Hercules Poke
Quoddam pulchritudinis verpa
An
Erect Penis Is A Thing Of Beauty read the Latin logo, although
obviously this was in the eye of the beholder. He knocked on the door,
and waited politely. “Entarrrr,” a villain’s voice called out. He
shivered automatically, since Poke Her had the intonation exactly right,
and opened the door. He padded inside to see his firm friend standing
starkers with a seriously striped seat.
“Greetings
to a similarly starkers Shagger,” said Lesley Elizabeth Leighton, “you
really should have been in Cully’s dorm last year, since you’re both
equally exhibitionistic….” as he’d often been told, “….however, he’s
explained what’s happening. I suppose I shouldn’t be at all surprised to
discover you’ve been responsible for this latest round of sightings.
Rest assured the secret’s safe….until such time as Sukey’s outed. As you
can clearly see, I’ve just given him some stick. It was dozen due, in
respect of both our cunt currencies. This not-so innocent young Lady has
kindly confirmed how it’s done with succubus stunts. Have you taken
your medicine….or do you want the whacks?” He shook his head, “They’ve
already been applied, Lesley,” he confirmed, “since my junior fag did
the deed….” she stared at him with suspicion, “….I taught Miss Kelly how
to wield the weapon, in order for her to dish the discipline during the
Wanko! Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes….” she nodded, wryly, “….we
shouldn’t have too long to wait, since Chloral Hydrate works very
quickly. Do I assume she’s arrived, changed, and is away....?” she
nodded,
“She’d
make a VERY Happy Hooker, Shagger,” she agreed, “should she fail her
O-Levels, and need an alternative career path….” his view precisely,
“….you’re welcome to watch with us if you wish,” he continued, “but do
stand by the door. It’s in case the stooge awakens, since we wouldn’t
want him to have any memories of more people in the room….” he turned
towards Tarka Susannah Boughs, “….you’re looking unearthly and
ethereally unreal, as always.” She smiled slightly, and the soft silky
sequined material twinkled tantalizingly. “Whilst we’re waiting,
Shagger,” said Lesley Elizabeth Leighton, “there’s one more thing.
Interesting enough, Rick The Prick turned up on my doorstep yesterday
afternoon. It was utterly unexpected, and I’ll tell you what happened.”
She
was sitting in her study….studying, since it was her first A-Level exam
on Monday morning. There was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” she
called out, and a naked Richard Sharp padded inside. He took two steps
forward, and knelt down in the Position For Penance with his arms
outstretched. As ever, it was one well-worthy of worship. She stood and
stared down at him.
“Whatever
do you want, Richard?” she asked haughtily, hands on hips. “Please,
Ma’am,” he said humbly, “I was playing In The Pink this morning….”
really? She’d never known him do such a thing, “….in your old dorm, with
The Six Bi Babes….”
what the FUCK? “….together with my dearest Domme….” who? “….the former
Grizzle Guts….” good grief, “….we’re now an item….” unbelievable, and
good for him….but so what? “….I suppose I’ve sodding Shagger to thank….”
an ingrate, as always, “….since without his sodding Schoolday Sojourns
pointing out the errors of my ways, I wouldn’t have been put onto a path
which led to a reconciliation with the love of my life. I was pleasing
Very Nice’s pussy….” Verity Gneiss….but was this really Rick The Prick?
“….on bed A, and remembered how it had once been yours….” as dorm
captain, “….and was suddenly overcome with feelings of guilt. I got to
thinking about how rough it is when there’s an unrequited attraction….”
which had indeed been the situation in her case.
She’d
fancied him furiously, but he hadn’t been at all interested, “….it
occurred to me I’d treated you really badly when we were Boys and Babes
In Blue. You were one of The Bitches….” of dorm 5B, “….whilst I was one of the Wanker B♂ys….”
in 5W, “….I hope it was some small consolation when I was….well,
persecuted by Persecute….” Percival Coot, “….and received a straight
eighteen after Lesson 4 one afternoon….” all right, it had been a
little, but not a lot, “….I’d really like to make amends, so I’m
offering you the opportunity to do with me whatever you wish….”
honestly? “….you’re welcome to whip me or beat me, or give my gonads a
good going over. Or, if you still want to do as you told him I’d said….”
fuck my cute cunt as soon as possible when we’re prefects, if she
recalled her fabrication correctly? “….I’m now highly happy to help.”
She
shivered, her emotions suddenly all over the place. “Richard,” she
said, “this is so sudden. I’ll certainly take up all your kind
offers….one way or another. Although I’d like to get my exams out of the
way first, so could you write yourself into my Shaft Sheet….” she
gestured towards the clip board hanging on the back of the study door,
“….say, sometime a couple of weeks hence….?” she bent forward, held her
hand under his chin, raised it up….and then put a finger across his
lips, “….arise, and hug me hard. I’ve always enjoyed Clothed Female
naked male fantasies, especially when it’s a Dominant dolt doing it.
