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Broken Birds, Part 15, Maria and Juanita

Part 15
Maria and Juanita

Tim moved swiftly into action. Northern Mexico was in chaos. Miguel had been a fool to fight all the other cartels simultaneously, but he and Rafaela had made careful plans to keep his family safe.

Rafaela related their plans to Tim. He was impressed. Within hours, Rafaela’s cousins were on their way to her.

As sad as Miguel’s death had made her, she knew it had to end that way. Peter’s death had been harder to accept as they’d always dreamed of being together to be father and daughter. Now that chance had ended. Even his thoughts were gone. When his kidnappers pulled Peter’s laptop from its station, it triggered a program that erased and overwrote all files six times and then ignited a tiny thermite capsule, melting the hard drive.

Peter had always been thorough.

He had named Michael as his executor and sole heir.

The main house had been completed for several weeks, though the compound still had work to be done.

Jake had developed a virtual program of the main house, as it would look after the post construction renovations, so the girls could begin ordering furniture. Over the next two weeks, the furniture arrived and, after being thoroughly inspected by Tim’s people, it was installed.

Everyone was anxious to get into the new home. This would be their home for the foreseeable future.

Five days after learning of Miguel and Peter’s deaths, Michael and his harem were sitting in the rented house’s living room, looking at the virtual plan with the furniture that the girls had selected. Beth, Lynne, Rachael and Rafaela were having a spirited discussion on the color of the couch for the main living area. Michael smiled as Beth and Lynne opposed Rachael and Rafaela. They asked him to make the final decision. He declined.

“Why not get both? We’ll give away the one we don’t like.”

Beth recoiled slightly then laughed. Rafaela giggled.

They heard the garage doors open. The bodyguard motioned them to stay and summoned his partner on the radio. He pressed his earpiece; then just said “Copy,” into his microphone.

He looked at the family he had begun to love. “The girls are here.”

Six women seemed to levitate as one, rushing to the door that led to garage.

Michael hung back. They didn’t speak English, so he would let the girls communicate as only females can. He reached the door as Rafaela ushered the girls to him.

Maria looked into his eyes. She looked exhausted, her face sallow. The past several months had not been kind to her. She was still very pretty, having grown a bit to just over 5’2”, maybe a hundred ten pounds with 34 C chest and a magnificent ass. The Afghan clothing, though, hid her body.

“Hello Michael,” she said softly, “I’m glad they didn’t cut your cock off. Rafaela seems to have put it to good use.” Her dark Latino eyes flashed impishly. “And yes, I speak English. So does Nita.”

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. “Now you can’t run away. And I’m 16!” Sixteen was the age of consent in Queensland. Maria had checked.

Nita followed and gave Michael a tired hug. She looked like a younger Rafaela. She had clearly been crying. Rafaela led the girls to their rooms to change and sleep if they wanted.

Rafaela, Maria and Nita came into the living room, now dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Nita looked lost while Maria looked like a younger, darker version of Shoshana.

Michael had been sipping a particularly good South Australian wine. He refilled his glass and then looked at Rafaela who nodded slightly.

“Would you like some wine Maria? Nita?”

Both nodded and he poured them a small glass. As tired as the girls were, they would almost certainly go to sleep.

“What’s that?” Maria asked indicating the wide screen that still showed the virtual living room. She was sitting next to Rafaela.

“That’s our new home. We’ll be moving in about ten days. Rachael restarted the animation showing the ocean view from the pool deck.

“Holy Mother of God, Rafaela. Do you have so much money?” Maria asked a bit breathlessly.

Rachael answered for her, “Rafaela is very wealthy, yes, but so am I and my children. In fact, Lynne probably has the most money. Beth also has a large trust fund. So does Shoshana.” She giggled at the Maria’s look.

Nita sat next to Alice, to whisper something. She smiled and said aloud, “Yes honey, I’m all healed up,” looking at Michael, “much better than new.”

Nita was quiet, then whispered to Alice again. Alice’s eyes widened. She took Nita by the hand, pulling her into another room.

Rafaela looked at Maria, eyes demanding.

“You know how you and Nita look a lot alike? After you fled, he forced Nita to come to him. He did many bad things to her.”

“What about you?”

“He was tired of me. He took me to his bed when you were arrested.” Maria said calmly.

Seeing the look of horror on Rafaela’s face, Maria said almost gaily, “don’t worry Rafaela, Alice will fix Nita and me. She fixed you!”

“She fixed all of us,” Beth said softly, “With some help.”

