15 comments/ 467509 views/ 144 favorites A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 01 By: LordRamsay [This story is a continuation of the "A Whore is Born" series (also published on this site). Whilst it is not strictly necessary to have read this before reading this series, if you have not done so already, it may aid your understanding of some of the characters if you give it a go at some stage. In any event, to old and new readers of my stories, enjoy…] A Schoolgirl's Lesson - Chapter One Debbie had been fucked several times by the General before Alice, her young teenage daughter, witnessed her mother taking the General's enormous cock up her arse. It had all happened just a few days ago. Alice, a keen violinist, had been due to appear in her school concert. Her mother would normally have come along to see her daughter perform but, for the first time, she said that she could not make it due to an urgent meeting at her church. A devout church goer herself, she understood how important this would have been and did not object when her mother was forced to cancel. She had hoped her father could come along but he was away in Iraq on urgent military business. The concert had been due to start at 7pm and last for 2 hours. She was not due back home until at least 9.30pm. However, by 6.30pm, things were not looking good for Alice. She had been feeling under the weather all day, but had hoped that the queasiness would eventually pass. It hadn't. Instead she got worse, so much so that the poor girl was a shivering wreck when it came to performance time. Her teacher, having seen the state she was in, had little choice but to order Alice home early and for the teacher to take her place. Reluctantly she agreed and, having decided it was best not to call her mother away from her important church meeting, she took the bus home. When she got home, at first she noticed nothing untoward. Just as it should have been, the house seemed to be empty. Alice removed her jacket, put away her violin case in the downstairs cupboard and started to make her way towards the kitchen in order to make herself a warm drink. However, before she could even get to the kitchen, she heard a noise coming from upstairs. It was the sound of someone moving. She stopped what she was doing to check if she was imagining it. More noises could be heard. Someone was in the house. She naturally assumed it was her mother. She must have returned from church early. Just as she was about to open her mouth to let her mother know she was home, she heard a voice. A man's voice! "Oh yeah, that's good…" Alice froze with fear. Her father was still away in Iraq. She knew that because he had called her to wish her luck for the concert just an hour or so ago. The only obvious conclusion was that there was an intruder in the house. She must get out. Quickly. She turned to make her way towards the front door, she had no intention of confronting the intruder. she could call the police when she was safely outside. As she reached the door and slowly began to turn the handle so as not to disturb the intruder, she heard him speak once more: "Oh, yes, that's it, bitch, take that! Take that!" Now, Alice may have been an innocent teenage virgin, but she was still streetwise enough to know that burglars did not necessarily talk that way when they were robbing someone's house. Alice now had the door open, she was able to leave but what the man had just said made her wait a moment. Curiosity was getting the better of her. And we all know what happens to a cat when they become curious! "Oh yes bitch, oh yes bitch…" The man was clearly talking to someone, but to whom? And what could he be doing to talk in such a vulgar manner, the innocent teenage beauty wondered? Things got more confusing with what came next. "Oh God, that is so big, p-please, be gentle…" It was a woman's voice! And furthermore, Debbie swore she recognised it. "Oh, p-please not there, it is too big… Oh it hurts! It is so big…" My God! That was the voice of her mother! And she sounded like she was in trouble… Debbie shut the door and turned around. Her natural reaction was to save her mother. Clearly she was being attacked by whoever was in the house and it was her duty to go and help. But how? She was just a schoolgirl. She could call the police, but that would take too long. Whatever horrible things this man was doing to her mother, Alice needed to stop. And stop now. Frantically she thought about what she could do. She needed something to threaten this man. Quickly she went into the kitchen to get a knife and then she began to make her way upstairs. She was terrified, but she knew what she had to do. As she did, the voices got louder. "Take that bitch!" "Oh, please… Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her mother was clearly in big trouble. She reached the top of the stairs and could hear noises coming from her parent's bedroom. The door was ajar. She was moments away from saving her mother. But then… "Oh you love it bitch, don't you?" "Oh God yes, I love it…" "Tell me how much you love my big cock in your arse, you dirty whore!" "Oh Master, I love your big cock in my @ss! Oh I love the way you fuck me there and treat me like your dirty whore. Oh Master, take me harder! Fuck me harder. Oh yes, Master, like that fuck my @ss Master, oh fuck me hard..." Alice froze with shock. She was confused. Why was her mother saying these things to her attacker? She must have been forced to talk in such a disgusting way, she told herself. "Take that you dirty whore! Take my big cock in you married little @ss…" There then followed the sound of a hand smacking flesh. "Oh! Spank me harder! Spank me harder!" What was going on in there, the naïve teenager asked herself? Alice now reached the doorway. The door was three quarters closed. Her immediate reaction was to storm in there and confronts the attacker, thus saving her mother from her awful ordeal. She grabbed hold of the door handle and was about to burst in when… "Oh your cock is so much bigger than my husband's I love it! Oh yes, I love the way you and your friends fuck me. Oh God, I love it, I love being your dirty whore! Oh yes! Yes! Yes…" Alice was shocked by what she was hearing. Could it really be the case that her mother was actually consenting to this, that she was being unfaithful to her husband, Alice's lovely father? That was too bitter an outcome for Alice to accept but, as the sound of her mother's activities got louder, and her mother's howls of joy pierced the poor teenager's ears, Alice decided that she needed to be sure that her mother was indeed being attacked before she stormed in. So, ever so carefully, she peered around the door and looked into her parent's bedroom... The sight that confronted her confirmed the poor teenager's worst fears. Her parents bed was positioned a good 12 feet away from the door, at the opposite side of the bedroom. It did however directly face the door giving Alice a perfect view of what was going on. On the bed lay a naked man and on top of him was her mother who was riding him cowgirl style. She had her back to the door and so could not see her daughter looking in. The way she was fucking the General's cock also meant that his face remained hidden from Alice. Alice, assuming that her presence had gone unnoticed, moved to stand in the doorway in order to get a better view. Initially she focussed on just her mother who was wearing nothing other than black stockings and suspenders which were tied to a suspender belt; she had her hands on the back of her head as she screamed out. The man's enormous cock appeared to be sliding in and out of her mother's arse. As he fucked her arse, his hands were reaching upwards playing with her enormous breasts. Her bottom was a dark shade of red, no doubt caused by the spanking Alice had heard earlier. "Oh fuck me Master, fuck me harder! I am close, Master, I am close…" This was the moment Alice knew for sure that her mother was an unfaithful whore. Her mother's head began to roll about as she was close to cumming. The man's hands moved from her breasts and he began to spank her bottom. This elicited more groans of joy. Alice meanwhile had stood motionless in the doorway, utterly mesmerised and horrified by the debauched activities happening just several feet away from her. She still did not know what to do. She wanted to storm in and confront her mother. Scream at her. Ask her what she was doing and how could she betray her husband, Alice's father, in such a horrible way. But she didn't. Some terrible force was preventing her from doing the right thing. "Spank me master. Spank me!" Her mother screamed out, oblivious to her daughter's presence. And the man did. And he spanked her hard with the sound of hand on bottom flesh reverberated around the room. Alice had all the while been focusing on her mother but now looked to see who the man was. Unfortunately for her, his face was totally obscured by her mother. He was faceless, although his cock almost certainly was not. Alice looked at it. It was huge. She still may have been a virgin and had never seen a man's cock before, but even she could tell that this was big. Very big. It must a been at least 10-11 inches long although she could not be sure since it kept on disappearing up her mother's bottom. "Oh Master, that is so good! Oh Master, I am cumming, I am cumming… Oh!!!" As her mother came, Alice, distraught and disgusted by what she had just witnessed, silently moved away from the door, tears now streaming down her cheeks and hurried outside, still convinced neither her mother nor her lover had seen her… She was wrong. Although the General never got to see Alice's face, he knew who it was standing at the doorway. You see when the poor girl had foolishly opened the door to get a better view, the General was able to see past Debbie and note that someone was standing there, although much of her, including her, face remained hidden. At first he had thought it was Debbie's husband, but then he recalled he had only sent him to Iraq a couple of days ago and was not due to return until the end of the week. And when he saw part of a grey pleated skirt and white shirt, he put two and two together and got Alice. Her presence of course did nothing to stop him from fucking her mother. Indeed it actually spurred him on, forcing him to fuck her even harder and the presence of the teenage daughter as he fucked the mother appealed to this sick man's worst instincts. Of course by the time he came in Debbie's arse, he could see that Alice had gone. He rightly assumed that she was too shocked to stay and confront them. Now this of course presented the General with a potentially sticky dilemma: tell the mother in order that she stop Alice from telling the father? However, if he told Debbie that her daughter knew that she was a whore, she may be so overcome with guilt that she might stop being his fuck toy. The alternative was to keep quiet in the hope that the daughter was too shocked to tell either the mother or the father and he could go on happily fucking Debbie. As he got dressed and pondered his dilemma, he noticed a picture of Alice on her mother's dresser. Being Debbie's Godfather, he of course knew Alice, not particularly well; indeed they had not seen each other properly for at least three years. And he had always remembered her as a rather nondescript, spotty little teenager, nothing like the beautiful mother. However on picking up the picture he immediately noticed that things had clearly changed. For the better. For staring up at him was a beautiful teenage girl, not the spotty adolescent of a few years ago. The picture must have been taken on holiday for Alice was wearing a red bikini. She was at the beach, standing next to her mother, who was also wearing a bikini. The outfit naturally did nothing to hide her lovely teenage body. Her breasts, even at this tender young age, were big. They seemed slightly smaller than her mother's, but still must have been at least a 34-D. She had a perfect flat tummy and slender hips which flared out to a lovely petit little bottom. Her face was beautiful. She had an angelic face, with long blonde hair. And the spots were now all gone, replaced by that lovely girly beauty which so appealed to an old lecherous man like the General. The only geeky reminder of past times was the glasses that she was wearing which looked out of place next to the skimpy sexy outfit. However this did not prevent the familiar feeling of arousal being stirred inside the General. And as he looked at Alice, he began to change his plans, rather than go on the defensive and work out a way to prevent the mother from finding out about what her daughter knew, he would go on the attack and ensnare the young teenager daughter into his dark depraved web… Two days later… Alice, as she normally did every Thursday morning, got ready for school. Alice was 18 years old and in her last year at school. She was an exceptionally bright student who was due to attend Oxford university to read law. She had, as the General had hoped, not confronted her mother with what she had seen. She feared that the consequences of revealing her terrible secret might end up leading to her parents getting divorced, something she desperately wanted to avoid. But at the same time, she did want to stop her mother from being unfaithful to her father. But that of course would mean telling her mother all she knew. And if she did that, might her mother leave them for her new lover? And the other thing that kept on nagging away in poor Alice's mind was that cock and how it had fucked her mother's arse. Alice did not know such a thing was possible, that a woman would ever allow a man to enter her in such a horrible, disgusting way. Alice was deeply religious, just as she had thought her mother was, and the only sex she had ever envisaged having was when a man entered a woman's vagina and for Alice this would only ever happen when she was married. But for a woman to allow a man to enter her bottom? Why, that was evil beyond belief. And Alice should have felt a sense of revulsion, but strangely she did not. Instead her mind was filled with images of that enormous cock sliding in and out that bottom, and she could not help but wonder what it would be like if that same cock was fucking her bottom, treating her like a whore and a slut. And whenever she had these terrible thoughts, she desperately tried to put them out of her mind, but try as she might, she could not. And then she would notice how wet her pussy had become… As Alice put on her glasses and looked at herself in the mirror, despite her dowdy look, she could see that she was beautiful. She never wanted to dress in a way that accentuated her beauty. Indeed she did as much as possible to hide the fact that she was a stunner. You see even at this young age Alice was quite the feminist and was a firm believer in women's rights and their fight to be taken seriously in a male dominated world. It was Alice's strong belief that dressing up in a way that pleased a man was demeaning. As such, she always dressed in a way that made her feel comfortable, rather than what would please the opposite sex. (The one exception was the time when she was forced by her mother to wear a bikini - she had protested but her mother had insisted and had then taken a picture of her to prove to Alice that it could be nice to dress up every now and again. Little did her mother know what the fateful consequences of that picture would be.) When dressing for school she always wore long flowing skirts, a baggy shirt and jumper. And unlike most girls of her age, she had absolutely no interest in boys, she was more interested in academia, her violin and God. She had no time for playing around with the opposite sex and her sexual experiences with men was restricted to a kiss with a boy after the church disco, something which she bitterly regretted afterwards. However recently, she had got rather close to her best friend Louise… As she completed her outfit by putting on a pair of flat black shoes, Alice was convinced that she was now old and mature enough to handle this crisis by herself and to bring about a satisfactory conclusion. A young teenager she might have been, but she felt, with some justification, that being exceptionally bright would mean that she could handle this potential disaster. As she pondered how to deal with things, the man who was responsible for bringing about her mother's downfall, and who was now planning a similar operation of attack against the daughter, just so happened to be standing outside her home, ready to knock on the door and prepare his onslaught… Freddie Jackson, a General in the British Armed Forces, already knew that Alice had yet to reveal her dark secret to the mother. He knew this because only yesterday he had fucked the mother while Alice had been at school. The fact that Debbie had allowed this, and mentioned nothing was wrong, told him all he needed to know. And the General was very keen to keep things in this happy state because he so enjoyed fucking the mother. After Debbie had been fucked by the three black men at the Ambassador's party, the General had decided that he now wanted her for himself. He had fulfilled his side of the bargain by allowing the Ambassador to fuck her first, but now he was entitled to enjoy this 36 year old beauty. And no complex plan was needed to get her into bed. One afternoon he arrived at Debbie's home when he knew she would be alone. Debbie initially thought it was a social call but that was until the General showed her irrefutable proof that she was a whore - pictures of her being abused in the dungeon. She protested her innocence and pleaded for the General to go easy on her. The General instead raped her there and then. She was flung on to her marital bed, her legs forced wide open, dress lifted up and then the General forced himself down on her. She of course screamed and pleaded for him to stop. He instead just ripped open the bodice of her dress to reveal her naked bouncing tits. He then took his giant cock out and forced his way into her pussy. Despite her screams of protest, the General immediately noticed how wet her pussy had become, and the ease with which he could force his way in. As he took her, he took great delight in watching her big tits shake up and down with each of his violent thrusts and watching her tear strewn face look up at him with those pleading begging eyes and her mouth open in a constant state of shock. And it was not long before those screams of protest gave way to howls of delight as the whore's natural instincts took over and she came as the General raped her. After that, Debbie was his. Once he had finished raping her pussy, he immediately ordered her on all fours and raped her bottom. Her virgin bottom. She of course begged him to take her pussy, but he ignored her pitiful howls of protest and happily thrust away in the tight confines of her arse, savouring how her virgin bottom clung to his big dick. Poor Debbie understandably found this humiliating for there she was, on all fours, on the bed she shared with her husband with this brute of man, a man she had previously trusted and respected, raping her bottom. However this was not even the most humiliating part of the proceedings. It was when the phone went and the General forced her to answer it, even thought his cock was still up her arse that was particularly galling to the young housewife. For calling her was none other than her husband. The man she had promised to be faithful to. Debbie was then forced to maintain a conversation with the man she loved whilst she allowed another man to fuck her in the @ss. The sound of the General thrusting into her bottom and him spanking her tender cheeks did not go unnoticed by her husband who immediately enquired what the noise was. She told him that it was the TV and that she was so out of breath following her early morning run. Luckily for her it worked for, a few seconds after she hung up, she screamed as she came like she had never cum before. The combination of committing adultery whilst talking to her husband was all too much for her. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 01 After that, she happily became the General's plaything. He fucked her on a regular basis, often forcing her to fuck two, or even three men at once. She loved it. She was a natural born whore and the General assumed that her daughter would be the same. As the General rang the door bell, he knew that he could not just rape Alice like he had raped the mother. The fact of the matter was he had no leverage on Alice, nothing to bribe her with, nothing to force her to become his fuck toy. Indeed, if anything, the roles were actually reversed and Alice could potentially ruin his army career with what she knew. However the General was too cunning to ever let that happen and was confident the daughter, like the mother, would become his. A few seconds later, Alice opened the door… "Oh hello, Freddie" Alice said on seeing the General, clearly surprised to see him. She had thought it would have been her best friend, Louise. Alice had not seen the General for a couple of years and was slightly taken aback at seeing him now, dressed in full military uniform. She assumed he was here to see her father, who was also in the army. "Hello, Alice, how are you?" "Oh, I am fine Freddie…" Alice had always referred to him by his first name, rather than his official title. "Err I am sorry, but my father is not here, he is actually in Iraq…" "Yes, yes I know, I sent him there!" "Yes, of course you did. Silly me. Err, well…" "I am actually here to see your lovely mother, her Aunt wants me to give her this." Freddie then waived an envelope. "Is she in?" Of course, Freddie knew that Debbie was out. He had arranged for her to be away today, she would soon be fucking some of his friends. It was all a ruse to get Alice alone. "No, she is actually out, she left early today…" The naïve daughter replied. "Oh, not to worry. Well, I suppose I should have called before I arrived. Do you mind if I come in, I have a quick call to make?" "No, of course not Freddie, please, come in…" "Thank you and perhaps I can give you a lift to school when I am finished?" "Oh, yes, thanks very much…" Freddie made his way inside. Once in, he was not entirely sure how things would progress. His strategy was to get Alice talking about her mother, he would then have to play it by instinct, hoping events would conspire in his favour. For a man used to the most meticulous of planning, this was far from satisfactory, but without any means to coerce the girl, he had no other option. Freddie picked up the telephone and started to make a call to his office - he was dialling himself knowing that no one would pick up. "Can I get you a cup of tea, Freddie?" Alice asked. "Yes, dear, that would be lovely. And why don't you make one for yourself, be nice to catch up, it's been a while." Alice obeyed and scurried off into the kitchen. Five minutes later she returned holding two steaming mugs of tea. She had 15 minutes before school started and thought it would be nice to catch up with him. She had always liked him and, to be honest, after the few days she had just had, she appreciated the friendly company. Freddie had completed his "call" and was sitting in an armchair next to the phone. Alice gave him his cup of tea and went to sit herself down in a chair directly opposite him. Freddie looked at Alice, despite her attempts to appear dull and unattractive, it was impossible to hide her beauty. The round glasses were annoying but they did nothing to hide her angelic, beautiful young face. The baggy clothes may have gone some way to disguise those lovely girly curves, but nothing could prevent those enormous breasts from thrusting out and upwards for all to enjoy. And when she sat down, enough of those slim legs were on display to indicate the promise that lay above. Freddie knew that she had a body to die for, it was just a question of how quickly he could reveal it in all its glory. At first there was the usual small talk - catching up on what Alice was doing at school, which college she was looking to attend - just like her mother she was a bit of a brain box and was earmarked for Oxford or Cambridge. Freddie then moved on to her family, her grandparents, her father and then finally, on to her mother… "And how's your mother doing these days?" He enquired eager to see what kind of reaction he would get. He was not to be disappointed since Alice immediately stopped smiling and looked down at the floor. "Oh, she is fine, I suppose…" Freddie said nothing for a few moments before continuing with his interrogation. "Is she keeping herself busy?" Alice could bring herself to look at Freddie, her kind Uncle Freddie, for the mention of her mother brought those awful memories of her being @nally fucked by that huge cock to the forefront of her mind. She wanted to scream out and say "Yes! She is very busy in fact. Busy being an unfaithful whore!" But of course she could not. Instead she whispered, "I think she is ok…" "Good! Good, I know how Debbie likes to make sure she has her fill of things to keep her satisfied. And you know I saw her just the other day at a restaurant, she was looking very happy. She must have been with a friend of hers, good looking chap, could not recognise him but they seemed to be having a very good time…" Oh My God! A good looking friend, a male friend, having a good time, Freddie must have seen her with her lover, she thought. This was too much. This was getting out of hand. Her mother's indiscretion was sure to bring shame on their family, especially her poor father. "Do you know who he was? They seemed awfully friendly…" Clearly he was suspicious. Clearly he suspected something. That must have been why he was here, today, to confront her mother, his wife's niece, to tell her to stop bringing shame on the family. Alice found all of this too unsettling. Despite earlier telling herself that she was able to handle the situation, she did not figure on someone else knowing. Tears began to swell up in her eyes and she could feel her face turning a bright shade of red. She did not know what to say. All she knew was that she needed to be alone. Without saying anything, she got up and ran out of the room, tears pouring down her face, embarrassed by what was happening to her. She fled upstairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. As soon as she had left the room, a big smile came across Freddie's face. Things were going better than expected. He got up and followed Alice up to her bedroom. When he got there the door was slightly open and he entered to find her sitting on her bed sobbing her heart out. "What's wrong, my dear? What happened down there?" he asked, in his most sincere tone. Alice could not stop crying. How could she tell the truth to this kind old man? "N-nothing, I am sorry, I-I don't know what came over me…" "Well, you do seem mighty upset? Was it something I said? You know I am 60 years old and I am sometimes prone to say things which are not appropriate. It's just that I can't think what I could have said to cause you get so upset, my dear? Sometimes I don't understand the youth of today" "No, no, it's not you, it's oh… I don't think I can say…" Freddie could see that she was close. Close to telling him about her mother. Progress was being made. As such he decided to make himself more comfortable. He noticed that there was a pink armchair opposite the bed where Alice was sitting. He walked over to it. On top were numerous teddy bears. Unceremoniously he brushed them on to the floor and sat himself down. Now for the first time he was able to properly get a good look at Alice's bedroom. Predictably, for a girl of her age, it was girly and pink. The wall was covered by pink flowery wallpaper and pictures of pop bands. There was a dresser with a mirror on top with make up - a sign that she was developing into a woman - but her girly touch remained as indicated by the numerous teddy bears that were carefully placed on top of her well made bed. A typical bedroom for any teenage girl he thought. "Alice, you can tell me what's wrong. Clearly something is bothering you and you should not be getting yourself so upset. