They each took the paddle and spanked me with it, their blows of varying strength depending on whose turn it was.
With Ingrid, I could tell, she struck my bare ass just hard enough to sting, but not so hard that it particularly hurt. In fact, her lightweight blows, almost more playful than vicious, seemed to be exciting me to even greater heights of arousal, especially when, to my complete surprise, she reached between my legs and inserted two fingers into my cunt from behind. She pushed them all the way in, probing deeply.
“Ohhh!” I breathed at the sensation, pushing my bare ass back at her with the latitude of movement I had. “God, yes, fingerfuck me until I come!”
She then began paddling me with one hand while she fingered me with her other, soon having three of her small fingers deeply in my cunt. The ridge of her smooth knuckles pressed into my tight opening repeatedly until, expanding my slick hole gradually, she finally managed to insert all four fingers of her small hand.
“Oh, God!” I moaned shakily, when her knuckles slipped inside. “Keep doing that! Don't stop!”
I was so wet, Ingrid's four fingers and her knuckles in my pussy made a soft sucking sound with every in- and-out move she made. My God, she was fucking me with almost her whole hand.
“That feels so good,” I crooned, shuddering. “I'm loving it! Ohhh God! Keep doing that!”
But, with a little laugh, Ingrid suddenly was gone, replaced by Carol. The big blonde took the paddle from the little redheaded girl and began paddling me for real.
“Oww!” I suddenly cried out, repeatedly, squirming my ass in every way. “It hurts, it hurts! It stings so much!”
And then, shockingly, Carol finally paddled me so hard I actually shuddered and wet myself, peeing just the slightest amount on the bed, but peeing nonetheless. I was mortified.
“God, she pissed!” Carol laughed. “I knew it!”
But then, even more to my surprise, the tall girl fastened her mouth on my cunt from behind, my paddling forgotten. She licked into me, lapping deeply into my slick pussy with her probing tongue, making slippery little noises all the while with her mouth.
After several highly pleasurable moments later, she then licked her way straight up to my asshole.
Once at that hot little 'backdoor' of mine, she kept her face pressed warmly between my cheeks and licked deeply into my asshole. And a moment after that, as Ingrid had done, she inserted three fingers into my cunt and began rapidly pumping them in and out from behind.
“Oh God!” I groaned into my silken gag, tasting the fabric of it. “I'm coming, I'm coming! Uhhh!”
And it was true-an orgasm of tremendous proportions shook me to the core, my entire body alive with it. I squirmed and strained against the silken ties holding me, my cunt so alive I could feel my juices running freely from between my legs. A little river of it was flowing down my bare thighs.
“Get out of the way!” I heard Velda suddenly tell Carol.
She roughly pulled the other blonde girl away from me, Carol's hot mouth sliding away from between the cheeks of my butt as her hot tongue slid out of my throbbing asshole.
A moment later, I felt the head of the vibrating dildo Velda wore sliding into the slippery lips of my pulsing cunt, my climax still racing through my crotch as she pushed the thing all the way into me with a single thrust.
“It went in so easy!” Velda marveled, clearly expecting far more resistance. “It went right in!”
“Ohh, my God!” I had to gasp. “Fuck me with it! Please!”
The vibrating sensations filled my underage pussy so strongly I was soon panting for breath. Within seconds, she turned the vibrator to 'high' and began really fucking me, gripping my narrow bare hips with both hands and driving the dildo into me.
“Oh, yes, fuck me with it,” I begged her. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
And Miss Hellview's niece did exactly that. She rammed the vibrating bumpy dildo into me without letup, her pistoning strokes long and hard and relentless.
“God, I really love it” I moaned into the gag. “Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can! Deeper, fuck me deeper!”
And I suddenly had another orgasm, the relentless fucking I was getting from Miss Hellview's blonde niece so exciting that I came again.
And again, and again…
CHAPTER 9
It was just after 11:00 p.m. when Velda and her 8th-grade cohorts in crime dressed me again as if I was a helpless little doll. They handed me back my purse and suitcase and took me up another flight of stairs to the top floor.
“I was supposed to get a uniform,” I suddenly remembered. “That's what Miss Hellview said.”
“Tough,” Carol told me, pushing me along. “We forgot and it's late.”
When we were near the end of a long hallway, they pushed me into the room I'd be living in during my stay at Miss Hellview's Private School For Girls.
“Not a word to my aunt,” Velda warned, a mean look on her face. “If you talk, you die.”
But then she grabbed my arms, held me in place and kissed me fully on the mouth, a long kiss, her tongue even darting in against mine for a brief moment before she roughly pushed me away.
Then the three of them disappeared back down the hall.
I stood in the darkness of my new room, admittedly scared and more than a little shaken by my recent experience with the three 14-year-old bullies. The door was still open behind me and I tried seeing into the room using only the dim lighting from the hall shining in.
I couldn't see much. But then someone turned on a nightstand light.
“Are you Emily, the new girl?” a pretty girl I soon learned was named Maryanne asked, sitting up in bed. She was young like me, about 10 or 11 years old, with dark hair that was cut fairly short. “That's your bed over there, on the end.”
I nodded my thanks with a nervous little smile. I felt numb and was suddenly grateful for any human kindness.
It was a nice enough room, I saw, one of the dormer rooms on the very top floor, beautifully and subtly wallpapered in shades of mauve. There were three beds arranged with bright oval loop rugs between them, and three dressers and three nightstands, each with a multi-colored Tiffany-like lamp. There was also a small antique- type desk with a green-shaded desk lamp against one wall.
I also saw that my other new roommate, an even younger girl who seemed to be only 8 or 9, was sharing Maryanne's bed. As I stood there, still unmoving, the littler girl sat up as well and pointed behind me. “Close the door and come on in.”
This was Pamela, who turned out to be a weirdly smart and mature 8-year-old, a skinny 3rd-grader with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. From what I could see, with the sheet partly covering her, she was bare-assed naked. It was also obvious what she and Maryanne had been up to, especially since Pamela's young chin was still shiny with the older girl's wetness.
And both girls seemed wide awake, even though I'd assumed my new roommates would be sound asleep at that late hour. The younger girl, absently wiping at her cheek with one hand, quickly dispelled that notion.
“We've been waiting to meet you,” Pamela said. “Were you kidnapped by Velda on your way up here?”
I closed the door behind me and went to my assigned bed, pretending to see nothing. To know nothing. Tossing my suitcase and purse onto my new bed, I nodded tightly.
“Velda and her two friends. It was like I disappeared for three hours and no one even noticed.”
Maryanne, the brunette, hopped out of bed and came over to me. She was in a skimpy little shorty nightgown without panties, her youthful nakedness (she was totally flat-chested, her tiny pink nipples mere dots!) apparent through the sheer fabric when she walked in front of the light.
After my recent sexual experience, which got me more aroused than I was willing to admit, I found myself looking at the small hairless slit between her legs, but then self-consciously looked away. If she noticed, she made