Somehow they seem to seethe so satisfactorily….” he did so, and his
shaft strained, “….kiss me hard, and then leave me be, since I’ve work
to do….Mmmm,” she moaned, as several celestial cymbals sounded.
Finally,
they separated….SMACKK “…Oww,” he gasped as she smacked his seat,
“Begone, bad boy,” she said, “before my willpower fails completely.” Or
more likely it would be her won’t power. He padded across to the clip
board, picked up the pen, and made an entry several sheets down. Then he
mouthed her a kiss, and silently left the room. She resumed her seat,
and glanced up at the wall clock. Heavens, the kiss had lasted almost
ten minutes, and she’d never noticed. Tempus Fugit,
or Times Flies….but normally only when one was having fun. So she’d
still never have his hand, but now at least she could have his hiney.
She’d always fancied his fanny….to feel it and to flog it, and now she could fuck it for him with a derrière
dildo. After all, he’d offered her every facility, just as she wished.
As a special treat, she’d let him loose on her cute cunt….after he’d
pleased it properly. She’d heard how he now offered Shagger’s Missus
oral appreciation, so at least he’d learned something. Dammit….all this
daydreaming wasn’t helping her revision. Never mind, it was something
with which to look forward, an impossible dream about to be realized.
Though a small thank you to sodding Shagger might be in order, too?
“Herewith,”
she said, giving him a quick kiss, whilst Touching Up Tushes….SMACKK
“…..Oww,” he gasped. As ever, such indignities were perfectly proper.
Fondling fellas’ fannies was a free felony for floozies, plus petting
and patting posteriors in public. “You’re the only person from whom I’ve
taken it up the arse, Lesley,” he replied, “since I’m not basically a
bi boy….although as you know, I do have light leftward leanings. But
you’re right about Richard no longer being quite so much of an obvious
oralophobe. I daresay my dearest Domme’s made her requirements pretty
plain in this respect. But thank you for sharing….and could I suggest
everyone here treats this all with the utmost discretion? Rick The
Prick’s made massive strides forward recently, and it would be a shame
to bring it all crashing down.” There were several nods. “Do you think
he’d appreciate it if I were to suggest a screw, Shagger?” asked Tarka
Susanna Boughs?” He smiled. “Yes,” he replied, “since I understand his
Date Diary is pretty poorly populated. Though there’s no need to mention
anything about the succubus at this stage.”
Then
there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” called out Hercules Poke. It
opened, and Kelly Morgan stepped inside. She was wearing the Happy
Hooker hosiery, starting with a crimson-coloured miniskirt so short it
was decent by only half an inch. His shaft strained slightly whilst he
drank in the matching fishnet tights, jacket and boots with stiletto
high heels. A studded collar, plus much mascara and lipstick completed
the picture of a sexy Siren out to pull in the punters. “Good evening
again, Ma’am….” she said politely, pointedly omitting any salutation for
the two Cunt Casanovas, “….the baby’s asleep, and I can see Sukey’s
ready to roll….” she stared at their straining shafts, “….thank you for
offering me my reward….Cully. I’m looking forward to receiving it already, at any time after next 15th February, when Shagger and Relay have fucked me for the first time….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” they both gasped.
Then
she patted both penises, which promptly pulsed, “….I’ll be pleased
to….well, see you soon.” Or screw you, of which there wasn’t much doubt.
“Two uniforms I don’t recall ever being invited to wear at such tender
ages,” said Late Lezzie Lizzie, “but I suppose it was my own fault for
failing to move in the right circles.” Possibly so. “Where are your
brown clothes, Kelly?” he asked. “In a bag by the door, Sir,” she
replied. “Then let’s go,” he said, “after the dirty deed’s duly done, I
and Cully will do the wake-up calls. Which is where we streak silently
along the corridor, banging on doors, and then duly disappear, whilst
Lizzie will wait in Cully’s study. Kelly will accompany Sukey, since
she’ll show her what to do….” he paused, “….is everyone clear….?” there
were several neat nods, “….let battle commence.” He padded to the door,
opened it gingerly, and peered out. It was empty, so he waved his troops
forward, and they crept along the corridor.
