To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 12 "Firewood."
Jenny turned to the door struggling to turn the handle. Her arms strained
with ropes for Clarice's firewood torture. She slowly reached out her
hand and tried the handle again, the rope started slipping. This wasn't
working and she was running out of time. She hoisted the rope further up
her forearm, pulled it back with the ropes in her other hand and again
reached for the door. Before she could even release a finger another coil
of rope plunged for the ground.
She growled at herself but felt it was better than being cooped up in Dave
Andrews's car. She leaned forward to pick it up. Exactly at the same time
the door burst open and cannoned into her forehead. Jenny ended up in a
tangled pile of ropes.
John looked down and glared, "Well? What is taking so fucking long?"
Jenny remained quiet and got to her feet. John grabbed two coils of rope
with one hand.
"Get a basket for the stinging nettle, and you can pick it bitch!.
Jenny obeyed and followed John out towards the dorm rooms. She waited
outside while John went in to get Clarice. Jenny heard screams and yells
mostly coming from Clarice. Then she heard the *thump* and knew that
Clarice had been picked up and dropped to the floor. John would have
little trouble binding Mrs Basket, no doubt she was dazed by the fall.
A few minutes later John emerged with Clarice in tow. He had tied her
elbows and forearms together and also made a hangman's noose out of
the remaining rope to leash her.
The porter stopped and turned to Jenny, "Get the other bitches."
Jenny went and found the daughters all tied in a similar fashion and
a rope linking their together. The rope was first tied around the last
girl's neck, then looped tightly around her tits, then it linked to the
girl's neck in front and also tied around her tits. Their breasts were
a deep red and no doubt will get worse as the day goes along. Jenny
took the trailing end of the rope, gave it a couple of jerks to
indicate to the women what she expected of them and all followed her
out the door.
After a bit of jogging over the gravel, prickles and even some small
thorn bushes (the yelps and gasps delighted John) they arrived to join
the group by the area designated to chopping up firewood. Clarice looked
up and saw many faces in the crowds. Mr Boggis was in front as was his
normal place. Behind him she recognized the Andrews, Dave and Ann, and
wasn't that Paul, the guy she spoke to recently before her husband went
out.
Before she had a chance to look at anyone else she was jerked forward
by John to the wood pile. He grabbed her by the shoulder and positioned
her with her back to the pile. When he received the nod from Mr Boggis
he cut Clarice ropes and her arms fell to her sides. She waited and
nothing happened ... a few seconds later she looked up into the Porters
eyes. They were black and as cold as ice. He reached down and picked
her up under her arms with ease. His muscles bulged and people quickly
realized how strong he really was.
Clarice's toes were about a foot off the group, she stared down into
John's eyes. With a quick intake of breath he pushed Clarice upwards
and backwards at the same time. She fell back onto the wood file. As her
body slammed into the logs the breath was knocked out of her. She vaguely
remembered her wrists and ankles being tied down and before she realized
she was spread eagle on the woodpile.
Mr Boggis walked over to the Basket Daughters. He looked them up and down
like he had only just seen their naked bodies for the first time. Some
of the girls tired to position their privates away from his view.
"Right slaves, you will now be released for a short period of time."
The girls looked up, they looked around to see what was going to jump
out at them with a whip or dildo next.
"... and before you think you're free, let me say that you most definitely
are NOT! You have 10 minutes to collects bugs ... and I don't mean a nice
ladybug, I mean Hornets, Wasps, Bumblebees, Cockroaches, etc. Jenny, untie
them and give them two jars each. Oh, and no lids .. I'm sure they can
use their hands or whatever is available to cover the jars."
Jenny busied herself untie the girls bonds and quickly gave them two jars
each.
Mr Boggis turned to address them again, "If you're not back in 10 minutes
with plenty of bugs not only will the rest of your sisters be punished
severely ... I'm afraid your Mum might lose a finger, or two. Do I make
myself fucking perfectly clear?"
The girls nodded their heads viscously.
"You've got 10 minutes starting 30 seconds ago. Now GO!"
The girls scrambled. Automatically they paired off with the two eldest going
off towards bushes while the two youngest went in the opposite direction.
Dave tapped Paul on the shoulder. "Okay buddy, choose a girl." Paul looked
over to see a group of the students. They were milling around but most of
them kept their eyes down.
Paul turned to Dave, "What do you mean buddy?"
"Just choose two, one for you and the other for me. Ann did you want one?"
Ann looked over, "No thanks dear, I'm happy for now."
Dave turned back to Paul who had a confused look on his face. "Okay buddy,
I'll show you." Dave walked over and selected two of the girls, both dark
brunettes. He pointed to them and called them over. They followed. He
pointed to one and then pointed to Paul. Both girls position themselves in
front of their temporary owners and dropped to their knees.
"Blowjobs, now!" Dave commanded.
Paul's slave unzipped his trousers, reached in and pulled out his cock.
She stroked it for a while and then suckled it with her mouth. Her tongue
probed all around the foreskin. She slid her hand up and down while
mouthing Paul's tool. Her tongue lapped up the pre-cum. Paul puts her hands
into her hair and started pushing her head up and down. He was in heaven.
Paul looked over to Dave, he was taking shallow breaths as his slave's
head was bobbing up and down.
Jenny got to work at picking Stinging Nettle. John bent down next to the
woodpile and picked up the jar he had left the previous night. He unscrewed
the cover and quickly turned his head away from the stench. It was a mixture
he created which was designed to entice bugs, and lots of them.