“All of you? You mean you’ve all been raped?”

The girls nodded, then laughed when Michael said, “Not me!”

Nita fell asleep in Alice’s arms. Michael lifted her easily and took her to her room.

“Rafaela, please help me get her jeans off. She said has some genital injuries, so we may need an OB/GYN.”

Michael left the room. They came out about 15 minutes later.

“He used his belt on her. He was drunk. She’s really bruised and swollen. We’ll have to get her to a doctor for a full examination.” Alice paused, “I think it’s best that I sleep with her tonight. She’s really disoriented.”

Michael nodded, pulling out his phone to make the medical appointment through Tim.

Leaving in the dark, early morning, Tim’s men took Nita, Alice, Rafaela and Michael to a hospital in Brisbane. Tim would only allow ex-SAS or SARS drivers. They had grown up with the left hand driving pattern.

A young woman in scrubs took Nita and his two women into the examination room. Michael waited with the guards.

It was an agonizing wait. He flashed back to Beth’s rape. He prayed for this little girl as he had prayed for Beth.

Finally, the three emerged.

“I’ll be OK. He bruised my clit. That’s why it hurt so much.” She tried to smile.

The guards were talking into their microphones, setting up their return.

They approached Michael. “Tim wants us to wait until dark. We can go to a movie.” He showed Michael his PDA that had the movies listed.

“Nita, anything look interesting?”

Her eyes lit up. A romantic comedy. Inside, Michael groaned.

The guard’s hands flew over the screen before announcing, “Done. We can leave now.”

Nita and Alice took the back seat. Nita fell asleep on the ride back, a deep peaceful sleep with her head in Alice’s lap.

Michael and Rafaela sat in the second row, talking quietly.

“I really liked the doctor,” Rafaela gushed, “She’s young, single and very knowledgeable. She’s from Surfers Paradise and has a lot of local contacts. And you know, I need a local doctor.” She placed his hand on her growing belly.

“Did you get her card?”

She handed it to him. “I’ll have Tim check her out.”

She squeezed his hand.

“Anything you want to share about Nita?”

She took a deep breath. “Miguel, God rest his soul, was a total, sick bastard. I think you have two more broken birds to help,” turning to face him, her eyes fiery, “as a father figure, not as a lover!”

“He used them. Because Nita looks like me, he turned his sick fantasy into reality.”

“With Maria, he shared her with his friends until she got a disease, then he wouldn’t touch her or talk to her. She’s clean now, or at least Nita thinks so. Miguel was looking for me when he was killed. It was his men that tried to kidnap my father.”

“Michael, I have access to Miguel’s accounts. What should I do?”

“Concentrate on our little girl,” he said rubbing her belly.

“Girl?” she giggled. “We don’t need more girls!”

Several days passed. Tim cleared the doctor and said he would make the contact.

Michael was in a deep sleep when he began to feel something wet on his cock. One of his women was slurping his cock, beneath the sheets. For a few seconds, he laid back and enjoyed the incredible pleasure of the unfamiliar technique. He threw back the sheet.

Maria lay naked with his cock in her mouth.

A hand on his shoulder, crying urgently, “Michael.” It had been a dream.

He snapped fully awake, bolting upright, ready to do battle.

He sat in the middle of his women. Beth giggled, “You were moaning. We thought you were having another nightmare,” now gripping his cock, “Or maybe a dream about your harem.” More giggles.

His cock was very hard. He looked at Shoshana. She moved to him without hesitation. A deep kiss as her body molded to his. As Beth’s wet lips closed around his throbbing shaft, he realized that the dream feelings had been real.

Shoshana was totally committed to Michael. They both knew it. Looking into his eyes, she slid sensuously down his body. She whispered, “I love you,” and lay atop him, her back against his chest. Loving hands guided him into her. She wiggled down his body until he was deep inside her. Then she sat up, driving his cock deep into her tunnel. She rotated her hips moving in a circular dance.

He grabbed her hips. He was too close. She kicked one then the other leg out, lying down, her back to his chest. Hungry mouths sucked her long nipples and clit. She felt her climax build. But her senses were really only tuned to Michael.

With one arm around her waist, he whispered, ”Feel your sister’s tongue on your beautiful pussy, licking both of us,” he paused as she shivered, “Feel your sister’s sucking your beautiful, long nipples, their tongues caressing you,” another pause as Shoshana began to moan loud, her climax almost there, “feel my cock joining us…forever,” using his hands, he told Lynne to suck and bite Shoshana’s clit. She screamed her delight, her physical climax minor compared to her heart’s.

