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Juicy Lucy 4

... ordered.

Lucy was confused, she didn’t understand what these people were doing there, she went to do up her blazer and hitch down her skirt.

“Stop!” He shouted, “stay as you are.”

“You see these two gentlemen,” the headmaster said, indicating the two board members. “Stand before them.”

She shuffled over to stand before them, still wondering what was going on. Both men were leering at her.

“Open your blazer,” the headmaster said.

“Oh god,” she whispered, then cried out as the headmasters hand struck her bottom with a vicious blow that made her stumble.

“Do as you’re told,” he said.

She stood upright and opened her blazer.

Both men stared at her tits, almost drooling with excitement.

“Can we feel them?” One of them asked.

“Of course,” the headmaster replied, “Lucy, step forward, let the gentlemen feel your tits.”

As she stepped forward and both men grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, she thought of the books she had read of how slave women in America had been put up for inspection before sale. She flinched as they squeezed hard.

“Now turn round,” the headmaster said.

Lucy was glad to end the mauling of her breasts so turned.

“Now spread your legs and bend over, touch your toes and stay there.”

Lucy could see no option other than to obey, she looked across at Miss Hughes in forlorn hope that she would intervene but the look on her form tutor’s face was one of pure evil, there would be no help there, and as ...

... for the Chaplain, he already had his hand inside his trousers and was obviously playing with himself.

She bent forward and immediately two pairs of hands began stroking her bottom, pinching her buttocks, then she felt fingers sliding between her legs.

“She’s ready Alan,” one of them said, “she so wet.”

“That’s why l call her Juicy Lucy,” he replied laughing.

“And you’ve already fucked her?” The same voice said.

“Oh yes, l have had that pleasure,” the headmaster replied.

“I’d like to fuck her now,” the voice said.

“Certainly,” the headmaster replied, “Lucy, come over here, bend over my desk and spread your legs.”

Lucy tried one last appeal, she looked at Miss Hughes. “Please Miss,” she begged, “please help me.”

“Do as you are told you little slut,” Miss Hughes replied, “we’ve all seen what you do with that dog, what filth you like, that picture of your face and body covered with his semen, you are a filthy slut and deserve all you get.”

“Do you see this,” the headmaster said.

She turned her head to look at him, he had his cock and balls hanging out of his trousers but the thing that bothered her was that he was holding a cane.

“You will do whatever these nice gentlemen desire, if you don’t you will be severely punished,” he said.

“Give her a taste headmaster,” Miss Hughes called out, Lucy turned to look at her and saw that she had her hand under her skirt.

Lucy sighed as she realised the position she was in, she was completely under the ...