Lionel Disraeli-Greys
Nihil discere possis sine dexteritate
“Would
anyone care to help with the translation of the logo?” he asked, as
Hercules Poke smiled slightly. “It’s Without Tact You Can Learn Nothing,
Sir,” said Take A Bow, who he recalled was a Latin Lass. “It’s actually
a historical allusion, Shagger,” explained Poke Her, knowledgably,
“going all the way back to his near namesake of the Victorian Prime
Minister, Benjamin Disraeli. It’s nice to have a modest practical
benefit out of my A-Level syllabus. But it’s such a shame he doesn’t
seem to have taken any notice of it….” he shrugged, “….however this
evening may help.”
He
pushed the door open as he spoke, and stood aside to let the lovely
Lasses file inside first. Then they followed the floozies, and sure
enough, Lying Disgrace was flat out on the floor. “Good work, Kelly,” he
said, “I won’t say your reward will be in heaven, since hopefully it’ll
happen much sooner. But I fear your conduct suggests D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R
for any aspiring ne’er-do-wells….which definitely spells disaster….”
what wit, “….debag him first of all folks, since he should be stripped
for his succubus screw.”
Three
pairs of hands fell upon him, and within seconds he was starkers. All
items had been neatly folded to the floor, but obviously they’d all had
impeccable tidiness completely caned into them. He picked up the pile,
and transferred it to the table. “Can you kindly help me with him onto
the bed….on a count of three, Cully?” he asked, putting his hands under
his shoulders. His Cunt Casanova colleague lifted the legs.
“One….two….HUP,” he said, and together they picked up their prefect
peer. He was still well away as they lowered him gently onto the bed.
“Excellent,” he said, spreading the legs, “we’ll all stand well out of
the way from now on….” he pursed his lips, “….one final thing, Sukey.
Could you kindly weave into your narrative something about post-mortems
after exams being a bad idea?”
She
nodded silently, as she knelt between his legs. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” he moaned
as she tickled his tool, and they saw it start to stretch from the
stimulation. As soon as it was straining strongly, she shifted herself
so she was sitting in the Superior style. “Screw the sexy succubus,
Sir,” she whispered whilst she lowered her labial lips.
“Uhhh….Uhhh….UHHH,” he moaned as the primary pleasure centre of his
penis passed her pussy. “No more post-mortems after exams,” she
breathed. “But it’s fun, winding people up in this way,” he protested,
although he was still sound asleep. “Your sexy succubus says stop it,
Sir,” she whispered, “or next time she might take a burdizzo to your
balls.” He shivered. “Uhhh….NO….NO….Uhhh,” he moaned, “or….Uhhh….maybe
with just a….Uhhh….little light leverage….Uhhh.” So it was someone else
with a castration complex? “Spunk the sexy succubus and sleep, Sir,” she
whispered, “I expect a floozy could be found to fulfil your filthy
fantasy….” she turned and winked once, “….since the Bush Telegraph is
terribly telling.” Oops….given the girls grapevine, with its speed of
dissemination several times that of light. “Spurt inside the sexy
succubus, Sir,” she whispered. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “yes….OMG,
I’m spunking my succubus….yes….YESS….YESS.”
She
withdrew, and waited whilst his shaft softened. Then she stood slowly,
and took a tissue from his bedside cabinet. She stroked herself several
times, and then wiped his willy, leaving him with a wide smile. Then
still holding it, she padded quietly to the door, and they filed out
silently. He waved all three wanton wicked wenches away, and then he and
his peer-with-penis padded along to the Level 2 landing. They turned,
and looked down the corridor, and could just see the succubus standing
serenely in the distance. “I’ll do odds, Cully,” he said, “you do evens
up to twelve, since we both need to make our getaways before anyone
emerges.” Hercules Poke gave him the thumbs up. Then they were
off….THUMPP, he went on the first study door. He overtook Hercules Poke
on the second….THUMPP went the third.
Seconds
later, they streaked silently towards their respective destinations.
His prefect peer vanished into his own study, and he continued to the
very end of the corridor. Kelly Morgan was holding the broom cupboard
door ajar, and he hurried inside. Together they saw the spectre
cavorting and gesticulating in fetching fashion for a few more seconds,
and then it too joined them. “Thank you so much, Sukey,” he said, “we’ve
given this succubus three good goes, but sooner or later someone will
twig, and then the secret’s out….except for these broom cupboards, about
which kindly continue to keep quiet, for future generations’ fun….”
SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he added.
“Here’s
your Yale key, Shagger,” she said, “I’ll stay hidden until the heat
dies down, before venturing back outside to Poke Her’s study….” she
kissed him gently. What was it with lovely Ladies, he wondered whilst
she too touched up his tush? In reverse circumstances, their Liberation
Lobby would be baying for blood, “….until next time.” Kelly Morgan
stared at him. “Where do we go from here, Shagger?” she asked. “Follow
me,” he replied, as he retreated to the back of the cupboard. “So it’s a
sodding secret staircase,” she said as soon as she saw the spiral stone
steps, “four sodding years I’ve been at this sodding school, and I
never knew these existed….” the same standard sentiment, “….you can go
first, and then I can feel your fanny freely. Everyone else seems to be
doing so of late, and I don’t see why I should be left out.”
