The buildings looked stayed and full of tradition. Anne liked them and the park surrounding them at first sight and was even happier she had taken this job at the small 6th form boarding school rather than the one at the state school she had been offered, too. She followed the driveway round the building until she found the staff parking lot. Although it was the last day before the start of the new term there were only half a dozen other cars and she found space for her small Honda easily. Grabbing her smaller suitcase she made for the door. There would be time for the big one later, when she knew where her rooms were.
She pushed open the door and found herself in a long deserted hallway. Uncertainly she walked along listening to the sound of her footsteps. Apparently the headmaster did not believe in signposting, there were numbers on the doors, but no signs to tell her where the office or the headmaster's study were. Anne started, when suddenly two teenagers came out of a room. The two seemed just as surprised, but after the initial recoiling two pairs of eyes scanned her body, then fastened on her breasts. Although Anne knew the effect her C-sized breasts had on adolescents and tried to hide them in full cup bras, she still blushed. She forced herself to remain calm. It just wouldn't do to get flustered the first time she met students.
"Hi, I'm new here. Can you tell me where the headmaster's office is?"
With obvious difficulty the two raised their eyes to her face. A blond boy of about 17 smiled.
"Sure, Miss. Down the hall and on the left, the last door."
"Thanks, guys."
She walked on. The two had seemed friendly enough. She breathed out and had to smile at her own nervousness. She found the door easily enough and introduced herself to the headmaster. He, too, seemed friendly and easygoing, about in his mid fifties, slightly balding and somewhat overweight. After a few minutes of small talk about her trip and the weather, he came to the point.
"Right, Miss Goodall. I'm sure you'll be eager to know what your job here will entail. I know this is somewhat unusual, but since your predecessor left us rather suddenly, you will be settled with one of our two final grade classes. Seventeen students, 12 of them boys and 5 girls. They are really a nice lot. All of our students are quite well-behaved. Although I am sure you will know that teenagers can be a bit rowdy at times. Mister Barker has the other final grade and I'm sure he will be happy to fill you in on everything you need to know. Are you ok with that?"
"Oh, of course," Anne replied smiling. "I know I will need some help to get the hang of it, but I'm prepared to work hard and take advice from more experienced teachers."
"That's the spirit," the headmaster smiled. "Besides that, this being a boarding school, you will have to take your turn as House Master. Or I really should say House Mistress in these gender conscious times." They shared a quick smile. "And there is the problem, I'm afraid. You will share responsibility for Aspinall House, which is home to all 35 final graders with Mister Barker and two other teachers. There are two wings, boys and girls, of course. As it is, every teacher is expected to be on duty about twice a week. The problem with that is that we are a bit short on accommodation. Your predecessor, being married, had a house in the village and maintained only a small bedroom, hardly more than a broom cupboard, to be honest, here for his duty nights."
"But I thought I would get rooms from the school and haven't made any arrangements for private accommodation," Anne interrupted. "It said so in the contract."
The headmaster raised a hand. "And so you will, very nice accommodation in fact. As you drove up to the house, you may have seen a small cottage on the left among the trees. A former gardener's cottage. I was thinking of putting you up there. It is quite small, but very nice for a single person like you. The problem is that the only room you could stay in during duty nights is on the boys' side. I have already made it clear to the boys that they will have to be decent in the hallway to and from the bathrooms. Do you think you might manage staying there?"
After the shock Anne was relieved.
"Sure, no problem. I'll just keep my door closed and knock when I leave the room," she quipped.
The headmaster grinned. He picked up a key ring from his desk.
"Great. This is the key to the cottage. I'll call one of your boys to show you the way. And we always have a staff dinner the night before the start of term. If you could be here in the staff dining room at 7 I could introduce you to the other teachers."
He picked up a phone and punched two numbers.
"Goodman here, who is that? Ahh, Morris. I wonder if you could spare a few minutes to show your new teacher to her quarters in the gardener's cottage. … No, Morris, not later, now."
He put the phone down shaking his head.
"Most of our students are very well-mannered, but this Morris really needs a firm hand. He considers himself above the rules sometimes. Rich daddy and highly intelligent, too." He suddenly smiled. "But I'm sure you'll be more than capable of providing that. He's in your class."
A couple of minutes later a knock on the door interrupted them and a dark-haired, good-looking young man entered smiling somewhat sardonically. The headmaster did the introductions and Anne followed the student out of the office. He made no attempt to take Anne's suitcase and once outside slowed down until he was walking next to Anne and openly stared at her breasts. She pretended not to notice. If she made a fuss every time men stared at her breasts, she would have time for nothing else.
Morris identified her car right away. It was probably the only one unknown to him. He steered towards the passenger door, then stepped aside as if waiting for Anne to open the door for him. You can wait till you grow roots, Anne thought and went to the boot to drop her small suitcase in. Then she sauntered over to the driver's door. He got in on the other side and immediately pushed his seat all the way back. Out of the corner of her eye Anne saw that he was enjoying the view – the view down her blouse. She allowed herself a small smile. He would probably jerk off tonight thinking of her breasts.
"What's so amusing?" Morris suddenly asked, the first words he had spoken since leaving the office.
For a split second Anne toyed with the idea of telling him, but of course that wouldn't do.
"Just looking forward to my new job."
"Oh, I thought you enjoyed being alone with me so much."
Anne looked over and saw him grinning.
"Don't get any ideas, Morris," she answered curtly.
The drive down to the cottage was short and they both remained silent. When they got out, Morris turned to her and with his eyes firmly fixed on her breasts said.
"I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you, Anne." He licked his lips slowly.
"And that will be Ms Woodall to you, Morris. It seems you forgot your manners over the summer. But rest assured you will rediscover them quickly enough. I will see to that. I'm a firm believer in discipline. You may leave now."
For a moment Morris looked furious at being dismissed like this, but then his face broke into a wolfish grin.
"Others have tried that before you, Ms Woodall," he gave the Ms an insolent inflection. "We'll see about learning manners."
Before Anne could make any reply he turned away and made his way back to the school. Anne sighed. Hardly arrived and she already had a problem student. And here she had expected students at the private school to be better behaved.
She turned and put the key in the lock.
The cottage was a pleasant surprise. She had come expecting some rather drab institutional apartment off a noisy hallway, but this was more like a well-appointed holiday cottage. Granted it was small, but then she was single and did not need a palatial house. She entered straight into a cozy living-room with a small kitchen unit and breakfast bar hidden around a corner. The furnishings were slightly old-fashioned, but the whole place oozed character. There was even an small open fireplace. A couple of comfortable armchairs, a low coffee table and a small cabinet left room enough to breathe. Since there was obviously no room for a study a desk had been placed under a window. The only two doors led to a well-appointed shower room and toilet and the only bedroom. She smiled, when she saw the queen-sized bed. She loved having the space to stretch out. But the best feature was the garden. Both the bedroom and the living-room had big French doors leading out into a small walled garden. It looked slightly overgrown, but she with a bit of gardening on a couple of weekends she would have a wonderful and very private retreat. It would more than compensate for spending a couple of night per week in some broom closet overseeing the students. She promised herself to bring lots of work on those nights so she could enjoy her little cottage as much as possible.
The sound of a chime made her start and she was halfway to the front door, when she realized it had come from inside the room. She smiled to herself, when she saw the little clock on the mantelpiece. 3.30. Better get going, she thought. Maybe if I get a move on, I can enjoy an hour on the patio before going to dinner.
She lugged her two suitcases and her laptop computer in from car and busied herself distributing her stuff around the cottage. There was ample space, since he had left her winter clothes and a lot of her books with her parents to be collected later. But with a new bookshelf somewhere close to the desk all that would fit in as well. She had a moment of panic, when she set up her laptop, but then discovered the data socket tucked away behind one of the desk legs. It was almost 5 when she was done. She smiled, time enough for a good shower and an hour in the sun. She headed for the bathroom, then thought better of it. This was her private place after all. So she went to the bedroom to undress and stuffed her clothes into the hamper. Naked she walked back to the bathroom.
When she opened the door she found herself confronted with her own naked self. A big mirror covered most of the back wall. Playfully she raised her arms. Though her full breasts did not sag anyway, she always felt they looked best when her arms were raised. Mary had said so, too. She blushed and put the thought away. Instead she turned around and peered over her shoulder. Her bottom was as rounded and firm as ever, but after the fortnight on Ibiza she felt she needed some more exercise to keep it that way. She made a mental note to ask the headmaster, if there was any problem with her doing a bit of jogging in the school grounds. When she turned back her eyes fell to the full blonde bush between her legs. She kept it neatly trimmed to her bikini line, of course, but she loved the silky texture of her hair down there. Slowly she ran her hands through the dense hair. Her nipples reacted instantly. It had been almost a week since … . When she touched her lower lips she moaned softly and her legs parted slightly. It felt so naughty doing this in front of the mirror. Ever since she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door and her mother had caught her with her fingers between her legs, when she was 14, and had give her a stern lecture about masturbation, she had been very self-conscious about it, but now she could not help it. Mesmerized she stared at her finger parting the hair and entering between the moist folds, gasped, when her fingertips found her clit, breathed heavily when they continued stroking and rubbing it. Her left began to massage her full breasts and she kept watching herself masturbate all the way until she could hold it in no longer and came unable to muffle the scream that always accompanied and intense climax.
Breathing hard and with the smell of her own arousal strong she stood for a minute until she climbed into the shower. The water calmed her down and she felt wonderfully relaxed and at ease, when she lay down on the sun lounger on the patio. It was only when she went back in to get dressed, that she realized she had never put on any clothes.
Contrary to her expectations the dinner party was fun. The other teachers, about a dozen of them, were the usual mixed bunch, but all seemed nice enough and made her feel included right away. When they were all mixing after dinner with drinks in their hands she sought out Colin Baker, the other sixth form teacher. He was hardly older than she was, with close-cropped brown hair and an athletic build. They discussed curriculum and he showed her which of the teachers would teach her home-room which subjects. He also explained her duties as House Master. It did not seem too difficult. She just had to make sure everyone was accounted for after 10 and in the right room and quiet at 12.
"You'll be responsible for both the girls' and boys' wing, I'm afraid," he added. "We just aren't big enough to have separate House Masters or we would all be spending all our nights in the lions' den." He suddenly grinned. "Have you met any of your young lions yet?"
When Anne recounted her meeting with Rick Morris (leaving out the sexual innuendo), the young teacher nodded.
"Yep, that would be our Morris. The king of the molehill. His dad has got money to burn, but the real reason he is so spoilt is that he is not only good-looking, but also extremely clever. When he applies himself his is an exceptional student, but even with his usual lack of application he still is mostly an A student. All the boys follow his lead. And all the girls …, well, they adore him. And boy does he know it. He considers himself irresistible. Frankly, I would be surprised if he hadn't made some sort of pass at you. But that is none of my business, of course."
Anne was on the verge of admitting that Morris had, but then bit back the thought. No need to explain all that. When the first people started leaving, Anne, too made her excuses. She had come on foot and the walk back to her cottage in the dark was a pleasant one. She slept soundly in her new home.
The first days of school went very well. She entered her home room with some butterflies in her stomach, but the students seemed nice enough, quite well behaved and willing to accept her authority. Even Morris showed his best side. The other classes she taught were just as easy and she settled into a nice routine enjoying what she did.