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Come on, you can tell good old Uncle Freddie, you know you can trust me. And I promise you, as an officer and a gentleman, not to tell your parents. We'll treat it as top secret, hey, just like those military secrets that I get told every day." At this Alice laughed. She had fond memories of Freddie and as she looked up at this kind old man she thought yes, she could trust him, couldn't she? He was a respected General in the British army and you don't get to that position without being able to exercise good judgment. If she shared her burden with him then perhaps he could give her some good advice? But it was still so difficult to tell anyone what Alice had witnessed. "It's ok, my dear, whatever it is, we'll get through it, together." Freddie said eager for her to spill the beans. "Yes, it's just that, well I am going to find this very difficult to tell you. I am not sure I can…" "Of you course you can, whatever it is, I am sure I have come across it before, I am an old hand you know! And I assure you, we will get through it together. You and me." Alice looked up at his kind face. His assurance and kind words was comforting and she started to believe that they could get through this together. So, with a little hesitancy, she opened her sweet mouth and told Freddie exactly what she had seen that fateful evening… Of course, her tale came as no shock to Freddie. Indeed he enjoyed hearing about how appalled Alice was at seeing this faceless man with "his very large penis" doing all those horrible things to her mother. At the end of the tale Alice was exhausted and out of breath, tears were streaming down her cheek due to relief, rather than sadness, as she was finally able to unload her burden on to someone else. Freddie looked on with a feeling of smug self satisfaction. He felt that he had Alice exactly where he wanted: in a state of emotional turmoil and eager for him to guide her. And Alice was looking up at him, wanting guidance, wanting him to say something, to express outrage at what he had heard and to offer a solution to get her out of her nightmare. Instead he said nothing. Silence enveloped the room, which caused Alice to feel even more uneasy. She was now terrified that she had said too much, that Freddie was perhaps too shocked to say anything, or, perhaps even worse, that he did not believe her story, that she was making it up as part of some teenage hysterical fantasy. Freddie crossed his legs, looked down and fiddled with the crease on his trousers. He was deliberately keeping the poor girl waiting. He wanted her to fell uncomfortable after she had confessed. He knew the silence would make her even more anxious. Making her weaker for his attack. Thirty seconds or so passed although for Alice it felt more like an hour. Finally she could stand it no longer and screamed out: "Well, what do you think? What do you think I should do? You do believe me, don't you? Oh please, Freddie, help me!" Freddie looked up at her and, as calm as you like, said, "Well, to be honest you with Alice, it comes as no surprise!" This response was unexpected and Alice responded accordingly. "Comes as no surprise? What do you mean? How can you say that? My mother was being unfaithful. And in such a horrible, disgusting way. That should be a surprise to everyone!" She was now screaming out in anger at Freddie, confused as to why he was being so calm and behaving in such an irrational way. She expected him to be incredulous with disbelief at how her mother had behaved. Instead, here was this calm man, seemingly nonplussed about what she had told him. And she wanted to know why? Surely his reaction was a mistake? "Freddie, you must understand me, my mother was unfaithful, and she is a horrible person. You must agree with me?" Freddie smiled at her, which only infuriated her further. "Alice my dear, life is a complex tapestry. On the face it, yes, I suppose you could say that it is terrible, that she should never have done those things, but life is rarely that simple…" "I-I don't know what you mean. For me it is very simple. What she did was wrong, there is nothing complicated about it at all!" She screamed back becoming increasingly frustrated with him. "Yes, yes, you are naturally devastated that your mother has chosen to behave this why." Freddie calmly replied, hysterical girls needed to know that at such times men would always remain calm. "But have you asked yourself "why"?" "Why?" "Yes, why did she do these things, after all it sounds like that she was not raped, so we can only assume that she consented to all those "awful" things? She must have had a reason?" Alice for a few seconds said nothing. Freddie's calmness under her fire had unnerved her. And she hated to admit it, but he was right. In all her anger she had never properly considered the reasons behind her mother's infidelity. She had just believed, from the outset, that her mother was in the wrong. She had a strong inner conviction about such moral issues which stemmed from her deeply conservative religious upbringing. Such people always thought they were right and thought anyone who disagreed with them were dangerous liberals. As such, there should be no need for Alice, nor anyone else for that matter, to delve any further and look for explanations, or even excuses, for why her mother had allowed another man to fuck her in her arse. It was wrong. End of. Let's deal with it and try and move on. She was about to tell Freddie as much when he again spoke. "You see Alice, before we look at ways at handling this "dreadful" situation, it might help if we understood what made her behave in this way. I think it would help you properly formulate the correct response." Alice thought about this. Perhaps Freddie had a point? There may be no harm in understanding what made someone, who was supposedly a loving caring wife, who was also deeply religious, become a whore. "Well, I suppose we could, I have not really thought about what made my mother do all those shameful things. I suppose it wouldn't do any harm…" She was still convinced that there was nothing Freddie could say that would assuage her burning anger or make her think any differently of her mother. Freddie, seeing that he was making progress, decided to step up has attack and provide his own unique analysis of events. "Well, in my humble opinion Alice, and I don't think you are going to like this, your mother's behaviour is a natural reaction to the society we live in today and the terrible burden it places on women. You see your mum, is confused about the role she should play in life. Women these days are pressurised into having a career, family and, at the same time, being a great wife. It is all too much for them. It was much easier, say 50 years ago, when a woman knew exactly what her place and role in society was. "And your mother is a classic victim of all these pressures. If we look at her life, she had you at a relatively young age, at 18 I think, and she had to put to bed any thoughts of going to Oxford and pursuing a career - something I understand you are keen to do yourself. Now, I think she has regretted this and had spent the rest of her life yearning for some other great purpose, something to fulfil her, rather than being happy with what she has got. Had she been born in the 1950s, I am sure being a mother would have been sufficient. She would have realised that her role was first and foremost, to be a mother and a good wife to your father. And by being a good wife I mean by pleasing him however he wanted and doing what he said. Anything else would have been irrelevant. "As such, I think she now leads a confused life. On the one hand she is delighted at being a mother, but on the other she is looking for something else. Something to alleviate the boredom. As you get older and become less dependent on her, she needs something to fill the void. I suspect she had discussed this with your father and, like any good man, he would have told her that what she had should make her happy - a lovely home, daughter, loving husband and she should just get on with enjoying life. "But because of the pressures I alluded to earlier, this is not enough for her. She wants something else. Your father has probably told her she cannot work - you come first. So she has looked for something a little more forbidden, something away from him that only she knows. And that is why she had sought out another man. This new man, I suspect, is filling the void in your mother's life. "And you are right, this is totally unacceptable. Debbie should accept that she is a woman whose purpose in life should be serving your father's needs and wishes." When finished with his unique analysis, Alice looked at him dumfounded. She did not know where to start. She was a committed feminist. Her dowdy image was testament to that. She wanted to be taken seriously in life, not someone who was just looked on as a fine piece of meat. What Freddie seemed to be saying was that women should be servile housewives and be at the beck and call of their husbands - basically subjugate their lives for the happiness of their man. This was a complete anathema to her and she intended to let Freddie know exactly what she thought of his outdated views. "That is absolute nonsense! How can you say that about women? Women have progressed these past 50 years because we have been given equal rights - the right to have a career, the right to progress in society. Equality of women's rights is one of the great success stories of the twentieth century. Why should we go back to the days when we were miserable and treated like second class citizens? We should not be junior to men, we are their equal in every way and your views are a load of outdated tosh!" She screamed out, her response delivered with as much anger as she could muster. She had almost forgotten that the debate's original purpose was to discover why her mother was a whore. Despite her reaction, Freddie merely looked at her and smiled. Her response was entirely predictable and one that he had deliberately provoked. His plan was working. "You say women were miserable in the 1950s? Well, that's interesting. Why don't we look at that in a little more detail? Now, you say you want to go to university, is that correct?" Alice could not understand what on earth could be gained by this line of questioning, but she decided to play along, for now at least. "Yes, I expect I will be going to Oxford in a couple of years." She had crossed her arms and folded her legs. Despite sounding confident, Freddie sensed she was on the defensive. "Oxford? Very good. I went there many years ago. And you want to study law, is that right?" "Yes." "And after that, I suppose you want to go to London, to the City, and work for one of the big firms, the ones that specialise in all that high finance that I hear so much about these days?" "Well, yes, I suppose so. And how is this relevant? I mean…" Freddie put up his hand to indicate that she was to be quiet. She instinctively shut up. "Patience. I will come to that in a moment. Now, as I understand, these lawyers tend to work very hard, sometimes 60-80 hour weeks. Are you able for that?" "Of course I am, women can do anything that a man can do!" "Of course they can, and I am sure you would be a very successful lawyer. And what do you intend to do after that?" "After that? What do you mean?" "Well, do you just intend on being a lawyer for the rest of you life, or do you want to do something else? I mean, where do you see yourself when you are say, 30?" A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 01 "30?" Alice had to stop and think for a second. "Well, when I am 30, I suppose I had always imagined that I would be married, probably with children…" "Well of course you do, and something I have no doubt will happen since you are such a lovely looking girl who is bound to be snapped up by some lucky, young fella." Alice looked down and blushed. She always got embarrassed whenever someone complimented her on her looks. Freddie continued: "And when you are married, with kids, do you intend to carry on working in such a pressurised environment, doing 15 hours a day, 6-7 days a week, not seeing your children or husband?" Alice paused. "Well, no, my family would have to come first then…" "So you would leave your job?" "Yes, I'd have, to look after my kids…" "So why go through all the trouble of qualifying as a lawyer, spending five years or so working all those God awful hours if you are going to give it all up and become a housewife? Why not just skip the bit about being a lawyer and spend your time as a wife?" "Well…" She appeared genuinely taken aback by Freddie's rather simple, but compelling logic. "You see, it is this ridiculous pressure that we place on women today that is responsible for much of society's ills. If a woman knew her place, that her role in life was to serve her husband's needs rather than wasting her time trying to pursue a career that they can never hope to maintain in the long run, then the world would be a better place. And then we would not have all this divorce or broken homes with the resultant crime. Indeed everything would be much simpler. Even house prices would become more affordable since you would not have a whole class of single thirty-something girls buying apartments and making housing less affordable for everyone else. Yes, the last 50 years have been a disaster for society and much of it stems from women trying to do things that they shouldn't." Alice, mouth open in shock, could do nothing other than stare at Freddie. What a sexist chauvinistic pig, she thought. She had always assumed that men like Freddie were a thing of the past. Well, she was not going to allow this dinosaur to get with away with offending her and her sisterhood. More calmly than before, she offered her retort. "Uncle Freddie, with the greatest respect, that is the biggest load of rubbish that I have ever heard. Women are equal to men in every way. The fact that some of us prefer to take a career break whilst we raise our children, well that is to be applauded, not criticised. And if we don't do well in our career, I'm afraid the blame lies with men who make it difficult for us to work flexibly…" "Nonsense!" Freddie bellowed back, raising his voice for the first time, shocking poor Alice into silence. "Women are gentle fragile things who need men to dominate them. They need to know that they are there to serve a man's needs first, and that their needs are second. That has been the way for thousands of years and a few decades of social liberalism will not change the natural order of things. And if your mother truly respected this notion of "husband first" she would not have behaved like a wanton whore looking for her own perverted sexual gratification!" "No-no, I do not accept that, I cannot accept that…" "Of course you can. This thing would not have gone on in the 1950s when women knew their place. It's women's rights and all that tosh that is responsible for making many women unhappy. You see them everyday, these poor lovely girls in their 30s who are single, childless, unlikely to ever find a man all because they were sold the "dream" that if you get a career, your life would be more complete. Well, ask these women now if they would prefer a successful career or a husband and a baby, all will reply with the latter." Alice, despite everything, could see some logic with Freddie's madness. "If only girls of today could understand what their role was and how they should behave, trust me, incidents like the one you witnessed would be a thing of the past. Your mother would know firstly, she was there to please her husband and secondly, she would not have it in her to exert the kind of independence that could lead her to being unfaithful. "In short, just like a thoroughbred horse, women need to be properly trained." Alice no longer knew how to react. Freddie was behaving like a bully, that was for sure, but his mad theories somehow resonated with her. Surely all that she believed could not be wrong just because of what this old dinosaur had top say? "I-I don't think women need to be treated like that to be happy, I think we can still be equals and be happy…" Freddie smiled. Gone was her anger and downright hostility of a few moments ago. She now seemed to be a little more amenable to his views, her resolve weakening in the face of his assault, and Freddie had no intention of letting up. "Look" he said, now speaking softly, reverting back to the kind old uncle type having just softened her up. "I don't mean to be so harsh, but I want you to understand that what your mother did, horrible though it was, was a direct result of the pressures that I have just referred to. I am not trying to excuse her, just trying to explain it. If your mother knew her role was first and foremost to be a dutiful wife, she would have been faithful. You may disagree, but I think I can demonstrate that if you were to behave in a way that would please a man, you could truly be happy and not worry about having to pursue all these other pointless things that society is forcing you to go after." "And how could you possibly do that? I mean, I don't believe for an instance that your theories are right and could never come to think that we should just be subservient to a man…" "You are of course entitled to your opinion - clearly you are a bright girl with very strong views - but if you allow me the opportunity and the time to properly explain, I think at the very least you will see that I have a point." Alice paused for a few seconds and thought things through. Initially she found Freddie's views to be abhorrent and going against everything she stood for. She felt that debating him would give his views the respect they scarcely deserved. However, there was this nagging doubt in the back of her mind that she could not get rid of. It lay in the same part of her brain where she wondered what it would be like to take a huge cock up her arse, just as her mother had done. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts, thoughts which made her pussy wet. Debating Freddie, and proving him wrong, could be a way of achieving that. Meanwhile Freddie could see that the young girl was giving his proposition some serious consideration so he decided to try and convince her a little more. "It is true, I may not convince you that my theories are right, but why don't you give me the chance to argue my case? You are a keen student, eager to learn, I am sure as a budding lawyer you are a member of the school's debating society so why don't you allow me to present the case for the prosecution. And I sincerely promise you that I will give the case for the defence a fair hearing afterwards. "I am old and slightly set in my ways but I am eager to hear and understand what the youth of today thinks. You never know, this old leopard may change his spots after all!" Alice smiled. The old man may have been a sexist pig, but boy was he smooth with it. And why not do battle with him? She was late for school anyway and although very slightly tempted with his theories, she was still sure he was wrong and could argue the case with him. She was a bright intelligent young woman with a sense of justice on her side which would defeat the outdated views of this dinosaur every day of the week. "Ok, I am late for my politics class anyway so I don't mind debating with you." She replied, confident in the strengths of her case. "I am sure whatever you say cannot convince me but please, do present the case for the prosecution!" "Thank you for the opportunity my dear, and I look forward to our little battle! "Now the rules of the debate are as follows: as I am leading the case for the prosecution - I will present my case first. You will of course follow once I have finished. As part of my case, I will have to ask you some questions and all I ask is that you answer me truthfully. When you present your case I will of course allow you the same courtesy. I trust that is ok?" "That seems reasonable." Alice replied, seeing no harm in answering honestly since she was eager to express her views. And in any event, as a devout Christian, she was taught never to lie and as far as she could recall, had never told an untruth in her life. It would of course be the cause of her downfall. "Also, my case is likely to involve you partaking in a little practical demonstration in order to help me prove my point. If this was a proper court case, this as you know would not be the responsibility of the lawyer for the defence, but I am afraid we are going to have to be a little unorthodox here and improvise somewhat." "Practical demonstration? What do you mean?" "Well I need to demonstrate to you that a woman's appearance is an essential part of her role in life. And it is so obvious to me that you have a complete disdain regarding your own appearance so this will form a central part of my argument. Indeed, this is going to be where we start first so, my dear, if you could be so kind and stand up for me." Alice was not even being given the opportunity to argue whether she wanted to be involved in such a practical demonstration. Her instinct told her that she should resist but instead she merely obeyed and stood up in front Freddie, who was still sitting in the armchair several feet opposite. She now noticed for the first time all the teddy bears that he had unceremoniously dumped on to the floor. God he was a tough man, she thought. "Hmm, as I thought." He said as he took a long look at her. "Could you just turn around for me, that's it turn right around, and now face me again. Hmm, it is what I feared…" "What did you fear?" "I will ask the questions, if you don't mind!" "Sorry." Alice giggled a little, this was fun and after the few days she had just had, fun was good. "Why do you dress the way you do?" He asked. "What do you mean?" "I told you my dear, I will ask the questions and you will truthfully answer them. If not, we can end this now…" "No! No, I will answer." Alice did not want this to end. She was enjoying herself too much and wanted the chance to prove to this old man than women did have a place and it was not just being a servile housewife dressing to please their man. "Well, I wear these clothes because they are comfortable and I like them." She replied, confidently and honestly. "But they look awful on you. Just take a look at yourself, you are a beautiful young girl and yet you have chosen to dress in a way that does nothing to display your splendid figure. Why are you ashamed of yourself?" "I am not ashamed. I just choose to dress in a way that makes me feel comfortable. That is the most important thing, not how others see me, but how I feel inside." "And what do you feel inside?" "I feel that I am a confident girl that does not need her looks to get on in the world. I just need my brain." "Well it is certainly clear that you don't want to use your looks. But I am not convinced that your brain will help you alone. Men generally find unattractive, bright, aggressive women a turn off in the office. Essentially those women who try and be more like a man, by being overly aggressive and dressing in those ridiculous pant suits tend to actually not get promoted - just some useful bit of information if you do decide to pursue a career in the law. I am sure you would progress a lot more if you dressed in a more sexy provocative way. Men like that. They like to surround themselves with pretty young things." "Well, I refuse to lower myself and go down that road." "We'll see. Now, I want you to take a good look at yourself. Go and stand over there and look at yourself in the mirror." Freddie pointed towards a dresser and a mirror which were to the right of Alice. She obediently walked over. "Look how beautiful you are, Alice, don't you want to show that off to the rest of the world? Let everyone know how feminine and stunning you are. God has blessed you with this lovely figure and you are doing all you can to deny showing it off. Why? You are a religious girl, doesn't God teach us that we should display what is good in us?" Alice looked at herself. Yes, she was beautiful, she knew that, and you know what, maybe Freddie did have a point. God did teach that one should be proud of ones self and display all that is beautiful. Maybe she could dress a little better, in more of a feminine way? "Yes, I suppose God has blessed with me looks, maybe there would be no harm in displaying them every now again…" She replied, daydreaming about what she might look like if she made an effort. "Of course not. Tell me, what are your measurements?" Still staring at her stunning reflection and daydreaming about her looks, she did not immediately realise the significance of the question. Unfortunately for her she found herself answering him without properly thinking. "I am a 34D-23-33". "A 34D - very impressive! So big for someone so young! Although you wouldn't know it by looking at you." Freddie's obvious delight made Alice snap out of her daze and realise that she had just revealed her bra size to this man. "Err, yes, I-I suppose so. I am not sure what relevance that has to the debate…" She mumbled back, somewhat taken aback by his line of questioning and his reaction to her breast size. "Yours is not to ask questions, you will have your time later." Freddie once more told her off for questioning him, even when she felt that his line of attack was a little inappropriate. Alice felt that he was once more exerting control and this was no longer feeling like a debate but more like an interrogation. "Yes, you do have a delightful figure but those awful clothes need to go. That long skirt and that large baggy sweater are plainly ridiculous. They have to go, they do nothing for you. You see, only when you dress like a proper woman can you appreciate what it is like to be admired as a beauty, to be desired by others. Tell me, do you have anything else to wear?" "Anything else to wear? Well I obviously have other clothes…" "No, no, I am not just referring to other clothes, but proper clothes." "What do you mean by proper clothes?" "Clothes that a girl should wear. Clothes that are not designed for comfort, but are designed to accentuate your body. Clothes which have been designed to appeal to men, not necessarily to appeal to the wearer. I had in mind short skirts, tight blouses, high heels, that sort of thing. Do you have any items like this?" Alice was now finding the line of questioning increasingly uncomfortable. When she had agreed to this, she had expected the questions to be on her views of feminism in the 21st century, not on whether she owned a slutty wardrobe. But having agreed to be subjected to this interrogation, she felt duty bound to answer Freddie truthfully, as promised. And having never lied before, she had no intention of starting now. But Alice's high moral standards presented her with a real problem since the truth of the matter was that, remarkably, she did actually own the items that Freddie was referring to. Not that she had ever actually ever worn them, either in private or in public. You see she and her best friend Louise had, a couple of weeks ago, decided to purchase a much more revealing school uniform. A sexy school uniform. The idea was that they would wear it for each other. For their pleasure, not for public consumption. They had visited shops that they normally would never visited, bought the items without even trying them on and stashed them away for a day when they could get together and have fun. Alas that day had never come as her mother's whorish behaviour had unexpectedly intervened and, with Alice understandably preoccupied with other things, they had not yet met up to dress up. As such, the items still remained in their bags, unopened since they had been purchased. "Yes. Yes, I have items like the ones you describe." She replied, her whisper barely audible to the evil Freddie. But audible it was and Freddie was intrigued, he had not expected this answer since he thought she would have just owned more of the same dowdy rubbish. He had planned on her dressing her up in something that her mother possessed. But this unexpected turn of events demanded an answer. "Really? I am somewhat surprised by that. Tell me what you have." Alice was no longer looking at her reflection in the mirror but was looking down at the floor, embarrassed and worried by the turn of events." "Well, I do own a short skirt and a tight blouse…" She stopped, hoping that would satisfy Freddie. But he sensed there was more. "Good, good, anything else?" She was blushing. Her face had turned a bright shade of red. There were of course more clothes, more sexy clothes, and she had to tell him, she could not lie since that would be a sin in the eyes of the Lord. "Well yes, I do have a pair of high heels, and, and…" "And what else? Tell me!" For the first time he was starting to show his impatience with the young girl. "Stockings, suspenders, a garter belt and a g-sting", she whispered. Freddie was truly amazed. This was an unexpected delight. But what was this girl up to? Did she secretly have a man on the go? He needed to know more. "Alice, I am impressed. I did not think you had it in you. