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To Obey

Chapter 112 Lowe, Stu Lowe

To Obey 
by Fire-Bird. 

Chapter 112 "Lowe, Stu Lowe." 

John had always been an early riser. He was up before dawn doing some 
exercises and eating breakfast before any of the teachers woke, except for 
the Monks. They seemed to be early starters too but mostly involved in 
their meditation. 

John felt particularly good this morning. He had a great night's sleep and 
a good breakfast. He was ready to seize on the day by her hips and give it 
a good hard fucking. He was looking forward to seeing how his special 
students were doing this morning. 

Sue and Jane Henderson hadn't slept a wink or night. They didn't dare. 
They were both on their backs with their legs up between them. Balanced 
on top of feet was a large jar of hornets. The twins had to work together 
to keep the jar from falling and releasing the hornets. So far they had 
completed their task for over eight hours. Just to make things more 
interesting John left a number of candles on the girls' bodies. It was 
certainly interesting when the hot wax rolled along their skin but the 
girls didn't waver from their task. 

John burst in through the doorway and slammed the door behind him. But the 
girls ignored his intrusion keeping their eye on the jar. 

"Not bad sluts! Not fucking bad at all." said John. He leaned over and ran 
his finger up Jane's leg. She quivered but not enough to shake the jar. 

"Okay, you've had your fun." said John and took the jar off their feet. 

Jane and Sue gasped their relief. Their legs were so tired and achy. John 
shook the jar a few times and tried to spin it like a basketball. This 
really aggravated the hornets. Then John dropped the jar. 

Sue and Jane watched as the jar fell from his hand and tumbled in slow 
motion to the floor ... and then bounced. It bounced a few more times 
then skittled into the corner of the room. The hornets were furious! 

The twins were shocked. They didn't have to hold the jar up at all. They 
had wasted the whole night trying to be careful and putting up with painful 
hot wax, aching muscles and sleep deprivation. They looked over at John 
who was laughing his head off. 

He helped the girls up but they could barely stand on their feet. He tied 
their arms up above their heads to a rope in a roof beam and put them back 
to back. He tied a rope around their waist to keep them together. He still 
continued his laughing. 

"Oh man that was good." he said. "The looks on your faces. Priceless!" 
roared John. He slowed to a chuckle and picked up the jar and walked over 
to the door. 

"Okay girls, you hang tight I'll be back in a few minutes. Oh, you'll need 
this." 

Sue and Jane screamed when John untwisted the lid off the jar. Holding the 
two together in his hands he tossed it to the girls, and quickly left the 
room. The jar bounced and the already furious hornets flew out ... looking 
for victims. 

John watched through the glass window in the door as Sue and Jane screamed 
and yelled for help. The twins kicked and shook like they were possessed. 
The hornets didn't hold back and went for every part of their bodies. 

John laughed again and again, then stopped. The cold barrel of a gun at 
your head can be a bit of a killjoy. 
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Jackie Basket was well and truly tied to the table in the basement. Her 
wrists were tied to her ankles which meant she had to use her legs and 
back to lift her ass off the three sharp spike below her. This allowed 
full access to her cunt which is exactly what Lisa, Matt and Rodney 
wanted. Matt was stoking the hot fire trying to get the irons red hot. 
Jackie was not happy. Lisa told Matt and Rodney how she had caught Jackie 
smoking weed in her room. 

Matt stoked the fire a bit more then pulled out an iron poker. It was 
bright red. He came over towards Jackie on the table. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Dad, Matt, believe me. I didn't smoke anything. 
Lisa is making this all up." stammered Jackie. 

Rodney leaned in close. "It's alright Jackie. It's okay. We know Lisa is 
lieing." Rodney turned to Lisa. "Up against the whipping post now!" 

Lisa paled. Her arm was grabbed by her Dad and she was quickly tied to 
the whipping post. Rodney took a good long whip and swung it a few times. 

"Okay girls, this is the deal. Matt is going to try and make you scream. 
If you do, I start whipping you until your sister starts screaming or 
until you stop. Time starts now!" 

Lisa gasped as the whip struck her tender buttocks again and again. Matt 
was getting closer and closer to Jackie's body with his hot poker and 
with a flourish, he stabbed it into his sister's cunt. Jackie gritted 
her teeth as spit escaped from her mouth ... finally she couldn't hold 
back the pain any longer and started screaming. Her foot slipped and 
she fell onto the spikes. Immediately she pulled her arm back to stop 
falling. 

Matt removed the poker and returned it to the fire just as Rodney turned 
and started whipping Jackie's belly. Jackie shook and screamed which 
only spurred Rodney on further. Matt stoked the fire some more and pulled 
an iron out. He saw Jackie was busy so he went over to Lisa and swung the 
iron like a golf club up between her legs. It landed solidly in between 
her ass cheeks and labia lips. Lisa immediately started howling and 
pleading for Matt to stop. Rodney turned to the new noise and took over 
Matt's place to begin whipping Lisa. 

The change over went on for over forty-five minutes. In the end both 
girls fainted. Unfortunately for Jackie, this meant she had three big 
holes in her ass cheeks. 
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"Who the FUCK are you!" growled John as he was led back to his office. 

Once the door was closed behind him and the gunman, John was told to sit 
down. John wasn't anyone's fool and he did as he was told. The man tied 
John to his chair securely. 

"Good morning Mr Thornton. My name is Lowe, Stu Lowe." 

"Is that suppose to mean something to me punk!" growled John. 

"No Mr Thornton, if it did, then I'd actually suspect you were a clever 
man." grinned Stu. 

Stu took out his radio. "Rabbit's nest, package secured, you have a green 
light." 

"Roger that, we are go." 

For the next twenty minutes John watched from his office window as close 
to sixty military vehicles entered the school grounds. Most were full of 
soldiers who went about their business of capturing teachers and students. 

"May I say something about your security Mr Thornton?" asked Stu. 

"Name's John. No one calls me Thornton unless it lawyers. Since I can see 
that my school has been over run and I'm helpless to stop it, I think we 
can talk freely." 

Stu nodded at John's professionalism. 

"Thank you .. John. Please call me Stu. I'm secret service, and the 
government has decided to take control of your operation." 

"I see. Why am I being shut down? The government's never had a problem 
before?" 

"No John, quite the opposite. But I'll let our superior explain more." 

John was impressed by Stu's timing ... the door opened and an elderly man 
in his late 60s walked in. 

"Hi there John." said the man. 

"Fuck me?! ... Uncle Charlie?!" 

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