"I'm your substitute teacher, and I understand there's some type of field trip planned for this afternoon after school," Sharon Jenkins said as she walked across the front of the classroom at the small private school located in the mountains outside of town. Science wasn't one of her better subjects1 and she was uncomfortable with being dropped right into the middle of test tubes and beakers.
The phone call had come only that morning, an offer to teach at Wynott Academy for possibly as long as a week. There was an over-night field trip involved so she would have to pack clothes, but at last she finally agreed. After all, she had often wondered about the strange, secretive school located more than twenty miles up the mountains. She knew no one who had ever taught there, and the students were drawn from families all over the state. Although science was one of her weakest areas, she could bluff it for a couple of days, she decided, and her curiosity had been aroused. Without even time to call a friend and tell her where she was going, Sharon had packed and headed for the mountains.
"I'm not sure just what you've been studying," Sharon admitted, having arrived just in time for the early-afternoon class. She looked out over the twenty students. "Would someone like to explain it to me?"
"Medieval culture," a young blonde girl giggled from halfway down the third row. The student wore a blue sweater so tight that the bumps of her nipples showed through.
"In science class?" Sharon asked, genuinely confused. "That sounds more like history to me."
"We've been studying old castles," a boy sitting in the second row across from the young blonde replied. "Our science project has been to design something that worked better than the things they used back then."
His comments set off several snickers in the room. Sharon glanced around, more than a little disturbed. The boy who had answered her was, himself, enough to make her feel uncomfortable being a couple of years older than the girl who sat beside him. His long, lanky body was poured over the seat, one arm draped over the back with one of his legs under the desk and, from that angle, the teacher would stare directly at the heavy bulge that showed in the crotch of his tight jeans. Not only was a thick prick shaft outlined in the cloth but also a set of hefty balls.
Sharon glanced upward, realized she had let the discussion drift off, then she met the boy's open stare. It was obvious from the glint in his dark eyes that he knew she had been staring at the impression of his cock.
"That . . . that's nice," Sharon stuttered, trying to remember what the boy had said. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't bring back his words. She glanced around and what she saw didn't let her mind rest any easier not only did she have no idea of what they were studying, she had no grasp of how to reach such a confused, mixed-up class.
There were thirteen boys and seven girls, perhaps a little out of balance, but it was the widely varied ages of the students that threw Sharon for a whirl. Apparently the pupils had been drawn from almost every level of class encompassed
by the school. Even if the youngsters were ahead of their contemporaries, Sharon couldn't see how they could match the background of the older students unless the subject matter was so restricted that all of them were learning it new.
And something else was bothering her about the kids, but she had to think about it to discover what it was. Finally it dawned on her as she looked about; even the younger kids had a casual lustiness about them in how they acted and dressed. The blonde's nipples bounce out her sweater; the boy's cock pressed into his pants. Another girl, perhaps a year younger than the blonde, wore a skimpy halter that barely covered the tops of her tits. Another girl wore a pair of tight shorts that looked like they had been sprayed onto her ass. As that little nymph leaned back into her chair, Sharon could see the outline of her cunt lips mashed into the cloth.
The boys were almost as bad. Their jeans were tight and hip hugging, gripping at the crotch. She didn't spot another prick as big as the one owned by the first boy, but Sharon still got her eyes full. In the back, another boy, older than most, had his shirttails out and all the but-tons undone, showing the rippling, hard muscles of his gut.
Somehow Sharon managed to get through the hours although she couldn't remember anything productive she had done. Part of the time was spent in just having the class read while she sat and pondered what was going on. Finally the bell rang and the students leaped to their feet. For the first time during the class, the kids were acting like pupils as they hurried to rush out.
All except one. The older, dark-haired boy lingered behind until he was the last youngster in the room. When he reached the door, he reached out and closed it rather than stepping through. The click of the lock falling in place caught Sharon's attention and pulled her eyes up from the paper she was reading.
"Hi, Teach," he said, leaning back against the locked door. "We didn't get a chance to get acquainted so I thought I would introduce myself. I'm Carl."
The boy was maddening! His voice dripped with youthful confidence. The way he braced himself against the wall allowed him to cross his feet and drive one toe into the floor. The position thrust his hips forward, pressing the jeans even tighter to his groin. The heavy muscle of his cock was outlined diagonally across his crotch above the impression of large balls. His shirt was unbuttoned almost to his navel, showing the first blossoming of hair on his chest. "You like what you see?" the boy asked with a grin that was years too old for his age.
"What I see is a locked door," Sharon countered, pulling her eyes back to his face. "Now I suggest you open it and get to your next class."
"But we need to get acquainted and I don't want anybody walking in and disturbing us," the boy said, pushing himself away from the door. "I told you my name, now you tell yours."
"I-I told the class earlier," Sharon stammered, feeling threatened by the way he stepped toward her desk. "It's Miss Jenkins and I'm your substitute teacher.
"You have another name," he challenged, taking a step closer. "I'm not going to leave until I know it."
"It's Sh-Sharon1" the teacher stuttered, her green-flecked eyes widening in fear.
"See, that didn't hurt, did it?" Carl laughed, stepping to the front of the desk. He had a sinewy way of moving that made Sharon catch her breath. His dark eyes watched her, staring at the smooth skin of her face and the full tits that tingled beneath her dress.
He was too close Entirely too closet Sharon pushed back her chair, the legs scraping noisily on the wooden floor. Then She jerked erect and turned her back on the boy Her hand sought out the comfort of something to hold, picking up the blackboard eraser from its tray. With it, she wiped out the few words, including her name, that she had written on the board, hoping all the time that the boy would be discouraged and go away. She heard a rustling behind her and thought her plan might be working, but she could see the door out of the corner of one eye. It stayed closed. He was still behind her.
She took a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax. She steeled herself for what she would have to do. It had come down to the point of confrontation and demanding that he do what she said. Slowly she put the eraser down and turned back to where the boy still stood in front of the desk.
When she saw him, she stopped, stunned. Her lower jaw fell open in surprise. A little squeak of shock escaped from her throat at what he had done. His jeans were open in the front, the zippers of his fly all the way down, and a long, thick cock had been wedged from the front of his pants. The swollen shaft flopped out and his cock lay on top of her desk.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. The boy glanced down at his cock, then back up at his teacher.
"I'm showing you mine so I can see yours." The boy grinned. "Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"
Sharon didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or scream. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life.
"Look, uh. . . what's your name?" she asked.
"Carl," he reminded her.
"Carl, l don't know what made you think I would go along with something like this, but I won't. And that's final. Now get that thing back into your pants and get out of here before I feel compelled to tell the principal what you've done."
"But that's not fair, Teacher," he growled, stepping back from the desk. He made no motion to push his cock back into his pants, and it arched out from his groin. His cock wasn't completely hard yet, so it didn't throb against his stomach. Instead, his cock pointed directly at the young teacher as if it were an arrow aimed at her cunt.
"Now, Carl," she groaned as the student started around the desk toward her.
Suddenly she saw him in a new light. The youngster was no longer a simple boy who was totally under her control simply because she was a teacher. He was much taller than her five-foot-four, and he was at least thirty pounds heavier. In any contest of physical strength, Sharon knew she would certainly lose.
The cock that swayed before her was obviously nothing she could think of as belonging to some kid. In the brightness of the classroom she could see every inch of his swollen flesh shaft, perhaps better than she had ever seen one before. As she watched, the cock stiffened, gaining its complete size. At least eight inches of male fuck weapon jutted up from his open jeans and now throbbed hard against his belly. The cockhead bulged at the top of the shaft.
Sharon was stunned, almost frozen into place. She wanted to turn and run for the door in the hope that his open pants would slow him down in the chase. But the sight of his cock swelling there before her eyes riveted her to the floor. By the time she managed to gather her thoughts, the chance was completely gone.
He reached for the front of her dress, grabbing one of her supple tits through the cloth. His fingers dug into the firm flesh, his palm cup-ping over the nipple.
"I didn't think you were wearing a bra under there." Carl laughed, showing a boyish grin. "I couldn't see any nipples, but your tits just jiggled too much."
"Let me go!" Sharon whined, then winced from the pain as his finger bit even more firmly into her tits. Holding her motionless by one tit, he used his other hand to push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her free nipple was uncovered, a rigid little button rising from the middle of a rose-colored halo. Then his open hand grabbed onto the bare flesh of her right tit as his left released and allowed the rest of her dress to tumble down to her waist. In only a few seconds the boy had uncovered his teacher's tits.
"You've got good ones," he hissed. "I like big tits."
Sharon's tits were one of her finest points, and had been since the first cunt hair had started emerging on her cunt mound. They had begun as only swollen little nipples, but had continued to grow all through high school until they were full-blown tit mounds worthy of any men's magazine in the nation.
Large cones of firm flesh sloped to nipples that jutted straight out. The halos around the nipples were rosy, not brown. Now, both of those mounds were caught harshly in the boy's tight grasp. Ten fingers dug into her flesh, making her cry out in pain.
"Now I think it's time you showed me your cunt," Carl said. "Use your hands and slide your dress to the floor."
When she hesitated, Carl clamped down even tighter with his fingers. Sharon moaned as her hands fumbled at her sides for the dress. Feeling the rumpled cloth, she pushed downward and it fell to the floor. She was left standing in shoes, garter belt, stockings and white cotton panties. The boy released her tits and stepped back to survey his teacher.
Only two years out of college, her face still kept the vibrant good looks of youth, but her body had matured into the full features of a woman. Her hair was a soft brown with hints of blonde. It draped down her back to the top of her ass. Her brown eyes were flecked with a fiery green, and her magnificent tits, a schoolboy's wet dream, vibrated with every breath. Beneath her tits, a deep, sexy navel punctuated her flat stomach.
"Shit!" Carl said. "You're better than the last one."
"The last one?"
"Miss Snyder," the boy said. "But she's no longer here."
Before Sharon could ask any more, the boy was at her again. Quickly he turned her, heading her off from the door until she backed up against the desk. Her ass bumped the chair as she stumbled and almost sat back on the table.
"No!" Sharon cried, glancing from his lust twisted face down to his prick throbbing from his groin. His cockhead bulged and had turned purple with rage. His deep piss slit gaped open as it pointed up at Sharon's naked belly.
Her hands flew up to try to fight the boy off, but he caught one of her arms and twisted it around her back. The force turned her body as her fingers were pushed up between her shoulder blades, and Sharon's face drove down toward the center of the desk. Her forehead slammed down onto the desk. By the time she pulled herself back to complete consciousness, Carl had stripped her panties to the floor.
"Jeez! Your ass is as sexy as your tits!"
A rough hand rubbed all over Sharon's creamy ass cheeks, and her pinned arm was forced high up on her back. Pain ripped through her shoulder and elbow as her right cheek scraped against 'the desk. Her legs thrashed, kicking the shoes from her feet until her stockings and garter belt were all that were left on her body. Her tits were mashed against the desk, causing them to scrapping painfully
"Stop it!" She squealed in pain. "I'm your teacher, for God's sake!"
"My science teacher, even!" the student mocked, reaching down between her legs to grab a handful of the brown pelt of her cunt hair. He snatched at it, yanking her cunt and ass up from the desk. "Maybe we better get some science into your cunthole!"
The clatter of glass told her that the boy was grappling with the equipment at the side of the desk, but Sharon couldn't see. He leaned over her and then she felt the touch of something hard and cold in her cunt slit. "What's that?" Sharon gasped, trying to squirm across the desk. Her fingers were forced farther up between her shoulder blades and she grew still so he would stop hurting her.
"It's damn sure not my hot cock." Carl laughed, beginning to shove the thick test tube up his science teacher's furry cunt.
The mouth of Sharon's cunthole was slowly forced open, in spite of its dryness. The skin of her pussy was tugged sharply but finally gave way as the boy added force to the shove.
"Oooooh!" Sharon groaned as the thick test tube was fucked into her.
She felt invaded by the unnatural thing as if some robot had rammed its phony cock clear up her cunthole. The tube was' long enough to reach the deep end of her pussy channel, where it battered hard against the closed end of her womb.
Then it retreated, allowing her cunt walls to close behind it, but it never completely left her cunt lips. Before the tube fell free, it was shoved back in; moving more easily on the faint skim of cunt juice it was stirring.
"Take it out," Sharon moaned. "It's not right to treat your teacher like this."
"That's what teachers are for." The boy laughed sadistically, hammering the test tube in-to her cunt again.
"You're here for us to learn, and I'm learning to fuck a woman with a phony cock!"
Sharon wanted to scream. The tips of her fingers were almost touching the back of her neck when Carl shoved hard. Agony ran through her shoulder and down her arm. For a second, Sharon thought she would pass out, unable to take the pain.
"Enough of that! Bitch teacher!" The boy hissed, yanking the test tube from Sharon's cunt. The pussy lips and cunthole had been greased thoroughly by the friction of the tube churning in her cunt.
His feet shuffled between hers, then her legs were kicked apart. Her ass overhung the edge of the desk, suspending her cunt right at the level of his cock. His hand reached up and ran down her ass crease, pausing briefly to poke a finger at her shithole. Then two fingers shoved roughly up her cunthole.
"Ouch!" Sharon yelled as the fingers spread her cunt open.
His fingertips poked into the sides of her cunt walls causing sparks of pain. But then the fingers were pulled wetly from her cunthole and replaced by his throbbing cockhead.
Sharon grimaced when she felt the hot fuck knob glide down her cunt gash. Never had she been fucked by anyone without giving her consent, but now she was actually being raped. And it wasn't by some man in a dark alley; it was by a student right in the classroom!
His hard cock drilled into her tight cunt, pushing at her cunt walls. Sharon moaned as she felt her cunt parted by a cock big enough to belong to any man. But it was a mere boy who was fucking her, one of her pupils.
"Ah, your cunt is as tight as schoolgirl cunt," Carl moaned, burying his cockhead all the way up his teacher's fuck pit. "You haven't had many pricks stretching that cunthole I"
The swollen cockhead of the boy's prick felt like a small fist hammering into her cunt. She could feel his cock rubbing back and forth along her cunt walls, stirring more cunt cream in its path. Sharon lay with her cheek pressed into the desk, tears running out of her eyes.
"I'm fucking your cunt, Teacher!" Carl cackled, hammering his cock into, her.
He watched the slickened shaft of his cunt fucker sink into her cunt mouth. The ring of muscles at the opening of her cunthole squeezed around the shaft of his prick. Bigger and bigger his fucking cock was swelling. He was about to blast her cunt full of sticky jism so he strengthened his cunt-fucking strokes.
"No," Sharon moaned as she felt the cock swell in her cunt.
His cockhead was like a hammer beating against the closed end of her cunt. Her cunt walls and lips felt fucked raw by the boy's bulging prick. Then the long shaft buried fully within her, and her arm was shoved fiercely up her back. Her fingers scraped the back of her neck as she wailed in pain. In her cunt, scalding male cum rocketed to the end of her pussy.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed.
Her cunt felt as if it was exploding and her arm was in agony. Her whole body shook on top of the desk. Her mind was erupting with sensations as the brutal fucking and the arm-breaking pain drove her wild. Even after the boy's cock had stopped spouting jism and had dropped from her leaking cunt, the young teacher lay flat on her face shaking and crying, wishing she were dead.
Chapter Two
"Are you telling me that you don't have a cunt, Miss Jenkins?" Abner Owens asked, canting his head slightly to one side and peering at Sharon through his one good eye.
"Certainly not!" the young woman exclaimed. "I mean I'm not telling you that. Of course, I have one of those-well, you know."
"A cunt?" Abner laughed. "A fucking cunthole? Then why the hell do you try to tell me that you're not that kind of woman?" Sharon felt the heat burning in her face and knew that it was scarlet. She would have given anything in the world to avoid this conversation altogether, and now the principal was turning it right back on her. She had never been comfortable when men and boys talked dirty in front of her, particularly when their comments pertained to her. But she felt she had had no option but to report the rape that had happened in one of the classrooms right here at school.
"Mr. Owens, I am not one of those teachers that fools around with the boys at school," Sharon insisted for the fourth time since she had come into the room. "We may all be built the same, but we don't all do that!"
Abner Owens leaned back in his swivel chair and folded his hands over the vest that was buttoned tightly across his chest. He was not a big man, but he carried himself with a sternness and severity that marked him immediately as an official who would tolerate no interference with either his word or his work. His hair was parted on one side and the features of his face were coarse and ruddy.
A frown crossed his face, but was slowly replaced by a crooked smile. "You say it was this older boy named Carl?"
The substitute teacher nodded.
"You leave him to me," the principal said firmly. "I'll see he gets what he deserves for doing this."
Sharon was far from pleased by the arrangement, but felt she had to go along in the situation. She knew nothing about the structure of the school or the boy's background. Still, she would like to know what type of punishment would be given, and was about to ask when the principal changed the subject.
"You met the class this afternoon?" he asked.
"Yes, but I don't think I understand much about them. It seems so odd to have students of all ages in one science class together."
"It's a special class for our . . . uh, better students, regardless of grade. They're leaving on a field trip for a few days, later this afternoon, so that's why we had to get you here as soon as possible."
"But what am I supposed to take?" Sharon asked. "Who else is going along to chaperone?"
"I'll drive the bus," Abner replied. "Don't worry about anything except having yourself there at three o'clock."
"I don't know," Sharon said dubiously. "Science isn't one of my strongest subjects. What happened to the regular teacher? Was she the Miss Snyder I heard about?"
A glint grew in Abner's eyes, which Sharon found impossible to read. She knew it was silly, but there was something evil about the man. "It doesn't matter," he said. "Not about the subject or the other teacher. The kids are just going to try out some of their science projects, so there won't be anything to really teach. The other instructor became rather indisposed after something that happened here at school."
"An accident?" Sharon asked.
"An accident," Abner said flatly, his voice indicating that the subject was closed.
