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"What the fuck were you thinking, dumb cunt?"
Anne looked at Morris in alarm. He had stormed into her room after she had lain awake for over an hour worried that the girls might have seen the sperm in her hair, but also itching to touch herself.
"Get out of bed and kneel, when I am talking to you, stupid bitch!" Morris looked genuine furious.
Had the girls told him they had seen her with sperm in her hair? Anne got out of bed and knelt on the floor.
"What did you do in the loo, slut?"
Anne tried to collect her thoughts.
"I.. I stripped and waited and then someone came in and ... and he stuck his cock through a hole in the partition. And I thought ..." Her voice trailed off.
"You thought? What makes you think I want you to think, bitch? What did you do?"
"I ...," she blanched having to say it out loud. "I jerked him off."
Morris shook his head.
"You are too stupid even to be a whore. Jerked him off? Any guy can jerk himself off. When he sticks his cock through a gloryhole, he expects to have his cock sucked, cunt. But it seems you are too dumb even to suck cock, are you?"
"No, Mr Morris. I mean ... I "
"Oh shut up, slut. And don't even think of being allowed to jill any time soon. Not before you have proved you can suck cock. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." Anne lowered her face in shame.
"On the bed!"
He tied her up again and left her for the night. She lay awake horrified at the thought of having to suck cock and yet with her pussy dripping.
When she woke up she felt stiff from lying in the same position all night. She tried to move, but found she had very little leeway. With her arm tied up above her head she could not see her watch, but from the light shining in it had to be quite late. With a sigh of relief she remembered it was a Saturday and she wouldn't be late for school. Trying to explain that to the principal would have been extremely awkward. The thought even made her smile for a moment.
What would the day bring for her then? Morris had made it plain he wanted her to suck cock. She had done it for men before, but of course not on command and certainly not for strangers. But she was sure Morris would not see that as a hindrance. Oddly the thought did not disquiet her much anymore. She seemed to have accepted that for the year she was to be a sexual plaything. The idea started an itch in her pussy again and that in turn made her aware she needed to go to the bathroom.
By the time the door opened and Morris sauntered in she needed to go quite badly. He set about to untie her. Seeing she was about to speak he interrupted her.
"Shut up and get down where you belong."
When the last rope fell Anne slid off the bed to kneel. Her eyes went wide, when Morris pulled down his zipper and extracted his cock. Automatically she opened her mouth. Apparently the test of her oral abilities was to begin immediately. Morris started rubbing his semi-rigid member.
"Shut your mouth and stay in position, bitch," he growled, while he started stroking his now hard cock.
Anne obeyed and knelt staring at Morris's hand flying up and down his cock faster and faster. What was he up to? If he wanted to test her mouth, why did he not do so? Morris jerked his cock fast and hard and suddenly he started spurting hitting her square on the forehead. Anne fought the urge to move and allowed him to come all over her face. When he was done his cum was dripping down across her eyes. He put his cock back before he spoke again.
"Now listen carefully, dumb cunt. You'll be available for service in the same stall from 10 to 11 this morning. And this time I hope you know what service is expected of you. And don't you dare keep anyone waiting. Then you go home. I'll come by later today. And when I do, I want to see my cum right where it is now. Don't even dream of wiping it off. Understood, cocksucker?"
A thousand objections were running through Anne's mind, but she knew he would not accept them anyway.
"Yes, Mr Morris."
He turned and left. Anne looked at her watch, 9.07. That gave her almost an hour until she had to be ready. At least the cum would have dried by then and not be so obvious. But just when she tried to relax, she felt the urgent need to pee again. She could get dressed, but she couldn't walk all the way to the girls' bathroom with cum dripping down her face. She dressed and tried to think of other things, but the urge remained. She crossed her legs.
The next hour was hell and more than once she thought of just peeing on her bedclothes or her spare clothes and hoping for the best. The cum was slow to dry and for the final quarter of an hour she kept fanning herself hoping to dry it faster. When the watch showed 10 she carefully opened her door and, seeing no one in the hallway, hurried over to the girls' wing.
"Good morning, Ms Woodall."
Anne saw Katja just coming up from breakfast and walking towards her room. With a hurried 'hi' she walked past her and entered the restroom. On her way to the stall she noticed the one next to it was occupied. Once inside the stall she locked it, pulled down her pants and was just about to sit, when a hard cock was pushed through the hole in the partition wall. She had hoped for a few minutes to relieve herself, but now had no choice. She leaned to the side and at the same moment her lips touched the cock, started peeing. Somehow this added to the humiliation. The man in the next stall had to hear her peeing while she was sucking his cock. The sudden release of pressure felt almost like a small orgasm and left her horny as hell. She slid her tongue up and down the long shaft, then engulfed the head and, as she had been taught by her first boyfriend, teased the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. She was rewarded with a groan from the other side. Still peeing she teased him, while sliding the cock deeper into her mouth until she almost gagged on it. Then she withdrew and started all over again. This one lasted longer and it took her five minutes until she heard the telltale grunt and he exploded in her mouth. When she tasted his cum, she could not help herself, but gave her pussy a quick rub. It almost gave her orgasm and she stopped immediately. Instead she caressed the cock with her tongue cleaning it of all the remaining sperm. She was almost disappointed, when it went soft and was withdrawn.
While she was sitting the full reality of the situation hit her. She was sitting in a toilet stall waiting for strangers to stick their cocks through a gloryhole for her to suck. She had heard of women who did that, but had always regarded them as perverted sluts. Now she had joined their ranks. She heard the door open and steps approaching and a moment later a black cock was shoved through the opening. That had to be Charles or Brian, the only two black boys in the class. She lowered her head and tried to get as much of the huge member into her mouth as she could. His cum tasted subtly different, but again the taste gave her pussy a jolt that made her entire body shiver.
Four more cocks were pushed through the opening and duly sucked dry by her. She thought she recognized the last one as the one she had jerked off the night before, but couldn't be sure. When her watch showed 11, she had 6 loads of cum inside her. She realized she had satisfied more men in this hour than she had before in her entire life. Slowly she got up and left the cubicle feeling like a cheap whore. She only hoped she would get home without meeting anyone.
When she left the bathroom, Katja suddenly stepped out of her room. She smiled as Anne started and then tried to walk past her with a non-committal smile.
"So whose cum is that in your face?" she asked sweetly.
Anne stopped in midstride and stared at her dumbfounded. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks and looked around nervously.
"Don't worry, the others have all gone to the pool for the day. And don't bother denying it. I know a facial when I see one."
"Katja, I ..."
The girl smiled.
"Actually it's kind of cool to have a teacher who wears cum in her face and gives the boys blowjobs in the loo. Perverted, of course, but cool."
"How ... why .." Anne stuttered.
"You know boys, they were telling each other what great blowjobs they were getting when the met in the hallway. And my door wasn't quite closed. And they kept wondering which of the girls was giving it away at the gloryhole. It was even money between Belinda, because everyone knows how much she likes sex, and Lydia, because she will do it with anyone who asks her. Man, would they be surprised to know they had got a blowjob from their teacher."
Katja kept talking, while Anne simply had no clue what she was supposed to do or say. She kept staring at Katja hoping the other girls were really gone.
"Say, Ms Woodall, do you only suck cock or do you also do pussies? Lydia offered to lick my pussy a while ago, but she expected me to lick hers, too, and she is so hairy. But I am getting tired of fingering only and I've never had my pussy licked before. So what do you say?"
Anne still couldn't get a word out, but she knew if the girl told what she had seen, she would be finished, so she just nodded.
"Wonderful," Katja exclaimed. "Why should only the boys have all the fun? So how do you want me?"
Without waiting for an answer Katja turned back into her room, dropped her clothes in what appeared to be one single movement, plonked down on the bed and spread her legs. Slowly Anne followed. She took her time closing the door desperately trying to find a way out. Katja had seen the cum on her face, had seen and heard all the boys she had serviced and had probably seen the fresh cum in her hair last night. If Katja prattled she would be even more sunk than if Morris published the pictures. She was in so deep, there was only one way – forward. Taking a deep breath she stepped across the room to Katja's bed.
"Have you licked pussy before, Ms Woodall? I mean you obviously are quite good at sucking cock, but that does not mean you have licked pussy. Have you?"
Katja looked at her innocently curious. Anne sat down at the foot of the bed.
"Not really, Katja."
Katja leaned her head on her hands.
"What does that mean? Either you have or you haven't."
Anne bit her lip. She certainly did not want to tell Katja about that night in the club.
"Well, it was more of a joke, just teasing, you know."
Not knowing how else to distract the young woman, she lowered herself between her thighs and touched the clit with her tongue. Katja drew breath sharply, but the touch stopped her asking questions. Anne flicked her tongue over the swelling clit a few times, then circled it with the tip. She felt and tasted the wetness at once. It was weird licking another woman's pussy, something she really hadn't ever done, but she imagined what she herself would have licked. She drew the flat of her tongue all over the moist mound and almost gagged when she tasted pee.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good. Much better than playing with myself." Katja moaned. "I hope I taste nice."
"Yes, yes, you do," Anne assured her continuing her ministrations and getting the pretty brunette really wet.
"Oooops, I just remember I had a pee a this morning and did not wash. I must be tasting of pee."
Anne licked her faster and only interrupted for a short "That's ok, Katja, I don't mind."
"You don't mind?" gasped the girl. "But it must be so humiliating licking another person's pee. I mean that is one reason why I don't want to lick Lydia. I would find it humiliating enough to go down on her and lick her between her legs, but tasting pee must be so revolting. I'm sure only a really really filthy slut would do that."
Anne bit down a comment and plunged her tongue deep into the wet opening. The taste of pee was gone now and was replace by a fresh, slightly salty and tangy aroma of aroused pussy. She licked inside and out never stopping. Looking up she saw Katja playing with her breasts. Katja looked down at her and licked her lips.
"Ohhhhh yessss, keep doing that. Push your tongue in deep and let your nose rub my clitty."
Anne did what she wanted and the girl's gasps got louder and more protracted. As she worked on the young woman's pussy before her, she suddenly realized she did not mind much, but actually quite enjoyed making her squirm in excitement. She pushed her tongue even deeper and her nose pressed against the soft knob. Katja gave another long protracted moan and Anne felt her pussy contracting around her tongue. She licked more softly drawing out Katja's climax until the contractions slopped. Anne's mouth was full of Katja's juice and she swallowed. When she raised her face Katja was looking down at her.
"That was wonderful, Ms Woodall. Thank you. I was wondering, but now I know that having my pussy licked is much much better than fingering myself. I wish we girls could have some kind of gloryhole so I could tell the others where to get licked so wonderfully. Or can I tell them anyway. You can come by on your rounds and do us all."
"No, please don't do that Katja."
The girl pouted. "But it was so good. The boys never get me so hot, when they fuck and I hate fingering."
"I... you can come and I'll lick you again, Katja, but please don't tell the others."
Katja's face lit up.
"Great. Now I'll get my pussy licked instead of just jilling. And I'm sorry I practically called you a filthy slut just now."
Anne had to smile. "That's ok, Katja. We all say things when we are really horny. But now I must go."
"Oh I was horny alright," Katja smiled at her. "But still. You licked my pee from my pussy. And you did get horny doing it. Just look at your nipples. You must really like the taste of pee."
Anne did not need to look to know she was as aroused as she had ever been. She desperately needed to cum, but could not tell Katja that, of course.
"Woooww," Katja mused. "My teacher is a slut who sucks cocks at the gloryhole, wears come in her face and gets hot on licking dirty pussy. I wish I could tell everyone. But of course I won't. I want my pussy licked ever so often."
"Yes, Katja, I will," Anne answered resignedly. "Whenever you want."
When Anne got home she took yet another cold shower. She could not even remember how many she had had in the past couple of weeks, but even the icy water did nothing to stop the constant tingling in her pussy. And the fact that she had to be extremely careful not to wash off the dried cum on her forehead and cheeks kept her constantly aware of her situation. To all intents and purposes she was Morris's sexslave. And now Katja's as well. And after having had to give all those blowjobs she was under no illusion that one way or another she would have to satisfy all the boys sooner or later. She only hoped that no others would find out her secret.
After the shower she dressed and tried to read to take her mind off what had happened in the last 24 hours. But her thoughts kept returning to the events. She could not decide what was more degrading, Morris's cynicism or Katja's cheerful use of her. Or was it her own acceptance of the situation? If anyone had told her of this a couple of months ago, she would have been extremely shocked and furious or at least completely devastated by what she had been made to do. But if she was honest with herself despite the feeling of shame and humiliation, there had always been that tingling between her legs. Had a couple of weeks without an orgasm really turned her into a filthy slut, as Katja had called her? She got up suddenly refusing to go down that road even in her thoughts. Introspection wouldn't get her anywhere, she decided. She would just have to go with the flow. She made herself some lunch, then curled up on the couch with a book she had been meaning to read for ages.
She woke with a start when there was a loud knock on the door. Lazily she looked at the wall clock, 3 o'clock. She must have napped for almost 2 hours. Another even louder knock made her drag herself off the couch. When she saw Morris standing outside her front door, she remembered he had told her to expect his visit. Hurriedly she tried to shake off her sleepiness and concentrate. Whatever it took to keep him happy with her, she reminded herself.
"Good afternoon, Mr Morris."
"What took you so long, bitch? I expect prompt service," he growled.
"I am sorry, Mr Morris. I fell asleep on the couch, Sir."
