Chapter 25 "Thirty please."

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Dave was jolted awake from his slumber. His eyes were bleary from the night's sleep. He rubbed his eyes and then tried to focus on the noise that had woken him up. He looked Ann's side of the bed and the sheets had been thrown back in what must have been a mad panic for the bathroom.

"Are you alright honey?" Dave called. He heard more noises of his wife throwing up. Shortly afterwards the toilet was flushed, then the sounds of running water. Ann came into the room looking like death warmed up. She fell forward onto the bed.

"Oh gawd." she moaned.

Dave patted her on the head. "All part of being pregnant I'm afraid." Ann lifted her head and glared at her husband. Dave smiled.

"What would make you feel better?" he asked.

Ann thought for a moment. "How about the girls suffering the same as what I am?"

Dave straightened the bed covers a little, "Not possible with their new and improved hormones dear. You know that already. But maybe . hang on a sec." Ann watched as Dave got out of bed. He was completely naked and his morning glory was already looking for a cunt to fill. He disappeared down the hallway.

Ann could vaguely hear voices and then a shriek sounded. Ann smiled into the bed sheets. A minute later the girls and Dave came bounding into the room. They stood just inside the doorway.

Ann rolled over onto her side and looked up at Dave. She raised her eyebrows to her husband. He had a carton of milk. Ann knew that it was at least four days old. "Well?" she said.

"Choose." Dave flourished his hand towards Melissa and Sharon. The girls were a little confused but didn't like the idea of the carton of milk.

Ann made of show of thinking really hard, ". um . Melissa I think."

Dave turned and smiled at Melissa. "Okay you, come here." Melissa moved to stand in front of her father. Dave stared down at her nipples. Already they were erect. His cock reached out to his daughter's belly button.

"Okay, here is the choice. You can either drink this whole carton of milk." Melissa's face when pale. ". or you can suck my cock because I need to piss real bad."

Melissa swallowed hard. "Come on girl, quickly." Dave ordered.

Melissa stared into her father's eyes. "Cock."

Dave smiled baring all his teeth. "Good girl! Sharon . drink the milk."

Sharon took the carton of milk as Melissa dropped to her knees. Sharon opened the lid and the foul stench of old-milk flooded her senses. Melissa had taken Dave's cock into her mouth and was waiting for the inevitable rush of liquid.

Sharon took a long deep breath, put the carton to her mouth and up-ended it. Melissa also felt the first trickle of urine and started swallowing. Ann watched . and strangely enough, felt much better.

Problem was. Dave changed his mind.

"Jenny . Jenny! . JENNY!" yelled Mr Boggis. A few seconds later the door to the headmaster's office flew open and Mr Boggis stomped through it. He looked around and his mood was getting worse as Jenny was no where to be seen. He went to the hallway and yelled for the school's slave.

Immediately afterwards he heard noises from the corridor. Jenny's breasts were bouncing all over to the place as she skidded to a halt in front of the headmaster. She was puffing slightly.

"Well?!" he said. Jenny looked down at her feet. "Sorry Mr Boggis. I was in the toilet."

The headmaster smoothed his tie down. "That's it?"

"Yes Sir." Jenny said meekly.

"Well, what I've got for you can wait. Go and see John. Tell him you need 30 on the whipping stand."

Jenny's eyes looked at her feet. She then nodded her head, "Yes Sir."

After a bit of searching Jenny found John. She explained to him what the headmaster had ordered. John was a little unhappy that he was interrupted but Clarice welcomed the break. Currently Clarice's tits were tied to ropes in the ceiling. Her feet were still on the ground but she couldn't go very far. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were locked in a four foot spreader bar. John had only five 8 inch steel rods to go. He made sure they were blunt just to make Clarice suffer more as he shoved them through her already deep purpled coloured breasts.

John did a quick search on Clarice's tits and saw there wasn't a big enough area to plug the rest of the rods into. He piled the remaining needles into his hand, leaned over and grabbed the back of Clarice's thigh. Immediately her leg muscle went taut. He swung his arm and rammed the needles home. Clarice screamed as small trickles of blood rolled down her outside leg.

"Okay. Let's go." John took Jenny over to the whipping rings. "Get in."