When she entered the school on the early Thursday evening for her first night as House master, she felt confident. Her room was small but not quite the broom closet Mr Goodman had alluded to. It held a bed, a shelf and a small writing desk, all she needed really. She made her first rounds announcing her presence and reminding the boys with a smile that she was on duty and that they had better be decent when walking in the hallway. They seemed to accept that without any second thoughts. The only real inconvenience would be that she would have to use the girls' lavatory, which was right at the end of the girls' wing.
She spent a couple of hours doing her prep interrupted only, when she had to step out to remind some of the boys not to be too loud in the hallway. They apologized immediately. At ten she started her rounds to check that everyone was there. She spent a few minutes chatting with some of the girls, then made her way back to the boys' side. Loudly knocking on the first door and announcing herself, she waited for a moment, then stepped in. The two inhabitants greeted her with a smile and a jokingly military: "Altman and Ericson present, Ma'am!"
"At east, men!" she replied grinning. The boys grinned back. This wasn't halfway as awkward as she had fear it would be. The other rooms presented no problems either. When she made for the last room, David Gryffith, Rick Morris's roommate came towards her. He pointed towards the bathroom and she nodded, passing him. At the door, she knocked and announced herself, just like she had done at the other rooms, then stepped in. Morris was lying on his bed in his pyjamas. He looked at her without a word
"Hi, everything ok? Just checking everyone is present."
Morris grinned insolently.
"Present? Oh, I'm very much present." He looked down his body and Anne automatically followed his gaze. Under the thin material of the pyjama he had a very obvious erection. "Want to check my presence more closely, Ms Woodall?"
For a second Anne had the impossible thought to call his bluff and make him expose himself, but of course that would never do. She was lost for words.
"Impressed?" Morris asked casually.
"I'd be more impressed by a good scholarly performance, Morris."
She knew it was a lame answer, but it was the only one she could come up with. She turned on her heels and left.
What was it with this boy? She was quite used to boys staring at her body, especially at her breasts, but Morris seemed intent on pushing it further. But at the same time he was clever enough not to be too obvious. She shrugged. He wouldn't get anywhere with her. She went back to her room and closed the door behind her. She decided to get comfortable and put on her own pyjamas, then lay on the bed to read for a while. At midnight she stepped out for a final check. Everything was quiet, but when she returned from a final visit to the girls' side and the bathroom, she met Morris coming out of the boys' lavatory. Since it was a few minutes past midnight, she waited for him to enter his room. He took his time sauntering towards her, openly looking at her. Before he opened the door to his own room, he turned around once more.
"Very nice," he grinned pointedly looking at her breasts.
When Anne looked down she realized that in the cool hallway her nipples had contracted and were poking through the thin silk. She looked up trying to find a sharp retort, but he had already disappeared into his room.
It started at the end of her second week. After a few rainy days the weekend was glorious and she spent it working on her tan in the garden. The Saturday had been mostly filled with getting the garden back in shape, but the Sunday was all about enjoying and relaxing. Those evenings as House Master proved very fruitful and she had taken to going over there early on duty nights. With no possible distraction, she got lots of work done. And was left to enjoy her free time, when she was at home.
When the sun went down, she walked inside and sat down at her computer. She checked her mail and answered a few. The hours in the sun had left her slightly sweaty, but completely relaxed and she knew there was only one thing that would relax her even more. She went to her favourite website for erotic writing and scanned the newly published stories. The one drawback of taking a job at the small boarding school was that there was hardly any chance to get to know men. Since she had broken up with her former boyfriend in January, she hadn't had proper sex with anyone. Except … she quickly repressed the thought. And she was hardly likely to meet anyone here. The next village was quite small and the nearest town was over ten miles away and hardly bigger. She wondered if Colin was single. Now he seemed nice enough.
She decided on a story and started reading. Soon her top was discarded and her hands were busy on her breasts. Ahhhh, it felt so good to have them touched, even if it was only by her own hands. As the action heated up, one hand sneaked between her legs, caressed the silky hair, then plunged into the moist folds. Mhhhh, it felt even better when she found her clit and started teasing it. She licked her lips and followed the plot caressing her clit, while the man in the story licked his lover's pussy. When he slid between her legs and entered her, her fingers followed suit. Breathing heavily now she moved more quickly and came just as the couple in the story climaxed for the first time.
Her scream of sweet agony was interrupted by a ping from her computer and the usual sign popped up: "You've got mail" She cursed loudly. Probably some stupid spam that had spoiled her orgasm. The mood broken, she clicked to open the mail, then frowned
From: 3hnHsp5@hotmail.com
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID THIS SUMMER!
It's no more bras for you from now on. Show off those udders.
The mail wasn't signed. For a moment she feared …, but no, how could anyone? Stupid. Some jerk was obviously amused by sending out dirty mails to all sorts of people. She clicked and deleted the mail.
To take her mind off the spam mail, she read on. After a few minutes she went to her bedroom and picked up her vibrator. A very nice story and she felt very relaxed at the end.
The shoe dropped the next day during lunch break. Mrs Allison stormed into the staff room.
"Look at this filth I just tore from the notice-board in the hall. I wonder what perverted little brat put this up there for all to see. I mean there are children walking past that notice-board constantly."
She slapped a piece of paper onto the table. Anne could only see it was some kind of photo. She approached the table but the other teachers were in front of her blocking the view.
"Well, I've seen worse, I must say," commented the principal quietly. "But you were of course right in taking it down immediately, Mrs Allison. It may not be as pornographic as some stuff I have had to confiscate, but it has certainly no place here. The problem is we are unlikely to find the culprit. The boys will stick together and probably admire whoever did it and the girls won't want to be called snitches. But I'll try anyway."
He turned away and Anne got her first look at the picture. She blanched.
The picture showed 4 women in a club. And two of them had freed the third's big breasts and were playing with them right in the middle of the dance floor.
Although the face was completely obscured, there was no question in her mind who the woman in the picture was. There had been a lot of strobe lights in that club. And one of them must have been the flash of a camera. Panic seized her. If anyone at school ever found out this was her, she would be history. Correction, if anyone else found out. This picture appearing at this school at this particular time could not be just an accident. And why would anyone obscure the face? Some one knew.
"Are you ok? You look very pale, Anne."
With an effort she dragged herself back to the present.
"No, no, it's just… I don't… I'm not feeling too well. It's ok. It'll pass."
The teacher who had asked her (in her confusion she couldn't even remember his name) did not seemed too convinced, but left with an encouraging smile. Anne went to a corner seat and picked up a newspaper at random. For the rest of the lunch break she hid behind it trying to calm herself down.
She got through the afternoon lessons somehow and then hurried home. She switched on her computer and immediately the sign blinked up: "You've got mail." There were several, but she saw the one she dreaded right away. Biting her lips she opened it.
From: 3hnHsp5@hotmail.com
You've been a bad slut. When you are given an order, you obey. It seems you need to learn some discipline. So tomorrow I expect to see your udders swing free and whenever you enter a classroom your nipples had better point straight at the students, nice and hard. Or you might enjoy the sight of all the students and teachers looking at your naked snatch. The choice is yours, slut
And attached to the mail was another picture that she recognized instantly.
Damn it, why had she gone to that stupid club with Mary? It had been the last evening of the holiday and Mary had wanted to celebrate. That Club was the 'in' place to go and so she had tagged along. And had enjoyed it so much, she had had a drink or two too many. And when things started heating up later at night, she had been right in it. She blushed thinking of all the things that had happened. Bad enough it was these pictures that had surfaced here somehow. Having other things revealed didn't even bear thinking about.
But that did not solve her problem. Could she really go to school without a bra? She knew her breasts were firm and she could afford to go braless (although she never did), but having erect nipples would draw every student's attention to her breasts. She flushed with shame even considering the possibility. Maybe she could talk whoever was sending the mails out of it. She pressed reply.
From: anne_woodall@yahoo.com
Look, whoever you are. What you are asking is unreasonable. I can't go around at school dressed like that. Let's get together and discuss this. I promise if this stops now there will be no repercussion. However you should be aware that what you are doing constitutes blackmail.
She pressed 'send'. It hardly took 10 seconds when the return mail arrived.
From: 3hnHsp5@hotmail.com
Firstly of course I did not read what you just wrote to me. I don't care what you think. Just a few pointers, stupid slut
And the picture that came with it sealed her fate. There was Mary, bent over in the club, her skirt raised and her panties pulled aside by a blonde Anne did not even know. And next to Mary squatting, and licking her way up her thigh towards her pussy and fully exposed anus, was Anne herself. Crushed Anne stared at the screen. Apparently he had anticipated her answer, had anticipated every argument she could make and had even made it impossible to argue with him. She shook her head. There was really nothing left to do, but … . She blushed violently.
She had lain awake half the night, alternately trying to find a way out and trying to figure out what she could wear that wasn't too obvious. In the end she decided on a twin set of finely knitted light green wool. She could keep the jacket closed over her breasts most of the time, but she knew she couldn't risk leaving it there. When she entered a classroom she would have to pull the jacket aside unobtrusively to reveal her nipples.
The weather being a bit cool for the season the twin set did not raise any eyebrows in the staff room, but when she went for her first class, she encountered a problem. Nervously she pulled the jacket aside, but her nipples just did not want to stand up. She tried to conjure up some sexy images, but she was much too nervous. The students, 2nd formers, did not seem to notice anything unusual. But then at that age it was unlikely that any one of them had been sending the mail. The whole thing was too well thought through for just a child's prank.
The next lesson was sports and it was much more natural to appear in a thin t-shirt. The staff changing room being cool her nipples contracted somewhat and when she entered she could see some of the 16- year-old boys nudging each other and grinning. She bit her lips and tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. She tried to be careful about sudden moves, but as the lesson wore on she concentrated more on what she was doing and when some of the students just didn't seem to grasp the correct way to do a jump shot at the basket, she asked for the ball and demonstrated it herself. It was only when she came down and saw the rapt attention on the boys' faces that she realised what the boys must have seen.
The third lesson of the day was with younger kids again, but she decided to take no risks and make sure the jacket was open. But again she found it impossible to get her nipples erect. She fervently hoped the blackmailer wasn't in this class.
The final lesson after lunch was in her home room. She spent most of her lunch-break trying to think of something to make her nipples stand up as the blackmailer had wanted. In the end she found no alternative to the drastic solution.
Two doors down from her home room was a girls' restroom. Most of her students were hanging about outside the room, when she entered the hallway. But instead of making for the classroom, she entered the restroom and hurried to one of the cubicles. Nervously she put down her bag and reached under the pullover. She rolled and pinched her nipples until they stood up. She flushed in case anyone else was there and almost ran out of the cubicle. On the way to the door she caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. The thin knitted material moulded itself around her breast showing them off perfectly and her nipples stuck out almost obscenely. She kept staring for a few seconds. But there was no way out. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the classroom.
Her entry raised an audible gasp and 17 pairs of eyes fastened on her nipples. She stuttered her way through her greeting and introduction trying to get the lesson on the road as soon as possible. It did not work too well. The students were all too obviously staring at her breasts at every opportunity, both boys and girls, a part of her mind noticed, and she was too flustered to make sense of what was going on. After a quarter of an hour she gave them some task for a group work and leaned back to collect her thoughts.
