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Subject: {ASSM} Payne Academy Chapter 3 (M+F, nc, torture, rape etc.)
Date: Tue,  2 Oct 2001 16:10:03 -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.

Payne Academy
by e. wolf
Chapter Three

*in which we rejoin Stefan and his sister Emilie during their first
week at Payne Academy, the premiere school for young sadists and
slaves*

Emilie awoke with the salty taste of cum in her mouth, her legs caked
with dried sperm that had leaked from her cunt and asshole. It took
her a moment to realize why she felt uncomfortable, her shoulders
aching, her nether regions so sore she couldn't even bring her legs
together. Except that that wasn't the only reason she couldn't close
her legs. She glanced down and realized her ankles were cuffed into
the ends of a metal bar that kept her ankles spread painfully apart.
Her shoulders ached because her arms were stretched over her head from
a chain in the ceiling.
"Okay, cunt," a voice was saying. "It's shower time."  
Emilie whimpered as she realized her 'sponsors,' David and Andrew,
were both in the room with her. Andrew was holding a nasty-looking
wire brush, and David had a black rubber hose with a high-pressure
nozzle on the end. She shrieked as he let loose a stream of ice-cold
water against her sore, naked skin, then howled as his friend began to
scrape the dried cum from her legs and face with the wire brush.
When they were finished washing her, Emilie hung limply from the
chains in the ceiling, shivering with the cold. She sobbed helplessly.
How could this have happened to her? Just two days ago she'd been a
normal girl, one of the most popular kids at her school. She could
have had any boy she wanted wrapped around her finger - and now here
she was, at the mercy of a school full of budding sadists.
Andrew had done a very thorough job with the brush, shoving it deep
inside first her cunt, then her asshole, leaving both passages raw and
burning. He shoved two fingers up her cunt, smiling when he pulled
them out with blood on them.
"Nice," he said with a grin. "We'll have to disinfect that cunt of
yours before anyone else uses it.
But we'll take you to the Medieval Torture classroom to do that.
That's our next class anyway. Besides, I think somebody else wants to
use this room to shower their slut."
"Hang on," David said, pulling his half-hard cock out of his black
pants. "First things first. I only got to fuck her cunt yesterday, and
it was a real sloppy mess by the time I got to it. Now I want a
blowjob. She should be a real expert after yesterday."
Andrew unhooked Emilie's wrists from the overhead hook and shoved her
roughly to her knees.
She knew what to do - only the day before she'd had every single cock
in the school in one of her holes. She figured a blowjob was the best
possible option at the moment, given that her other two holes had just
been scraped raw with a wire brush, and it was with something like
gratitude that she began to slurp eagerly at her sponsor's stiffening
member.
"Man, I take that back," Andrew said with disgust. "She's fucking
pathetic at this." He slapped her hard across the face. "That's enough
of that, slut. Let's take her to the Medieval Torture room and get
some disinfectant in that asshole of hers. Then we can start training
her to suck cock properly."
And with that he gripped her by the collar, pulling it tightly around
her neck, and dragged her out of the room.

Emilie's brother Stefan, meanwhile, was enjoying himself in the
school's rec room. His previous day had been tiring: first he'd fucked
his bitchy older sister's throat, then spent the afternoon in a
seminar called Introduction to Restraints. The teacher, a tall,
dark-haired man called Mr. Scabian, had brought out a selection of
girls of a variety of ages and body types.
"Now, these girls are all Payne Academy students, so of course they're
learning to be pliant and submissive," he'd told the class. "But once
you leave our hallowed halls, not every cunt you'll meet will be as .
. . willing . . . as our lovely young ladies here. So it's very
important that you know how to immobilize a bitch in a variety of
ways."
They'd spent the rest of the afternoon practising: hogties, breast
binding, suspension, and some very intricate knots Mr. Scabian had
said were Japanese styles.
"You'll learn more about that in another seminar next semester," he'd
said.
Stefan's 'partner' for the seminar was a slightly plump senior girl
with curly brown hair. She had lovely round tits, 40D, and Stefan had
a wonderful time tying them so tightly they swelled round and purple.
He couldn't resist slapping them a few times, making the girl whimper
with pain.
"Now, now, Stefan," Mr. Scabian had said, turning around with a smile.
"Tit torture is another lesson for another day." He'd pinched the
girl's wide pink nipples, though, winking at Stefan. "Although I can
see where it would be tempting to jump ahead in our studies in this
case."
By the end of the lesson Stefan's cock was practically jumping out of
his pants, and during the last few exercises he'd pulled the ropes so
tight around his partner that he'd rubbed her skin raw in several
places. It was a grand relief to him - and to his classmates - when
Mr. Scabian said he was wrapping up the lesson twenty minutes early so
the boys could play with their partners a while.
Stefan had bent the girl double, tied her wrists tightly to her ankles
so she could barely keep her balance as he thrust his cock deep into
her tight, unlubricated asshole and fucked her mercilessly.
On his way out of the classroom Mr. Scabian caught up to him, threw an
arm around his shoulders.
"I'm very impressed, my boy," he told Stefan. "I know this is only
your second day, but I've got to say you're a natural. You'll be a
full-fledged sadist in no time."