She stayed wrapped in a blanket of pleasure and joy.

There was a gentle knock at the bedroom door. Beth answered it, opening the door just a bit.

“I heard you,“ Maria said, “It sounds like an orgy in there. Is Rafaela in there? Can I come in?”

Rafaela jumped off the bed and grabbed her robe. She slid through the door and closed it firmly.

“Busted,” Beth said giggling, “No use in letting this goes to waste.” She faced away from him, threw her leg over his hips and began to work his cock into her VERY wet slit.

“Rafa, you all have sex with him?”

Rafaela nodded, looking closely at Maria to see the effect.

“What about Alice?”

Rafaela nodded, smiling.

“What about me and Nita? Will we have to have sex with him?”

“No. First, Michael is our man and we give ourselves to him. He would never force us.”

“What if we want to have him too?”

Rafaela sighed. “Then he and all of his women would have to agree. Chika,“ using her nickname, “he is a good man, maybe the best. But to be one of his women would mean you would have a very closed life.”

“But isn’t that what will happen anyway?”

Shocked, Rafaela looked into her cousin’s eyes.

“For now, you’re right. I think Michael has a plan,” she thought, ‘Dear God let him have a plan,’ “but you have your whole life in front of you.”

“Right. I’m a diseased whore with my whole life in front of me.” Maria spat with bitterness and pain.

“You’re no whore,” Rafaela said, her mind reeling.

“No? More than a hundred men have fucked me. Miguel gave me to them. I’ve sucked many more. Isn’t that a whore or at least a slut?” Pain etched on her face, “and it hurts like hell to pee. It feels like I’m on fire. So I’m a diseased whore.”

Rafaela calmed her. They talked about her room in the new house, Rafaela hiding her desperation to get to Michael. Eventually Maria slept. Rafaela kissed her temple and silently exited.

Early the next morning, three Escalades sped back to Brisbane.

In the car, Michael sat with Rafaela while Alice sat with Maria.

“Michael, do you think I’m pretty?” Maria asked with a sultry voice.

“Sorry Honey, No,” shocking Rafaela, Alice and Maria, “you’re beautiful.”

Maria giggled. “You know how to pay the game, huh?”

“I’m learning.”

The same doctor attended Maria that had attended Nita. This time she came out with Alice, Rafaela and Alice.

She held out her hand, “Jennifer Doland.” Michael’s eyes showed shock. She looked like his dead wife, Vika.

“Michael,” he couldn’t remember the last name of his cover identity.

“Two abused young girls in one week?” anger flashing in her eyes, “do you want to explain or should I just call the police?”

“Doctor, please,” Rafaela tried to rescue the situation.

“If you will, doctor,” Michael indicated a secluded alcove of the waiting room.

“Doctor, I have not had sex with either of the girls we have brought in,” firm and undeniable, “they were abused by their uncle and, before that, by their father.”

“You know Maria has internal injuries?”

They shook their heads no.

“I don’t mean physical, I mean emotional.”

“I, too am a doctor, a trauma counselor,” Alice spoke up, “We’ve had remarkable success with rape victims. If, however, you call the police, you will never see us again. ”

The doctor looked dubious.

Michael hesitated, “you have been approached to be a private, concierge doctor to a family on the Sunshine coast?”

She nodded. “You?”

Michael nodded. He watched as she fit all the information together.

“They said one woman was four or five months pregnant?” looking at Rafaela. She stroked her stomach.

“Doctor, …” Michael started.

She held up her hand, “I know, no notes and keep my mouth shut. You’re an Afghani family, running from the Taliban.” She led Rafaela back into the examination room.

When Rafaela returned with Jennifer, both were smiling.

“She’s in great shape,” looking at Alice, “obviously she’s had a lot of care. Single heartbeat, so no twins. Slow heart rate, so probably female. Rafa says she wants to try to nurse, so no cosmetic surgery for a while. We’ll need an ultrasound machine at the house. I know some good plastic surgeons. Some of your women have scars?” Michael nodded. “We’ll get them fixed up. Can you get me the plans for the clinic? There are some things I will want if I am going to be delivering babies!”

He handed Rafaela a bottle of pills. “She takes two immediately, then one a day for a week. Then she pees in a cup and you get it to me. I’ll be there in two weeks. If they let me go earlier, I’ll be there earlier.”

Michael smiled. She had just told him to swing his influence bat. She would be there whenever they needed her.