She was disturbed a few minutes later, when she saw Rick Morris approaching. Could he..? But he just quietly put his textbook down in front of her and asked a question about a passage he did not understand. She concentrated hard only too aware of his presence just inches from her. She explained, what he had asked about, but when she raised her eyes to his face, he was looking past the textbook at her breasts. When he noticed her gaze, he smiled and slowly licked his lips.
"We must have been good lately," he said in a low voice.
She looked at him slightly confused. He raised an eyebrow.
"Only good pupils get treats from teachers and you're certainly giving us some eye-candy today."
He turned and sat down in his seat before she could think of a suitable retort. Damn it, she should have expected some remark like that from that boy.
Returning home she switched on the computer with a sense of foreboding. The mail she was dreading had arrived only minutes earlier.
From: 3hnHsp5@hotmail.com
Nice bags indeed, just as I thought they would be. Nice, big and bouncy, just made to stick a cock between them. I'm sure they gave even old Goodman a hardon.
And I guess showing them off to all and sundry got you really hot. So you couldn't wait to stick your fingers down your snatch. What a bad girl masturbating in the restrooms between classes.
But it seems you have understood finally. When I say jump, you jump. Well done.
Oh and btw, you can forget about bras completely. They just bounce too nicely.
You know what is going to happen, when I catch you wearing a bra, right?
Anne gulped, but the next day she went to school braless again. At least she did not have to make her nipples stand up.
Two days later, it was one of her duty nights again, she went to work wearing a t-shirt. It was thinner than she would have liked, but the weather had turned hot and wearing anything warmer would have drawn even more attention. She noticed some of the girl had foregone bras, too, but then most of them had much smaller breasts anyway. The stares in the hallways were the same as always and even in the staffroom she caught some of the male teachers catching a good look at her breasts and smiling.
During lunch break she decided to take a walk in the grounds both to enjoy the weather and to get away from the stares. Outside the main building a group of students was lounging about apparently also trying to catch the sun. She recognized some of her homeroom among them and waved. They waved back, but some of the boys were grinning strangely. She was just turning the corner when someone bumped into her. She lost her balance and would have fallen over, if she hadn't been caught by a pair of strong arms. She found herself looking into Morris's face.
"Awww, I'm so sorry," he drawled. "And just look at the mess I've made."
She followed his eyes and gasped. He was holding a pint glass of water and the water had spilled all over her t-shirt. It clung to her breasts and her nipples were visible as dark shadows under the thin material. Her chin dropped.
"Here let me help you," Morris piped up. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and started pressing it to her breasts. For a few seconds Anne was too stunned to react giving Morris time to feel up her breasts at leisure. Then her hand lashed out and slapped his face.
"Get away from me, you pervert," she hissed.
Not knowing what else to do she turned and fled towards her cottage to change running right past the staring students. She was followed by Morris's chuckles.
Once she had calmed down she debated with herself whether to inform the principal. But what did she have? They had bumped into each other at a corner, he had been holding a glass of water and then had misguidedly been trying to repair the damage. She could almost hear him making his defense in front of the principal. Better to let things rest and not draw any further attention.
Then another thought struck her. She had slapped Morris, which was a natural enough reaction. But what if he was the blackmailer? Would he take the slap as an insult and publish the pictures. Anxiously she opened her mailbox, but it was empty.
She entered the hallway nervously, but her students greeted her in the usual way, with a friendly smile and an increasingly undisguised look at her bouncing breasts. Even Morris seemed calm and friendly, although he made no attempt to apologize for what had happened. Relieved she pulled the door close behind her and tried to concentrate on her prep.
She worked all evening only interrupted once when the noise in the hallway got a little out of hand again. At 12 she made her final rounds, then returned to her small bedroom. Since she had the first two lessons off the following day, she was in no hurry to go to sleep and decided to do a little reading for pleasure. She undressed and pulled on her nightie, then lay down on the bed and picked up her book.
A few minutes later she heard a slight noise in the hall. She was just about to get up, when the door opened and Morris strode in as if he owned the place. She opened her mouth to give him a sharp telling off, when he dropped something on her stomach. One look was enough. She bit her lip. How in hell had he got those pictures?
"Good slut," Morris said calmly. "You know when to keep your mouth shut." He closed the door behind him.
"What do you want?" Anne tried to make her voice sound angry, but only managed to sound confused and afraid.
Morris raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you are the proverbial blonde: big-titted and stupid." He waited obviously wanting her to react, but when she didn't, he continued. "I told you before: I want to have some fun with you."
He sauntered over to the bed and sat down. Anne pulled away as if his touch was poisonous and tried to pull the covers over her body.
"Get out of my bed, if you try to rape me, I'll scream no matter what" she hissed.
Morris laughed. "Do you honestly think I'm here to fuck you?" He did not try to pull away the covers, but pointedly place his hand on them. She could feel it resting on her thigh.
For a few moments no one spoke. Anne was too flustered and Morris seemed content to savour the situation. He idly picked up the pictures.
"I took the opportunity to add some comments, did you see? I'm sure you will like them," he smirked.
"Stop that and tell me what you want, what kind of perverted thing you call fun." Anne interrupted him.
"Now we are getting somewhere," Morris grinned. "But before I tell you that, let me make a few things clear to you. One, my Dad is filthy rich. He would like me to graduate here, but if I don't it's no big deal, I'll take over the family business anyway, scandal or no scandal. Besides he could always buy access to another private school. Two, I don't need to fuck a slut like you. I can have any girl here in school. And I have had all those worth fucking come to think of it. When I wave my cock at them, they come running. But I'm a reasonable sort of guy, as you no doubt have noticed by now." Another grin flickered over his face. "I have no interest in getting you sacked from this place. After all, where would be the fun in that? And I don't need any special treatment in class either. I'm a straight A student and the others can work for themselves. All I want is to relieve the boredom of school a bit. I'll be here for another year and I want to make that year a bit more interesting, that's all. And what could be more interesting than having my teacher as my personal slut?"
He looked at her obviously waiting for an answer.
"And what do you call interesting?" Anne muttered still clutching the covers.
"Why isn't that obvious? Having a slut like you at my beck and call. It's as easy as that. Whenever I say jump, you jump. But I'm not unreasonable in my demands. You may ask how high, before you do it, of course." He laughed at his own wit, while Anne bit her lip.
"Good, you know when to keep your mouth shut. But in case you haven't quite caught on yet, let me spell out the alternatives one more time. You can do what I say and spend what remains of the school year doing my bidding, even if you find some things ehmm let's say, slightly distasteful. But I'm sure you will have done most of them before. And if not, then it's high time you learned them. A big-titted bitch like you should be enjoyed. And I do mean whatever I say. Or you can go to the principal or the police and you can be sure your pictures will appear all over the school and the net. The choice is yours."
The silence dragged on. Anne's mind was going round in circles trying to find some escape, but she knew there wasn't one. She could not afford for the whole thing to come out, while he had made it abundantly clear that he could. One year. She nodded.
"I'll do what you say. What choice do I have?"
"Exactly. Not quite as stupid as you look, are you? From now on I own you for a year. I own your tits, your ass, your cunt and any other part of you."
There was no answer to that so Anne just waited.
"Now that that is settled, there is one more little thing. Your slapping me the other day. That is hardly the obedience I can expect, is it? So I should publish one of the pictures, I guess." He picked up one of the photos at random. "What do you think about this one?"
Anne's eyes went wide. "No, please….." her voice petered out, when she saw the grin spreading on his face.
"You see the dilemma, don't you, slut? But as I said, I'm a reasonable sort of guy, so I'll give you a way out. You may beg for me to punish you in a different way. If you beg nicely, I may keep the pictures secret and choose a different punishment."
"What do you mean, different punishment?" Anne gulped.
"You'll find out when you are being punished, won't you?" He waited for a few seconds. "Well, I guess I had better go and upload that pic to some website, where guys can have fun with it."
He got up and walked towards the door. Anne bit her lip. When his hand was already on the handle, she found her voice.
"No, please …" He turned and looked at her obviously expecting more. "Please, … please punish me."
He seemed to consider this. "Well, you did say please, but proper begging should really be done on your knees, shouldn't it?"
She almost shouted at him to go out and get stuffed, but stopped herself with an effort. Slowly she pushed the covers away and slid her leg out of the bed. Her body felt numb, when she lowered herself to her knees.
"Please punish me, but don't publish the pictures," she mumbled.
He came closer and smiled down at her, all too obviously enjoying the sight of the teacher kneeling at his feet in just a thin nightie.
"Much better," he drawled eventually. "Well, the punishment should always fit the crime, right. You slapped me, so I should slap you in return. Twice of course, because it is supposed to be punishment. But your cheeks are so red already, it would hardly be noticeable. And it would be much more fun in another place anyway. Strip!"
Anne glared at him. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow again he raised the picture in his hand and Anne knew she was defeated. Silently she struggled out of the nightie and knelt before him naked.
"Put your hands behind your head, please," he ordered her in mock politeness.
When she did and her breasts were standing proud, he placed his right hand against her left breast as if wanting to caress it, then raised his hand and slapped her breast hard, making her squeal and the breast quiver. Without waiting, he raised his hand again and backhanded her right breast even harder. She grabbed her breasts in agony.
"My, my, can't you wait until I'm gone before you play with yourself?"
He left her kneeling on the floor.
Anne spent a sleepless night trying to find a way out of her predicament, but the more she thought about it and the more she tried to come up with solutions the more the realized there was only one thing she could do and that was to keep Morris entertained and to stop him from publishing those pictures.
The next morning she was distracted and hardly knew how she got through her lessons. When she entered her homeroom, she was trembling all over, but the lesson went like clockwork. Even Morris behaved well and treated her politely. She decided to make one more attempt to reason with the young man.
"Ahh, Morris, could you stay a moment," she called, when she had dismissed the class for lunch and the students were filing out. Morris raised his eyebrows, but sauntered back to her desk.
"Morris, I want..."
"Let's get one thing straight, bitch," he drawled interrupting her. "You call me Mr Morris. And you never address me unless I give you permission. Is that clear?"
Anne gulped. This had started all wrong.
"Yes, .. Mr Morris. I .."
"Shut up, stupid cunt, I did not give you permission to speak. And I guess to teach you a lesson, I will have to publish one of the pics after all, unless...." His voice trailed off.
Anne looked at the door nervously, then slid to her knees behind the desk. "Please punish me, Mr Morris."
"Let's see some tit."
Biting her lips she opened her blouse and displayed her breasts. His hand snaked out and hit both her breasts twice, forehand, backhand. Her skin was burning and tears shot into her eyes.
"Next times you won't get off so easily, bitch. Now I haven't got all day. What do you want?"
Annd tried to collect her thoughts. Someone might be passing by outside any second and see her kneeling with her breasts in full view. But she did not dare rise from her knees.
"Please, Mr Morris, can't we talk about this again? Isn't there some other way?"
The boy turned to go.
"There are two ways, you stupid slut. Either you do whatever I say or everyone will see what a slut you are. Now cover those udders."
He turned to go, but looked back from the door.
"I expect you back here after the final lesson for some private tuition. And don't be late."
Damn it. Why couldn't he talk sensibly? Anne hastened to cover herself, when she heard steps in the hallway. She had hardly pulled her blouse over her breasts, when Colin poked his head into the room.
"You ok? Lost something?"
Anne blushed and got up from her knees.
