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Chapter Two: Historical Torture
Tami's classmates were seated quietly when she was led into the room. Clearly they were shocked at seeing her unclothed body, her breasts and sex still bright red from their beating. Mr. Mason moved her next to his desk at the front of the room and told her to sit down on the edge of the desk. Tami tried, but the excruitating pain of her bottom forced her back up and Mr. Mason laughed.
"Okay, fine, Tami. Stand next to the blackboard please, facing the class." He ordered.
Tami moved to the wall as Mr. Mason rummaged around in his desk, finally removing two thin pieces of string.
"As you all know, Ms. Edwards will be receiving different punishments from her other teachers for the remainder of the day. Ms. Edwards? If you resist or refuse to cooperate, I can promise you that there will be another assembly called. Now place your hands behind your head." Mr. Mason ordered.
Tears once more welled in her eyes, but she followed his order, knowing she could never survive a second assembly. Mr. Mason held up the first string and Tami saw that one end of the short, six inch, string was tied in a loop.
Mr. Mason's fingers reached out and very softly began stroking Tami's left breast, concentrating on the nipple. Tami groaned, sucking in her breath, but the soft touch contrasted with the still painful heat and she felt her nipple puckering, each tiny nub of flesh contracting and then popping out.
Mr. Mason smiled and slipped the loop of the string over her nipple, pulling it snuggly, but not tight. The other breast needed no caress but he repeated the process anyway, enjoying the feel of her nipple, then looping the string around the delicate nub. He took both strings in his hands and then gave a sharp pull, tightening the loops and eliciting a sharp squeal of protest from Tami.
"Give me your hands." He ordered. Tami dropped her arms and held out her wrists.
Mr. Mason crossed her hands below her breasts, taking the string from her left nipple, and tying it tightly to the thumb of her right hand. The right breast was tied to her left thumb. Each string was then only three inches long and Tami suddenly found that she couldn't rest her arms on her abdomen without tugging on her breasts.
"You will remain like that until your next class, presuming Dr. Cook wants to remove them." Mr. Mason said, turning back to the class.
Tami held her arms up as Mr. Mason began a brief over view of the test scheduled for the following day. As he went over the answers, Tami felt her arms tiring and she tried to prop them up. No matter what position she tried though, the string wasn't long enough and tugged painful on her nipples. Soon her breasts were stretched out, a grimace of pain etched on her face as her tired arms were held up by her breasts.
The bell rang and Mr. Mason told her to stay put as her classmates left. Heather stayed the longest, looking at Tami with pity and sorrow in her eyes. Soon Mr. Mason took Tami's hand, tugging it softly to pull at her breast.
"Let's go, Ms. Edwards. Dr. Cook is looking forward to you participating in his lecture." Mr. Mason led her out of the classroom and into the hall. The crowd of students loitering outside was twice the normal amount and a clear path formed to allow Mr. Mason to escort her across the campus. A few whistles and cheers came as she stumbled once, yanking painfully on her breasts. The made it without further incident and Mr. Mason turned her over to Dr. Cook.
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