"Certain you weren't playing with your snatch, slut?"
"Yes, Mr Morris. You did not give me permission to play with myself, Sir, so I didn't."
"I don't believe this," a female voice said. Anne blanched as Belinda McAlpine stepped into the doorway. "You actually have her asking you for permission to masturbate, Rick?"
"Yeah, I told you, minx. Our Ms Woodall likes it that way. She gets off on being controlled and told what to do. Don't you, slut?"
Anne was on the point of denying, but stopped herself. If she denied this she would have to explain about the blackmail and admitting she had fooled around with her friends in the middle of a crowded club and with hundreds watching, would be even more shameful.
"Yes, Mr Morris," she lied.
"Won't you ask us in then, slut? We have come to give you some of what you need."
What I need now is your cock in my pussy, came to Anne's mind, but she quickly quenched the thought and stepped aside. Morris and the pretty redhead entered. Belinda looked around the living-room. She had obviously never been in here. Neither should Morris have been, but he seemed to know the house well. Had he really installed cameras in her home? Morris made a beeline for the couch pulling Katja after him.
"What would you like to drink, minx?"
"Some orange juice."
"Go get some, slut, and a coke for me."
Anne bit back a sharp reply about being ordered about in her own house and walked to the kitchen. When she came back with a can of coke and a glass or orange juice in her hands, Morris raised a hand stopping her.
"Wait, slut, let's do this right. Put the drinks down and strip."
"Rick, you can't do that," Belinda sounded shocked, but Morris just grinned at her.
"Why not? She loves this and she will do everything I say, won't you slut?"
"Yes, Mr. Morris," Anne replied grinding her teeth.
"And from now on your are also going to do whatever Belinda says, understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Morris." What other answer was there.
"See, minx. She'll do whatever we say. And she will love it and smile and thank us for it. Now strip, slut"
Anne opened her blouse and slowly peeled it off her shoulders. She tried not to look at the young couple sitting comfortably on her couch watching her, but she could hear Belinda gasp, when she revealed her big naked breasts and then again, when she dropped her slacks and showed her nakedness underneath. She picked up the drinks and walked towards the couch. Before she could reach over and place the drinks on the coffee table, Morris admonished her.
"On your knees."
"Yes, Mr. Morris," she whispered and knelt offering them their drinks.
"See what an obedient little slut she is, minx? Go ahead and try it out. Give her some order."
Belinda looked flustered and nervous, but Morris kept pushing her.
"Go ahead, she'll do whatever you say."
Belinda's voice was so soft, Anne could hardly understand her.
"Kiss my hand."
She leaned forward and took Belinda's hand in her own, then pressed a soft kiss on the fingers.
"See, minx? She'll do whatever we tell her to. Isn't that great? Let me show you a few more tricks she can do."
He made her turn and bend over with her legs spread wide. Anne heard Belinda giggle and whisper something at Morris at the sight of her open pussy.
"Yes, of course she presents her asshole shamelessly. She will present everything and enjoy it."
Remembering his orders Anne tried to force a smile.
"She will do more, too. Bitch, stick some fingers in your asshole."
To her own surprise Anne obeyed immediately. Was she really so shameless now that she did not even hesitate to do something as demeaning as that? But the finger entering her tight hole only made her need for something in her pussy all the greater.
"I want to see her jilling." Belinda's whisper made Anne's heart jump.
"You heard the lady, bitch. But remember to thank her properly for giving you the opportunity to do what you like best."
Eagerly Anne crawled over to Belinda and kissed her feet. She heard Morris laugh.
"A simple thank you would have been enough, but I guess you just love humiliating yourself. Now play with that twat."
Anne did not even take time to resent the insult, but reached between her legs. When her fingers touched her pussy, she moaned unashamedly. This felt so good. Oh yes, if she couldn't have a cock at least she could have an orgasm this way. She rubbed furiously and dipped her fingers into the dripping hole.
"That's enough, slut. After all we aren't here to watch your favourite pastime."
He leaned over and kissed Belinda hungrily. The redhead immediately returned the kiss with full fervour, but when Morris's hand reached for her breasts, she pushed him back.
"Wait, we can't do that with Ms Woodall watching."
Morris grinned.
"I wonder why. She won't see anything she hasn't done herself, but if you want. Slut, get yourself into a corner and face the wall. And you know what will happen if your peek."
Anne obeyed glad to get away from having to kneel before the two, but when she reached the corner Morris made her kneel again.
"And keep your hands behind you back, where I can see them. No Jilling!"
"Yes, Mr. Morris."
Soon she heard the sounds of kissing and moaning behind her. The young couple was making out in her living-room, while she was sent to the corner like a badly-behaved brat. The moaning grew louder and soon she heard the soft sound of fabric being removed. They were actually going to have sex! The moaning behind her back grew louder and was soon joined by a rhythmic slapping sound that she immediately recognized as male hips slapping against female buttocks. He was fucking the girl! Anne balled her fists behind her back and it took every last vestige of self-control not to turn her head and watch. And rub her burning pussy at the same time. The movements had started out slowly, but soon increased and became almost frantic. She heard Belinda's voice murmuring what sounded like encouragements to her partner, who answered only with loud grunts and groans.
"Yessss, come on, harder, make me come." Belinda seemed to have lost all inhibitions and was egging Rick on. "Yes, fuck me hard, oh yes, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Anne bit her lips. She wanted to come like that, too, needed to come so badly. But she remained stock-still, while the movements and voices behind her calmed down.
"Here, bitch!" Morris's voice was still a bit shaky from his orgasm.
Anne turned around obediently and was about to rise, when he interrupted her.
"On hands and knees like the bitch you are."
Biting her lips again she crawled towards the couple lounging on the couch. The smell of sex grew stronger as she approached. Belinda closed her legs, but made no effort to cover herself.
"Have you seen her cunt, minx? The bitch is dripping. Look, the slime is actually running down her legs."
Anne did not need to look down to know Morris was right. She was dripping. She was horny as hell. She needed a cock and a good pounding like the one he had given Belinda. For a moment she hated the girl.
"I need to clean myself up, Rick. You know how I hate dripping. Besides I'll soil the couch."
Rick laughed.
"Spilling some of your delightful juice onto the couch shouldn't be a problem. As hot as she is, this place will be sticky with her slime soon anyway. But I know you don't like being sticky. But why should you have to go to the bathroom? We have the little bitch here. And bitches love licking, don't they?"
"But Rick, I couldn't...."
"Why not? If I hadn't promised you I'd never touch the bitch with my cock, I'd let her clean me up first."
Belinda stared suddenly flustered.
"You mean she would..... . I want to see that."
"In that case," Morris grinned. "Here, bitch. Start with my balls."
There was no question whether to obey or not, but while she was crawling between Morris's legs, Anne's feelings were all in a turmoil. Licking the mixed cum and pussyjuice off a man's cock, while the woman he had had sex with was so degrading, but at the same time her own pussy was tingling and wild images of Morris suddenly flipping her over and giving her a hard fucking, too, raced through her mind. His cock was limp and sticky against her cheek, while her tongue flicked out and caressed his balls. They did not taste of sex, but only of sweat. Still she licked them tenderly, then took each in her mouth to give it a thorough bath. When she felt his cock moving against her cheek, she redoubled her efforts.
"See how much she likes licking sweaty balls, minx?" Morris remarked casually, then added: "Enough, now clean my cock."
She moved up hungrily and licked the shaft. She could taste the cum, but also a sharp, but very erotic tang that had to be Belinda's pussyjuice. She licked the length of the shaft, then engulfed his head and sucked the last drops of cum from it. His cock was rigid in her mouth.
"I want her between my legs now."
Belinda's voice was hoarse with obvious excitement. Immediately Moris pushed her head away and towards Belinda.
"Service the lady, slut."
Disappointed, but also strangely excited she moved over and was greeted by a gaping pussy dripping with cum, that was already caking the full red bush. She plunged her face deep into the bush and lapped up Morris's cum and Belinda's juices. The girl started moaning almost immediately. Anne pushed her tongue deep into the opening trying to get every last drop of their mixed juices. When she felt she had licked the girl clean, she moved up and concentrated on the hard nub. She felt her head grabbed and Belinda's body shivering.
"Ohhhhh yeeessss, this is so good," Belinda moaned.
Anne took a perverse pleasure in trying to make the girl come. Her tongue darted over her clit again and again and she felt the climax building. The suddenly the hands that had held her head in place, pushed her away roughly.
"Come, Rick, I need your big cock. Fuck me, now!"
Morris shouldered her out of the way and plunged right into Belinda. Anne found herself on the floor just inched from his rod plunging into Belinda's pussy like a piston. The two ignored her entirely, completely caught up in their fucking. They groaned encouragements to each other, moaned, grunted and seemed to have forgotten Anne even existed. Rick lasted a long time and Belinda had at least two orgasms, before his body arched and he spurted his load into her. They lay on the couch panting for a few minutes, their bodies glistening with sweat. Then finally Morris heaved his body up and sat back down still embracing the redhead. His eyes still on her face, he commanded.
"Clean up, slut"
Tears of frustration came to Anne's eyes, while her tongue tasted Belinda's pussy again.
"Well, bitch, are you ready to cum yet?"
Morris was looking down on her as she was kneeling in her little room in the dorm wing. Was she ready to cum?
"Oh yes, Mr Morris, I am."
She was so hot after 4 weeks without an orgasm, but with constant reminders of sex that she had been worried her cuntjuice would run down her thighs in class. With no more panties allowed there was nothing to stop it. She looked up at her tormentor hopefully.
"Well," Morris drawled slowly freeing his cock from his pants. "I guess that was more a rhetorical question, wasn't it? The real question is: What would you do to deserve one? And while you are thinking about it, you could clean my cock. I just had a delightful few moments with Belinda in the gym."
As if she hadn't noticed that the two had dragged their heels after gym class and then disappeared into the equipment bay. She had even seen their heads behind the equipment and heard their grunts and moans, while Morris had fucked Belinda standing up. She leaned forward and started licking. The taste of his sweat mingled with his semen and her pussyjuice was well-known to her by now, but it still made her even more painfully aware of how much she needed a cock herself. She tried to concentrate and think of something to answer, something that would make him give her the orgasm she needed so badly. She felt the cock react to her ministrations and expand in her mouth. She tried hard to excite him even more and make him fuck her, but he pulled back.
"Well, any suggestions, bitch?"
She grabbed at the first thought.
"You could fuck me any way you want, Mr Morris."
He slapped her face hard.
"Stupid cunt. When will it get into your head that you have to earn the privilege to be fucked? And besides I told you before that I have better fish to fry. Do you really think, when I can fuck Belinda, i would be interested in a fat cow like you?"
He looked down at her grinning to see her cringe. He pointed towards her chair, but made her scramble onto it the wrong way round. Facing the backrest she had to spread her legs wide to fit over the armrests. He tied her feet to the legs of the chair. The position was very uncomfortable to her thighs with all her weight resting on the hard wood armrests. But the worst was that her pussy was pulled wide open and was left up in the air. She could already feel her juices forming. Soon they would be dripping onto the seat.
"Well, I'll go down to have dinner now. I'm sure you won't mind missing out on dinner for the chance to think of something that might reward you with an orgasm, bitch. Enjoy yourself."
He reached around her and between her legs and gave her clit a few quick rubs. For a moment Anne thought she was coming, but he timed it perfectly and left her teetering on the brink. Grinning he closed the door behind him. In the position she was in Anne could smell her aroused pussy only too well and she knew by now the seat of the chair would be wet with her juices. She caught herself dreaming about cocks and found she was humping the chair in an effort to bring herself off. She tried desperately to think of something she could offer her tormentor so he would allow her to cum, but everything she could think of doing for him he either had her do already, did not want from her or could take from her anyway. She felt she was slowly going crazy.
When Morris came back an hour later she was no closer to an answer than before. He stepped up towards the chairs and rubbed his finger over the seat, then with a grin cleaned his finger by rubbing it on her nose. The smell of pussy became unbearable and she had to fight hard not to try and lick her upper lip and nose.
"Well, bitch? Any suggestions what might entertain me enough to grant you an orgasm?"
Anne tried to collect her thoughts.
"To be honest, Sir, I can't think of anything I could offer you that you could not take anyway. So please, can't you just tell me what would entertain you?"
"You're trying to make it easy on yourself, bitch. Let me spell it out for you. This year you are going to do for me whatever I want. At least you got that right. So why should I grant you an orgasm? If you want one, you will have to earn it and come up with a suggestion yourself. And you know why? Because I want you to admit that you are just a bitch in heat. That you will do anything, and I mean anything, not because I tell you to, but because that dripping cunthole of yours needs cock, not because I have those pictures, but because you are a whore. So unless you admit that and behave like one, you'll stay nice and horny. Think you can last a year without an orgasm, bitch? And remember, I will know when you start diddling and then all those nice pictures will turn up all over the school. What is stronger, your self-respect or the need to come during the year?"
A year? It had only been a few weeks and her pussy started dripping at the slightest hint of anything sexual. She tried to force herself to deny it, but she always knew she would never last that long. What the fuck, she needed to come.
"Please, Mr Morris, I admit I am a whore, a slut and I need to come so badly. If you don't want to give me an order, can't you at least make a suggestion? I will do anything you suggest to earn my orgasms. Anything, Sir."
"Anything?" he drawled. "Anything for cock, eh? Just a bitch in heat."