"Yes, I .. I thought I might have dropped something, but it's not here."
"Want me to help you look?" Colin entered the room.
"No, no, it's ok. I just remembered I left it at home."
"Ok," Colin smiled. "Want to join me for lunch?"
A couple of days ago Anne would have jumped at the chance, but now she did not feel like company at all. She shook her head.
"No, I'll skip lunch and just take a walk in the grounds."
Colin shrugged and turned to go.
"Maybe some other day," Anne added towards his retreating back. He looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"Ok, I'll take a rain check."
Anne breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort. She left the classroom nodding absentmindedly to the students and staff she met in the hallway. Near the exit to the grounds she met the janitor, a guy in his 40s who always managed to look slightly scruffy. He nodded to her, but his eyes never left Anne's breasts. That guy gave her the creeps. She stepped outside into the sunshine. What was she to do?
The walk in the extensive grounds calmed her down somewhat and she tried to think things through logically. She had exhausted all the possible outs and the simple fact was, there wasn't any. Even going to the police apparently would hurt her more than it would hurt Morris. She was under no illusion that Morris had only just started 'having fun' with her, but since there was no other way, all she could do was grit her teeth and try and keep Morris happy. She hoped fervently that Morris had been truthful in saying he only wanted her for his one remaining year at school and would leave her in peace afterwards. She took a deep breath. There was no way out, so she would try to get on the good side of Morris and then later, maybe she could talk to him again.
"Don't you know that you are supposed to greet your betters?"
She looked up in surprise and saw Morris just a few feet from her. She had been so deep in thought she had not seen him coming up the path. She checked the surroundings quickly. There was no one close by.
"I am sorry, Mr Morris. I did not see you coming. Good afternoon, Mr Morris."
The young man grinned.
"So you aren't too stupid to learn, eh? Ok, let's have a little talk. But before we do, let's see those udders of yours. Come on, let them hang out."
Anne was on the verge of objecting, but remembered her decision to try and get on the good side of Morris. She reached inside her blouse and lifted her breasts out. Looking down on herself she felt like a common slut displaying her assets.
"Much better. I like to be reminded of what you are, slut. Now tell me. Are you a dyke?"
Anne had to bite back an angry response. Patience, she admonished herself silently.
"No, Mr Morris," she answered quietly.
"So, you also fuck guys?"
"I am heterosexual, Mr Morris."
"Which means you fuck guys! Answer, slut!"
"Yes, Mr Morris," she forced out.
"How many have you serviced yet?"
"That's none of your business!" she hissed.
"Uh oh," he grinned, then waited. "Anything you want to say before I go back to my computer?"
Anne was furious. Furious with Morris for his arrogance and furious with herself for losing her temper. She forced herself to become calm. Then she slowly slid to her knees.
"Please punish me for my insolence, Mr Morris." She bit her lips expecting more slaps to her breasts, which were hanging out invitingly.
"You will beg for your punishment the next time you have house duty, slut," he decided. "Remember I told you you would not get off so easily next time. Now I'm waiting for an answer."
"Five," Anne whispered.
"Been whoring around a bit, have you?" Morris remarked conversationally. "Which holes have they used?"
Calm down, Anne repeated like a mantra, calm down, don't give him a reason to get angry.
"My vagina and ... and my mouth."
Morris laughed out loud.
"Vagina? Guys don't fuck vaginas, they fuck cunts. So try again."
Anne gulped.
"My ... my cunt and my mouth."
"See? A slut should talk like a slut. Are you sure you have never been assfucked?"
"Yes, Mr Morris."
"When was the last time a guy stuck his cock in you?"
"Two months ago, Mr Morris."
Was this never going to end? It was so humiliating having to tell Morris all those intimate details, but she did not dare lie.
"Two months, eh? Been jilling every day since, I expect."
Anne blushed furiously, but luckily he had not asked her, so she did not feel compelled to answer.
"Well, have you? Or rather how often have you played with your cunt?"
She should have known. For a moment she considered telling him to go to hell and damn the consequences, but she couldn't bring herself to do that.
"Every day, Mr Morris."
He nodded. "Thought so. A hot bitch like you needs it regularly. From now on there will be no more jilling, slut. And don't think I won't know. I may just have a webcam installed in your house. So when you need it badly, you ask me for permission. Is that clear?"
This couldn't be true. Or could it?
"Yes, Mr Morris," she breathed.
"Good. I'll see you in the classroom after the final lesson then."
He walked away without another word. She started walking back to the school, too, and it was only when she had walked almost 100 yards that she realized her breasts were still hanging out.
The afternoon went just as badly as the morning and Anne wondered how the students could fail to realize how distracted she was. Luckily there were only two lessons and after the second one she made her way to her homeroom her heart beating furiously. Morris was already there lounging in his chair in the first row. Anne closed the door quietly.
"It seems you can follow simple orders after all, slut," he produced his mobile. "Now let's get down to business. I want some nice pictures of you without all those other sluts. Open your blouse and show some tit."
Biting her lips Anne obeyed.
"No, no, slut. Show me how much you enjoy showing off to me. When I give you an order I expect you to obey with a smile on your face. Remember how important it is for you to keep me satisfied."
Anne cursed silently, but remembering her resolve to stay on Morris's good side she forced a smile. Morris raised the phone and took the first picture. Anne winced, when she heard the soft click of the shutter.
"Now sit down and let's see both bags."
He kept giving her directions and Anne tried hard not to think what she was doing and just to obey. She forced herself to keep smiling, even when she was sitting on her desk in just her panties.
"Now, slut. Let's see you point at the most important part of your body."
Anne looked up confused.
"Your cunt, stupid. After all that is what you are, a stupid teacher cunt. Pull the panties aside and let's get a good shot of you pointing at your fuckhole."
Anne forced herself to obey and heard the shutter click again.
"I think I'll name that "Look what I am". A very fitting title isn't it? Now drop your panties."
He made her pose nude in front of and then on the desk.
"And now for the piece de resistance, a nice picture of your wet cunt. Spread!"
Despite her resolve Anne hesitated, but then forced herself to open her legs. It felt so humiliating, as if she was inviting Morris to look or even touch her pussy. The young man promptly came close, then shook his head.
"Now slut, what am I going to do with a dry cunt? A slut cunt has to be wet and glistening."
"But," Anne looked at him pleadingly. "I'm sorry, but I am not aroused, Mr Morris," she forced out.
"So? You know perfectly well how to make you cunt drip. Play with yourself!"
Anne's eyes went wide. "In front of you?"
Morris shook his head tiredly. "You still haven't got have you? From now on for the rest of the year, there will be no other way. If you get horny, you may ask me and I may just let you play with yourself. Or I may not, depending how I feel. But the point is, if you play with yourself, it will be in front of me. Now start diddling."
Slowly Anne's hand made its way between her legs. She tried not to think of the young man watching or of the camera waiting, but it was impossible to forget the situation she was in. Very slowly her hand inched towards her pussy, but when her fingertip touched her clit, she suddenly felt the touch shoot through her entire body. She shuddered. Then she realized she had not had an orgasm for several days, much too caught up in her dilemma to think of sex. And now this caught up with her. He had hardly touched herself for a few seconds, when she felt the wetness. Her entire body was suddenly on fire and she fought hard not to show it too obviously and to keep her fingers moving slowly as if she was only obeying his orders. But she couldn't stop the wetness.
"Quite a hot bitch, are you? Hardly started rubbing your snatch and you are almost dripping on the desk." The camera clicked again. "Ok, that's enough. Stop jilling. You'll hear from me."
He stepped out without a further word and left the door open. Hurriedly Anne threw on her clothes and followed. In the hallway she met the janitor and nodding to each other they walked side by side for a while. She heard him breathe in deeply and caught a dirty smile on his face. It was only when she arrived back at her place that she realised her fingers smelled intensely of hot cunt.
The door opened without a knock. Anne turned angrily and was about to deliver a lecture about common politeness, when she saw who it was. Morris sauntered in grinning.
"You weren't about to tell me to knock, were you, slut? After all this is your room and you belong to me, so this makes it my room, doesn't it?" He waited.
Anne took a few deep breaths. Don't do anything to upset him, she told herself silently. Get on his good side.
"No, Mr Morris. Of course you can come in here any time you like."
"Damn' right I can. And you will get up and show some respect, when your Lord and Master enters."
Swearing silently Anne got up from her desk and faced him.
"Much better. Now haven't you forgotten something?"
He sat down on the bed and leaned back comfortably looking at her. Anne racked her brain. Did he expect her to kneel again? He had never told her so. Morris shook his head.
"Just two days since you so nicely posed for the pictures and already you have forgotten the basics. But I guess that happens when a slut doesn't get to finger her snatch. She forgets everything except the need to play with herself."
Anne had trouble hiding her fury. And the worst thing was that he was partly right. She had not dared play with herself. She had gone without an orgasm for longer before, but knowing she must not have one somehow made her constantly crave one.
"You haven't hidden in the loo and played with yourself there, have you slut?"
"No, Mr Morris."
"Well, that explains it then, doesn't it? But still, you should remember your duties. And they say that physical exercise reduces the sex drive. Maybe some gymnastics will help? Start hopping in place."
Anne felt stupid jumping up and down in the small space left between desk and bed.
"No, no, this isn't right somehow. Show me some tit."
She had halfway expected him to make her do that earlier, so she open the front of her sweater without demure. He seemed to consider what he saw for a moment.
"On second thought, why don't you strip naked?"
Anne bit her lips. Now he would want to fuck her. But she stripped of her clothes anyway. What choice did she have?
"Now let's make these exercises a bit more precise. Stand to attention and every time I flick my finger, you jump."
He was really good at getting her goat, Anne had to admit to herself. But she swore she would not give him any reason to get angry at her. She stood with her hand by her side and waited. When his finger flicked up, she jumped and felt her heavy breasts bounce against her body. He made her wait, then jump again. A longer wait, then three jumps in quick succession. It went on and on. He never allowed her to get into a rhythm, but kept her on her toes and paying close attention to his movements at all times. Like a dog being trained to obey her Master's command, she thought. Her legs were aching and sweat was pouring down her body. But she would not give him no excuse to punish her. Punish her! She was supposed to ask for punishment. That was what she had forgotten. She was about to tell Morris, when she remembered she was supposed to kneel for that. She debated with herself, whether to just stop jumping and kneel, when he stopped and looked at her. Quickly she slid to her knees.
"Please, Mr Morris, punish me for my disobedience."
His face broke into a grin.
"Ahhh, it has worked. Make a hot bitch do some exercises and she forgets her cunt for a moment and can actually think. Yes, you were supposed to beg for your deserved punishment. And now that you have, I will grant your wish."
From inside his jacket he produced a wide leather strap. Anne gasped. She had expected a few more slaps to her breasts and while those were painful, this thing looked a lot more so. Morris saw her reaction and smiled.
"Yes, bitch. The days of a few caresses of your funbags are over. By now you should have learnt to obey, so if you don't you will have to pay for it. After all, you begged me to punish you, remember. Want to avoid the strap?" He sat up on the bed and looked at the door pointedly. "I'll leave right away, if you say so."
And put some of those pictures on the net, Anne completed the sentence silently.
"No, Mr Morris, please stay and punish me," she said still kneeling before him.
"Well, if you beg so nicely. Get up and put your hands behind you back."