He reached under his desk and threw a hid-den switch. A loud metallic noise sounded from the door at Sharon's back. She glanced around from her chair; fear growing inside her as she realized an automatic lock had slammed into place.
"My contact at the agency said you were single and new in the area, so nobody would be expecting you back." Abner looked her over, then continued. "'He also told me you were a good-looking cunt, and he certainly didn't exaggerate about that."
Sharon felt the color return to her face. He glared at her so hard that she wanted to cross an arm across her tits.
"Now," Abner said, pushing her file to the side, "we've got all the general questions answered in your job application except whether you like hard cock best in your cunt or your mouth."
Sharon was aghast. Never had anyone talked to her like this. Even the boys back in her schooldays hadn't been as crude. She suddenly knew that she had to get away from this awful man. Even if the people at the agency who placed substitute teachers were disappointed in her for walking off the job, surely they would understand when she told them what the man had said.
She was across the room with her hand on the knob of the door before she remembered the automatic lock had already snapped into place. She tried the door anyway, confirming that it was latched. Gulping down a lump in her throat, Sharon turned and demanded that she be freed.
Abner laughed, slowly lifting himself from his seat. At five-four, Sharon was more than six inches shorter than the principal and at least fifty pounds lighter. The only advantage that she might have would be in exercising the wiles of a woman.
"Mr. Owens," she said, "would you please open the door. I know this is all some silly mistake and that you're really a fine gentleman."
"One thing you're going to learn, cunt," he sneered "is that none of that feminine shit is going to work here! By the time we're through, the only thing gentle is going to be how you beg for us to beat your naked ass with a whip!"
Sharon was shocked. Never in her two years of teaching had she heard anything like this. At one school, a math teacher had tried to put the hard make on her, even slipping a hand up to her tits under her blouse. But when he had tried to slide a finger into her cunt, Sharon had slapped his face.
The few times she had fucked in her life had been at her own choice, and she had controlled those encounters with a vengeance. A mail, with permission, might stick his cock gently into her cunt, but she wasn't about to touch his hard throbbing prick. Now the principal was talking about shoving cock into her mouth and whipping her on the ass. She felt as though she was caught up in a nightmare-one from which she couldn't wake up.
The principal walked casually over to a tall, upright cabinet and opened it as if he didn't have a care in the world. For the moment he was ignoring Sharon, and she glanced around quickly for somewhere to run. But the door was the only one in the room and the windows were three stories from the ground. Abner was nonchalant because he knew he had the young woman trapped like a frightened rabbit in a cage.
"One of the things we stress here at Wynott is discipline, Miss Jenkins," he said, pulling a long cane out of the cabinet. "Perhaps it's time for your first lesson in learning to do what you're told."
As he closed the cabinet, Sharon stared at the device in his right hand. It was three feet long in total: a long, slender shaft, with a small box at one end, and near that, a handle for his hand. When the cabinet was firmly shut, he pointed the wand toward her, his thumb pushing a small switch. A hum, almost too low to be heard, came from the strange contraption.
"What are you doing?" She gasped as he slowly began moving toward her. The shaft of the device was pointed threateningly at her as she stood next to the locked door.
"I want you to go over next to my desk and strip yourself naked," he said in a calm voice, as if it were the most innocent request in the world.
Sharon was horrified that a principal would say such a thing to one of his teachers, but there was nowhere for her to run. Instead, she slowly circled the room, trying to keep as much distance as possible between her and the demented man. By hurrying, she was able to put the large desk between her and Abner, using it as a barrier to keep him from coming close. Each time he started around one end she would circle the other way, always keeping the desk in between them.
He finally stopped in front of the desk with Sharon on the other side. "It would make it a lot easier on you if you would get over here and strip your ass naked. But I don't like a woman to give up so easily the first time because breaking her in is so much fun."
Using the front of his legs and his free hand, he began to shove the desk, pushing the heavy piece of furniture at Sharon. She was trapped behind it; afraid if she ran to either side he would quickly catch her. Slowly, the chair on its roller came back followed by the heavy desk. Finally, her legs were pinned painfully to the wall and the young teacher couldn't move.
"No!" the frightened woman pleaded as the principal leaned on the desk and grinned.
His right hand held up the long, humming rod and brushed it a few inches past her face. Her nose tingled and the hair on that side of her head stood on end. She knew then that the shaft was charged with electricity and she could feel the static in the air next to her face.
"Now you're going to learn to do what you're told," he said in a voice that was beginning to show his lust. His hand swept down and touched the tip of the cattle prod to her bare arm.
"Ouch!" Sharon yelled as sudden pain ran from her shoulder to her hand.
Immediately her fingers began going numb from the shock they had received. Her arm ached from the brief touch of the electrified shaft, and she had bruised her thighs against the desk in trying to twist away.
Like a conductor before an orchestra, Abner waved the rod in the air. Its tip brushed against her other arm as it swept across in front of her body. Now both arms hurt and hung heavily from her shoulders.
"Take off that fucking dress!" he hissed, easing back the desk an inch to unpin her legs. The tip of the prod waved up next to her face, and there was no doubt in Sharon's mind about what would happen next. If she didn't strip the dress from her body, the awful man would touch the prod to her cheek. She couldn't even imagine the pain that it would cause.
Whimpering, she reached down, took the hem of her dress in her fingers, and slowly lifted it over her head. She dropped the dress into the center of the desk, and Abner whipped the cloth to the side with the end of the cattle prod. Sharon stood there shivering. When she tried to cover her naked tits with her hands, Abner threatened her with the electrified cane. She dropped her arms down by her sides and sobbed as he looked at her naked flesh.
She had worn almost nothing beneath the dress. When she had finally collected herself from being raped in the classroom by Carl, she hadn't even waited to put on her panties. She had wanted to be covered and the dress had done it, leaving her bare underneath except for the garter belt and hose. Now she stood, still pinned to the wall, showing naked tits and cunt to the principal.
Abner sucked noisily through his clenched teeth.
"No wonder Carl couldn't wait," he said, his eyes darting from her tits to her cunt.
Full tit mounds stood proudly out from her chest, crowned by hard full nipples. Her cunt hump was complete1y covered by a soft pelt of brown cunt fur. The lips of her pussy gash sliced vertically up through the hair like a mouth waiting to be kissed.
"Please, Mr. Owens, let me go!" Sharon begged. "I don't think I like this place at all."
His answer was a loud, sadistic laugh. He pulled the desk slightly from the wall, and then he leaned over and snarled the fingers of his free hand tightly into her hair. He jerked his arm, dragging her face down onto the desk. The force yanked her feet from the floor and she was pulled up onto the desk.
The pain in her scalp didn't stop until she tumbled face-forward to the floor on the other side. Her forehead struck the floor, knocking her momentarily senseless as she curled up in a fetal position at his feet.
Wicked pain ripped her from the comfort of lingering unconsciousness as the cattle prod brushed against her naked ass. Sharon's body uncurled, and then she whipped onto her back to protect her pained ass. As soon as her tits were exposed, the long, humming wand touched her on the nipple of her right tit.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed, writhing on the floor.
Her tortured right tit was aching and she held it with both of her hands. Then the cattle prod slapped her on her hairy pussy mound, sending excruciating pain shooting up into her cunt. Her whole body stiffened as she trembled there on the floor.
"Now, bitch, you have a choice," the principal snarled. "You can take a shaft of my cattle prod up your cunthole, or you can have the shaft of my prick in your mouth."
His words terrified Sharon. It was the choice between humiliation and pain. But the cattle prod would fry the insides of her little cunt, and the cock would only fuck out her face. There was really no choice and she knew it; it was only offered as a taunt from the brutal man. Slowly she pushed herself to her knees and stared at Abner's crotch.
She hadn't noticed the bulge in the black suit trousers earlier when he had been sitting down, or during the chase. But now, with her face only a couple of feet from his crotch, she could see the outline of a heavy cock and balls. She gulped, fearful of having his cock sliding in over her tongue, an experience she had never had in her life. When she hesitated too long1 Abner brushed the cattle prod down and touched it to her naked side.
"Ouch!" Sharon screamed.
The electricity shooting through her body made her large tits leap. Her hands lifted from the floor and sought out his belt buckle, and she whined as she released the clasp. Then her fingers slowly opened each of the buttons of his fly until the bulging head of a large, hard cock jutted out.
Sharon moaned, collapsing back onto her heels. His trousers dropped to his knees, leaving a mighty cockshaft jerking in the air. Below his cock hung heavy balls covered with a wild snarl of hair.
His cock was so large, bigger than any she ever seen! It was at least three inches longer than Carl's and looked twice as thick. Almost eleven inches of that raging fuck monster stared her right in the face.
The flesh of his bulging cockhead glistened atop the throbbing muscle of prick shaft marked heavily by thick, branching veins. On the underside of the shaft, a ridge of hard flesh bulged from the beginning of his balls to the base of his cockshaft. The whole thing looked more like a brutal club to beat her with than something to fuck out her cunt and face. The sight of such a huge cock scared the young teacher almost to death.
"Time for some cock sucking," Abner hissed, waving the cattle prod threateningly.
Sharon winced from fear of the electrical device, and one of her hands reached up and wrapped partially around the base of his massive cockshaft. Her fingers couldn't quite reach all the way around the hefty fuck pole. Tentatively, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and touched the cockhead, unable to bring herself to suck it into her mouth.
"Lick it' bitch?" Owens snarled.
He laughed triumphantly when her tongue traced a wet line from his cockhead down to his balls. There was nothing the sadistic principal liked more than humiliating his teacher-unless it was fucking schoolgirl cunt.
Sharon's tongue licked the entire length of his eleven-inch cock, from the tip of the cockhead down to the base of his hairy balls. She was amazed at the lack of taste; there was only the hint of sweat. Before, when she had imagined sucking cock, her mouth had puckered at the awful flavor she expected. But reality was nothing like that; it was simply like licking on a large, stiff thumb.
"Get it in your mouth now1 bitch teacher!" Abner snapped, thrusting forward with his hips. "I want to feel your cock-sucking lips!" Sharon grimaced, but when she hesitated, the cattle prod waved by her side. The small hairs in the pores of her skin stood on end and she knew that the electrical current was about to bite. She braced herself, realizing that she had no choice, then lifted her mouth to the end of his cock. Her lips parted, forming a large circle, and then she stuffed his swollen cockhead in over her tongue. Sharon groaned. Her mouth was full of cock flesh and so far only the prick head was inside!
"That's right'." the principal exclaimed, wrapping the fingers of his free hand into her hair. He jerked her head toward him, cramming more inches of his cock into her mouth.
Sharon almost gagged as his swollen cock-head rammed clear to the back of her mouth. It felt as if she were trying to swallow a fleshy fence post clear down into her throat. Her tongue was pinned uncomfortably to the bottom of her mouth as her jaws were stretched wide. Her eyes watered from the mouth-stuffing pressure and tears streaked down the sides of her nose.
His mouth-fucking cock retreated, the edge of the cockhead scraping along her tongue. The friction stirred up her spit and made his cock glide more easily in her mouth. By the time his cock had fucked into her mouth several more times, her jaws had begun to adjust. The pain of being mouth-fucked had eased up although she still hated what she was doing.
"Clamp down on it, you stupid slut!" Abner snarled at the young, frightened teacher on her knees with his cock in her mouth. "Suck down hard on it like it is a thick fucking straw!"
Sharon didn't know what else to do so she followed his directions. Her lips tightened, until they were pressing hard against the shaft of his pumping cock. She was careful to keep her teeth from the shaft, knowing that if she bit him, the cattle prod would torture her flesh.
"That's better!" the principal said. "It feels like a cunt I'm fucking. Your mouth is all hot and wet just waiting for cum from my prick!"
Sharon gasped. She hadn't thought about that. Cockhead hammered clear to her tonsils, bruising the tender flesh in the back of her mouth. Her mind revolted at the thought of sticky jism being shot in over her teeth. Her mouth closed down even farther, trying to spit the awful fuck shaft from her lips.
"Yeah!" Abner shouted, tugging at her hair with his fingers. "Make that face-pussy even tighter now that I'm about to blast!"
Sharon panicked. Her eyes bulged. The cockhead was swelling even farther inside her mouth getting ready to spit out its load. A desperate whine rose from her chest as a wave of pressure rode up his prick. Then a thick wad of spunk blasted into the back of her mouth from the end of his cock.
She gagged, wanting to scream. In desperation, she gulped the sticky mess down her throat to keep herself from choking. Male cum greased her gullet clear down to her stomach as more spunk splashed into her mouth. Again and again she swallowed. It seemed like the horny principal was emptying his whole baits, rocketing cupfuls of cum into her mouth
The whole time, he held her face pinned to his spearing cock by the pressure of his hand in her hair. Only when his cock had finally dumped its whole load and had begun to soften just a bit, did he release the tormented teacher and let her slump to the floor.
Chapter Three
They had done something to Sharon's car. When she had sneaked from the school with her bag in hand, the starter motor wouldn't even turn over. A deathly silence greeted her when she twisted the keys in the ignition, and not even the inside dome lights would light up. She didn't even bother opening up the hood, knowing there was nothing she could do. Instead, she got back out, hoisted her bag over her arm and set off down the dusty road. She had gotten less than a mile before the lumbering yellow school bus pulled up beside her in the middle of the road. The door hissed open, and she could see Abner sitting behind the steering wheel. He glanced back into the bus and ordered two of the older boys to help the young teacher inside.
Sharon groaned and put her bag down onto the dirt of the shoulder of the road. Both of her arms ached from carrying her luggage. Her feet burned from being pinched by her shoes and she didn't know how much farther she could have walked anyway. But it didn't matter now. Abner had caught up with her.
Two lanky male students climbed down from the steps at the door of the bus and wrapped their hands tightly around her arms. Together, they lifted her up into the doorway. Then they followed, bringing her bag. It was tossed under the first seat, as Sharon stood silent and embarrassed at the front of the aisle. Every kid in the school bus was staring up at her with amusement.
She was sure she knew how they felt. They had caught their teacher abandoning them. She had been hired to teach them and take them on this trip and instead she had tried to run away. She felt like a traitor although she knew they didn't really understand. But it was being raped in both her cunthole and her mouth that had chased her away, not any desire to flee from the kids. But there was no way to explain that to the youngsters and make them comprehend.
On stumbling feet, she made it halfway down the aisle to an empty seat. Thankfully, she made it without tripping which would have added to her shame. Already her face was burning red from being caught abandoning her students. She knew each of them could see her guilt.
She slumped down into an empty seat, shoving herself over by the window as the bus clanked into gear. She kept her eyes pinned to the dusty glass as the school bus lumbered off, unwilling to look into their accusing faces.
She was filthy from the mountain road. Carefully she glanced down at the dusty spots on her dress. Her fingers rubbed at them, trying to clean away some of the stain. The cloth whispered against her naked body beneath, making her feel uncomfortably undressed around the kids. Her stockings and garter belt were rolled up in her purse, taken off for the long walk down the hill. Nothing covered her body except for her dress and her shoes and she imagined a host of staring eyes. She was so ashamed that she couldn't even force herself to look up at the kids.
Slowly the buzz of conversation and laughter returned around her and Sharon was thankful the students were beginning to put her out of their minds. At the front of the bus, Abner stared straight ahead through the windshield as he steered the yellow monster down the narrow, winding road. For a while, Sharon had some peace and quiet and she tried to sleep.
But soon, the laughter of the children began to grow louder and intrude on her peace. Some of their yells, strange words, were beginning to annoy her.
"Ram it home!" one voice laughed.
"Ride that thing like a bucking stallion!"
What was going on? She imagined all sorts of terrible things. Far in front of her, Abner continued to drive as if he couldn't hear the students' lusty cries.
"It's got her stretched wide open and pounding clear to the end!" someone said.
"I can see her tummy bulge each time it strikes bottom just like it's filling up the inside of her guts!"
A voice squealed in a tone so high that Sharon couldn't tell whether it belonged to a boy or a girl.
Sharon groaned. She had to do something. She was a teacher in the midst of students who were getting out of control. There was no help from the front of the bus where the principal continued to drive. Slowly she twisted in her seat, glancing back to where many of the pupils had gathered. She almost screamed at what she saw. The older boy Carl, who had raped Sharon, was sitting at the end of the aisle on the seat that stretched across the back of the bus. His jeans were shoved down to his ankles.
In his lap perched the young blonde girl from Sharon's class, naked from the, waist down. She faced forward, laughing and shaking her head from side to side, as Carl's thick cock jutted up from his balls and speared her in her tight cunt. The young girl was giggling and riding up and down with her ass to piston the thick fuck muscle in her cunthole.
"No!" Sharon gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing.
From twenty feet away, the cunt hairs looked so light and thin on the girl's pussy, that it seemed as though it wasn't there. Her pink cunt gash flared open around the hard prick, swallowing inches of it inside. As the girl lifted, most of the shaft emerged, glistening with cunt juices, until only the cockhead remained buried. Then the girl released her weight and slammed downward, driving the massive cunt-fucker back into her body. She controlled herself by pressing bare tiptoes against the floor of the bus.
Carl leaned back with his naked ass on the seat, enjoying his cock being fucked by the young girl. Most of the busload of youngsters had gathered around them, cheering up and urging the two of them on, but the aisle was open for Sharon to see. It was almost as if the kids were taunting their' teacher with the sight of his hard cock ramming into her pussy hole.
"Stop it!" Sharon screamed and scooted over to the aisle.
She twisted her feet under her and headed toward the rear of the bus.
"Fuck her" one of the younger boys shouted, taking his own small cock out and jerking on it with his hand.
"Cram your cock up her cunthole!" a younger girl squealed, running her hand up the front of her dress.
Things were totally out of control! Sharon glanced frantically about. Most of the pupils were pawing and stroking themselves as they watched the boy's cock hammers into the young girl's cunt.
Only the two older boys who had forced Sharon onto the bus seemed unconcerned as they watched their teacher charge down the aisle. Almost unnoticed, they slipped between seats on opposite sides of the bus and poised there with the ends of tightly wound ropes in their hands.