"Yes, Sir," she repeated. "I am a bitch in heat that needs to be mounted."
He thought it over for a minute, while Anne's eyes hung on his expression hoping and hating herself for doing so.
"Very well, bitch. Here's the deal: You may beg for an orgasm whenever you want. If I think you may deserve one, I'll give you a choice of three things to do and you pick one of them. But if you back off after I have spent so much effort thinking of things, you'll be punished. And I don't mean a little spanking. I mean having your ass striped good. Let me think of a few tasks for you."
He left without giving her the chance to reply. When she looked around she noticed he had left the door slightly ajar. One little gust of wind would expose her to all the boys tied up on a chair and dripping. Anne found herself in a curious mood. She dreaded what he would come up with, but also couldn't help dreaming of having a climax again after all that time. Morris took his time and it was almost 10 when he returned carrying a riding crop.
"Ready for a nice hard come, bitch?" He grinned, then laughed out loud and her enthusiastic nod. "Ok, three tasks to choose from. And just in case you are thinking of backing down and choosing none of them..."
She yelped, when the crop fell across her exposed ass and left a fiery line across it.
"You'll get 25 of those. Ten on your ass, ten on your udders and another 5 right into that hungry fuckhole. Understood?"
"Yes, Mr Morris," she gasped. "What are the tasks?"
"Number 1 is quite straightforward: Beg me and Melissa to use you as our private toilet and piss in your mouth whenever we need to go."
Anne's eyes went wide and she paled. He could not be serious. Morris watched her with an ironic grin.
"You said 'anything', remember, bitch? Want to hear your second choice?"
She nodded silently.
"Number 2: You get to fuck yourself straight away. With me watching, of course. But you do it in the restrooms with a toilet brush."
Anne nearly gagged. No way was she going to do that.
"Not to your taste either? Well, then it's number three or 25 with the crop. Maybe the crop will give you an orgasm? So number 3 is: You sneak across the hall naked as you are, go into a room and beg whoever is inside to fuck you."
The word 'fuck' sent a jolt of need through her body, but she tried hard to think. Offering herself to one of the boys like that was demeaning, but they all seemed to have accepted her behaviour up to now. And they were bound to be young and virile. She nodded.
"I will do that, Mr Morris."
Wordlessly he untied her from the chair. She got up and moved her limbs to get the circulation going again, then hesitantly approached the door. She heard some footsteps in the hall and waited until they had disappeared. Her heart was beating fast. She tried to remember who was rooming with who and where. She did not want to walk along the length of the hallway naked and horny, so she had better pick the closest room, which happened to be Morris's own. Good. There would only be David Gryffith, Morris's roommate inside. While she did not feel particularly attracted to David, he was good-looking enough. She peeked through the door, then took a deep breath. Followed by Morris, she rushed out into the hallway. The next door was just a storage room, but the second one was the correct one. Again she hesitated, but afraid some other door might open and someone see her like this, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
5 pairs of eyes were staring at her body hungrily.
She gulped and stood transfixed. David had obviously invited the two other rooms over. Tom Lloyd shared Morris's bed with Thomas Altman and Charles Walsh and Bill Ericson were sitting on the floor. At the sight of her naked body Thomas kept licking his lips and Charles shifted his body trying to make room for the huge erection that was growing in his jeans. For a minute no one spoke and Anne could feel her heart beating like crazy. Finally Morris broke the silence.
"Well, Ms Woodall, I think you should explain what brings you here in this unusual attire."
She almost failed to recognize her name, which Morris hadn't used for weeks. He would do so now and leave it all to her. Her mouth worked, but she could not get a word out. In panic she tried to turn and run back to her own room, but Morris was blocking the doorway and out of sight of the others he gave the riding crop a little shake. His meaning was obvious: Get on with it or get whipped hard. She slowly turned back and faced the 5 young men. Trying to stop her heart racing she took a few deep breaths.
"I... I wanted to ask, if ....," her determination flagged and she tried to pull herself together. "I wanted to ask, if one of you would like to fuck me," she blurted finally.
That caused a few eyes to widen. Thomas went beet-red, but she could see smiles spreading slowly over various faces. Only David's face went dark.
"That poses a bit of a problem, Ms Woodall," he said slowly. His eyes darted past Anne to Morris and she suddenly realized he had to be in on this and was looking for a cue from his friend. "You know, I think all five of us would like very much to oblige, but it would be hard for the four others to go without, don't you think?"
Anne's gaze shifted from one face to another as it dawned on her, what this was leading up to. She was in so far, she took the final plunge.
"Then why don't you all fuck me?" she asked.
A slow smile spread over Gryffith's face.
"Now you're talking. What do you say, guys? Shall we do Ms Woodall the little favour?"
There were enthusiastic nods all round, but nobody made a move. An awkward silence ensued. Anne jumped, when she heard Morris whisper in her ear.
"Tell them you want to be treated like a slut, no fooling around, just fucking."
The tip of the crop tapped her behind.
"Please, don't be shy," Anne muttered. "Just take me any way you want. I like it that way."
She hated herself for saying it, but she knew it was true. She needed to be fucked so badly.
"You can use my bed, guys," Morris smirked pushing Anne before him into the room. "Why don't you stand over there, while they decide who goes first, Ms Woodall?"
Leaning against the wall Anne waited impatiently, while David made them all write their names on pieces of paper. Like the grand prize in a lottery, she thought bitterly. The hungry looks she felt on her body should have made her cringe, but they only made her hornier. Unsurprised she noticed that Morris did not put his name into the pot, but drew the lots instead. He showed them to the boys, but left her ignorant in which order the five young studs would take her. The thought of five cocks in her pussy made Anne's whole body shiver and she felt a wave of pleasure washing through her body.
"Hey, I said come here!"
Anne realized with a start that she must have failed to hear David the first time. Shaking she made her way over to the bed. Tom and Thomas made some room for her and David motioned with his for her to lie down. He was already shrugging out of his shirt.
"She said she wanted no fooling around, so why don't you open her up for me, so I can give her what she needs right away."
Anne felt herself being pulled further into the bad and when she raised her legs off the floor, Thomas grabbed them and pulled them high giving the 4 boys in front of the bed a perfect view of her pussy and ass."
"Man, look at that snatch. It's dripping already. No wonder she came in here begging to be fucked." Bill grinned. "You don't mind a bit of dirty talk, do you, Ms Woodall?"
"I think she may even like it. And it is hardly right to call a woman who begs you to fuck her 'Ms Woodall', is it. Why don't you suggest how we should address you, Ms Woodall?" Morris's eyes were twinkling.
Gryffith had dropped his pants and she found herself staring at a hard cock just inches from her pussy. He stepped closer and made his cock touch her clitty lightly making her groan.
"Call me slut or whore, but fuck me, please," she moaned wriggling to get closer to the waiting cock.
Gryffith looked down into her eyes.
"Ok then, whore, prepare to be fucked like one."
He leaned forward and grabbed her right breast hard, then seemed to be pulling himself forward and entered her in one swift, fluent movement. She could see his eyes widen as the silky wetness of her pussy engulfed him, but the feeling of his hard rod inside her made her lose her last bit of self-control.
"Oh yes, fuck me hard. All of you. FUCK ME!"
The last words were more of a scream, when Gryffith obliged and started pounding her. She did not even last 10 seconds, then screamed her orgasm at the 6 boys. It was the most intense climax she had ever experienced and it seemed to last forever. She did not care who heard or saw her, just lived for the pleasure spreading from her pussy all through her body. And when it finally ebbed off, it left her as horny as before. She kept egging Gryffith on, until he finally spurted his seed deep into her pussy. She cried out in disappointment, when the cock left her, but immediately she felt her body turned sideways and felt another body press against hers from behind. A moment later Tom entered her from behind and she moaned her gratitude at him, when he started thrusting into her without hesitation. She lost control almost immediately and was only needy flesh. She was feeling her next climax approaching, when Tom withdrew panting.
"Wow, that was the best fuck I ever had," he gasped his cock limp. She had not even felt him cum inside her, but before she could rue the fact she heard Charles telling her to get on all fours. Eagerly she complied and spread her legs invitingly. He knelt beside her, pushed his rod into her hole and started ramming it home. Again she lost control and writhed and moaned until her second orgasm washed through her just when she felt yet another load of cum inside her. She collapsed on the bed.
But there was to be no respite. Bill pushed her roughly onto her side and started fucking her more brutally than the others had. All her body was shaking with the force of his thrusts. She felt like a ragdoll being mauled, but slowly lust started creeping in again and when he was done with her, she craved yet more cock, wanted another orgasm.
"Come here, on the floor!" She did not recognize Thomas Altman's voice at first. It was so commanding, it did not seem to come from the shy boy she knew, but obediently she crawled down from the bed not trusting her legs to carry her. He made her crawl into just the right position in front of him, then grabbed her hair roughly.
"I'll show you how a slut like you should be fucked," he hissed and rammed his fat cock home.
Anne did not remember much after that, except that she came again and that he fucked her so hard, her ass was sore for a day. When he finally stopped, she just remained on the floor, panting, completely exhausted and sated. She heard the boys talking around her, but was too far gone to even listen. This had been so intense and while slowly she realized what had happened and how degraded her behaviour had been, she knew she needed it again. And again. And again.
"Slut, I think it is time to explain the facts of life to these gentlemen here," Morris's voice broke through her reverie. "Since you are rather exhausted, I will do that and you can just confirm afterwards. Are you listening, slut?"
"Yes," she managed to whisper.
"Good, so here is the deal. Our Ms Woodall is a natural slut. She needs cock, she craves cock. And she will do anything for cock. But she also knows this sort of behaviour is dangerous and it needs to be controlled. So she approached me with an unusual proposition. She asked me to control her. And I accepted. So effectively our Ms Woodall is my property. Is that right slut?"
How could he twist the facts so much? But she knew she had no choice. And after tonight she had to admit, he might be right in a way.
"Yes, Mr Morris."
The boys had to be staring incredulously, but Anne kept her face on the carpet.
"So here is the deal, guys. We are going to get all the tail we want, but this does not go outside this group unless I say so. And it does not affect school work, ok? We all want to graduate in a year's time. But we can have a bit of fun in the meantime, so don't spoil it. She will service every one of you whenever you want to. Just go to her room and tell her what you want. BUT she only gets an orgasm, when I permit it, so don't get carried away. Agreed?"
There was a chorus of 'yes' all around and Anne mumbled her assent as well.
"I did not ask you, slut. You have no say in the matter. You're just fuckmeat for us. Oh and remember, guys. She likes it rough with a lot of dirty talk etc."
There was some excited laughter until David said.
"You know what? I could use seconds."
Morris chuckled.
"So what's the problem? Fuck her. But hurry up a bit. It's late and I want to go to bed."
A minute later Anne was straddling Gryffith and being pounded again.
"Watching that gives a woody again," Eric grinned. "I'm next."
"No, I said I want to go to sleep. If you need to get your rocks off, fuck her face."
And being fucked by Gryffith, Anne gave her first public blowjob.
The next few days were positively unreal. Whenever she entered her classroom, she half expected the boys waiting for her with their cocks out and telling her to bend over the desk for a quick fuck before class. But instead they were extremely well-behaved and just the occasional glance at her bouncing tits reminded her of what had happened. She tried not to think of it, but buried herself in work, did her lesson prep with extra care and when at the end of the week Mr Goodman, the principal, came in to observe her work, he was full of praise. But when after the last lesson on Friday Morris and Belinda remained behind in the classroom and came sauntering up to her, she saw the gleam in their eyes. Morris flicked a finger upwards and she immediately raised her thin top to present her breasts. Another flick made her raise her skirt and a little twirl told her to turn around and present her naked ass. While Morris inspected her, Belinda sat down in her chair.
"I have some instructions for you for the weekend, slut, but while you listen, you might as well get busy. Go down on Belinda."
Smiling Belinda opened her legs and Anne lowered herself to her knees. Bad enough that she had to service the girl at Morris's orders, but to have to do it in her own classroom, kneeling in front of her own chair added to the indignity. Anne buried her face in the red bush and tasted the girl's pussy.
"Now listen, slut. It's your night for house duty again, but why should you have the rest of the weekend off? You'll go to the staff room, when Belinda has had enough of you, and tell the others you have work to do and want to take over their house duty for the weekend. There are a lot of hard cocks up there and they don't want to hurry, so you had better be available the entire weekend. Understood?"
She mumbled her assent without taking her tongue out of the girl's wet pussy. Belinda grabbed her face and rubbed it through her crotch a few times, then pushed her back.
"Come on, Ricky. I'm nicely wet and horny for you now. I can't wait for your big cock in my pussy."
The two left hurriedly leaving Anne kneeling on the floor.
When she arrived at her small room later in the afternoon, David was already waiting. He entered right after her and pulled down his zipper.
"Blowjob!" He commanded curtly.
Anne was on the brink of telling him to get the hell out, but after a moment to calm herself down, she knelt and took his cock in her mouth. Was this what the rest of the weekend (and the rest of the year) was going to be like? Being the respected teacher in the classroom and everybody's whore up here? At least he could have asked nicely.
"Hurry up, whore. I want to get my rocks off" David growled.
Sighing she complied and soon swallowed the first of what she knew would be many loads. David waited just long enough for her to suck the last drops of cum from his cock, then turned and zipping himself up, made for the door. In the doorframe he stepped aside for Tom Lloyd.