He
shrugged, and started up the steps. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she
stroked his stripes, those which she herself had placed there earlier.
“Why is it fine for floozies to feel fellas’ fannies,” he opined,
“whereas we’re flogged?” She sniggered softly. “I know it’s not fair,”
she said, “which is why there’s the unwritten rule. However, going round
these steps rather puts me in mind of Ring A Roses….where I’ve penned a
few alternative lyrics. It’s something I sing under the shower at
home….and in your study, when you’re well out of the way….” he hadn’t
known, however this was the principal purpose of Hot Cross Bums. They
were to take care of uncovered crimes.
“….Kelly has a slut slit
Shagger’s going to screw it
In Out….UHH….UHH,
Cum my cunt.”
With
Master away, the fags they shall play. They reached Level 4, and she
slipped ahead of him. Now he focussed on the fetching fanny….and fancy
in front. She wiggled her waist enticingly, and took up the refrain
again.
“Shagger has a penis
One day I will wank it
har-der….UHH…UHH
Lots of spunk.”
This
wasn’t doing his heart rate any good. “I’m happy to have your hands on
my hiney, Shagger,” she said, “and give my groin a good grope while
you’re about it. I promise I won’t Shop you….although Rat’s going to be
in terrible trouble tomorrow with his castration
fantasy…..ohh….ohh….ohh….ohh….you really rude wretch….” so who was it
who’d asked whom? “….Uhhh….Uhhh….stroke my slit….Uhhh….Uhhh….are you
sure we can’t screw?” He stopped at once, before his straining shaft
removed all rational thought. “It’ll still have to be next February,
Kelly,” he confirmed, “but you can borrow a burdizzo for MY balls….so
long as you don’t quite close the jaws.” She turned around, impishly.
“It’s a deal,” she said, “I like the idea of a big boy begging for his
bollocks….so here’s another verse I’ve just thought up.
Shagger has some knackers
I have a burdizzo
AGHH….AGHH….UHH….UHH
One last spurt.”
Then
they reached Level 6, and the bulkhead lights duly illuminated in the
broom cupboard. “I do enjoy this CFnm business,” she said, taking hold
of his testicles, “it’s humbling, humiliation and tool teasing taken
together….” very perceptive, “….you always know when a bad boy likes
you….” true enough, “….and now you’re ready to be treated as an
old-fashioned fashioned motor car horn.” She stared into his eyes,
“UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum was squeezed, “BEEP BEEP,” he
added as the required response. “Thank you for those insights, Kelly,”
he said, after he’d been reluctantly released, “I’ve always thought
you’d make a good Happy Hooker….and I’ll admit I’m completely hooked….”
she smiled sweetly, “….I’ll leave you be, and you can change here. You
can open the door from the inside, and as you’ve seen, it closes
automatically. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself.”
She
nodded. “It’s been fun,” she said, “but best of all were the foretastes
of my filthy frolics to follow next February….” she mouthed him a kiss,
“….goodnight, Shagger….you’ve two floozies to fuck fondly.” He bent
forward….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped as he opened the
door slightly, and peered outside. All was clear, so he padded into the
corridor for the short steps to his study.
David Shagton
Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset
He
opened the door to discover both beautiful Bimbos entwined together on
the bed, humping hard. “What is the meaning of this, darling….?” he
demanded as he padded towards them. It was easy to fall effortlessly
into the role-play scenario of the wronged spouse which they
effortlessly enjoyed together, “….it only needs me to go away for an
hour. Yet when I return, I find you’re fucking a fetching floozy. Have
you no shame?” Shirley Greene stopped screwing. “I’m so sorry, darling,”
she said as they both arose, “we became a bit bored whilst waiting for
you. So we started with I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours, and one
thing….well, led to another, as you can see. However the good news is
both our twats are totally turned on, so you won’t need to worry
yourself unduly with getting us going.”
He
nodded. “All right, darling,” he said, “I’m suppose I’m glad you’ve
both been getting to know each other better. Would you like me to wait a
while, whilst watching and wanking worthlessly? However I’m happy to be
considered your cuckold, and kept in fearful frustration as you
continue to cavort and copulate your cute cunts.” Shirley
Greene pointed towards the bed. “Generous gestures,” she said,
“however, we’d best get your Sex Thrashings done and dusted, so lie down
for your derrière discipline, darling. I’ll flog you first….”
she stood, and collected a cane….” you know my cunt currency well
enough.” He lay down as ordered.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEEEE...EEEEE..HEEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped,
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….SIX,
thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “I know I needed Six For Sex, darling.”
