Chapter 4
The kids dragged Sharon from the bus. Several of the boys used the ropes from the metal railings of the seats to bind her feet and wrists. Her hands were in the small of her back as they looped other ropes around her shoulders and pulled her backwards down the aisle. Abner just stood and watched, her ass scraping on tile floor, bouncing down the stairs at the door.
She landed on her naked ass in the dust of a driveway in front of a monstrous old building. Gargoyles stared down at the bound young teacher from the roofline where they perched in a long line along the front of the mansion. The young teacher didn't have any idea of where she was; only that it was still somewhere in the mountains.
During the long ride, Sharon had been suspended by the ropes, and being fucked and played with by the children. All thought of where they were headed had been wiped from her mind until it was too late to watch the twists and turns. Even the sky failed to give her any direction. The young woman was lost, alone in the clutches of the principal and the students.
Once outside the bus, they carried her, two of the boys lifting her legs and two of them toting her shoulders. The girls held the door of the old mansion open as Sharon was taken inside. Then Abner led the group down the darkened hallways and stairs to an enormous room several levels below the main floor.
There, clamps, dangling at the end of long chains along one wall, were snapped around Sharon's wrists, and the ropes were stripped from her body. From somewhere off in the shadows a crank turned and lifted her arms high above her head.
Only a small light bulb dangling from the ceiling by a frayed cord kept the darkness at bay. Into its faint circle of light stepped Abner with an arm across the shoulders of one of the boys.
"This is Wendall," the principal said." He's our electronics expert. He'll have this place all wired-for extra light and other equipment when we begin in the morning." He patted the boy on the shoulder. "Now, you get started, Wendall. We don't want any delay."
Sharon was boggled. The boy looked like a refugee out of a movie about nerds. He wore thick glasses on a narrow nose, and he had to continually push them up to his eyes. He was as skinny as a rail and certainly no taller than she is. He looked completely out of place, standing there with the evil principal in the dank old mansion.
The boy nodded, the hair around his cowlick bobbing, then he turned and disappeared across the dim room. Sharon could hear him banging and tugging with equipment somewhere out of sight.
"What's going on?" the young teacher asked. "Please give me some clothes and let me out of these chains."
"You haven't figured it out?" Abner asked, feigning surprise. "You're not such a smart little cunt after all."
That gave him a hearty laugh, and Sharon had to suffer while he amused himself with the cleverness of his own wit.
"It's a science field trip for a collection of our, shall we say 'special' students," he said. "They studied medieval castles and dungeons and decided to try their hand at developing some methods of torture for themselves. All very scientific, you know. Experimentation and all that."
"What does that have to do with me?" Sharon asked, uncertain about whether she really wanted to hear the answer.
"Why, that should be obvious," he growled. "Since Miss Snyder's unfortunate accident, the students needed a subject for their experiments. You, my little Miss Jenkins, happen to be the sexiest test tube in the world."
And with that, he reached out and tweaked her right nipple. The young teacher winced in pain as he left her to hang in the chains in the darkness overnight.
"Please set me free!" Sharon begged the two older boys who came to take her from the wall. For a minute she thought they were doing so, but when she was unclamped she was just led toward the center of the room where another set of chains dangled from the high ceiling.
Again, her hands were snapped into clamps and the chains were pulled tight, raising her arms above her head. Her body was stretched out until only her toes brushed the floor.
Abner was the first one to taunt her. He moved up right into her face.
"Well, cunt," he hissed, "are you ready for a little education?"
Sharon groaned, trying to lift herself on the chains. She pushed with her toes, attempting to move away from the threatening man.
He laughed heartily and slapped one of her tits with an open hand. Stinging pain spread across the skin of the young teacher's battered tit flesh. Again the principal's hand lashed out, this time smacking her other tit with his palm. Scarlet handprints were etched into the skin of her tits as she moaned there in the chains.
The students had all filed into the room and formed a circle with Sharon in the center. As the principal abused her aching body, the pupils stood silently and watched. Most of them had eager smiles on their faces as if they were enjoying their teacher's pain. Sharon had never seen such open lust on the faces of youngsters before.
"Red tits are the best," Abner chuckled as he slapped her right tit again. The nipple at the crown of her battered fleshy tit rocked. Pain ripped through her left fit once more as his hand crashed down again. Every square inch of skin on her tits was burning.
One of his hands ran down her stomach and into her cunt hair. His grip tightened and he tugged sharply, pulling at her pussy pelt. Her cunt hair was yanked tight and pulled at the skin of her rounded pussy mound. The young teacher shrieked in agony as her cunt hair threatened to be torn out.
"Look at her," the principal sneered, glancing around at the students. "She already thinks her cunt is in pain and we haven't even started. This little bitch teacher of yours is really going to howl when we finally put her through her paces."