"Oh," the blonde girl moaned. "Ream out my pussy hole with your cock!"
Her words riveted Sharon's attention on the stretched mouth of her cunthole that was swallowing up the boy's throbbing prick. Pussy juices leaked down onto Carl's hairy balls, testimony to the girl's growing lust.
Suddenly, something tightened around both of Sharon's ankles and her feet were yanked backwards from under her. She pitched forward, driving at the floor of the bus with her body and her head. She slammed down hard on her tender tits, causing them to explode in pain. Her hands had broken some of the fall but her forehead still hit the floor hard. Bright lights whizzed past the back of her eyes, and her battered nose was covered with a sheen of blood.
Sharon had stepped unwittingly into the loops of rope the older boys had placed on the floor of the aisle. When her feet were inside, both of the boys had yanked, tightening the nooses around their teacher's ankles. Another tug and the woman were going down face-forward in the aisle.
As soon as she landed, two other boys leaped from their seats and slid two other loops of ropes up her arms almost to her shoulders. Those also were tightened until all four of Sharon's limbs were captured as she lay facedown on the floor.
"Turn her over," Carl ordered as he roughly shoved the blonde girl from his prick.
The blonde tumbled to her side onto the seat, where her hand immediately dove for her cunt. Two fingers jammed up the leaking pussy hole as the palm of her hand fitted down over her clit. She jerked herself quickly, spouting pussy juices into her hand. Her back arched as she blasted out the cum that had been started by Carl's lusty prick.
The boy stood, and his cock rigid and glistening with pussy juices. Hands grappled on the teacher, finally turning her over. Then other hands were shoved under her back as a number of the young students lifted her body from the floor. The ropes that held her arms and legs were lashed to the metal bars on top of the seats on both sides of the aisles, and the slack was pulled tight.
When the hands left Sharon's body, she was suspended along the aisle between the seats, her back more than two feet from the floor. Her whole body swayed back and forth as the bus continued to wind down the road.
"Help me!" she screamed, lean her head backward so she could stare down the aisle upside-down toward where the principal was driving the bus.
She saw his eyes search out the large mirror above his head, and he laughed loudly when he saw how Sharon had been trapped.
"It's going to be a long bus ride, Miss Jenkins!" he roared in laughter without turning around. "Why don't you find some way to entertain the kids!"
Carl stepped up to Sharon's gaping legs. He kicked the jeans from his feet. He rubbed his wet cock against one of her calves then shoved up the hem of her dress. The other girl's pussy juice was smeared along the insides of her thighs as he stroked her legs with the stiffness of his wet prick.
"Has somebody got a knife?" he suddenly asked.
A young boy to Sharon's left stuffed a hand into his pocket. He dragged out a switchblade and handed it over to the older boy. Carl snapped the evil-looking weapon open, then leaned down and cut the shoulder straps of Sharon's dress. Then he ran the blade along the inside of the seam of one side of her garment, slicing easily through the material. When he was through, the remnants of the teacher's dress fell loosely to the floor, leaving her suspended naked in the aisle.
"Hey, look at her tits!" one of the younger girls called, scampering into one of the seats so she could lean over and get a good view of Sharon's chest.
The teacher glanced over, noticing the flatness beneath the young girl's blouse. Small fingers reached over and tweaked one of Sharon's nipples. The expression on the youngster's face was one of excitement as she fingered her tit. "Almost good enough to suck," a young boy chimed in on the other side, and his face dipped to Sharon's other tit.
His small mouth opened and covered the nipple. Then he sucked like an infant nursing a tit.
"Look, Billy's a baby again!" one of the older boys laughed. "He's sucking tit now rather than his thumb!"
His joke got a large laugh from the whole collection of kids surrounding the naked teacher as she moaned and twisted herself in her bindings. All she managed to do was to rock her suspended body several feet above the floor of the aisle.
The ropes were cutting sharply into her arms and ankles as they supported her weight. But the greatest pain of all right then was being naked and mocked by her students. Even the boy's teeth, which had begun to gnaw at her tit, didn't hurt as much as her shame.
"Her cunt has hair all around it!" another girl said excitedly. "More than any of the rest of us have. My little pussy hair just crawls along next to my cunt slit and hers went clear up onto her belly. I wonder whether I will get a pussy muff like that when I'm older."
"You already have more than me," a small girl pouted. "I don't think I'll ever get any."
"Just shut up, Julie," the first girl replied. "Your cunt hair will grow. You just have to give it time."
The words and jumbled conversation swirled around the tormented teacher until she was almost ready to scream. These were children-the pupils she had been hired to teach-who were pawing and laughing over her trapped, naked body! Nothing in the world had ever prepared her for this, and it seemed like some demented dream. But even in her wildest nightmare she'd never dreamed up something so bizarre as swaying naked between the seats of a bus.
Carl had backed away from Sharon's feet, his cock still throbbing and jutting up into the air. Cunt juice was drying on his prick as he stood and watched the younger students pawing over the teacher's body. He laughed when one of them got too excited and tugged sharply on Sharon's cunt hair.
Then Carl called the young blonde girl back over and instructed her to kneel. When she was positioned in front of him, he drove his hard cock into her mouth. By raising her head, Sharon could watch the long fuck shaft screwing itself clear to the girl's tonsils. Spit ran out of one corner of the girl's mouth as the prick head sloshed around on her tongue.
Two young boys had positioned themselves on both sides of Sharon and were leaning over and sucking on her tits. The one gnawing on her left tit was particularly brutal as he bit sharply into her tender flesh. Both nipples were trapped inside the mouths of the pupils. Then one young girl shoved a finger up her teacher's cunt. The girl pulled out her finger, staring at it for a second before popping it into her mouth.
"Pussy juices," she giggled. "Teacher cunt tastes so sweet!"
Then several of the students took turns cramming their fingers up Sharon's cunthole. She winced each time one of the slender fingers slid up her pussy, not from pain but from humiliation. She realized she should be in a position of authority with these youngsters, offering them guidance on the proper thing to do. Instead, she was hung up in the air like a piece of meat for each of them to finger-fuck at will.
They were treating her whole body like a new toy that each of them was excited to try. Sharon wanted to scream at them to stop, and perhaps even spank their little bottoms for the naughty things they had done. But she was at a terrible disadvantage and there was nothing she could do.
Finally, the two older boys decided it was their turn at the teacher's flesh and they pushed the younger students to the side. Carl, his cock still fucking out the little blonde's mouth, urged the other two on as they closed in on Sharon from opposite directions. Both of them unzipped the flies of their pants, and pried their hard cocks out of their jeans. Two pairs of trousers hit the floor and the boys were naked from the waist down.
Sharon lifted her head. She moaned when she saw the older boy stroking his cock with his hand. His prick wasn't as thick or as long as the one Carl was driving into the young girl's wet mouth, but it was big enough to stretch open her cunt. Six inches of hard cock pointed up between Sharon's legs. The mouth of his piss slit gaped open as though it was getting ready to eat into the teacher's cunt.
Sharon groaned. She leaned her head back. She looked up at the underside of another prick. This one was about the size of the other-six inches of throbbing young cock and she knew the youngster had designs on fucking it into her mouth.
"No, don't do this! " She whined, trying to force some authority into her voice.
But her words came out like the cry of a stricken animal instead, almost begging the kid she'd been hired to instruct.
"Mr. Owens!" she frantically screamed, hoping the principal could-and would-control the lusty young mob. "Help me! They're going to fuck me!"
The bellows of his sadistic laughter washed back through the interior of the bus. "Get those pricks busy," Carl urged from the side, where he was still fucking the young blonde girl. He hammered his hard cock into her small mouth, fucking her tonsils hard. Each time she winced from one of the prick blows against the back of her mouth, Carl twisted her small ears and dragged her forward to be speared by his fucking prick.
"Got damn!" the boy at Sharon's feet hissed, stepping forward. "I'm going to get me some hot teacher cunt!"
"No!" Sharon squealed.
She twisted in the ropes. The boy placed both thumbs on the side of her pussy slit and forced her cunt mouth wide. Hot cockhead thumped against the opening of her fuck pit, then three inches of his prick was stuffed inside.
The young teacher felt the mouth of her cunthole stretching open as the boy's cock slipped in. The pussy walls were pushed out of the way until his prick was all the way in. The boy groaned, feeling the intense pussy pressure squeezing down on his cock.
The boy at Sharon's face was also busy, levering her head backward to line his cockhead up with her mouth. A drop of pre-cum already stained his piss slit from the excitement of his lust. With her neck stretched, Sharon's mouth was open and the youth drove his prick all along her tongue. Six inches of hard cock glided through her jaws to batter at the opening to her throat. Unwittingly, she gulped, closing her mouth around his prick to provide a tight, wet hole for the boy to screw.
"Her mouth is as hot and tight as a pussy!" the youth groaned as he slowly dragged the shaft out to the prick head.
Poised there, the hard cock hammered back in clear to the back of her mouth. Prick flesh scraped along the top of her mouth and bumped against the opening to her throat. The hair that lightly covered his balls and the base of his prick tickled at the teacher's nose.
"This is hot teacher cunt!" the youth fucking her pussy exclaimed.
He twisted at the waist to watch Carl.
The young blonde had Carl's long prick buried halfway into her tight throat.
"You ought to come over here and get some of this teacher pussy," the boy exclaimed.
"I've already hammered my long prick into that cunthole." Carl laughed, pulling on the girl's ears even harder." I'm going to fuck this little bitch's tonsils until I blast cum down her throat."
Sharon's pussy mouth was getting sore. The youth was slamming his hard cock into her cunt. The front of his pubic bone smashed into her pussy slit each time he battered his cockhead to the end of her cunthole. He wasn't as smooth and practiced as an older man and his cock was jerking about. The twisting motion was pulling at the flesh of her cunt mouth as he screwed his long prick in.
Heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against her eyes and forehead each time the other boy's mouth-fucking cock drove in. His prick head was battering hard against her tonsils, bruising tender flesh at the back of her mouth. There was no gentle cock sucking for the lusty youth, lie was fucking her hard in the face. Like a horny stallion, he forced prick through her lips as if his enjoyment depended on his strength.
"Shit, fucking, cunt!" the face-fucker growled as he felt his balls pull up in his groin.
His cock felt like it was swelling an inch longer and at least twice as big around. Already he could feel the waves of his cum rushing up through his groin. He was going to blast this bitch teacher's throat full of his schoolboy spunk!
"Her cunt is strangling my cock!" the cunt fucker shouted as his cockhead swelled inside the teacher's tight gripping cunt.
Waves of cum rushed through his prick, headed for the teacher's fuck pit.
"Take this, little bitch!" Carl hissed as he forced cockhead into the young girl's throat.
The base of his spine was on fire from his cum and his prick was beginning to spurt. Thick spunk blasted into the girl's gullet and greased its way down her throat. Again and again, cum rocketed into her.
Cum splashed into the deep end of Sharon's cunt as the cunt-fucking boy threw his head back and howled. His ass drove his cock hard into the teacher's fuck hole as he filled up her cunt with hot cum.
Sharon's throat was gasping when the first blob of jism splattered into her mouth. More than half of it was sucked right down in one swallow as another spurt of it blasted out. She caught as much of the cum as she could, drinking it from his prick. But some of the stringy mess washed back through her mouth and leaked from the corners of her lips. Then it leaked down into her eyes, blinding her with his saltiness.
All around her, the other pupils watched the fucking of their teacher, some of them stroking their own pricks and cunts.
They hadn't even arrived at the site of their field trip, and already things were turning wild.
Chapter Four
The kids dragged Sharon from the bus. Several of the boys used the ropes from the metal railings of the seats to bind her feet and wrists. Her hands were in the small of her back as they looped other ropes around her shoulders and pulled her backwards down the aisle. Abner just stood and watched, her ass scraping on tile floor, bouncing down the stairs at the door.
She landed on her naked ass in the dust of a driveway in front of a monstrous old building. Gargoyles stared down at the bound young teacher from the roofline where they perched in a long line along the front of the mansion. The young teacher didn't have any idea of where she was; only that it was still somewhere in the mountains.
During the long ride, Sharon had been suspended by the ropes, and being fucked and played with by the children. All thought of where they were headed had been wiped from her mind until it was too late to watch the twists and turns. Even the sky failed to give her any direction. The young woman was lost, alone in the clutches of the principal and the students.
Once outside the bus, they carried her, two of the boys lifting her legs and two of them toting her shoulders. The girls held the door of the old mansion open as Sharon was taken inside. Then Abner led the group down the darkened hallways and stairs to an enormous room several levels below the main floor.
There, clamps, dangling at the end of long chains along one wall, were snapped around Sharon's wrists, and the ropes were stripped from her body. From somewhere off in the shadows a crank turned and lifted her arms high above her head.
Only a small light bulb dangling from the ceiling by a frayed cord kept the darkness at bay. Into its faint circle of light stepped Abner with an arm across the shoulders of one of the boys.
"This is Wendall," the principal said." He's our electronics expert. He'll have this place all wired-for extra light and other equipment when we begin in the morning." He patted the boy on the shoulder. "Now, you get started, Wendall. We don't want any delay."
Sharon was boggled. The boy looked like a refugee out of a movie about nerds. He wore thick glasses on a narrow nose, and he had to continually push them up to his eyes. He was as skinny as a rail and certainly no taller than she is. He looked completely out of place, standing there with the evil principal in the dank old mansion.
The boy nodded, the hair around his cowlick bobbing, then he turned and disappeared across the dim room. Sharon could hear him banging and tugging with equipment somewhere out of sight.
"What's going on?" the young teacher asked. "Please give me some clothes and let me out of these chains."
"You haven't figured it out?" Abner asked, feigning surprise. "You're not such a smart little cunt after all."
That gave him a hearty laugh, and Sharon had to suffer while he amused himself with the cleverness of his own wit.
"It's a science field trip for a collection of our, shall we say 'special' students," he said. "They studied medieval castles and dungeons and decided to try their hand at developing some methods of torture for themselves. All very scientific, you know. Experimentation and all that."
"What does that have to do with me?" Sharon asked, uncertain about whether she really wanted to hear the answer.
"Why, that should be obvious," he growled. "Since Miss Snyder's unfortunate accident, the students needed a subject for their experiments. You, my little Miss Jenkins, happen to be the sexiest test tube in the world."
And with that, he reached out and tweaked her right nipple. The young teacher winced in pain as he left her to hang in the chains in the darkness overnight.
"Please set me free!" Sharon begged the two older boys who came to take her from the wall. For a minute she thought they were doing so, but when she was unclamped she was just led toward the center of the room where another set of chains dangled from the high ceiling.
Again, her hands were snapped into clamps and the chains were pulled tight, raising her arms above her head. Her body was stretched out until only her toes brushed the floor.
Abner was the first one to taunt her. He moved up right into her face.
"Well, cunt," he hissed, "are you ready for a little education?"
Sharon groaned, trying to lift herself on the chains. She pushed with her toes, attempting to move away from the threatening man.
He laughed heartily and slapped one of her tits with an open hand. Stinging pain spread across the skin of the young teacher's battered tit flesh. Again the principal's hand lashed out, this time smacking her other tit with his palm. Scarlet handprints were etched into the skin of her tits as she moaned there in the chains.
The students had all filed into the room and formed a circle with Sharon in the center. As the principal abused her aching body, the pupils stood silently and watched. Most of them had eager smiles on their faces as if they were enjoying their teacher's pain. Sharon had never seen such open lust on the faces of youngsters before.
"Red tits are the best," Abner chuckled as he slapped her right tit again. The nipple at the crown of her battered fleshy tit rocked. Pain ripped through her left fit once more as his hand crashed down again. Every square inch of skin on her tits was burning.
One of his hands ran down her stomach and into her cunt hair. His grip tightened and he tugged sharply, pulling at her pussy pelt. Her cunt hair was yanked tight and pulled at the skin of her rounded pussy mound. The young teacher shrieked in agony as her cunt hair threatened to be torn out.
"Look at her," the principal sneered, glancing around at the students. "She already thinks her cunt is in pain and we haven't even started. This little bitch teacher of yours is really going to howl when we finally put her through her paces."
Several giggles broke out in the crowd and Sharon writhed in shame. She was a teacher being mocked in front of her students. Both her tits and her pussy were being tortured right out in the open for all of her pupils to see. Now the kids were laughing at her near-hysterics over nothing more than slapped tits and pulled pussy hair. She was ashamed that she was showing so little control in front of them and promised herself to do better.
Rough fingers groped into her pussy slit, digging for her cunthole. Sharon bit her lower lip to stop her cry as her cunt lips were shoved brutally aside. The tip of one stubby finger centered on the mouth of her pussy hole and, in one violent motion, shoved all the way inside. The young teacher gave a moan. Her cunthole was as dry as a bone and the finger pulled painfully at her flesh.
Sharon tried to pull herself up the chains-anything to get away from the swirling finger that was abusing her dry pussy. But Abner's hand followed her upward, keeping his finger speared into her cunt. The first hint of pussy juice was beginning to flow as her body fought to protect its delicate flesh. The natural grease eased the pain in her cunthole, but nothing could do anything for the pain in her mind.
Abner seemed satisfied that her pussy had slickened, and he pulled out his finger to replace it with his thumb. His thumb probed deeply into her cunthole before sliding out to run up her slit. Abner stepped back, and then walked around her naked body as Sharon strained to keep him in sight. Abner was somewhere behind her, out of sight, and the young teacher trembled in fear over what the evil man might do.
A hand grappled at her ass cheeks, forcing fingers down the crease. Sharon moaned as the tip of one of his fingers found the wrinkled mouth of her asshole and scratched at it. Then a knee caught her on the inside of her right leg, bending it outward. Another hand caught the inside of her opposite thigh, forcing her foot from the floor.