"Her mouth is pretty good and she seems quite eager for cum. Have fun with the bitch," David told Tom before leaving.
Anne remained where she was and opened her mouth. Charles was next, but while she was still busy sucking him, the door opened again and Bill Ericson came in.
"Sorry Charles, but this waiting is boring. Mind if I use her other end?"
"Not in the least, my man. It should be fun, when you pound her and push her face deeper onto my cock."
The black boy grabbed her hair and lowered himself to his knees making sure her mouth remained where it was. Anne felt Bill pulling up her skirt and felt a twinge of excitement. She was going to be fucked again. It had only been five days since they had all had her, but she got wet immediately. She heard the rustle as Eric dropped his pants and knelt behind her.
"Remember Rick said not to give her an orgasm. He wants her in heat," Charles told Bill then groaned with pleasure, when Anne's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. She heard Bill chuckle and felt him grab her hips.
"So do I. And I haven't the faintest intention of letting our whore cum. That is why I'm using the back entrance."
The back entrance? He wouldn't ... . Anne's body jerked, when she felt Bill's rock-hard cock pressing against her anus. She tried to wriggle, but his hand held her steady and his first thrust started opening her tight hole.
"Owww," she screamed. "Stop that."
"Damn you, bitch, you bit down on my cock."
Anne did not even hear Charles's exclamation, but wriggled free and pushed Bill away.
"Get away from me, you pervert. I'm not letting you fuck my ass!"
Bill looked at her, then a slow smile spread over his face.
"No? Well, we'll see what Rick has to say about that, bitch."
He marched out. Anne saw Charles still holding his aching cock.
"I'm sorry, Charles. I did not want to hurt you. Please, let me suck your cock again."
The boy looked down at her, then shook his head.
"Not now, whore. First I want to see what happens now."
Knowing she was probably in trouble with Rick, but determined not to suffer that indignity, she waited until Rick appeared a couple of minutes later.
"Charles, could you please give us some privacy? " He asked. "We gave rather intimate matters to discuss."
"Yeah, and afterwards I have some very intimate matters to discuss with that bitch, too," Charles smirked, while he was heading for the door.
"Sooooo. We are having a bit of a problem here. Refusing to service one of the guys and biting another one's cock. Two problems really." Morris looked thoughtful. "So what are you going to do about the two problems, bitch?"
Anne had had a few minutes to prepare her position.
"Look, I'm sorry I bit Charles. It was an instinctive reaction, when Eric tried to take me from behind. I will make it up to Charles and, if you want to, I will beg for punishment for that. But I am not letting you all fuck my ass. And that is final."
Morris raised an eyebrow.
"That is final? So you are calling the shots now? But let's deal with your first infraction first. You will indeed make it up to Charles. You will apologize to him in public. And you will do it by kissing his black ass. Understood, bitch?"
"Yes, Mr Morris."
That had gone better than she had expected.
"Now for that problem with your ass. You see, I'm in a bit of a quandary here. I promised the guys they could have you whenever they wanted and they hate queuing up for blowjobs. And I can't let them fuck your cunt or you would be coming several times a day. And we can't have that, can we? But then, if you don't want it in the ass, you don't want it in the ass. Only your ass must be good for something and if it isn't for fucking, what then? The only entertaining thing for a slut's ass beside sticking your cock in it is seeing it whipped. So I'll give you a choice. Every time one of the guys wants to stick his cock up your shithole, you may beg him to crop your ass instead, say 25 strokes. That should keep the guys busy while waiting for their turn in your mouthcunt. No get naked and get ready to apologize to Charles."
Anne wasn't sure what to feel. No assfucks, but having her ass cropped? How bad could it be? She stripped hurriedly and followed Morris out of the room stark naked. Anne looked around nervously for the other boys who were not in on what was happening, but no one was around. Morris directed her to Charles's room. When they entered Charles was just telling his roommate what had happened. They looked up grinning when Anne marched in naked. Morris pushed her in the back and she stumbled towards Charles.
"I.. I'm sorry I bit you, Charles. It was not intentional. I want to apologize."
There was a moment's silence.
"Go ahead, slut!" Morris hissed.
"I want to apologize by kissing your ass, Charles."
Tom burst out laughing and Charles grinned widely. He got up and dropped his pants. But instead of standing in front of Anne, he sat back down on his bed and raised his legs.
"Go ahead, then, and kiss my black ass," he smirked.
Anne was forced to kneel and bend down. The boy spread his legs to get a better view, but in the process also opened his crack so Anne found herself staring at his anus. She took a deep breath and planted two quick pecks on his asscheeks.
"Oh no, bitch. We are not talking about a quick friendly peck on the cheek. When you kiss, you kiss like a slut, lots of tongue," Morris corrected her in a strict voice. "And you said ass, not buttocks. Get your face in that crack and we want to see lots of tongue action on his pucker. And just in case you are thinking about refusing and begging to be punished instead, the punishment would be 25 with the crop, right on filthy asshole!"
Anne gulped and searched wildly for an escape knowing there was none. She bent forward and tentatively licked Charles's asshole. She was rewarded by a load groan and saw the boy's hand grab his cock and massage it slowly.
"Ohh yes, eat out my ass good," he moaned.
She complied and pushed her face deeper into his crack. After the first hesitation it wasn't so bad, if she did not think of what exactly she was licking. She heard sounds behind her and found herself jostled.
"This is no good, guys, it's getting to crowded her. Let's go somewhere with a bit more room for the spectators."
Charles looked disappointed when Morris pulled Anne away by that by now familiar grip in her hair. When she got up and turned around she saw the other three boys crowding into the room. Morris marched her out into the corridor and directed her to the bathroom. Charles followed holding his pants up with his hands. Anne blanched, when he sat down on a toilet seat.
"Now you can apologize properly."
Morris pushed her down onto her knees in front of the toilet. Charles hooked a leg over the washbasin. Anne closed her eyes and tried to forget her surroundings as she resumed work on his asshole, but the crude remarks the other boys made kept her all too conscious of her degrading position.
"Man, look at that tongue; she really enjoys that."
"Stick it in, slut!"
"She can eat out my shithole any day."
She lost count of time concentrating only on her task. Finally Morris consider the apology complete.
"You want to fuck her face now or save your erection until after the show?"
Charles grinned.
"I've been waiting so long it would be a pity to spoil my erection now, if our little bitch is going to provide a show."
"Come along then, guys. Bitch, heel!"
Anne did not even try to get up, but followed Morris out of the toilet. To her horror, he did not turn towards her room, but led her to the boys' common room and made kneel with her legs spread wide.
"One move without permission, bitch, and you'll get your tits whipped, understood?"
"Yes, Mr Morris."
As long as she was kneeling here at least they were not trying to fuck her ass. Morris whispered something to the others and Tom and David left the room. David returned a moment later with a riding crop, which he swished through the air experimentally before handing it to his roommate. But still the boys seemed to be waiting for something. When Anne heard voices and footsteps in the hall, her eyes went wide. No, he wouldn't ... . Before she could finish the thought, the door opened and the remaining boys in her class filed in. The tall athletic form of Freddie MacMillan was followed by his roommate and fellow Scot Ewan Grant. The two exchange students Max Beer and Pierre Rousseau were next and finally the tall black form of Brian Cooper followed his roommate Wasim Ul-Haq. Each boy gawped upon entering, but she had the feeling they were not entirely surprised by what they saw, only maybe that the wild story Tom had told them was actually true. Morris motioned to them to take their accustomed seats.
"Now, Ms Woodall. Our remaining friends don't know the truth about you yet. Kindly fill them in, please."
This was worse. The other boys had heard Morris's story about her as well, but from Morris. Now she had to explain all those humiliating details herself. She would have to stick to the story Morris had invented, of course. She steeled herself and started.
"You see, I ...," her voice faltered, but one look at Morris made her go on. "I am often very horny and when I get that way, I need to be stopped. So I asked Mr Morris here to control me. So effectively outside of school I do whatever he says. And he has already decided that I have to pleasure the other 6 boys in the class, whenever they desire it. But I am not to come without Mr Morris's permission."
"Say, Ms Woodall," Morris's voice was surprisingly soft. "You said you often get horny. Could you think of a word that would describe you?"
Anne bit her lip, then spit out what he wanted to hear: "Slut."
"Exactly, slut. That is what you are. And I will make sure you are used the way you need and don't get in trouble." He turned towards his classmates. "OK, guys, you can all have her any way you want, but make sure our little arrangement stays within these walls. Having our teacher for a whore is too good an arrangement to spoil. Apart from that just use her any way you want. But before that I think especially you guys who see her like this for the first time, will want to get to know her better. Show off, what you have to offer, teacher whore."
As if in a trance Anne got up and stepped into the middle of the room. Slowly she turned so that everyone could get a good look at her body.
"No, no, bitch. It looks like you are too dumb to even be a good slut. There are twelve cocks in this room and your task is to get them hard. You really make me work training you to be a proper whore for us all. Get started by making your udders bounce. Jump!"
Anne could feel all the eyes on her breasts, while she obeyed. He made her continue, until she broke a sweat, then told her to bend over until her hands touched her feet. After ten repetitions she had to spread her legs slightly, then even more for the last 10. Every time she touched her feet she knew her pussy and ass must be clearly on show.
"On the floor, splits! And make sure you show us how much you are enjoying this by smiling." Morris commanded next.
"Yes, Sir," she gasped.
Although out of breath she could see the bulges in all the boys' pants. Morris kept putting her through the most obscene and revealing positions for half an hour, then finally told her to sit, but keep her legs wide open.
"Well, guys, I hope you enjoyed the show. And now of course it is your turn. But for fairness sake we should let Charles and Bill take precedence, as they were so rudely interrupted in their free time activity an hour ago. So, what is it going to be?"
Charles hesitated for a moment, but Bill had no doubts.
"I was going to fuck her ass then and I want to fuck her ass now."
Charles shrugged and indicated he would let Bill have a go first. Morris smiled at Anne.
"Well, slut, you heard the gentleman. He wants to have some fun with your ass. The question is, how?"
Anne bit her lip. "I'm not going to let him fuck me there. If he wants to crop me, let him go ahead."
Morris explained the choice he had given Anne to the others. Some of them looked unbelieving, but Bill got up and took the crop Morris offered him.
"Ok, bitch. I'll stripe your ass for you and then fuck your face. Bend over and stick your ass right out."
Her heart beating Anne obeyed. But instead of using the crop, Bill grabbed both her asscheeks and pulled them wide open.
"Look at that tail, guys. What a cunt and what a nice tight asshole. Just wait and I'll get a piece f that, as well. And a nicely striped one, too. Now count, fuckbitch"
The first stroke ran through her body like fire.
"One."
She tried hard to concentrate hard on the counting and ignore the pain in her bottom. The first ten strokes hit side by side, when Bill slowly worked his way down her exposed ass. But on the next one he changed position slightly and laid the strokes diagonally so they crossed the previous one. And where he hit the same area of skin again, the pain was double. Tear streamed down her face, but she managed to press out the numbers. The last three or four were pure hell and she felt as if her ass was covered in flame, but the knowledge that it would soon be over made her get through them.
"Twenty-five," she breathed almost triumphantly.
"Turn around and open your mouthcunt, slut," Bill commanded harshly.
Her ass still on fire she turned around and knelt. He grabbed her head and rammed his cock into her open mouth making her gag immediately. But he did not even leave her time to think of that, while he proceeded to do what he had promised, fuck her face like any other hole in her body. She fought for air, while his hard cock blocked her wind. But the cropping seemed to have aroused him a lot and before Anne got desperate, she felt him pumping his seed down her throat. At the last moment he pulled out spurting his final load in her face.
He was immediately replaced by Charles, who took more time however. Anne did her best giving him a good blowjob knowing she had hurt him before. His cock was bigger than Bill's but he seemed quite happy having Anne work on his head only. Some of the other boys had their cocks in their hands now and when Charles came leaving his cum in her face as well, others took his place. She could not remember how many blowjobs she gave, but when there were no more takers her tongue felt numb and her face was covered in semen.
She was pretty sure she had not sucked off all the boys, though, and through cum caked eyes looked around. Most boys had their cocks back in their pants, but Max, the German exchange student, was coming towards her with his cock swinging in front of him.
"I have blowjob before, but I not have Arschfick. What is word? I bugger you," he told her licking his lips.
Anne got angry. "I told you I don't do assfucking and I got cropped for it already, so don't even try!"
"But, slut," Morris was sitting in an armchair smiling. "That cropping was for the assfuck you wouldn't give Bill. Now Max wants your ass. So take your pick, the crop on or his cock in your ass?"
She did not even stop to think.
"I'm not having my ass fucked by any of you perverts!" she shouted.
Morris shrugged. "Suit yourself." He tossed the crop to Max who caught it deftly.
He made her stand in front of a table.
"Bend and go on tippytoes. That make Arsch nice tight."
Biting her lips against the pain to come Anne held the position, while Max took careful aim.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww," she screamed when the first stroke hit her tortured ass.
"You forgot to count, slut, so that one will be repeated," Morris judged.
Before she could protest the next one hit right where the first one had and Anne collapse holding her aching ass.
"Not counting and breaking position, so that one will be doubled. You have 26 more coming."
Anne knew she would never get through them. She remained curled up on the floor sobbing.
"Do what you want with me then," she whispered.
"It's not as easy as that, asswhore," Morris's voice betrayed his triumph. "You told Max you preferred the crop and he has already worked hard. So you will have to beg Max nicely not to crop you and instead fuck your ass. Very nicely."