Workers finished the clinic in three days, the day before Jennifer arrived. A few pieces of equipment were still on order, but most was already installed.

“Moving day” finally arrived.

The move itself went off with military precision. The Afghani embassy proved to be a problem. They demanded the names of the Afghani residents. A single phone call soothed ruffled feathers.

They moved at night. Jennifer arrived shortly after Michael, his harem and the two girls. While Jennifer’s apartment was on the second floor of the clinic, she would have access to the main house and lap pool as well.

Around 10 PM, the guards brought Jennifer to the main house. She had reviewed the medical files of each woman. Incredible. 8 rape victims with one man. She wanted to meet these women in their home environment.

She entered a room filled with love. Rafaela lounged in Michael’s arms while Beth rubbed her feet. Lynne, Rachael, Shoshana and Nita sat at a table, two laptops in front of them. Maria and Alice were absent.

Michael rose to greet her.

Maria and Alice came from the back of the house, waiving happily.

Jennifer was clearly uncomfortable. Michael offered her a glass of wine that she accepted quickly.

“Everything OK?” Michael asked.

“My apartment is fantastic! Once everything arrives, the clinic will be great. I was just a little lonely…” Nita came over and hugged her.

Beth came to her. “I’m Beth. Not sure you’ll see too much of me. All my plumbing’s been taken out.”

“You’re on You Tube. You’re the rape victim that begged them to release her rapists!”

‘Shit’, Michael thought, ‘this could ruin everything.’

“Now I understand. You just wanted to be left alone. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Rachael, Lynne and Shoshana introduced themselves.

Jennifer looked into Shoshana’s radiant eyes, “Honey, we need to schedule some time together tomorrow. I want to see how the treatments are coming.”

Rachael extended her hand. “I’m Rachael and you need to have some more wine.” The older woman giggled. “You need to catch up.”

Jennifer smiled, liking these people. She began to relax.

The guards escorted her back to her new apartment after three bottles of shared wine.

Faith , Hope and Charity 5: Anal Detention

Charity Jones here again, your trollop muse continues her memoirs

In my last sojourn I described to you the method in which, Faith, Hope and myself managed to regain our honour roll positions without having to study even once. As you might have guessed from the other chapters in this long saga it might have involved with a cock in me. Fear not , dear readers, you are absolutely right

Big tits and blonde hair will get you far in school I discovered with my popularity, but triple teaming your teachers with a pile of nubile teen flesh will almost always succeed. We were now fucking Mr Halston ( from our last chapter) the English teacher, Mr Kowalski from the Math department and Mr Chow for Chemistry. All we asked for this rotation of spunking in teen twat were straight A’s on our report cards. They were quite agreeable to it.

None of them of course knew about the others, each had to feel like they were the masters of the universe. Men fucking around behind their wives always need to feel this way , the male ego is such a fragile thing. That’s why I prefer single men who like to fuck a lot, they’re using us and we’re suing them. Leave the emotional clinginess with your wives or girlfriends

We also slowed down our other exploits, but not to the point I still wasn’t getting laid regularly. It was down to 3 to 4 times a week as opposed to every single day. I was catching up on homework in classes I didn’t have trouble with, my energy for cheerleading was back to normal, and I wasn’t so cranky around Chet my boyfriend anymore.

Momma had to explain it to me , that women often go through a “ slut” stage when they first discover their sexuality. It can happen at any age and not just because I was a virgin just a little over half a year ago. She told me eventualy people settle down and either move past it, or move on to quality more then quantity. I had to agree with her, I cleaved to the partners and experiences I loved and avoided just random screwing around. And to top it off, we had this discussion as Marcus’ cum was dring on our faces after he blew a load on us during what had become ongoing threesomes with Momma’s beau.

My wonderful boyfriend Chet was unaware of our reverse-gangbangs of teachers and I had no intention on telling him. Yes, Chet the high-school teen dream was my secret cuckold, but fucking the teachers was more like business to me then the fun I normally made Chet lick out of me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the sex, I just recognized this as prostitution plain and simple, thankfully it was done with respect

Of all the teachers we were fucking individually one or twice a month after school, Mr Halston was our favourite. He had the most stamina, the biggest cock and could eat pussy like a lesbian. We had never met a lesbian, but we knew he was better then us at it, and we were gals that loved muff diving. That and Hope and I would make him recite sonnets when he was fucking us. doggy style

But all good things come to an end and it was late in the year when it did. And it did cum in our ends, but that’s getting ahead of ourselves at the moment.