Something thick prodded her asshole and Sharon moaned from the pressure. The end of Abner's thumb ground at the mouth of her shitter, trying to force itself inside. The tight ass ring resisted the intrusion as Sharon tried to squirm. But the principal's hand and leg kept her pinned into place. Slowly the strength of her shithole was overcome and the thick thumb rammed up.
"No!" Sharon moaned from the painful invasion of her asshole. Never had so much as a finger been up her shitter and it felt horrible.
"You like that?" Abner mocked her. "Does it feel good to have something corn-hole your ass? If you think that's bad, bitch, wait until you have a hard cock shoved up your shithole!"
Sharon grimaced at the thought. The thumb reaming her asshole was terrible enough without thinking of anything bigger crammed into her guts. She moaned as Abner piston his thumb back and forth in her tortured shithole.
Something scraped on the floor and Sharon opened her eyes. One of the smaller girls in the class was struggling to drag something large and heavy toward Sharon's naked body.
It was a large chunk of wood almost three feet tall, a cone of wood that someone had polished to a soft sheen. Its tip was rounded and almost an inch across and grew larger until it was almost a foot across at the base. At the side of the main shaft, several smaller spikes of wood speared up.
Abner barked out orders and several of the older boys stepped up to give a hand. Two of them hauled on the chains that held Sharon, lifting her several feet more into the air. It was a mixed blessing for the tortured young teacher; the pressure grew on her wrists but Abner's thumb slipped out of her ass.
Beneath her, two other boys positioned a platform about eighteen inches high then lifted the heavy chunk of wood up until it aimed at her cunt. The young girl stepped forward with grease on her hands and rubbed the lubrication from the top of the wood halfway down to the base. Then the two boys holding the chains slowly lowered Sharon back down until the top of the long cone of wood bumped roughly into her pussy slit. With his hands, Abner positioned her naked body until the very tip of the shaft speared Sharon's cunthole.
He stepped back to survey the situation.
"That's fine, Debby," he said to the young girl. "Now go get my whip."
Then he turned and nodded to the boys. Suddenly the chains holding the teacher's arms slackened and she slumped heavily down.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped as her body settled several inches onto the wooden contraption.
Her pussy mouth was shoved open and the top of the conical shaft of wood was forced in-to her cunthole. Its tip was barely an inch across but its diameter quickly spread out until after only a few inches it was thicker than Abner's prick. The grease the girl had rubbed on it eased its way into her pussy, and her own weight was the instrument that forced it there.
In sudden pain and panic, Sharon knew she had to stop it before it pried her pussy hole apart. Her hands grasped the heavy chains that held her, holding the metal links and pulling her cunt partially off the spearing shaft.
"Help met" she groaned as she pulled herself upward.
The tearing pressure at her pussy mouth eased as only an inch of the cone of wood was left inside her cunt.
"Get it away t" she moaned as she felt the tightness and pressure in her shoulders. "Don't let it tear up my cunt!"
"See how strong the human body is when you give it a reason," the principal said. "If you'd tried to get her to exercise before, she would have sworn she couldn't have held herself just by the strength of her arms. I want every one of you to write this up in your anatomy notes right next to cunt holes, pussies and cocks."
Sharon whimpered from the pain building up in her arms. Her muscles bulged as her whole upper body trembled from the effort it took to keep her weight off the cunt-spearing shaft of wood. But torment in her shoulders was better than the awful pain that the wooden shaft had caused in her tortured cunt.
Suddenly, fire etched across her back as a loud snap ripped into her ears. Intense pain seared its way from one side of her body to the other, and. Sharon's muscles gripped tighter, pulling herself even higher. She grimaced, but twisted her head to the side where she could see Abner pulling the coils of a long whip behind him so he could lash out at Sharon again.
It was a bullwhip, long and black with a lash at least six feet long. As Sharon watched, waves of motion rippled from the handle to the tip, then it lifted to soar through the air to brutalize her flesh again.
."Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed as a blaze of pain sliced across her again.
The tip of the punishing lash wrapped around her upper back to snap against the outside of her right tit. Her tit mound leaped and shook violently on her chest as a spot on the side of it turned a brightly toured red. It felt like a thousand sharp needles had been thrust into her tit flesh.
Her ass cheeks were the next victims of the brutally slashing whip as the coil of rawhide smacked her mounds of ass flesh and seared a scarlet line into her skin. Her ass and cunt clenched as if trying to flee from the pain, and her cunthole closed down tightly around the intruding shaft of wood. "Let's see how long your bitch teacher's strength lasts when she gets a taste of this!" Abner hissed to the students, who were watching, fascinated by the sight of the torture of Sharon's flesh. Not one of them said a word, and many of them held their breath, as their teacher's impaled cunthole gripped down onto the penetrating shaft of wood.
Sharon's naked body shook. Her hands were locked around the chains. Her arms were bent; the elbows forced outward, as she held her weight up from the terrible threat to her Cunthole. But each blow the principal landed with his whip sapped her strength and the will power of her mind. Again and again the whip landed, burning trails of fire into her back and ass.
Abner took two steps to his left and rolled his wrist to bring the whip whistling through the air from the opposite direction. The long leather lash flowed through the space between them, lined up with Sharon's luscious tits.
"Aaaargh!" the young teacher screamed in unbelievable pain.
The whip had cut across both of her tits, smashing the nipples back into the mounds. Her eyes bulged, searching desperately downward, and she could see the narrow band of scarlet seared into her tit flesh. Her nipples rebounded and stood painfully outward as if awaiting the next punishing blow. It quickly came, tearing across her stomach. The tip of the lash wrapped around her side and snapped against the flesh of her back. It felt like a knife blade was slicing her in half, and the young teacher's arms shook and partially collapsed.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed as her weight set-tied down, driving several inches of the wooden cone up her tight cunt.
Her pussy mouth was spread wider than it had ever been before by the ever-widening cone of wood that was being forced up her cunthole. Her arms trembled and she grasped the chains, ignoring her exhausted muscles as she was forced to hoist her body up again. The tearing pressure on her pussy hole quickly subsided, but that relief came at the cost of torturous agony in her arms.
Sharon was near exhaustion. Frantically, she glanced around. The faces of the students were enraptured, filled with newfound lusts. One boy was thrashing his prick with his hand, and a young girl had the hem of her dress up and her panties down and was fingering her lightly furred cunt.
"No!" Sharon screamed as the whip landed again, ripping across the front of her hips with the tip wrapping around to slap her sharply on her ass. Her naked body was covered with crisscrossed angry red lines, and she felt the last of her strength slowly leaking from her arms.
She couldn't hang on. The muscles in her arms felt as if they were coming apart. Her shoulders were locked with pain and her elbows felt as if they would UN-joint. Slowly, her body began settling down as she reached the point of collapse.
"Help meeeee!" she shrieked as her cunthole stretched wide.
Several inches of the spearing wooden cone ran straight up her pussy. The tight ring of her cunt mouth was forced open wider and wider,
Sharon's eyes bulged, Her, arms shook. Desperately, she tried to pull herself upward on the chains but most of her power was gone. For a few seconds, she stopped the descent of her body but soon even that strength was spent. Suddenly, every muscle in her body went flaccid and her weight carried her down.
Sharon gasped in agony as she felt herself parted.' She babbled, then wailed as more of the towering cone was forced into her cunt. The mouth of her pussy hole was pushed even wider and wider open. Six long thick inches of the shaft of wood was crammed in her cunthole, driving the young teacher wild.
Her bones felt pushed out of shape. The mouth of her cunt felt as if it were going to tear. Sharon's head lashed from side to side, swirling her long hair over in front of her face. Her hair stuck wetly in the sweat that was pouring from her brow and her tits as the brutal wooden cone took its toll on her body.
Around her arose youthful shouts of glee from the students who were losing control of their growing lusts. More pricks were being pounded and more cunts speared with fingers, as the youngsters watched their teacher's gaping cunt swallow up another inch of wedging wood.
One small girl was as proud as she could possibly be. She was the one who had brought the shaft of wood that had helped make her teacher painfully delirious. Her tiny finger whipped around in her little pussy slit as she squealed her way through her first-ever girlish cum.
Sharon was too far-gone to care. All she could do was scream.
Chapter Five
They took her from the wooden shaft and let her hang in the center of the room. Then the crowd of students disappeared somewhere to play and plan the further torture of their teacher. At first Sharon S cunt gaped open when freed from the spearing wood, but much to her surprise, her cunthole recovered and began to shrink back to its normal size.
She had thought she had been ruined and that no man would ever want to fuck her again. But her pussy had fooled her with its resilience and had become a tight little fuck hole again.
Sharon moaned. They had lowered the chains until her feet touched the floor again, but her arms had been high over her head for so long that they ached from the decreased flow of blood. Her shoulders and her elbows were still sore and her pussy was still painful from the stretching it had taken.
But her worst discomfort came from her bladder. She had to take a piss. She remembered that she hadn't pissed since teaching the class the day before. No wonder her bladder felt like it would explode, and as she tiptoed in place trying to relieve some of the pressure. But no matter what she tried, the fact remained that her piss hole was about to erupt.
The heavy door of the dungeon banged open and Abner, the principal, walked in. Behind him were most of the other students from the class.
"Here she is, kids. I told you she would wait on us," Abner said.
They paraded into the room and circled Sharon. Abner stepped into the circle and approached her, finally shoving his nose into her face.
"How's that little cunt of yours?" he asked. "Do you need a large, throbbing cock to stretch it wide?"
Sharon groaned. She could feel the soreness all around the circle of her pussy hole. Just the thought of something large being forced into her cunthole was enough to make her wince in pain. The reaction of her body made her tighten down on her bladder and her piss hole almost flared open. In agony, she squeezed down with her cunt muscles and blocked the threatened flow.
"I have to pee!" she whined, crossing her feet on the floor.
"You have to pee?" The principal chortled. "Do you mean that you have to take a piss?"
Sharon nodded her head desperately.
"Then tell me, bitch!" he screamed. "Tell me what you have to do!"
"I have to piss!"' the teacher replied frantically.
'Is your cunt hurting?" the principal demanded.
"Piss! Piss! Piss!" Sharon screamed, almost out of control. "My cunt is about to exploded Please let me loose before I piss right here on the floor!"
Abner whirled around to face the circle of older students. "Did you hear what you said? She's a defiant little bitch! Walter, bring that special whip over here and let's teach this cunt some obedience. I'll watch her pussy, and, if she spills a drop of piss on the floor, I'll make her lick it up."
The boy that stepped out was about as tall as Sharon and was as thin as a rail. His angular head was topped by carrot-colored hair and freckles dotted his nose. She had seen dozens of such youths in her classes, most of them with minds maturing faster than their bodies.
In the boy's hand was a limp whip-like device that reminded her of a cat-o-nine tails. But the strands were apparently nothing more than clothe from the flaccid way that they lay on the floor.
Walter called it his slow whip, Abner told her. The material he had constructed the device out of was something a bandage company was working on, but it hadn't hit the shelves. There was one disadvantage; the principal taunted her, and something she'd find out for herself.
Sharon didn't care. All she wanted at the moment was to be free of the chains and allowed to go somewhere and piss.
Walter lifted his arm and swung weakly at the teacher's naked body. The blow was so soft she didn't even flinch when the limp material hit her flesh. She glanced down unconcerned at where it had brushed her on the side and was surprised to see the strands hadn't fallen away. Instead, they remained attached to her skin as if held by some strange magnetic force.
The boy jerked his arm away from the teacher's body.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed.
It felt as if strips of her skin had been ripped violently from her flesh. In shock, she glanced back down to where the strands of cloth had touched her and saw stripes of' angry red skin.
The whip curled back, slapping strands softly against the front of her naked stomach but this time there was nothing amusing about the weak blow. As she watched, the strands tensed as the boy tugged on the whip. Then he jerked his wrist backward. It felt as though acid had been thrown onto her abdomen as the sticky cloth ripped at her skin. Every thin hair in every pore that was covered by the material jerked out at the same time. It was as if a thousand Band-Aids had been torn off at the same time.
"She wasn't worried about your limp' little whip, Walter!" the crazed principal bellowed at the boy administering the strange beating. "She ignored your science, boy, so now let's teach her a real lesson!"
The boy was apparently listening. The next blow from the loose strands of cloth slapped Sharon directly across her full-mounded tits. Sharon yelped when she felt the material stick, and she gnashed insanely at the cloth with her teeth. Then the student yanked the 'cloth whip away.
"Shiiiit!" the teacher screamed.
Thick bands of tortured, scarlet skin stretched across both of her supple tits, and even her nipples had gone a bright red. Never had 'she felt anything so excruciating as the slow whip of the boy. It was the product of a savage young mind.
He continued to brutalize her, tearing at the skin of her tits, back and ass. By the time the boy was finished there was hardly a strip of her flesh that wasn't glowing a bright red. New red marks overlaid the bruise of the bullwhip she bad suffered before. Sharon's body was marked like that of a whipped slave, and she knows the torture wouldn't end. She hung sobbing with fear and agony in the chains, and as Walter rejoined the crowd, she couldn't help but be terrorized by the thought of what might happen next.
"I can't pee with everyone watching," Sharon whined as she hunkered down on the small ledge with her feet flat on the stone.
The small shelf of stone was four feet from the floor and only eighteen inches wide. Her back was against the wall, her ass only inches from the ledge, with her feet spread obscenely wide. Her cunt was stretched open between her fully spread thighs as her knees angled off in opposite directions.
"Shut up and pry open your cunt slit even morel" Abner growled.
The naked teacher whimpered and dropped her hands from her knees. Her finger's found her cunt lips and pulled them to the side. Her whole cunt gash was stretched open with the flesh tight until even her cunthole was visible. Her face and her tits were red from embarrassment now that the effects of the "slow" whip had worn off.
The students stood only a few feet in front of her in two curved lines slightly to the left and right. Eager faces crowded close to stare excitedly into Sharon's gaping cunt. She was being forced to hold it open for them so they could see the stretched pussy flesh inside. Now they were waiting for her bladder to overcome her resistance so they could watch the golden stream burst from the piss hole. Sharon had never heard of anything more demented and she prayed that she could hold back her piss. But the torturous pressure in her bladder was causing intense pain, and she knew she couldn't hold out for long.
Three feet out from the wall, a narrow trench had been dug into the floor, and it was into that which they expected her to piss. The trench was only eighteen inches wide and not much more than a foot deep. It was a bit longer than six feet, and the stone floor inside was sloped slightly to a drain ii) the center. It was obvious that it was built for pissing but Sharon couldn't figure out why it was so long. There was also a modern bathroom she had seen some of the pupils using which was through a door in the opposite wall.
Sharon fought the pressing need to empty her bladder while the whole crowd of kids stared at her cunt.
Pain rolled inside her. Her bladder felt as heavy and as big as a bowling ball. Her position on the ledge forced the muscles of her abdomen to tighten, squeezing down on her tortured guts. It hurt so badly that she almost swooned, which almost cost her balance on the ledge. There was no way she could catch herself if she tumbled off and she would crash headfirst to the stone floor. The kids seemed willing to wait forever, and it was inevitable that she would eventually have to give them what they wanted. Perhaps it would be best to get it over and get rid of the terrible pain.
Sharon groaned as she felt her piss slit start to flare. The first drops pushed their way into her piss tube and began burning their path to the outside. Her whole abdomen felt suddenly gripped in a vise, and she wailed as the first of the golden stream burst forth.
"Here it comes!" a young girl giggled, and the whole crowd rustled as all of them drew near.
Every one of the youngsters was staring intently at their teacher's cunt as the piss began to flow. It shot out from her cunt gash into the air, arching slightly before splashing loudly in the pit. Sharon wailed from the pleasure of emptying her bladder combined with the shame of doing it in front of the kids.
"Damn!" one of the boys exclaimed. "She really had to piss. Look at her go!"
And it was true. Her bladder had been completely full. The young teacher pissed and pissed with the kids' heads only a couple of feet from her cunt. The golden stream hissed from her pussy gash down into the piss trough, where it splashed noisily all over the bottom and inside walls. Beneath her, Sharon could hear the gurgle of the drain as it swallowed more and more of her piss.
"Go away," the young teacher moaned. "Nobody should watch my cunt while I piss."
But her protests were to no avail. The eager young students were all pressing near determined to watch every drop. Abner was standing off to one side, smirking with his hands on his hips. This young bitch teacher was almost delirious from the pain and the shame, and the punishment had just barely started. If she only knew what he had planned for later, she wouldn't moan so much from having to piss in front of the kids. What she was doing now wasn't much more than recess compared to when things would get serious. Some of the things the pupils had come up with to torture their teacher were delightfully evil and perverse. Sharon was unsuspecting. What was happening now was horror to her mind. As the piss stream slowed and she got more control of her body, she could look into the faces of the kids from her class. Every one of them had an enraptured expression, and their eyes glinted as they stared at her pissing cunt.
"It looks so hot?" one of the older girls said and reached out with her hand.
Piss from her teacher's pussy splashed into her palm and covered her fingers and her wrist.
"It is hot!" the girl exclaimed and pulling her hand from the stream. "And smell it Smell our teacher's piss!"
Sharon groaned and jerked her head back. The rear of her skull battered painfully into the stone wall. As the last few drops dribbled from her piss hole, she prayed that she could disappear. But her prayers went unanswered and the students crowded m even closer. They watched the last beads emerge from her piss hole and leak out onto the pink flesh of her spread cunt gash.
Abner stepped nearer. "Lorie," he said, addressing one of the girls to Sharon S right, "it's about time for the second part of the torture you devised." He turned slightly. "Two of you boys get the ropes."
Sharon was almost beside herself with shame, and she didn't resist as several of the students helped her from the wall. Her arms were forced behind her naked back and tied at the top of her ass. Then her ankles were also lashed tightly together and a third rope joined the first two down the back of her legs so she couldn't bend at the waist. Ml the young teacher could do was stand totally erect, then lay stiffly supine in their arms when several of the boys picked her up.