Anne felt a last glimmer of resistance against being degraded more and more, but a light tap of the crop on her ass made her gasp already and all resistance faded. Anything to escape more strokes. She raised herself onto her knees.
"Please, Mr Beer, please don't crop me any further. Please fuck my ass instead. I am sorry I made things difficult for you. I apologize."
Desperate to make him stop the punishment, she crawled around him and stuck her face between his asscheeks, her tongue teasing his asshole. There was incredulous laughter and a voice she did not recognize said.
"Unbelievable. She must really love sticking her tongue in our asses. This is the filthiest whore I have ever met."
The German boy did not react, but left her to lick his asshole for a long time, then finally he turned round and pushed her over so her face was on the carpet and her ass in the air.
"Here goes the first Arschfick," he announced.
Max walked around Anne slowly obviously relishing what was to come. She felt him kneel behind her and pull her hips up.
"That hole is dry," he complained and for a moment Anne hoped he would use her wet pussy.
But instead he spit on her asshole a few times, then pulled one of her arms back.
"Rub it in and make it wet in the hole. Stick finger in."
Anne's face turned purple. Sticking her finger into her asshole here in front of all the boys? She buried her face in the carpet and complied. She rubbed the tight hole a few times, then tried to push her finger inside. She felt him spitting on her ass a few more times.
"Enough, now I stick cock in Arsch," Max decided.
She felt his hard member against her tight opening and groaned, when he slowly increased the pressure. She felt the muscle start to give and moaned at the pain.
"Please, Max, be gentle."
"Gentle?" Max laughed. "Rick say you like be whore. I not gentle with whore. You like hard Arschfick, just wait."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then pushed forward and Anne screamed when her ass was stretched wide.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck the dirty bitch. I bet she had an orgasm from that."
"Come on, Max, bugger her good."
The boy did not need to be told. After he had opened her ass for his cock, he shoved it all the way in in one deep thrust, then started pounding away. She heard the slapping of his hips against her asscheeks, but all she could feel was her stretched ass. She groaned loudly, but that just seemed to egg him on even more.
"Awww, that hole is good, real tight hole," Max groaned between thrusts.
He suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.
"Here, look at whore when I give her Arsch orgasm," he shouted and started fucking her in short deep strokes.
It took just a dozen more thrusts and she felt his cock getting even harder, then heard him moan while he pumped the first load into her ass.
"Ahhhh, that was good," he groaned still out of breath, when he dismounted.
Anne collapsed on the floor trying to keep her legs together to avoid the indignity of dripping cum from her ass. But she wasn't given any rest. Brian rose from his place.
"Here, asscunt. I'll show you how your ass gets properly fucked."
Too far gone to resist, she crawled over. He placed her facedown on the sofa and mounted her from behind immediately. His cock should have slipped into her stretched ass easily, but his was bigger than Max's and stretched her even more. Brian grabbed her hair like a bridle.
"This is how a slut like you should be buggered," he hissed.
He rammed his cock into her hole again and again and Anne was certain she would have bruises in the morning, but at least the pain subsided after a while. She lay limp and helpless, while Brian used her like a cheap whore.
She hoped it was over, when he shot his load, but David was already waiting, naked, grinning, his hard cock in his hand.
"Hey, wait, you need to give her some rest. She must be hurting all over. She is not a toy and this must be really bad for her."
Surprised Anne looked up and saw Pierre, the French boy, still fully dressed.
"Oh, you think?" David smirked. "Here, bitch!" He waved her over to where Pierre was sitting on the couch. Before she knew it, he had grabbed her and thrown her down across Pierre's lap. Her face could feel the French boys erection through his jeans.
"One, my friend," David explained to Pierre. "She is a toy, a sextoy, and we are going to do with her what we want. And two, she may be hurting, but this slag is enjoying every minute of it. I'll show you."
He pulled her ass up and slipped his cock in with absolute ease. Anne realized her asshole must have been gaping wide open after being used by the two previous boys. David fucked her slowly for a while, then grabbed her left leg and made her turn over without leaving her ass.
"Now look carefully, Pierre. Look at her cunt, while I am pounding her ass. Nice and wet and eager for cock. If she is really hurting, it is because she isn't getting cock in her cunt."
Anne bit her lip knowing it was true. The assfucking was painful and degrading, but she was still horny. And it showed. Lying on Pierre's lap with her legs held wide open, there was no hiding the wetness of her pussy. She could see Pierre staring and could feel his cock jumping under her.
"I want her," Pierre declared.
He shoved her off his lap and hurriedly undressed. David took his time and moved slowly inside her. When Pierre dropped his shorts, there was an appreciative whistling from the other.
"Nice tool, Pierre," someone shouted.
The boy did not react, but squeezed his body back onto the couch. David turned her over again and suddenly she felt a hard cock pushing against her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned and tried to capture it between her pussylips. Pierre obliged and then she had the heavenly feeling of a hard cock gliding into her needy pussy. The fact that David's cock was still in her ass, did not diminish the pleasure. If anything it heightened the sensation and when both started fucking her, she lost all control.
"Ohhh yessss, this is so good. Yes, please don't stop. Please fuck me deeper."
She knew she was making a shameless spectacle of herself, but could not help it. She forgot everything around. Just the wonderful feeling of a big, hard cock inside her pussy. Nothing else mattered. It could have been seconds or hours, but soon her orgasm was building. She felt David adding his sperm to the other loads inside her ass and then Pierre increased his pace and she came screaming and did not even feel him cumming. She collapsed on top of Pierre.
"See, my friend? All she needed was cock in her cunt."
Anne heard David's voice from far away, but was too exhausted to care. But the next voice penetrated the haze.
"Well, well, Pierre. It seems you gave our bitch an orgasm, which I did not order. Of course you are not to blame. You wanted to fuck her, which is your right. The bitch should simply have exercised some self-control. It seems our bitch is in for some punishment. But not now. We'll postpone that until tomorrow, when we can all enjoy it more. Besides I must admit I am somewhat horny. So I'll pop over to the girls' wing and give sweet little Belinda the benefit of my cock. Up slut!"
Morris got up and pulled Anne along to her room, where he tied her up for the night.
"Sweet dreams, slag," he grinned when he switched off the light.
By the time he came by the next morning Anne was desperate to pee, but he took his time untying her, instead lecturing her on her duties first.
"Listen, cunt. I'm only going to say this once. Tonight at 8 you'll come to the common room and beg for your punishment. Until then you don't leave the school building and you'll be available at all times. When you want to leave your room, you ask one of the boys for permission. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," she gasped. "Please, Sir, may I go over to the girls' wing, I need to pee and wash."
Morris smiled.
"I should leave you here and make you piss yourself, but I'm a nice guy. You know that, don't you? So go ahead and go pee."
He finally released her and watched as she hurriedly threw on some clothes and grabbed a towel. Ironically he held the door for her. Anne hurried out and across the stairwell to the girls' wing and made the bathroom just in time. It was a huge relief. The very last thing she wanted was to give Morris the satisfaction to see her soil herself. When she was done and stepped out of the stall to make for the showers, she looked straight into the eyes of Katja Yeager. Katja smiled radiantly.
"Oh wonderful, Miss Woodall. You know I have missed you so much. I had promised myself not to play around with my pussy anymore, but I got so horny, I actually did – twice." She grinned mischievously. "But now I won't have to. You will lick my pussy again, won't you? And it's all clean, I just stepped out of the shower."
Anne could see no way of escaping without explaining her situation to the girl, so she just nodded.
"Great," Katja exclaimed. "My pussy is already tingling. It'll be very wet by the time we get back to my room. Oh damn. We can't. Lydia is sleeping in and we can't very well do it in front of Lydia or she will want hers licked, too."
She looked devastated, while Anne breathed a silent sigh of relief, but then the girl's eyes lit up.
"You know what? We can do it right here, Ms Woodall. We can lock the stall so we are not disturbed. I can sit down and you can make me come with that wonderful tongue of yours."
"But Katja, here? In the toilet?"
A look of irritation crossed Katja's face.
"Well do did give all those boys blowjobs here." She stated.
Anne breathed deeply in resignation and opened the door to a cubicle. The smile returned to Katja's face and she stepped through, dropped her dressing gown and sat down. Anne carefully locked the door behind them. That would have been just what she needed, being discovered going down on Katja in a toilet stall. When she turned she saw Katja wrinkling her nose.
"Whoa, you smell rather ripe, Ms Woodall. The way I smell when I have played with myself half the night. Plus the way Lydia smells when she has been fucking around again. Only more so. What have you been doing last night? Fucking all the boys?"
Anne experienced a moment of panic, but then quickly got onto her knees and pushed her face into Katja's sweet-smelling pussy. Katja started moaning right away and Anne hoped she would completely forget her idea. Katja had been right. Her pussy was flooded and she writhed under Anne's tongue smearing her juices all over Anne's face. Anne worked diligently wanting to get this over with. Kneeling in a none too clean public restroom servicing one of her students wasn't something she enjoyed. The thought made her cringe. Servicing her students seemed to be all she would be doing this weekend, it seemed.
"Oh Ms Woodall," Katja's voice broke her reverie. "You know, I have had this fantasy, you know. Ohh yes, there that is so good. But not so fast. I want to really enjoy this." Anne slowed down slightly. "Yes, this really dirty fantasy. I would not dare mention it, but you said you did not mind licking my pussy, when it tasted of pee and now I am all clean, so can you please lick my asshole, too?"
Without waiting for an answer she shifted her position and raised her legs. Anne had been on the point of refusing indignantly, when she suddenly found herself licking Katja's pucker already.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, that is so hot."
Katja's fingers flew to her pussy and rubbed vigorously. Anne hesitated, then kept licking. At least this way it would be over soon. Katja kept fingering herself right in front of Anne's eyes.
"YEEEEES, lick my asshole. That feels so good. Why can't you have two tongues and lick my pussy and ass at the same time. That would be perfect. Oh yes, yes, faster now. I''m coming. Yeessssssssssss."
The girl came hard squirting some of her juice into Anne's face as she did so then relaxed panting. Anne hardly waited for her orgasm to finish before she got up from that humiliating position. Katja was in hurry and she could hardly walk out of there leaving the girl with her legs spread wide. It took Katja a minute to recover, then she broke into a huge smile.
"That was incredible, Ms Woodall. I never thought I would actually fulfil my fantasy and find someone who would lick my asshole. It is so dirty, isn't it? But you did it so wonderfully, especially at the end, when you almost stuck the tip of your tongue in."
She kept smiling radiantly, while Anne blushed. Bad enough having to do it, but hearing the girl speak about it like that left her cringing.
"Come on, Katja. I need to take a shower."
Reluctantly Katja got up and Anne opened the door. Lydia was leaning against a wall grinning as widely as Katja had done.
"Almost stuck your tongue in, did you, Ms Woodall? Take a shower by all means, but then you come to our room and it will be my turn. I'm sure you won't mind doing a bit more extracurricular work to keep your students happy, do you? And don't take too long."
She remained leaning against the wall, while Anne wordlessly and with hanging head made her way to the showers and watched her strip and wash herself. Anne felt numb and just went through the motions without thinking. When she was dry, Lydia pointed to the door and she followed the girl to the room she shared with Katja. Lydia dropped her dressing gown and sat down spreading her legs immediately.
"Well, let's see how after Katja's cute little pussy, you like licking a real one. One that gets used regularly. Let's have you at my pussy first and then you can try my asshole."
"Lydia, please ..." Anne tried to argue.
"Shut up. Katja and I share a room and now we share you. I'd rather have her tongue, but I'll make do with yours. No get to work."
What else could she do? She was getting in deeper and deeper. She knelt before Lydia and stared at her hairy pussy, before starting to lick it. Lydia tasted bitter and strong and her thick hair kept getting into Anne's mouth, but she knew she had no choice. When her tongue delved in more deeply, she thought she detected the taste and cum and remembered Katja saying that Lydia had sex with whoever wanted her. Lydia's hands grabbed her head and pushed her deeper between the moist hairy lips. She held her there, then pushed her head down.
"Now let's see what getting my ass licked feels like."
Anne nearly gagged. Lydia had clearly not taken a shower yet and she tasted sweat and other things. Lydia kept her there for a few minutes then pulled her up again for more pussylicking. Anne lost count of the time she spent at Lydia's feet. The girl seemed in no hurry to come and kept pulling her up and down to lick ass and pussy. Finally hands grabbed her harder and Lydia came gushing her pussyjuices into Anne's mouth. She released her immediately afterwards.
"Not bad." She grinned. "I hadn't taken you for a pussylicker, more the big cock type. But I guess from now on you are going to be Katja's and my pussylicker, right? Although Katja will probably use you more. I usually get enough cock. But a good tonguejob after a hard fuck the night before is quite pleasant."
Anne grabbed her clothes and fled back to her room.
The day dragged on. Anne tried to forget her situation through her work, but was interrupted a few times by boys wanting blowjobs. Strangely giving head in her room felt less demeaning than having to ask Pierre and later Wasim for permission to go down to have her meals. When 8 o'clock approached, Anne debated with herself, whether to wear clothes or go to the common room naked. She was under no illusion that clothes would not stay on for long anyway and besides all the boys were in on the secret by now, so who should she be hiding her body from? When the time came, she opened her door and stepped out into the corridor stark naked.
