To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 87 "Oops, won't do that again."
Upon reflection Phoebe felt she should have known better. Even though it was
half past three in the morning and even though she should always be respectful
to her masters. Phoebe couldn't help but be silly.
Mind you, she thought. Being silly can sometimes get you into trouble just like
it has now. Phoebe tugged slightly at her ropes but knew it wasn't going to
change things now. She rocked back and forth slightly waiting for the noises of
footsteps in the corridor.
She remembered everything so well and not for the second time this morning did
she curse her photographic memory. She had been sitting there at her desk
rubbing her eyes and occasionally drinking some water. She was going to ask John
about the water pipes as the water had a very funny after-taste. She leaned back
in her chair stretching her arms above her head and pointing her toes out as
far as she could go. The muscles in her neck click and pulled painfully but the
feeling of relief made it all better.
Cocking her head over towards the manager's office she saw John with his feet up
on the desk and looking out the window. For the first time since she was made a
slave Phoebe had a slight feeling normality. So why the hell did she poke her
tongue out and roll her eyes only to realize John was looking at her reflection
in the window. It was totally beyond her.
The door opened and Phoebe's mind raced back to reality. John walked in holding
two large clamps in his hand. Phoebe's eyebrows rose in a mixed look of
puzzlement and fear. Her curiosity wasn't to be left wanting for long. John
stood before Phoebe. She looked up into his eyes and nothing but cruel
intentions looked back. Phoebe looked away.
She felt her T-shirt being pulled and ripped off her body. Her boobs bounced
forward over the small lace-up bra. She tried to stifle a cry of pain as rough
fingers pulled and twisted at the nipples making them hard. The female hormones
courtesy of the late Doctor Every rushed through her circulatory system. She
quickly became docile and very agreeable. She knew she had done wrong and she
knew she should be punished.
John reached behind Phoebe and released her from the ropes. Phoebe continued to
stare downwards.
"Hold your tits out." John's rough voice washed over Phoebe like an Anteater's
tongue over an unsuspecting Ant.
Phoebe massaged her nipples slightly and then pulled them outwards.
"MORE!"
Phoebe startled slightly and pulled her breasts out to their maximum. She heard
the clamps being separated. The clamps ends were cold as they pressed in against
her flesh. She heard John wind it in quickly and then let it drop. Phoebe sobbed
but dutifully held out her other breast. This too was clamped.
John retied her hands behind the and lifted her chin to stare into her eyes as
she twisted the clamp knobs. Phoebe's eyes quickly welled up with tears but she
forced herself not to cry out. By the fifth turn Phoebe was screaming for mercy.
John twisted the other clamp until the blood vessels went dark red. Then he
twisted it once more just for good measure. John stood back and looked at
Phoebe for a few seconds. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. He didn't
say anything to Phoebe. He didn't have to.
As Phoebe listened to the sound of the retreating footsteps she wondered. Why in
the world did I get off so lightly? ___________________________
By the time John got back to his office the van had pulled up and the girls were
being unloaded. John went down to the entrance and met Mr Smith in the hallway.
"Any trouble?"
Mr Smith smiled. "None whatsoever boss. No loose ends, as you wanted."
The girls were brought before John. They whimpered slightly as their blind-
folds were removed. They let their eyes become use to the light and then
screamed into their gags as soon as they recognized John.
"Morning sluts. It appears your parents had breached a copyright clause in the
contract when they enrolled you at the school. Basically your parents have been
very bad and now no longer exist. You are now the school's property."
John waited a few seconds for this to sink in. He turned to Mr Smith.
"Take them to the welcome room and make them comfortable."
"VERY comfortable boss?"
"Yes, I think so." ___________________________
Dave Andrews woke up to a good spot of cock-sucking courtesy of his daughter
Melissa. Mel knew if she did a good job then the less chance of herself or her
sister would be punished. However no matter how good a bit of fellatio Dave
got, he always had something else in mind.
Sharon was already downstairs cooking breakfast which everyone enjoyed. Dave sat
in the lounge reading the newspaper while the girls washed up. At precisely nine
o'clock they stood before him wearing only their discipline slips.
"Shaz, go and get the big package in the hallway."
A few seconds later a large box was placed on the coffee table beside him. He
ordered Sharon to open it and after some trouble with staples and glue the box
was now in tatters on the floor. What appeared to be a hydraulic hammer lay in
Sharon's hands.
Dave smiled and picked up the instruction manual. Sharon looked at Mel. They
knew this wasn't for their personal enjoyment. Perhaps it was the logo of a
screaming girl on the side that gave them a clue. The machine was called a 'Fuk
em 3000.'
After a few minutes Dave put down the manual. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a coin. Pointing to Sharon he said "Call it."
The instant response was "Heads!"
Both girls watched the coin as it tumbled over in the air. Dave caught it on his
hand and looked at the result. He smiled and look up at Sharon.
"You lose kiddo. Up to your bedroom."
Dave pushed Sharon in the direction of the stairwell and walked behind her. Mel
followed. The slip barely covered Sharon's pert buttocks and he loved the way
her butt muscles moved. He reached down gingerly and rubbed them. Sharon slowed
down slightly as she neared the top of the stairs but was pushed forwards.
Dave ordered Sharon to remove her slip and lie spreadeagle on her bed. Melissa
tied her sister's arms and legs to their corresponding bed posts while Dave ran
his eye over their new toy. Next he proceeded to attach a knee board to Sharon.
The board had two grooves which the knees went into then the straps holding the
board in place were secured.
Dave hefted the toy up and locked it into position on the board. He took the AC
lead from Melissa and plugged it in. He rubbed his hands in excitement and
looked over to Sharon.
"Ready?"
He didn't expect an answer. He pressed the button with an arrow that was
pointing up towards Sharon's crotch. The tip of the shaft extended outwards. It
was stainless steel. Dave stopped it halfway and attached the hard black plastic
dildo. Then with a whirl the machine continued upwards and came to rest on
Sharon's vagina lips. She slightly rubbed the dildo with her sex but stopped
when she saw Dave frowning at her.
"Well, it looks like you're ready for this Shaz. Let's go."
With that he pressed the extend button again and the dildo forced it's way into
Sharon's love passage. Sharon gasped as the rough intruder forced her sensitive
folds apart and lodge itself in deep.
"Now, the book says this should go all the way to your womb entrance."
Again the shaft pushed upwards and Sharon felt it touch her cervix.
"That's it Dad, it's there." she gasped.
Dave however wasn't convinced. He pressed the button a couple more times and
apart from Sharon yelping the shaft didn't go any further. Satisfied he look at
the control panel. Buttons with various different symbols lit up ready for
action. Dave decided to take the easy way and press 'ramdom'.
"Tell me what happens Shaz." he ordered.
For a second nothing happened and then Sharon felt it. A sharp hot burning pain
against her cervix. She gripped the bed posts and dug her nails into the deep
groves. The heat got steadily worse. She gritted her teeth.
"How does it feel sweetie?" asked Dave.
"Bleaaugh!" she answered, eloquently.
Then the shaft began to turn and drop back slightly. Sharon screamed. It was
methodically burning all her insides. Mel smelt singed flesh while Sharon
screamed for mercy. Then quickly as it started it stopped.
Sharon gasped for air and shivered as her body tried to relax. Sweat coated her
body. Exactly twenty seconds later the next phase came in. The machine thrust
the shaft in and out of her vagina at 200 revs per minute. It rammed the dildo
against Sharon's cervix. Sharon bounced around the bed yelping. Dave loved it.
He ordered Mel to get the video camera. He wanted to keep a copy of this.
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