They turned her body lengthwise, but Sharon was too humiliated to worry about what they planned to do. It wasn't until her nose filled with the strong smell of piss and her back touched the wet stone that she realized that they had laid her in the shallow pit.
"Don't put me in here!" she squealed. "It's dirty! I don't want to lay in my own piss!"
Abner stepped up to the edge. He towered above her. Sharon's shoulders fitted against both sides of the pit and her nose was only an inch below the level of the floor. She tried to squirm, but the ropes and the confines of the trench held her tightly in place.
"You're a selfish bitch!" the principal snarled. "Everybody in here has a full bladder and you didn't ask a single one of them to join you when you were squirting piss from your cunt. So now that you're finished with your pleasure, it's the kids' turn to piss into the pit."
"But I'm in here!" Sharon exclaimed frantically. "You're a real smart cunt, aren't you?" He laughed sadistically. "You figured that out all by yourself."
The young teacher gasped. He couldn't mean what he said! Surely the students wouldn't use her to soak up their piss!
Abner turned to the young girl named Lone.
"You're first since it was your idea."
The girl giggled. She was wearing a long, loose pink dress that reached clear to the floor. She grabbed the cloth at the side of her thighs and lifted the hem from the dust. Her feet were bare as they straddled the sides of the trench. Slowly she gathered the cloth in her fingers as she hunkered down over her teacher's naked tits. The hem; of her garment rode up her creamy, tight thighs, exposing succulent young flesh. When her ass was close to the level of the ground, the lower part of the' dress was wrapped around her waist.
Sharon stared up right at the young girl's cunt. Faint brown cunt hair whisked around the vertical slash. Never had the teacher seen a cunt in such vivid detail and she was shocked that it was happening now. A stray thought flitted through her mind that what she was seeing was what her own cunt must look like. Suddenly a hiss filled Sharon's cars as the girl's piss hole flared open and shot a golden stream of hot piss down' onto her tits. Sharon groaned, but quickly shut her lips when drops, of piss splattered up into her mouth.
The taste of hot saltiness swirled over her tongue and the teacher's eyes bulged in surprise. The young student's piss stream blasted into Sharon's tits and splashed all over her chest, neck and face. A whimper' grew in Sharon's chest as the golden stream slowed, then dripped the final piss drops down onto her skin.
Most of the girls then took their turn squatting over the teacher's body. The blonde nymph Sharon had seen fucking on the bus hunkered down right over her teacher's cunt. The hairy little fuck box of the girl's pussy aimed right at Sharon's own cunt. The girl was good at directing her stream and pissed right into her teacher's pussy slit. The hissing, pounding river of piss arrows down to batter at the top of Sharon's cunt lips.
The pressure forced Sharon's sensitive clit out of protection of its folds. The piss stream bathed the tingling bud of sex nerves with a wet heat until the teacher's legs began to shake. The warmth spread clear, into Sharon's cunthole as her pussy juices started to flow. The unwanted pleasure the hot piss was causing was enough to degrade the teacher even more.
All of the boys standing on both sides of the pit were digging in their jeans to free their half-hard cocks. Their trousers were shoved almost to their knees as each boy took his own prick in his hand. Sharon's eyes whirled around, glancing up at the forest of cocks. Male cocks of every size and description were pointed down at her naked, bound body.
Already, almost every inch of her skin was sprinkled with female piss and now the males were about to flood her with their hot streams:
Long ones, short ones, thick, slender, hairy and bald; her eyes landed on one boy who appeared to hold an oversized salami in one hand. Sharon's mind revolted at what she was seeing. No boy's cock-or even a man's-could be that terribly big! But before she had time to look closely to confirm it, thirteen hot streams of scalding piss burst from the boys' pricks. From all directions, piss poured down onto her body as she writhed in the confines of the pit.
Several streams pounded her tits, a couple of them strumming at her erect nipples on the crowns of her tit mounds. Other streams hissed down at her cunt, bathing it with hot, stinging piss. But worst of all were the three streams aimed directly at her face. One of them cascaded against her nose. Another one swept hotly from one eye to the other, scalding drops of piss leaking in to sting them into gushing tears. The third stream battered constantly at her lips as if trying to break through to her throat. Sharon' S lips were rigidly closed, trying to keep the piss from her mouth. Then the stream on her nose found her nostrils, washing into the twin breath holes. The tortured teacher choked and finally gasped, trying to get air to her lungs. Her mouth flew open and the piss streamed in, gagging her when her mouth was full. Her throat gulped, taking it down in wet, piss-filled swallows.
Sharon tried to scream but only choked as her mind and body threatened to explode. For unending seconds she drank piss from her students' pricks and was caught up in panic with the delirious thought that the piss bath might never end.
Chapter Six
"George is our best mathematician," Abner casually explained to the distraught teacher who was locked into the old wooden stocks on her hands and knees. "He has a trick you probably haven't seen. He recites the multiplication tables while juggling three large red balls. He figures any teacher that plans on teaching him anything at all ought to at least be able to do two things at a time."
Sharon groaned. The hole in the braces pressed around her waist. At first she hadn't recognized the bondage device, since it was built differently than the drawings she had seen in books on the witchcraft trials. Instead of holes for the hands and the feet, a semicircle had been cut in the two pieces of the stocks. Fitted together, they formed a hole to trap the waist of the victim inside. The top of her body stuck out on one side while her ass jutted out from the other. The stocks were high enough to keep her on her hands and knees while the students ringed around her.
Earlier, the teacher had been pulled from the pit smelling of stinking piss. Each of the eager young torturers had laughed loudly, shying away while they held their noses. Sharon had been appalled at how filthy she was, splattered by the piss from their cunts and cocks. Not until they placed her against a wall and washed her down with stinging cold water from a hose, did she feel even halfway clean.
She had been given a bowl of cold mush, which she had wolfed down. She was starving and would have accepted anything to get the taste of piss out of her mouth and throat. She had asked for a drink but they wouldn't provide it so she went without. Then they had led her to the side of the dungeon to the old set of stocks in which she was locked.
Abner continued to talk. Sharon's mind had shut him out. Forcing herself to concentrate, she finally made sense of his words.
"George didn't want to be unreasonable and expect you to juggle eggs or knives. That would be unfair-something George isn't-so he thought up something you are qualified to do. While you recite the multiplication tables ten times, you get to suck the cum out of George's cock."
Sharon looked up in shock. She didn't believe what she had heard. Did the evil man really expect her to willingly suck the prick of one of her students while all of the rest of them watched? And what was this nonsense about reciting the multiplication tables when she had her mouth stuffed full of cock? It was the craziest thing she had ever heard of, and before she would do it, she would sit in these stocks and rot!
"Are you ready?" the principal asked.
"No!" she shouted.
"That's a shame," Abner mocked in a voice that was filled with false pity. He turned to the boy who stood beside him. "George, you get ready while I get the rest of your torture set up."
The rest of it? Sharon's mind was in a whirl. But one thing she was sure of was that they wouldn't force her to suck cum from the boy's cock. He wasn't even one of the older boys although he was far from the youngest. The previous day, one of the bigger boys had fucked his cock into her mouth when she was tied up in the bus but that was completely different. Now she had some control of the situation and she wasn't about to suck the boy's cock.
George dragged a straight-backed chair up next to Sharon's head then began to strip off his jeans. Naked from the waist down, he still wasn't satisfied and pulled off the rest of his clothes. He stood bare ass in front of the young teacher, giving her a good chance to look.
He was a tow-headed youth with a cowlick at the back of his head. His angular face showed the excitement of youth, and his body was long and firm. Between his legs, tight balls hugged firmly in their sac below a cock that arched out half-hard.
A faint swirl of blond cock hair speckled his balls and crawled up his stomach above his prick. The cock itself was long and thin, not swollen like a man's. Foreskin clung tightly to the cockhead since the boy had never been circumcised. As he stared down at the hot lips of his teacher, his prick began to stiffen and grow hard.
"No!" Sharon insisted again as the chair was pushed up to her face.
The boy plopped his naked ass down into the seat, and the head of his cock slapped the teacher's nose. Her mouth clenched down tightly, unwilling to accept his cock. To hell with the multiplication tables and sucking out cum, Sharon decided-she would just have to be firm!
Rough hands grappled around her naked ass. Something rattled to her right and Sharon glanced over at the high framework that rose from one side of the stocks. A small pulley was now lowering some long rubber tubing that ran up to a tank on the wall. It was headed in the direction of her unprotected ass and she wondered whether the principal would use it as a whip.
Something prodded her shithole. She groaned as something hard and narrow rammed into her ass. It wasn't large enough to hurt and it felt as if a pencil had poked up her shitter. Whatever it was, it was too thin to discomfort her much, and she resolved again to keep the boy's prick from her mouth.
Suddenly, a wet warmness began washing through her rectum. Sharon cried out at the unnatural sensation.
"What's happening?" she squealed as the narrow spike rammed farther up her asshole and the warmth continued to spread.
"It's an enema, bitch!" Abner snarled from where he was feeding the long nozzle into her shithole. "We're going to clean out your filthy, shitty ass!" "No! Don't!" Sharon screamed. She hadn't had an enema since she was a young child, but the memory of the gripping pain of the cramps was still a nightmare to her.
"I'll take it out of your asshole when you're through with the multiplication tables and you've sucked the cum from the boy's balls. If you don't hurry, there'll be so much water in your guts that it'll cause your intestines to explode!"
"One times one is one! One times two is two!"
"Ten times, bitch!"
"One times eight is eight!" Sharon continued. "Suck cock, cunthole! I don't stop until the cum is sucked from his balls!"
"Tooph tum threeph us siss!" Sharon mumbled as she forced her face down on the boy's narrow, cock. His prick wasn't thick but it was quite long and his cockhead bumped against the opening to her throat.
The first of the cramps gripped her as the warm water continued to pour into her shithole. She wiggled her ass, twisting her abdomen trying to give it more room. Again and again her mouth plunged down onto the boy's prick as she continued to mumble numbers.
"Sephen tum siss us fofy-tooph!"
"Louder! Louder!" the students around her screamed as they got involved in the torture. "Faster! Faster!" George bellowed as the teacher fucked her mouth down onto his cock.
Sharon tried and became frustrated. The faster she sucked cock, the softer and more muffled were her words. If she slowed enough to make the words plainer, George rammed his prick clear to her tonsils. For long minutes the teacher tried to do both to keep the kids from screaming. And all the time, warm water was pouring into her asshole causing her guts to twist and cramp.
"Aaaargh!" Sharon gargled as a severe cramp rocked through her guts.
Her abdomen had swelled, making her tummy bulge as the water filled up her guts. How many times had she recited the multiplication tables, she wondered frantically, six, maybe seven? Whatever, she never expected to make it to the end of ten before her guts burst from the pressure. And the prick in her mouth was hard as a rock, but showed no signs of starting to cum. Her mind was almost in shock from the pain of he? Body, but she fought desperately on.
Her face slammed into the boy's groin. His hard, narrow prick rode along her tongue arid hammered cockhead into the back of her mouth.
Something in her guts seemed to give way and the warmth spread clear up toward her stomach. For a few seconds the pain was relieved and she hurried through more of the recitation. She also used the time to suck hard on the boy's prick, hoping to make him cum. But before long, the new space filled up and her gripping agony returned. Her whole lower body was now bulging terribly as the water continued to run.
It must be ten. It had to be ten! She would never make it unless it was the tenth time through!
Sharon shrieked around the cock in her mouth. Something in tier guts felt as if it had been torn loose. Still the water poured into her shithole, flooding her whole intestines.
"Cum!" she screamed at the boy in her mind.
A cramp made her whole body shake.
Desperately, her mouth clutched at the boy's prick, trying to tease jism from its end. No matter how hard she sucked it, the cock shaft still stood up tall without the hint of starting to cum. As the last of the multiplication tables mumbled from her mouth, the tortured young teacher was driven to panic.
She almost screamed around the prick and drove her face furiously down onto the boy's spearing cock.
His small cockhead on the long, slender shaft rammed against the opening to her throat. The narrow tube of her gullet spread and engulfed the end of his prick. She pushed harder, jamming her nose clear into his sparse cock hair as the bulging end of his prick shaft traveled down her gripping throat.
Agony ripped her guts as a series of cramps knotted her intestines. Sharon gulped on his spearing cock shaft as if she were trying to suck it clear to her stomach. Beneath her face, the boy's hips thrust upward as he howled an animal-like scream.
"It's in her fucking throat!" the boy shouted, overcome with lust. "Her goddamn throat is making my cock cum!"
Suddenly, wetness was pouring into both ends of her body-water into her asshole and cum into her throat. The young teacher sucked his cockhead as if his squirting cum was the best thing in the world. It splashed, bypassing her mouth, and landing halfway to her stomach as the spurting cockhead was buried as far as it would reach.
Around the cock-sucking teacher, the students yelled and cheered. They could see the pulse of George's prick as it filled Sharon's stomach with cum. She had mumbled her way through the multiplication tables with her mouth sucking cock and her asshole sucking water.
Then the enema nozzle was yanked from her ass, and the braces of the stocks were thrown open so their teacher could tumble out. She rolled in pain on the floor, and Abner pointed out the door to the bathroom in the wall across the dungeon. Each of the students howled at the hilarious sight of the naked teacher stumbling desperately toward the toilet before her ass could explode and blow out the shitty water.
Some of the kids groaned with exaggerated disappointment, when she plopped her ass on the commode at the same time her shithole let go. Still the wet roar set them all giggling as they watched relief and anguish contort her face.
"Please leave me alone," Sharon moaned. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Why, teacher," the boy named Carl smiled at her, "we wouldn't dream of doing anything you wouldn't want. In fact, I was just telling my fellow students here that the experiment I designed let's you decide just what you're going to do."
Sharon glanced around. A host of angelic expressions greeted her. But the illusion wasn't helped by the fact that a couple of the older girls were as naked as jaybirds and a couple of the boys had their cocks out of their pants. The scene was like some crazy, demented school photo that looked natural except for the things that were so grossly wrong. Carl continued to ramble on. He tossed a canvas mat down onto the stone floor. "See, I'm even putting down some padding so the floor won't be so hard."
When the padding was in place, Sharon was forced down onto her naked ass. Her feet were pulled out in front of her and. lifted to a platform built more than a foot off the floor. There, her ankles were locked into clamps that kept her from shifting her legs. Rising between her calves was a two-by-four post more than four feet high with two short chains bolted in the top. The chains ended in wrist clamps, although they were far above Sharon's head.
She pondered the crazy arrangement for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. Then two of the boys lifted her up by the arms while another clamped her hands to the chains. When they released her, her bare ass sagged down to within a couple of inches from the floor. The chains held her body bent toward the post, and the platform propped her feet in the air. Her ass dangled above the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked frantically. "I can't touch the mat."
"Didn't I tell you?" Carl answered. "The padding was for me. But I'm going to give you something to sit on, Teacher-something that's harder than that floor."
He began to strip off his clothes. Sharon moaned and hung in the chains. When she thought he was naked, she glanced over and was surprised at what he wore. He had on some type of tight underwear with a hole cut out for his cock. The stiff fuck rod of his prick jabbed straight up from his balls and throbbed there in the air.
Eight inches of hard fuck muscle stood rigid, and crowned by a swollen cockhead. But the thing that caught her eyes the most was what was stuck to the shorts around and above where his prick stuck through. Sharp, jagged shavings of metal were attached to the cloth all aiming out from his crotch.
"Lift her up," Carl growled, and scooted under the naked ass of his teacher.
Sharon used the opportunity to wrap the chains around her hands through her palms so she could maintain a firm grip. Slowly, they lowered her and she could hear Carl rustling under her on the mat. When something hot and hard bumped squarely against her asshole, Sharon lifted herself on the chains.
"That's what you've got to sit on when your arms get tired, bitch!" Carl laughed sadistically. "It's my stiff, corn-holing prick. It's aimed right at your tight little asshole and your weight will shove it into your guts."
"No," Sharon groaned and pulled even more fiercely with her arms. Abner's thumb had hurt her shithole when it had reamed her out, and she wanted nothing to do with a cock in her ass. Carl's prick was so big it had hurt her cunt when he had fucked her, and she didn't even want to think about what it would do to her asshole. Better to keep herself pulled up on the chains than to suffer the pain and humiliation of his corn-holing prick.
But her arms trembled. The past two days had taken their toll. With the post between her calves she couldn't get enough leverage to pull herself directly up. Her arms were far enough out in front of her body to lose most of their strengths. And her weight was settling down on her asshole, driving the wrinkled mouth right at the cockhead of his threatening prick.
"Please don't do it!" she cried as her shithole bumped into the head of his cock again. The pressure grew there as she fought-for a renewed grasp on the chains.
"I'm not doing a damn thing!" The boy laughed loudly. "I'm just lying her. If you don't want my prick corn-holing our ass, just keep yourself up in the air. Even if you do stuff your shithole full of my cock, I'm just going to lay here real still. If you want a proper ass fucking, you are going to have to provide the motion yourself."
Sharon groaned as the pressure grew on her ass ring. Suddenly, she could feel her muscles begin to give, and she jerked herself up on the chains. The cock pressure disappeared, but the agony in her arms returned, and she knew she couldn't hang there long.
Again she settled down. Once more the cock-head pushed rudely at her asshole. Sharon's own weight was trying to shove his fuck weapon into her guts, and the young teacher cried out in frustration. Then half the cockhead crammed through her ass ring and a splitting pain rifled through her shithole. Screaming, the desperate woman hauled herself back up with her nearly exhausted arms.
It wasn't going to work. There was no way she could hold herself off his cock. Perhaps if she released just enough weight with her hands she could sit there on the top of his cock.
She tried. The pressure on her asshole grew. Her arms ached. In one split second, the entire swollen cockhead popped into her ass.
"Aaeeiii!" Sharon screamed, feeling as if she had been split in two. From somewhere her arms found the strength to yank herself off the spearing prick. But all too soon, she felt herself settle back down.
