On A Short Leash (9 page)
Authors: Lindsay Ross
Susannah went to pieces.
She went back to drinking heavily, snorted coke, went to clubs in the city and threw herself at men.
Chapter Seven
For Susannah’s long-suffering parents, the Septimus Grey Academy represented the last chance.
By this time she was nineteen years of age and very pretty despite dark shadows under her eyes and not such perfect skin because of her heavy drinking and poor diet, not to mention the drugs.
When Susannah said there was no way she was staying ‘at this fucking dump’ as she called it, two men fell upon her and restrained her firmly. Although Susannah’s mother winced, she knew better than to intervene; they knew drastic measures were needed if any progress was to be made. Her parents tried to wish her farewell, but Susannah was dragged along a corridor and left in a room bare of any furnishing and fittings and with bars at the painted over window.
She was pacing the room, trying to stem her tears, when she heard the door being unlocked.
One of the men who’d pushed her arm up her back and frogmarched her out of the female Principal’s study had returned on his own, bringing a chair, a bundle of clothes and an implement that looked like a small oar. He set the chair down in the centre of the room, placed the other items on the floor and beckoned to Susannah to come and sit on his knee.
He’d locked the door on the inside.
She was terrified. He was a huge man, drastically overweight but still powerful looking; he wore a short-sleeved shirt and his tattooed biceps were as thick as most people’s thighs.
He patted his knees and she sat where he indicated, then froze completely. She couldn’t move a muscle as he put his hand up her short skirt and felt under her knickers for her pussy. After a little fingering, he pulled her knickers right down to her ankles and resumed his probing between her labia.
He put his left hand under her chin and turned her face towards him so he could kiss her sloppily on the mouth, pushing his tongue in deep. She felt herself tense (he must have felt it too) but didn’t dare recoil so had to endure him, his bristly chin chafing her soft skin, his taste of fried food, his ash-tray breath.
She’d been bone dry but now his fingers had induced some moisture in her pussy.
‘That’s it, honey, lovely cunt,’ he breathed between the kisses. ‘You love it, don’t you?
She thought of Malcolm and tears filled her eyes.
‘Tell me how much you like it, Susie.’
‘I like it,’ she said, almost inaudibly.
‘Can’t hear.’
Malcolm had said the same words but it had been so different.
‘I like it, Sir.’
‘Like what, honey?’
‘I like your fingers up my…’
‘Twat,’ he said, ‘cunt.’
‘Cunt,’ she said.
‘Tell you what I like, shall I?’
She didn’t answer but kissed him back half-heartedly.
‘I like my cock sucked. I bet you’ve done that to a few boys in your time, haven’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Are you a bit of a slut?’
‘Yes, Sir.’ She imagined it was the answer he wanted to hear.
‘Tell me why you’re a slut, a young girl like you. Can’t get enough, eh?’
She tried to agree with him but he bit her lower lip as he kissed her again and she tasted blood.
His breathing was getting faster and he was slavering over her face.
‘Get your kit off,’ he ordered and pushed her away. ‘Quickly!’
She pulled her T-shirt over her head, undid her bra at the back and had to expose her breasts to him. She unzipped her skirt at the side and took it off. Meanwhile he was unclasping his belt and drawing his trousers down along with his pants which released his cock to stand to attention.
She stayed on her knees and crawled between his hairy thighs. She knew she had to grasp the shaft of his prick at the base and then feed the rest into her gaping mouth. He sat back in his chair as if accepting what was due to him, claiming his entitlement. She guessed he was just the first to get to her and that all the men in the place used the girls in the same way. She’d expected the place to be corrupt. It was only her naive parents who couldn’t see such things when they were plain as a pikestaff.
It was obvious a place like this was going to run by a bunch of sadists.
He cupped his hands under her breasts and then pulled hard on her nipples.
‘Give my cock a rub between your boobs!’
She left off fellating him and, lowering her breasts, she squeezed them round his erection with her hands, gripping it as firmly as she could, trying her best to masturbate him in the way he demanded.
Then she heard four raps on the door and he got up to unlock it. It must have been a pre-arranged signal because it was the other man who’d dragged her into the room.