Morris was leaning against the wall opposite her room grinning.
"I was wondering, if I'd have to come and fetch you. That would have added to your punishment obviously. But you decided to come on your own account. You are learning, slut. But that does not mean you can behave like a shameless whore and walk around here naked. Get back and put on something nice and revealing."
Anne bit back a sharp reply and quickly put on some skimpy clothes. Morris watched through the open door and when she was done, he threw something on the floor at her feet. A blindfold. She did not wait to be told, but blindfolded herself right away. Her heart was pounding, when she felt Morris's hand on her elbow and followed him towards the common room. There was a low buzz of voices coming from the room, but when Morris opened the door, the voices stopped and only a few sharp gasps split the sudden silence.
“So now that we are all here, remind us why,” she heard Morris’s voice and felt a slight pressure on her elbow making certain she knew who was being addressed. She took a deep breath.
“You are here to witness my punishment.”
“And what are you being punished for?”
No use beating about the bush. They had all been there to witness the reason anyway.
“Because I had an orgasm without your permission, Mr Morris.”
“And by whom were you being fucked when you came?”
“I was being fucked by ..., by ....” She couldn’t for the life of her remember who it had been to make her come. “I can’t remember, Mr Morris.”
“Can’t remember?” he made his voice sound incredulous. “Is your memory so bad or do you fuck so many guys that you lose count, eh?”
“I..., I forget which one it was, Sir.”
“So you fuck a lot of guys. Who can fuck you then?”
“Anyone you say, Mr Morris.”
“And they can only fuck your pussy?” He kept interrogating her.
“No, Sir, I give them head and..., and they can fuck my ass, too.”
Now there was some definite laughter, some of which sounded like giggles.
“Soooooo, let me sum up. Anyone of the boys here can just tell you to open your mouth and suck his cock? Or spread your legs? Or offer him your asshole? Is that it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Anne whispered.
“I believe there is a word for women who let anyone use them in any way they want, isn’t there?”
“Yes, Sir. I am your whore.”
The laughter was louder this time.
“Oh no, you are not a whore. A whore does it because she earns her living that way. You do it because you are a natural cunt. A 3-hole-cunt, to be exact. Is that true?”
Anne lowered her head.
“Yes, Sir, I’m a 3-hole-cunt.”
“And a cunt like you needs to be trained and controlled so that she learns it is not about her own swinish lust, but she needs to service other people. And since you did not show enough self-control and came instead of serving your user better, you need punishment, am I correct?”
“Yes, Mr Morris. Please punish me.”
“Well, if you beg so nicely,” Morris gloated. “But of course I won’t execute the punishment. After all I wouldn’t use an old, fat cunt like you. So we had better have the people punish you, who you cheat out of their fun, when you just think of your own cunt instead of servicing them as you should, is that right?”
“Yes, Sir.” What else could she say?
“But of course a cunt like you should be punished naked, so strip!”
Why had he made her wear clothes? Only to humiliate her further by making her strip obviously. But what was there to do? She slowly peeled out of her skimpy blouse and skirt and stood naked safe for the blindfold.
“Well, now that you are showing us your body for punishment, I think you should also tell us, what each part is good for – both for punishment and normally. For example what is this good for?” He touched her pussy with the tip of a riding crop. “Well, speak up. What is your cunt good for and how can it be punished?”
The crop tapped lightly on her pussylips, but the touch still made her cringe.
“My cunt can be fucked and ....,” she hesitated. “Or it can be cropped.”
Without a word the crop touched her ass.
“My ass can be fucked, too. And it can be cropped, too. OUchhh!”
“Oh, no cunt. Show a little imagination. What else?”
“It..., “she thought feverishly. “It can be belted.”
The crop slapped against her left nipple.
“My tits can be grabbed or fucked and ... and my nipples can be twisted.”
The crop caressed her face with surprising gentleness.
“My face is for fucking or sucking cock and ... and it can be slapped.”
She bit her lips when she realized she had practically invited all the boys to slap her.
“What a stupid cunt!” Morris’s voice dripped with scorn. “Too stupid to even remember what you are good for. That will be another punishment. But first you will ask each of the boys to punish you and he will decide where. Go ahead, cunt.”
Anne wondered what he was talking about, but knew she had no time, unless she wanted yet another punishment. She breathed deeply and steeled herself.
“Thomas, will you please punish me?”
She heard the boy get up.
“Bend over!”
She heard a swishing noise and realized it was the sound of a belt being pulled from trousers. A moment later she forgot that, when with a sharp crack the belt landed on or ass. She gasped as a wide strip of fire spread across her ass to be joined a moment later by another one, then another. She was moaning and begging by the time Thomas to her to stand up and not touch her ass.
“We haven’t got all day, cunt. Hurry up!” Morris tapped her sore ass with his crop. She continued with the next name that came to mind.
“Max, will you please punish me?”
She waited anxiously for his command while she heard the boy approach her. But no command came. She felt him behind her and suddenly cried out, when his fingers dug into her tits. He pinched her nipples hard and starting twisting slowly, bringing tears to her eyes.
“I can not hit you ten times. So I play with your nips, until you tell me 10 nice names for your tits.”
The boy’s finger pressed harder and wrenched her nipples. Anne tried hard to concentrate despite the pain.
“Tits, boobs, jugs, udders, funbags, saddlebags, ... ahemmm,” Anne bit her lip for the umpteenth time trying to ignore the pain and the humiliation and come up with more names. “Knockers, titties, teats, breast.”
Were those ten? She had lost count, then breathed a sigh of relief, when the boy let go.
“That’s ten, but you cheated. I already said tits and titties is the same and breasts? My girlfriend at home has breasts, but a slut like you? Hands behind head.”
She obeyed without thinking, then cringed when his heavy hand slapped her left breast so hard she was almost turned sideways.
“Up! Stand straight!”
She obeyed with trembling lips and bit back another cry, when he backhanded the same breast again, then quickly repeated the same treatment on the other side.
“Oh, I have problem now,” Max exclaimed suddenly. “That was two and I have one more to deliver, but to which bag? What do you think cunt?”
“The left one,” Anne said quickly hoping to get it over with.
“But that would be so unfair. You know what? I’ll just let you have it on both sides again.”
Anne felt as if her big breast were being knocked off by his open-handed blows and when she heard Max sit down, her breasts were burning as much as her ass. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, but she had to get through this somehow.
“Wasim, will you punish me, please?”
Again she heard the boy approach, again she felt the anticipation of pain to come, the wait for his order. He made her wait longer than the others had, walked around her slowly as if he had trouble deciding. Then out of the blue she felt his hand in her face making her left cheek burn. Again he made her wait, stood still, she knew not where exactly, but had to maintain position knowing he would slap her face again. Despite the foreknowledge the second slap came as a surprise again. And so it went on and on. Wasim really took his time, made her expect, fear and feel every slap a dozen time before it actually came. When he was done she was soaked in sweat and breathing hard as if she had just run a mile.
David and Bill opted for her ass and she felt as if she would not be able to sit for days, but wondered if she would not have preferred yet more welts on her ass, when both Pierre and Tom squeezed and twisted her nipples until she cried. Brian slapped her face again and Ewan and Charles added yet more welts to her sore ass. Fifty strokes with a belt! Whatever the last one did, please not more of that.
“Freddie, will you please punish me?”
“On your back on the floor, hands under your ass, legs spread, knees up!”
The commands came immediately and with authority. Anne hastened to assume the position.
“Now push your ass up until you rest on shoulders and feet.”
Suddenly Anne realized what this was leading up to. How painful could it be to have her pussy cropped?
“Now I think Max had a nice idea there. Of course I can count the strokes, but that does not mean, you should not tell us what you have there between your legs. And as soon as you say the word, I’ll crop the part of your body that is so important to you. All right, go ahead, and if you hesitate too long, I’ll crop you anyway, but it doesn’t count, of course. So hurry up.”
Anne steeled herself for the pain and was just about to start, when the crop sent a searing pain through her pussy. She collapsed on the floor and grabbed herself.
“Up, slut! Into position for your ten,” Freddie hissed.
“Make that twelve,” Morris interrupted conversationally. “One for breaking position and one more for touching herself.”
Anne slowly pulled her hands back underneath her and started raising he body.
“Pussy. Arghhhhh.” She had to fight her instincts hard to stay the way she was.
“Cunt. Owwwwwwwwwwww.” The pain was excruciating, but she knew that any hesitation would just earn her more.
“Snatch.” The pain became continuous, just increasing slightly when the crop hit and receding marginally in between strokes.
“Fuckhole.”
“Cock garage.” That one made a few of the spectators snicker.
“Twat.”
“Slimehole.”
“Cum deposit.” She did not even dare to think where she had heard all those degrading terms before.
“Tail.”
“Sluthole.”
“Lustcave.”
“Whorehole.”
By the last stroke her pussy felt almost numb, just an area of dull pain. Sweat was running in rivulets down her stomach and between her breasts. Relieved she was about to lower herself, when she heard Morris’s voice.
“Stay in position, slut. What are you?”
“I’m a 3-hole-cunt, Sir,” she whispered completely exhausted.
“And I guess after our little display here quite a few of us will want to test if you have learnt your lesson. I have prepared a few lots here, gentlemen. After all you won’t want to go to the trouble of actually standing in line to use one of those three cunts. So please draw lots as you leave and then kindly inform each other whose turn it is.”
Oh no, after all this she was sure she would have to service all the boys. What if anyone wanted to fuck her pussy, when every touch of it hurt?
“And you, cunt, repeat 25 times what you are, then remove the blindfold and do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Anne’s voice seemed to have taken on a life of its own and she seemed to hear someone else repeat the same phrase over and over again, while she tried to stay in position with her legs spread wide and her aching pussy raised and on display.
“I am a 3-hole-cunt. I am a 3-hole cunt.”
She heard the boys filing out one by one and wondered, if she had been left alone or whether Morris was still standing somewhere quietly. She took no risks and repeated the demeaning phrase 25 times. Then she removed the blindfold – and found herself presenting her pussy to all 5 girls.
“You can lower your ass, cunt. No one here is going to fuck your filthy hole no matter how much you beg for it,” Lydia remarked her voice dripping with scorn. “I knew you were a degraded slut the moment you licked ass as if you enjoyed it, but I did not know you were so degraded that you let all the boys fuck you, too. Imagine, us having a whore for a teacher.”
“But Lydia, you can’t talk to Ms Woodall that way,” the quiet voice belonged to shy, beautiful Tina Rivers. “After all she is our teacher.”
“So?” Lydia grinned. “What do you think she is going to do? Flunk us all? We are going to have the best grades ever.”
“No, we are not,” Belinda interrupted. “Rick made it quite clear that whatever we do with her, school and our grades have nothing to do with it. He set this up, he controls her and he said we can have all the fun we want with her, but he is not going to provide us with an easy pass through our last year. Mind you,” she added grinning, “she is still a whore.”
“I still say we cannot treat our teacher this way,” Tina maintained.
“Aww, come on Tina, this is fun and I’m sure Ms Woodall secretly enjoys it herself or she would not do it. Besides I am sick and tired of playing with my pussy myself. It’s much nicer to have her do it. I don’t know about you girls, but the whole thing has left me horny. Come on, lick my pussy.” Katja pulled down her panties and spread her legs invitingly.
“Katja! How can you? Here in front of all of us!” Tina cried.
“Oh don’t pretend, Tina.” Roseanne interrupted. “We have all seen each other’s pussies in the changing rooms and the showers. And don’t forget we share a room, girl. I know you play with yourself, when you want to and you know I do. So where’s the problem? Besides, look at our little pussylicker here. She does not share your objections obviously.”
All eyes turned to Anne, who was already busy with her head under Katja’s skirt and her tongue on her clit.
“Well, at least now she remembers what her mouth is good for,” Belinda grinned. “Which reminds me. This is not about having her service us, which I sure she will a lot in future, this is about punishing her for not remembering she can be used to lick pussy.”
Damn, but she couldn’t have know the girls were there and she did not want to tell the boys about the things she had done for Belinda and Rick, let alone what had happened with Katja and Lydia. Now she was in for it from the girls.
“So what shall we do with Ms Wodall?” Roseanne asked.
“First of all, we make sure that everyone remembers her proper name,” Belinda smiled. “Katja, you can have her later, but now we all want a bit of fun. Come here, cunt.”
Anne hesitated for a moment hoping Katja would protest. At least that girl was quite nice to her and besides, as long as her face was hidden under Katja’s skirt, she did not have to face them all. But no protest came, instead Katja started closing her legs and reluctantly Anne backed away and faced Belinda. The girl was holding a marker pen in her hand as she approached Anne and without looking down Anne could feel what she wrote on her chest.
“Right,” Belinda grinned impishly. “And anyone who calls her Ms Woodall now, has to pay a forfeit. Like not getting her pussy serviced for an hour. She is Cunt, after all she said so herself, 25 times.”
Among general merriment Belinda sat down.
“Well, why not let each one of us make a suggestion? I’m sure we will all enjoy each other’s ideas. And you, cunt, kneel in the corner and cover your ears. After all we want to surprise you.”
Anne did as she had been told, her entire body still hurting and uncertain what was worse, the physical pain, the humiliation of being used by all her students or the prospect of having to endure yet more punishment and then being used by all the boys. She gladly pressed her hand to her ears trying to blank out the situation altogether. How had she ever got into this? By now she was in so deep she knew there was absolutely no turning back, if she ever wanted to work again. And aside from this, she liked the school and the teachers and could see herself staying here. But she had to get through this year first, somehow. It was going to be a very long year.