Within seconds, Carl's prick head had burrowed back into her asshole. She screamed frantically, but couldn't find the strength to pull her shithole free. "It's too big!" she cried. "It's killing me! It's splitting me in two"
"Then pull yourself off of it, bitch!" the boy hissed, remaining motionless as he had promised.
But her strength was too far-gone. Slowly she settled down on the long, thick shaft, cramming more corn-holing prick into her ass. For a few seconds, her shithole lodged halfway down his cock but her weight finally forced it on. As more and more of the ass-fucking cock rammed up her guts, the faster her ass ring adjusted.
By the time her ass had swallowed most of the cock's length, some of the splitting pain had washed away. She still felt stuffed full of throbbing prick, but it was better than the agony in her arms. If she could only settles down then remain very still, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad.
"Aaaargh!" she choked as her ass cheeks rode into the jagged, shaved metal on the front of his shorts'.
A million sharp knives were hacking at her ass flesh and she had to fight herself free. She lunged upward on the chains as far as she could, but her arms lacked the ability to pull her asshole completely off the prick. Only the cock-head was still speared in her shitter before her strength gave way again. Slowly, the thick fuck muscle ran back into her asshole as her weight carried her down. "Aaeeiii!" she screamed when the shaved metal carved at her ass cheeks again. Once more she jerked herself up his corn-holing cock, leaving the bulging cockhead lodged in her ass. Inevitably her weight bore her down again until her ass cheeks were sliced once more.
The crowd of kids cheered. Their teacher was corn-holing her ass on Carl's cock, bucking frantically up and down like she couldn't get enough of the hard reaming of her shithole. The pain was so desperately agonizing that she could never be still, so she corn-holed her shitter instead.
Her tight little ass mouth was sucking on Carl's prick as it swallowed cock meat again and again. Never before had the kids seen such furious fucking, particularly of a brown, wrinkled little asshole. Their hands went to their pricks and their fingers into their cunts, and cum flew through the air before Carl had blasted spunk up the teacher's puckered ass.
One girl leaned over and sucked on a cock, while another boy rammed a cock up her cunt. The kids were letting their lusts bubble over but the young teacher hardly knew. She was still fucking her asshole up and down around the spearing prick, even though hot cum was splashing in her guts. It wasn't until Carl rolled to the side, taking the bitter, biting metal shavings with him that Sharon's ass could be still.
Chapter Seven
Her throat was parched. Her mouth was so dry Sharon felt as if she had been eating sand. She hadn't had a drink for the better part of two days and a lot of things had happened to make her sweat. The only liquid she'd had in her mouth was male cum and the hot piss of the kids. And even that had left her more thirsty from the effects of the saltiness, and had provided little relief. As afternoon stumbled toward dusk with the young teacher back in her chains, she wondered how long she could go on. The door out of the dungeon into the dark hall rattled and the kids filed back in. The girls had all changed into little cotton shifts that were almost as short as baby doll pajamas. As the cloth moved against them, while they walked Sharon could tell that they had nothing on underneath. On the older girls, the white material tented out from their tits and draped straight down to their loins. The hems cut across the bottoms of their tight ass cheeks, while the fronts hinted at but didn't show their cunts.
On the younger girls, the shifts followed the line of their tits to flow loosely across their abdomens. Their pussies, too, didn't show through but their thighs were naked. The boys, meanwhile, wore abbreviated shorts made of some elastic material. Each of their cocks, some big and some small, bulged in the front of their crotches.
Abner also had changed. Re wore black leather trousers and a similar vest that showed most of his hairy chest. Sharon blinked once and then stared at him again when she noticed something hanging from his crotch. The principal was more than halfway across the room before she realized that the thing was his prick.
The whole front of his crotch was cut out of the design of the cloth, allowing his cock and balls to be free. His thick fuck pole waved from side to side as he walked in almost ludicrous time with his step. But things were too far-gone in the teacher's body and mind to allow any humor in the situation. All she saw when she stared at his prick was a fuck club that threatened her with damage.
"I need a drink," Sharon rasped when he drew near. The words were almost indiscernible croaks from the dry roughness of her throat.
"What did you say, bitch?" he sneered, poking his nose almost into her face.
"I'm thirsty," Sharon groaned. "I need a drink."
"Who can understand her when she can't even talk?" the principal laughed, turning his back on the desperately thirsty teacher.
One of the youngest girls stepped from the pack. "She said she wanted a drink," she called after Abner. "Do you think she's thirsty enough for us to do my experiment now?"
Sharon rolled her head to one side and cast pleading eyes on the young girl. After a few seconds she recognized her as the student who had complained on the bus about having no cunt hair. Her white cotton shift almost engulfed her tiny body, flowing down from her shoulders. Her chest was barely marked with the beginnings of swollen nipples that showed where her tits would someday be. Her short blonde hair was cropped at the middle of her ears, her button nose was slightly turned up and her lips still waited to become sultry and sensuous.
"Oh, please!" the young girl trilled enthusiastically. "Let it be my turn. Let it be my turn right now!"
The man stopped and glanced back at her. His eyes lifted to Sharon's naked body. His cock jerked and thickened as if the idea was turning him on. He turned and walked back to the bound teacher, standing so close in front of her that his prick head rubbed against the top of her hairy pussy patch.
"Are you real thirsty?" he taunted. "Thirsty enough to drink what we give you? It's not piss, or anything else that tastes real bad. In fact, there's millions of people all over the world that would almost kill to get a taste of what we're going to give you to drink."
Sharon nodded her head desperately. Anything as long as it wasn't piss. Even brackish water would seem heaven-sent, she was so thirsty.
He turned to several of the boys. "Get her out of the chains and throw a mat between the clamps on the floor. Stake this bitch down on her back then the girls can quench her goddamn thirst!"
Why would it take a bunch of girls to give her a drink? Sharon wondered as her hands were freed from the chains. Nearby, a canvas mat was pitched onto the floor between four widespread clamps. Sharon was forced down onto the padding on her back. Then her wrists and ankles were fitted into the cuffs. When the boys rose from her, the young teacher was spread-eagled out with her arms and legs like the spokes of a wheel.
Abner turned to the diminutive Julie. "Do you want to be first?"
"No, I want to be last. Let Brenda go first." The blonde girl Sharon had seen fucking Carl's cock on the bus stepped out of the circle of students and patted the smaller girl on the top of the head. She smiled her satisfaction at being picked to go first, and then walked up to stand over Sharon. From her spot on the floor, the teacher could look up under the hem of the cotton shift right into the girl's soft, furred cunt. She had been right when she had thought there was nothing beneath the abbreviated dresses other than young, succulent female flesh.
"Are you ready for your first drink?" Brenda asked as one fingertip tugged down her sensuous lower lip. Abner hovered close to the blonde girl to see that everything went as it should.
Sharon nodded her head weakly, her dehydrating body sapped of strength. She didn't see anything in the girl's hands to carry water. But it wasn't until the girl straddled her face and started squatting down that she figured out something was wrong.
"Don't piss in my mouth!" Sharon cried frantically, her words rasping out through the roughness of her throat. "You promised!
"She's not going to piss, stupid!" Abner hissed as he fell to his hands and knees. "She's going to feed you some of her tasty pussy juices. You're going to drink from her leaking cunt!"
"No," Sharon groaned and twisted at the clamps, but the cuffs held her pinned firmly on her back. Above her face, the girl's pussy flared open as her ass hunkered down.
"Suck cunt juices, bitch!" Abner growled. "It's the only drink you're going to get!"
The girl's pussy crack parted showing pink inside. The more delicate inside cunt lips flowered open like a blossom coming to life. Wispy pussy hair lined both sides of her cunt slit going back toward the puckered bud of her ass. Folds of flesh came together at the top of her gash where the small pea of her cut showed only the top of its head. The flesh was so pink it seemed almost unreal and there was a faint cunt smell as it drew near.
"I can't eat pussy!" the teacher croaked through parched lips. "Please don't make me lick cunt!"
The principal's ribald laughter filled the room.
"Then die of thirst!" he shouted. "The only moisture you get is the pussy juices you tease from her cunthole!"
Cunt mouth kissed her lips. The slickened flesh rubbed pussy grease on her parched, cracking skin. Sharon's lips felt immediately better just from the dew from the pussy flesh inside the girl's gaping slit. The teacher's eyes were staring right up into a patch of cunt hair and on beyond to the girl's tight little belly. Sharon's nose worried at the nubby little clit as the student rubbed her pussy into the teacher's face.
"Mmmmph!" Sharon tried to protest, and the stifled cry moved her lips in Brenda's cunt.
The young blonde rolled her hips from the brushing sensation and spread pussy juice all over Sharon's face. The teacher's tongue prodded up trying to push the girl's cunt from her lips and, instead, licked along half the length of the slit.
"Oh, yeah, Teacher!" the young girl exclaimed. "Lick my tight little pussy!"
Sharon was desperate. She didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life she had a cunt in her face, and it didn't help that it belonged to one of her students. Never before had she even thought about tonguing pussy, considering it something obscene.
A faint flavor of cunt spread out over Sharon's tongue from the unwitting licking she'd done. Not only was it surprisingly mellow in taste, but the moisture relieved some of the dryness of her mouth. Her nose was buried right into the top of the pussy gash and the smell was teasingly pleasant. For the first time in hours she felt herself salivate, and it came from the taste of cunt.
Uncertainty spread in her guts. She wasn't a cunt-licker, she knew that for sure, but already the dryness in her mouth had fled. Her thirst had almost consumed her and made her terribly ill, and she desperately needed moisture in her throat and tummy. Since she was being forced to eat cunt, perhaps she should use the situation to quench her thirst. She knew from her own body, that a pussy could jet out so much juice it was hard to believe. Perhaps if she could suck enough from the cunthole, she might just manage to survive.
Tentatively, Sharon parted her lips. The tip of her tongue licked along the blonde girl's pussy gash from the little clit to the mouth of the cunthole. It collected beads of moisture as it went, and Sharon sucked in her cheeks to pull the sex juice into her mouth. Almost instantly, the lining of her mouth was coated by cunt cream as the taste began to tickle at the opening to her throat.
"Lick my pussy, Teacher!" Brenda breathed heavily, rocking her hips to smear her cunt over Sharon's face. "Ram your tongue up my cunt hole and suck on my clit!"
The young girl obviously knew something about cunt licking. Certainly, from what Sharon had seen, she knew how to fuck prick and suck cock. Perhaps it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise then that such a lusty girl would be into eating pussy. She certainly had the cunt for it, the teacher thought to herself-succulent and tasty and pouring pussy juice like mad. Already a stream of cunt cream was running down the side of Sharon's chin and leaking down onto her neck.
This was really a waste, the teacher decided, when she was so terribly thirsty. Her tongue traveled down and pushed into the small cunthole, curling and ramming an inch inside. Cupped as it was, the tongue funneled the girl's pussy juices into the back of her mouth. Sharon gulped, feeling the moisture slide down her throat to relieve the dry, raspy lining.
"Fuck my cunt with your tongue!" Brenda squealed, humping her cunt into the teacher's face. The root of Sharon's tongue ached from being forced even farther up her pussy, but her throat was rewarded with more juices. She met each of the girl's thrusts with a push from her cunt-fucking tongue.
The clit, Suck on the clit, Sharon reminded herself of what the girl had said. The few times the teacher had finger-fucked herself, stroking her clit had made her own pussy pour with juice. Perhaps if she sucked on the little bud of female sex nerves just like it was a small cock, she could make Brenda's schoolgirl cunt flood.
Sharon trapped the girl's clit with her lips and sucked it up into her mouth. The tip of her tongue stroked against the small bud as she held it firmly with her teeth. Brenda's back arched as she rammed forward with her ass, almost smothering Sharon with her cunt. The girl's legs and body began trembling as groans rose from her chest. Against her face, Sharon could feel the whole cunt gash get hotter until it almost scalded her skin.
Wet heat gushed over the teacher's chin. Sharon groaned at the loss to her thirsty throat and tilted down her head. Her lips encircled the mouth of the girl's cunthole and pulled hard to build up the suction. A stream of pussy juices flowed into her mouth as she drank from the young girl's cunt.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Brenda grunted as a violent cum rocked her pussy, which was pressed into her teacher's face. Her blonde furred cunt pumped a flood of juices straight down Sharon's throat.
Sharon swallowed it all, sucking strongly for more. The pussy cream washed through her mouth and was gulped down, to spread a warmness and fullness in her stomach. Just from this one girl's pussy hole, most of the teacher's thirst had been quenched. She never realized how hot and juicy a cunt could be until she latched onto one with her mouth.
When Brenda rolled her wet ass away, Sharon thought she was done. Her thirst was no longer so desperate and her belly, for a while, felt relieved. But she had only to look up and count the number of girls waiting in line to discover that each one of the young female students in the class planned to push a leaking pussy in her face.
The next one was the oldest girl in the class, a fiery redhead with cunt hair to match. The thick mat of pussy pad crawled in a triangle almost up to the girl's deeply inset navel. The strands were thick and curly, swirling together into a tangle. It wasn't until the girl's cunt was almost to her face that Sharon could see her pouting pussy lips. Red hair even grew thickly around her brown, puckered asshole and down onto the inside' of her legs.
Sharon licked her cunt hair out of the way with her tongue to get down to the girl's hot pussy flesh. Long, curly strands tickled her nose as her whole lower face was covered by cunt muff. Inside the hairy pussy, the girl's flesh was boiling hot. Already she was pouring cunt juices just from watching Brenda's cunt being licked. The young teacher went right to work. What else could she do? She'd already eaten out one schoolgirl cunt so there was little reason to balk. And the more cunt juices she swallowed, the more critical she realized her thirst had been. She sucked cunt, swallowing the juices, as if she might never get another drink.
After Sharon sucked the red-haired pussy dry, a brown-furred one floated down onto her face. On this one the hair wasn't so thick, which made things much more tidy. Sharon slid her tongue up and long cunt gash, licking around the clit. She pulled the tingling sex bud into her mouth and gave it a little nip. The young girl yelled at the bite in her pussy and started immediately to cum. Sharon rushed her mouth down to cover the mouth of the girl's cunthole and once again drank pussy cream.
After that the students came in a swirl as the teacher's mind tried to keep up. Three more pussies mashed to her face, and three more cunt holes were sucked dry. The last cunt barely had any fur at all, and that caused Sharon's own pussy to gush. She really wasn't aware of what was turning her on, just that the last little cunthole was particularly sweet. Her tongue had left the gash completely, licking all around the cunt mound to wet the few strands of hair and stick them to the skin. By the time Sharon had sucked the juices out of that tight cunthole, she had bathed the whole pussy area clean.
Sharon gasped when the sixth girl fell away, leaving the teacher's mouth temporarily free. The root of her tongue ached from licking so much cunt, and her stomach felt full. She looked around the circle, checking them out, and decided she'd eaten the cunt of every one. Then someone moved up next to her feet and she glanced up to meet Julie's eyes.
Sharon caught her breath. A spear of sensation shot through her guts and into her cunt. Her juice-smeared mouth fell open as she stared up at the little girl.
She could see up under her short dress. The girl stood with her legs slightly parted. There wasn't a single hair on her tiny cunt. It was as bald as it could possibly be.
Sharon groaned and squirmed against the mat. She wanted to leap at the young girl and, at the same time, to hide her eyes and run away. The clamps on her wrists and ankles prevented her from doing either. All she could do was endure the blasts of heat in her pussy as Julie walked up to her body and straddled her face.
"Aaargh!" the tortured woman screamed as her body tensed and arched from the floor.
She was staring right up at the miniature pussy, and her mind was lashing her with both greed and shame. Already she had sucked six cunt holes dry but she wanted this one most of all. There was something about its bald appearance that made her tongue stiffening like a prick. And it was degrading, debasing, licentious and lewd-she tortured herself with every name in the book. But, still, when the young girl began lowering her pink, immature pussy to her face, Sharon reached out as far as she could with her tongue.
The tip of her tongue touched delicate cunt flesh. The width of Sharon's tongue was enough to reach from side to side as she pulled it along the pussy gash from end to end. The faint taste of piss spread through her mouth as she licked where the girl hadn't washed. A river of molten cum rushed through Sharon's pussy at the flavor of the young girl's piss.
"Oh, lick me!" Julie cried. "Eat my hairless pussy. Show everybody that my little cunthole is as good as that of the bigger girls!"
Better! Sharon's mind and body were going wild. She sucked one of the girl's outer pussy lips entirely in her mouth. Her upper lip groped toward the girl's thigh, covering the whole' side of her bare pussy mound., Her teeth gnawed tenderly on the girl's tender flesh as Sharon wished she could chew it up and swallow it down.
The teacher's head rocked back, then she kissed the little cunt lips. She sucked, purring pussy flesh out of the gash and working it with her mouth. Her tongue caressed it between her teeth, before she freed it and dove for the clit. The little bud was almost too small to find but she managed to ferret it out.
"Look at her eat Julie's pussy!" one of the boy's exclaimed as all of them crowded about. Most of them were on their knees and pressing close to watch the furious eating of their small companion S cunt.
"She's going to lick her asshole!" a girl giggled, wishing she had thought about screwing her own shithole down onto the teacher's tongue.
Sharon's tongue had washed along the pouting cunt slit and out the back side. Its tip found the tiny puckered bud of Julie's asshole and tried to worm inside. But the young girl's ass ring was too tight to allow anything to penetrate it. So her tongue swept back into the pussy gash and tickled at the mouth of the cunthole.
Sweet nectar was flowing freely but still the girl's pussy hole was tight. Sharon curled her tongue and managed to force it a half-inch inside, then the cunt muscles squeezed down. Her tongue felt trapped in a minuscule vice, as the girl's pussy ring grew tight. Still Sharon fucked her as much as she could, and caught the tasty cunt juices as they flowed out.