For the moment, though, Stefan was content to sit back in a chair in
the rec  room, slouching down with his legs wide, watching TV while a
naked female student knelt between his thighs, lovingly licking his
scrotum and asshole. Stefan's roommate Paul was fucking the girl from
behind.
He was getting close to cumming when a third boy burst into the room.
"Hey, Lavigne! Is that your sister, the redheaded cunt who got
initiated yesterday?"
Stefan looked up.
"Yeah. What about her?"
"She's in the Medieval Torture room. Thought you might want to go have
a look."
"Cool. What are they doing to her?"
"Just disinfecting her right now. But it looks like it could get
interesting from there. One of her sponsors said she did a lousy job
sucking his cock, so now they're gonna punish her."
Stefan felt his cock twitch at the idea of watching his sister
tortured. He pushed the girl in front of him out of the way and stood
up.
"All right. Lead the way," he said.

Emilie's throat was raw from screaming - she'd had her cunt and
asshole rinsed out with rubbing alcohol, and now she was stretched
wide on an X-frame, her wrists and ankles strapped to the rough wood
as she lay helpless. The frame was set at an angle, with Emilie's head
about a foot and a half higher than her feet, which meant she had to
support her head at an awkward angle.
Her neck was already quite stiff, and she longed to just lay back on a
pillow and rest.
"Wow, Emilie," a familiar voice said from behind her. "Too bad all the
kids at our old school can't see you now, eh?"
Emilie glanced up to see her brother standing over her, a wicked grin
on his face. Somehow seeing him there, remembering how
enthusiastically he'd  participated in her humiliation the day before,
Emilie managed to forget that she was at the mercy of these sadistic
boys.
"You little bastard," she managed to hiss at him. "You'll be sorry for
this. I'll pay you back for this if it's the last thing I do."
"Wow," said Andrew, who was just tightening a strap around Emilie's
waist, cinching it tight against the wooden frame. "Your sister's got
some mouth on her."
"Yeah." Stefan scowled. "Wish we could do something about that."
"Well," Andrew said, "as a matter of fact, I was just thinking that
myself." He went to a cupboard and produced a vicious-looking set of
forceps and a small black box. Then he crossed back to where Emilie
was and grabbed her jaw in his free hand. She let out a moan of
protest, but with the pressure of his fingers against her jawbone she
had no choice but to open her mouth. In a flash Andrew had thrust the
forceps into Emilie's mouth and seized her tongue, stretching it as
far out of her mouth as it would go. She made a noise like 'Eeeuhh,
euhh,' which made the cocks of all the boys in the room - seven or
eight of them altogether - throb with excitement. Andrew reached into
the little black box he'd grabbed and produced a huge metal spike,
about six inches long with
a sharp point at the end. With his left hand Andrew held Emilie's
tongue taut, while with the other he jabbed the spike into her tongue.
Emilie screamed, began to thrash wildly as the spike went through her
tongue.
"There you go, cunt," he said with a grin. Emilie wailed incoherently,
tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth. Of course the huge spike
through it prevented her from doing so, and she lay helplessly
bawling, her bloodied tongue sticking as far out of her mouth as it
would go.
"That's sweet," Stefan said, his cock twitching. "I didn't realize we
were allowed to, um, pierce the sluts."
"We're allowed to do anything except snuff them, for the most part."
David said. "We can pierce them, brand them, tattoo them, whatever we
want. Now, some of the girls are here on special programs so there are
certain things we're not allowed to do to them, but pretty much
anything goes."
"Special programs?" 
"Yeah. They were sent here for specific reasons. You'll figure it out
as we go along." He glanced over at Emilie. "You know, we really
should disinfect that tongue."
With that, he pulled his cock out of his pants and let loose a stream
of piss into Emilie's wide-open mouth. She choked as it ran down her
throat, trying to spit it out without the use of her tongue. The other
boys followed suit, laughing as she struggled.
"Hey, Andrew, we should show Stefan the Body Mod room."
David grinned.
"That's a good idea. I've got a special project underway in there. My
term  paper, if you will."
"David's got a special interest in body modification," Andrew told
Stefan. "He's really very good at it."