She smiled slightly, and passed the cane to the second Shirley. “I told
you mine earlier,” she said, “so here we go.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“OOO..HOOO….TWO, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“OWWW..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YAROOO..HOOO…..SIX….six
of the very best, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “hell….how my hit hiney
hurts.” There were two separate sniggers. “As it ought, bad boy, “she
said, “you should suffer for your sins, Shagger. It’s the whole point of
a Caning For Cunt.” He stared up at her. “This is my fourth flogging
today, Ma’am,” he said hopelessly. “Really, Shagger,” she said, “what
kind of an excuse is this? If you didn’t get so much cunt, you wouldn’t
have so much caning.” Somehow it seemed he wasn’t making much headway?
“But one of them was for the succubus,” he reminded her, “when I had the
cane without the cunt.” She shrugged. “It’s still your own silly fault,
Shagger,” she said, “after all, nobody’s forcing you to do such
stunts.” Perhaps this was fair comment?
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEEE..HAAA….”
he gasped, with the Wild West Words, as so favoured by Rick The Prick
on the occasions he’d heard him caned in class, “….EIGHT….a straight
eight, thank you, MA’AM. This varlet values a vapulation for the
violation of a virtuous vixen’s vulva.” The Green Goddess giggled. “He’s
showing off again, Shirley,” she said, “it’s a fella’s flogging for
fucking a fetching floozy’s fancy. Turn over darling, and I’ll apply a
dildo head harness. Then you can cum our cunts concurrently, whilst we
kiss, cuddle and cavort….” it was a similar set-up to several other
Bi-some threesomes he’d enjoyed in the past, and he always thrilled to
them.
He
waited whilst she strapped it over his head, and they both mounted the
bed….before mounting him, “….you can fuck him first. although it won’t
make much difference….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as her pussy was
penetrated by the phallus, and his head was suddenly surrounded by seat.
“Mmmm….Mmmm,” he moaned, “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….seven inches of circumcised
sin, Shagger,” he heard Surely Serious saying,
“….UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS….” she shouted, “give me the gun, and
let’s see some spunk, Shagger….UHHH….YESS….spunk me….YESS….” he was
falling over the edge, “….MMMM….MMMM….ESSS….ESSS….ohhh,” he added as her
pussy was withdrawn, and then he could see light again as The Green
Goddess raised her rear.
Then
they changed places, “Mmmm….Mmmm,” he moaned as she tickled his tool.
Now it was her turn, and Shirley Cirrus screwing the shaft. “UHHH….my
darling,” she moaned, “….fuck my
fancy….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS.” Once again he was
almost in the delicious darkness beneath a bum.
“UHHH….UHHH….UHHH....YESS,” moaned Surely Serious again and again,
clearly enjoying multiple orgasms. Then he could feel himself falling a
second time, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS….darling….” he spurted strongly
into the Green Goddess, “…..UHHH….YESS….darling,” she echoed.
They
seemed in no hurry to finish, and he strongly suspected they were
simply kissing each other whilst on sexual highs. Finally, he could see
light again, and the head harness was removed. “You….huhh….lovely Ladies
are most welcome to share my bed,” he said, “however….huhh….my morning
date will be arriving around four o’clock.” Shirley Greene nodded. “As
always, darling,” she agreed, “don’t get me wrong, I HAVE been most
grateful for this hard-wired slot all through the year. But there’s no
problem, since Shirley and I can slip away beforehand. The Temple has a
perfectly good bed….” in her study, “….where we should have time for
further fun and frolics before my fags arrive.”
The
look on Shirley Cirrus’ face was proof positive of the postulate
seemingly sound. Slowly, they slipped beneath the bedcovers. “Ahhh,” he
gasped as his raw rear reminded him of what a bad boy he’d been. Then
The Green Goddess switched off the bedside light. In the sudden
darkness, he held both bodies, one on each side. There was, he
reflected, a lot to be said for Bi-some threesomes. It was only a matter
of minutes later when a satisfied sleep claimed him.
Special
Agent Dave Granger was in grave danger. He’d been sent on a secret
spying mission, one which had gone horribly wrong. As a result, he’d
been captured by the Queen’s Guard, and held in jail for a twenty year
term without trial. Today was time for him to be sentenced….and the
omens weren’t good. Whilst he waited for the monarch to arrive, he
recalled her history. The dynasty dated from the Normans, when the
D’Arnpours had married into the de Luges. The eight foot tall Queen
Ouette had been on the throne for half a century, and was thus one of
the country’s….well, longest reigning monarchs. Ha bloody ha….but surely
this was all complete claptrap? Nevertheless the narrative of nonsense
continued unabated. She enjoyed travelling across the Solent, and had a
palace on the island. As a result, she was normally known as the Wight
Queen. Total trash, his brain insisted, but it continued unabated.