Sharon's own pussy was a volcano, erupting again and again. Never had she cum so hard and so rapidly as she was from licking the little girl's cunt. Her face was covered by flowing cream from Julie's tiny cumming cunt. They thrashed together, the teacher on her back with her youngest student pressing her cunt in her face.
Sharon screamed as her pussy exploded with sheer sexual sensation. She never remembered for sure, but she thought she ran her tongue clear up the girl's clenching cunt. She gasped and swallowed, then swallowed again as Julie's pussy juices poured in her face. And before the young student's cunthole was dry, the teacher had turned delirious and passed out.
Chapter Eight
They fed Sharon after the pussy-eating session, this time a sandwich, some carrot sticks and even an orange. She was also given as much water as she wanted to drink and the teacher realized that her thirst had been purposely built up so she would drink from the cunts of the young girls. Now that it was over she was deeply ashamed that she had allowed herself to give in. Not only had she sucked pussy juices from their cunt holes, but also she had actually craved it by the time it was through. Troubling thoughts ate at her mind as she dangled there in her chains.
But she had enjoyed it. Of that she was sure. The inside of her pussy hole was still wet from the juices that had poured out. She had cum so hard that she had even passed out, and that left her strangely confused. Mixed in with the shame and humiliation she had suffered was the beginning of a thought that nothing so exciting and pleasurable could be so totally wrong.
But she had no way to resolve her confusion and as the night dragged on, she slept fitfully in the chains. By slumping heavily against the clamps on her wrists, she could prop her naked ass against the wall. That way she managed to sleep standing up, although the amount of rest was doubtful. She was still groggy-headed and her body was sore when the class returned for her the following morning.
All of the boys still wore their loincloths but three of the girls had discarded their cotton shifts and pranced around naked. One of the three was the little girl Julie and Sharon forced her eyes away. Already that hairless cunt had set off a storm of conflicting emotions inside the teacher and she didn't want to add any more.
Abner stepped close. The black leather outfit clung to his body like a second skin. His cock jutted out from the hole in the rawhide and arched out over his balls. Never had Sharon seen that prick completely soft even after it had shot out his cum. It was as though he had some evil spirit living inside the shaft, giving it super-natural strength.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," the principal said with a sadistic, crooked smile. "Last night you ignored all of the boys when all you could think about was eating cunt. Teachers aren't supposed to play favorites when there are young minds in their care."
"It wasn't me!" Sharon cried. "You made me do it! I had to drink!" Abner laughed harshly. "Maybe the first one," he conceded. "But after that you were moaning like mad every time there wasn't cunt in your face. By the time Julie's hairless little cunt mashed to your mouth, you were almost tearing the clamps from the floor to climb up that tight, juicy hole!"
Sharon grimaced, her face and her tits going red. She knew it herself but she had hoped that the others hadn't noticed in the excitement of what was going on. Now she knew that all of her students had seen that she had gone wild while eating cunt. Never again would she be able to look them in the face, and maybe she had been ruined from ever teaching another class. She didn't know whether she would ever be able to stand up in front of a room without staring at the crotches of the boys and girls. Too much had gone on since arriving at Wynott to ever forget it, and something inside her had changed.
"We're going to give you a chance to make it up to the boys this morning," the principal instructed as he waved a hand at a couple of the students.
Two of the older boys stepped closer and began working with the clamps on her wrists. Sharon was led a few feet down tile wall and pushed down on one of the large canvas mats. The boys surrounded her in a circle with their cocks pressing against their loincloths. From the floor, the young teacher could look right up at their randy balls hanging from beneath their covered pricks. Some of the sacs were tight and almost hairless, while others drooped down covered with fur. While she watched, they stripped off their loincloths and exposed their youthful cocks.
A squeal grew in her throat as she glanced frantically around. Everywhere she looked there were cocks: big ones and small ones, thick and thin, and most of them were getting hard. She searched for the boy whose bulge had frightened her before but he was nowhere to be seen quickly, she counted the boys in the circle and discovered one of them was gone.
And then her reprieve was gone. One of the older boys tumbled to his back on the floor. His prick, rising from a wild patch of cock hair, thrust its angry, purple head into the air. His fingers held the base of the thick shaft, pointing the swollen cockhead directly up. His cock twitched in excitement.
Two of the other boys lifted Sharon by her armpits and carried her over to the student's prick. They positioned her over the upright fuck pole, then lowered her. Bulging cockhead pressed into her pussy slit then ground into her cunthole. Sharon groaned from the tight fit in her dry pussy, but the boys didn't bother with her complaint. Slowly she settled down onto the spearing prick shaft until it was buried all the way up her cunt.
"Damn, this bitch has a tight pussy!" the boy beneath her hissed in delight. "I didn't believe teacher cunt could squeeze my cock this hard!"
It felt silly in the circumstances, but Sharon wanted to reprimand him. Just because she was a few years older didn't mean her pussy hole would be stretched all out of shape. To teach him, she squeezed down with her cunt muscles to grip sharply on his hard shaft.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "It's like a vise clear from my cockhead to my balls!"
What am I doing? Sharon's mind silently wondered. She immediately released the pressure on his prick. To her horror, she recognized that the student was raping her and she had been trying to show him how tight her pussy really was! The whole thing had turned completely demented and it was confusing her mind. She had been chained, whipped, raped and forced to eat cunthole despite her pleas and cries. There were no chains on her body at the present, but her mind was still bound by the values she had learned throughout her life. Whatever happened, she had to resist the torturous plundering of her flesh.
But the resistance was mostly in her mind since the boys were too strong for her. She was impaled on the hard prick of one of her students and another one was tugging at her bead. His fingers curled tightly into her hair. Her face was forced down to his prick pole that jutted up from his hairy balls.
For a second she resisted there on her knees with her tits forced down onto the first boy's chest. But his swollen cockhead just battered against her nose until she finally opened her lips. The musk smell of male crotch wafted up into her nostrils as her mouth accepted the thick fuck meat of his prick. Its saltiness skimmed along her tongue as the cockhead rode to the back of her mouth.
Sharon groaned. It was all happening again. She had a thick cock lodged against her tonsils while another one prodded up her cunt. Both boys strained to drive their cocks as far as they could as if trying to touch cock heads in the middle of her body.
The prick in her mouth pulled outward until just the cockhead was lodged in her lips. 'Sharon knew what was coming and she closed down with her mouth. Left open, the boy would drive hard fuck pole freely into the back of her mouth, and she had learned by tough experience that the tender flesh there would easily bruise.
When the cock thundered back into her mouth1 the teacher's lips, tongue and cheeks slowed it down, adding pressure and friction to the mouth-fucking prick as it rammed back to her tonsils. By protecting her throat, she had given the boy a tight face- fuck, and he groaned and arched forward with his hips.
"She's a great cock-sucker!" he hissed. "Her mouth is as tight as any pussy I've ever fucked!"
The student beneath her was also busy, ramming his hard cock up her cunt. Her pussy ring squeezed on the shaft, running a tight circle up and down his prick as he fucked.
"Screwing her cunthole is like trying to fuck a knothole two sizes too small!" the boy exclaimed. Her pussy had begun to pour juices to protect itself, but still the fuck pit was deliciously tight.
Saliva leaked from the corners of Sharon's lips. Like her cunthole, her mouth was protecting itself with spit to grease the way for the thrusting prick. The cock shaft glided back and forth along her tongue as he fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt.
Hands pawed at her ass cheeks and Sharon was aware that another student had joined the threesome on the mat. He was on his knees behind her ass, feeling up her creamy flesh. Fingers spread her ass crease.
A fingertip prodded her shithole. It wormed around the wrinkled little bud searching for a way inside. Pushing one half of her ass ring to the side, the fingertip wiggled in. It lodged in her tight asshole up to the first knuckle and Sharon moaned around his mouth-stuffing cock. It felt like her shitter had become even more tightly closed by the pressure from the cunt-fucking prick.
"Corn-hole her shitty ass!" Abner laughed sadistically. "Shove that boy prick into her asshole!"
The young teacher groaned. Already she had two cocks in her body. It frightened her to think that another one might be screwed into her ass while her mouth and cunt were filled up.
She heard the boy spit into his hands to rub the moisture into the head of his prick. Then the swollen fuck knob at the end of his cock bumped roughly against the closed mouth of her ass. His finger had been quickly swept aside to make room for his much thicker prick.
"No!" Sharon cried, lifting her face from the cock fucking her mouth. "Don't shove your prick in my ass!"
The boy at her head grew angry. His hands yanked harshly in her hair.
"Suck my cock, bitch!" he screamed and forced her lips back down onto his prick. He rammed his cockhead brutally into the back of her mouth, hammering at the tender flesh.
Hands wrapped tightly around the front of her hips. She could feel heavy balls hanging down onto the base of his cunt-fucking prick. There was only an inch of separation between her cunt slit and asshole and she was frightened that two cocks would be too much. There wasn't room, she thought desperately, to have two thick pricks jammed almost into the same place.
Her ass ring was pressed in then forced open. Painfully it parted until the throbbing cockhead burst inside.
"Aaaargh 1" Sharon shrieked around the mouthful of prick that was rammed clear to the opening of her throat. Already, the mouth of her shitter felt as if it was tearing and the boy didn't have more than an inch of the prick in her guts.
"It feels like a pair of pliers is gripping my dick!" the student exclaimed.
"Ram it in, boy!" Abner urged. "Corn-hole that shitter with your prick!"
Long inches of hard, throbbing cock were forced into the young teacher's ass. She groaned heavily and wanted to scream, but each time she tried, she gagged on the cock hammering into her mouth.
"I can feel his fucking cock in her pussy!" the third boy cried as his prick sank deeply into Sharon's ass.
His cockhead rubbed along the thin membrane-separating rectum from cunthole and pressed against the shaft of the pussy-stuffing prick.
"I can feel it too! " the cunt-fucker exclaimed. "It's running up the shaft of my cock!"
Sharon was almost delirious. She also could feel the cocks rubbing together through the scant barrier between her ass and cunt. Her whole groin felt stretched out of shape as the boys' pricks burrowed inside her. It seemed as though they were in there together-as if there was just one big hole in her body. Ml the time, the other student held her head tightly by the hair and fucked his prick firmly into her mouth. All three of her fuck holes were stuffed full of hard, throbbing cock!
The girls near Sharon were amazed. None of them had ever seen a triple-fuck. They crowded near, infiltrating the circle of boys so they could watch the reaming out of their teacher's mouth, cunthole and ass. Giggles began erupting as they watched her gaping fuck holes swallow up prick. Hands found little cunts and began stroking on tingling clits. Several of the idle boys had cocks in their hands, beating them extra hard.
Suddenly Sharon's arms were grabbed, first one then the other. Her fingers were forced open, then pressed around hot, rigid pricks. As soon as she had the cock shafts gripped in her fists, the two boys began to fuck. Now five cocks were busy with her body, and the young teacher was totally dazed.
"Fuck your prick into her face!" one of the girls urged. "Cram cock up her cunt!" another one giggled.
"Corn-hole her sucking ass!" a third cried, her hand rubbing hard at her own cunt. Two fingers were driven far up her pussy hole, and she collected cunt juices in her hand.
The boys fucking Sharon's fists were also busy, ramming their cocks through her tight fingers. In an almost automatic reaction, the teacher had begun to jerk with her hands to jack off their youthful pricks.
"Look at your horny bitch teacher!" Abner exclaimed, urging the band of students on. "Somebody get down there and get busy on her tits!"
Not one, but two of the other boys fell to their knees at the sides of Sharon's body. Her back was almost parallel to the floor as one student pulled at her hips and another one at her face. Her full-mounded tits were pressed against the chest of the boy beneath her, crushed against his flesh.
The two boys on their knees at her sides' spat in their hands and rubbed moisture into their cock heads, then attacked her tit flesh. Their hard cocks ran between her tits and the boy's chest, fucking the tight junctures as if they were pussies. Her nipples were painfully stretched when the cock heads thrust through, compressing her tit flesh back toward her ribs. Now seven cocks were fucking somewhere on her body, something the teacher could hardly believe.
"She's got more than half of them," a voice gasped. "Look at all of those pricks driving home!"
And it was true. Every cock punishing Sharon's body was brutally on the move. Throbbing fuck shafts fucked through both of her fists as she stroked them with her hands. Her left tit was particularly brutalized by the oversized cock hammering between her nipple and the boy's chest. Her right tit was also almost being rubbed raw by a piston fleshy pole.
The teacher's mouth dribbled spit. It ran down both sides of her chin. The prick shaft was viciously hammering cockhead against the back of her mouth. Her tongue was pressed to the bottom of her mouth by the bulging prick that she sucked.
Her asshole was gaping and sore. It was stretched open by male fuck muscle corn-holing into her guts. Each time prick rammed into her ass, it rocked her body forward. The motion pumped her cunt up and down on the cock that was stuffing her pussy hole full. The two cocks crammed into her lower body pushed her bones and muscle aside with their combined thundering fuck.
All around her, pricks attacked her. They came from every direction. Each of them was swelling up in its lust from being fucked in or against the teacher's body.
Sharon's body was going wild. Her fingers clenched around the rigid pricks in her hands. As she stroked she could feel the boy's balls tighten against the sides of her fist.
The cock in her mouth was swelling. Its already bulging cockhead was growing bigger. The ball sac that had been slapping under her chin was tightening against her skin. The whole shaft pressing down her tongue felt larger than it had been when it had started fucking her mouth. Instinctively, Sharon knew that the boy's cum was starting to boil and it wouldn't be long until his spunk blasted hotly into her mouth.
Strange sensations were stirring far up in her guts as fuck pole corn-holed into her ass. The pain of her stretched ass ring had mostly died and so had the feeling of taking' a 'shit. Now there were sparks shooting through her intestines every time the cockhead drilled up her asshole. The feeling was igniting a fire at the base of her spine, and then pushing the heat up into her guts.
The cock in her cunt was also having an effect. Her pussy juices had spread from the first, but now they had begun to pour. Her cunthole swallowed the warmth of the boy's prick with some heat of its own. The friction up her pussy tube was also stirring the blaze that had begun to burn up her lower spine. It felt as if a lightning bolt were about to strike and blast her whole body into another world.
All seven of the boys were panting and thrusting strongly with their hips. Whether fits, hands1 mouth, cunt or asshole, the teacher's body had brought them close to the point of their cum. Without knowing it, they were matching the time of their explosions so they would all blast cum at the same time. There was something about the fucking eight-some that had molded them all into one lusty animal.
"I'm going to cum!" one of the hand fuckers moaned. "She's jacking jism from my prick!"
The other boy fucking Sharon's fist only groaned, as his own cum boiled up from his balls.
"Get ready, hot face-pussy!"' one boy growled as his hands pulled sharply at Sharon's hair. "I'm going to fill that goddamn mouth with my spunk!"
"Her tits are driving me wild!" another boy shouted, and the other tit-fucker agreed. His own cockhead was blossoming like a mushroom as he thrust again at the firm flesh of her tit.
The boy behind her merely howled as he drove his prick all the way into his teacher's ass. The cock in her cunt swelled magnificently as Sharon felt the wave of cum ripple down the shaft.
Then everything exploded. The pricks all went wild. Spunk was blasting from every cockhead that assaulted the young teacher's body. Thick gobs rocketed out from both of her fists and splashed on her shoulders and back. Cum sizzled against both of her tits and coated her tingling nipples. Suddenly, the cream erupting from the end of the face-fucking prick filled up the back of her mouth. Sharon gulped, swallowing it down so her mouth could be filled up again. In her cunt, a cockhead reached far up her pussy channel and jerked against the opening to her womb. Hot cum bathed the end of the channel and leaked back to spill from her cunt. The fire in her guts was flooded by sticky wetness as the prick poured hot cum into her ass.
It was too much for the young woman' and it knocked her almost senseless. Everywhere, throbbing pricks were pouring out cum into and over her. The heats in her own spine had reached the point of eruption, and violent sensations shook her body. Her muscles tensed as she grew rigid, then she howled a desperate scream. Her entire existence was caught in a cumming explosion that blasted her mind into oblivion. As seven cocks poured their jism inside and all around her, the young teacher added some cum of her own.
Chapter Nine
There was no rest for the young teacher after the seven boys blasted their cum into and over her body. As the first ones had rolled to the side with their cocks losing some of their rigidness from having blasted their balls, others of the boys fell onto Sharon's body and began fucking her anew.
Hands grabbed her feet and twisted her over onto her back, then a thick slab of fuck meat was screwed into her cunt. A pencil-thin cock was slid between her lips to pump there along her tongue. One young boy bit her viciously on the tits as her pussy and mouth was fucked. And, as soon as the new teacher-fuckers were through, more of them fell into place.
For more than two hours, more student pricks hammered into one fuck hole or the other. By the time they were through, all of the boys had had at least one turn, and some of them had gone a second time around. When all of their cocks seemed satisfied, Abner flipped her back over onto her tits. He crammed his hard cock through her shithole, then pounded hard, almost corn-holing her to death.
But just because all the pricks in the room were temporarily satisfied didn't mean that the of the teacher was through. Abner cleared that up in a hurry, as Sharon lay cum splattered on the canvas and breathing hard.
"Now that you've made it up to the boys, it's time for your day to begin," he said in a voice that was flatly matter-of-fact.
"I can't do any more," Sharon groaned, collapsing heavily on the mat.
''Oh, I think you can,'' the evil principal taunted. "You just need the right motivation."
She was lifted by four of the boys and carried down the length of the enormous room. She was dropped onto the stone floor where a metal railing like a railroad track had been laid. She lifted her weary head and could see that the railing transcribed a twenty-foot circle in the floor.
A skinny boy stepped up beside the principal. His long cock still hung down in front of his naked balls. Sharon recognized him as one of the boys that had first screwed his cock against her tits. Dry flakes of his own dried cum clung to the shaft of his boyish prick.
