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Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

Marcus watched her as she slowly removed her clothing, It was something he truly enjoyed the first unveiling of his victims bodies. It was like Christmas as a child when you tore through the wrapping paper and discovered the one toy you truly wanted.

Naked she stood before she used her arms and hands to cover herself, trying to preserve a modicum of modesty. He smiled and tapped her thigh with the crop “Wider” he said as he stood and slowly circled her, allowing his hand to trail across her naked flesh.

As he stepped back in front of her he flicked the crop, swatting at her arms “Arms by your side” he insisted as he stared into her eyes, challenging her to defy him.
 
Brooke watched him closely as she tried to cover her body up. Shaking she felt the crop on her thigh and did as he said, she moved her feet slightly, to spread her legs. Little goosebumps rose on her skin with his touch, her eyes closed to hide the fear, hate and denial that would show in them if they were open.

Jumping from the swat of the crop, she slowly lowered her arms until they were by her side. Her eyes remained shut as she shook, her nipples hard with fear, and from being cold.
 
Marcus licked his lips as she lowered her arms, she was exquisite. Her breasts were perfect, nether to large or to small, they stood proudly upon her chest with not even a hint of sagging, glancing down he gazed longingly at her pussy, the outer lips parted slightly as she stood with her legs spread for his inspection.

Reaching out he ran his hand over her breast, squeezing it crudely “You should fetch me a nice price when it comes time to sell you” he whispered as his hand headed south, a single finger slide between her outer lips, and probed her dry sex. Locating the entrance he gingerly pushed a finger inside, feeling it rasp along the dry lining of her passage.

He paused for a second before thrusting his finger deeper “Well your no virgin anyway” he said as he pumped his finger in and out of her a few times “How many guys have you had between your legs slut”. he asked as he withdrew his finger and stepped behind her once again.
 
Brooke stood there wincing from the amount of weight she had to put on her ankle. She turned her head away from him when he began touching her. She shivered because of him and inhaled a shaky breath, she had no clue what to do, nor what to say so, she stood there.

Brook's eyes closed tightly, as if it would make this all vanish. She knew it wouldn't a gasp came from her when he thrust his finger deeper. Her body doubled over itself in a way before she stood straight ignoring the pain in her ankle, knowing she had to remain strong...somehow. "Two." she said softly.
 
Despite the fact Marcus was behind her he nodded and leaned in close whispering in her ear “That’s good, At least you have some idea of what’s going to happen to you soon” his hands continued to caress her skin, rubbing over the tender abused flesh of her butt. “Of course I ain’t no high school kid, I’m not going to blow my wad in a few seconds”

His hands crudely groped at her ass, squeezing her tender buttocks between his fingers “And what about back here” He asked as a single finger pressed against the tight puckered entrance to her ass “Did either of those two studs fuck your back door or is this sweet little ass still virgin”.
 
Standing there she stared at the wall, her body still trembled under his touch. When his reached her butt she closed her eyes to keep from wincing.Yes it hurt, and stung, but she didn't want to admit her pain to him. Didn't want him to get an adrenaline rush off of her fear and pain. Brooke bit her bottom lip opening her eyes, she knew that there must be a way out of there before she gets corrupted and wants this more and more. That was the last thing she wanted was to want this even more. Inhaling slowly she calmed her body down as much as she could under the given circumstances. "No. Neither of them did."
 
“Excellent” he said as he turned away and walked to the cabinet against the wall, Pulling open the door he searched through the contents before finally returning to her side, He throw two black leather cuffs at her feet “Put those on” he demanded as he once again walked away from her. She heard the clink as he turned a winch, and she could see a chain descending from the ceiling.

He turned to face her “Hurry up and put those on, then get your ass over here, it’s time to finish your punishment”. He smiled “or had did you think I had forgotten about that, I am still due you some strokes”.
 
Brooke watched him closely then jerked slightly when the cuffs landed at her feet. Bending down she picked them up placing one cuff on one wrist the other cuff on her other wrist. She looked at him then walked over to him, limping slightly the whole way. As soon as she stood in front of him she just watched, she didn't want to be lashed or whipped or whatever it was again. She eyed him closely. Wondering what he had planned for her. Other then the rest of the strokes as he called them.
 
Marcus waited impatiently as Brooke hobbled over to where he stood, Grabbing the end of the chain he opened the clasp and took hold of her wrist, In a blink of and eye he attached the leather cuff to the chain and pulled on her other wrist and repeated the process.

Turning back to the winch, he turned it slowly taking up the slack on the chain. Soon it began to pull on her wrists raising her arms higher and higher. He watched her a smile on his face as he continued to turn the winch until she was suspended from the ceiling, The tip of her big toe was just barely able to touch the ground.

Stepping in front of her he smiled “Since you chose to run instead of facing your remaining punishment, I have decided to forgo the crop and move straight onto he cane” he said as he walked over to the wall and lifted the heavy cane from its hook, flexing it a couple of times before flicking it and smiling as he listened to it cut trough the air “And there is no need to count this time, I won’t be stopping until I think you have had enough”.
 
Brooke's eyes followed him, then she realized what was happening she whimpered wrenching at the chain she tried to get free, this couldn't actually be happening...this had to be a joke...a sick cruel joke but a joke all the same. She cried out when she was being lifted, when he finally stopped turning the winch she squirmed slightly she could feel the ground somewhat under her and whimpered. She looked at him when he stepped in front of her she then watched him get the cane. "Oh god. NO please. Don't!"
 
Marcus looked at her with cold eyes as he flexed the cane once more before stepping behind her, He stood silently behind her for what must have felt like an eternity, letting the tension build. He watched with amusement as she struggled to keep her toes in contact with the ground. He knew her shoulders would be burning with he strain of supporting her weight.

Finally he drew back the cane and struck, the only warning she got was the sound as it cut through the air, It struck heavily on her already tortured ass, rekindling the agony of earlier. Even though her ass was already red from before he could clearly see where the cane had struck as he pulled it away and flicked it back preparing for the second blow.
 
Brooke's arms felt like they would ripe out of their sockets, her body was already beaded with perspiration as she hung there struggling to keep her shoulders from popping. She tilted her head up to stare at the chain that held her in the air. She heard the cane cutting through the air and closed her eyes, but even closing her eyes had done nothing to help her from the immense pain. A scream that would wake the dead tore through the basement as she lowered her head letting her tears fall to the ground.
 
A smile of satisfaction spread across Marcus’s face as she screamed. It wasn’t like before, this scream was one of true unadulterated pain. That was why he loved the cane. Brooke was still screaming from the first strike when he delivered the second and the third. After that hew stopped counting, he just lashed away time and again until he could no longer lift his arm.

Panting heavily he slowly retuned to his place in front of her, gripping her bowed head he tilted it back until she was forced to look at him “That is just a taste of what you shall receive if you try to escape again” he growled as he let her head slump back down.

Dropping the cane onto the bed he paced to the foot of the stairs, “I’ll give you some time to think about it” he said as he flicked the switch leaving the basement in darkness, His footsteps echoed as he climbed the stairs, and then he was gone, the only sound Brooke could hear was that of her own sobbing and ragged breath.
 
She couldn't believe this was happening, her mind couldn't wrap around the concept of it. She had thought she'd only be here for an hour at most. Now... she didn't know if she would ever get home. Still sobbing she let her tears fall down her cheeks dropping to the floor, closing her eyes she tried to ignore the pain. Whimpering she looked up slowly wishing he had of at least let her down instead of keeping her here. Swallowing Brooke sighed, there really wasn't a point in fighting anymore. No point in trying to escape. She wasn't leaving...not for a while at least.
 
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