It was the beginning of May and this was to be the last time we fucked a teacher this year, so we saved our favourite Mr Halston for last. He would give us this final grade and then we were on our own for the end of year exams.We were studying solidly for those, so I was safe we could maintain an A average, at worst slip to a B+

We were in a semicircle as a last gift to him we were letting him give us a facial all over our teen faces. He was spunking his load on our faces, Hope the cum whore trying to hog it all when the Apocalypse burst through the classroom door. We all turned our heads to the allegedly locked door and I got spunk in my eye as a result. It burns like a bitch I tell you.

Standing there was the woman everyone in school affectionately called “ The Dragon Lady”, Vice-Principal Gordon. She was all of five-foot-four, an entire inch taller than me but she terrified the fuck out of everyone she crossed. Our hears sank immediately into the floor. And Mr Halstons spunk machine instantly became a limp noodle.

She had short cropped steel grey hair, piercing blue eyes and strong Germanic features. The running joke was that she was Nazi super soldier which wasn’t put into production at the end of the Second World War, but she was still scary. She always dressed severely too, sharp horn rimmed glasses, even sharper pressed dress-suits all in gunship grays or in black. This was little different except she was in her Nazi leather long coat this time. Bitch

“Mr Halston, stand by the door” , she hissed at our teacher.

He was white as a ghost and trembled quickly through getting dressed, shooting scared looks at us and her. Images of divorce papers, termination notices and a long prison sentence dancing in his head no doubt.

I decided to play up a long lost skill I developed on my good for nothing father that always worked. I opened my eyes wide and trembled my lip deliberately, my best wounded Bambi look that always melted adults into being wrapped around my finger

“ Vice-Principal Gordon, I can explain—”, I said in my best little girl voice

“ Save it slut”, she barked at me

That took me by surprise. I had been called slut by a woman before, but usually only after her and I had swapped cum or I had eaten a load of jizz from out of her ass. That was playful, this was mean. She was out for blood.I gulped deeply and audibly..

Faith was getting to her feet, her hot Irish blood flowing at her friend being insulted; but Vice Principal Gordon shot her a look that would freeze a bullet in mid flight. Hope just covered her face in her hands, hating any kind of intense confrontation.

“ For the last 4 months you three little hussies have been treating this fine school as your own personal whorehouse” , she said starting to pace in front of us

She continued as she slowly marched , “ Sucking boys off behind the bleachers, screwing in the parking lot, running trains by the football team in the construction site, and now this trading your teenage whore ass to teachers for grades”

This was not good, in fact it was horrible. She knew everything we had been up to at school this year. Stupid boys just had to brag didn’t they, at least that has always been my suspicion between now and then. In any case, our jig was finally up it seemed.

“ I should expel the three of you right on the spot”, she hissed

“ Oh god no”, Hope whimpered behind her hands

“ And fire your pedophile ass on the spot,” she snarled at Mr Halston.

“ Please Vice Principal, don’t expel us”, I began crying

“ And just why shouldn’t I, you blonde bimbo?”

Just as I was about to burst into a flood of tears at the thought of being a teenage dropout, Faith’s business sense jumped in the way of that oncoming train

“ Please Vice Principal Gordon, is there anything we can do to make this up?” , Faith tried desperately looking for an angle

‘So, you vant to make a deal, ja?” our Vice Principal said, her German accent finally coming out

Great, the stories were right, she was a Nazi super soldier.

“Yes ma’am”, I said choking back tears, “ we’ll do anything you want.”

Our Aryan super-soldier Vice Principal stopped pacing and turned and stepped up to me. She took me gently by the chin and tilted my head up to hers and to lock on me with her cold steel eyes.

“ Anything?”, she said with just the hint of malice

I forced back the oncoming tears, “ Anything.”

“ Gut. Very very gut.”, she smiled at me with the taste of evil and let go of my head.

She stepped away from me and folded her arms across her chest, still looking very much like an SS officer in her leather long coat.

“ On your feet tramps and bend over your teachers desk” she told us

We nervously looked at each other, trying to figure out with one another what was going to happen next. Even Hope had taken her hands off her face now. Her eyes were reddened and she looked even more scared than how I felt .

“ Now!”, Vice Principal Gordon commanded in a tone we had never heard before

We obediently got up and turned around and bent over Mr Halston’s nearby desk. I was in the middle , with Faith and Hope on my left and right respectively. We looked nervously at each other and I bit my lip as I tend to. To be fair, Faith was more angry then scared, you could tell by her gritted teeth. I don’t think Faith has ever been scared of anyone.