This man also brought a chair with him and he put it down near the other one. She saw a thick leather strap dangling ominously from his hand.
The big guy sat down and made Susannah take his cock in her mouth again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other man, who was tall and wiry in build, unfasten his trousers and open them in anticipation. Susannah knew she would be forced to suck both cocks.
She tried to swallow all of his semen when he came, guessing he would take it out on her if she didn’t.
As soon as she licked the last sticky drops from the end of his still rigid prick, she shuffled across to the other man and closed her mouth over the crimson bell-shaped head. This man’s cock was longer and thinner than the first man’s.
An evil pair of bastards, she thought, wondering if they always worked in tandem.
The thin man with the thin cock made her swallow all his load of viscous liquid by holding her head in a vice-like grip.
***
Susannah soon found she was right about the Septimus Grey Academy and that the corruption started at the top. After the two men, she later discovered they were called porters, had used her sexually and then had ‘punished’ her with strap and paddle, they returned her to the office of the Principal, Muriel Janus; the name was on the heavy oak door.
The heavily built man, Myers, sat Susannah down on a chair facing the Principal’s desk and his cadaverous colleague, Bingham, bound her to it with white cords.
‘You’ve started badly, young lady. I’m not sure
lady
is the appropriate word, either. What do you have to say for yourself?’
The Principal picked up a cane from her desk and studied it carefully as if interested in the wood.
‘Sorry.’
‘Sorry,
Madam
.
’
‘Sorry, Madam.’
‘You’ve seen the isolation room but you haven’t seen our punishment block, have you?’
‘No, Madam.’
Miss Janus put the cane down on her desk again and went over to the bay window where she dropped the blinds and pulled the curtains.
‘It was distressing for me to witness your disrespect towards your parents,’ she said with her back to Susannah. ‘Don’t ever speak to me or any of my staff in that tone.’
‘No, Madam. Sorry, Madam.’
‘I wonder if you’re ever truly sorry about anything.’
Muriel Janus picked up a manila file and examined the contents.
‘I don’t recall seeing a worse record in my whole career,’ she said in her emotionless voice. ‘It’s clear you simply don’t know how to behave. Expelled from two schools. Lewd behaviour with boys. Do you know what people call girls who behave in this way?’
‘Yes, madam.’
‘Enlighten me.’
‘Sluts, whores, tramps, bikes, trailer trash…’
‘Enough. You seem only too well acquainted with the terms. Why are you so promiscuous, I ask myself? You seem to have no control over your sexual urges. The word nymphomania comes to mind. Do you know what that means?’
‘Liking sex, Madam.’
‘Liking it so much it becomes unhealthy, like an addiction, as bad as alcohol and tobacco…and drugs. I’m told you take drugs as well?’
‘I have done in the past.’
‘Let me warn you against doing anything like that here. Any indulgence in any of these things, including smoking, will bring instant and severe punishment. I’m not just talking about the cane.’ She picked it up again and swished it through the air. ‘Best you give our punishment block a wide berth. It’s not a place you would want to visit. I’m not sure you’re listening to me.’ She cracked the cane down on a pile of books on her desk.
‘I am listening, Madam. I wouldn’t want to go to the punishment block.’
Susannah was thinking of her punishments at Malcolm’s hands, suspended from ropes, dangling in front of him, awaiting the cruel kiss of the whip.
Muriel Janus came behind Susannah and untied the ropes that bound her arms. ‘I’m curious as to what all these boys see in you. You’re not exactly what I would call a beauty. Perhaps all that attracts them is your availability. To put it a little more crudely, they recognise you’ll drop your knickers for anyone.’
The Principal unbuttoned Susannah’s shirt and took it off. ‘I may as well measure you up for your school uniform at the same time.” Muriel undid the fastening of Susannah’s bra and held it between finger and thumb as though the garment needed fumigating. Susannah’s breasts tumbled free and the older woman’s eyes scrutinised them with keen interest.
‘Your tits are pleasing enough, I suppose,’ Muriel said, ‘but at your age they should be firm and shapely.’
Susannah was freed from the other cords and allowed to stand up. She was surprised to hear the Principal refer to her breasts as
tits
and even more surprised when she reached out to feel their shape and uplift.