Similar to the Hapsburgs, the family was subject to an inherited mental
genetic deficiency….delusions, known as de Lugeons.
Could
this get any worse, as the regal figure entered the room with her
entourage? He bowed before the Birching Block, and she stared down at
him. “Hand ’oo har you, pray?” she asked, for some strange reason
speaking in the stilted style of PC Plod. It dropped every initial H,
but added them back where they weren’t wanted. “Please, Ma’am,” he
muttered, “My name is David Granger, of № 8 ACACIA AVENUE,
Letchhampton.” She sniffed slightly. “Hi believe you har a spy,” she
said, “hespecially one wot hengages hin Spyin’ Hup Skirts….” very witty,
but guilty as charged, “….strip ’im starkers….hand horf wiv ’is ’ead.”
His jaw dropped as the Guards fell upon him. Inevitably they were
wearing the Reformatory regalia. It was a seriously strict Mistress suit
which featured a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to
signify authority, some seamed stockings, black boots and matching
miniskirt.
Seconds
later, he was kneeling with his neck on the Block. It made a change
from having his knees on the step with his arse in the air. This was
where he’d been birched….with a once a week whacking all the way through
his sentence. “NO,” he shouted, “you’re not the Queen of Hearts….you’re
the White Queen.” Or something similar anyway, since his mental mire
was becoming worse by the second. Surely this was something written by
Lewis Carroll, with several of Alice’s Adventures? “You
know,” she said, suddenly speaking in ordinary English, “you’re quite
correct….” she shrugged, “….a shame about all those spies I’ve had
executed over the years. Still, such is life….or not. Anyway, as a
result, I shall commute your sentence slightly….” which was a relief,
“….Guards….stretch his scrotum. Then the Lord High Executioner can still
carry out a sentence of severance.” Very fucking funny….although this
was a pleasure which he’d fail in future. “Ahhh….AHHH,” he gasped whilst
he watched with sick fascination as a Guard did the deed. Another
locked her arm around his neck.
Surely
they were The Terror Twins? “Never mind, David,” said his former
fagmistress, “you can still please pussy. We’ll both be happy to take
your tongue to our twats. Then you can be our cuckold, and watch whilst
Relay screws us senseless.” He was certain someone had suggested such a
sordid scenario before. Hadn’t it been in a previous dream? Yes….at Snips Balls Barbers,
and by his Missus. She extracted a felt-tip pen from somewhere she
shouldn’t, and drew a thick black line all across his sensitive skin.
Then a hooded figure approached, holding a huge chopper. “I’ve spent all
the afternoon doing my Maths exam, and cutting logs with axes,” it said
wittily, in a thin metallic sing-song sounding sort of speech, which
suddenly seemed horribly familiar.
“NO,”
he shouted as the hood was removed, and he saw it was the Knackerobot
of his nightmares. The fearsome of fiction and folklore was always out
to get his gonads. “I’ve got them this time, darling,” it said, although
the voice seemed different. He cringed quietly, and surely it was The
Green Goddess gripping his gonads? His balls were on the Block, and the
blade was lowered to gauge the angles. “Here comes a candle to light up
the walls, here come a CHOPPER to chop off your BALLS,” she chanted,
using the St Sticks’ version of the nursery rhyme Oranges and Lemons, as it was raised….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as his scrotum was separated.
He
opened his eyes and found with real relief he was lying in bed, with
the two Shirleys smiling down at him. Surely Serious was holding his
metal footrule, which he’d been using earlier for graphs. Clearly, it
had found an alternative use as an imitation axe. However his prefect
peer was still stretching his scrotum. “One more chop for good measure,
Shirley?” she suggested, “now he’s with us properly….as opposed to
somewhere on the Isle of Wight.” So he’d been talking in his sleep
again….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he gasped, “me balls….me balls….ohh,” he
added as they were released.
“If
there was ever any doubt about your castration complex,” said Shirley
Greene, “it’s been duly dispelled, darling. I’m afraid Evil Elspeth
Easel was quite right all those years ago. I did tell you I’d got them
this time….” so he HAD heard her, and as always it had been woven into
the dream fabric. “Yes,” he agreed, “I admit it….along with around half
the human race.” Including Lying Disgrace, whose filthy fantasies were
about to be outed sometime today. “We’ll love you and leave you,” she
said, “since it’s half past three, and time we weren’t here. Obviously
we wouldn’t have woken you, however I daresay it was as well, since your
dream had reached the stage of being terminal to the testicles….” ably
assisted by their own efforts? “….we’ll slip away. After our tumble
together, Shirley can have breakfast with me before she goes….Mmmm,” she
added as she kissed him hard.