The Body Modification room was a long, narrow chamber off the Medieval
Torture classroom.
Stefan's eyes bugged out of his head as he stepped inside. There were
three girls inside, and they looked like no girls Stefan had ever
seen.
The first girl was a heavy-set girl with dark tan skin and huge dark
eyes. She began to tremble at the sight of the boys, and Stefan could
understand why. She was chained spread-eagle to the wall, and it was
obvious someone had been working on her for some time. Her large,
honey-coloured breasts had been pierced, but these were no ordinary
piercings. The rings were incredibly thick -
nearly an inch in diameter, Stefan thought - and they ran through the
meat of her tit, just behind the base of the areola.
"Go ahead, give them a tug," David told him. "They're like door
knockers, they won't come out."
Stefan grinned and seized both rings in his fists, giving them a good
hard yank. The chained girl shrieked and moaned.
"I hear they're doing her cunt next week," Andrew said. "They're just
giving the tit rings time to heal first."
The girl whimpered.
"Please, no," she said. "Please, I'm already a freak. Don't let them
do anything else to me."
"Shut up," said Andrew, and picked up an inflatable rubber gag from
the table beside the girl. He shoved it in her mouth and seized the
bulb on the end, pumping it furiously in his hand. After a few seconds
the girl could do no more than moan, and after a few seconds more her
mouth was too full to do even that.
Stefan, for his part had already moved on to examining the next girl.
She was a plain-looking thing, mousy brown hair and a bit of an
overbite, but her face wasn't what caught Stefan's eye.
The girl hung face-down from the ceiling, a series of straps
supporting her forehead, shoulders, belly and legs. Attached to her
tits were pair of huge glass domes hooked into a suction pump.
She had evidently been hooked up to this device for quite some time,
as her tits were by far the largest Stefan had ever seen.
"Susan's a custom job," David said. "One of those special programs I
told you about. Her stepdaddy wants her back in . . . shall we say, a
specific shape. Big tits, tight cunt. Check it out."
Stefan glanced between the girl's splayed legs. Her naked cunt had
been sewn shut except for a tiny opening. He ran his hand across it,
poked at the small hole.
"Man, I can barely get my finger inside," he said.
"Yeah. We're not allowed to fuck her, but I'd love to try it. I'm
thinking maybe someday I'll do another cunt up like that for a biology
project, see how it feels."
Andrew laughed, then turned toward the third girl.
"And this is David's special project," he said.

The third girl's face wasn't visible since her head was completely
encased in a black leather hood.
A ring inset in the top of the hood attached the girl to a chain
dangling from the ceiling. If not for the hood she would have fallen
over, for her feet were tightly wrapped in leather straps that kept
them pointed like a ballet dancer's. She tottered uncertainly, only
the very tips of her toes touching the floor.
"Stefan, meet Kathy," David said.
Stefan grinned. David had obviously done some work on Kathy's feet,
for they were so tightly bound it looked like she might never
straighten them again.
"I wanted to make sure this slut crawls everywhere she goes," he said.
There was a gleam in David's eye as he gave her nipples a tweak. They
were longer than any nipples Stefan had ever seen, protruding more
than an inch and a half from her full, white breasts.
"How did you do that?" Stefan said, fascinated.
"Easy, really. I just used a length of rubber tubing that I put over
her nipples. Then I put my mouth over the end and sucked her nipple up
into the tube as far as it would go. So when her nipple was nice and
stretched I stuck pins through the tubing and her nipple to hold it in
place."
"And it just . . . grew that long?"
"Yeah, eventually. Later I used a suction pump like the ones on
Susan's tits, only smaller. I've been working on Kathy for about eight
months now."
"Really?" 
"Yeah, when I graduate I'm taking her with me. The Dean's giving her
to me."
"He's . . . giving her to you?"
"Yeah. A lot of time the graduating girls are sold to former students
or overseas. You know, diplomats, heads of state, even royalty. But I
was able to help the Dean with something over the summer break last
year, and he was so grateful he gave me Kathy."
"Wow. That's pretty grateful."
"Yeah. See, I helped him with some . . . um, recruiting. That was my
summer job, I guess you'd say. Finding girls to bring to the school."
"Where?"
"Downtown. You know, bus stations, wherever. Runaways, mostly. A lot
of the girls here are sent by their parents, but not all of them."
"I wondered about that," Stefan said. "I mean, I wondered how there
were so many girls here. There seem to be as many girls as boys, and I
didn't think there were so many parents who would - "
"Who would what? Willingly subject their little darlings to this kind
of  treatment?" David laughed. "You'd be surprised. This school's been
around for a long time. A lot of the kids here are second-and-third
generation Payne Academy students. Some of them were even born here."
"What?"
"Sure. You don't think these cunts could get fucked ten, fifteen times
a day and not get knocked up, do you?"
"I hadn't really thought about it," Stefan admitted. 
David grinned.
"Come on," he said. "We'll show you the Breedery."


*end of part 3. the author welcomes any comments on previous parts or
suggestions for future episodes*

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