When she had, he just looked at her obviously savouring the occasion of spanking his teacher. Then he got up.
"Bend over the desk."
Shivering Anne obeyed and watched him approach.
"Head down, ass up!" He commanded.
The worst thing was that she did not know how many he would apply. The strokes hurt and hurt more the more he delivered. But if she had known, she could have looked forward to the end. As it was she had to suffer and hope, while her bottom slowly turned to fire. When he finally dropped the strap and sat down on the bed again, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now for the fun part," she heard him say behind her. "Come here and lay across my lap."
NO, not that, not being spanked like a spoilt child. But she obeyed silently. She shuddered, when she felt his hand run over her bare ass, then groaned, when he started spanking her. He hit her slowly, but not too hard. Still her inflamed bottom hurt with every contact. When he stopped and just ran his hand over her bare buttocks, she suddenly felt herself shivering, not with pain or fear, but with the ache in her pussy. What sort of pervert was she that she was turned on by being spanked? But it was just a natural reaction to the contact near her intimate areas after a few days of chastity, she calmed herself. Then she felt something press against her thighs. Morris had an erection! She gulped and angrily pushed the image of his cock filling her moist hole away.
"Get up and lay down on the bed, ass in the air."
He got up and watched her, smiling when he saw her red ass openly displayed.
"Very nice, bitch. You will have noticed that spanking that big ass of yours has given me a hardon. And it would be such a shame to waste it, wouldn't it?"
He was going to fuck her. She bit the bedclothes to stop herself from crying out. But then she heard him step away from the bed.
"So in the next hour, you will not make a tour of the girls' rooms. I think I'll let Belinda have the benefit of my cock today. She has such a nice tight pussy. And she is a real tiger, can't get fucked often enough."
When the door closed behind him, Anne hammered the bedclothes with her fist. Half of it was the humiliation of being spanked by her student, but the other half was the frustration of being left hot and unfulfilled, while one of the girls got Morris's big hard cock.
Anne spent a sleepless and above all frustrated time. She could not help thinking of what was going on in Belinda's room right now. The more she tried to repress the ideas the more prominent came the images of Morris on top of the pretty redhead, pounding away in her wet pussy making her gasp, moan and then cum screaming. Anne forced herself to pull her hand away from her dripping pussy.
When she heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the girl's wing, almost two hours had passed. He must have fucked her several times. This was so demeaning. Getting himself turned on by spanking her and then going to have sex with that girl. Anne started, when she realized she was actually furious that Morris hadn't taken her. She shook her head angrily trying to clear the thought.
"So, have you been a good teacher?" Morris was standing above her grinning. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't even heard him come in. "But I bet you have been a bad girl. Spread!"
With a short jerk he pulled her covers away.
"I said spread, bitch!"
Reluctantly Anne opened her legs knowing what he would see.
"My, my, a big wet stain on the bed. You are dripping. Couldn't keep your fingers from your snatch, could you?"
"No, no, Mr Morris, I didn't," she hastened to deny.
He grabbed her right hand and sniffed it, then shoved it in front of her nose.
"It still stinks of cunt, stupid slut. You have been rubbing yourself. Luckily from the way your nipples are still poking holes in the air, I guess you probably haven't cum, have you, slut?"
"No, Mr. Morris, I haven't," Anne quickly assured him. "May I come now, please?"
Damn, what had made her say that? How low could she sink to ask him for permission to masturbate? But maybe now that he was satisfied from having sex with Belinda he might be in a more generous mood, another voice inside her argued. Morris looked down at her smiling sardonically.
"You have been playing around with your snatch without asking my permission and now you want to come? I think not. But you may ask again, when you have performed your tasks better. I love that pleading look in your eyes."
Anne was torn between frustration and relief that she would not have to masturbate in front of her tormentor.
"But I see I need to be a little stricter with you, if I want to teach you manners. From now on no more bras and panties for you, not here, not in class, understood?"
Anne bit her lips for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, Mr Morris."
"And I think I had better make sure you keep your fingers out of your hole tonight," he added. "Turn over."
He grabbed a blue scarf of her from the wardrobe and quickly tied her hands and feet together behind her back.
"Masturbation is such a dirty habit, you know," he grinned while he opened the door to leave.
The position was actually not too uncomfortable, but the assurance with which Morris just did whatever he wanted to her was infuriating. Anne eventually fell asleep still trying to clench and unclench her buttocks vainly trying to make herself come that way.
She woke up hearing someone rummaging among her things. She saw Morris going through the meagre wardrobe she kept in her small duty room. He threw a short skirt and a black top on the floor, then turned to her and started untying her.
"There's your clothing for today, bitch. Want to beg for some quick fingerplay? I might allow it, you know." He grinned. "Or I might not. But if you don't beg, you'll never know. So?"
It took Anne an effort to shake her head.
"No, Mr. Morris," she forced herself to say and then added. "Thank you Mr Morris."
"Suit yourself, bitch. I wonder how long you will last. And what you will be prepared to do eventually so you can get at your cunt."
He turned and left. Anne tried to calm down and dressed slowly. Usually she would have got up a little earlier and would have popped over to the teachers' changing room in the gym for a quick shower, but there was no time for that anyway, so she grabbed her things and went to breakfast and her first class.
At first the knowledge that underneath the top and shirt skirt she was stark naked made it hard to concentrate. Time and again she had to tell herself that, unless she sat on her desk and spread her legs, the students would never know, but as the morning wore on she got used to the feeling and hardly remembered her exposed state. During lunch with the staff she forgot her fears entirely and had a lively chat with Colin that even bordered on flirting.
In the penultimate lesson (gym) she was reminded of them again, when some of the fourth graders were ogling her tits bouncing underneath her sports t-shirt during basketball practice, but managed to ignore it. Changing back into her street clothes made her slightly late for the final lesson in her homeroom. The hallways were already deserted, when she made her way from the gym to the main classroom building. Stepping out of the teacher's changing room, she saw Morris leaning against the wall grinning.
"Just checking you haven't forgotten your orders, bitch," he grinned pointing at the ground in front of him. "Let's check if your funbags are nicely exposed as they should be."
Trying to remain calm despite the mixture of anger, shame and excitement that shot through her, Anne knelt and pulled the top open to show her breasts naked underneath. He hooked his finger to make her get up and casually reached underneath her shirt to pull it up revealing her pussy.
"So far, so good, bitch. But there is the little problem of you wearing shorts and a t-shirt during the sports lesson just now."
"But ..., but, Mr Morris, I can't do a sports lesson in this," she gasped.
"You should have thought of that before and asked my permission to change for the sports lessons," he admonished her.
She nodded. Keep your cool, she told herself silently.
"Yes, Mr Morris. It was my mistake. May I please wear shorts and a t-shirt during sports lesson in future?"
"See? It's not so bad, is it? Just ask politely. Yes, you may. After all I don't want you to be arrested for indecent exposure. If you are sacked or even go to jail, I couldn't have my fun with you, could I? So I'll make sure you won't run into trouble."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
Morris grinned.
"You know, that sounded as if you really felt it. And you may continue to call me 'Sir' at times. It has a nice ring to it. So I won't even expect you to beg for punishment. Though I guess you will have to make up for covering yourself in a small way."
He pulled a small pocket knife from his trouser pocket and before Anne could even flinch, had cut the top two buttons from her top.
"That should do it. Now come along, you have a class to teach."
Anne followed automatically. As they made their way towards the classroom she furtively looked down on herself and gasped. Her top was standing wide-open. Only if she held herself very erect did it cover her nipples and there was no way she could hide her cleavage down to below her breasts. Any movement threatened to exposed her breasts completely. Before she could think of any way to get out of the situation they had reached the classroom and Morris politely held the door for her. Her heart pounding she entered.
There was an audible gasp from the students, but no remarks were made. To her surprise the lesson actually went quite well. She certainly had all the students' attention, although their eyes seldom seemed to meet hers, but were glued to a spot about a foot deeper. Even shy overweight Tom Altman participated in the discussion. The girls seemed to look at her with a mixture of envy and awe, but she noticed Belinda McAlpine smiling to herself a few times. Had Morris told her about their secret?
Towards the end of the lesson she had the students work on their own and walked around helping them. Morris raised his hand and, when she approached pointed to a passage in his textbook and asked her to explain. When she leaned down to read the context, she heard Morris whisper close to her ear.
"Stay like that for a moment. I love seeing those bags dangle."
Anne looked around nervously, but the other seemed not to notice. She pretended to read the passage and explain it to Morris knowing his eyes were taking in her naked breasts. She breathed a sigh of relief, when he let her go.
Later she was helping Roseanne Walters, when she saw the girl's eyes drifting. The girl noticed her look of disapproval and her face reddened.
"I'm sorry, Miss Woodall," she breathed. "I just wish I had such wonderful boobs. And the courage to show them off."
Anne just nodded and walked back to the desk in confusion. The students seemed to enjoy her performance, but did not seem shocked. And to be honest, she had enjoyed Roseanne's compliment, too. Still, when the final bell rang, Anne couldn't wait to get back home, where no one would be staring at her breasts. She lingered at the desk shuffling her papers and hoping that by the time she left the corridors would be empty.
"You're way cool, Miss."
Looking up she saw Tom Altman standing before her very red-faced. He quickly turned away, but not before Anne saw the huge bulge in his trousers.
"You made quite an impression on Tom." Morris had let the others leave. "He will probably jerk off thinking of your funbags now. But you did show them off rather nicely. I guess my teaching methods work on bitches like you. And did you notice how everyone paid attention today? Maybe next time you have a really important lesson, you should show off your bare ass. You might invent a new teaching method altogether, slut didactics," Morris grinned.
Anne bit back any comment and followed him out the door. Luckily she met no one in the corridors, but when approaching her cottage she saw Minton, the janitor, cutting some bushes back. She tried to sneak past him, but he looked up and then stared openly at her breasts until she had passed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him make a sign easily understood: I want to fuck you!
At home she threw her clothes on the bed, took an ice-cold shower and buried herself in next day's prep.
After that he left her alone for a few days, though Anne was under no delusion that this would be the end of it. She sorted through her wardrobe, pushed panties and bras to the back of the drawer and selected clothes she could wear without having to reveal herself. If Morris noticed he did not object. A few times, when they met in empty classroom or deserted hallways, he checked her boobs and pussy, but it seemed very perfunctory and in a way Anne started accepting it as normal. She noticed that he refrained from any remarks when people were close and a few times left her unchecked even when they were alone, but when there was a danger of someone being close. This reassured her and in some way she even started trusting him. But she still had not come for what had to be almost two weeks, when she made her way up to the dorm floor for house duty again.
"Hi, Ms Woodall," Tom greeted her smiling as she entered the hallway of the boys' wing. She returned the greeting, but noticed that Tom's eyes were gliding down her body and a bulge was forming in his pants. Ever since the day she had taught with her breasts almost exposed, he had been extremely friendly, but also obviously horny around her.
She made her way round the rooms to announce her presence and exchanged some friendly banter with the students. She still found it curious that they had just accepted how she had been dressed (or rather undressed) the other day. When she reached her room she dropped her stuff and sat down with some trepidation. If Morris was to make another move, it would be now and despite her shame and resolution to the contrary she found herself thinking about asking for permission to masturbate.
