To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 112 "Lowe, Stu Lowe."
John had always been an early riser. He was up before dawn doing some
exercises and eating breakfast before any of the teachers woke, except for
the Monks. They seemed to be early starters too but mostly involved in
their meditation.
John felt particularly good this morning. He had a great night's sleep and
a good breakfast. He was ready to seize on the day by her hips and give it
a good hard fucking. He was looking forward to seeing how his special
students were doing this morning.
Sue and Jane Henderson hadn't slept a wink or night. They didn't dare.
They were both on their backs with their legs up between them. Balanced
on top of feet was a large jar of hornets. The twins had to work together
to keep the jar from falling and releasing the hornets. So far they had
completed their task for over eight hours. Just to make things more
interesting John left a number of candles on the girls' bodies. It was
certainly interesting when the hot wax rolled along their skin but the
girls didn't waver from their task.
John burst in through the doorway and slammed the door behind him. But the
girls ignored his intrusion keeping their eye on the jar.
"Not bad sluts! Not fucking bad at all." said John. He leaned over and ran
his finger up Jane's leg. She quivered but not enough to shake the jar.
"Okay, you've had your fun." said John and took the jar off their feet.
Jane and Sue gasped their relief. Their legs were so tired and achy. John
shook the jar a few times and tried to spin it like a basketball. This
really aggravated the hornets. Then John dropped the jar.
Sue and Jane watched as the jar fell from his hand and tumbled in slow
motion to the floor ... and then bounced. It bounced a few more times
then skittled into the corner of the room. The hornets were furious!
The twins were shocked. They didn't have to hold the jar up at all. They
had wasted the whole night trying to be careful and putting up with painful
hot wax, aching muscles and sleep deprivation. They looked over at John
who was laughing his head off.
He helped the girls up but they could barely stand on their feet. He tied
their arms up above their heads to a rope in a roof beam and put them back
to back. He tied a rope around their waist to keep them together. He still
continued his laughing.
"Oh man that was good." he said. "The looks on your faces. Priceless!"
roared John. He slowed to a chuckle and picked up the jar and walked over
to the door.
"Okay girls, you hang tight I'll be back in a few minutes. Oh, you'll need
this."
Sue and Jane screamed when John untwisted the lid off the jar. Holding the
two together in his hands he tossed it to the girls, and quickly left the
room. The jar bounced and the already furious hornets flew out ... looking
for victims.
John watched through the glass window in the door as Sue and Jane screamed
and yelled for help. The twins kicked and shook like they were possessed.
The hornets didn't hold back and went for every part of their bodies.
John laughed again and again, then stopped. The cold barrel of a gun at
your head can be a bit of a killjoy.
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Jackie Basket was well and truly tied to the table in the basement. Her
wrists were tied to her ankles which meant she had to use her legs and
back to lift her ass off the three sharp spike below her. This allowed
full access to her cunt which is exactly what Lisa, Matt and Rodney
wanted. Matt was stoking the hot fire trying to get the irons red hot.
Jackie was not happy. Lisa told Matt and Rodney how she had caught Jackie
smoking weed in her room.
Matt stoked the fire a bit more then pulled out an iron poker. It was
bright red. He came over towards Jackie on the table.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Dad, Matt, believe me. I didn't smoke anything.
Lisa is making this all up." stammered Jackie.
Rodney leaned in close. "It's alright Jackie. It's okay. We know Lisa is
lieing." Rodney turned to Lisa. "Up against the whipping post now!"
Lisa paled. Her arm was grabbed by her Dad and she was quickly tied to
the whipping post. Rodney took a good long whip and swung it a few times.
"Okay girls, this is the deal. Matt is going to try and make you scream.
If you do, I start whipping you until your sister starts screaming or
until you stop. Time starts now!"
Lisa gasped as the whip struck her tender buttocks again and again. Matt
was getting closer and closer to Jackie's body with his hot poker and
with a flourish, he stabbed it into his sister's cunt. Jackie gritted
her teeth as spit escaped from her mouth ... finally she couldn't hold
back the pain any longer and started screaming. Her foot slipped and
she fell onto the spikes. Immediately she pulled her arm back to stop
falling.
Matt removed the poker and returned it to the fire just as Rodney turned
and started whipping Jackie's belly. Jackie shook and screamed which
only spurred Rodney on further. Matt stoked the fire some more and pulled
an iron out. He saw Jackie was busy so he went over to Lisa and swung the
iron like a golf club up between her legs. It landed solidly in between
her ass cheeks and labia lips. Lisa immediately started howling and
pleading for Matt to stop. Rodney turned to the new noise and took over
Matt's place to begin whipping Lisa.
The change over went on for over forty-five minutes. In the end both
girls fainted. Unfortunately for Jackie, this meant she had three big
holes in her ass cheeks.
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"Who the FUCK are you!" growled John as he was led back to his office.
Once the door was closed behind him and the gunman, John was told to sit
down. John wasn't anyone's fool and he did as he was told. The man tied
John to his chair securely.
"Good morning Mr Thornton. My name is Lowe, Stu Lowe."
"Is that suppose to mean something to me punk!" growled John.
"No Mr Thornton, if it did, then I'd actually suspect you were a clever
man." grinned Stu.
Stu took out his radio. "Rabbit's nest, package secured, you have a green
light."
"Roger that, we are go."
For the next twenty minutes John watched from his office window as close
to sixty military vehicles entered the school grounds. Most were full of
soldiers who went about their business of capturing teachers and students.
"May I say something about your security Mr Thornton?" asked Stu.
"Name's John. No one calls me Thornton unless it lawyers. Since I can see
that my school has been over run and I'm helpless to stop it, I think we
can talk freely."
Stu nodded at John's professionalism.
"Thank you .. John. Please call me Stu. I'm secret service, and the
government has decided to take control of your operation."
"I see. Why am I being shut down? The government's never had a problem
before?"
"No John, quite the opposite. But I'll let our superior explain more."
John was impressed by Stu's timing ... the door opened and an elderly man
in his late 60s walked in.
"Hi there John." said the man.
"Fuck me?! ... Uncle Charlie?!"
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