Free Dr Casswell's Student by Sarah Fisher

nodded.
    What a perceptive youth. His eyes told of something that Casswell instinctively recognised as animal cunning. In fact, his whole demeanour gave the impression that he was something barely tame; a feral creature that might turn at any second. It added a certain frisson to the encounter that appealed to Casswell.
    ‘Perhaps that might be a good idea,’ he said, and as he spoke he pulled a twenty-pound note from his wallet, and leaning across Sarah he handed it to the wild youth. ‘And here’s something for your trouble.’
    The youth acknowledged its receipt with the slightest nod of his head.
    ‘And when we’ve had our little walk,’ Casswell continued, ‘we’ll give you both a lift down to the village. We just need to get off the main road now.’
    The two stepped away from the car, and Casswell smiled at the ashen Sarah as he pulled the purring vehicle into a nearby lay-by cut into the verge.
    Sarah’s seduction was a joy to watch. The two youths led her into a ramshackle barn a few hundred yards away from the lane, and there they took her with such vigour and faultless timing that Casswell wondered with amusement if they spent their young lives sharing women.
    Perhaps they did. Perhaps the more brash of the two, the tattooed negotiator, brought the prey down in the chase, and then carried them back to their lair where the younger could share the spoils of the hunt.
    Perhaps the most erotic episode of the encounter was when the quieter of the two tied Sarah to a rusting ring set in one wall. She didn’t fight him. Although she whimpered pitifully as the rope tightened, he had no trouble in securing an old length of rope around her wrists and then through the ring.
    She was a picture of submissive beauty; the repressed little secretary totally undone by such an outlandish encounter. She looked superb with her clothing and hair dishevelled, and her arms stretched and secured above her head.
    Casswell could see a rivulet of perspiration trickling down between her breasts. She was intensely excited! Oh, that much was so obvious! And she trembled like a timid kitten as the unlikely pair moved in to bring the game to its heady conclusion.
    Sarah had not spoken throughout the episode. There was a glazed expression in her eyes as if she was caught up in a dream, and Casswell knew, despite her revulsion, that the dark desire within was being fed by the two unschooled ruffians.
    To Casswell’s delight, as soon as she was secured against the wall, the quieter one dropped to his knees amongst the straw and began to nuzzle feverishly between her quivering thighs. Finding the riches that dripped like honey from her gaping sex, he lapped at her hungrily.
    Sarah slumped on the end of the old rope and whimpered her delight and shame as the youth found the bud that throbbed there. He held her open with nicotine-stained fingers, and Casswell could hear his active tongue slurping against her as she shuddered wearily towards the orgasm she so clearly craved.
    Her lashes fluttered, and she peered down with glazed eyes at her final and total humiliation; the older of the two knelt and slipped his own revived erection between his mate’s buttocks, and he buggered him most soundly.

Chapter 7
    With her jacket clutched tightly around her shoulders, Sarah hurried into the ladies’ room at the Boar’s Head Hotel and slammed the door behind her. The elegant little powder room, tucked away under the main staircase, was quietly luxurious; decorated in pastel pinks and creams with a row of gold, harp-backed chairs neatly arranged under the grey marble vanity unit. It was a world away from the wild events in the barn.
    An elderly attendant was arranging thick cream towels over a rail. She looked up at Sarah’s arrival and nodded to acknowledge her presence, but she didn’t speak.
    Casswell had dropped the two youths just outside the village, with more than enough money to pay for a taxi to their destination. Sarah wondered if the