Several giggles broke out in the crowd and Sharon writhed in shame. She was a teacher being mocked in front of her students. Both her tits and her pussy were being tortured right out in the open for all of her pupils to see. Now the kids were laughing at her near-hysterics over nothing more than slapped tits and pulled pussy hair. She was ashamed that she was showing so little control in front of them and promised herself to do better.
Rough fingers groped into her pussy slit, digging for her cunthole. Sharon bit her lower lip to stop her cry as her cunt lips were shoved brutally aside. The tip of one stubby finger centered on the mouth of her pussy hole and, in one violent motion, shoved all the way inside. The young teacher gave a moan. Her cunthole was as dry as a bone and the finger pulled painfully at her flesh.
Sharon tried to pull herself up the chains-anything to get away from the swirling finger that was abusing her dry pussy. But Abner's hand followed her upward, keeping his finger speared into her cunt. The first hint of pussy juice was beginning to flow as her body fought to protect its delicate flesh. The natural grease eased the pain in her cunthole, but nothing could do anything for the pain in her mind.
Abner seemed satisfied that her pussy had slickened, and he pulled out his finger to replace it with his thumb. His thumb probed deeply into her cunthole before sliding out to run up her slit. Abner stepped back, and then walked around her naked body as Sharon strained to keep him in sight. Abner was somewhere behind her, out of sight, and the young teacher trembled in fear over what the evil man might do.
A hand grappled at her ass cheeks, forcing fingers down the crease. Sharon moaned as the tip of one of his fingers found the wrinkled mouth of her asshole and scratched at it. Then a knee caught her on the inside of her right leg, bending it outward. Another hand caught the inside of her opposite thigh, forcing her foot from the floor.
Something thick prodded her asshole and Sharon moaned from the pressure. The end of Abner's thumb ground at the mouth of her shitter, trying to force itself inside. The tight ass ring resisted the intrusion as Sharon tried to squirm. But the principal's hand and leg kept her pinned into place. Slowly the strength of her shithole was overcome and the thick thumb rammed up.
"No!" Sharon moaned from the painful invasion of her asshole. Never had so much as a finger been up her shitter and it felt horrible.
"You like that?" Abner mocked her. "Does it feel good to have something corn-hole your ass? If you think that's bad, bitch, wait until you have a hard cock shoved up your shithole!"
Sharon grimaced at the thought. The thumb reaming her asshole was terrible enough without thinking of anything bigger crammed into her guts. She moaned as Abner piston his thumb back and forth in her tortured shithole.
Something scraped on the floor and Sharon opened her eyes. One of the smaller girls in the class was struggling to drag something large and heavy toward Sharon's naked body.
It was a large chunk of wood almost three feet tall, a cone of wood that someone had polished to a soft sheen. Its tip was rounded and almost an inch across and grew larger until it was almost a foot across at the base. At the side of the main shaft, several smaller spikes of wood speared up.
Abner barked out orders and several of the older boys stepped up to give a hand. Two of them hauled on the chains that held Sharon, lifting her several feet more into the air. It was a mixed blessing for the tortured young teacher; the pressure grew on her wrists but Abner's thumb slipped out of her ass.
Beneath her, two other boys positioned a platform about eighteen inches high then lifted the heavy chunk of wood up until it aimed at her cunt. The young girl stepped forward with grease on her hands and rubbed the lubrication from the top of the wood halfway down to the base. Then the two boys holding the chains slowly lowered Sharon back down until the top of the long cone of wood bumped roughly into her pussy slit. With his hands, Abner positioned her naked body until the very tip of the shaft speared Sharon's cunthole.
He stepped back to survey the situation.
"That's fine, Debby," he said to the young girl. "Now go get my whip."
Then he turned and nodded to the boys. Suddenly the chains holding the teacher's arms slackened and she slumped heavily down.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped as her body settled several inches onto the wooden contraption.
Her pussy mouth was shoved open and the top of the conical shaft of wood was forced in-to her cunthole. Its tip was barely an inch across but its diameter quickly spread out until after only a few inches it was thicker than Abner's prick. The grease the girl had rubbed on it eased its way into her pussy, and her own weight was the instrument that forced it there.
In sudden pain and panic, Sharon knew she had to stop it before it pried her pussy hole apart. Her hands grasped the heavy chains that held her, holding the metal links and pulling her cunt partially off the spearing shaft.
"Help met" she groaned as she pulled herself upward.
The tearing pressure at her pussy mouth eased as only an inch of the cone of wood was left inside her cunt.
"Get it away t" she moaned as she felt the tightness and pressure in her shoulders. "Don't let it tear up my cunt!"
"See how strong the human body is when you give it a reason," the principal said. "If you'd tried to get her to exercise before, she would have sworn she couldn't have held herself just by the strength of her arms. I want every one of you to write this up in your anatomy notes right next to cunt holes, pussies and cocks."
Sharon whimpered from the pain building up in her arms. Her muscles bulged as her whole upper body trembled from the effort it took to keep her weight off the cunt-spearing shaft of wood. But torment in her shoulders was better than the awful pain that the wooden shaft had caused in her tortured cunt.