He took the brush which had been resting beside the jar, dipped it into the
foul-smelling mixture and lathered all over Clarice's body. Clarice watched
and then the smell hit her, she whipped her head around trying to breath
fresh air. John dabbed the mixture all over her breasts, under the neck and
armpits, all over her thighs and put generous quantities all down her slit.
He stood back to marvel at his hand work. He was about to put down the jar
when he realized he had missed his toes. He fixed that as the girls were
returning with their jars of bugs.
Jodie and Lisa had found a wasps hive. They had stings all over their hands
has they tried to keep the jars covered and run at the same time. Mr Boggis
looked around for the other pair who were just coming into view. He looked
at his watch as the two girls ran back to stand in front of him. They were
breathing heavily. He made a mental note to get their fitness up.
Jackie had blood dribbling from her knee where she had fallen over. Mr Boggis
didn't care, he looked intently at the jars and found a couple of hornets.
He was happy with that. He looked at the other jars but they didn't have the
quality of bugs he had expected. He realized Samantha only had one jar.
"Well, where is the other one?" he inquired to Samantha.
"Ummm ... Sir ... it broke sir." Samantha stammered.
The headmaster frowned, he reached out and touched her face. Samantha
stiffened waiting for the outburst. But nothing came. She opened her eyes
and Mr Boggis was looking at her.
"Well, this isn't good, whatever shall we do?" he asked.
"I don't know Sir, whatever you feel is appropriate ... Sir."
"Fair enough, and you're very right, whatever I feel is appropriate." he
turned to look at John who had moved upwind away from Clarice.
"John, I believe Samantha was due for that punishment we had discussed
earlier, the ice cock I think it was. Can you see it to when we return to
the building."
"No problem Mr Boggis." John turned to stared at Samantha.
Mr Boggis turned to address the group. "Ladies, Gentlemen and sluts. Thank
you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to witness one of our
most exciting punishments. I know some of your know Mrs Basket personally,
and I also know that some of your think that this punishment is a little
too easy going for Mrs Basket. As I understand the words correctly she
is, and I quote, 'A fucking awesome bitch and is in great need of a huge
cock up her ass.'"
The trio of Dave, Ann and Paul smiled at this remark. Mr Boggis continued,
"Well, we've tried a big cock and it hasn't worked. So today and for the
next 24 hours we're going to try approximately a thousand cocks. John, when
you're ready please."
Mr Boggis retreated back the group while John took his place. His broad
shoulders flexed as he took center stage.
"Okay Basket Bitches, you will take those jars of yours and place them
upside down on the slut on the woodpile. Do you think you can handle that
or do I have to fucking beat you until you understand it?!"
The girls all nodded their heads. John looked over to Clarice and stood
right beside her head. "I love my stuff, and those jars your precious
little cunts are holding are *my* jars. If any of them break in the next
24 hours I'm going to fucking bust every orifice in your soon-to-be
fucked up body. Understand?"
Clarice stared up at the porter, too afraid to say anything. her back was
already aching after spending less than 15 minutes on the logs. She had no
idea how she was suppose to last 24 hours. And the stench was driving her
insane.
John stood back, "And you little fucking whore, if any of those jars are
not in the same spot when I come and check on your then I will fuck your
daughters little assholes for the next four weeks. Got it?!"
He turned to the basket daughters, "Well don't just look at those jars
like they're hurting you, giving them a shake and put them on her tits.
NOW!!! ... Move it!!!"
The girls hopped to it. They shook the jars which only aggravated the bugs
to new heights of pissed-off-ness. The hornets found themselves with no
escape routes surrounded by a smell that was driving them crazy. They
landed on the bare nipple of Clarice and sank their stingers in deep.
Clarice screamed, she tried to wiggle but she was tied down tight. The
wasps ate into her right tender breast.
The group watched her as she moaned and tried to wiggled her body. It was
no use. She screamed time and time again. After a few minutes of this
Mr Boggis turned to the group again.
"If I can have everyone's attention. Very little happens in the first few
hours so I recommend we all go back to the building for lunch. Again I
thank you all for coming out. I do apologize for our day visitors, but
please be assured I'll send photos out on request. Thank you."
The headmaster approached the porter and engaged in conversation. Dave
turned to Ann, "A fitting punishment for the bitch don't you think
darling?"
"It certainly might help her training, do you think we can come back
tomorrow?"
"Possible, I can always ask Mr Boggis if he could hold onto the girls for
one more day. Paul, interested in coming back tomorrow ... perhaps we
may even be able to persuade Rodney to come with us."
Paul was staring at the out-stretched body on the wood, he turned to
Dave. "Dave, that's the second best idea I've heard. Let's do it."
With the trio in total agreement Dave approached the headmaster to
give him the news.
During the night Clarice screamed her head off. The stench had brought
the cocks the headmaster had promised ... thousands and thousands of
ants, cockroaches, praying mantis, and she even thought she saw some
hoo-hoo grubs. They all delighted in eating the paste John had created,
and a lot were more than interested in crawling into her cunt (which
John had very nicely propped open with a few sticks) ... she shook her
head. They felt like they were eating her from the inside out. Her
tits were red and very swollen. Her neck stung from all the stinging
needle Jenny had scrubbed into her body. She clenched her hands
tightly but the ropes held fast.
She heard sobs but she couldn't turn her head to see her daughters.
They were tied to various trees and tree stumps. They had been given
a whipping for their slackness in the bug hunt. They watched and cried
for their Mother who was going through such pains. The only person
who wasn't there was Samantha.
All the while the bugs ate, stung and crawled on. What Clarice didn't
know ... was some of them had laid eggs too.
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