Abner introduced him to the battered teacher. "This is Aaron, our railroad expert in the class. You seemed to like hairless cunt so much last night that what he has for you seem particularly appropriates. Aaron's experiment is going to give you a chance to get a bald pussy of your own."
What did he mean? Sharon wearily looked around. The boy had left Abner's side to bring something from the closet inset in the wall. Sharon half expected some kind of scissors or a razor if it could take off the hair of her cunt. Instead, the boy carried a large, box device back across the room dragging something on a cord behind. When he set the box down on the rail a few feet in front of her, Sharon could see that it was some kind of a car.
On the bottom, a metal device fitted over the railing and four wheels at the corners propped it up from the floor. Aaron opened the side and Sharon could see a large motor that would drive it around the circle. The box was extra sturdy and looked powerful for such a device. The cord from its back was several feet long and ended in a pad that looked suspiciously like a bicycle seat. Looking at it more carefully, however, Sharon could see that it curved almost like the filled crotch of a pair of jeans.
"No," Sharon moaned as she was forced over onto her stomach with her ass pointed back toward the car-like device.
Someone grabbed her around her hips and pulled her ass into the air. A foot kicked her thighs apart and hands pressed the pad to her cunt. It wrapped from just below her navel through her legs to cover up her asshole with its edge. It fitted over her entire pussy patch of cunt hair and clung to it like super glue. The material of the padding was like that of the slow whip that had tormented her, and Sharon knew she was completely stuck.
Behind her, the motor of the small car whined. The cord was pulled tight between the back of the device and her cunt immediately the pad was ripped painfully from her skin, but clung tightly to her pussy hair.
"Ouch!" the young teacher screamed and came immediately to her hands and knees.
The car had started to pull away around the track and Sharon crawled backward after it to keep it from pulling painfully at her cunt hair. The car wasn't fast but it was persistent, with enough power to tug her along. Her hands and knees were quickly bruised against the stone floor as she crawled in reverse, led by the pad on her cunt.
"Get this thing off me!" she yelled as she completed the first circle. "It's tearing at my pussy hair!"
"Just like Aaron designed!" the principal bellowed with glee. "Now we get to see just how much you want to keep that fur on your cunt!"
Sharon couldn't believe it. She was naked and crawling backward in front of all the kids. Her cunt hair was locked tight to the retreating pad. Already she had lost a few strands around the edges when she had stumbled once with her hands. The skin of her pussy mound where the hair had been, was stinging with pain. Angry red skin showed where the hair had been ripped out and the rest of her cunt muff was pulled tight.
"I can't do it!" she screamed as she clumsily backed up. "It's killing my hands and knees!"
"Then lay down, bitch!" Abner roared at her. "It won't take but a second to snatch that pussy clean!"
The heel of her hand landed hard on a deep bruise, and Sharon's arm collapsed from the pain. Her chin slammed brutally against the stone floor and her tits crushed down on the stone. Immediately, she was being dragged along with the floor scraping the nipples of her chest. Her scream began as one of pain, then heightened to one of horror. Between her legs, every pussy hair she owned had pulled tight and was tugging violently at her skin.
The hair and the material of the pad were twice as strong as the grip of her pores. A patch of pussy muff on the right side of her cunt slit tore loose then every one of the strands began to let go.
"Aaeeiii!" the young teacher screamed as her pussy hair was ripped free.
In one moment her whole cunt mound had been torn completely bald. Her body lurched as it was set free of the pull of the device. She rolled to her back, and her hands flew to her pussy and searched it, but there wasn't a strand of hair to be found. Instead, the whole cunt area was a brilliant red from small specks of blood where the pores had been destroyed. As her panicked eyes watched, the pad bounced along on the floor, retreating with every hair from her cunt.
Sharon's pussy was also the point of torture for the next student's experiment, this time one of the younger girls whose tender years had been spent on a ranch in one of the drier local valleys. Her experience with animals had grown into a fascination that even stretched to the bugs that crawled on the ground. With a little help from one of the older boys in class she had designed a clear plastic device that fitted around Sharon's lower body.
It came up to within two inches of her navel and her ass was trapped inside. The walls of the device surrounded her lower trunk but remained an inch off her skin. The edges curved in, fitting tightly with rubber padding against the young teacher's flesh. It felt as though her ass and cunt were trapped in a fishbowl into which all of the students could see. There was also a small tube that fitted into the mouth of her cunthole. It spread her pussy ring open and she could feel fresh air clear into her cunt.
"Cindy has brought along a few of her friends to entertain you," Abner explained. "Although I can't say much for their manners. No matter what she tells them they won't wear shoes and they take bites out of everything they can find."
All of the students found that hilarious as the young girl approached their teacher. Sharon was standing in the middle of the dungeon with her arms suspended upward by chains from the ceiling. The hard plastic device locked her legs in place so she couldn't even kick with her feet. The student reached into a sack and brought out a small metal box. She thumbed the top aside and tilted it down to Sharon's abdomen, where she flicked a small door open in the top of the plastic. Thumping the box on one corner, she poured more than a hundred scurrying ants into the device in which the teacher's ass and cunt were trapped.
"No!" Sharon squealed as the ants began to run about.
Quickly, some of the insects found the plastic bridge of the outside of the tube that ran into Sharon's cunthole while others used the rubber padding at the edges as pathways to the teacher's skin. Within seconds, the ants were swarming around her ass and pussy mound, some of them even finding their way into her cunt gash next to the plastic tubing: All of them seemed confused and excited by their new environment and not a single one of them was still.
"Stop them!" Sharon screamed. "Take this thing off me and get those ants away!"
The skin of her bald pussy mound was still stinging from where her cunt hair had been pulled out, and the scurry of the ants made matters ten times worse. Everywhere the ants went, they scratched at her flesh with their barbed feet. Many of them climbed over the small dots of ripped pores, digging into the specks of torn flesh. Several of them also crawled up her ass crease and tickled across her puckered asshole.
Sharon had never liked bugs in the least little bit and was always panicked to find one on her skin. Now more than a hundred of them was loose on her body, paying particular attention to her asshole and cunt slit. They tread through the thin sheen of moisture inside her cunt lips and nipped at her tender flesh.
"They're biting me!" the teacher shrieked, lifting all of her weight with her hands.
Her bare toes came free of the floor but it did nothing to disturb the ants. They continued to run about and bite at her cunt, and some of them even nipped at the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. The only blessing was the plastic tube that was plugging her cunthole, keeping the ants from getting inside.
"I can't stand it!" Sharon blubbered, quickly losing control.
Abner laughed and turned to the young girl. "Time for part two, Cindy," he said. "Your teacher doesn't understand yet how bad it can get."
The girl giggled and reached back into her sack. She drew out a piece of tubing that had a glass bulge in the middle. Seals covered both ends of the tubing as another hundred ants tumbled around in the center. As two of the boys held Sharon's legs to keep her still, Cindy popped the seals. She leaned down right at her teacher's pussy and slid one end of the glass pipe into the tubing that spread open the mouth of Sharon's cunt. The other end she placed to her own lips and blew as hard as she could.
The glass was too slick for the ants to hold on and all one hundred of them were blown into the teacher's cunt by the sharp blast of air quickly, Cindy pulled the device free and stepped back so all of the kids could watch. Sharon's eyes bulged when she felt the ants tumbling into her pussy hole and being swept clear to the closed end of her pit. Within seconds, the new ants were scurrying about the walls of the inside of her cunthole searching for a way to get out. Beads of moisture from Sharon's pussy juices slowed them down, infuriating the little bugs. They began snapping together like little mandibles, trapping pussy flesh in their bites.
"Shiiiit!" the teacher howled.
It was a nightmare come true. The horror of the pussy-biting bugs was bitterly real. Again she tried to climb the chains as if she could get away, and actually got six inches off the floor before her arms gave out.
Around her, the students were exploding with laughter as they watched their teacher's panic and pain. The woman's thrashing and delirious screaming was actually turning them on. More than a few cocks in the young crowd had lengthened and stiffened, and many of the cocks were deliciously wet. All of the children were learning the true delights of giving torture, taught by the hulking, leather-clad man.
"Part three!" Abner hissed to the young girl at his side, and she nodded to two of the boys.
As she dipped her hand back into the 'sack, the boys unsnapped tile device from Sharon's groin. Her arms were the next things to be set free and her hands swept down to brush away the ants swarming over her ass and pussy mound. She slapped at them, crushing them against her skin, but howled in frustration when there was nothing she could do about the ones that were crawling madly inside her cunthole.
Sharon glanced over. Cindy was holding an oversized dildo in one hand. The huge, phony fucker was as black as sin and shaped like a brutal cock. It was almost a foot long and several inches thick, but the crazed teacher didn't care. She snatched the dildo from the young girl's hands and crashed to her ass on the floor. She lifted her bald cunt up by pushing on her feet as her shoulders drove against the mat. Like a spear, she thrust the massive false cock at her cunthole, shoving three inches of it inside.
She screamed again, then growled like a trapped animal and shoved the huge rubber cock on into her pussy. Ants were crushed against the walls of her cunthole as the tremendous shaft drove to the end. Then Sharon pumped it into her tortured cunt trying to kill the rest of the ants. Brutally she fucked herself over and over until the insects were nothing but mush.
Sharon was spread-eagled on the floor. She was locked into the four widely spaced clamps as she had been before. But this time all the slack had been taken out of the adjustment and her muscles and flesh were stretched tight. Her arms and legs formed four right angles and she couldn't move at all.
She knew the boy. She had seen him in class and Abner had introduced him to her before. He was Wendall, the electronics expert of, the classroom, who had fixed up the lights in the dungeon. Now he had his teacher at his mercy.
Three electrical leads came out of a control box and ended in small alligator clamps. Wendall bent over his teacher's naked, body with two of them in his hands. He leaned over, reaching for her tits, and clipped two of the toothed attachments to her swollen nipples. The little metal teeth bit sharply into the nub of her tit mound, sending darts of pain into her cunt. Soon, however, the nipples numbed a bit and most of the piercing agony died. Then the boy moved down her body, holding the third wire in his right hand. His left fingers reached down and spread the top of her bald cunt slit, worming out the head of her clit in the process.
The alligator clip opened its mouth in his fingers. It dipped into her pussy gash. When her cut was encircled, his fingers set it free. Sharp, tiny teeth closed down on her tingling bud of sex nerves and made the poor teacher shriek. It took almost a minute for the clit to grow numb enough to make the pain even halfway bearable. But that was just a preliminary for the torture she'd endure even though she thought the metal bite was more than she could stand.
"Nerves work with electricity, a lot like wires," the boy explained in an elementary way. "At least they can be fired to carry their own sensation by applying a little bit of power."
"Don't do that!" Sharon gasped as the boy backed toward the control box on the floor. "Don't shock my tits and cunt!"
"It's all right," Wendall answered' pushing his eyeglasses up on his nose. They were the only things he wore on his naked body. "I tried it out on Miss Snyder but I've fixed it since then. I promise I won't burn up any pussy meat."
He couldn't have frightened Sharon more if he had taken a knife to her throat. At last she knew what had happened to the mysterious Miss Snyder, and she was about to get a dose of the same. Electricity was right up there with bugs among the horrors to the young teacher's mind; and both her cunt and her tits were wired up. The boy had virtually admitted that he had fried his previous teacher's pussy and now Sharon was the one at the end of the wires.
"Oh, nooooool" Sharon howled as the boy slightly turned the knob on the top of the box.
Her cut and her nipples immediately began to tickle as electricity began to pulse into her flesh. It came in short little bursts broken by equal pauses. The relief didn't give her body time to recover but it caused the current to pulse like drops of water from a faucet.
It wasn't painful yet, but it was scary. Even its light touch was enough to terrify the teacher and she sobbed loudly in frustration. She couldn't move at all, so there was nothing she could do but lie there and be shocked.
Wendall's fingers toyed with the knob again. The current hiked to twice its previous level. Still it was nothing more than an excited tingle and made her clit and nipples go hard. But now Sharon could actually feel the nip of the electricity as it flowed in short, regular spurts.
"Help meeee!" the teacher shrieked as sweat broke out on her brow.
She could see the knob Wendall was twisting and it hadn't even turned a quarter of the way around. His fingers were again on the move and the current jumped in strength. Sharon wailed at the edge of panic as her body was shocked.
The kids looked on, once again enthralled at the sight of their teacher's body captured by pain. All of them knew from the experiment with Miss Snyder that the knob was a long way from inflicting damage. But panic and fear blended with the right stimulation could cause a person to lose control. Their new teacher was on the brink of being driven senseless and it was fascinating to watch.
Wendall was quickly correcting the level of the power. The teacher's body had tasted the current so it was now a matter of bringing it up to its proper strength. He twisted his wrist to the final setting on the knob, then stepped back with the others to watch.
Sharon's eyes flew open, stretching wide until they hurt. Her tits were leaping about on her chest, made to dance by the electricity pouring through her nipples. Her legs had gone completely stiff in reaction to the current in her clit. Her entire body now felt the effects of the power, as every nerve seemed to jump. She tried to scream, but the electricity stole her breath and left her with nothing more than an agonizing squeal.
Her cunthole flooded with pussy juices. All of her sex nerves were on fire, caused by the current. Her clit swelled up to almost twice its size and sent bolts of sexual pleasure through her cunt. On her chest, her nipples jutted out severely, also charging up every sexual nerve. Quickly, her body was pushed up onto the crest of a wave of a tremendous cum that threatened never to break and crash.
Along with the pleasure was pain. All of her sensors were also alive. The sensations flowed, blending together until she could no longer tell them apart. Pleasure became pain, and pain pleasure, as her body was turned inside out. Her mind was on fire from all of the stimulation that her body was firing at once.
"Aaeeiii!" she screamed, breaking the current's lock on her chest.
Her massive cum poured through her cunt. The tortured teacher didn't even know when it ended, since she'd already blacked completely out.
Chapter Ten
It was later that day that Sharon learned why the other boys had left one youth out of the fuck session. He was the one the teacher had briefly spotted when all the boys had been getting ready to piss all over her naked body.
"This is Rudy" Abner introduced a rather fine-looking youth. "He didn't need to design an instrument of torture since his body came with one of its own."
Sharon had been placed on a small padded table that reminded her of the one in a gynecologist's examining room. Metal stirrups rose on shiny bars with the footrests fitted with clamps. She had been thrown naked on top of the table, then her feet locked into place. A shove on her shoulders leveled her cunt and ass upward off the end of the table. Her pussy gash was spread by the uncomfortable position, and two straps across her body kept her pinned there.
It was then that the boy stepped out from the crowd and took his place beside the sadistic principal. The man reached down in front of the youth to the loincloth that still covered his groin. With a showy movement, Abner ripped it off and exposed the boy's mighty cock.
Sharon gasped. There were no words she could think of to describe what she saw. Her unbelieving eyes riveted to the massive slab of fuck meat that arched out from the boy's balls.
"Quite a fine prick for a boy, isn't it, Miss Jenkins?" the principal mocked the bound teacher, waving a hand toward the oversized fuck pole.
It was more than that, Sharon thought desperately. It was enough to make most horses proud. Almost twelve inches of thick cock hovered like a bent divining rod, and the damn thing wasn't even completely hard. The balls draping below the monstrous thing were too big for her to cup in one hand. It would take both sets of her fingers to reach around the shaft, and the cockhead was as large as a small apple sitting on End of the pole.
"I can't fuck that!" the young teacher exclaimed. "My cunt's not that big!"
Just looking at it made her pussyhole hurt and the bones of her pelvis begin to ache.
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Abner smiled crookedly. "But it does need a little lubrication. Do you think you could get that cockhead clear into your mouth?"
The suggestion was ludicrous! She didn't want that thing fucking her pussy or her mouth. The lips of either one were likely to tear just from shoving the cockhead in.
But it wasn't her decision. The clamps and the straps saw to that. A small box for the boy to stand upon was dragged down behind her head then a lever was released on the table. The front end of the platform collapsed and her head fell, her neck arching painfully backward. Abner grabbed one of her ears and Carl the other, and they held her face motionless as the massive cock swung in her face.
The boy used both hands to guide the swollen end of his mighty fucker to her lips, which were curled open into a frightened circle. The hot meat of his cockhead plugged up the entrance to the cavern of her mouth. Even though her reaching for the sky. Sweat broke out on her body and began to run along her curves. Her cunt was pouring thick juices around the overly thick fuck meat of the boy.
When he rocketed his spunk into her, it felt like an explosion in her cumming cunt. Her whole body stiffened against the straps as her hips thrust to force more of the horse cock into her cunt. Bolts of pure fucking pleasure were ripping through her guts, and she howled like a sex-driven animal as she lost herself in primordial lust.
Sharon brought her legs together, squeezing with her thighs. Her cunt was still sensitive from being fucked by Ruby's enormous prick. Just rubbing her cunt lips together with the pressure of her legs was enough to set off a blaze of sexual fire that speared through her whole body.
Cunt. Cute, lickable cunt. She no longer minded admitting to herself that her mouth watered at the thought. And cock. Delicious boy cock. Why had she denied herself for so long. When it had been so readily available?
She glanced.' around the dungeon. Just a couple of days ago, it had frightened her to the core. Now that fear was blended with equal parts of excitement as she squirmed from the memory of the pain. All of the sensations-both pleasure and pain-had blended together and were no longer separated in her mind. Her skin even ached for the kiss of the slow whip, and even the thought of ants in her cunt made her excited.
The boy's massive horse cock bad finally pushed her through the door that had been opening since she had first arrived at the school. Sex before had been gentle but boring, but the field trip had certainly altered that. Now it was wild and wicked, and something she eagerly anticipated to the point where she could hardly be still.
"What will they do next?" she asked herself, looking over at the heavy door that led into the dungeon.
Soon the kids would return with more of their designs for torture, and Shar6n could hardly wait. The past few days had awakened something inside her, a demon she was desperate to feed.
"Come on," she moaned, her eyes glinting with lust. "Come on and punish me now."