“Mmmm,”
he echoed as Shirley Cirrus did likewise. “Screw you soon, Shagger,”
she said, as she put on her Lee van Cleef cloak, “I won’t worry with
dressing.” She picked up her pile of clothes, and so did The Green
Goddess. “Nor me,” she said, “I’ll go as I am, since I’m afraid this
exhibitionism business is catching. In the old days, it was always a
punishment purgatory to be sentenced starkers. However of late, I’ve
decided it’s much more erotically entertaining.” His point precisely.
“Goodnight, Mesdemoiselles,” he said sleepily, “and enjoy your
session.” The Green Goddess winked once. “Screw you soon, darling,” she
said, “and I’ll let you have a transcript of your dream.” Then they
padded out of the study, whilst holding hands, and she kicked the door
closed. He switched off the bedside light again, whilst wondering
whether the Knackerobot would now leave him in peace?
Seconds
later it seemed, he felt his scrotum stretched a second time….THUNKK
“….AYEEEEE….” he gasped as his eyes flew open, and found his bedclothes
had gone, “….what the fuck are you doing here, Fi?” he added. “Which is
my intention, Shagger….” said Dr Fiona Allbright BA BSc MSc PhD sternly,
holding the metal footrule with her other hand, “….a very good morning
to you from The Isle of Wight Queen….” what? “….I think you need to take
a tap to the testicles for such an appallingly poor welcome. Where are
your manners, anyway?” Thwapp “….URGHHH….I’m so sorry….MA’AM….” he
shivered, once again with real relief how his scrotum hadn’t been
severed, “….how did you know….ohh,” he added as she released her hold,
and waved a sheet of paper at him.
“I
read this entertaining piece left pinned on your study door, Shagger,”
she said, “I assume The Green Goddess, since it’s signed Your Darling.
It appears to be a transcript of total tosh about another time of
testicle torment….SUCH a vivid imagination, and what wit….” thanks a
bunch, “….she, or someone else, marked out your gonads good for the
chop. There’s a line drawn across your scrotum in felt-tip pen….” to be
duly drafted into his dream, “….then I saw the footrule lying on your
bedside cabinet….” she sniggered softly, “….as you know, this sort of
scenario’s straight up my street….” she licked her lips, “….but in
answer to your original question, I’m your morning Madam. I daresay you
didn’t bother to check, since I know you often don’t….arrogant bastard.
It’s as well we were scheduled for your study rather than mine, or we’d
have been in trouble….or rather YOU would. As this is the last time in
the term I was able to source a slot for my slit, I’m making the most of
it….” she paused after this diatribe, “….shall we start off with your
Sex Thrashing….the one for MY cute cunt, I mean?” He rolled over onto
his back, and steeled himself for the inevitable as she collected a
cane. As he knew well, her currency was Six For Sex. “Most certainly,
Ma’am,” he muttered.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“ONE,
thank you, MA’AM,” he said woodenly, “I hear your latest succubus stunt
worked out well….” she said, clearly well aware of the subterfuge,
“….since it’s already all over the Bush Telegraph.” Not bad going, since
according to the clock it was only 4.18am.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“OOO….TWO
thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “It appears Lying Disgrace will need
to….well, lie low for a little,” she said wittily, “and who’d have
guessed he harboured such a castration complex? Still, I expect someone
will be happy to help, albeit not exactly fulfil his filthy fantasies.
It would serve the stupid sod right….and this before all the stuff about
the succubus is considered.” Indeed. “Despite her denials, Ma’am,” he
replied, “he’ll be mired in much mental misery. Did he poke The Pirate,
underage as she is? Or WAS it a succubus? His body can confirm having
spunked something soundly?” Anyway, his name would now go onto the list
of successful stooges, and good riddance to bad rubbish. “I assume she
somehow slipped some Chloral Hydrate into a drink, Shagger?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEEE….THREE
thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped. “Are you ready for your Physics practical
this morning?” she asked, as he made a mental wrench from fun fantasy
to grim reality.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
YEOWW….FOUR
thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “As well as I’m ever going to be, Ma’am,”
he replied, “but it’s not something for one can properly prepare.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YIKES….FIVE,
thank you, MA’AM.” She flexed the cane between her fingers. “Whatever
do you mean, Shagger?” she asked, “explain yourself in detail.” Sure
enough, it was going to be the standard studied sadism. “It’s my idea of
hell, Ma’am,” he explained, “when I go into the classroom, and the
invigilator hands me a bucket of water, a yardstick and a long length of
string. I open the examination paper and read the instructions. It’s to
use the materials supplied in order to devise a method of determining
the speed of light.”