‘Your skirt is ridiculously short,’ said Muriel, her hands still on Susannah’s milky-white cones. ‘This is the sort of thing that excites boys and leads you into trouble. We have some very impressionable young men here and I don’t want them corrupted.’
The offending skirt was soon removed, knickers followed, shoes and socks…
Susannah was naked under the searching eyes of the Principal and she felt herself blush beetroot red as the woman’s eyes dropped to look at her dark bush.
Muriel went to her desk again and came back with a tape measure.
‘Good posture, girl,’ she told Susannah. ‘Put your shoulders back, arms at your sides.’
Susannah watched Muriel measure round the fullest part of her breasts, her fingers resting on her erect nipples. ‘Bust thirty six inches,’ she announced, ‘nothing startling.’ She took Susannah’s other measurements and jotted them down on a pad on her desk.
‘Did Mr. Myers and Mr. Bingham put those marks on your bottom?’
‘Yes, Madam.’
‘You must have given them trouble,’ asserted the Principal in a tone that suggested there could be no other possible explanation.
‘I did nothing wrong. They assaulted me…er…Madam.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘They stripped me bare, sexually assaulted me and then beat me on the backside.’
The Principal raised her hand suddenly and smacked Susannah hard across her face. ‘Enough of these lies!’ she said crossly. ‘I cannot believe a word you say. You’re a proven liar with sex on the brain.’
Susannah’s left ear was ringing with the force of the slap.
‘I’ve a good mind to cane you now while your bottom is bare.’
‘I’m sorry, Madam.’
‘You admit you lied?’
‘Yes, Madam.’
‘I can see you are a slippery one. I’ll need to keep an eye on you. Not all those marks are recent, in any case. Someone else has had good reason to whip you.’
But this time when Muriel reached out towards Susannah it was to re-arrange her fringe and stroke her long hair. ‘We’ll forget all about it this time if you do something for me.’
The Principal held Susannah’s gaze as she took off her string of pearls and her earrings, before removing her smart jacket. She then undressed completely. When she was naked she padded over to the door and turned the key in the lock. Muriel went to lie down on a comfortable looking couch that took up most of the space down one wall.
‘Come, girl,’ she said, beckoning with her finger. ‘I like to relax at this time of the evening. Pleasure me.’
Susannah, her hands shaking, knelt alongside the couch and reached for Muriel’s breasts, old women’s tits, more than a little droopy but Susannah smiled as if in admiration of her figure. She stroked and caressed the wrinkled flesh, while Muriel leaned her head back on the arm of the couch, closed her eyes and exhaled with a long, heart-felt sigh.
‘If you’re so good at sex we’ll see what you can do for me.’
It was slightly easier for Susannah now that Muriel wasn’t looking at her with those laser eyes.
Very gently, Susannah reached for Muriel’s pussy and the woman brazenly opened her legs to make it easier for her.
‘This is safer than going with boys,’ Muriel said after Susannah had fingered her for some time. ‘You can’t get pregnant and you don’t get called a trollop. No one disapproves of lesbians these days. Now you can use your tongue.’
The Principal made room for Susannah’s head to come between her thighs and she began to lick, parting the woman’s rough pubic hairs to find her labia. It was only a short time since she’d sucked cocks and now it was the very different taste of a woman on her tongue and a different odour that filled her nostrils.
‘I can do more for you than any spotty youth, in any event,’ Muriel said dreamily, not opening her eyes. ‘I’ve a lovely collection of dildos to shag you with.’
She let out a long groan of pleasure as Susannah’s tongue probed higher and settled herself as though expecting the joy to last forever.
‘Go to it, my darling little nympho!’
Chapter Eight
Susannah listened to the girls talking in the dormitory after lights out and discovered Emma Holman was the mistress most talked about. You had to keep on her good side if you didn’t want to be flayed alive. She was acknowledged as the fiercest flogger. But she was also stunning looking and quite a number of the girls had a crush on her.
The gossip was all about her being put in charge of the punishment block. One girl had come back with tales of her ordeal in the block and how Miss Holman had lorded it over everyone else, including the men. She showed her body to someone in the shower and then to the whole dorm. It was covered in the worst bruises anyone had ever seen.