She started when a hand touched her shoulder.
“We are going to play a little game, cunt. We will give you the chance to decide on the amount of your punishment yourself. If you pay attention, it will be small. If you don’t ...,” Lydia let the sentence trail off. “The rules are so simple that even a cunt like you can understand them. You get in the middle of the room and listen carefully. Each time a part of your body is mentioned in our conversation, you do your best to show it off to its best advantage. Understood, cunt?”
“Yes, Lydia.”
“Then why aren’t you showing off your cunt, cunt?” Lydia giggled. “And that will be Miss Lydia from now on.”
“Yes, Miss Lydia.” Anne lowered herself onto her back and spread her legs.
“Ok, girls, what shall we talk about? Our cunt’s ass or maybe her tits?”
Anne hurriedly turned over to show off her ass, then rolled back and pushed up her tits.
“No, talking about the cunt is boring,” Roseanne took up the thread, while Anne quickly raised her leg to present her pussy. “Let’s talk about school. Did you hear there is a hole in the roof? Water got in and bags of stuff got wet. I caught a snatch of conversation from the janitor. I was at the bottom of the stairs, so I couldn’t catch the whole of it.”
“I think we need to motivate our cunt a bit more,” Belinda looked up from a piece of paper she had been busy making marks on. “She got two cunts, an ass and tits, but missed the ‘hole’, ‘bags’, ‘snatch’, ‘bottom’ and ‘whole’. Different spelling, but who cares. You really need to think more of your hole, cunt.”
Anne groaned in frustration. The conversation went on and on and she kept writhing around on the ground presenting all parts of her body in a sort of degraded sex show. When they had finally had enough and announced that she had missed 17 and Anne saw Belinda get up with a cane in her hand, she lost her composure.
“No, please, no more. My ass is hurting so much. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.” She knelt before them begging.
They looked at each other and exploded with laugher.
“You are doing that anyway, cunt,” Belinda grinned.
“But maybe she could offer us something we haven’t thought of.” Surprisingly Tina suddenly made a suggestion.
“Yes, something really degrading,” Roseanne added. “Well, any suggestions?”
Anne grabbed the first thing she could think of.
“I will kiss all your asses.”
There was a moment’s silence, then some of the girl’s laughed, while Tina looked incredulous.
“But that is so humiliating, kissing another person’s ass,” she exclaimed.
“That is exactly why she is going to do it. But not just like that. She is going to beg each one of us for it. Come on, girls, let’s give her some nice asses to kiss.”
Unselfconsciously Lydia dropped her clothes and bent over resting her elbows on the counter of the small kitchen unit, where the boys could make themselves some snacks. Katja and Belinda followed suit. Anne approached them and sank to her knees behind Belinda.
“May I kiss your ass, Belinda?”
“Oh no, cunt. After all you want to escape your punishment. So make sure to show us how much the privilege means to you,” Belinda objected.
“Please, Miss Belinda, may I have the honour of kissing your wonderful ass?”
“You may, cunt.”
Anne pressed her lips to each of Belinda’s tight buttocks, then slid over to Lydia.
“Miss Lydia, may I please have the privilege of adoring your ass with my lips?”
“Kiss away, cunt.” Lydia could hardly control her laughter, when Anne pressed her lips to her generous behind.
“Please, Miss Katja, will you allow me to show my gratitude by kissing your sweet behind?”
When Anne had performed that degrading act, too, she was relieved, but only for a moment.
“Three asses kissed, that leaves 14 strokes.”
“And she did not even kiss my asshole,” Katja complained smiling.
“Kiss your asshole? No one would do that,” Tina exclaimed.
“She will. Try her out. Come on, dare you!”
Katja got up slowly and looked over Anne’s naked body, then lay down on a couch and pushed up her skirt. There were a few gasps, when the girls saw she was not wearing panties. Anne approached her on her knees. She hated the situation and the stares the other girls gave her, but she did not want any more strokes. So she pushed her face between Tina’s cheeks and softly touched her pucker with her lips.
“You can do better than that, cunt,” Lydia’s voice admonished.
Anything to avoid the cane. Anne’s tongue flicked out and licked Tina’s asshole expertly. She heard Tina gasp in surprise and kept licking and pushing and wriggling the tip of her tongue against Tina tight pucker, until a knock on the door made her stop.
“Are you going to take long with her yet, girls? Some of us are getting a little impatient,” a male voice shouted.
“Only a few more minutes,” Lydia shouted back. “Well shall we deduct three more for kissing and licking asshole? That leaves 11 then and no more time to reduce them. Bend over cunt.”
Anne trembled.
“Please, what else can I do?”
“You can bend over that table or I’ll tell Rick you refused our order!”
Belinda swished the cane through the air. Reluctantly Anne walked over and bent over the table. Belinda administered three strokes, each one making Anne cry out. The other girls caned her twice each. Surprisingly it was Tina who hit her hardest bringing tears to her eyes. When it was over Anne could hardly think. She heard the girls talking in low tones and giggling. Finally it was Roseanne who addressed her.
“We decided we can’t let you go in this condition. We are going to give the boys a little present. Go sit in that chair in front of the computer. Look what we have brought up on the screen for you. I’m sure it is what you want most, isn’t it?”
Anne sat down very carefully and when she looked at the screen she was faced with a big picture of an erect cock. The image reminded her of what lay in store for her and she gasped.
“See?” Lydia grinned. “Just seeing a cock makes her horny as hell. Go ahead cunt. Let’s see how a shameless whore like you prepares herself for cock. I’m sure the boys won’t go in for much foreplay, so make sure your hole gets nice and wet. Come on, we want to see your cunt cream.”
And now she even had to masturbate in front of them! But Lydia was right. Her pussy was hurting now, but it would hurt a lot more, if the boys tried to fuck it dry. She started caressing her clit and massaging her breasts, while the girl commented on her shameless behaviour. And she did get wet surprisingly quickly. Her movements became faster.
“Better stop that or we may be back here tomorrow for more.”
Tina’s voice brought her back and she stopped reluctantly.
“Right, I’ll take her to her room. If we leave her to go alone, she’ll probably disappear in the toilet or the broom closet and rub her snatch,” Melinda stated.
“Wait, let’s prepare her for transport first,” Lydia grinned and took up the marker Belinda had used previously. What she wrote made some of the girls gasp. Lydia motioned Anne to stand in front of a mirror.
“Want me to remove that? I think it fits you. Well, any objections?”
“No, Miss Lydia,” Anne whispered and turned towards the door bearing the lettering ‘piece-of-shit whore’.
“On your knees, cunt. You are going to crawl to your room,” Belinda stated.
Outside most of the doors were open and the boys followed her slow crawling progress with broad grins, especially when Belinda made her crawl faster with a few slaps on her maltreated ass. Belinda had hardly delivered her to her room, when Wasim entered.
“I drew the first lot, cunt,” he announced, his dark face grinning broadly. “Get out my cock and start sucking.”
By the time she had serviced all the boys Anne’s knees and mouth were numb and her face was dripping, but she was grateful nonetheless that they had not used her sore pussy or ass.
When Anne awoke on Sunday morning, her face itched like hell. She automatically tried to scratch, but was brought up short by the ropes she was tied down with. She sighed. She could not even remember Morris tying her to the bed as he had most evening she had house duty. This time he had tied her wrists to her ankles forcing her to split her thighs obscenely. When she tried to move she felt the chafing of a tight crotch rope in her pussy. The taste of cum was still in her mouth and with a strip of tape across it there was nothing she could do to get rid of it. The rope across her clit hurt and the itching of the dried cum in her face drove her crazy. It felt like hours that she lay on her bed. The sun was way up and she felt the need to pee more and more urgently. She tried calling one of the boys, but through the tape she could only moan.
When the door finally opened and Morris strolled in, she was almost frantic and tried to beg him to tie her lose, but he ignored her wriggling and moaning completely.
“Listen carefully, cunt, I don’t repeat my orders. Now that we all know what a piece-of-shit whore you are things are going to change. When you are here on house duty, you remain naked and you obey and service every one of us, whenever we want. You greet us all by kneeling and you greet me by kissing my shoes every time we meet. When you are home you only serve with my express permission. If I give it to someone that person will show you a fuckpass signed by me. When someone presents the pass, there will be no excuses, you do what you are told.”
Morris leaned against the side of the bed and when Anne again tried to make herself understood he casually backhanded her across her spread pussy making her yelp.
“Shut up when your owner is talking, cunt. And during lessons you will start wearing very skimpy clothes. I like those schoolgirl outfits for example. And when the skirt hardly covers your ass, you may wear panties occasionally. Wouldn’t want to insult the other students by showing them your whorecunt all the time. And I wonder when the teachers will start making passes at you. When one does, you let me know, and I’ll decide whether he can fuck you or not. Now for your behaviour in the classroom.”
He kept giving her detailed instructions on how to behave during her lessons with her group each of them usually enough to make her blanch and try to object. But at the moment she was far too uncomfortable to care. She just wanted to be untied and allowed to wash her face and go pee. Instead Morris kept looking down at her with a sardonic smile that showed he knew very well what she wanted to tell him. The silence had lasted minutes, when finally he reached out and touched her lower belly.
“Want to piss, cunt?” he asked smiling and pressed down lightly almost making Anne lose her control and wet her bed. She nodded frantically.
“Well, the way I see it, you have two choices. When I remove that tape you can beg me to allow you to use the boys' toilet here, but then you will have to remain sitting on it for an hour. Or you could tell me you had rather stay where you are. Well, what is it going to be?”
He reached out and tore the piece of tape off Anne’s mouth. She hardly realized the pain when the adhesive came off.
“Please, Sir, may I use the toilet here for an hour, Sir? Please?”
Morris took his time pretending to think.
“Ok, if you beg so nicely. Though I don’t know what the other guys will say about you occupying their toilet for an hour. But ok, go ahead.” He paused. “Oh you can’t. You are still tied up.”
He slowly and carefully untied her, but as an afterthought, slapped the sticky tape back over her mouth. When she got up hurriedly, he caught her by her hair.
“How do you greet me each time we meet, cunt?” He asked in a strict tone delivering some slaps to her breasts.
Desperate now, Anne fell to her knees and kissed his feet as avidly as she could with her mouth still taped.
“Much better, now come!”
He grabbed her by the hair again and led her bent almost double towards the boys’ restroom. He pointed her to a stall, which, Anne realized immediately, had no door. Did they all want to watch her pissing?
“Sit!” Morris commanded. “But don’t dare piss before I allow you to and leave.”
Fat chance, Anne thought. She certainly did not want to pee in front of Morris. The boy bent down and fiddled with her ankle. When she looked down her ankle was tied to one end of a bar that lay behind the bowl. Before she could wonder what this meant her other ankle was affixed as well, effectively tying her to the toilet. Morris turned to leave.
“Just to make sure you don't leave before your hour is over. Now go ahead, piss if you must, cunt. Someone will untie you in an hour.”
She could hardly wait for the door to close. It was such a relief to let go and even more of a relief to know she had not wet herself in front of that boy. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself.
“Having a tinkle in the boys’ room, cunt?” Ewan was standing in front of her open stall watching. “Don’t mind me. Just keep pissing. It’s kind of cool to watch you piss, before I do.”
She couldn’t have stopped anyway. Too big was the relief and she conceded she had even gone through that humiliation. With her ankles tied behind her her legs had to remain open and present a clear view of her pissing. Ewan made no bones about watching with interest until she was finished. And still kept watching her.
“Aren’t you going to get up and make room for me?” He asked.
“But, Ewan, look, I can’t. Morris tied me up here.”
“Well, that is your problem then,” the boy smirked slowly pulling down his zipper.
“What... please, please don’t make me give you head here. I’ll do it later in my room, Ewan.”
The boy shook his head.
“First of all I think you are to address us all as Sir. And secondly I have no intention of having you give me a blowjob. You gave me quite a good one yesterday and later I intend to fuck your tight asshole. Oh no. The point is I need to take a leak and I always do it here, so if you don’t get up ...”
Anne stared dumbfounded, while Ewan pulled his cock from his pants and stood before her.
“Noo, Ewan, I mean Sir. Please, please not that...”
Her voice trailed off, when the first spurt of piss hit between her breasts. She could only watch, while the hot stinking liquid ran down across her stomach and between her legs. He was simply pissing on her! She was too shocked to be outraged or humiliated, simply could not believe what was happening. When he was done, he put his cock back into his pants and grinned.
“I must say, much nicer than just using the bowl. I could get used to that.”
In inevitably she did not have long to wait for the next boys, Tom Lloyd first in line. But before he unzipped his pants he produced another marker pen and busied herself writing on her body. Charles standing behind him read along aloud, more for her benefit than his own.
“’Pisswhore Anne.’ Yeah that is pretty obvious, but do you think the ‘aim here’ is really necessary? Although the target between her tits is rather a nice touch. And the ‘piss run’ down her stomach is, too. And she certainly has a ‘pisshole’ between her legs. Ewan said she pissed for ages. But that is quite enough, Tom, my man. Stop writing and start pissing.”
Tom did not hesitate any longer and when he was done, Charles’ cock replaced his, then came Pierre, then Max, then .... . She could not quite remember, but it must have been all of them, before Morris came to untie her.
“You stink, cunt. Go shower!”