When he came in half an hour later, he did not knock again. He closed the door behind him and stood waiting. She hastened to get up from her desk.
"Good evening, Mr Morris."
"Look, what a little training can do for a bitch," he remarked drily. "Drop it and let's see cunt and ass."
From his tone Anne knew that this was more serious, not just an inspection. She immediately dropped her pants and stood naked from the waist down. Morris smiled and sat down motioning for her to turn around slowly. He looked until he had had his fill, then commanded her to take off her top as well. Naked she had to turn around again.
"Horny, slut?" he asked casually.
Anne fought with the little demon inside her before answering.
"No, Mr Morris."
"No? What a surprise. I thought the likes of you are constantly horny, especially after they haven't been fucked for weeks. Come here!"
He patted his lap. A surge of excitement that she quickly suppressed ran through Anne's body. He wanted to fuck her! Slowly she made her way over to him and sat on his lap gingerly. Knowing he would want to see her pussy she spread her legs.
"Wow, can't keep your legs together, can you, slut? I wonder how you went without cock for weeks before you came here, when you keep spreading your legs whenever you can. Or did you lie to me and you got fucked?"
"No, Sir."
Anne drew a sharp breath, when she felt his hand between her legs. He went straight for her pussy, gave her clit a quick rub and then made her gasp, when he pushed his middle finger deep into her. He showed no reaction, but started fingerfucking her. She was wet within seconds.
"Well, bitch. I'll repeat the question: Are you horny?" His voice was still calm and casual.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes, Sir," she managed to gasp between the waves of pleasure than ran through her body. "Please, Sir, may I come," she added all shame forgotten.
His finger stopped immediately. He raised his eyebrows.
"You want to come, bitch? Think you deserve a come already?" He seemed to think. "Well, seeing that I'm heading for another glorious fucking session with Belinda, the little minx, I'm thinking why should Belinda and I be the only ones to come, eh?"
Anne's heart gave a jump. He was going to let her come!
"So I'll give you a chance to earn an orgasm. Do you want one enough to work for it a bit?"
When Anne hesitated, his finger returned to her pussy and rubbed her clit.
"Yes, yes, Sir. I'll work for it," she almost screamed.
"Good bitch," he replied smiling. "Now open my fly and get my cock out."
Anne stared at him. He had said he was going to go and fuck Belinda and now he wanted her? She was almost proud. Hurriedly she pulled down his zipper and, careful not to hurt him, pulled out his half-erect cock. She waited not knowing if she should mount him right away.
"Now get down and rub it with those big udders of yours, nice and slow."
She bent over him almost as if she assumed the spanking position and pressed her breasts against his cock. She awkwardly tried to squeeze them together and started moving her breasts against his cock. She felt him harden right away and soon noticed the wetness on her skin. As he had ordered, she moved her breasts slowly up and down his member. The movement caused her nipples to rub against the rough cloth of his jeans and she enjoyed the sensation almost as much as if she had played with them directly. His cock was rock hard now and she noticed his breath accelerating. Any moment now he would command her to mount him or just push her down and lay on top of her. She did not care what, but could only think of his rock-hard member entering her needy pussy.
"Ok, that's enough," she heard him say. "Now get off me. Belinda will enjoy a really hard fucking tonight."
He pushed her off his lap unceremoniously and she ended up kneeling on the floor. She stared up at him incredulously.
"But, Mr Morris....." her voice petered out. He grinned down at her.
"You didn't think I would actually let Belinda's delightful little tushy go unfilled to fuck that slimy hole of yours, did you? But you'll have your chance to earn an orgasm." He packed his still hard cock back into his pants and walked towards the door. "Get dressed and go to the girls' toilet. Enter the second stall from the end and strip naked. The rest will be obvious, I'm sure."
He pulled the door closed behind him. For a moment Anne fought with herself, but she was now so aroused, she could not resist. She threw on her clothes and left the room. In the hall she encountered some of the students, but only waved at them distractedly. When she reached the girls' lavatories, she hurried into the indicated stall and locked the door. Only then did she take a deep breath to clear her mind. What was Morris up to? Belatedly she realized she had not even checked whether any other stall was occupied. She sneaked back out to make sure. Thankfully she was alone. Remembering his orders, she took off her clothes. It felt demeaning standing there stark naked in a none too clean public toilet. Not knowing what else to do and wondering why he wanted her there for she sat down. Was he going to come in and check? Or send Belinda in?
She heard the door open and slow, hesitant steps approached. Her heart missed a beat, when the person entered the cubicle next to hers. She tried to breathe as silently as she could. The sound of a zipper was unnaturally loud as was the sound of dropping pants. She sat silently waiting. There was more movement and her eyes followed the sound she noticed a hole in the partition wall. No, this couldn't be ... .
Just when she had reached this idea, a cock appeared in the gloryhole and was slowly pushed through. Anne almost panicked, but forced herself to calm down. It was obvious now, what Morris had meant by 'the rest will be obvious'. Her indecision lasted only seconds. She wanted to come so badly. Her eyes flickered up to the ceiling. There were a few holes and blotches there that could have hidden a camera. Slowly, but with a certain excitement building in her stomach, she reached for the cock. When she touched it she heard a loud gasp from the other side and the cock started swelling immediately. It only took a few light caresses and it was standing before her hard and proud. Slowly she encircled it and rubbed up and down its length. The groaning from the other side grew louder right away and she felt the cock being pushed forward another half inch. She kept a slow and steady rhythm caressing the cock softly, wanting to make it good, wanting to excite the man, wanting to earn her own orgasm afterwards.
But the man on the other side must have been overexcited. She had hardly played with his cock for a couple of minutes, when she heard a strangled groan from the other side and thick strings of cum flew right into her face. She wanted to jerk her head away, but something kept her in place while she milked him slowly. More and more jizm spurted out until her face was covered. When he stopped spurting, there was a moment of indecision, then the cock withdrew. She heard pants being drawn up followed by the zipper. Before she had even realized what was happening the man had left the stall and was quickly walking to the door. It closed with a final sound and Anne was left in the cubicle her hand and face covered in a stranger's cum. She was breathing hard herself. What now? Was she to wait? She had expected the man to tell her to masturbate or even to fuck his cock. While she was still thinking, the door opened again and she heard two sets of footsteps approaching, this time unmistakeably girls. They walked towards two other cubicles and Anne heard the sound of peeing. She tried to make no sound and hoped the girls would leave quickly. But when they had finished and were washing their hands she suddenly heard Roseanne asking.
"Hey, who is in that cubicle? Is that you, Belinda? Are you alright?"
Panic hit her. They knew someone had to be in there and if she did not answer they might look over the partition just to make sure the occupant was alright.
"It's me, Roseanne. I'm ok." She called out.
"Oh, sorry Ms Woodall. But it's a good thing we met you. We wanted to ask you something about the assignment you gave us. We'll wait out here."
What could she do? She could get dressed in a hurry, but there was no way to wash off the cum, unless .... . She raised her hand and hesitantly started licking the stranger's cum off her hand. The taste sent a jolt through her body and suddenly she was eager to get the rest. She wiped her face with her wet fingers again and again and sucked the sperm off her fingers. When she could only feel some residual stickiness on her skin, she jumped into her clothes and opened the stall.
Roseanne and Lydia Caruso were leaning against the washbasins.
"Sorry about calling out to you, but it was so quiet in there we thought something might have happened," Roseanne sounded a little contrite.
Anne smiled at her while she washed her hands. She would have liked to wash her face, too, but that would have raised eyebrows.
"No problem. It's good that you guys notice things and look out for each other. Now what was it you wanted to ask?"
They left the bathroom and went to Lydia's room, where they met Lydia's roommate, a pretty brunette called Katja Yeager. Katja looked at her slightly surprised. The girls explained the problem and Anne tried to solve it with them. Katja kept looking at her and sniffing. Anne tried to cut things short without seeming impolite, then said goodbye and returned to her room. When she looked in her mirror she saw a thick strand of cum caught in her hair.
"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."
Nervously Anne looked at her watch: 12.30. The dinner was in the oven, the tables laid out, the drinks in the cooler. She hurried to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for her students to come at 1. When the water ran over her body, it felt almost like hands caressing her and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy itching. Finally, just maybe an hour or so and she would have her orgasm. So often in the last few days she had been tempted to touch herself, but she still wasn't sure that Morris, did not after all have a camera in her home. After all that had happened, she thought him capable of just about everything.
She dried herself off, blow-dried her hair and applied some make-up. Another look at the clock, 11.50. Time to get ready. She checked the dinner one last time and turned down the heat slightly, then with her heart beating walked into her living-room. She knelt facing the front-door, careful to spread her legs wide enough and tied the blindfold around her head. Hoping she had remembered everything Morris had ordered her to do, she settled down to wait.
Despite her arousal she realized how much she was demeaning herself. Naked with her hands behind her head, presenting her most intimate places to anyone who stepped in, she knelt in her own home, waiting to be used worse than a common whore and still she could not help but anticipate their arrival, hope for those two orgasms she had been promised. Am I such a slut? She asked herself. And for the first time she openly admitted that this being used and controlled gave a kick she had not experienced before. She had always enjoyed sex, had not been prude, but she had never had orgasms like the ones she had had in the last month.
"Down, whore, and greet your owner properly."
Morris commanding voice startled her. She had not even heard him open the door. She lowered her body until her head hit his knee. He did not move, but made her retreat a few inches so that she could lower her face to the floor and kiss and lick his shoes. He only gave her a few seconds, the stepped back, but when she tried to rise she suddenly felt his foot on her neck pressing it down until she felt another shoe touching her face. All 17 of her students presented their shoes to her lips and tongue. She tasted the dust and grit of the path on them.
"Nice service. We should make her clean our shoes that way every day."
"No, most of the time she has cum in her mouth and I wouldn't want your cum on my shoes," a girl's voice replied.
"We can always wash her mouth out with soap before making her clean the shoes."
"And anyway, I'd rather have her clean my feet." Anne was pretty sure that was Lydia talking. "She should do that after the sports lessons."
"Yeah," a boy laughed. "And I'll make sure not to shower that morning so she gets some really tasty feet."
Finally the ordeal (the first of many, Anne knew) was over and Morris pulled the blindfold off her head. The students were standing in a semicircle around her.
"Ok, whore, let's see you play with your nipples," Morris ordered.
They were going to make her masturbate immediately! The thought shot through her body like a physical touch and she started shivering. She ran her palms over her nipples and felt them harden immediately. When she took them between two fingers and rolled them she could not stop a moan of pleasure.
"Squeeze harder and twist them."
She did not even see who had spoken, but complied immediately rolling and twisting her hard nubs, each touch sending a wave of pleasure through her entire body that culminated between her legs.
"Now spread your cuntflaps, lean back so we have a good view of a cunt playing with herself."
She had fulfilled the demand before it was even finished and moaned again when she touched her aroused flesh.
"Two fingers in and fuck yourself slowly."
She would have loved to rub her clit, but complied. It took all her self-control to keep her movements slow, when all she wanted was to fuck herself hard and fast with three fingers and rub her clit with the other hand. But no more orders came and she had to continue the slow teasing moving inside and out. Her body was shivering and soaked in sweat and she was moaning continually now.
"Pull them out and lick your slime off."
The taste added another dimension to her arousal, but she had to force herself not beg to be allowed to put her fingers back in.
