TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 21 - digital examination
Susie struggled and squirmed and screamed at the unwelcome invasion of
her body, but the straps held her firmly in place, and her vaginal muscles
were unable, of course, to keep the intruding finger out. As for her screams . . .
"Cut down the noise, cunt!" the matron barked. "I love the music, but
it's far too loud for this small room. Besides," she added ominously,
"you want to save your voice for the benefit of the customers. After
all, that's what they're paying for. Well, part of it, anyway."
At a reminder from the Crushers, Susie's screams subsided to a whimper.
"Nice and tight," the matron murmured. Does she know what to do with it, Angie?"
"Well," Angie smirked, "I don't know first hand, of course. All I can
say from personal experience is that her tongue is really something
else. But I have heard the fellows say that she's a lousy fuck," she
added. "If it hadn't been for the fact that she hates it so much --
and demonstrates that fact so prettily -- I think that they would have
got tired of her long ago."
"No matter," gloated the matron. "We can teach her the proper techniques
in no time at all." Her finger moved on to Susie's asshole. "Now there's
what I'd call tight!" she exclaimed in admiration. "Is her brownie
cherry, by any chance?"
Susie was practically dying of embarrassment, the way these two harpies
were talking about her so intimately, just as if she weren't there at
all. "No," said Angie. "You-know-who has been banging her asshole every
Saturday for the last couple of weeks. He doesn't want her to know who
he is," she went on, in a conspiratorial tone.
The matron laughed uproariously. "The old Masked Rapist bit, hey? I bet
it makes life interesting for little Susie, wondering every time she
meets a man whether he's her Secret Lover."
"I'm not surprised that her hole is so tight, in that case," she
continued."He doesn't have hardly anything to poke a girl with, anyway.
But don't worry, we can stretch it a little, right along while we teach
her how to fuck with it."
"Can I watch while you do that?" Angie asked.. "Maybe I could pick up a
few pointers myself."
The matron chuckled. "Sure thing, baby. If you want, we can even set up
a training session for you . If you really co-operate, and with a body
like yours, you could easily become the best fuck in the county. Except
maybe for Susie," she added as an afterthought. "Maybe you'd even like to
work for us?" she added hopefully.
Angie thought it over. "It just might be fun," she admitted. "But I'd
have to be allowed to pick my own customers, and to say just how far
they'd be permitted to go."
"Maybe," the big woman grunted. "You'd have to be careful that the
other girls didn't learn about your independence, though. It would be
bad for morale -- both theirs and yours. They'd really make life Hell
for you if they thought you were a fink. And the Johns would have to
think that they had free rein. Maybe we could work it out, though.
"But meanwhile, let's get little Susie calibrated."
"Calibrated?" Angie echoed. "That sounds awfully scientific. What does
it mean in ordinary English?"
"Very simple," the matron replied in an offhand tone. "We're going to
find out how much pain our little treasure can take before she passes out."