We heard her clop up behind us, probably in Nazi boots I figured. I looked back over my shoulder for a second, to see what she was up to.

“ Eyes forward bitch!”, she snarled

“ Yes ma’am!”, I replied looking forward

“ Eyes forward until I say otherwise, do you three sluts understand?”

“ Yes ma’am”, the three of us murmured meekly.

That was when I felt something hard and flat and cool being dragged across my naked ass cheeks. Jesus H Christ! She had a god damned paddle! This was just getting worse and worse. It was a girls in prison movie come to life

“ Louder tramps!”

“ Yes ma’am”, the three of us said keeping our eyes now locked onto the blackboard and some truly inane notes on Shakespeare who had been 400 years too late to save us now.She continued walking behind us gently dragging her paddle across our bare buttocks as she paced up and down behind us..

“ Very gut. Very gut indeed”

She stopped behind me and I felt her hand grip my ass, my head moving up in surpise, but still not turning around. She then did the same to the other two cohorts of mine. It was if she was inspecting meat, which was what I was truly beginning to think I was under her eyes.

“ Such wonderful teen arsche, all the fucking and sucking, ja?”

She clearly was seeking an answer from us because suddenly there was a whooshing and the paddle came firmly down on my backside and I let out a yelp. It took only seconds but I heard the woosh and smack on flesh as our Nazi vice-principal treated Faith and Hope to the same damn treatment. And they both let out their own respective screeches.

“Answer me!”, she commanded

“ Yes ma’am!”, we cried out.

“ Gut huren”

I didn’t know what ‘huren’ meant, but I was pretty sure I didn’t like it

“ Every time I ask you a question, you vill answer it, understand huren?

“ Yes ma’am” we answered, Hope and I were crying again at this point

“ And just to show you I am serious”

And down came the paddle firmly on my other butt cheek. I felt as though my ass must be glowing as red as an ember by this point.. My redheaded friend and goth compatriot received the same treatment..

The worst part was that she didn’t stop. Our Vice Principal really went to town with her wooden board. She swung hard and mercilessly on our bent over derrieres. It was hard and rapid on us all. These weren’t little love taps.She was full on walloping our asses with steady swings.All three of us were crying at the sheer abuse that our gluteous mazimus’ were receiving.

“ Ms. Gordon, is this really necessary?”, Halston meekly tried speaking up.

Vice Principal Gordon stopped her hammering of our butts long enough to wave the paddle at him.

“ You have three options Mr Halston; tender your resignation, keep your mouth shut, or bend over and wait your turn”, she said in a tone that tolerated no questioning.

Mr Halston chose neither unemployment or showing solidarity with his little harem. To be fair, if I was given his options he did, I easily would have chosen silence as well.

“ Tyrone, would you please come in and secure young Ms Jones”, the Nazi said seemily sated from beating our bums.
I heard the door open and whom I assumed was Tyrone the school custodian enter the room. I didn’t dare turn my head and look, fearing another round of paddling. Nor did I attempt to even to look in any direction other then forward. I could hear Faith and Hope whimpering to either side of me.

As Tyrone stepped in front of me, Faith and Hope were pulled back and off the desk by their hair, both screeched and were pulled away by Vice Principal Gordon. Tyrone bent down in front of me, and I tried imploring the old black janitor with my eyes to not do what he did next. He took my hands and bound them together behind my back at the wrists.

Faith and Hope were forced to their knees just to the side where Mr Halston stood in the corner. Their eyes were red from tears , Hope’s makeup was making her look like a racoon. Old Tyrone took some more lengths of rope from his coveralls and tied Hope and Faith’s hands behind them as well.

That’s when Vice Principal Gordon took of her long coat and stepped in front of me. I knew I was in shit when I saw what she was wearing under her “ Nazi uniform “ it was worse, far worse. She was in a black leather bustier, thigh high leather boots and covering her crotch was a thick long black strap-on she had strapped to her leg.

“ Now all you little huren are going to see vhat ve do with sluts in my school”, she said slapping my face with her *cock* a couple times

She gripped Faith by he hair and pulled her away to around behind me.

“ Come my rothaarige huren, you must get me prepared “, she said dragging Faith behind me

In moments I heard gagging sounds right behind me, familiar ones too. It was the distinctive sounds of Faith being facefucked, I had heard it in enough group scenes over the last near year with her to recognize it when I heard it.

“ Tyrone, stick your big drecksneger cock down Charity’s throat”, Vice Principal Gordon said offhandedly.

