn't have signed the permission form if
he didn't know. Didn't he and your mom come up for an orientation
weekend?"
Stefan's eyes widened. He'd watched Emilie parading around the house
in her skimpy little outfits for years, listened to the way she teased
the boys she brought home. How many times he'd wanted to see her
punished for that, see her learn she couldn't treat men like that. But
he'd been weak, quiet, sat by and watched her get away with it. Now,
realizing that she was about to get what was coming to her, Stefan's
heart raced.
"So what's in the envelope?" he said.
"It's a number and a hole. Obviously we have to take turns fucking
her, so to keep things moving everyone is assigned an order and a
hole. We'll go three at a time until everyone in the boys' school has
had their turn. If you get a low number, you'll wait here until it's
your turn. If you get a higher number, you can go into the rec room or
the Medieval Torture room or the gym until it's closer to your turn.
Or you can stay here and watch."
Stefan grinned. There was no way he was going to another room for any
part of this. He'd waited years to see Emilie reduced to a wailing,
quivering collection of fuckholes, and he wanted to witness every
second.

"This is Emilie," the Dean was saying. "But from today onward her name
will be 'cunt.' Emilie has been teasing cocks for years. She is a
wilful, disobedient slut, and today we're going to begin the process
of turning her into a cockslave. By the time she has graduated, Emilie
will know her place in society, and she will be very gifted at giving
pleasure to her Masters."
"Boring," said Paul, leaning over to whisper to Stefan. "He gives this
same speech every time. It's ninety per cent to scare the slut, not
for our benefit."
On stage, the Dean had begun to remove Emilie's bonds. He undid the
chain around her waist, the strap around her knees, and finally the
ball gag in her mouth. She began to howl as soon as he did this,
screams of "Let me go! Somebody help me!"
The Dean was more than a match for her, though, and held her tightly
with her arms pinned against her sides.
"See, Emilie, this entire room is full of boys who are going to fuck
you," he said. "The only way out of the room is to get past them. Do
you think they're going to help you? They're just waiting to use your
body. And if you try to resist, they're going to hurt you. So you see
how silly it is for you to struggle or try to get away, don't you?"
"Fuck you!" she wailed at the Dean. "I'm going to kill you!"
"I don't think so, Emilie. If you tried to hurt me, there'd be a room
full of men who would be more than willing to hurt you right back, and
a whole lot worse. So your best bet is just to lay back and try to
enjoy yourself. You're going to be here for a long, long time. It'll
take hours for you to get through all these cocks. Maybe all day.
Sometimes it even takes all night, the first time."
Emilie began to cry now, loudly, as she realized her predicament. The
Dean used the chain on her nipple clamps to lead her to a long, low
table and lay her on it. She didn't struggle, didn't try to run, just
lay back, her chest heaving with sobs as the Dean spread her legs
wide. Her hips hung off the edge of the table, presumably so someone
could stand between her legs for easy access. The Dean stood there
now, unzipped his pants.
"I had the school nurse examine Emilie last night," he told the
school, "and as it turns out, for all her cock-teasing, young Emilie
has never let a boy get into her panties. So we will be taking this
little slut's virginity today, as well as initiating her into her new
life."
A smattering of applause went through the room at this, and a few
catcalls and wolf whistles could be heard around the room.

Emilie lay on the table, her sobs subsiding, watching as the huge man
standing over her unleashed his cock from his trousers. It was huge,
bigger than she'd imagined one could be, uncircumsized and throbbing.
The Dean grinned down at her as he rubbed it between her legs, finding
her cuntlips - which were sore and swollen already from being caught
in the chain - and plunging his cock deep into her with a single
thrust.
"Ohh, oww, it HURRRTS! Take it OUT! Take it OUUUUUTTTT!" Emilie
wailed, thrashing about on the table. The Dean began to fuck her
mercilessly, pumping in and out of her so hard she wasn't able to
articulate words after just a few thrusts. He kept going for a long
time, pumping away at her tight virgin pussy until finally he thrust
deep inside her and moaned heavily.

Once he had pulled out, it took the Dean a second to regain his
composure.
"That was lovely. Nice and tight," he said with a grin. "Now, for the
rest of you. Everyone will open his envelope, please."
Stefan tore open his envelope with vigour. It said M-02. 
"That means you're going to be the second one to fuck her mouth," Pete
said, looking over his shoulder. "Lucky bastard. I've got C-52. Her
cunt's gonna be a nice mess by the time I get to it. Oh, well, I still
can't wait. She's fucking hot."
Stefan felt his cock twitching with excitement as he moved to stand in
line behind the two boys who would be the first to use his sister's
mouth. The first boy stood over her and pulled her head back
unceremoniously, shoving his cock so far into her throat that she
gagged.
"Try to relax your throat, Emilie," the Dean said, standing over her.
"It'll help you learn to control that gag reflex. Which will be
completely gone by the end of today, by the way."
The boy began to thrust into her mouth as another boy took his place
between her legs and lined his cock up with her tight, unlubricated
asshole. His cock wasn't particularly big, especially after the
Dean's, but as he shoved it into her virgin asshole Emilie thought he
must have a cock the size of a donkey's. He had cum inside her in no
time, and after a minute or two the boy fucking her throat came as
well.
"Swallow it all, Emilie," the Dean said almost gently, stroking her
throat as the boy pulled out. "Just relax and learn to enjoy the
taste. It's all you're going to have to eat for a few days, so you
don't want to waste any."
The next boy between her legs was fucking her cunt, and Emilie barely
took any notice of him as he slipped into her already-greased hole.
What she did notice was that the next boy stepping up to her top half
was her brother. Suddenly she seemed to find her bitchy personality
again, and hissed up at him, "What the fuck do you think you're
doing?"
"My homework," Stefan said with a smile. "And making sure you study
hard in the meantime."
And without another word he slipped his cock between his sister's full
pink lips.
Emilie began to cry harder, although the friction of her sobs only
served to give Stefan greater pleasure. He began to thrust hard into
her stretched throat as another boy mounted her cunt.
Yes indeed, he thought with a satisfied grunt, finally unloading his
balls into Emilie's throat. Boarding school was going to be VERY good
to him.

End of Part Two. Questions/Comment/Suggestions for Part Three can be
sent to worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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