Part VII
As the door to the principal's office closed firmly behind her, Ana walked
slowly and hesitatingly toward the hallway, humiliated and crying. Her nipple
clamps were biting firmly into her soft nipple flesh, reminding her of the fact
that she had nothing else with which to cover her bare breasts. And the dildo
was even worse than it had been this morning; her pussy was very wet and
lubricated now, and the dildo threatened to slip out with every step. Ana could
do nothing about it this time, nor could she adjust the hem of her skirt, which
was riding up to mid-thigh. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back.
As soon as she exited the recently-deserted hallway of the school, she
realized to her horror that while it seemed most of the girls had gone home,
most of the male population of the student body remained in the schoolyard.
All conversation stopped as she emerged on shaking legs, her eyes downcast.
As she made her agonizingly slow way across the school grounds, the only
sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels against the pavement.
Ana realized that she would have to walk right past several staring groups
of students in order to exit the schoolyard. They refused to get out of her way,
simply ogling her as she stumbled and swayed toward them. As she
approached the first group of boys, none made a sound. But one furtively
reached out to toy with her nipple clamps briefly, snatching his hand back
immediately as though he'd been burned.
Ana yelped at the sudden pain. Just as soon as the first boy's hand had left
her, though, another flicked at the chain, setting it to swinging again. Then a
third boy reached up to tug at the chain, and soon it was set to swinging
violently back and forth by a series of furtive hands. The pain brought Ana to
her knees. Now she felt someone come up behind her and start biting her neck
and shoulders. Ana began to struggle, but with her hands cuffed behind her,
there was little she could do to protect herself.
She felt strong hands forcing her to the ground as she kicked and moaned.
Two boys each grabbed her legs, taking the opportunity to stroke and fondle
them even as they pinned her down in a spread-eagle position. From the
corners of her eyes, Ana saw dozens more boys crowding around, and her
heart sank. She put up one last desperate struggle, but the grinning teenagers
kept her pinned down easily. Four boys had her legs, her head was propped up
on someone's lap, and three or four boys were busily toying with her nipple
clamps, causing bright pain to shoot through her breasts. They were all still
eerily silent, nobody having spoken a word.
The boys not occupied holding her were engaged in stripping off their
jeans and underwear. Ana was soon surrounded by twelve to fifteen leering
teenaged boys, their cocks erect and throbbing. She wailed, but her cry was
soon cut off by a tall, black-haired boy who knelt over her head and gently slid
his cock into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but he took hold of her head
and held it there, pushing his cock far back into her throat, thrusting slowly.
After having been ravaged by her father's cock the night before, Ana was
able to take him into her throat without much gagging, but he shoved his cock
so far back into her throat that it cut off her breathing passage again. She
struggled wildly, whipping her head back and forth, but the black-haired boy
only wrapped his fingers through her hair and pulled tightly, forcing her
mouth even further down onto his erection. Ana, in a wild panic, didn't even
resist when she was violated further. Another boy, shorter, but muscular and
blond, now laid his weight upon Ana and thrust his cock into her. Still nobody
had said a word, and Ana felt as though she were in some sort of surreal
dream. She searched the eyes of the other boys for anyone who would help
her, but she only found
pleasure and delight in her predicament in their faces. She couldn't even
whimper; her air was cut off completely.
As her father had, the black-haired boy waited until she was nearly
fainting from lack of oxygen before he allowed her to breathe. Then he settled
into a more normal rhythm, thrusting his cock into her mouth slowly and
steadily. Ana was desperate to get him out of her mouth, and so she did her
best to make him cum as quick as possible, licking and sucking as his cock
slid in and out of her throat. It was becoming more difficult for her to
concentrate; the thorough fucking her pussy was receiving was having a
familiar effect. Ana's clit began to respond yet again, throbbing and pulsing.
She tried to thrust her hips against the boy who was fucking her, to grind her
clit against his balls, but the boys pinning her down allowed her no freedom of
movement. She tried to tell them, to explain, that she wouldn't scream or yell
if they only allowed her to cum, please to cum, that's all she wanted, but her
pleas came out only as muffled whimpers against the steady thrusting of the
cock in her mouth.
When the black-haired boy finally spurted into her throat, another cock
immediately replaced his. Ana was frantic to cum now, desperate to be able to
explain, but she was only held down tighter, her cries interpreted as pleas for
escape. This boy, too, silenced her cries by choking her with his cock. Ana
realized in horror that she would have to undergo this ordeal with every single
boy there. The second boy was in her aching pussy now, and she knew that if
she could only rub against him she could cum, if she just didn't have to
struggle against the cock rammed down her throat, she was so close already,
ah god.. but their hateful hands pinned her tightly to the ground.
After the second boy finished moaning and spurting inside her, a thin,
wiry red-head took her, and... oh, thank God, he was rubbing his balls against
her clit! Ana groaned in pleasure, tingles beginning to sweep over her entire
body, but just as the orgasm was about to sweep over her, he pulled his cock
away, smiling. He knew! This one knew exactly what he was doing! He slid
his long cock into her again, tormenting this sweet tortured body even more.
He ground and rubbed his balls against her until he saw her eyes come
unfocused and her breathing increase to a feverish gasping pace.. and then
pulled out again.
Ana was near to hyperventilating. She pleaded with him with her eyes,
imploring, moaning and sighing desperately, but her tormentor only smirked
and brought her slowly to orgasm again... then denied it. Ana started to cry.
She needed to cum so badly, and this bastard KNEW what he was doing to
her. If only the idiot inside her mouth would let go of her head.. but they all
held her head tight to their cocks, half-choking her and allowing no sounds to
escape her save gasping whimpers.
The red-head lasted the longest, thrusting inside her for at least twenty
minutes. Finally he gasped and moaned loudly, cumming and cumming inside
her. Ana was nearly out of her mind, tears streaming down her cheeks. Most
of the boys there thought she was crying at the humiliation of being raped. But
Ana only wanted to cum, more than anything in the world. The red-head
would have her twice more that day, tormenting her the same way both times.
Eleven other boys fucked her a total of twenty-six times that afternoon, as she
lay there on the ground sucking them and taking them in her cunt until she was
sore and bruised. When they were finished, still without speaking a single
word, they left her, trembling and crying, lying in the dirt.
Ana sobbed miserably. Twelve boys and twenty-six fucks and she still
hadn't been able to cum. Her pussy was on fire, aching and throbbing. If she
could only stroke it.. just for a few minutes.. she tried miserably to rub it
against the ground, but to no avail. One thought burned in her brain: Master.
I have to get home to Master. Master will take care of me. Incoherently, she
struggled weakly to her feet and stumbled homeward.