Jenny pushed the top of her torso through the first ring. It was slightly lower than the second ring which she put her head into. John got a little impatient and pulled her hair. Jenny lost her balance and the ring hit her hard in the kidneys. John ignored her grunting and pulled her hands down. He tied them to a much smaller ring half way down the shaft.

"How many was it?" John asked as he went looking through the cupboards for the cane.

"Thirty please." Jenny said. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

A few seconds past and Jenny felt the first sting of the cane across the back of her thighs. She jumped forward which only strained her neck and bruised her shoulders. John swung again.

John swung for the seventh time. As Jenny jerked her buttocks away he asked, "What number is that slut?"

". um . I don't know Sir." Jenny admitted.

John whipped her vertically up her slit. Jenny gritted her teeth.

"That's for not knowing. Let's start again and you better keep track."

"Yes . " Whack! "Ahhh! . one, may I have another please?"

Whack!

30 minutes later Jenny carefully walked back into the headmaster's office. "Mr Boggis, I've been to see the head porter. Do you wish to examine my welts? . Sir."

"No thanks, just get me the file containing our land deeds." replied the headmaster without looking up. He did however catch a peek as Jenny limped out of the office.

He sucked on his pen for a second as heard the door open again as Jenny place the file on his desk. She turned and was just about to close the door when the headmaster called to her.

"Jenny, did I say thirty lashes?"

"Yes Sir."

"Make it sixty . you've got another thirty to go. Get to it."



Melissa fell back. She rubbed her breast where her father had kneed her to push her away. He watched as Sharon finished off the milk. He reveled in how her neck muscles tried to gag but her training from the school was excellent. She would drink almost anything, well . almost.

Sharon put the carton into the rubbish bin. She didn't question why her sister didn't have to drink her father's piss. She wouldn't dare.

"Okay Sharon, I want to fuck you up the ass so get over here."

Ann looked at the whole situation. She was as confused as her daughters to the change in Dave's orders. Sharon moved over and stood in front of her father's raging erection. She spread her legs a little and felt the tip of his cock just touching at her anus. She then bent over and put her hands on the bed for support.

Dave spat in his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He then inserted it quickly into Sharon. Sharon groaned, swallowed hard and then groaned again as Dad pushed further in. He shoved his cock all the way up to the hilt. He then put his hands on Sharon tits and mauled them.

Sharon felt stuck. She was impaled and couldn't even move properly. Then she felt a warm feeling inside her bowels. "Dad, you're using me as a toilet?"

Ann coughed and then started laughing. "That's my boy!"

Dave emptied his bladder and before he withdrew. "Right Shaz. I want you to keep the piss in there. Got it?"

Sharon nodded meekly, "Yes Dad." Dave pulled out and Sharon clenched her ass muscles. Melissa looked on and smiled.

"Okay Sharon, I want you to dance." Dave ordered.

"Dance?"

"Yes, dance, jiggle, whatever . and don't you spill a single drop."

Sharon started swinging her hips to some sort of music inside her head. She held tight onto her ass muscles. She was so preoccupied with not spilling the urine and dancing she hiccuped and burped at the same time. Sharon was the only one to get the smell of near rotten milk but it felt aweful. Her stomach groaned for relief. The milk was starting to react badly.

After a few more minutes Dave caught Melissa smirking. "Don't worry honey, I haven't forgotten about you." Melissa's face again went pale.

"Okay Shaz. Enough. Melissa. Lie down on the ground. Good. Hands under your bum. Good girl. Sharon, squat over Melissa. She needs to have a good drink."

Melissa looked over to Dave. "Daddy! Please no!"

Ann jumped off the bed. "You will do what you are fucking well told to do bitch. Now head down and open your gob. NOW!"

Melissa did, and screwed her eyes up tight for good measure. Sharon's ass got closer to Melissa's mouth. Then they met. Melissa could smell Sharon's anus very clearly. Sharon looked down, "Sorry Mel." and then released her splinter muscle.

Melissa's face was covered in urine and small dags of Sharon's bowels. As soon as Sharon had finished she immediately stood up and ran for the bath- room. Ann, Dave and Sharon could hear her throwing up. With the noises that Melissa was making Sharon too started getting worked up. Suddenly she threw her hand over her mouth and tore off after Melissa.

Dave went and sat beside Ann. "Feel better darling?"

Ann lay her head of his shoulder, "Much. Thank you my lover."