A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (9 page)

"That's because you are a slut," he stated simply. "Now kneel
down bitch."

The young teacher knelt and waited, she turned her head to
watch the headmaster undress, the main of her interest in his long
and rigid cock as it became exposed. She had had it up her but
hadn't actually seen it, her eyes widened as the thick shaft jutted
out from his black thatch of public hair.

The headmaster, now naked, took the camera from his holdall
and snapped five photos of her from different angles, ensuring that
her face was captured clearly in each of them. When he spoke the
warning contained in his words was all too clear.

"A little insurance in case you should, at some future, date
seek to betray me. The staff and the newspapers would have a field
day with you if they were to receive these."

He replaced the camera in the holdall and pulled out a
multi-stranded lash before walking slowly over to stand in front of
the kneeling woman. The tall headmaster towered over the cringing
girl, exerting his power and authority over the slightly built
young woman, his erect cock level with her face.

Her eyes flicked back and forth from the engorged head of his
enormous cock to the long leather strands of the lash. Her
nervousness and fear of both items clearly showed in her
expression, but his cock held a fascination all of its own for
her.

"Now slut, you will suck my cock. You will do it well and with
pleasure and you will please me or suffer. Is that
clear?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"But...I've never...well, done that sort of thing
before."

He chuckled.

"It seems then that you are doomed to suffer much this
evening."

She whimpered and cowered back, her buttocks now resting on
her heels.

"The lesson for tonight," he said evenly, "is respect and you
will now refer to me during training sessions as
'Master'."

"Okay," she said easily.

The move was so fast that she had no time to react and to try
to avoid it. His arm rose and then fell in a savage overhead lash
of the strap, his hand passing over her head and the strap swinging
down onto her buttocks from above. The tails of the strap stung in
multiple agonies on her backside, each of them introducing a
separate burning pain of their own.

"I said, call me master!"

"Yes," she blurted, stunned by the sudden pain,
"Master."

He grunted his approval.

"Now suck me, slut."

She leaned forward, craning her neck and closing her eyes, she
pouted her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, shuddering in
revulsion as she did so.

The headmaster swung down with the strap to land a cruel lash
of the leather strands on her presented buttocks, some of the
strands whipping down onto her exposed pussy lips.

The woman yelped and recoiled, her face a mask of pained
confusion.

"I said suck not kiss, you disrespectful little
whore."

This time she was more eager, her head dipped in, her mouth
open wide and covered the head of his cock with her soft lips. She
whimpered her revulsion and disgust but maintained the grip with
her lips for fear of another hard lash from him.

Again he lashed her, hard overhead swings of the strap that
slapped hard against her firm buttocks and her soft puffy pussy
lips.

Her mouth slid further down his thick shaft in a greedy
sucking to avoid further pain, her head bobbed back and forth in a
natural oral stimulation. Her lips gripped around his shaft and her
tongue worked to rub the sensitive underside of his cock at the
same time.

"Better, bitch," he moaned and half-closed his eyes as the
warm, wet mouth enveloped his pulsing shaft.

The harder he lashed her the more greedily she sucked; her
mouth working like a ravenous animal in an effort to please. Faster
the pace increased, both his lashing and her sucking, the woman
began to moan in pleasure as she became accustomed to the taste of
hot cock. Her backside reddened under the thrashing, the pain
giving way to the warm sensations of sexual pleasure that only pain
can bring. Hungrily she devoured his hard member; slurping noises
punctuated by little sighs of delight came from her as her soft
mouth pleasured her master.

As he built he moaned constantly, thrusting his hips to meet
her welcoming mouth and to force his cock further down the slut's
throat.

"I will soon come," the headmaster muttered, "maintain your
position so that I shoot onto your mouth or it will be the worst
for you should you move."

The woman hesitated.

"Oh God not that, please not that," she said as a muffled plea
with the cock still in her mouth.

She shuddered and swallowed hard, gulping his thick seed down
as it shot to the back of her throat. Copious quantity jetted in
hot spurts to fill her wet warm cavern and she gagged at the taste
and act of him emptying his seed into her. She did however maintain
her position, the excess sperm oozing out from between the seal of
her lips around his cock. The woman whimpered her shame and disgust
as he pumped his thick come into her.

On and on the spurts went until finally he was finished, the
headmaster put a hand on her forehead and pushed her roughly away
from him.

"No good bitch," he gloated, "not by half, you failed and
now..."

She was on her feet in a second, attempting to break and run,
to where she didn't know but the certain lashing to come she didn't
want.

With her hands and elbows still strapped behind her the woman
was easily caught. One of his hands gripped at the back of her hair
and swung her around like a rag doll.

"Too late bitch," he chuckled and dragged the screaming woman
over to the dining table. With a sweep of his left arm he cleared
the few items on the table and placed his holdall on the floor then
lifted the struggling woman up onto the hard polished surface of
the mahogany table. He rolled her, onto her back and pressed down
on her shoulders to pin her at his mercy and dipped his head to
take one of her pert and firm nipples into his mouth.

The woman's struggles lessened as the wonderful feelings
coursed through her. The warm, wet tongue flicking her tender bud
and the light grip of his teeth were sending shards of electric
sensation dancing through her entire body. She lay passively now,
mewing her contentment as his mouth worked his magic on her, all
fight now gone and pleasure her only thoughts.

The headmaster paused in his sucking and licking of her
breasts to mutter in a low and reassuring tone.

"Close your eyes bitch and don't look up."