She bit her lips and lowered herself to kiss his shoes, but he pushed her away.
“Not while you stink like a public convenience. And don’t you dare use our showers her. Go shower in the girls’.”
Stinking of piss and with the lettering smeared, but still quite legible she made her way over to the girls’ side. Roseanne saw her, wrinkled her nose and then burst out laughing when she saw the writing.
“Hey girls, you want to see this. Or smell it. There is apparently no end to the degradation of our cunt.”
The others came out of their rooms to watch her, then disappeared shaking their heads. Lydia however followed her into the shower room, made her kneel and added her own piss, then told Anne to hurry up with her shower, as she wanted her pussy and ass licked.
When she was finally released on Sunday afternoon Anne hurried back to her cottage and tried to forget the weekend as best she could. She buried herself in a book and chatted with her friend Mary, who wanted to know all about her new life at school. If you knew, Anne thought, while she explained all about how nice the school was.
But the Monday morning came all too soon and she ventured out of her house in the most provoking clothes she could find in her wardrobe. The skimpy white blouse, short tartan skirt and white socks made her look like the porn version of a schoolgirl, which was probably, what Morris had had in mind. At least she had permission to wear panties. Her heart was pounding, when she entered the staff room. The conversation stopped for a moment upon her entry and she heard some sharp hisses of indrawn breath. When she passed the table shared by three elderly female teachers, she could have sworn she heard a whispered 'slut'.
Colin, the other 6th form teacher, came towards her smiling.
"Nice outfit, Anne. Much better than what some of the others are wearing. You look good enough to eat."
Confused and blushing she mumbled something noncommittal as she brushed past him. During her early lessons she felt the students' eyes on her breasts and exposed legs and had to concentrate very hard on her lessons. On the way to the cafeteria for lunch Colin fell in with her obviously trying his best to flirt. Under normal circumstances she would have joined the flirtation, as Colin was a nice guy and quite good-looking, too, but she felt Morris's eyes on her across the room and remained aloof. Still she could not help herself wondering how good Colin would be in bed.
When she was leaving the cafeteria Morris cornered her on some pretext.
"Anything to report?" he asked conversationally.
"Mr Barker wasn't making a pass at me, he was just trying to be nice." Anne knew exactly was Morris was getting at.
"Good," Morris grinned. "I wouldn't let him fuck you anyway. He is much too good-looking for a slag like you."
Anne could only bite her lip, while Morris sauntered away down the hallway, and make her way to her next class. The last class of the day was a double in her homeroom and Anne walked slowly trying to make sure she remembered all the rules Morris had given her. At some point she realized she wasn't even thinking of disobeying them anymore, but obeyed almost automatically now. She entered the room flustered and her heart beating in her throat. She made sure the door was closed tightly, before she turned towards the class and knelt next to her desk.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."
"Good afternoon, whore," they replied in unison. Anne hoped desperately no one was passing the door at that moment.
"I have pissed 3 times today and my state of arousal is 6 out of 10. Since our last lesson I have serviced all of you. May I present my body for inspection?" She hoped she had remembered correctly how she was to start all lesson from now on.
"Go ahead."
She got up and presented her tits and ass. When she was spreading her legs and pulling aside her panties to show off her pussy, Lydia crooked a finger at her. She walked over and spread her legs for Lydia, who immediately pushed a finger in. Anne bit her lip trying not to moan.
"Hardly wet," she commented. "At best a 4.5, not a 6." She wiped her finger on Anne's thighs and motioned her back to the desk.
"I would like to announce that during the mid-lesson break, I will always be available for pussylicking and cocksucking from now on. If you have finished assignments before the allotted time, I am also available for you to pass the time. Should you find the lesson too boring, you will please remind me of that by using your rulers on my ass."
By the time she was finished with that, her face was a burning red, but cast a nervous look at Morris hoping she had remembered everything correctly. He only grinned.
"May I start the lesson now?"
There were reluctant nods and she attempted to concentrate on her teaching.
The next few days went by almost normally. Morris had forbidden her to switch house duty, so despite the long weekend she was back on Wednesday night and had to service most her students. But by then she was almost resigned to that and grateful Morris did not come up with any new degradations. Most of the boys used her mouth and ass, but Wasim wanted to fuck her pussy and she had to fight hard not to have another orgasm, but was left incredibly horny. She spent an almost sleepless night fighting her urges trying to maintain a last vestige of self-respect, but when she entered her classroom on Thursday morning she knew she had lost.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," she intoned on her knees.
"Good morning, whore," came the usual answer.
Despite her efforts to calm herself Anne's voice quivered, when she continued.
"I have pissed once this morning and my state of arousal is 10 out of 10. Since our last lesson I licked 3 pussies, sucked 4 cocks and had 5 in my ass and one in my cunt. May I please present my body for inspection?"
She saw Morris's grin widen as she showed off her body. She balled her fists, but knew she could not take it any longer.
"Mr Morris has decreed that when I get to be fully horny, I may beg for an orgasm and the decision will be made by vote. If the vote is affirmative, I may then choose three of you to set me tasks I need to fulfil to earn my orgasm. Once I have done that, the person whose task I have chosen, will decree how I may come." The students faces showed no surprise. Of course Morris would have explained it all to them before. She took a deep breath. "May I please have an orgasm? If you are in favour, please raise your hands."
Morris ostentatiously folded his arms across his chest. He would love to see her lose control and have an orgasm without permission, she knew. The others looked at each other for a moment, then Roseanne was the first to raise her hand, followed by Wasim. Slowly more hands were raised. Anne breathed a huge sigh, when the decision was 10 to 7 in favour.
"I guess you got lucky, whore," Morris smirked. "Let's see who is to give you the tasks. Name them now and you will get your tasks at the end of the lesson."
Anne had spent half the night thinking about who to choose, imagining who would set the least degrading tasks. Katja enjoyed using her tongue, but did not seem mean, while she hoped Tina would be too shy to set anything really bad. She had chosen Charles as her third, as she knew he loved fucking and had the biggest cock. Maybe he would give her an orgasm by fucking her.
"Please, could Miss Yeager, Miss Rivers and Mr Walsh set the tasks for me?"
The three nodded.
"May I start the lesson now?"
Her hope that Charles would like to fuck her was dashed, when he demanded a blowjob during the mid-lesson break. Still she tried hard to make it good hoping to ease her lot. At the end of the lesson she went back down on her knees.
"May I please hear my tasks now, ladies and gentlemen? Miss Yeager, what may I do so you will grant me an orgasm?"
"Well, since you are very eager, when you lick my asshole and you said you don't mind, if there is a bit of pee in my pussy, when you lick that, I'm sure you won't mind licking my ass, when I've had a crap."
Anne was dumbfounded.
"Yeah," someone interjected to general laughter. "Then she'll be a real piece-of-shit whore."
"NEVER!" Anne almost shouted.
"Come here," Morris ordered curtly.
Still seething she went over to him and looked down at him belligerently.
"Turn, spread wide, bend over," he commanded.
Anne needed a moment to remember not to disobey a direct order from him and complied reluctantly. A moment later she collapsed in tears clutching her pussy.
"Hand off your slimy cunt!" Morris stared down at her tapping his wooden ruler on the desk. "You had better remember your place, whore. Katja offered you a chance to have an orgasm. The least you can do is decline politely. Now get up and beg me to give you only one more. And this time stay in position."
Anne bit back the tears and stared in morbid fascination at the ruler, that had hit her most vulnerable flesh. Slowly she picked herself up from the floor and got back into position. Steeling herself for the pain she begged.
"Please, Mr Morris. I'll be a good, respectful whore. Please only give me one more."
He made her wait while her fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and she breathed heavily. When the ruler found her open pussy, teardrops fell and she only just managed to stifle a scream.
"She grunts like pig," Max smirked. "Maybe she gets orgasm from whipping cunt."
"Here, lick my ruler clean. I'm sure there is cuntslime on it."
Morris held the ruler so low, she had to kneel and bend forward to lick its length.
"Now apologize to Katja."
She turned and crawled the few yards on her knees, then bent low and kissed Katja's feet. Anything to avoid more pain in her pussy.
"I apologize, Mrs Yeager. I thank you for your suggestion, but I respectfully decline."
Katja looked down at her viviously.
"You'll spend a long time licking my clean ass for this," she hissed.
When Anne made it back to the front of the class, she breathed a sigh of relief at having avoided more punishment. She swore she would react more circumspectly no matter what the other suggestions were.
"Miss Rivers, may I hear your task now?"
"I want you to be our little doggy for a while, you know, heel and sit and fetch and so on," Tina blurted out breathlessly blushing at her own audacity.
Crawling around on the floor and being ordered about like a dog by all of them? Anne was on the point of refusing (though politely), when she caught herself. Better hear the last task first.
"Mr Walsh, could you please tell me your task?"
The tall black boy stretched is body out relishing the moment. Anne could not interpret whether his smile was just happy or ironic.
"You'll like this one, I'm sure. All you have to do is get on the desk, raise your legs so your cunt is nice and open and beg to be fucked hard," he looked around the room as if waiting for applause. "You'll have to do it on the Headmaster's desk, though."
This created absolute mayhem as everyone wanted to pitch in with a comment.
"Right, have her fucked by that old geezer."
"I'm sure old Goodman would just love a wet snatch on his desk."
"Most of his cock won't fit in because of his belly."
It took a few minutes until they calmed down and looked at her waiting for her answer. Morris broke the silence.
"Well, what is it to be? Of course you can refuse them all and take the 25 with the crop. Maybe Max is right and that will give you an orgasm."
Anne tried to collect her thoughts. She simply could not just ask the headmaster to fuck her and she knew she would never want 25 strokes of the crop on her pussy.
"I'll be you doggy, Miss Rivers," she whispered.
"Strip, bitch!" Morris commanded immediately.
"But please, Mr Morris, can't we do it up in the common room? If someone came in?"
"Shut up, bitch. Or do you want 25 with the ruler?"
Shivering at the thought Anne shed her clothes and went down on hands an knees. Trying to get this over with, she crawled over to Tina and started nuzzling her leg. She felt Tina stroking her hair like she would a dog. But almost immediately she heard Ewan's voice.
"Heel!"
When she reluctantly crawled over to him he got up and walked around the classroom. Anne tried to stay close to his left leg as she had seen trained dogs do, afraid of the ruler Ewan kept in his hand. After Ewan Pierre took over, then Brian. When they had finally had enough of her crawling through the classroom Anne was soaked in sweat.
"Here, sit!"
Thomas started a new round of humiliations. They made her sit, lie down, roll over and do all the other tricks people teach their dogs. When Lydia called her over with a twinkle in her eye, Anne knew the degradation would get worse. Lydia was holding a piece of sausage left over from her lunch.
"Beg, bitch!"
It took all of Anne's self-control not to shout obscenities at the girl, but to sit up on her haunches and raise her hands.
"Good doggie," Lydia commended her. "Here's your treat."
She threw the sausage in the air. Anne was too surprised to react and only watched it fall.
"Bad bitch! Go and get your treat!"
Biting her lip Anne turned and lowered her mouth to the floor. Gingerly she picked it up with her lips and presented it to Lydia.
"What should I do with it, bitch? Do you think I'll eat thing that have been on the dirty floor and, even worse, in a bitch's mouth? Eat!"
The sausage nearly stuck in her throat, but she obeyed. Now of course they all wanted to get rid of the remains of their lunches. Anne did not manage to catch a single one and soon the bits of food were thrown all across the room, making her crawl between the benches to find and eat them. She was just picking up a piece of biscuit form beneath two chairs in the last row, when the room suddenly turned quiet.
"What are you all still doing here? The lesson has been over for almost an hour."
As Anne heard the familiar voice she blanched and started shivering. What if he found her here, like this, naked on the floor? What if he saw her clothes? She desperately tried to remember where she had put them and if they were visible from the door.
"Ms Woodall gave us some discussion topic, headmaster. And we decided we had better have the discussion right away, where we can all sit together. We apologize, if the discussion got a bit out of hand."
"Ahh, ok, carry on then."
She heard the door close.
"Here, bitch!" Morris seemed completely unfazed as he called her over. He emptied the content of his lunchbox on the floor and added his neighbour's as well. "You have worked hard, bitch, you must be hungry. So have your dinner now and then you are finished."
Anne looked at the revolting mixture of crumbled cookies, pieces of fruit and sausage. Only the thought that this would end her humiliation made her bow her head and feed off the floor like a dog. It was only, when she had almost finished, that she realized, she was only minutes away from her first orgasm for many days and the thought made her pussy tingle and cream. She raised her head off the floor and without thinking crawled over to Tina.
"How may I have my orgasm, Miss Rivers, please?"
Again Tina looked flustered and her voice was bare audible.
"You can play with yourself."
Slightly disappointed Anne thanked Tina and was running her hands slowly down her body in anticipation, when Morris intervened.
"Stop, bitch. Not yet. You are probably too dumb to remember, but on Sunday we will have our first anniversary. You will have been my cunt for a month. And I have decided we will have a little celebration at your house. You will prepare lunch for us and afterwards we will have a little fun. And you know what? Since I am sure we will all have several orgasms from you various services, I think you should also have two orgasms. So you will play with your cunt for us and then later will have a special celebratory orgasm that you won't forget any time soon. Aren't you going to thank me, whore?"
Wait till Sunday? Another three days? Resigned Anne lowered her head and kissed Morris's shoes.
"Thank you, Sir."
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