"One finger on the nub, bitch, and move very slowly."
Finally. She placed her middle finger on her clit and rubbed in slow small circles. A groan escaped her. One fast movement and she would be coming. She wanted to so badly, but despite the haze of horniness she still knew it would be much better, if she obeyed and waited. And they made her wait. She felt her orgasm building ever so slowly, felt the tightening in her stomach, that peculiar feeling at the back of her knees, felt the sensations increase and move to meet where her finger was still teasing her clit. Just a few more seconds now and knew she would cry out in pleasure.
"I'm hungry. It's time for lunch. You can continue jilling later, bitch. Get food on the table."
For long seconds Anne could only stare uncomprehending. He was denying her again, making her wait even longer. But one quick rub now would do it, he would hardly have to wait.
"Don't even think about coming, whore," Morris growled.
He did not have to say what would happen, if she did. On shaky legs and accompanied by the young people's laughter she made her way to the kitchen.
"And lick those hands clean. I don't want cuntslime on my food."
At least they allowed her to walk, when she was bringing in the two huge dishes of lasagne and the salad, she had made. When she had placed the on the table, a snap of Morris's finger indicated she was to serve each of her guests individually. It took her a while to fill the plates with lasagne and salad. She was walking back to the head of the table, when she realized there was no plate left and she headed off to the kitchen.
"Where do you think you are going, slut?" Morris asked.
"To get another plate, sir. I forgot to set one for me."
Morris laughed.
"So that was what that plate I removed was for. Did you honestly think we would let a naked jilling slut eat at our table? You stay where you are. I'm sure you will have plenty to do serving us all."
And she did. Plates needed to be refilled and drinks fetched from the kitchen. While the students ate and laughed, Anne hurried around serving them all. After everyone was satisfied (there were even one or two complements on her cooking), Morris produced the plate she had set for herself. He passed it round the table and they all put there scraps on it.
"Here, bitch. Place it on the floor and then you can eat, too." Morris ordered. "But come here first. I have a little gift for you."
Anne placed the plate and stood before her owner. He pulled a metal ring maybe 2 inches in diameter from his pocket. Two strings were attached to it.
"Open up," he commanded, then placed the ring in Anne's mouth forcing it wide open, and tied the string behind her head. "Ok, now go ahead and eat."
He pushed her by the neck and she only caught herself just before her face landed in the scraps piled on the plate. Tentatively she extended her tongue. She had to try hard even to reach the food on the plate and was hardly able to make any of the food stick to her tongue. The students watched with obvious amusement. Finally Morris lost patience.
"Oh hurry up, cunt, we don't want to spend all day watching our fuckpig feed."
She felt his boot on her neck pushing her down. With her face in the scraps it was slightly easier to reach something and she hurriedly gobbled up, what she could trying not to think of how soiled her face was. When the plate was finally empty the boot on her neck withdrew.
"Clear the table, bitch. It's time for the entertainment to start."
Breathing heavily she got up and collected the plates and cutlery. Some of the girls helped and piled everything on the tray Anne was holding. When she was halfway to the kitchen Morris called to her.
"I almost forgot. You still have an orgasm coming. Let's get that out of the way so you can concentrate on us. Go ahead and rub your cunt. But don't take all day. You have .. let's say 20 seconds."
Anne looked at him in confusion.
"19 .. 18.."
She would hardly have time to take the tray to the kitchen. Desperate for her orgasm she balanced the tray on her left hand and started rubbing herself frantically. Her body was awash with pleasure almost immediately, but in her awkward position it was hard to relax enough to feel the pleasure.
"12 ... 11 ... 10."
She redoubled her efforts, while the tray wobbled on her left hand. Her pussy made wet slurping sounds while her hand flew over her clit. Finally she felt her climax rising.
"5 ... 4 ... 3 ..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Anne screamed as the pleasure hit her. Her entire body swayed and it took every last bit of self-control not to drop the tray, collapse on the floor and just give in to the long-awaited orgasm.
"0 ... hand off your twat, slut"
With a moan of disappointment she pulled her hand away, while waves of pleasure were still coursing through her. She knew she could have drawn it out for much longer.
"Ok, you've had your time to jill, now take those plates to the kitchen, wash your filthy face and hurry back for service."
Weak-kneed, sweaty, out of breath and still as horny as she had been before she obeyed. When she returned Morris pointed at the floor and she knelt obediently. The students looked at Morris expectantly.
"Now, bitch. Let me explain what is going to happen today. We are going to have a fun afternoon and you will make sure we have fun. Whenever someone wants your service, you provide it with a smile. Whenever someone wants you to perform something, you will obey eagerly. Don't expect any rewards, of course. You are our whore and it is your duty to provide perfect service. Is that understood, whore?"
"Yes, Sir," Anne sighed.
Morris did not even answer, but turned to Belinda and started kissing her. The others started talking and ignored Anne completely. Lydia started making out with Tom. For almost 20 minutes Anne knelt, listening to conversations and quietly watching Lydia playing with Tom's cock, while the boy had his fingers under her skirt. Their movement became faster and suddenly Tom groaned deeply and his cock started jetting cum in heavy spurts. Lydia kept rubbing the boy's cock so his cum splattered all over the floor. The others watched grinning.
"Nice load, Tom, my boy," Brian grinned.
"Clean up, bitch. I'm sure you know how," Lydia commanded grinning.
Yes, she knew how. Taking a deep breath Anne leaned forward and licked a few drops of cum off the floor. When she rose to move to the next one, Lydia stopped her.
"No, keep your face to the floor and your fat ass in the air."
Sighing silently Anne crawled to the next drops very aware of her exposed ass. Lydia sent her all over the floor making sure always to point out the drops farthest from where she was. When she was licking up the final few drops, she heard a gasp from some of the boys.
"Yeah, let's see our bitch lick that," one of the boys exclaimed.
"Here, bitch."
She followed Lydia's voice and when she reached the sofa and looked up, she saw Lydia had removed her skirt and was sitting there with her legs wide open displaying her hairy pussy. Anne needed no further invitation and dove between Lydia's leg. A strong smell greeted her, but she gritted her teeth and starting pleasuring the dark-haired girl. There was a lot of verbal encouragement, most of it obscene, of course, but Anne tried to concentrate on what she was doing and was rewarded with Lydia groaning loudly, grabbing her face and rubbing it all over her hairy pussy until Anne's face was coated with pussyjuice. This had apparently broken the ice and Anne spent the next hour sucking cock and licking pussy. When she finally had a moment to herself, her tongue aching, she looked around and saw Morris and Belinda missing. But she did not have to wait long to find out where they were. Morris's voice called her into her bedroom. She found the couple on her bed having sex. Morris was on his back with Belinda riding him.
"High time you finally came, bitch. Turn around, sweetie, so our whore can get to work."
Belinda turned without releasing her boyfriend's cock until she faced Anne.
"Come here, slut, and lick my pussy."
Anne crawled onto the bed and started licking Belinda's wet pussy, while only inches away Morris's hard member moved in and out languorously. Under the double stimulation Belinda came almost at once, but Morris continued his movements and Anne had to follow suit despite her tongue growing increasingly numb. Belinda had two more orgasms and Anne, her own pussy burning with need, hated her for each one. Then finally Morris's movements became faster and deeper and he fucked his girlfriend to yet another orgasm while he came inside her. Anne's only reward was having to lick the young man's cum from both pussy and cock.
Before they returned to the living-room Morris and Belinda dressed again as had all the others after having had Anne service them. Obviously they wanted Anne to remain the only one naked. When Morris had settled back in his chair and had had Anne bring another round of drinks an expectant hush fell.
"Well, bitch, after you have done the easy work, it's time for some more special entertainment. That requires a bit of preparation, though. Crawl out into the garden and wait there."
Anne made her way out onto the patio, but with a wave of the hand Morris chased her deeper into the small garden, where she waited nervously. What did they have in mind for her? Her orgasm had been wonderful despite the circumstances, but she was just as horny as before and hoped she would soon be fucked as Morris had promised. She gave up pretending she hated it all and only obeyed because of the blackmail. By now she knew she needed all the control and the humiliation to achieve those earth shattering orgasms. Whatever they did to her, she would obey hoping to be fucked hard in the end.
Finally the students came out into the garden holding glasses as if this was some swank cocktail party. Well, for them it was in a way.
"Wiggle, slut. Let's see those hangers sway," slender Roseanne commanded.
Anne moved and her breasts started swinging under her.
"Like big bells. We should tie a rope to the nipples and we could make them swing any way we want," Max grinned.
"Let's see those tits bounce a bit," Wasim suggested. "Jump up and down, slut."
Anne obeyed immediately. The students watched grinning, while she started sweating again and her breath grew ragged.
"Like an upright cow with those big udders," Roseanne remarked viciously.
"I kinda like them, especially when they are wrapped around my cock," Bill replied.
"Don't you think she deserves a rest?" asked Tina.
"What she deserves doesn't matter. She's our whore. It is what we want that counts. And I want to see her tits and ass bounce some more," Wasim objected.
They made her jump until her lungs were aching and the muscles in her legs were burning fiercely.
"We should stop her now," Tina finally said. "After all we want her eager for sex, don't we?"
Morris motioned her to stop, which Anne gratefully did. "Eager for sex? She always is. Go ahead, Tina, check her cunt. I bet it is dripping."
Tina walked over and ran one hand down Anne's body, which made her shiver with delight. The girl slipped one finger between Anne's pussylips and withdrew it glistening.
"See? Our whore gets off on being ordered and about and degraded. Now, ladies, will you do the honours?"
Tina grabbed Anne's hand behind her back and pushed her towards the tree, where Roseanne and Belinda were waiting to tie her up. When Katja approached with a riding crop, Anne blanched.
"On your toes, slut."
Desperate to please Anne raised her body to stand on tiptoes despite the fire in her legs. She felt the crop lightly touching her behind, then gasped, when it hit her hard.
"On your toes, I said!"
Biting her lips Anne tried to raise her body again only to drop down again, when the crop bit into her flesh again. It went on for some time until Morris stepped up close to her.
"Do you know why you are being cropped, whore?"
"No, Sir," Anne gasped. "If I have done anything wrong, please tell me and I will make amends and try to give perfect service."
Anything to avoid more pain, she thought. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Morris smile.
"Something wrong? No, slut. You've been a perfect whore today. And will be even more of a perfect whore later. You are being cropped, because we want to see it. If it hurts you, that is really of no account, is it?. After all you are just a fuckpig. If it amuses us, you will do it or have it done to you, no matter if you have done anything wrong. And now, whore, you are going to be thoroughly whipped. Of course it will hurt much more that the puny little crop, but it will be interesting for us to see you cry and hear you scream. So we will do it, no matter what you think."
He stepped back and David came up with a vicious-looking whip. He took careful aim and laid a first blow right across Anne's ass. Not screaming loudly took Anne's complete self-control.
"Hey that big ass looks much nicer with a stripe across it. I think I'll whip her every time I want to fuck her ass."
Anne was too far gone to even recognize the voice and when the next stroke hit her she did cry out.
"Stick that fat ass out, bitch," some girl shouted.
"Nice to see her dance that way," a boy added.
Anne lost count of the strokes and when David stepped back her body was hurting and she breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Here, let me try."