“ With pleasure ma’am”, the old man smile

It took all of a couple seconds for the old man to unzip his coveralls. For an old guy he sure was packing a lot of meat. Not that I had a chance to check it out very long as Tyrone very quickly shoved his tool into my mouth. He gripped the back of my head and without any further aplomb proceeded to fuck my mouth as thought it were just another hole for him.

I tried salivating a bit so that he wouldn’t choke me completely and could lube him up, and as I did so I heard Vice Principal behind me

“ That’s good enough for now slut, and young Ms Jenkins, start sucking your teachers cock like the slut you are”

I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw where Hope was kneeling by Mr Halston. She tearfully and obediently opened her mouth and Mr Halston reluctantly pulled out his limp dick and fed it to Hope. That’s when I felt someone’s face pressed to my crotch from behind, like they were literally having my face showed into my back side.

“ Start licking your whore-sister’s arsche and fotze, “ she commanded Faith

And lick my “ arsche” and “ fotze” she did. Luckily we had been in this position before many times already and she knew how to reach my spots even from a forced angle. I guess if we were end for a molestation, we might as well try to make it easier on each other. She slurped her way up and down, tonguing my clean bunghole too as instructed.

Her face was pushed further down and then I felt a big dollop of sit drop onto my backdoor. In a couple seconds later I could feel the head of the fat black latex strap-on pressed against my anus.Vice Principal gave out a short laugh and without anything remotely resembling gentleness, showed her *dick* into me.

I all but howled in anguish as she anallly ravaged me, but I couldn’t do anything but make choked gurgling sounds around Old Tyrone’s big black cock in my mouth. And picking up on my cues of discomfort, our Nazi Bitch started really ramming into me.

As VP Gordon anally punished me, Old Tyrone had gripped me by the back of the head and was thrusting his big black dick further and further down my throat. I couldn’t do anything to resist or set my own pace. Tyrone barely gave a shit if I could breath, maybe pulling out enough for me to gasp a breath every 30 seconds or so. Drool was pooling down my chin and dripping onto the floor, it was so bad I had not dribbling out of my nose.

The worst part was the despite my throat ravishing, I’m also a big anal slut. The anal ramming I was getting, though incredibly painful was stretching my nerves right out, coupled with Faith’s licking of my twat and occasional clit tonguings ( you try doing better from that angle), I was well un my way too cumming

I tried holding it back, but my legs started trembling the way they often do when I climax, and VP Gordon took noticed. She leaned over on top of me, pressing her body weight into me. She grabbed my hair in one handful and twisted a hard nipple of mine in the other.

“ Cum for me you little whore”, she barked in my ear.

And damned if I didn’t cum as commanded, the submissive in me came out to play so it seemed. I had never been dominated before, and this was far from consensual, but I couldn’t help but get off on it.

And just as I was finished cumming, I could feel Old Tyrone’s shaft beging to expand in me.

“ Keep his cum in your mouth huren” she ordered

He dumped volley after volley into my mouth, and had to fight my urge to swallow as I usually do

Nazi Bitch laughed at my spunk humiliation and then wrenched her *cock* out of me. I felt like s he had been ramming a long in me without any lube. My ass hurt like it was on fire. She gripped by hair and pulled me off the desk. She pulled me across the room and dumped me down beside Hope.

She then pulled Hope away from sucking Mr Halston’s dick. She actually whimpered a bit at that too being the oral fiend she is. Nazi Bitch then pulled her to where over to where Faith was kneeling at the edge of the desk. She then gripped Faith and pushed her over the desk and placed Hope between her legs where Faith had been eating me

“ Mr Halston, fuck her throat and cum all her slutty face when you’re done”

Mr Halston began pushing his dick between Hope’s lips, but I was soon obscured by Old Tyrone who was now shoving his half hard dick between my tits. The dirty old bastard would spit between my tits and occasionally stroke himself for lube.

“ I said FUCK her throat Mr Halston, or do you not want a job come Monday morning”

With that I started hearing the sick gagging sounds again that I must have been making myself. Moments later I could hear the muffled screaming of Faith as what I can only assume was VP Gordon also mercilessly fucking her ass.

Eventually Tyrone got fully hard again , but kept spitting between my tits for lube. He pulled hy head back and fucked my big tits and looked over at the show. Ignoring me was the worst part of that humiliation

Mr Halston came in Faith‘s mouth, and we were all swapped out again by VP Gordons hands dragging us by the hair. I found myself buried deep in Hopes ass and pussy as the Nazi Bitch ruthlessly fucked her rectum for all she was worth. All the whilst the now hard again Old Tyrone was face fucking Hope just as mercilessly.