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend that you have not previously mentioned? Someone who you have bought these items for?" "No, certainly not!" Alice replied, firstly relieved that she could answer that question truthfully without any recourse to lying and secondly that he would ever think that she would dress like that for a man. Her girlfriend, maybe, but not another man. However she was still terrified that if Freddie probed further, he may find out about Louise and what they got up to when they were alone. And she desperately wanted to keep Louise out of this. "Well, why did you buy these items?" Now Alice was stuck, she could not immediately see a way out. I mean, why would a feminist buy such degrading items especially if she did not even have a boyfriend? She could not quickly think of a reason. She just said nothing and carried on looking down at the floor, desperately hoping that it would open up so she could fall in and not have to tell Freddie about her dark secret. But then Freddie unexpectedly gave her a way out. Excited about what he had discovered, and eager to progress things further, he decided to help her out of her predicament by answering his question for her: "Did you buy them for experimentation, to see how you would look?" Well, that was technically true, she thought. She had bought them as experimentation and technically he did not need to know she was experimenting with another gorgeous teenage schoolgirl. "Yes, I bought them as an experiment, I wanted to see how I looked. I did not buy them for another man." She nervously replied. It was still technically the truth. No sin had been committed. Yet. "Excellent! Excellent!" Freddie exclaimed, thrilled to discover that there was a level of normality about this girl, that she was not just a frump and inside, like all women, she was a slut. And just as he had done with the mother, it was his job to bring it out. "You see, even a committed feminist wants to see what it is like to dress like a proper woman." A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 01 "But I have not worn the clothes. That I promise you!" Alice screamed back, she was once more looking straight at Freddie, determined that this battle was not yet lost. "Yes, but you bought them, and you bought them for a reason. You bought them because you wanted to experiment about what it would be like to look like a proper lady, a lady who displays her body just as it should be displayed." She said nothing. She could not really argue with Freddie's logic without the risk of revealing the true reason behind her purchase. Freddie pressed home his case: "And Alice, I think it makes sense that a young, beautiful teenager should experiment with clothes that bring out the best in you. Clothes that will please a man." Still no retort from Alice. Her fight back had been short-lived. "And Alice, in order for me to prove my point, I want you to put on exactly what you bought." "What?" "Yes, Alice, I want you to dress like a sexy schoolgirl. I want you to appreciate your body. To display it as God intended. Only then will you understand what you possess, how men will appreciate it and how it will ultimately make you happy." Freddie was now being more direct with her than he had previously been. He was taking a calculated risk that she would agree to his request and experiment in front of him. Of course it could backfire and she could just as easily storm out. He was not really in a position (yet) to force her to do anything. "I am sorry, I know I agreed to be an assistant with your case, but I don't want to do this. I think this is going too far and I don't think it is relevant…" "I think it is relevant Alice. I think this will help you. I think if you dress properly, see how you feel, you will come around to my point of view. I mean, what harm could come of it?" That was true, Alice thought, it was not like the man was going to attack her… "Well, I suppose I could. I have not actually worn them so it might be interesting to see how I look..." "Good. Now, you said you bought a blouse, skirt, stockings suspenders, heels and a g-string. Wear them and nothing else other than your school tie. Keep that on, I think that would be most fetching." "Ok" "Oh and Alice, lose the bra, you don't need it." "D-don't wear a bra?" "No, I want you to be free up there. Go, dress as I have ordered." His orders were clear and Alice found herself needing to obey him. Was this normal, she wondered? As she thought about how this once committed feminist was taking and following orders from an old sexist man, she found herself retrieving the relevant items from her wardrobe. They were still in their bag and box. Once she had them all, she made her way out and towards the bathroom. She had no intention of stripping off and dressing in front of him. When she left, Freddie sat back in his chair, quietly satisfied with his morning's work. He was largely making this up as he went along, but her revelation about her recent purchase allowed him to improvise and step up his attack. Of course, there was still no guarantee that she would follow his orders. Without the necessary leverage over this girl she (although she did not know it herself) was still controlling whether Freddie's evil plan would bear fruition or not. He could only just sit back, wait and hope for the best… And the best followed. For about ten minutes later in walked Alice, transformed from dowdy geeky schoolgirl to stunning sexy teenage schoolgirl slut. Gone was the long skirt, flat shoes and oversized jumper to be replaced with a stunning sexy slutty schoolgirl outfit. She was wearing five inch black high heels, a tiny skirt which barely covered her bottom and revealed the tops of her black stockings and the white cream flesh above. She had on black suspenders, also visible to Freddie, which darted up her skirt to be attached to a garter belt. Up top she had on a tight white cotton shirt made from some sort of transparent material which meant that, since she had been ordered to go bra-less, her big tits and thrusting nipples could clearly be seen. The only links to her old self were her glasses, which she kept on but which still did nothing to hide her beauty (Freddie made a note that she would have to wear lenses in future) and her school tie which emphasised that, for all her slutty appeal, she was still an innocent schoolgirl. It took a lot to leave Freddie speechless but the transformation of this teenager left him with his mouth hanging open and struggling for words. He was amazed at what she was wearing, and the fact that she would actually wear it for him. I mean this was not a subtle transformation, going from something dowdy to a little more revealing. This once geeky looking teenager, who dressed like she was going to church, had immediately transformed herself into someone who would not look out of place on a teenage porno film set. And what was even more shocking was that in reality, Alice was here with him, looking like she did, by choice. There was nothing really compelling her to dress this way, other than an innate sense that she had to do what Freddie ordered. She would have seen how she looked in the bathroom and could have ended it there and then. There was no need for her go out like this. She could have called the whole thing off and asked Freddie to leave. And Freddie knew that, faced with a girl who wanted him out, and with nothing to blackmail her with, he would have had no choice but to leave. Violent rape had never been his sort of thing. Coercing women who had no choice but to submit to his evil will without the use of physical violence was his forte. But turn up she did, looking like the perfect teenage slut. And this could only mean one thing to Freddie: she, like her mother, was a subservient wannabe whore who needed to be dominated by a man. She almost certainly did not know the full extent of what she was herself, these feelings were only being brought out now under the expert tutelage of Freddie. But the very fact that she chose to display herself like this to him meant that deep down she wanted to be proven wrong and to be led by him. Indeed, as Alice had gotten ready in the bathroom, she could not believe what she was doing. She had never once in her life dressed like this. Her mother had asked her many times before whether she wanted to try and wear things other than the dowdy skirts and pants, but she had always steadfastly refused, saying she was happy with how she looked. (The one notable exception was the time her mother had persuaded her to wear a skimpy bikini. She had reluctantly agreed since on holiday no one would have seen her.) But what was happening now was entirely different. She was dressing like this not for her mother, not even for Louise, but at the behest of this man. And she had agreed, despite every feminist bone in her body telling her to resist, and found herself doing exactly what he had ordered. She could not explain it. She was normally such a sensible, rationale girl but as she slid her g-string on and made sure it slipped perfectly inside her teenage buttocks, she could not explain why she was behaving in such an irrational way. Her brain was screaming out: "Stop! Stop, you idiot! Tell Freddie that this is over! Tell him that nothing he could do or say will ever convince her that she was wrong, or that her mother's behaviour could be excused in any way." But some other part of her body was telling her to carry on. Fulfil her inner instincts, dress in a way that would please this man. She did not know where this overwhelming surge of power was coming from but, as she adjusted the front of her g-string, she noticed that her pussy had become soaking wet… When she had finished putting on her outfit and looked at herself in the mirror, she could not deny that, dressing like a slut did make her look, and feel, oh so good. But mingled with that was a feeling of fear. The fear of displaying too much of her young body. After all, she had never showed off so much leg before by wearing such a short skirt. And it was short. Too short. Whatever she did, however she walked, she could not prevent the little mini from flapping up revealing the tops of her stockings and suspender straps. And when she looked at herself from behind to see if things were any better, she was horrified to see that if anything, things were a worse for the beginnings of her lovely teenage bum could be seen. Naturally the g-string did nothing to help. Indeed, the g-string was a source of much consideration for the young girl. Previously all she had ever worn were big cotton panties which, although comfortable, were hideous to look at. She had never even put on a pair of silky French knickers, let alone a g-string. When she had bought it, she thought it would have been too uncomfortable for her and would instantly dislike it. But somehow now, the feeling of a piece of string riding up her butt cheeks, leaving them fully on display seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. And for a feminist, this was something she could not easily believe She would have spent more time dwelling in these contradictory feelings if it wasn't for the fact that she was forced to focus on her blouse and her breasts. Her naked breasts that could clearly be seen though her shirt. This, more than anything else, horrified her. She had abnormally large breasts for a girl so young and had always done her very best to hide them by wearing large clothes. But now, by wearing a tight fitted white shirt made from the thinnest of cotton, and being forced to go without a bra, she had performed a complete u-turn and was doing all she could to highlight her marvellous teenage tits. And they were marvellous. They were so big that the tight shirt could barely contain them. The buttons seemed like they could burst open at any moment, such was the pressure being exerted on them. She had wanted to buy a bigger shirt but Louise had told her that one a couple of sizes too small would be better. But better for whom, she now wondered? She might have agreed with her girlfriend had she been here, but she was with Freddie, an old man who would no doubt derive a great amount of pleasure from seeing her tits being displayed in such a way. And why were her nipples so erect. They never got so hard. Even when she was with Louise, they had never felt so big and firm. This was all so wrong. She should change back into her original uniform, return to her old self and stop becoming a sexy schoolgirl slut for this old man. She was a bright intelligent girl, a straight "A" student who always valued what was inside over appearance. A lifetime's values instilled by her family, school and Church surely could not now be blown away in a matter of minutes by the ranting of an old man. She was going to change. She was going back to how she was. Her brain was going to finally overpower the feelings in her pussy. Commonsense would prevail… And as poor Alice stood in front of Freddie, dressed as the sexy schoolgirl slut she swore she would never be, she contemplated the power of the pussy over the brain and wondered where this would all end… After thirty seconds or so of Freddie ogling the teenage beauty, he finally spoke. "Well well my Dear, you look splendid, don't you think? You finally look like a girl should, when in the presence of a man." "Err, I am not so sure, it is a little too revealing for me, perhaps?" "Nonsense, my dear! Ha ha, if anything it is not revealing enough!" Alice wondered how much more revealing an outfit could get? "Admit it, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you felt a sense of pride. Pride in your body and how it looked when you displayed it properly?" Recalling that she was still answering questions for the "prosecution" and had promised to do so honestly, she had no choice but to tell Freddie the truth. Not that she liked it. So, hands clasped demurely in front of her, head bowed down, and unintentionally presenting herself as the perfect submissive slut, she replied: "Yes, I was slightly taken aback with my appearance and could appreciate that, to some people, I would look attractive…" "But do you think you look attractive? Do you like looking sexy?" "Yes." She whispered, knowing the answer was an admission of defeat in this particular battle. She wondered how many further battles with Freddie she would lose. "Alice, I want you to now walk up and down the room. I want you to model your outfit for me." She immediately obeyed. She no longer listened to the rationale voice in her brain. She was now listening to the deafening noises coming from her pussy. Her wet pussy. And her pussy told her that it was her duty to be a model, to allow this old man to appreciate her young teenage body all dressed up in a sexy slutty way. So, this once firebrand feminist began her career as a glamour model and, as she did, Freddie uncrossed hid legs to allow his now fully erect 11 inch dick some room to breath. And Freddie took great delight in humiliating this once haughty teenager. Just like her mother she was simply powerless to control her feelings when presented with the supreme will of a powerful man. They all crumbled and, like her mother, the lines of defence faded fast. He allowed her to walk up and down the room for a good couple of minutes, her black high heels pounding away on her girly pink carpet. Her grey mini flapped up with each step, revealing the bottom of her arse. Her tits, although tightly encased in her blouse, still shook up and down, the nipples seemingly getting more and more erect with each step. Finally, with Freddie's dick at bursting point, he decided to continue with his verbal assault. "You can stop now, my dear. Here, come and stand in front of me. That's right, right in front of me, good…" Alice moved to stand a couple of feet away from him. Again she clasped her hands in front of her and looked down but, as she did, she could not help but see Freddie's enormous cock protruding up against his black trousers. If she was afraid before, she was downright terrified now. "The outfit is splendid, Alice, and I believe I have proved to you that you do feel more of a woman when you are dressed in an appropriate way. Don't you think?" "Yes, I suppose you have." "Good! And let's explore that a little further, shall we? How do you feel not wearing a bra? It is nice, is it not, to have those big breasts of yours free, just as God intended them to be? Men like to know that a girl's tits are free and available to them, don't you think?" By using the word "tits" Freddie was, was the first tie today, using a derogatory term in front of her. Alice should have been shocked. But she wasn't. In the circumstances, dressed as a slut, she felt it only appropriate that this man should use slutty language. "They do seem different when they are free. They do shake up and down and well, my nipples do graze against my shirt, but I suppose it is nice, you know nice to experience the feeling of freedom. But I can't comment on what a man would want since I have never been with one before…" "Of course you haven't. Of course you haven't. And I take it you have worn, the g-string as ordered. I only ask because I cannot see it to be sure." "Yes, yes I have." "And how do you find it? Uncomfortable?" "I did at first, but now…" "But now?" "Well, it doesn't feel too bad. I do a feel a little naked, I thought I wouldn't like that, but actually, as with my bra, it does feel rather liberating." As she spoke, Alice could not believe what she was saying. The feminist in her was dying, and it was being killed by the power of her pussy. "That's only natural. You see, a girl, just as with her tits, needs to display her arse to her man. Too often women choose to wear ridiculous big panties, the ones I am sure you were wearing before. But as I said, your needs are irrelevant when it comes to the needs of a man. A man insists on his bitch wearing something that aesthetically pleases him. That goes for the heels, stockings and short skirt. But the g-string is the very epitome of what a true bitch should wear." Freddie's language was deliberately getting cruder. He had noted her completed lack of response when he had used the word "tits". He now wanted to step it up. And when he in effect called Alice a bitch, he noted that she looked up at him, and licked her full lips. "Alice, come closer and turn around so I can see your bottom. I need to inspect it." Alice obeyed. Being called a "bitch" and not protesting was the biggest sign to her that she had lost any will to fight back. It was now only a question of how far this wicked old man would push her. She walked over to stand just a couple of feet away from him and then turned around. She assumed she just wanted to look at her bottom. She still had a lot to learn about Freddie. "Now, I want you to reach behind and lift your lovely skirt up for me so I can take a good look at your arse." Alice at first did not move. Could she do this? No man had ever seen her bottom before and yet she was being ordered by a man who, was not only calling her a "bitch", but was rapidly treating her like one. The orders, like his language, were being aggressively ratcheted up and she found herself unable to resist or challenge him. So, ever so slowly, her hands reached back to find the bottom of her tiny mini. Grabbing hold of it, she slowly moved it upwards, revealing her teenage bottom to the greedy eyes of her attacker. "That's it, right up to your waist… Oh my, that is beautiful. Just simply beautiful. I see the g-string has disappeared right up your cheeks. That is perfect. The perfect way a bitch should display her bottom. To her Master!" "Master?" At this, Alice finally questioned her interrogator. "Yes, Alice, every bitch needs a Master. A man whom she completely obeys and submits herself to." Freddie, as if to emphasise that it was he who was her Master, placed his hand on her bottom and gently stroked it. "Yes, every bitch needs a Master, Alice, don't you agree?" "I-I don't know? Oh, please, you should not be touching my bottom this way, it is not right…" "It's ok Alice, I am just, as the lawyer for the prosecution, trying to show you that a woman's role is to be subservient to a man. You remember our little argument, don't you Alice?" In truth Alice had completely forgotten the original reason why she had gotten herself into this predicament, so engrossed had she become in performing Freddie's every order. However when Freddie reminded her, it allowed Alice to try and regain some composure and reassert control over the proceedings. "Yes, I remember, but how is this helping? I mean this is not right. I should not have to display my bottom to you. You should not be touching me. And I am no one's "bitch" nor do I need a "Master"… Oh ouch, Freddie, p-please…" On hearing Alice disagree with him, Freddie did the only thing a man could do when a bitch dared disobey her Master. He spanked her. And he spanked her hard. "Freddie, no! No! Stop! What are you doing?" She screamed, truly horrified at what he was doing to her. "Schoolgirl's need to be punished when they are naughty". Spank! Spank! Spank! "No, p-please stop…" Spank! Spank! Spank! Freddie ignored her and merely carried on implementing what he deemed to be the necessary punishment for a wilful schoolgirl's bottom. Each bottom cheek received his cruel attention and was spanked several times. And during this assault on her person, Alice just stood where she was, keeping her skirt raised and providing him with an unobstructed access to her teenage cheeks. She found that she was no longer in control of her person - she now seemed only able to act following strict orders from Freddie. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 01 But this was ludicrous, she told herself. Her brain was screaming out to her to pull her skirt down, turnaround and confront this man. But she found that she couldn't. Her pussy told her to obey Freddie, told her that it was perfectly natural to hold her skirt up and allow this man to punish her bottom. It was as if she was meant to do this. Meant to behave in this wanton fashion. Meant to be his bitch… The spanking continued for about 30 seconds before it stopped. Her cheeks were now a light shade of red. He was yet to give her a proper thrashing, although he was about to rectify that. He sat back in his chair, satisfied not only with his work but how submissive the bitch was. He had not expected it to be so easy, but she was probably overawed by the power and confidence of his assault. And he had no intention of letting up as he approached his victory. "You may pull your skirt down and turnaround, Alice." Finally she had been given the order she most craved. It was just a pity that she had to be told by Freddie before she could actually do it. When she turned around to face him, instinctively she once more adopted the classic subservient pose: hands clasped in front of her and demurely looking down at the floor. "And how do you feel now, Alice?" He was being kind again. Gone was the foul language. He was talking to her like he was some sort of respectable doctor after giving her some medicine. She was finding this all so unsettling. "Not great." She lied. "Not great? Come on, you did not enjoy it just a little, playing the role of a submissive?" Silence. "Alice, please. We had an agreement. You need to answer me truthfully. You know you have to…" It was true, she had no choice. Silence was not an option. She had to be honest, even if she did not like what she had to say. "I suppose it was interesting being a submissive. I am not sure I would want to do it all the time…" "But you did allow me to spank you. I assume you have never been spanked before?" Alice said nothing but, still looking down at the floor unable to look directly at her interrogator, she shook her head. "You could have walked away. Why didn't you?" Again Alice said nothing, but this time Freddie did not press her for an answer. He was eager to close the deal. "I believe you didn't walk away because you are a natural submissive and you could not help but allow yourself to be spanked by me." Still silence. Alice could not argue with what seemed like the truth. "Alice, I want you to look up at me." Alice slowly moved her head up and looked at Freddie. When she did, once more she could see the unmistakable outline of his erect cock. It looked enormous. She licked her lips. "Alice, I want you to admit that you enjoyed being a submissive. That you now understand that the role of a woman is to submit herself to the needs of a man. Only when you admit this will you understand why your mother behaved as she did." Could she admit this? Could she give in to this evil man? "Answer me, Alice." And as a true submissive, she did. "Yes, I enjoyed being a submissive." "Good. And as a submissive, what do you think happens to schoolgirl's when they are naughty?" "I-I don't know…" Again she looked down at the floor, unable to bring herself to answer the question. "Come on Alice. You must know. What happens to you when you are naughty at school?" "Well, I would get punished, but…" "Yes, you get punished. Naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished. And how do you think a Master should punish his naughty schoolgirl?" Alice knew what the answer was but was too afraid to tell Freddie. She again looked at him and saw that he was smiling at her. At first glance it would have looked like a kind, caring smile. But behind it she knew that he was smiling because he was destroying her. Destroying the very essence of the person she thought she was. He had done it ruthlessly and quickly. But the most terrifying thing for the poor teenager was the fact that deep down she liked what Freddie was telling her. He was telling her that she was a submissive. A girl willing to submit to a man's every whim. Come what may. This thought terrified and excited Alice in equal measure. And Freddie, without laying a finger on her, had caused her pussy to become wetter and her nipples harder than at anytime before, including when she was in the presence of Louise. As she looked at him, her mouth was open and she could hear herself pant. She knew she should not answer the question, but she felt that she had no choice. "Naughty schoolgirls should have their bottoms spanked." "Yes! Yes they should." Freddie cried out, beside himself with joy at her answer. His dick was now rock hard and he made no attempt to hide it from this poor girl. Indeed he hoped she would get a good look at the weapon that she would soon be serving. "And do you think you have been a naughty schoolgirl, Alice?" "Yes." She replied without even thinking. It was the honest answer and her pussy was willing her on to be honest. "Yes, Alice, you have been a very bad girl. And a bad girl needs to be spanked. By her Master. So, come over here, and lay over my lap." Sleepwalking to her doom, Alice tottered over in her high heels and came to stand to the right of Freddie. Then, as ordered, she lowered herself so she lay down over Freddie's lap, her bottom placed over his legs, her hands on the floor to support herself. She had now dutifully presented her bottom to her Master for her first proper spanking. "That's marvellous, my dear. This is exactly the position a girl should adopt whenever she is presenting her bottom to her Master." As he spoke, he gently caressed her bottom, which was still just about covered by her tiny skirt. "You see, girls need to understand that it is their duty to serve their Masters. And I think, as I present my case to you, you are beginning to agree with me, aren't you, my dear?" He did not wait for the answer as he lifted the skirt up to reveal her glorious teenage bottom. The cheeks were small, smooth and flawless. Their innocent beauty lovingly framed by her black suspenders. "Oh my!" Was all he could say as he placed his hands on her cheeks and gently stroked the virgin flesh. And as he did, Alice could feel Freddie's enormous dick pressing up against her tummy. He was understandably aroused by events, as was she… "Yes, naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished, don't you think?" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Don't you think?" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Oh-p-please, stop. You are spanking my poor b-bottom. P-please, s-stop…" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished. Don't they my dear…" Freddie was ignoring the howls of protest coming from the poor teenager. He was now only concerned with spanking this girl's delightful little bottom. And as he spanked away, he was also becoming aroused, very aroused in fact. It was not often that he had the pleasure of someone so young at his disposal, and he intended to enjoy her. At his age, it was women in their 20s and 30s that he tended to acquire, housewives who were bored with their marriage and craved the kind of perverse domination that only he could provide. Young teenage schoolgirl's were rapidly becoming a thing of the past for this old man. Spank! Spank! Spank! Her bottom was rapidly turning a bright shade of red. "You have to understand that a girl needs a Master." Spank! Spank! Spank! "She needs to feel like a bitch" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You want to feel like a bitch, don't you Alice?" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You need to feel like a bitch, don't you?" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You want to be my bitch, don't you? Spank! Spank! Spank! "You want me to be your Master, don't you?" He now stopped spanking her, and instead caressed her glowing cheeks and waited for an answer. Throughout this assault, Alice's initial feelings of pain were rapidly mixed with strong feelings of arousal. Her pussy was dripping love juices on to Freddie's trousers. She was now openly groaning. She knew that any attempt to resist this attack was futile, but she still wanted to try. The small part of her brain that was still functioning was trying to convince her that she was not a "bitch", Freddie was not her "Master" and she was still a confident, independent woman who did not like to have her bottom spanked. All this despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. "N-no I don't…" Spank! Spank! Spank! Freddie did not like the answer. "Oh, p-please stop…" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You are a horny bitch. Your pussy is dripping wet." Spank! Spank! Spank! "I can feel how wet your g-string is." Spank! Spank! Spank! "You love getting spanked." Spank! Spank! Spank! "So answer my question, you dirty fucking bitch!" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Oh God, p-please be gentle with my poor bottom…" Despite the pain, Alice was close to cumming. The harsh treatment was igniting the obvious feelings of arousal that were common place in a submissive whore. "I will stop spanking you when you answer your Master's questions truthfully!" Spank! Spank! Spank! "And properly!" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Oh! Oh! P-please… Ohhh..." Freddie stopped. "Answer my question; you want to be my bitch don't you?" Close to cumming, her body losing almost all of its will to fight, there was no where left to run for the young girl. "Yes! Oh yes! I want to be your bitch." "And you want me to be your Master?" "Yes. Please be my Master..." Finally, Alice admitted defeat. She was officially no longer a radical feminist but had become a submissive bitch. And she was now about to pay the consequences. "Bitch, stand up." Alice was genuinely disappointed that the spanking had stopped, so close was she to cumming. But she knew that there was no alternative but to obey so gingerly got up and stood facing Freddie. Instinctively her hands went to caress her sore bottom. "Bitch, do not dare caress your bottom in my presence! When spanked, you need to feel the pain. Adopt the submissive pose, place your hands in front of you and look down." Immediately she obeyed. "Good, now that I have demonstrated one way in which a Master can punish his bitch, I need to show you how a bitch can serve and give pleasure to her Master. There are a variety of ways, one of which you witnessed when you saw your mother being fucked in the arse. But normally a man will only fuck his bitch in the arse after she has first satisfied him some other way. I suspect your mother was first ordered to suck her Master's cock. And that is what I am going to order you to do." Freddie was of course not suspecting anything about Alice's mother since it was he who had ordered her mother on to her knees and made her suck him off. He recalled the delightful experience, he was sitting in a similar chair to the one he was in now, but was downstairs in the lounge. She had brought him over a glass of whiskey and lit his cigar for him. She had then stood in front of him, dressed, as he had ordered, just in her heels, stockings, suspenders and g-string. Nothing else. He then ordered her to suck his cock. She immediately dropped to her knees, unzipped him and took all of his 11 inch cock down her throat. Who would have thought that, just a few days later, he was ordering her teenage daughter to do the exact same? Sometimes life was too good to be true. "Y-you want me to suck your, your penis?" Alice asked, horrified by this suggestion. "No, bitch, my cock. You will always refer it as a "cock". Is this going to be a problem, for you?" "Well, I have never sucked a cock that before." She whispered. "Don't worry, I will teach you. The first thing you need to do is to kneel between my legs." Freddie spread his legs and waited. Alice knew that she was about to cross a line which would change her life forever. Her feminism would all go out the window if she did what Freddie told her. She recognised that she had been manipulated and deceived by this conniving, cunning man. But at the same time, she was consenting to all this, albeit under a certain amount of pressure. But she was still in a position to tell him "enough is a enough" and she was not going go through with it. What could he do? He was not physically forcing her to suck his cock. It was his persuasive skills, coupled with the joy of being spanked and believing that she was a submissive whore (a belief ruthlessly instilled into her by Freddie) that was so appealing to this naïve teenager. Freddie had expertly ignited in her feelings that she previously did not know exist. But unfortunately she was also no longer in a position to either resist them, or him. So, after a couple of seconds, she slowly walked over to Freddie, dropped to her knees and waited. She was still looking down and not up at Freddie. But now she was looking directly at his enormous bulge in his trousers. "Now, you need to unzip me and take my cock out of my pants." Alice's trembling hands came up to Freddie's zipper and slowly she did as she was told. "That's it. Now, take my cock out. Don't me afraid. It is big, but you will learn to handle it." Alice reached in and her hand came into contact with the throbbing flesh. With some difficulty, due to its size, she dragged it out of Freddie's pants. When she did, it sprang out and hit her on the face. "Oh my God!" She screamed. The size was totally unexpected. She did not think cocks could get so big. "Impressive, I know." Impressive was an understatement. The cock was huge and to Alice it almost looked as big as the one her mother had fucked... And now, seeing one so closely herself, the power it exuded was incredible. She was transfixed and drawn to it and found herself holding it with both of her small teenage hands, however she was unable to hold it properly, so big was this beast. Instinctively, and without realising she was actually doing it, she gently moved her hands up and down his cock. Sub-consciously the young girl wanted to appreciate its size and power. The head was now only an inch or so away from her mouth which was now open in shock and awe. Freddie was happy to allow her to rub his cock for a little while, content to watch her reaction and the feel of her dainty little hands around his enormous weapon. Most girls, when first presented with his cock reacted the way she did. It was a mixture of awe and fear. At first, they could not get over its size. None of them would have never seen such a big cock before. And for poor Alice it was even worse. As a naïve teenage virgin, not only was this the first time she was seeing and holding a cock, she was still to appreciate all the nasty things she was about to be forced to do with it in order to satisfy Freddie's hideous sexual appetite. "Yes, rub my cock. Gain a feel and appreciation of its size and power. Most men do not possess a weapon of such size." "Yes, it is very big. The one my mother had was also quite big…" Freddie smiled. Yes, you silly bitch, it was my cock. "Well, you mother was very lucky. But now you need to learn how to satisfy your Master. What you are going to do first is to kiss my cock. You need to show your love and appreciation for it. I want you to plant little girly kisses all over my weapon. But as you do, you must continue to gently rub it. And one other thing, you will look up at me. A bitch should always maintain eye contact with her Master." She looked up at Freddie and looked so sweet and innocent with those lovely blue eyes staring up at him through her glasses, mouth open with a look of fear and excitement. She continued to rub him as Freddie smiled down at her, happy in the knowledge that she would follow his orders. For several seconds nothing happened. Alice licked her lips as she continued looking up at her Master. There were no longer any voices in her head telling her to stop. Her pussy had overwhelmed every sinew of intelligence, commonsense and rationale thought in her body. All that mattered now was serving this cock. Her Master's cock. And she was no longer looking for a reason to explain it. So, very slowly, she moved her mouth down and planted the most sweet, girly little kiss imaginable upon the head of this vile weapon... "That's it, worship your Master's cock, you dirty bitch." Freddie cried out as Alice began to plant little kisses all over his big ugly dick. "Yes, pay homage to the weapon that you will now serve. You need to respect and love it… That's it, kiss it all over… Up and down… Now I want you to reach down with one hand and play with my balls... That's it, gently squeeze them, not too hard… Yes! Yes! Now, with your other hand continue to rub my cock… Now I want you to lick it… Lick it all over… Good! Good, you are a natural..." Alice found herself happily following her Master's orders. She now found it natural to be a compliant, submissive whore. She also now understood what Freddie had been talking about and how wrong she had been. A dick so big demanded that a young teenager like herself serve and pleasure it. It was her duty to give him pleasure. So, with much enthusiasm, she began to lick his cock, making sure all of it was covered with her saliva. Freddie sat back in his chair and allowed her to go about her work. He admired how much effort she was putting in to please him. She was licking his cock like a girl would lick a lolly. And her gentle handling of his weapon for a girl so young and naïve was promising for what lay ahead. After a minute or so, Freddie needed her to step things up. "Now, I want you to open your mouth and suck my cock." Alice stopped and looked up at him with a quizzical look on her face. "You want me to put your big cock in my mouth?" She sweetly asked. "Yes, bitch, you need to learn how to fuck my cock with your mouth." "B-but it is so big, I don't think I would be able to get it all in?" The way Alice spoke, in that sweet innocent girly way almost made Freddie cum there and then, but he was able to hold back. For now. "Don't worry, bitch, you will learn. You will learn how to serve your Master. Now suck my cock you naughty girl!" Yes, she was a naughty girl. A naughty dirty schoolgirl who needed to obey her Master, to follow his orders without question. So, moving her head over his massive cock she opened her mouth wide, so wide that her jaws could be heard cracking. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered herself down and her virgin mouth took in a cock for the very first time. This brought about an immediate response of appreciation from the lucky recipient. "Oh yes! Take in as much as you can. You need to learn to suck a man's cock." To help her, Freddie placed both hands behind her head and pushed her further down. As a result, she managed to take in about half before she began to choke. She looked up at him, pleading with those innocent eyes for some mercy, tears already swelling up in her eyes. Freddie was normally not inclined to ever show mercy to a whore, but he recognised that this particular whore was a cock sucking virgin and he did not want her to vomit all over him. So he stopped. In time she would learn to suck him properly. "Ok, that will do for now. In time, you will need to learn how to take me down completely. All bitch's need to know how to suck cock properly. But since you are a virgin, I will let you off, just this once. Now you need to move your head up and down my cock. Fuck me with your mouth. Try to take in as much as possible but keep on playing with my balls… That's it, suck my cock. Play with my balls… Move your head up and down… Oh yes… Look up at me, bitch, look up at me… So good… So good…" A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 02 Alice returned from the bathroom. She had cleaned her face and glasses by removing all the spunk that Freddie had ejaculated on to her. She returned to stand in front of him and adopted the classic submissive pose: hands clasped together in front, face down. Freddie meanwhile had zipped himself up and looked up at her as he spoke. "Alice, you have had just received Daddy's first lesson. Now, I think we will move on to Lesson Number Two. And in this lesson, I am going to show you that Daddy can give his girl pleasure provided she is a good little girl. (Of course Freddie was not Alice's real father. He was actually her father's boss and the man who also happened to be fucking her mother. He just liked being called "Daddy" by her.) "Now, I want you to go and lie on your bed please." Alice, now accustomed to doing what she was told, walked slowly towards her bed. Like the rest of the bedroom, her bed was exceedingly girly. On it were a pink flowery duvet and numerous teddies which had been carefully arranged around her pillows. Alice climbed on, lay down on her back, but kept her legs closed and placed her hands on her stomach, and then anxiously waited to see what would happen to her. Once she was lying down, Freddie got up and walked over to her bed. He looked down at her. The eighteen year old bitch was still dressed as a teenage schoolgirl slut - heels, stockings, suspenders, black mini, tight white shirt and school tie. Her naked heaving breasts could clearly be seen under the thin white shirt. "You are a beautiful young girl, Alice, and you deserve some pleasure. Now. spread your legs as wide as possible please." Alice obeyed, although she was terrified by what might follow. She was convinced that Freddie wanted to fuck her. To fuck her tender virgin schoolgirl pussy. And although her pussy was still soaking wet - she had not cum when she had sucked off his cock - she was still terrified of allowing this man to fuck her and to no doubt fuck her hard. But despite these fears her pussy needed relief. She needed to cum. So, slowly she brought her legs up and spread them as wide as she could and waited. Freddie then climbed on to the bed and moved so he was kneeling in between her spread legs. He looked down at her. She looked so young and innocent. Although she was at an age when she could legally have sex and get married in Britain, this act was still all very much taboo. He was in his 60s, she in her teens. She was the very embodiment of what was good in the world - youth, intelligence, hope - he embodied all that was wrong - old, corrupt, perverted. Alice looked up at him through her glasses. Although they made her look geeky, they actually added to her appeal of schoolgirl innocence. They were the only item of clothing left that was from her past. Everything else that Freddie had forced her to wear fitted in with the whorish image that he insisted all his girls subscribe to. But her glasses reminded him of the geeky girl that he was transforming. He could tolerate them, for now. Normally at this juncture, Freddie would have indeed fucked the girl. But he had decided that perhaps she needed to be rewarded for all her efforts. He was not generally inclined to consider what a woman would want, his pleasure was all that mattered. But looking down at her, seeing how fragile and innocent she looked, not like the seasoned whores he was accustomed to fucking. He was convinced that had he fucked her, despite the pain of having to accommodate his enormous cock (not to mention that as a virgin the pain would be a little more severe) she would no doubt have eventually cum. But something inside made him wanted to give her something that was all hers. Something extra. These feelings were extremely rare for Freddie so he decided that he really ought to act on this unusual moment of compassion. So, rather then unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, he unexpectedly lowered his head, moved in between her legs and made his way towards her wet pussy. Alice was shocked. She had expected to be fucked and was readying herself for the attack. Indeed she was so scared, she was actually going to tell Freddie to stop. She had always wanted to be a virgin right up and until her wedding night, and the thought of what she would be giving up had finally brought her back to her senses. But this was an unexpected turn of events. And quite a happy one at that! And in no time Freddie had moved the gusset of her g-string to one side and had expertly stared to lick her wet clit. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, Daddy, that is so nice. So nice." She happily cried out in response to his expert manipulations. Freddie carried on licking away noting that her clit was huge and soaking wet. Clearly she was very close and it would not take much for her to cum. And Freddie was good at this, he was actually very good at this. After all, he was married and he had to give pleasure to his wife, he never treated Lady Jackson like a whore. So as he licked and gently sucked on Alice's clit, she thrust her hips forward towards his tongue, closed her eyes and allowed her head to roll back against her pillow. Her mouth was open, she was licking her lips and was groaning out loudly. This was good. This was very good. Different from when Louise would lick her, she was more tender, but an old man had a different technique. More skilful and slightly more rough, he would gently graze her clit with his teeth and sometimes suck her completely. "Oooh, that's so nice Daddy! So nice! Oh you are soooo good. So good! So good! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" And the young bitch came. She came more than she had ever cum with Louise. The build up of sexual tension with Freddie, this past hour or so, was too much for the young girl and when she was finally released from her shackles, the relief was all too much. Her orgasm seemed to last for an eternity, its intensity and duration was something she had never previously experienced. If this is what it was like to be dominated and abused at the hands of a Master, all women should try it, she thought, as waves and waves orgasmic bliss cursed through her young, nubile body. After a minute or so, the intense feelings of pleasure subsided and Alice slowly began to come back down to earth. She opened her eyes and saw that Freddie had straightened up and was staring down at her. He was gently smiling, in that kind caring way he did when they first met today. "Did you enjoy that, my dear?" He asked sweetly. "Oh yes! Yes! It was lovely. Really, the best I have ever had." "Good. Good." Alice was now returning to reality with a bang. For the first time in a while she was thinking relatively clearly. She had just sucked off a man and allowed him to cum all over her face. She had then been licked out and cum like a dog in heat. If she was being honest with herself, she had loved every minute of it. But now, as the intensity of the situation and feelings of desire in her rapidly subsided, understandably she once more became nervous of the situation. Dressed as she was, with another man, an older man, on her bed, she wanted things to now stop. She needed a period of reflection to understand what had just happened to her and what it all meant. And the girl naively thought that, having just cum himself, Freddie would be finished also. She lifted her head up from the pillow and looked to her side and at a clock that was on her bedside table. "I-I think I should probably be getting back to school now. I am a little late but I still think I can make my history class..." Freddie looked down at her and smiled. "But I have not finished, my dear. I have not finished my case for the prosecution..." "I-I think I know enough now." "You don't know nearly half enough, you silly bitch." He looked down at her, his expression once more one of anger. The kind old caring uncle had again been replaced by the ruthless sexual predator. He reached down and placed his hands on Alice's big tits and he began to roughly squeeze them through her shirt. Alice looked at his hands and what they were doing to her breasts and was rightly concerned. "P-please, I have done what you have asked. You must let me go. I need to get to school. Please, I want this to stop now." "It will stop when I tell you it will stop." And then, grabbing the folds of her shirt he violently ripped it open, causing some buttons to fly across the room and her delightful teenage tits to shake up and down as they were finally exposed. "Oh my God!" She screamed out in horror. "Stop! Please, stop!" "God, these are beautiful teenage tities!" Was Freddie's response to the schoolgirl's pitiful pleas for mercy. He then started to roughly maul her 34-D breasts. "So big! So succulent. They were made for men to fuck and abuse. In time you will learn to titie fuck me but for now I want your pussy. I want to fuck your virgin schoolgirl pussy!" Alice looked up, terrified at what her attacker was saying. She had always wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. Fooling around with Louise and the dildo was one thing, but allowing a man to take her, a man she did not love was something entirely different. In all her life she had never once contemplated this as a possibility. Even when she was dressing up for him, sucking his cock and calling him "Daddy", she had in her mind deemed this to be ok because she was not actually allowing him to fuck her. Just as she deemed it ok to fool around with another teenage schoolgirl. So, the line she had drawn for herself was making love, and what Freddie offered was as far removed from anything that could be constituted as "making love." And because Alice wanted to resist, it would be rape, pure and simple. And she did not want to lose her virginity by being raped by this old, cold hearted bastard. "No Freddie, you can't, you can't make love to me like this. It is not right, Freddie, please stop! Stop! I don't want it! I don't want it!" "Bitch, I told you to call me Daddy!" He growled back, ignoring her pleas as he unzipped his trousers and removed his throbbing 11 inch cock. With his other hand he started to force her legs wide open, something which Alice desperately tried to resist. "No please! Please stop!" She tried to close her legs and started to beat up against his chest. "Stop it! I am a virgin, I don't want this, I don't want to be fucked!" Sadly Freddie was too strong for her. He used his weight to ensure that her legs were wide enough to allow him to enter. Holding his cock with one hand, and using the other to grab hold of her two hands, which were thrashing wildly upon his chest, he pinned them above her head. He now had the teenager just in the right position to rape. Alice then felt the head of his huge cock make contact with the entrance to her pussy. She was terrified about allowing such a big cock to enter her young tight body. The dildos that Louise had previously used were always small and were nothing compared to the beast that Freddie possessed. As he pinned her hands above her head and looked down at her, grimacing with determination, Alice decided to make one last desperate plea and to say anything that might appeal to him, hoping against hope that he there was some kindness in him. "Daddy, please don't. Your little girl does not want to be raped. P-please, Daddy, don't rape me with your big cock. Daddy, please..." She pleaded, in her most desperate, sweet little voice. Freddie stopped. His cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy ready to enter at any moment. He looked down at his captive. She looked so sweet, fragile and desperate that he had to stop for a moment and savour the look. Her large baby blue eyes were staring up at him through her glasses, clearly imploring him to show her some kindness; her mouth was open and she was panting out loud, she was no longer screaming or saying anything, she was just waiting to see what Freddie would do; and so frightened was she, and upset by her predicament, tears had already started to trickle down her cheek. The folds of her shirt were spread wide open revealing all of her big tits to Freddie's greedy eyes and they were deliciously shaking up and down as she panted with fear. Her school tie still lay in between the valley of her tits, another reminder to him that this was a young teenage schoolgirl that he was about to rape. It was one of the great taboos. And then Freddie did something rather unexpected. He let go of Alice's hands and started to lift himself back so he was no longer positioned directly above her but was kneeling in between her spread legs. Alice believed that her pleas had worked and that he was, after all, going to spare her. He looked down, he himself breathing heavily. "So young, so beautiful." He growled, as one of his hands moved down and started to play with her tits. Still believing he was going to let her go, and that this was just the final act before he released her, a sense of relief was spreading through her. "So beautiful, so big." He said as he flicked her nipples. "So, you think Daddy should let you go, that he should show you some mercy?" She could now well and truly see light at the end of the tunnel. "Yes Daddy! Yes, let your little girl go. I only want to make love to the man I marry on my wedding night. Please Daddy, let me go, you know it makes sense." "Yes, you would like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes Daddy, I would like that very much!" "I am sure you would. I am sure you would. But you have been a very bad girl, haven't you Alice. You have been a bad schoolgirl, dressing up like a slut, trying to entice your Daddy with that gorgeous teenage body of yours!" "No! No! I haven't, you told me..." "Alice you need to be fucked. You need Daddy to rape that teenage pussy of yours!" Then, with impressive speed, which gave Alice hardly any time to react, Freddie placed the cock at the entrance to her pussy and, placing his arms under her legs, he moved forward, forcing her legs up and wide. Within a couple of seconds, the heels of her shoes were pointing up and towards the ceiling, her legs were spread wide and her body was now bent into two. Then he began to push his cock forward, breaching her innocence, destroying her virginity, raping her pussy. "Oh God stop!" She screamed out as she felt the massive head breach her virgin walls. "Oh my God that feels so big! Please! Please, stop! Daddy stop. Ohhhhh that's huge! That feels huge!" Freddie pushed in a little further. Her pleas only spurred him on to fuck her and to fuck her hard. Her little hands were now pushing up against his broad chest in a frantic, but futile attempt to try and stop the attack. But in this position, with her legs forced up and wide, and Freddie's weight bearing down on her, there was little she could do to stop the rape of her virgin schoolgirl pussy. "Take that you naughty bitch! You need Daddy's big cock don't you! Don't you!" He lunged forward and pushed all 11 inches of his huge member into her tight body. "Oh God no Daddy! Stop, I am virgin. Oh p-please. That's so BIG! So fucking BIG!!! It's splitting me Daddy, your big cock is splitting your little girl... Please, please stop..." Freddie didn't stop until he had forced his cock all the way in. It had been some struggle, naturally she was very tight and he had to muster all of his strength to secure entry. Once he had completed his goal, he looked down at the struggling teenager who was screaming out in agony. "Daddy, it hurts! It hurts! So deep, so deep..." She moved one of her hands, which was still on his chest trying to push him off, and placed it on her tummy, almost to signify where his cock was. "God, Daddy, it is so big. You shouldn't be doing this..." "You need to be fucked Alice, you need to be fucked hard by your Daddy." He then slowly began to move his cock in an out of her hole. "Don't you bitch, you need your Daddy to fuck you hard..." "Oh! Oh! Oh! So big, so big!" "It is big, bitch, but you can handle it. You can handle Daddy's big cock. There, take that!" "Ouch!!! Oh God, you are raping me, Daddy! Oh Daddy, you are raping my pussy. You are raping my teenage pussy. Daddy, stop, p-please stop! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The fact that she was crying out rape, only spurred him on further and he began to fuck her even harder, maintaining a steady rhythm of long, deep thrusts! "There bitch, take my fucking cock as I rape your schoolgirl pussy. Take it! Take it all!" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" He now fucked her furiously increasing the pace and power of his strokes. Her big tits shook up and down in response. Her bed stand began to crash up against the wall causing a few of her teddies to fall on to the floor. "God you are tight, very tight. You love my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love being raped by Daddy..." "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Come on bitch, tell Daddy that you love to be raped, that you need his cock!" "Oh! Oh! Oh! So big! So big! Your cock feels so big in my little pussy! "Oh! Oh! Oh! No, no this is wrong. You, you shouldn't be raping my pussy. Oh God! So big! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Alice was now inevitably becoming aroused in response to her rape. As a natural submissive whore, being roughly taken without consent, and being forced to accept her Master's cock all appealed to her darkest fantasies. The fact of the matter was, and as her pussy testified to, this bitch needed to be dominated and abused. Alice needed to be taken by force and to know that her body belonged to her Master. The only way Freddy could demonstrably prove this was by raping her, and raping her hard. "That's it bitch, take my cock. Take it all." "Oh! Oh! Oh!. P-please be gentle. Oh you are raping my pussy. You are raping my pussy... Oh! Oh! Oh!" He carried on fucking her like this for a couple of minutes when nothing was said other than him calling her a "dirty schoolgirl who needs big cock." Alice however was unable to respond, other than pant out loud as her body became overwhelmed by the attack. With her legs spread side up high and wide and with her body bent over, Freddie could gain maximum penetration in the young teenager. Alice felt like his cock was coming through her throat. Her pussy was once more leaking juices, lubricating her attacker's cock and making her easier to fuck. She looked up at Freddie who had a look of pure evil determination as he went about raping her. Clearly he had no feelings for her. He was only concerned about his pleasure. As he looked down, mouth open, panting away, ignoring her pleas for mercy and obviously deriving huge pleasure from raping a schoolgirl, Alice knew that this rapist was never going to let her go, that he was always going to rape her and abuse her at will. And as she recognised this fact she came. She came like a whore in heat and she could not disguise the fact. "Oh! God, so big, so big... It feels so good! Oh God, I am cumming! Oh Daddy rape me harder I am cumming Ohhhhhhhhh..." "Yes, bitch, I knew you loved to be raped! I knew you would love my cock!" And having seen the bitch finally submit her body to him, Freddie released her legs so that her feet fell on to the bed and he knelt up. The only thing now connecting them now was his cock, which remained firmly implanted in her soaking wet pussy. Instinctively, Alice spread her legs wide in order to allow her Master even better access to her body. For several minutes he pounded away, occasionally his hands would molest her shaking tits, flicking the nipples or slapping them. The force of his fucking was so intense that the array of teddy bears on her bed had all fallen on the floor. That was all bar one teddy which fell on to Alice. She grabbed on to it as a source of comfort, just as she had done in the past whenever she was in trouble. "Oh you are naughty schoolgirl, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy, I am a naughty schoolgirl. I am your naughty schoolgirl. Oh Daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck your little schoolgirl hard. Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it Daddy, rape me Daddy! Rape me... Oh Daddy, is my pussy tight enough for you? Is it tight enough for your big cock?" A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 02 "Yes, bitch, it is tight enough for me. Is my cock big enough for you?" "OH Daddy, it is so big! It is so strong, so much better than the dildo..." "The dildo? You have used a dildo?" "Y-yes, just once..." She replied, without properly thinking about the consequences of making such a revelation. But Freddie was still thinking clearly and stopped fucking her but kept his cock in her pussy. He was intrigued by what she had just said. A dildo? How could such a supposedly square schoolgirl use a dildo? He wanted to know more. He looked down at her and placed both his hands on her heaving breasts and began to roughly squeeze them. "A dildo? You have used a dildo? Tell me more, bitch?" Alice was now terrified to tell Freddie the truth. The truth being that, just a month or so ago, she and Louise had got naked and took it in turns to fuck each other with a black strap-on-dildo. Louise had fucked her, just like Freddie was fucking her, on her back, in the missionary position, but she had been much tender, kissing her and gently playing with her breasts. Louise then asked to be fucked on all fours, like a dog. She wanted to be spanked as well. Louise seemed to like things a little rough. But Alice and Louise had sworn to each other to keep their lesbian love a secret. But that was before Alice met her Master, the man who was currently raping her. Did her loyalty to the girl she loved and promised to protect supersede her duty to satisfy her Master? No. Her duty was to her Master, knowing that her new role in life was to serve and please him, even if this meant betraying her friend. So, with this in mind, she decided to reveal her secret to her Master: "I-I used the dildo, with my friend..." She mumbled, telling him the shocking truth. "Your friend? Who? Who was that?" He urgently enquired, his voice betraying his curiousness. He naturally thought it was a boy she had been fooling around with and fully expected to hear details about some sort of boyfriend that she had on the sly. "It was my girlfriend, L-Louise..." "What!" He shouted out, shocked by what he had just learnt. The bitch had been fooling around with another girl? He never would have thought it possible, not in a million years. Prior to him turning her into a slut, she had come across as such a dull dowdy thing. But deep down she was a practicing lesbian, someone who fooled around with other girls? And at the same time she liked big cock? Could it be that he had found the perfect slutty schoolgirl? A teenager who would service his cock as well as other young, beautiful girls? As he registering this fact, he swore his deck grew another inch. "You-you have been fucking another girl? How is this possible? What has been going on? Tell me everything, bitch!" He desperately wanted to know more and to understand what this girl was about. But whatever the reason was, he knew it was good news. Very good news in fact. Instinctively he started to fuck her again, slowly, as he wanted her to be able to answer him properly. "I-I have made love to my girlfriend Louise, just once." She replied, as she clutched her teddy even closer to her breast, hoping this would give her some comfort as she continued to betray the girl she loved. "We used the dildo on each other... Oh Daddy, be gentle with me, you are fucking me so hard. Oh! Oh! Oh!... Yes, Daddy, we fucked each other with a dildo... Oh that is so big, your cock is so big in my little pussy..." "Tell me everything bitch, don't miss anything out, you dirty fucking whore. Oh God that is so good. You are such a good fuck! Your fucking pussy is so tight! Who is this girl? Is she a hot dirty schoolgirl like you?" Understandably he was excited about his discovery and wanted to probe her further. He wanted to know everything about her mysterious lover. But before she could answer, he started to fuck her hard, each thrust causing those delicious tits to wobble like big blobs of vanilla jelly and for the poor teenager to scream out. "Oh Daddy, be gentle with me, you are fucking me too hard. Oh Daddy... Yes, yes, she is a dirty schoolgirl like me..." "Is she hot like you?" "Yes, Daddy, she is beautiful." "Is she the same age?" "Yes." "Oh that is fucking beautiful..." He was close. The thought of two young teenage schoolgirls fooling around was the stuff of dreams . "What did you do, bitch? What did you do together?" "Oh Daddy, we made love to each other. We played with each other's breasts, we licked each others pussy. And then Daddy, we fucked each other with the dildo. Oh Daddy, I have been naughty haven't I? Oh Daddy, I need you to spank me! Oh Daddy I need you fuck my naughty pussy... Oh that's it Daddy, fuck my pussy hard! Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Yes, you have been a very naughty schoolgirl. Yes, you need to spanked! Oh God yes, you need to be fucked. Oh God yes, you need it... Reach down and play with my balls... Yes, that's it, use both hands, gently play with my balls while I fuck you..." Alice let go if the teddy and as ordered reached forward to play with his big old hairy sack. "Oh yes, so good, so good... You will bring Louise to me so I can fuck her too, do you understand?" "Oh yes Daddy, I will do as you say." Oh Daddy, will you fuck us both at the same time? Will you fuck two schoolgirls at once, Daddy? Will you force us to make love to each other while you watch? Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me hard! Oh Daddy I am close..." The thought of Freddie fucking the two of them, raping Louise as he was raping her, allowed Alice to wallow in previously undiscovered levels of filth. And as for Freddie, Alice's all to honest pleas to be part of a schoolgirl orgy, where his dick would take centre stage, appealed to him far too much. "Yes bitch, I will do all those things. Oh yes, I will fuck two schoolgirls at once, I will make the two of you suck my cock together and I will fuck both of your teenage pussies!" This thought made the two of them reach their stunning climax. "Oh bitch, I am cumming, there I am cumming, take all of my spunk you lovely whore. Ohhhhhh! "Oh yes Daddy! Cum in my little pussy! Oh yes Daddy cum in my tight little pussy. Oh Daddy, I can feel it! Oh my God, Daddy! I am cumming too. Oh Daddy, I am cumming..." Fifteen minutes later Alice had been forced to remove all of her clothes other than her heels, stockings, suspenders and school tie. She had been ordered to place both her hands on top of her chest of drawers, lean forward, spread her legs and thrust out her arse. Behind her, holding his leather belt in his hand, was Freddie who was busy lashing the poor girl's now tender bottom cheeks. He was punishing her for not telling him about Louise earlier. He deemed it a serious offence which merited a thrashing. He had been at this now for a good ten minutes. Her bottom had turned to a deep shade of red. She had initially screamed for him to stop, to show her some mercy. She had apologised for not telling him and claimed it was only because he hadn't asked. This did not impress him. However he was impressed with her fortitude for, despite the violence of his attack, she never once flinched from making sure that her bottom was presented to him as ordered. Alice was also fortunate enough to watch Freddie thrash her as she was looking straight into her dresser mirror. She thus had a perfect view of her Master, still dressed in his military uniform, cruelly applying the leather belt to her teenage cheeks. He had a look of cold ruthless determination about him and, combined with his austere military clothing, it made his attack seem the more sinister. Especially since it was being applied to a young, defenceless teenager who was virtually naked. His strokes were powerful and without compromise. Each lash caused the poor girl to lunge forward, her big tits swaying back and forth, and she would always let out a loud scream. He had insisted that she kept on her school tie. He had told her it was because he wanted to be reminded that he was punishing a schoolgirl. She meanwhile looked at Freddie through the mirror and saw how he would grimace each time he brought his big arm down and applied the leather belt to her bottom. He had a look of a man who wanted to genuinely punish her. He had also started to sweat profusely, this no doubt caused by a combination of having just raped her and the energy he was now putting in to whipping her. "Oh Daddy, please be gentle. Please be gentle. I am sorry. I am sorry." She said to him, fearing that her bottom could no longer take any more abuse. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Bitch, you need to be punished. You have to understand that I should have been told about Louise. That was important information that should never have been withheld." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "I needed to know that you like girls!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "As well as big cock!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "P-please Daddy... Ooh ouch! That hurts! I am sorry I did not tell you. I will make sure it never happens again. Ouch, oh Daddy..." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Daddy please, I am your bitch. I will do what you say, ohh..." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Yes, bitch, you will, oh you will, and you can start by bringing me Louise." Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Yes, Daddy, I will, I will bring her to you. Oh Daddy, I will bring her to you so that you can fuck us both." "Yes, bitch, you will." Finally satisfied with his work, he threw the belt on to the floor. His face was flush with anger and covered with sweat. He looked down at his work and saw that her bottom was now a deep dark shade of red. "Yes, I will fuck you both. You will both learn how to serve Daddy's cock. Together." He then gently placed his hand on her inflamed buttocks and gently stroked them. Alice noticed for the first time that tears were streaming down her face, her punishment had been so severe that crying was inevitable. What was not inevitable however, or what Alice did not think should have been inevitable, was the reaction of her pussy, which had once more become aroused. Was this due to the whipping or was it because of the talk of the threesome? Probably a combination of both. Panting out loud and licking her lips, she began to now seriously think about what it would be like to be fucked by Freddie with Louise. She knew it was wrong to procure Louise, another innocent schoolgirl, for this old sick man, for him to abuse and to fuck. But at the same time the thought appealed to her. She looked into the mirror so she could see Freddie and asked, "What, what would you do to us Daddy? "I take it your friend is still a virgin like you were?" "Yes, Daddy she is." "In which case she would need to be trained. First, I would ask that both of you shaved your pussies so they are completely bald. And then you will make love to each other in front of me. You will both wear identical outfits: you will both dress up as slutty schoolgirls." He then leaned forward and picked up the dildo that Alice and Louise had used. Before he had whipped her he had asked her to get it out for him. Now he intended to use it. "Yes, you will kiss, play with each others tits and spank each other's bottoms." "Oh Daddy, that is very naughty." Alice was clearly aroused by the idea of two schoolgirls, dressed up in a slutty revealing way, performing for this dirty old man. "Yes, it is, but you are a naughty girl, aren't you Alice? "Yes, I am a naughty girl, Daddy. Oooh!" Freddie had inserted the dildo into her pussy and as he fucked her with it, he unzipped himself and removed his cock which had once more regained its power and glory. He leaned over towards the dresser and this time picked up some hand cream. That will do, he thought. "You will then both suck my cock. Since she is the virgin, she will suck it and you will lick my balls. You will show her how to do it properly. I will then cum in her mouth." He started to apply liberal amounts of cream to his cock, lubricating it fully. "I will then fuck her in her pussy. You will prepare her pussy by licking it. When I fuck her I expect you to play with my balls, and also I will take my cock out and you will suck it." "Oh Daddy..." "And finally, when I have finished with her pussy, I will put her on all fours and you will lick her bottom!" "Her bottom?" "Yes, bitch, her bottom." "Because I would fuck the bitch in her arse. Her virgin teenage arse!" And to show Alice that this depraved activity would not be limited just to Louise, Freddie inserted the tip his cock in her anal opening and pushed away. "Oh Daddy. Oh Ouch!!! Take it out, it is too big, not there Daddy, it is too big. Owwwwwwwwch! Daddy, p-please take it out, this is not right. I don't want to be fucked there. Oh Daddy, please, don't rape my bottom..." Freddie grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head back. "You will not tell me where I can or cannot fuck you bitch!" And then to make his point, in anger he rammed half of his cock up her virgin arse. "Yes, bitch, you will learn to take my fucking cock in your arse!" "No, please, don't, it hurts! Take it out! Oh this is not right...." "Don't be silly! Oh yes, so fucking tight! So fucking tight. Like your mother, you will learn to take my big cock in your bottom! She resisted, you know, the first time I fucked her there. But as you saw, she learnt to love it. Just like you will!" Despite the pain emanating from her bottom, Alice heard every word of what Freddie had just said and, if true, recognised its horrific significance. "What do you mean, my mother?" "Who do you think fucked her that day, you silly bitch? Yes, it was me. I am the man, among others, who have been regularly fucking her I have fucked her everywhere. She loves it. And when I saw your picture, I knew I had to have you too. Indeed, it was me who was fucking her in the arse when you came home early that day. "No, that can't be true, p-please, no..." She cried, horrified to learn that the man who was raping her was apparently the same man who had fucked her mother, that he had never been here to offer her comfort and it had all been part of a deliberate plan to take the daughter, just as he had taken the mother. She had never thought that someone could be so cruel, so ruthless. But despite his talk, she still could not accept the awful truth. She did not want to acknowledge that the same cock that was in her bottom, had been in her mother's! "No, my mother would not have done those things with you. No, it is not possible!" "Of course it is bitch, being a whore runs in the family! There, take that, take all of my cock in your schoolgirl ass you dirty fucking whore! God that is so fucking tight..." "Oh God! No, take it out! It is too big, take it out..." Freddie ignored her and, with his cock now firmly implanted in her bottom, he yanked her head back, moved his head forward and whispered into her ear. "Bitch, just like your mother, you are now my whore. To do with as I please and to fuck how I want. You will please me, my friends and will do everything I tell you to do. Just as your mother does. "Do you know where she is now? She is being fucked my three black men. They are all probably fucking her together, she will have a cock in her pussy, arse and mouth and will serve them all at once. And you know what, she will love it!" "No, that's not true!" "Of course it is! Your mother is a dirty fucking whore who now lives for cock. She can't get enough of it. It was I who seduced her, who turned her into a slut, just like I am turning you into one too!" "No..." Freddie then straightened up and, still holding on to her hair, he started to fuck her in her arse. "Take my cock in your arse! That's it, take my cock you dirty whore!" "No! No! No!" Alice, with her head yanked up by Freddie, was forced to look straight into the mirror where she saw the horrifying image of her attacker raping her bottom. She could again see the cold determination of a man who wanted to take what he wanted regardless of the feelings of his victim and she knew that nothing she could say or do could stop him. And deep down she realised what he had said about her and her mother was true. It made sense that they both would be attracted to the same type of domineering, cruel man. They were both supposedly independent intelligent women, but inside they wanted to be dominated and treated like whores. The pain of this reality had, to a certain degree, numbed the pain of the huge cock splitting her bottom. But not completely. "P-please, you are raping my bottom. You are raping my schoolgirl virgin bottom! It is too big, Daddy, please stop!" "Be quiet bitch, I want your arse. It is so tight, it is so beautiful. Oh God yes, I need to fuck it!" Freddie then started to pound away with all the vigour he could muster. Alice carried on screaming out, pleading for mercy, for him to stop raping her. But this merely spurred him on to fuck her harder. With his free hand he started to spank her bottom, wanting her to feel the force of his power. To know that her body belonged to him completely. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw this young petit, beautiful, once innocent schoolgirl, naked but for her seductive naughty lingerie and school tie, which had been cleverly left on to highlighted her schoolgirl innocence, being pounded in the arse buy this huge vicious old man who was still dressed in full military uniform. The contrast could not have been more stark. Youth, innocence, beauty. Decadence, evil, animal. And ever since the debauched activities of today had taken place, this was the first time, thanks to the mirror in front of her, that Alice could properly see and appreciate the tableau taking place. It should have disgusted her. But it did not. The sight of this man raping her bottom, spanking her, somehow made her feel special. It made her feel like a true whore. She now understood that this was her destiny and was thankful that Freddie, her Master, had taken the time to bestow his genius upon her. For the next few minutes he continued to fuck and spank her bottom. Her tits swayed back and forth with each stroke. And as Freddie continued with his rape, his mouth remained open, panting with delight at his latest conquest. His joy was so much, saliva could be seen dripping from his mouth. This man was well and truly a beast and the beauty he was raping was beginning to enjoy having her bottom raped. And after a while, she could not disguise this fact. "Oh yes Daddy, rape me harder. Rape my bottom! Your cock is so big, it feels so good in my little ass! Oh Daddy! Yes! Yes! Yes!" "You are a good bitch. Yes, just like your mother, you are a good bitch" "Yes, Daddy I am your bitch. You can fuck me how you want. Oh yes Daddy, fuck me in my bottom, that feels so goooood!" Freddie then did something that surprised Alice. She had assumed that he would want to carry on fucking her bottom until he came, but Freddie had other ideas. Other dirty ideas. He fancied some ATM. So, pulling out of her arse, he ordered her to get down on to her knees. She naturally obeyed. "Open your mouth, bitch and suck my cock. A bit of ass-to-mouth never hurt anyone." Alice, now knowing how futile it was to object to anything her Master asked of her, regardless of how disgusting the request might be, meekly opened her mouth and allowed him to effortlessly glide six inches of his cock down her teenage throat. "Oh that's it, bitch, suck my cock. Can you taste your ass on my cock? I bet you can. That's it suck it, play with my balls... Oh that is good, so fucking good... Oh God, I can't hold out much longer... Oh I am cumming, I am cumming..." And Freddie, for the third time that day, emptied his spunk into his teenage schoolgirl whore. As he looked down on the poor thing and saw how she was desperately trying to swallow all of his spunk, he was already plotting how he intended, next time, to make sure Alice's lover, Louise, would be the one accepting his cum. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 02 To be continued... © Lord Ramsay A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 03 Alice finished applying red lipstick to her girlfriend, Louise. "There, you look perfect." She confidently told her. Louise turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Indeed she did look perfect. That is if you are trying your best to look like a slutty sexy schoolgirl whore, rather then a sensible teenager. Louise was wearing the sexy schoolgirl outfit that she and Alice had purchased just a few weeks ago. It consisted of five inch black high heels, a tiny grey pleated mini skirt, which barely covered her bottom, and which revealed the tops of her black stockings and the white cream flesh above. In addition, she had on black suspenders which darted up her skirt to be attached to a black garter belt. Up top she had on a tight, white shirt made from transparent cotton resulting in her breasts being visible since they were not protected by any bra. She also wore her school tie to emphasize that she was, after all, a teenage schoolgirl. They had also shaven their pussies bald. Alice told her that their Master wanted it this way. To highlight their innocent teenage beauty. Louise was the image of a young Katie Holmes (the wife of Tom Cruise) when she was appearing in Dawson's Creek many years ago. She had a stunning angelic face with long black hair coupled with the body of a porn queen. She was very slim, but was fortunate enough to be endowed with large breasts - 34DD - which were totally disproportionate to the rest of her slim teenage body. Her body was in fact the mirror image of her best friend, and recent lover, Alice. Alice was also wearing the exact same outfit as Louise and, as well as both being stunning, they were the same age, eighteen years old. And where Louise had black hair, Alice was the opposite by being a natural blonde. She too had disproportional large breasts and a slim figure. They were still teenagers attending school and were at an age and time in life when everything was still supposed to be innocent and pure. It should not have been a time where they turned into schoolgirl whores. Alice put her arm around Louise's waist as they both looked at themselves in the mirror. They presented quite the picture, she thought. Two sexy slutty teenagers both dressed in a way that would not look out of place on the set of a teenage porno film. But these girls were not porn actresses. They were young schoolgirls dressing in a way to pleasure their new Master and his big cock. "Should we be doing this?" Louise asked nervously, looking at Alice. "Of course, darling." She replied, turning to face Louise. She then moved her hands up from her waist and gently started to stroke Louise's face. Louise was understandably nervous and it had taken a considerable amount of persuasion on Alice's part for her to even turn up today. Alice, after being raped by Freddie, had promised him that she would procure him Louise. This, despite the fact that Alice and Louise were best friends, and had sworn to each other to keep their elect lesbian sessions forever secret. They went to school and church together and had, over the years, formed the closest of friendships. Too close in fact. A couple of months ago, they were alone in Alice's bedroom. They were preparing for their school debate - the debate was: "Are women in today's society still held back by men?" Alice and Louise were naturally arguing the case that women are indeed still held back and needed to be a lot more aggressive in exerting their rights in the workplace. It was classic feminist stuff and it came easy to the both of them since they were both committed feminists. A lot of their friendship was based on this. They had both eschewed the traditional activities of girls their age, which included dressing up and getting to know boys. Instead they were totally immersed in academia and the pursuit of high achievement at the expense of all else. And this meant not getting involved either with boys, or girls who liked boys, and instead concentrating on their school work. In essence, they were geeks and it was this pursuit of academic excellence that drew the girls together and, as the years progressed, and their other friends began to develop other normal interests, they became even closer. So much so that, outside their family, their relationship was the next closest thing the girls had. They spent all their time together, both at school and out of it. They were viewed as a couple of misfits by the other girls and as such were, for the most part, ignored. That didn't bother them. The other girls didn't understand. And as they began to wear even shorter skirts and blatantly flirt with boys from other schools, Louise and Alice seemed to rebel and wear even more dowdy outfits, refusing to make any effort with their appearance, despite their obvious beauty. And they would never date boys, who, seeing their potential, would often ask them out. As they prepared for their debate, they both sat on Alice's bed. The hour was late. Alice's parents were out and their conversation had moved on from the subject matter of the debate and on to relationships. They both agreed that having a man could potentially hold them back. They would get married, kids would come along and then they would have to stay at home and forgo their careers whilst the husband carried on with his. This was unacceptable. Wouldn't it be better if they were in a loving relationship where both parties properly understood the needs of the other? They agreed that such a relationship would be virtually impossible with a man. They looked at their parents relationships, where both sets of mothers had given up work to become stay-at-home-mums. The solution of course would be to be in an all girl relationship Louise said! They both giggled at this. Louise pressed on - I mean two girls who understood the needs of each other, who respected the other and where both could have successful long term careers without having to deal with horrible men was surely better than marriage? Alice readily agreed. She said a relationship such as theirs was an example of two girls working perfectly together. Louise could not disagree. She sensed the moment. Moving forward, she planted a kiss on Alice's lips. Alice did not resist. The rest was beautiful. It seemed to come naturally to the both of them. They stripped off but, at Louise's insistence, they kept on their black flat shoes, white knee socks and school tie. She said it made them look sexy. First they knelt on the bed and kissed, their big teenage tits rubbing up against each other. Then they played with each others breasts, gently kissing them, sucking on the nipples and massaging them. Following this, they licked each other pussies, learning how to massage their lover's clit and to bring about an orgasm. The next time they met, things got a bit more interesting. Louise had been brave enough to visit a sex shop and purchase a strap on dildo. They fucked each other with it. Alice in the missionay position, Louise in doggie. Again they kept on their black flat shoes, school tie and knee socks. For their next session, Louise had decided that they should purchase new outfits, apparently they needed something more appropriate for their love making. Something sexy. Something for their eyes only. And they were the outfits they were wearing today. They had been bought just for their own pleasure and neither of them had ever thought that they would be wearing them for an old perverted man and a man that Alice described to Louise as her "Master". Louise was still not convinced that she should be doing this. "Alice, I don't think this is right. I mean, didn't we promise that we would only love each other? That man would only hold us back. Are you sure about him, he is old? Very old, right? Should we really be allowing such a man to take us this way? Should you be calling him your "Master"? I don't think this is right. I shouldn't be doing this. Perhaps I should go home..." "Look, Louise, it's going to be ok. I underatand your fears but, as I said earlier, once you have sampled a man with a big cock, it is impossible to go back. And it is glorious. I can't believe we have been so wrong for so long. A girl needs to serve a man, someone who will dominate her, someone who will order her what to do and she will feel that she has no choice but to obey. Inside, you know it is true. Up and until now, we have just been too proud, and foolish, to admit it." Louise looked down. She knew that Alice was right. When she had first phoned her a few days ago, all excited and out of breath, and told her what had happened with Freddie, Louise's initial reaction was one of disgust and horror. How could Alice do all of those horrible things with another man? And then, to make matters worse, betray her trust by revealing their secret to him? Louise slammed the phone down and refused to talk to her. The next day, for the first time in several years, she avoided any contact with Alice. It was only that evening, when Alice arrived, uninvited at her home, that she was forced to confront her. Her parents were out so she could vent her full anger at her. But Alice did not flinch. She understood why Louise was so angry and once she had finished shouting at her, Alice calmly explained to her in detail what had happened, and why it had happened. And Alice proved to be quite persuasive. She explained why young girls needed a Master. Despite previously believing that they could be independent, she had rapidly discovered that she in fact needed to be dominated, controlled, led and generally abused by a powerful man. Those who clung on to the misguided belief that they were independent and just needed to be "loved" by someone, were always invariably missing one crucial fact: being fucked roughly was what girls needed and wanted. And it was this last point that resonated most loudly with Louise. When Alice had made love to her, she was the one who liked it rough. However, the idea of a man, instead of her friend, treating her roughly, raping her, taking her in every hole against her will, ignited some hidden dark fantasy that she could not just ignore. Try as she might. So rather then confront her inner demons, Louise ran upstairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. She wanted to be alone but Alice quickly followed, wanting to comfort her, to tell her everything would be ok. She did this by making love to her. Louise may have been crying her heart out, but soon they were both stripped off, down to their white cotton socks, school tie and flat black shoes. In no time they were embracing, kissing, tits rubbing up against each other, pussies grinding forward and hands lovingly caressing each others bottoms. Alice then took out from her schoolbag the strap-on-dildo and told Louise to get on all fours on her bed. Louise was only too happy to oblige since this was her favorite position. Alice then climbed on and entered her from behind. Fortunately for the both of them, there was a mirror on the wall directly in front so they could see exactly what was going on. As Alice began to fuck her, both sets of tits began to shake. Louise, mouth open, began to gently pant, she liked it this way. She liked to be fucked like a dog. However, after a minute or so, things took an unexpected turn. Alice began to spank her bottom and started to call her "a naughty girl." She had never done that before. Louise was shocked but maintained her position on all fours. Alice then grabbed hold of her long black hair and, yanking her head back, began to fuck her hard. With her other hand she carried on spanking her and calling her a "dirty naughty bitch who needs a Master". Louise did not know what to do. Her mouth was open in horror and she was begging Alice to stop, to be gentle. But Alice continued to fuck and spank her hard, her language becoming more and filthier. She wanted to teach Louise a lesson. A lesson that being fucked rough was the only way forward. And it worked. Despite her best efforts, Louise could not help but become utterly aroused by the hard fucking. The feeling of being taken roughly, even by another young schoolgirl, ignited in her previously unknown levels of passion. She started to wonder how it would feel if she was instead being roughly fucked by a man? A man with a big fat cock who would rape her, as he had raped Alice. She had always preferred it rough, but she now understood that she needed things to be rougher. A lot rougher. As she looked into the mirror and saw Alice pound away in her pussy, her big tits bouncing up and down and her face screwed up in anger as she spanked her naughty bottom, it was at that moment she knew that she needed a man to dominate and fuck her. A young girl was not enough. She needed a cruel man to spank, fuck and rape her. As she understood this, she came... Back at Alice's home... Louise was still nervous about what was happening to her. "I am still not sure. What if I can't take his cock? You said it was huge, much bigger then the dildo! I am not sure I can handle that?" "Of course you can, don't be so silly. You have a body built for big cock. Trust me. If I could handle it, so can you. Now come on, we have already kept our Master waiting for too long..." And with that, Alice began to lead Louise, reluctantly, out of her bedroom and downstairs where their Master was eagerly awaiting their arrival... Freddie Jackson, high ranking General in the British Army, commander of Her Majesty's forces in the Middle East and generally respected worldwide for his grasp of complex military matters, was also a confirmed pervert. He was a man who took enormous pleasure in gratifying his gross sexual appetite through the abuse of the young female flesh. Generally his victims tended to be young wives, coerced into performing for him; but, every now and again, he would stumble across the delights of teenage schoolgirl pussy. And, if truth be told, this was his favorite kind of pussy. Innocent. Virgin. Tight. Corruptible. What more could an evil old pervert ask for? Well, two schoolgirl pussies, to be precise. And that was what he was about to experience. He had helped himself to a glass of Alice's father's fine 12 year malt whiskey, sat himself down in a comfortable leather chair and awaited the arrival of his two young victims, one of whom he had raped just a few days earlier. He took a gulp of the fine liquor and contemplating how good life was for some people. Then, he took out a big fat Cuban cigar, lit it up and puffed away as he looked forward to the day's events. He did not have to wait too long for, a couple of minutes later, Alice and Louise both emerged and a stunning vision of teenage schoolgirl slutty beauty was presented to him. Both were dressed in their little tight schoolgirl uniforms showing off their bodies to the maximum for this evil man's pleasure and, on seeing them, choked on his fine malt whisky. He had of course seen Alice before, but this was the first time he had had the pleasure of meeting Louise. She was, if anything, slightly more beautiful than Alice, although for understandable reasons, she seemed a great deal more nervous. As they had entered the room, tottering on their ridiculous high heels, Louise looked down, not daring to look up at her new Master. Her face was bright red and her big chest heaved up and down, no doubt terrified with what was about to happen to her. Rarely had Freddie been offered such an innocent beauty to abuse and his huge cock responded accordingly. They came to stand a couple of meters away from Freddie, who remained seated in his chair. Louise clasped her hands in front of her and looked down, unknowingly adopting the classic submissive pose for a naughty whore. She indeed did feel utterly terrified being in the presence of Freddie, dressed as she was, waiting for him to abuse her. And she had never felt so naked in all her life, without actually being naked. She knew that her skirt was too short to properly cover her bottom and that the tops of her black stockings were on display. And, wearing no bra, the thin cotton material of her shirt afforded her naked breasts no protection from the leering eyes of this old man. And leer he did. Alice, who appeared to be only slightly more confident than Louise, also clasped her hands in front of her but she was at least able to meekly look up towards her Master. It had been a few days since he had raped her mouth, pussy and arse - the hatrick of holes - and she was still rightly nervous of being in his presence. Although she had come to enjoy the attack, since it had appealed to her inner desire to become a submissive whore, just like her mother, she was still unsure of what was expected of her and her lover, Louise. She knew that whatever it was, it would involve them submitting their young bodies to whatever disgusting request their Master desired. No doubt their pussies and bottoms would have to be made available to his enormous cock, and with one, or possibly both of them, having their bottoms spanked or whipped. The thought of the pain that all this would involve, and also of the pleasure, made the whore lick her lips with desire. Her pussy had already started to leak juices and her nipples were once more piercing the thin cotton of her shirt. She was eager for things to begin... "Master, as you asked, please meet Louise, my lover. I hope our appearance meets with your approval?" Alice felt it was her duty to speak first, and introduce her lover to her Master. Freddie had not been able to keep his eyes off the teenagers', such was their beauty. And of course he was satisfied with their appearance, more than satisfied and was struggling to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to stand up and fuck these whores right there and then; rip open their blouses and suck on their succulent, big tits. Play and spank their bottoms. Lick their pussies. And then cum over the angelic faces, defacing their beauty with his old evil seed. However, he needed to remain in control and not turn into some hysterical adolescent school boy. So quickly he got a grip of himself - he was their Master, the man who was always in control, he could not allow these teenagers to sense his desperation. "Yes, yes you have dressed just as I had hoped. You look like perfect teenage schoolgirl whores. Very good! Very good!" He said, despite his best efforts, struggling to contain the emotion in his voice. He took a big gulp of whiskey, which helped him calm down. "And so this is young Louise. Please to meet you at last, my dear. Alice was right, you are beautiful. Very beautiful. Look up at me, please." Louise obeyed and slowly moved her head up and, for the first time, looked directly at Freddie. She saw a good looking man in his 60s smiling up at her. Somehow his look was reassuring and, instinctively, she smiled back in a sweet, girly way. "I am glad you could make it. You have so much to learn. So much to learn... No doubt Alice has explained to you why you are here?" She slowly nodded her head. "And how do you feel about this? How do you feel about being here to serve my big cock?" He said this in such a matter of fact way that his calmness did much to unnerve poor Louise. And of course Louise did not know what to say or how to handle the situation. All she could do was just look down again at the floor, her face burning red with embarrassment. "You know you will have to suck my cock?" Freddie pressed on, enjoying humiliating the young teenager. "And you will also have to fuck it. In your pussy and probably in your bottom." Still nothing from Louise. "Are you able to do this? Are you happy with this?" Louise wanted to turn around and run out. She was terrified. The way he was speaking was as if he was her teacher giving her a particularly difficult assignment. But he was no normal teacher and this was no normal assignment. Every ounce of intelligence that this bright girl possessed was telling her that this sick perverted man should not be allowed to lay even one old finger upon her young body. But she remained routed to the spot. Her high heels did not, or could not, move and take her away from this monster. She could not be sure why she was behaving in such an irrational way, but she had a suspicion that her soaking wet teenage pussy may have had something to do with it. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 03 "You know you will become my fuck toy, Louise. You will become a whore that I will abuse and enjoy at my will. Just like Alice. Is this something that you want? Is this something that you think you can handle?" Still silence. Freddie took this as acceptance. "You are beautiful Louise, and I am going to fuck you hard. So hard that you are going to scream for mercy. I am going to fuck you into submission, you dirty whore..." He could now barely contain his excitement as he verbally abused the poor girl. He wanted to let her know what he was going to do to her and what she would become for him. There was no need, as there had been with Alice, for any elaborate seduction. This bitch knew why she was here and that she was duty bound to serve his dick. As he looked on in delight at his new victim, she, in turn, was shaking with fear. Her legs were feeling like jelly and she thought that, at any moment, they would give way and she would collapse on to the floor in a heap of girly hysteria. Tears began to swell up in her eyes and she started to quietly sob to herself... However, it was not quietly enough to not to be heard by Alice. Alice, throughout the verbal attack, had been standing next to Louise in deferential silence to her Master. He, after all, had the right to say, and do, whatever he wanted to his new bitch. She, in turn, looked on with a mix of excitement and fear. Excitement, because all the things her Master was describing were things that she herself had been forced to do only a few days ago. And fear because she was genuinely fearful over how Louise may react. There was a risk, a real risk that she would run out and tell her parents about what had been going on. She was not sure that Freddie had grasped this danger. This time he had no leverage over Louise like he had had with her. Perhaps she had oversold Louise's willingness to become a whore and Freddie was taking it at face value that she was already his. This, in hindsight, was perhaps a dangerous assumption to make. Alice, conscience of the damage that an out of control hysterical Louise could cause, decided to take things into her own hands. So, without being ordered by her Master, she turned towards Louise, placed her hands on her arms and turned her around so she was facing her and no longer facing Freddie. Her Master now had a profile view of the two, innocent schoolgirls. "It's ok my darling, everything's going to be ok. You have to trust me on this. I know this is what we need..." Desperately trying to offer some comfort, she then gently placed her finger under Louise's chin and lifted her face up so she was now looking straight at her. Louise opened her mouth to speak but, before she could utter a word, Alice moved forward and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss and Louise's mouth instinctively opened to allow her lover's tongue to enter. Lovingly they embraced one another and Alice began to stroke her face as she kissed her. Louise in turn responded by enthusiastically by kissing back and she began to forget where she was and why she was here. Alice then moved her hands from Louise's face and effortlessly brought them around to the young girl's bottom. She gently squeezed it before moving under the skirt to stroke the naked cheeks of the delicious teenage arse. As the two schoolgirls made out, Freddie looked on with considerable joy. They were doing exactly what he had hoped for: performing for his sick pleasure. Inside his trouser, his huge cock began to stir in response and he adjusted his legs to allow it room to grow. Louise meanwhile continued to put to the back of her mind all thoughts of Freddie and the cock she was meant to serve. She instead reveled in the mutual pleasure that each girl was providing to the other. Put simply, making love to Alice had become Louise's favorite past time. She could not think of anything better to do and, despite her current predicament, she immersed herself in a world of schoolgirl lesbian lust. And just as Alice was paying attention to her bottom, Louise decided to return the favor and moved her hands to her lover's petit rear, placed them under her tiny pleated micro-mini and started to play with her cheeks. Their gentle lovemaking continued for at least a minute as they passionately embraced and played with each others naked bottoms. With their little skirts raised, their stockings and suspenders were clearly on display, as well as their bald pussies, which grinded up against each other, a clear symbol of their teenage innocence. Each girl's nipples had become erect with excitement and could clearly be seen through each girl's white shirt. However, it was not long before Alice moved her mouth away from Louise, who in turn looked disappointed; her mouth left open waiting for Alice to return. But Alice knew that this gentle love making would not ultimately satisfy their Master, who still sat silent, watching the two teenagers make love. Whilst their sweet antics may have appealed to the girls, she knew that her Master would want things to be filthy. Very filthy in fact and she was anxious to prove to him that she was his bitch, someone he could rely on to do his dirtiest wishes. And what better way to prove that by corrupting someone she loved. So, with this in mind, Alice's moved her hands to her lover's large tits and squeezed them through her shirt. Louise looked into Alice's face and began to pant out loud. She loved it when her tits were played with. They were so big and sensitive that they were there to be caressed. And they felt even bigger than usual but this may have had something to do with the tight shirt she was wearing, it was far too small to contain tits of such size. She had initially been concerned that the buttons on her shirt would not be sufficiently strong to contain her tits, and that they would burst open at any moment, thus revealing them to Freddie's leering eyes. But in the end she did not need to be concerned about this since Alice decided to remedy the problem herself. She started to slowly unbutton the top of Louise's shirt, each button bursting open, desperate for release. Louise did not say or do anything; she just looked at her lover with a due sense of concern. She was quite aware of the significance of what was now happening to her. She was about to be forced to reveal her tits to another man. A man she did not want to reveal her tits to. And she knew that, if she allowed this to happen, it would not be the last thing she would be forced to reveal, or do. She was now crossing a line and knew there would be little of hope of going back. If she wanted things to stop, now was the time. But she did not do a thing. She merely allowed Alice to unbutton her shirt all the way down to her waist and for her to open the folds to reveal the splendor of her massive schoolgirl teenage breasts. Alice then did something unexpected. Rather than play with her lover's tits, she proceeded to unbutton her own shirt deciding, correctly, that her Master would like nothing more than to see their tits rub up against each other. And in no time, her shirt was also opened to her waist and her big tits were revealed. She then moved forward to kiss Louise, who had remained motionless, mouth open, speechless with what her once prim-and-proper lover was doing. Now, when they kissed again, their tits and nipples rubbed up against each other along with their bald pussies. Instinctively their hands had returned to their lover's bottom to squeeze and play with them. Their school ties had remained between the valley of their breasts, highlighting their schoolgirl innocence. They also began to kiss more passionately, Alice because of the excitement of corrupting her lover, Louise because of the fear of being corrupted. She knew she was performing, not for her own pleasure, but for the pleasure of the evil sadist who remained silently sitting just a few feet away. And the evil sadist certainly did appreciate the nice subtle change of events. Revealing their breasts was absolutely necessary for him to enjoy their love making. Alice was learning well. Very well... Freddie allowed events to continue for a little while longer before deciding to step things up himself. Alice had done a sterling effort but he knew that, from here on in, he would have to control things himself. The level of depravity required could only be instigated by someone as corrupt and perverted as himself. "Alice, please show me Louise's bottom." Freddie calmly asked, as if he was asking this young girl for a glass of water. Alice immediately stopped kissing her lover. She looked into Louise's eyes and saw fear. A few days ago this would have meant something to her, her lover being afraid, but now she did not care. Her sole duty was to serve her Master. As she looked into Louise's eyes, she could see that they were begging her to disobey her Master. She would soon learn that this was impossibility. Alice took hold of Louise by her arms and gently turned her around so that her bottom was now facing Freddie. She then lifted up her skirt to reveal to him the delicious cheeks of her teenage arse, lovingly framed by her black suspenders with her g-string disappearing in between the valley of her cheeks. Upon seeing this vision of perfection, Freddie immediately knew what it needed. "Spank it! Spank the bitch's bottom until I tell you to stop!" He ordered Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Alice immediately applied two vicious spanks to each of Louise's cheeks. She did not hesitate to obey her Master's instructions. Indeed, she took great delight, as she had the other day, in spanking her lover's bottom. She knew it was necessary for the bitch to feel pain, for her to know that her bottom needed to be red for her Master. Men liked it that way. Louise meanwhile said nothing other than let out loud screams of girly pain. She did not know how to react. Her lover was behaving in such a cruel way, she was lost both for words and action. Her mind was willing her to escape, but her body was telling her to stay, to allow Alice to spank her in front of this horrible man, for her to abuse her bottom and thus show him that she too was a willing whore. Somehow, it seemed like the right thing to do? And as these terrible thoughts raged through the poor girl's mind, Alice continued to remorselessly spank her. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!" Was all that could be heard/ But then Alice spoke. "Take that you naughty bitch!" You deserve to be spanked, don't you?" Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!" Still nothing coherent from the errant schoolgirl. "You are a dirty schoolgirl who needs to be punished for her Master!" Alice was clearly getting into the role of being a cruel dominatrix and she was surprising herself since she did not know she had it in her to be so bad and filthy. And neither did Freddie, who was somewhat taken aback by Alice's behaviour. He had not expected her to revel so much in punishing her girlfriend. And the sight of one schoolgirl happily punishing the other was causing his dick to throb even more painfully inside his trousers. The only solution to relieve himself of the pain was to allow his dick the room to breath properly. So, as he watched poor Louise's bottom turn a bright shade of red, he unzipped himself and removed his giant 11 inch cock. And he happily started to gently rub himself off, content with watching Alice do his dirty bidding. Louise was now shocked by how she was reacting. Not only because she had allowed Alice to spank her, but just as she had in her bedroom days before, she was enjoying being spanked. She could not explain it. But the feelings persisted, nonetheless. After a couple of minutes of this, and with Freddie feeling that his cock may explode, he decided to bring the proceedings to an end in order that the girls could pleasure him more directly. "That's enough, for now. I think Louise understands her position. Louise, please could you turn around and face me." As instructed, Alice stopped the spanking and Louise, ever so slowly, turned around to face her nemesis who had now, for the first time, revealed his cock to the poor girl. Louise opened her mouth in horror when she saw him wanking himself off. She was about to scream but then she started to focus on the weapon. It was huge. Bigger than anything she had ever imagined. She had never seen a cock before and, despite Alice telling her how big Freddie was, she still did not believe they could be so big. Until now. As she looked in awe at the weapon, she was unaware that she was licking her lips and panting. She was too busy wondering what it would be like to be forced to serve such a thing, to allow it to enter her young, tight body, for each of her holes to be stretched to ripping point. She suddenly became impressed that Alice had been able to serve it in all three of her holes, and became slightly jealous at this fact. If Alice could do it, surely she could too? No? And as Louise contemplated this, Freddie looked on at the girl. She was no longer looking like a nervous girl, but had adopted that classic look of a whore in heat. He had seen it so often before, it was unmistakable. He correctly put it down to a combination of the spanking and her seeing his giant cock for the first time. He rightly surmised that she was wondering what it would be like to fuck. And so why not allow her to find out... "Louise, Alice, please come over here, kneel between my legs and suck my cock." The order was given in calm, assuring way and did not, for a second, betray the considerable excitement bubbling away inside. Two teenage schoolgirls, one of whom was a virgin, and the other only recently fucked for the first time, were about to kneel in front of him and suck his big old ugly cock. Life rarely got better than this. Alice led the way. Taking Louise by the arm, they walked towards their Master. Louise found herself walking there without even a hint of protest. She knew she should resist, to scream out her disapproval that she was being forced to partake in this disgusting act, and against her will at that. This was wrong. This was rape. But she was transfixed by his dick and, before she knew what was happening, she found herself being led down on to her knees to kneel between her Master's legs, which were now spread wide in readiness for them. "Alice, you will need to show Louise what to do since she is a cock sucking virgin." "Yes, Master. "Louise, why don't you grab hold of our Master's cock first and give it a little rub." Alice said to Louise, in response to her Master's order. Before Louise even had the chance to respond, Alice wasted no time and took hold of her hand and placed it on Freddie's dick. To everyone's surprise, including Louise, she did not immediately withdraw her hand, as she might have expected to. Instead curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know what this great thing felt like and, with her inner whore instincts now taking over, she instinctively wrapped her little hand around it, noticing immediately that she could not clasp it properly. My God, it felt like a massive rod of human steel flesh, she thought as she gently squeezed it. Then, without any prompting from her Master or girlfriend, she slowly moved her little hand up and down. "Oh yes!" Was the appreciative response from Freddie. "That's it, rub my cock you naughty bitch. Learn to pleasure your Master!" Louise looked up at him as he uttered these harsh words, suddenly realising what she was doing. Without knowing it, she had started to pleasure her Master. She still could not understand how she had managed to get herself into such a predicament, it should have felt so wrong, to do something so disgusting and immoral as rubbing an old man's big cock. But her pussy was telling her something else, that this was right and that being a naughty bitch was how she should behave. She rubbed him that bit faster. Meanwhile Alice, the original schoolgirl teenage whore, did not want to be left out. As her girlfriend rubbed their Master's cock, she started to gently squeeze his plum size balls, which elicited even more groans of pleasure from the lucky recipient. Encouraged by this, she lowered her head and began to lick his sack. As the two girls went about pleasuring Freddie, he contemplated how easy it had been to corrupt these two teenagers. Just a week ago they were both pious preachers who believed in the sanctity of marriage, fidelity and that their morals were superior to all others. Anyone who thought differently was somehow inferior to them. They were the worse kind of hypocrites, those who believed in freedom, but thought that they could impose their moral judgments on other people. But, just as he had done with Alice's mother, he had brought them down a peg or two. Shown them that the power of big dick supersedes all else. As Louise continued to rub his cock, Freddie calmly placed one of his hands on to one of her big tits and roughly squeezed it. "These belong to me now, bitch. Do you understand me?" Louise could not bring herself to answer. "As does all of your body. It is mine, to use as I please. And I intend to fuck you hard. In each of your virgin holes. And once I have finished with you, you will fuck my friends. Sometimes you will fuck more then one man at a time. You are my whore. Do you understand me?" Still no response from the poor girl, she just looked straight at Freddie, mouth open, tongue hanging out. She did not know how to respond to being told, with concrete certainty, that her destiny was to become a whore. But a verbal response from the girl was unnecessary. Her look and actions spoke volumes for her hand began to move faster and faster up and down his great big pole. It was an indication, if any was needed, of her excitement as she realised what she was about to become. "Alice, I want you to now teach your friend how to suck my cock. Make it good, otherwise Daddy will have to punish you." Alice immediately stopped licking his balls and instead looked up at him with those sweet innocent eyes. "Yes, Daddy." She was honoured that the pupil had now become the teacher. So, with authority, she spoke to Louise. "First, you need to lick Daddy's cock. Look, I will show you. We need to start from the head and work our way down..." Alice started to lick the top of the giant cock with Louise looking on, mesmerized with what her friend was doing. "You see, it is easy. Come on, you try." Louise did not hesitate. Her competitive instincts were flowing and, despite still despising this man, she still wanted to show him that she was as every bit good a cock sucker as her friend. It was like this in school, be it math's or English, these two always had a healthy competitive rivalry. Who would have thought it would eventually extend to sucking cock. Louise opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to gently flicker against the head of his massive weapon. She was understandably nervous, as this was the first time in her life that she had ever pleasured a man with her mouth. She found his cock to be warm and salty, and not at all unpleasant, as she had imagined. Each bitch then proceeded to lick a half of the cock head, making sure that it was totally covered by their saliva. Then, Alice, eager to continue her role as teacher, started to move downwards, licking the rest of the cock. Louise, seeing what she was up to, and anxious not to be left behind, immediately followed suit and the two teenage schoolgirl whores proceeded to give their Master a blow-job sandwich. They moved their heads up and down, each licking one side. Their heads moved in perfect harmony, up and down, up and down, lick lick. It was impressive stuff for girls so young and innocent. And as Freddie looked down on them, he realised that being a whore must run in the blood for some girls. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 03 After a minute or so, Alice decided that her Master needed some proper oral relief. She could sense by the noises he was making that he was satisfied, but not satisfied enough. "Louise, I need you to now suck Daddy's cock." Louise stopped licking and looked at Alice. She had a permanent look of concern about her. "Yes, you need to suck it like you would suck a lollipop. Just make sure you don't scrape him with your teeth. Daddy doesn't like that. Here, take hold of it, open your mouth and suck him until he cums in your mouth." Louise was now no longer even prepared to protest, or even show the slightest bit of unwilling. Licking this man's giant cock had seemed to set off in her an uncontrollable willingness to become his whore. Her brain had ceased to function as a meaningful part of her body. Instead her pussy has assumed complete control. It was telling her, loudly and clearly, that she needed to serve this man and give him as much possible pleasure as her virgin teenage schoolgirl body could provide. So, with these admirable thoughts in her mind, she gently took hold of his cock, opened her mouth and allowed him to enter. "Oh yes! That's it, suck Daddy's cock like a good little whore." Louise looked up at him as he ordered her what to do. She lowered her head a little more, allowing more of his hot rod to enter her virgin mouth. "Good! Good! Alice, play and suck my balls whilst Louise sucks my cock. Oh yes, lick them, play with them... Oh that is good... So fucking good..." The two teenagers now eagerly served their Master. One of them was sucking on his cock and the other on his balls. And Louise was proving to be a fast learner. In no time she had managed to take in at least six inches of his huge member and was moving her head up and down, maintaining a steady rhythm, as any good slut would. She maintained eye contact with her Master, eager to see whether her actions were meeting with his approval, which they of course were. Having witnessed the girls first make out with each other, then Alice spank Louise followed by a delicious teenage schoolgirl blow job sandwich, things were now getting all a little too much for the old man. "Yes bitch, suck Daddy's cock. Than feels so fucking good. You are a natural born cock sucker, just like Alice. Now, when I cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all. Do you understand me? You must swallow my cum, you dirty bitch!" In response, Louise redoubled her efforts, delighted that she was performing as well as Alice, who meanwhile intensified her own efforts on his balls, eager not to be excluded from the proceedings. "Yes! Yes! Oh God, I am going to cum, that feels so fucking good. That feels so fucking good. Oh yes, I am going to cum in your mouth you dirty fucking whore! Oh yessssss..." And with that, Freddie ejaculated copious amounts of warm thick spunk into the poor teenager's mouth. "Swallow my spunk your dirty whore..." And she did. All of it. After 30 seconds or so, and after Louise had felt that there was no more spunk left to be emitted from the great man's cock, she removed it from her mouth and looked up at him, curious to know what would follow. But before Freddie could say anything, Alice immediately took hold of Louise's face, turned her towards her and gave her a long deep kiss. She was anxious to taste her Master's spunk and there followed some snowballing between the bitch's as spunk passed from mouth to mouth. Freddie looked on approvingly. Fifteen minutes later... They had all adjourned to Alice's bedroom. Louise was now lying on Alice's bed on her back with numerous teddy bears strewn around her head. She had removed her shirt and skirt so was just dressed in her heels, stockings, suspenders and school tie. Her legs were spread and Alice, who had also stripped down to the same attire, was kneeling in-between Louise's legs, head down licking her pussy. This was all naturally at the behest of Freddie who had ordered the girls to strip for him and for Alice to prepare Louise's pussy for his cock. He wanted it nice and wet before he fucked her. He, meanwhile, had stripped off. And despite his age, he was well built with muscular arms and an impressive torso, which was still covered with thick black hair. He clearly still looked after himself, as his three to four visits to the gym testified. And taken together with his harsh, rough, physical appearance, it made for a stunning contrast with the two delicate, angelic beautiful teenagers, who were making out in front of him. As he looked on at the gentle lesbian lovemaking, he began to stroke his cock and in no time it had regained its former strength. He was now ready to fuck his victim, whether she liked it or not. So walking towards the two teenagers, with his cock bobbing menacingly in front of him, he made his way to rape Louise... She, however, did not, at that moment, know what was about to happen to her. She had closed her eyes and had completely forgotten about her Master and the cock she was supposed to serve. Alice's lapping tongue on her pussy was the cause of this momentary lapse of reason. She was close to cumming and she made no secret of this fact as her groans became louder and louder. She had clasped a white fluffy teddy bear to her naked chest and was in the midst of her usual sexual fantasy that she played out in her mind whenever Alice made love to her. This was where she in a forest with her lover, happily making out in the wild. It did not include a huge old man with an 11 inch cock who was about to rape her. As she played out her fantasy, Louise was thrusting her groin up and forward towards Alice's mouth. She was about to cum. However, just as she was about get to her climax, she was brought out of her reverie by the sound of her Master's booming voice: "Alice, I want you to prepare my cock so that I can fuck Louise." On hearing this, Louise opened her eyes and immediately snapped out of her fantasy. Any chance or an orgasm also evaporated. "Yes, Master." Alice said as she obediently removed her tongue from Louise's pussy, got up and moved to kneel in front of Freddie. She opened her mouth and in no time she accepted eight inches of his cock down her throat, a record for her. "Suck it bitch, make my cock ready for the bitch's pussy." Louise sat up a little to watch what was going on. She was clasping the white teddy even closer to her large chest, obviously she was in considerable fear for what was about to happen. She looked up at him, mouth open, not knowing what to say. She correctly figured that there was nothing she could do to prevent being fucked, so she remained silent. She then looked down at Alice, she could only see the back of her head as it moved back and forth on Freddie's cock. He in turn had grabbed hold of her head as he fucked her mouth and was now looking straight at Louise. "I am going to fuck you bitch. I am going to fuck your virgin schoolgirl pussy." Taunting her with what was about to happen. "Are you ready, bitch, are you ready for Daddy's big cock?" She shook her head and clasped her teddy for protection. "Don't worry, you will love it. Alice, stop, I am ready." He then walked over to the bed where Louise was. She had remained motionless, frozen with fear. Like her friend before her, she had had visions of this day when she would eventually lose her virginity. And like Alice, she had assumed that it would have been with the man she loved, on her wedding night. Not like this. Not with a man old enough to be her father, whom she had just met, whose sole desire was to use and abuse her as much as possible and who quite simply was prepared to rape her. He got to the end of the bed and stood at its side and looked down at her. He then suddenly grabbed hold of her ankles and dragged her unceremoniously towards him until her pussy was at the edge of the bed. He then spread her legs by placing his hands under her thighs and pushing them wide and up so her feet, which still had on the black heels, were pointing up into the air. Louise did not resist. She had lost all strength and will to stop these two from raping her. Instead she clasped the teddy close to her and looked up, her eyes pleading with her captors to be gentle with her. "Alice, place my cock at the entrance of her pussy." He ordered, as he spread Louise's legs. Alice confidently moved around to his side, her big naked tits shaking up and down with each step, and, gently taking hold of his cock, she moved it towards their victim's pussy. Louise looked up at Alice, shocked that she had now effectively become an accomplice to her rape. Alice then began to show her new found skills as a whore. Rather then just place the cock near her lover's hole, she gently began to rub its head up against Louise's clit. She wanted her Master to appreciate how wet she had made Louise and for her to get a sense of the power of the cock she was about to serve. This rather unexpected action caused both Freddie and Louise to groan out in appreciation. Louise