Anne's eyes went wide, when Katja grabbed the whip. After that Anne lost all self-control. She sobbed and begged, slobbered and sniffled. She contorted her body in vain efforts to escape the whip, but it just kept falling and all her contortions only added new areas that hurt. The only respite came when one of the students had had enough and it took a moment for another to grab the whip and continue. One stroke merged into another and Anne turned into a mass of slobbering flesh before she felt hands loosen the ropes that held her. She collapsed onto the lawn.
But if she had thought she would get some rest, she was sorely mistaken. Strong hands grabbed her hips and pulled them up. Then a hard cock was thrust into her asshole. Every touch of her ass hurt, but whoever was fucking her did not care and buggered her brutally. When he was done, he was immediately replaced by another. Anne did not even look up. What did it matter? Everyone could fuck her. When the last cock withdrew from her aching hole, hands grabbed her hair and when her head came up, her cheek was slapped by a hard cock.
"Open up, cunt!" She barely recognized Freddie's voice.
When she obeyed automatically, the Scot rammed his cock all the way down her throat making her gag. He grabbed both sides of her head and just pulled her head back and forth barely leaving her time to gulp in some air, before he slapped his cock into her mouth again until her nose touched his stomach and his heavy balls slapped her chin. When he finally came deep inside her throat Anne had lost all concept of time and it was a huge relief, when Belinda called her over and had her service the red-haired pussy for a long time.
"Aren't you going to thank me for all the cock I provide your with?" She heard Morris's voice as if from afar. Slowly she crawled over to him and kissed his boots. "Back inside," Morris commanded after a few moments and gave her raised ass an encouraging kick.
When they were all assembled in the living-room again and provided with a new round of drinks, which Anne had served on shaky legs, Morris pointed under the glass table and, grateful for the rest, Anne crawled under it, turned onto her back and spread her legs so her pussy was invitingly displayed. For a while they left her alone, apparently sated for the moment. Anne slowly calmed down as the pain receded. Instead she became increasingly aware of the need in her pussy again. Would they fuck her now? All she could think of was the promised fuck. She imagined all the boys taking turns fucking her needy cunt. Yes, the thought of being gangbanged by a dozen boys was utterly depraved, but she did not care. She needed to be used like a common whore.
"I think I need to take a leak." Roseanne's voice broke Anne's reverie. Through the glass of the tabletop Anne looked at the blonde girl sitting with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, but between her spread legs her pussy was clearly visible. "Where's the loo?"
"Right here, under the table," Bill grinned.
"If you think I'll take a leak in front of you pervert, you have another think coming," Roseanne responded. Then she got up. "Come along, slut, I need to use the loo."
Anne followed on all fours not even thinking to get up. Roseanne walked towards the bathroom, but then turned left into Anne's bedroom. She motioned for Anne to close the door and slipped out of her dress. So she wanted her pussy licked first. Anne approached and flicked her tongue over the girl's shaved pussy.
"What do you think you're doing, slut? I don't want to be licked, when I pee. Now open your mouth and get close."
Anne stared at her disbelieving. She couldn't expect ...
"What is it, slut? I'm going to start peeing in 3 seconds, whether your mouth is in place or not."
No, this couldn't be happening. Before Anne could even finish the thought she saw the yellow stream gushing from Roseanne's pussy. Anne started transfixed, while Roseanne soiled the sheets and a stream of pee dripped onto the floor.
"Now you have choice, slut. You can either lick the floor clean or I'll take you outside and give you another whipping. And then you lick the floor clean. What is it going to be?"
Still Anne could only stare. She could not lick piss off the floor. She was a depraved whore, but not that! But she knew she could not stand another whipping.
"Maybe this time I'll lay the whip on your cunt. I wonder how that will feel."
"Noooo"
Roseanne raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"No, please don't whip me again. I'll do anything, but ..."
"Then lick that piss of the floor, slut!"
Resigned, but shivering with revulsion Anne bent down. The smell of piss was strong in her nostrils and she recoiled involuntarily. But a foot on her neck pushed her back down, pushed her deeper and deeper and finally pushed her face right into the puddle.
"Lick, slut."
Anne tasted the salty liquid carefully.
"A nice leather belt you have lying here, slut. I think I'll lay it across your ass, until you are done."
Before Anne could reply a strip of fire erupted on her ass and she started gobbling up Roseanne's pee as if it was some delicacy. Roseanne delivered two more burning strokes before she made Anne suck the soaked sheets. Then she got up and pulled the dress back on.
"Wait here, slut," she commanded while she stepped out the door. "Half-trained, but I think she'll give no more problems. Who's next?"
Thomas was already opening his fly as he walked in.
"You want this off the floor again or are you going to be a good toilet whore?"
Anne was on the point of refusing, but Roseanne had obviously told the others the details of what had happened, because Thomas made a beeline for the bed and picked up the belt. Slowly Anne opened her mouth. Thomas pointed his semi-rigid cock and pissed right into her mouth. Anne desperately tried to swallow.
"You know, I actually had a crush on you, when you first came here." Thomas remarked. "I used to jerk off thinking of you. To think that now I can have you whenever want, as a whore, a toy or a urinal. Quite amazing."
He was replaced by Charles and then Max, who even made her suck his cock clean afterwards. Then Ewan swaggered in and Anne immediately opened her mouth.
"Developed a taste for piss, whore? Looks like you can't wait. But I have something else in mind. You stay where you are."
Ewan walked around Anne and she heard the bed creaking when he climbed onto it. Then a hot stream hit her head and ran down her body. He was pissing right on her hair and covering her in the vile liquid.
"See? A dirty, stinking whore like you should smell like a dirty, stinking whore, don't you think? Now lick the floor clean so I can step down from the bed without getting my feet dirty."
When she followed Ewan back into the living-room, there was a chorus of comments.
"What a filthy slut."
"She smells like a public loo."
"What a piss-whore."
"Yeah, the stink is right, but she needs the right make-up to go with it." Morris grinned. "Let's take her outside for the make-up session."
Grinning expectantly the students followed Anne, who crawled after Morris. He made her kneel in a corner of the patio. Brian came out carrying what Anne recognized as the kitchen bin, while Lydia followed with a plastic bag. Grinning widely Brian upended the bin in front of Anne dumping the refuse from the meal she had prepared earlier. Lydia handed Morris some eggs and opened a can of baked beans and a bag of flour, then emptied both on the pile of refuse. Morris took a couple of eggs dropped the container and then broke the eggs over Anne's head.
"Now get down in the garbage, where you belong, pisshwore!"
Before she could even react, he pushed her down, then plated a foot on her neck and slowly ground her face into the rubbish. General laughter followed this. When he released her Anne came up, her face soiled.
"Now let's see how well you have learnt your lesson, pisshwore. Get down where you belong, in the dirt!"
Anne did not even hesitate, but bent low again and rubbed her face in the revolting mixture. Morris just waited and Anne slid her face back and forth until it was covered in the refuse.
"It seems she has finally learnt that she is just garbage, a piece of shit, nothing! And whatever we do with her she has to be grateful for. Is that right, piece of shit?"
"Yes, Sir," Anne gasped her face still in the dirt.
"Good, now stay here until you are called. We have better things to do than deal with a filthy slag like you."
Dusk slowly fell, but luckily it was a warm day. Anne was left alone to think. How far she had come. How far she had been degraded. And how much she craved it. There was no pretending anymore. She hated being whipped, hated being used as a urinal, hated being this filthy, but her pussy was throbbing, needy. And for one of those orgasms she had only had here under Morris's domination, she knew she would demean herself even more.
"Come in, whore!"
She crawled back eager for more.
"Go take a shower. No one wants a slag as filthy as you are."
Wasim followed her into the bathroom.
"Just to make sure to don't start jilling, whore."
"May I ..., may I pee, Sir?"
"You mean piss? Go ahead, we won't need your toilet, since we now have you. So you might as well soil it with your piss."
He leaned against the wall watching as she relieved herself.
When she came out of the shower, he led her into the bedroom and called for Katja, who supervised her putting on make-up, repeatedly admonishing her to make it more sluttish. Finally she took Anne back to the waiting students.
"Now about that fuck we promised you." Morris explained. "Usually I'd ask one of the guys to sacrifice himself and stick his cock into your twat for a few seconds. I'm sure it won't take longer than that. But you have been a pretty decent piece of shit whore, so we'll give you a chance at a better fuck. All you need to do is behave like a true piece of shit whore, do everything to entertain us, talk like a whore, behave like a whore, in short, be yourself. You have two hours to convince us you deserve a good fucking."
Anne nodded eagerly.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be a very good whore for you."
For the next hours Anne forgot everything she had ever heard about modesty. She displayed herself shamelessly in any obscene position she could think of, begged each student to be allowed to lick their feet, their balls, their asses, suggested the most perverted ways in which she might be used.
And the students took full advantage of it. She sucked their toes tasting the day's sweat, wriggled her tongue between a dozen ass cheeks to caress their anuses, sucked every boy's balls into her mouth and licked every girl to at least one more orgasm. And she told them about her most bizarre dreams.
"Maybe you would like to use your whore all tied up so that she can be fucked from both ends? I could be throat-fucked or lick your wonderful pussies, while my shithole is buggered at the other end. Of course a filthy piece of shit whore like me cannot expect any decent gentleman to stick their wonderful cocks into my slimy twat, but I trust my asshole is a pleasing place to leave your sperm. Or maybe you would like to whore me out to your friends? Or the ladies have boyfriends with ideas for perverted sex that no decent woman would perform? I could service your boyfriends' needs under your supervision. Just use me in any way you like."
"It seems you have learnt your lesson, cunt. You'll continue serving us all, only much better now, but from now on we will have one afternoon every month here, where you can be treated just like you deserve." Morris paused. "Well, shall we give our slut what she craves?"
Instead of an answer all the boys pulled down their zippers. Morris grabbed her head and started fucking her face. Anne panicked. Was this the sort of fucking he had been talking about? Was she not going to get cock in her pussy after all? Then she stopped thinking and had to concentrate on not gagging and getting some air into her lungs. When Morris was cumming, he pushed her head away and deposited his cum in her face.
"Now get yourself over there, whore." He grunted.
When Anne turned she saw all the other boys naked and waving her over. When she approached she found one cock slammed into her mouth, another into her ass and then, finally, one entering her cunt. All three started fucking her merciless. It took less than a minute for her to come screaming.
"OHHHHHH; YESSSSSSSSSS, fuck me like the whore that I am. Fuck me harder, pleaassseeeee."
She hardly noticed the loads of cum pumped into her holes. She moaned in disappointment, when the spent cock withdrew from her mouth, but her moan was cut short by another cock. Her ass and cunt also only remained empty for seconds. Again she came and came and came.
They took turns on her for over an hour each young man trying hard to fuck each of the three available holes. By the time they were done, Anne was reduced to a slobbering, cum-dripping mass of whoreflesh. But she did remember to make the rounds on her knees and beg every boy to be allowed to suck his cock clean and offer her tongue to every girl.
* * *
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Anne greeted her class on the Monday morning.
"Good morning, whore!"
"May I please say that I thoroughly enjoyed yesterday, ladies and gentlemen. I am looking forward to serving you again tonight or whenever you please. And of course, if anyone of you feels the need to relieve him- or herself, there will no longer be any need for a hallpass. I will gladly serve as your urinal. And I will try very hard to be a good whore for your most perverted desires."
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