She
giggled girlishly. “What wit,” she said, “but fortunately, you’ve a
fuck first. I shall screw you in the Superior style, the same as always
for your philandering father….” she pursed her lips, “….who sends his
best swishes for your A-Levels, since he was here yesterday evening….”
with another of his secret nocturnal visits? “….he would have told you
himself, but found you were fucking two floozies….which appeared to
include one of our Waitresses….” oops, “….as you know, I’m a joint owner
of The Stern Maiden….” indeed, “….Terrence too was terribly taken with Joan and Jillian,
and I strongly suspect he might even offer them jobs. They’ve good
qualifications, though not necessarily enough for teaching.” He nodded.
“I daresay they could take training, Ma’am,” he mused, “but meantime,
perhaps The Canteen could be made completely self-service? Since both
can wield the weapon, they could patrol the line-ups. Or perhaps there’s
the possibility of floggings for food in future….say Fridays, with a
once-a-week whacking by wanton wicked wenches?” She shrugged. “Another
year,” she agreed, “but for now, here’s the coup de grâce. I’ll
make it a good one, since it’ll be my last for a while. I’ve done my
level best for your Physics, Shagger. If you don’t get your grade A, I
shall be VERY annoyed….” so no pressure? “….at least you won’t need to
worry about sitting this exam, since it’s a practical….so you’ll be
standing instead.” Very droll.
SWISHHHHHHTHWACKKKKKKK
“YAROOOO….SIX….it
WAS a good one, MA’AM,” he gasped, “OOO….me bum. Thank you for my Sex
Thrashing, Ma’am. I know I needed it so much.” The Good Doctor smiled
slightly. “Turn over again, Shagger,” she said, “so my twat can take
your twitching tool.” He did so. “OOH,” she moaned, ever the OO girl,
“OOH….OOH….OOH….OOH….like father like son….OOH….OOH….OOH….OMG, I’m
cumming….you really rude wretch….” which suddenly seemed a standard
sentiment….SLAPP “….Ahhh,” once again, who was humping whom? He was
nothing more than a handy hump, and hardly an active partner,
“….yes….YESS….YESS.”
Slowly,
her eyes opened again. “I shall slap you soundly for such impertinence,
querying our respective roles….” clearly her apparent mind reading
skills were still working well….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “…..Ahhh….” SLAPP
“….Ahhh,” he gasped at a succession of stinging slaps, “….the same as
Georgie Boy, you like it strict and stern from disciplinary Dommes….”
yes, MA’AM, “….thank you for holding back, but now you can spunk me.”
She stared into his eyes. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, as he felt
himself falling over the edge, “YESS….YESS….YESS,” he moaned as he
spurted inside the slit called Fifi. Seven successive spurts later, she
lifted herself off him, and his soft shaft slipped out. Then she
collected the covers, slipping in between them herself. “I was up most
of the night, Shagger,” she said, “or rather your philandering father
was up me, so I could do with some more sleep.” Not a bad idea, as he
took her in his arms, and oblivion called.
“AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….”
he gasped, since it suddenly seemed to be open season on his
scrotum….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as it was sort of
pseudo-severed a third time. He opened his eyes to find his bedclothes
had gone again, and now it was his fags who were responsible for his
present plight. “Sorry, Shagger,” said Mitchell Mary Murphy, not
sounding at all so, as she continued to stretch him. “I enjoy the idea
of taking off a testicles,” said Kelly Morgan, still holding his
footrule. He wasn’t going to talk about the Reverend Carmen Jones’
Gonads Guillotine, since this would only give them more ideas. “Such a
vivid imagination, Shagger,” said Mitches, “we read the transcript of
your latest dream, since it had been left on your study table….”
wonderful, “….and we couldn’t resist giving your gonads a go. But don’t
worry, we’ll start work at once. Since you seem to have had a heavy
night, perhaps you’d like another short snooze, and Kelly will bring you
breakfast in bed.”
He
nodded, gratefully. “Having been so rudely awakened….ohh,” he added as
he was released, “I’ll graciously accept your kind offers. Presumably
The Good Doctor had duly departed by the time you arrived?” There were
two neat nods. “She was nowhere to be seen, Shagger,” said The Pirate,
covering him up again, “and by the way, the succubus stunt was certainly
successful. The Bush Telegraph is talking of nothing else this
morning.” Nice to know, as he eased himself back towards slumber.
Hopefully, he’d be spared Lying Disgrace’s aspirations and unwanted
assistance after his Physics practical? Gratefully, he closed his eyes.
To be continued……