because her clit was so sensitive and Freddie because the softness of her wet clit against his mighty cock was delightful. "Is her pussy wet enough for Daddy's big cock? Have I made it wet enough for you, Daddy?" She asked, cleverly teasing him in the process. Freddie looked down at her. She looked so lovely in just her black heels, black stockings, suspenders and school tie. She was licking her lips as she held his cock, obviously savoring the power she now had over him. As she rubbed his cock against her girlfriend's clit, she also started to masturbate him, causing him to groan out even louder. "Yes, bitch! Yes! It is wet enough." "Are you ready to fuck your little girl, Daddy? Are you ready to rape her with your big cock?" "Oh yes, bitch, I am! Oh I fucking am!" Freddie, who was normally the supreme commander in these situations, suddenly found himself in the unusual position of being led by another girl, and a schoolgirl at that! But she looked so lovely in her lingerie and school tie, and the way she was cleverly manipulating his dick with her small delicate hand and by talking dirty to him was causing him to lose his usual level of control over proceedings. He looked down at her and licked his lips. She looked up at him, her hand moving up and down his cock. She could see that his face was now covered in sweat and could not recall his cock ever feeling so hard. It felt like a rod of steel in her small, delicate, teenage hand. Clearly fucking a teenage schoolgirl virgin's pussy was the height of depravity for this sick old man. "Is that nice, Daddy? Do you like your little girl rubbing your big cock? It feels so big and hard in my little hard, is the thought of raping this little girl's pussy making you excited, Daddy? On Daddy, are you planning to fuck her hard? Are you planning to cum in her tight little pussy? Or are you going to cum all over her big schoolgirl tits? Oh Daddy, you are naughty! You are so naughty fucking two little schoolgirls! Oh Daddy!" Freddie then did something that surprised Alice. Leaning down he kissed her passionately. Alice was understandably shocked by this act of compassion, other than licking her pussy, everything else that Freddie had done to her had been rough, without tender, and for his pleasure only. But this was nice. This appeared to be the act of someone who genuinely cared. Louise looked on as the two embraced, her legs remained spread wide up in the air, her pussy ready and waiting to be fucked. And there was something quite surreal about what was happening in front of her. Her two attackers were happily making out and it was almost as if they were celebrating their triumph in front of their victim. As far as they were concerned, she had been thoroughly conquered and, having lost the battle to retain her dignity and independence, she was now there to sate her evil conquerors pleasure and lust. After a minute or so, Freddie broke away from Alice. He looked down at her and felt a strange feeling of closeness towards her. She was his accomplice in this rape and seemed to understand his needs, in a way that few women ever did. True, over the years he had fucked numerous whores who had pleasured him greatly, took care of his needs and participated in his depraved acts of filth. But this bitch, this girl, who was still only eighteen years old, was years ahead of her time in the way she acted as a whore. The way she was able to tease him without fear and seeming to know exactly what he wanted. She was a true find and someone to cherish and nurture. And he honestly could not remember feeling this way for any other whore. And as he looked down at her, his eyes almost betrayed what he was feeling. Alice meanwhile sensed there was some change in her Master but could not properly discern what it was. Instead, she just wanted to carry on serving him as a dutiful schoolgirl teenage whore. "Daddy, I think you are ready to fuck your little girl now. I think she is ready to be fucked hard by your big cock." "Yes, yes she is." Freddie was brought out of his temporary obsession with Alice by this simple statement of fact. He then looked down at the whore he was supposed to fuck. Louise was still looking up at him, the fear in her eyes all too apparent. And like Alice, she was beautiful. She had the same big breasts, beautiful face and slim body. And like Alice, she was just wearing her black heels, stockings, suspenders and school tie. And this bitch would not just look like Alice, he thought, she would become a whore like her too. A teenage whore who would understand his needs perfectly. Who would be prepared to do what he wanted, when he wanted. As such, he needed her to give him her pussy. Her virgin schoolgirl pussy. Alice placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Louise's cunt. Despite Louise's obvious fear, this did not prevent her body was betraying her true feelings. Her pussy was soaking wet and her Master could not help but notice how aroused his victim had become at the prospect of being raped. He grinned in brutal satisfaction. The bitch was well and truly gagging for it. "Are you ready to be fucked, bitch? Are you ready to be fucked by Daddy's big cock?" Alice by now had removed her hand from his cock and stood to one side to watch the rape properly. Louise, meanwhile, mouth open, shook her head violently. Her Master, however, took this as a "yes". So, he pushed forward a little and, the combination of wetness and the fact that her pussy had already been opened up by a dildo meant that it did not take much for his brutal weapon to breach her virgin defenses. "Oh that is good!" He cried out as began to move up the poor girl's tight body. In no time he had managed to insert six inches. "Oh your pussy feels so tight. Do you like my cock in your virgin pussy, you dirty fucking whore?" Louise however was still unable to form a coherent response. Instead she merely looked up at him, her mouth wide open as she panted out loud. But if truth be told, the cock felt huge in her tight teenage body, much bigger than the dildo, and all she wanted to do was scream out loud and beg him to stop, beg him to stop raping her virgin pussy. But she couldn't. Somehow her brain was unable to form the necessary words. But then again, somehow her pussy was, at an ever alarming rate, releasing juices in order to lubricate her attacker's cock, thus making it easier for him to rape her. There was a clear inconsistency between what her brain was telling her and how her pussy was responding. Her brain was telling her rape was wrong. Her pussy was telling her that it needed to be raped by her Master. Before she could properly analyse these contradictory feelings, Freddie lunged forward and impaled the bitch fully on to his giant eleven inch cock. "There, take it all you dirty bitch! Oh that pussy is so good! It is built to handle my big cock!" He then began to fuck her and to fuck her hard, showing her no mercy as he took what he genuinely believed was his, by right. He showed her no tenderness, no modicum of care than one might expect of a man who was taking a young girl's virginity. Instead, he rammed in to her as hard as possible. He wanted her to know that she belonged to him, and, just like her friend Alice, was now his whore. "Take that cock, bitch! Take that cock in your schoolgirl pussy! Oh yes bitch your pussy, is so fucking tight, it feels so good..." And as he cruelly raped her, he lifted her legs even higher and wider in order to gain maximum entry. Louise looked on in shock at the violence of her attack. She had now lost her virginity and she had lost it by being raped, as opposed to making love to a man she loved. This fact alone should have disgusted her but, instead, it just made her pussy become even more wet and the squelching noise of cock in wet pussy rang out, it was like a victory cry for her assailants, if one was needed. Her tits began to shake up and down in response to each of his violent thrusts, wobbling like big blobs of vanilla jelly. She noticed that the cock felt so much more stronger and powerful than the dildo and, coupled with the fact that she was being raped by a cruel old man, these depraved facts started to appeal to this once innocent teenager's base instincts. The sad fact of the matter was, as Louise was rapidly discovering, she, like her girlfriend Alice, was a dirty filthy whore who like nothing more than being treated like a sex slave. And Alice had emerged to stand next to her Master as he raped her friend. The accomplice in this rape looked down as her lover was brutally fucked. She found the whole experience utterly arousing, watching the girl she loved being forced to take the very same cock that had raped her just a few days ago. Did she feel any guilt for subjecting her attacker on Louise? Not a bit of it. Instead, she wanted Louise to be fucked like she had - hard and without mercy. She then looked up at her Master but he was no longer paying her any attention. His focus was purely on his new victim, his new whore. He was looking down at Louise, calling her his "bitch" and telling her that he loved her "fucking tight schoolgirl pussy". These were the very same compliments that he had paid to her and she strangely felt a surge of jealously flowing through her. Although she had wanted Louise to be treated like a dirty whore, she still wanted to be his number one whore. And, at the moment, unlike a few minutes ago, he was purely concerned with her friend's pussy. Somehow Alice had to be part of this act of rape, in order that her Master could appreciate her skills as a whore. Meanwhile Louise was beginning to get those familiar feeling whenever she made love to Alice. They were the feelings she normally got just before she came. She could not help it. The brutal rape was turning her into a dirty whore. She had been unable to fight this inevitable transformation ever since she had been introduced to her Master and her feelings were a natural accumulation of his prolonged attack. She looked up at him and saw that his face was covered in sweat and was screwed up in determination, as he pounded into her delicate, fragile body. He was a big muscular man whose chest was covered in a mat of thick, curly black hair and it made for a remarkable contrast to the eighteen year old petit, fragile, pure white body. He had a look of pure evil about him as he went about his cruel work. His mouth was open, saliva dribbling down his chin as he continued to taunt his poor victim. "Fuck that pussy, take my cock in your schoolgirl pussy you dirty fucking bitch! You love, it don't you? You love my big cock raping you. Admit it, you are a whore. Admit that you like to be raped by Daddy's big cock!" Still no response was forthcoming from his victim. Louise was in such a state of awe at this man, who was able to take her with supreme confidence, knowing that he could rape her without any issue or comeback, that all she could do was look at him and allow him to sate his lust in her young body. There was after all nothing else that she could do. A Schoolgirl's Lesson Ch. 03 Alice had moved to stand behind her Master. She knew what he would like. She knelt down, placed her hand on his balls and gently squeezed them. She then opened her mouth and started to lick them. Freddie, of course, immediately noticed that his balls were being played with. This was unexpected. He had not ordered Alice to do this. Instead she had taken the initiative and decided to serve her Master of her own accord, knowing that being served by two schoolgirl whores' would undoubtedly be better than one. She was some whore. Without stopping fucking Louise, he looked down at Alice and just said, "You are a good whore." Being called "a good whore" by her Master was one of the best compliments she had ever had. Prior to meeting Freddie, she had only ever lived for praise from her teachers or Priest. Now she craved the adulation of her Master, to be told that she was doing a good job sexually satisfying his perverted needs. How times had changed, she thought. And for the better. As he continued to rape Louise, Alice opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out so each time his balls came over her mouth, they would receive her loving attention. The combination of a warm tongue on his balls and the hot tight confines of pussy meant that Freddie was getting close to his climax. He was being served by two teenage beauties, the height of fantasy for any an old man. "Oh that's it you whores'. Serve my cock with that pussy. Serve my balls with your tongue. You are dirty bitch's who need Daddy, aren't you? Aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy, we need you to fuck us hard." Alice replied, the only one of the two who was still able to speak. Louise was still in a daze. Her body was responding in a way that was normal for a horny whore being raped by her Master, but that did not necessarily mean that she was able to communicate properly. All she could do was let out a deep, guttural moan, which was getting louder with each of Freddie's brutal thrusts. Freddie suddenly, and quite unexpectedly for both the girls, withdrew his cock from Louise's pussy. It was covered with her love juices and he moved so his cock directly in front of Alice's face. "Suck my cock, bitch." Alice looked up at him and, without any hesitation, opened her mouth and allowed him to slide in, immediately tasting Louise's juices. Previously she had managed to suck about eight inches but now she managed to contain all eleven, so determined was she to show her progress. His balls came to rest under her chin and she looked up at him, tears swelling in her eyes, hoping for some acknowledgement of her achievement. None was forthcoming since her Master had regained his sense of control and would not give out praise easily. Instead he just fucked her mouth, his balls banging against her chin each time he thrust his cock into her mouth. As she accepted it, savoring Louise's pussy juices, she realised how filthy it was to suck a man's cock after it had been in another girl's pussy. But this did not prevent her from allowing him to abuse her this way and he carried on fucking her mouth for about thirty seconds before reinserting his cock back into Louise's pussy where he carried on fucking her. Alice immediately returned to licking and playing with his balls. Freddie repeated this process for several minutes, removing his cock from Louise's pussy and then forcing Alice to suck it. He now had two schoolgirl teenage whores' serving him - one with her pussy and one with her mouth. Life did not get much better than this. But of course such loving attention was bound to have its consequences and, after about the fourth time of shoving his cock back into Louise's pussy having had it nicely sucked by Alice, the affects were all too inevitable. "Oh yes, bitch, that pussy is good. Oh bitch I love that fucking tight schoolgirl pussy. That's it bitch, fuck me with that tight teenage pussy of yours. Daddy likes it! Daddy likes it!" And as he looked down at her, clearly close to cumming, Louise also began to reach her own earth shattering climax. Seeing this huge old man, covered in sweat, pounding away in her obviously in delight at raping her was all too much. Despite her better judgment, she could do nothing to stop herself from cumming and making this fact clear to her new Master. "Oh Daddy, rape me! Yes Daddy, rape your little girl's pussy..." These were the first words that Louise had ever uttered to her Master and they were quite poignant ones at that. On hearing them, Freddie could do nothing other then cum himself. "Oh yes, you dirty whore, I am fucking cumming, you bitch! I am fucking cumming. Ohhhhh fuck yes..." Louise immediately followed suit, her body convulsed as waves and waves of orgasmic bliss surged through her body. "Oh Daddy, that is wonderful! I am cumming, I am cumming..." Fifteen minutes later... Freddie was lying on Alice's bed smoking one of his Cuban cigars. He was still recovering after having just raped Louise. And to help him recover, he had spread his legs and told Louise to suck his cock. She, in turn, was on all fours, still dressed in her black heels, stockings, suspenders and school tie happily sucking her Master off. Behind her, and also on all fours and dressed just like Louise, was Alice, but her face was pressed up against Louise's arse. Freddie had ordered her to lick Louise's arsehole and make it ready for him. By now his cock had regained its former strength. He looked down at Louise as she went about her business. As she sucked him, she would look up at him, eager for him to acknowledge her efforts. Freddie would occasionally pat in her head and call her "a good whore" and play with her tits. For her, this was enough. As she blew him off, Louise's actions were bringing him close but there was still one hole remaining that he had yet to sample. So, grabbing hold of her hair, he unceremoniously pulled her off his cock. "That's all for now, bitch." She looked up at him, knowing what this meant. Her arse was about to be fucked. Her virgin schoolgirl arse, to be precise. To say she was scared was an understatement. She feared that her teenage bottom would be unable to handle his huge old cock. But she had no choice in the matter. She could not resist her Master's wishes. So, she remained on all fours, waiting for her bottom to be fucked. Freddie got up and moved so he was standing behind Alice who was still licking Louise's anal hole. She had not been ordered by her Master to stop, despite knowing he would soon be fucking her there. "That's all for now, Alice. I am ready to fuck this bitch's arse." "Yes, Master." She replied, as she got up from the bed to stand next to him. "Louise, move back a little so your bum is at the end of the bed." Still on all fours, she shuffled back until she her knees reached the end of the bed and her arse raised up and out for him. "Good, good." He said as the bitch moved into the required position. He then moved to stand right behind her, his cock fully erect, looking like a spear that was about to pierce her. He placed his hand on her young cheeks and stroked them, savored their silky smoothness. He then gave each cheek a few spanks in order to make them nice and red. Louise let out a small scream but did not protest or resist. She knew her bottom needed to be spanked. Freddie then looked at Alice and said "Take hold of my cock and place it in the bitch's arse." Alice obeyed. She delicately took hold of his cock and moved it towards Louise's anal opening. Placing the head on top of her star shaped opening, she pushed the cock in. At first it would not enter, Louise's virgin arse was too tight and her Master's cock too big. But her Master decided to help her. He moved forward a little and, together, they were able to breach the walls of her sphincter. "Oh God! P-please too big! Too big! Take it out! Take it out..." Spank! Spank! Spank! Her Master's response was all too predictable as he scolded her for daring to question him. He then pushed in a little further and managed to get half of his cock in her bottom. "So tight, so fucking tight. I forget how tight a schoolgirl's bottom is. You bitch's need to be fucked there on a regular basis. You need to be fucked in the arse by my big cock. It will make it easier for me. And my friends. There, take a bit more, you dirty fucking whore. Oh God yes..." He then lunged forward so even more of his cock made its way up the poor girl's rectum. "Oh p-please! Take it out!" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You need your arse fucked, bitch." Spank! Spank! Spank! "You need your arse fucked by Daddy's big cock." "No, p-please. Your cock is too big. It's too big..." Spank! Spank! Spank! "Don't be silly, bitch. Your bottom is built for my big cock. There, take it all you dirty whore. You now have all of my cock in your teenage schoolgirl arse." Freddie had pushed forward and implanted all 11 inches of his giant member into her tight hole. He then leant down and grabbed hold of her swaying big tits and squeezed them roughly. "That is good, so fucking good. You will learn to take my cock in your arse. And you will learn to love it." He then slowly began to move his cock in and out of her bottom. Just a little, at first, since he wanted to stretch her before he gave her a good, hard reaming. "Yes, yes, your arse is built to handle my cock. It feels so tight. Tell me, how does it feel to have Daddy's big cock up there? I bet you never thought your bottom could take it?" "Please, it is too big. It hurts too much! Oh, p-please, please be gentle..." "Nonsense! You need it rough, bitch. All girls need to be treated like dirty whores!" He then swiftly withdrew most of his cock from her arse and, almost immediately after, rammed it back in with all the force he could muster. "Take that you dirty fucking bitch!" "Ouch!!! Oh please be gentle with my poor little bottom!" Spank! Spank! Spank! "You need to be fucked bitch, and you need to be fucked hard!" And with that, Freddie straightened up, put his hands on her tiny waist and began to fuck her hard, and without mercy. Meanwhile Alice was still standing looking at the debauched activities taking place right next to her. She looked up at her Master, who appeared huge next to the tiny girl he was fucking. The contrast was striking -- a petit teenager was being forced to accommodate, in her bum, this giant man's enormous cock. She wondered how it was possible that Louise, like her, could take such a cock in her most intimate of holes. Unless they had been forced to, unless they had been raped, she doubted they would have ever consented to such a heinous act. She looked at Louise whose face has a look of permanent shock. Her mouth was open and she was letting out this constant, animalistic groan. She was not sure whether this was a groan of pain, or of pleasure. Louise's tits shook wildly in response to each thrust and she looked every bit the servile whore as she was forced to be fucked like a dirty dog. Alice then decided to insert herself into the proceedings. And just as she had done before, she decided to talk dirty to Daddy. First, she moved forward and placed one of her hands on his bulging bicep and with the other, she began to stroke his hairy chest. Looking up at his face, she licked her lips and said: "Is her bottom tight enough for Daddy's big cock? Daddy, you are working hard to fuck little Louise in her arse. This is so naughty, you know. Fucking your little girl in her arse. Do you like it, Daddy? Do you like raping your little girl in her bottom?" Freddie looked down at her, once more impressed with the way she had effortlessly transformed herself into a willing whore who knew which buttons to press in order to satisfy him. She in turn looked up at him and licked those full red lips, her mouth open in that seductive, innocent schoolgirl way. "Yes, bitch her bottom is tight, but not too tight for Daddy to fuck." "Does Daddy want me to suck his cock? Does Daddy want me to suck his cock after it's been in another schoolgirl's bottom?" Freddie looked down, he could just about hold back from cumming after Alice had made this lewd request. She was some whore and who was he to deny her what she wanted? So, he removed his cock from Louise's arse and just looked at Alice, no words were necessary. She knew what was expected. She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and accepted Freddie's big bad dirty cock. "Suck my cock after it's been in your girlfriend's arse. Make it clean, for Daddy... That's it, suck all of my cock, play with my balls. You are a good bitch, you are a good bitch..." Meanwhile Louise remained on all fours, somewhat disappointed that her Master had removed his cock from her bottom. Initially she had felt nothing but red hot pain surging through her young body as she was buggered for the very first time. But soon this was replaced by a feeling of happy acceptance that, despite the pain she was being forced to endure, she had remained on all fours with her bottom raised in order for her Master to abuse her. Even if this had meant he abused her in the most cruelest, dirtiest way imaginable. For her it had become her duty, as a slut, to allow her Master to fuck her wherever he wanted. So, as he fucked her in her arse, the pain had become irrelevant, it somehow drifted away to be replaced by an irresistible warm acceptance that she was a bitch whore who took big cock up the arse. And when he instead took his cock out and asked Alice to suck it, she was angry because she wanted be the one to serve their Master, to be the one with whom he derived the most filthy of pleasures. She could see competition ahead with her and Alice and she was ready for the challenge... "Oh Master, fuck my ass with your big cock. Oh Master, please put that big cock of yours back into my small little bottom and fuck me hard. I need it Master, I need to be fucked like a dirty bitch." With the competition on, Louise could talk dirty, just like her friend could. Her Master, understandably delighted by the young girl's willingness to be raped in her ass, could not ignore this most delicious of pleas, notwithstanding the delightful oral pleasure being provided by Alice. So, he removed his cock from Alice's mouth and reinserted it into Louise's arse. "Yes, bitch, you arse does need to be fucked." "Oh yes, Daddy, your little girl needs to have her arse fucked by your big cock. Oooh Daddy, that cock is sooo big. It feels so big in my little bottom. Is my bottom too tight for Daddy? Is her bottom too tight for Daddy's big cock... Oooh, fuck me hard, Daddy, like that. Spank me Daddy, spank your naughty little girl..." Spank! Spank! Spank! "Oh yes Daddy, spank me harder, spank me harder..." Spank! Spank! Spank! "You are a naughty whore, aren't you? Aren't you?" Spank! Spank! Spank! "Yes, Daddy, I am a naughty whore who needs her bottom spanked and fucked..." And that's exactly what her Master did. Spanked and fucked her. Hard. And as he did, Alice resumed licking his balls, just as she had done earlier, tongue out caressing his sack each time it passed over her open mouth. Every now and again, Freddie would remove his cock from Louise's arse and shove it down Alice's throat, telling her to suck it clean. She always did. Then he would resume fucking and spanking Louise. He had grabbed hold on to her hair to provide further leverage as he pounded into her. This continued for a good five minutes, arse fucking followed by oral relief. But it was not long before all the relevant participants began to get close to cumming. Alice had started to play with herself, so aroused was she by being part of this utterly filthy act. "Oh I am cumming, bitch, your arse is so fucking tight, so fucking tight..." "Yes, Master, fuck me hard. Oh that is so good, I am cumming too, I am cumming too..." And they came. All three of them. The Master had well and truly corrupted two, innocent schoolgirls. THE END