Suddenly, fire etched across her back as a loud snap ripped into her ears. Intense pain seared its way from one side of her body to the other, and. Sharon's muscles gripped tighter, pulling herself even higher. She grimaced, but twisted her head to the side where she could see Abner pulling the coils of a long whip behind him so he could lash out at Sharon again.
It was a bullwhip, long and black with a lash at least six feet long. As Sharon watched, waves of motion rippled from the handle to the tip, then it lifted to soar through the air to brutalize her flesh again.
."Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed as a blaze of pain sliced across her again.
The tip of the punishing lash wrapped around her upper back to snap against the outside of her right tit. Her tit mound leaped and shook violently on her chest as a spot on the side of it turned a brightly toured red. It felt like a thousand sharp needles had been thrust into her tit flesh.
Her ass cheeks were the next victims of the brutally slashing whip as the coil of rawhide smacked her mounds of ass flesh and seared a scarlet line into her skin. Her ass and cunt clenched as if trying to flee from the pain, and her cunthole closed down tightly around the intruding shaft of wood. "Let's see how long your bitch teacher's strength lasts when she gets a taste of this!" Abner hissed to the students, who were watching, fascinated by the sight of the torture of Sharon's flesh. Not one of them said a word, and many of them held their breath, as their teacher's impaled cunthole gripped down onto the penetrating shaft of wood.
Sharon's naked body shook. Her hands were locked around the chains. Her arms were bent; the elbows forced outward, as she held her weight up from the terrible threat to her Cunthole. But each blow the principal landed with his whip sapped her strength and the will power of her mind. Again and again the whip landed, burning trails of fire into her back and ass.
Abner took two steps to his left and rolled his wrist to bring the whip whistling through the air from the opposite direction. The long leather lash flowed through the space between them, lined up with Sharon's luscious tits.
"Aaaargh!" the young teacher screamed in unbelievable pain.
The whip had cut across both of her tits, smashing the nipples back into the mounds. Her eyes bulged, searching desperately downward, and she could see the narrow band of scarlet seared into her tit flesh. Her nipples rebounded and stood painfully outward as if awaiting the next punishing blow. It quickly came, tearing across her stomach. The tip of the lash wrapped around her side and snapped against the flesh of her back. It felt like a knife blade was slicing her in half, and the young teacher's arms shook and partially collapsed.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed as her weight set-tied down, driving several inches of the wooden cone up her tight cunt.
Her pussy mouth was spread wider than it had ever been before by the ever-widening cone of wood that was being forced up her cunthole. Her arms trembled and she grasped the chains, ignoring her exhausted muscles as she was forced to hoist her body up again. The tearing pressure on her pussy hole quickly subsided, but that relief came at the cost of torturous agony in her arms.
Sharon was near exhaustion. Frantically, she glanced around. The faces of the students were enraptured, filled with newfound lusts. One boy was thrashing his prick with his hand, and a young girl had the hem of her dress up and her panties down and was fingering her lightly furred cunt.
"No!" Sharon screamed as the whip landed again, ripping across the front of her hips with the tip wrapping around to slap her sharply on her ass. Her naked body was covered with crisscrossed angry red lines, and she felt the last of her strength slowly leaking from her arms.
She couldn't hang on. The muscles in her arms felt as if they were coming apart. Her shoulders were locked with pain and her elbows felt as if they would UN-joint. Slowly, her body began settling down as she reached the point of collapse.
"Help meeeee!" she shrieked as her cunthole stretched wide.
Several inches of the spearing wooden cone ran straight up her pussy. The tight ring of her cunt mouth was forced open wider and wider,
Sharon's eyes bulged, Her, arms shook. Desperately, she tried to pull herself upward on the chains but most of her power was gone. For a few seconds, she stopped the descent of her body but soon even that strength was spent. Suddenly, every muscle in her body went flaccid and her weight carried her down.
Sharon gasped in agony as she felt herself parted.' She babbled, then wailed as more of the towering cone was forced into her cunt. The mouth of her pussy hole was pushed even wider and wider open. Six long thick inches of the shaft of wood was crammed in her cunthole, driving the young teacher wild.
Her bones felt pushed out of shape. The mouth of her cunt felt as if it were going to tear. Sharon's head lashed from side to side, swirling her long hair over in front of her face. Her hair stuck wetly in the sweat that was pouring from her brow and her tits as the brutal wooden cone took its toll on her body.
Around her arose youthful shouts of glee from the students who were losing control of their growing lusts. More pricks were being pounded and more cunts speared with fingers, as the youngsters watched their teacher's gaping cunt swallow up another inch of wedging wood.
One small girl was as proud as she could possibly be. She was the one who had brought the shaft of wood that had helped make her teacher painfully delirious. Her tiny finger whipped around in her little pussy slit as she squealed her way through her first-ever girlish cum.
Sharon was too far-gone to care. All she could do was scream.