Eventually Tyrone blew another load this time in Hope’s mouth, which must have been a night mare for a self professed cum junkie like her ,and VP Gordon pulled out . She pulled the busty goth off of the table.She positioned us side by side each other facing her. My ass was on fire and I knew sitting down was going to be a bitch tonight let alone the rest of the weekend

VP Gordon then ordered as kneeling girls to spit our cum loads on each others faces. I was ordered first to spit on Hope, when I demurely shook my head the Nazi Bitch picked up the paddle off the floor

I looked at Hope with an apologetic eyebrow curl and spit the cum right in her face, it was pretty nasty. Then Hope spit in Faith’s face, and then Faith grudgingly spit her cumload in my face. It was humiliating being ordered and objectified like this. And VP Gordon just couldn’t stop laughing.

She dismissed Mr Halston first and straightened herself out, neatening her hair and tying her strap-on back down to the inside of her thigh. Tyrone then went on to bring his cart in and claean up the desk and the spit and cum from the floor like he was doing an everyday job.

“ I expect to see you three every Friday night after school untill the end of the year to continue your punishment, if you don’t you’re expelled.”

She truend away from us and walked away as if we didn’t exist. We quietly cleaned up and put our clothes back on and left school.

Outside it was already dark, it was close to 9 by the time she had finished all but raping us and we made our way painfully back to my place. We soldiered down the road leaning on each other. My nipples ached and burned from the twisting. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire from the paddling . And I felt like someone had stuck a telephone up my ass.

We staggered our way back to my home having already planned on crashing there anyways. As we wandered into the trailer park we noticed a couple familiar cars drive out.

“ Shit, the gangbang…”, Faith sighed out.

We were supposed to meet the football boys at 6 for our monthly party, but we obviously couldn’t make it due to our punishment at the hands of the Nazi Bitch. They obviously had come looking for us.

As we walked up to the little patio of the double wide Momma and I shared, a couple of the boys from the team stepped out in very good spirits.

“ Hey, looks the party is about to start again”, one of the teen boys said

We hobbled up the stairs past the boys and were about to enter, feeling like we should break the news we couldn’t fuck tonight inside. But then the second asshole spanked me on the ass. SONOFABITCH that hurt!!!!

“ Asshole!” , I exclaimed turning on him.

Faith then pushed him down the stairs summoning a bit of energy just to do that, and we trundled inside

“ What a bitch, at least her mom was fun to party with.”, the frst guy said picking up his friend

I didn’t have to mull what the meant long, as soon we entered the living room I could figure that out. Momma was laying face down on an air mattress she used for acts at the Zebra Club. Her face was down but her ass was up in the air . The smell of sweat, sex , spunk and beer filled the apartment. Beer cans were all around the floor.

The big titted tramp of a mother of mine was snoring happily having been fucked and alcoholised into unconsciousness. What sucked for me was that she was wearing my chearleed top scrunched above her boobs. I’m a 32DDD, but Momma was a 36G… that top was ruined to shit, with cum and beer stains on it.

We collapsed on the couch and I poked at Momma with my foot to wake her up. We fished a beer out the nearby cooler and drank in silence. Okay, Hope got behind Momma and ate the cum dripping out her first, but then she joined us on the couch for silent grumbly musings.

Fortunately there was only a few weeks left in the school year, but those weeks sucked and sucked bad.

Every Friday after school we got our asses wrecked by the Nazi Bitch with Old Tyrone and Mr Halston doing the facefucking. We’d stagger back home, but then we’d be no good for sex like our adventures usually were on a Friday. And god knows there was no anal until Monday because of that anal molestation. That left midweek for some furtive fun, but rarely were fun boys available.

We were pissed off at the guys fucking Momma and not waiting for us, so we punished them by not giving them a last party before the big game at the end of the year. Which we then naturally lost.

The following last weekend of school was my 17th birthday, and Momma had already picked out 6 guys to service me. But come the night in question my period struck with a vengance.

In short a shitty end to an otherwise great school year

I had the summer to come to look forward to, three months away from the Nazi Bitch, no more cheerleading practise, no more homework

And I had two great best friends now

I planned to get even with Nazi Bitch one day, but at least I could take some time off for me again

I guess I’ll have to tell you about my 17th summer, but this is a good place to end this part of the story

END OF FAITH, HOPE, AND CHARITY