She did as instructed, waiting patiently for the wonderful
mouth to return and to restart the wonderful sexual feelings that
excited her nipples to aching point. In her dreamy state of high
sexual arousal she was aware of him crossing the room and the door
being opened and then closed. The woman was too far-gone, too
wrapped up in her coming pleasure to even question his actions. It
was great bliss she felt when two hands grasped her left ankle and
pulled her leg high and wide, it too a moment to register in her
brain when a second pair of hands gripped her other ankle and
hoisted her leg in a similar fashion to the first.

She lay there for a moment, on her back, her arms bound
painfully tightly behind her and her legs held up and apart to
expose her pussy. When the realisation dawned on her that more than
one man was present she began to scream. Her screaming was renewed
with enthusiasm as eager hands felt at her gaping pussy, thick
fingers forcing roughly up into her moist warm interior. Her
shoulders lifted and her head strained forward, she opened her eyes
and then groaned loudly in deep shame and embarrassment. She saw
two of the board of governors, one holding each of her ankles in
one hand and their other hands fumbling between her parted thighs.
Their faces were flushed in high excitement and their eyes blazed
sexual need, both were naked and breathing hard as they ogled her
naked body.

Between her open legs and at the end of the long table stood
the smiling headmaster and in his hand he held the multi-stranded
lash.

"Sing well you little whore, for your failure is about to be
rewarded."

Scream she did, for the groping hands withdrew and an overhead
lash of the strands stung down on her exposed pubic mound, some
striking her erect clitoris and others sending searing pain through
her puffy labia and soft pink inner lips. Her body bucked and
jolted, her mouth gaped wide and little trickles of remaining sperm
dripped from the corners of her mouth.

"Good God!" one of the men shouted excitedly above the woman's
wailing, "this is most thrilling, hit her again."

He did so, the headmaster struck again and then again, lashing
hard on the woman's exposed sex to bring scream after pained scream
from her tortured throat. The woman's back arched and her hips
bucked upward time and again in a sensual dance of agonised
reaction as her sex was mercilessly beaten.

He was hard again, his cock jutting out now in stiff arousal.
He moved closer, lashing now down on the soft mounds of her breasts
and positioning his cock at the entrance of her reddened pussy. He
pushed up inside her in one great thrust and remained there,
savouring the feel of her body gripping around his cock as he beat
her breasts unmercifully. At length he came; groaning loudly as he
shot his load up into her moist interior, the headmaster gave
several low finishing strokes and then pulled out.

"Be my guests gentlemen," he offered will a wave of his hand
to her dripping pussy, "but just remember my promised
vote."

Both men, Henry and John, pushed and shoved to be first but
Henry won, his bulk nudging John's lighter frame easily aside. The
tall man resigned himself to holding her ankles from the side and
watching her expression as the rape commenced. The fat man pushed
his cock up inside her wet pussy and began a frantic sexually
fuelled pumping into her body. So engrossed was he that he didn't
note the flash of the camera as the headmaster gathered more
evidence and insurance to ensure that the men kept their
word.

The grunting and panting fat man came, bellowing like a water
buffalo as he injected his seed into the wailing woman. His body
shuddered and jerked, his hips pumping like a rabbit mating during
his orgasm and then he pulled out of her dripping pussy.

"Fantastic!" he enthused, "so warm and so tight."

The taller John now took his turn to nudge his companion
aside. He retained his hold on the woman's ankles and lifted them,
one over each of his shoulders. He levelled the head of his cock at
the tight entrance of her anus and applied pressure.

"Ever been buggered, bitch?" he chuckled sadistically and
pressed in.

"Nooooo!" the woman wailed as the tight ring of muscles
surrounding her secret entrance was forced open and the great head
of his cock slipped in. She screamer even more loudly at the feel
of his long cock moving up inside her previously unexplored back
passage.

Her body jolted and jarred under the battering of his hips as
they slammed against her buttocks, her anal ring wrenched and
stretched to tearing point.

The man held her ankles tightly, gripping them and pulling on
them to add purchase as he defiled her backside. He too gave no
heed to the clicking of the camera as the headmaster busied
himself. At last the man came, giving a long pleasured sigh as he
reached his peak and shot his seed into her warm rectum. The man
took a long time to rut slowly in and out of her to bring himself
to a gloriously slow and prolonged finish.

"Excellent, both men complimented the headmaster afterwards,
"our vote is yours at the next meeting."

When both men had left, the headmaster moved close to the
table and cupped the sobbing woman's left breast; his fingers
kneaded and stroked the firm orb as he talked.

"Was that nice, slut?"

She replied between heavy sobs, her head turned away so as to
try to hide her shame.

"No, it wasn't, I don't want this."

"Too late slut, you are mine to do with as I wish."

"I want to learn...like the control over me, but in my...it
hurt, it's sore."

His finger and thumb gripped her nipple and he twisted the
tender bud cruelly to draw a cry of pain from her, "Master," he
prompted.

"Master," she uttered and then broke down
completely.

***

It was a time for review, the end of the week was drawing near
and the delightful little brunette slut would arrive soon for her
interview. He sighed wistfully and eased his stiffening cock to a
different angle, even the thought of her made him hard. She looked
so young and fresh, much younger than her actually age, years
younger in fact and that held for him a temptation all of its
own.

He sighed again, a long and deep sigh as he switched his
thoughts on his progress to date. Things were going rather well,
complimented himself, better than at any other school he had run.
The sluts here were ripe, the ripest yet and here in quantity too.
The lower forms, next year's sixth formers too were blossoming
nicely, one or two of the younger sluts were already beginning to
flaunt and tease for him. Three teachers gained and several pupils,
he had also gained another two votes on the board of governors and
with that, his permanent position would be a certain.