Chapter 5
They took her from the wooden shaft and let her hang in the center of the room. Then the crowd of students disappeared somewhere to play and plan the further torture of their teacher. At first Sharon S cunt gaped open when freed from the spearing wood, but much to her surprise, her cunthole recovered and began to shrink back to its normal size.
She had thought she had been ruined and that no man would ever want to fuck her again. But her pussy had fooled her with its resilience and had become a tight little fuck hole again.
Sharon moaned. They had lowered the chains until her feet touched the floor again, but her arms had been high over her head for so long that they ached from the decreased flow of blood. Her shoulders and her elbows were still sore and her pussy was still painful from the stretching it had taken.
But her worst discomfort came from her bladder. She had to take a piss. She remembered that she hadn't pissed since teaching the class the day before. No wonder her bladder felt like it would explode, and as she tiptoed in place trying to relieve some of the pressure. But no matter what she tried, the fact remained that her piss hole was about to erupt.
The heavy door of the dungeon banged open and Abner, the principal, walked in. Behind him were most of the other students from the class.
"Here she is, kids. I told you she would wait on us," Abner said.
They paraded into the room and circled Sharon. Abner stepped into the circle and approached her, finally shoving his nose into her face.
"How's that little cunt of yours?" he asked. "Do you need a large, throbbing cock to stretch it wide?"
Sharon groaned. She could feel the soreness all around the circle of her pussy hole. Just the thought of something large being forced into her cunthole was enough to make her wince in pain. The reaction of her body made her tighten down on her bladder and her piss hole almost flared open. In agony, she squeezed down with her cunt muscles and blocked the threatened flow.
"I have to pee!" she whined, crossing her feet on the floor.
"You have to pee?" The principal chortled. "Do you mean that you have to take a piss?"
Sharon nodded her head desperately.
"Then tell me, bitch!" he screamed. "Tell me what you have to do!"
"I have to piss!"' the teacher replied frantically.
'Is your cunt hurting?" the principal demanded.
"Piss! Piss! Piss!" Sharon screamed, almost out of control. "My cunt is about to exploded Please let me loose before I piss right here on the floor!"
Abner whirled around to face the circle of older students. "Did you hear what you said? She's a defiant little bitch! Walter, bring that special whip over here and let's teach this cunt some obedience. I'll watch her pussy, and, if she spills a drop of piss on the floor, I'll make her lick it up."
The boy that stepped out was about as tall as Sharon and was as thin as a rail. His angular head was topped by carrot-colored hair and freckles dotted his nose. She had seen dozens of such youths in her classes, most of them with minds maturing faster than their bodies.
In the boy's hand was a limp whip-like device that reminded her of a cat-o-nine tails. But the strands were apparently nothing more than clothe from the flaccid way that they lay on the floor.
Walter called it his slow whip, Abner told her. The material he had constructed the device out of was something a bandage company was working on, but it hadn't hit the shelves. There was one disadvantage; the principal taunted her, and something she'd find out for herself.
Sharon didn't care. All she wanted at the moment was to be free of the chains and allowed to go somewhere and piss.
Walter lifted his arm and swung weakly at the teacher's naked body. The blow was so soft she didn't even flinch when the limp material hit her flesh. She glanced down unconcerned at where it had brushed her on the side and was surprised to see the strands hadn't fallen away. Instead, they remained attached to her skin as if held by some strange magnetic force.
The boy jerked his arm away from the teacher's body.
"Aaaeeeiii!" she screamed.
It felt as if strips of her skin had been ripped violently from her flesh. In shock, she glanced back down to where the strands of cloth had touched her and saw stripes of' angry red skin.
The whip curled back, slapping strands softly against the front of her naked stomach but this time there was nothing amusing about the weak blow. As she watched, the strands tensed as the boy tugged on the whip. Then he jerked his wrist backward. It felt as though acid had been thrown onto her abdomen as the sticky cloth ripped at her skin. Every thin hair in every pore that was covered by the material jerked out at the same time. It was as if a thousand Band-Aids had been torn off at the same time.
"She wasn't worried about your limp' little whip, Walter!" the crazed principal bellowed at the boy administering the strange beating. "She ignored your science, boy, so now let's teach her a real lesson!"
The boy was apparently listening. The next blow from the loose strands of cloth slapped Sharon directly across her full-mounded tits. Sharon yelped when she felt the material stick, and she gnashed insanely at the cloth with her teeth. Then the student yanked the 'cloth whip away.
"Shiiiit!" the teacher screamed.
Thick bands of tortured, scarlet skin stretched across both of her supple tits, and even her nipples had gone a bright red. Never had 'she felt anything so excruciating as the slow whip of the boy. It was the product of a savage young mind.
He continued to brutalize her, tearing at the skin of her tits, back and ass. By the time the boy was finished there was hardly a strip of her flesh that wasn't glowing a bright red. New red marks overlaid the bruise of the bullwhip she bad suffered before. Sharon's body was marked like that of a whipped slave, and she knows the torture wouldn't end. She hung sobbing with fear and agony in the chains, and as Walter rejoined the crowd, she couldn't help but be terrorized by the thought of what might happen next.
"I can't pee with everyone watching," Sharon whined as she hunkered down on the small ledge with her feet flat on the stone.
The small shelf of stone was four feet from the floor and only eighteen inches wide. Her back was against the wall, her ass only inches from the ledge, with her feet spread obscenely wide. Her cunt was stretched open between her fully spread thighs as her knees angled off in opposite directions.
"Shut up and pry open your cunt slit even morel" Abner growled.
The naked teacher whimpered and dropped her hands from her knees. Her finger's found her cunt lips and pulled them to the side. Her whole cunt gash was stretched open with the flesh tight until even her cunthole was visible. Her face and her tits were red from embarrassment now that the effects of the "slow" whip had worn off.
The students stood only a few feet in front of her in two curved lines slightly to the left and right. Eager faces crowded close to stare excitedly into Sharon's gaping cunt. She was being forced to hold it open for them so they could see the stretched pussy flesh inside. Now they were waiting for her bladder to overcome her resistance so they could watch the golden stream burst from the piss hole. Sharon had never heard of anything more demented and she prayed that she could hold back her piss. But the torturous pressure in her bladder was causing intense pain, and she knew she couldn't hold out for long.
Three feet out from the wall, a narrow trench had been dug into the floor, and it was into that which they expected her to piss. The trench was only eighteen inches wide and not much more than a foot deep. It was a bit longer than six feet, and the stone floor inside was sloped slightly to a drain ii) the center. It was obvious that it was built for pissing but Sharon couldn't figure out why it was so long. There was also a modern bathroom she had seen some of the pupils using which was through a door in the opposite wall.
Sharon fought the pressing need to empty her bladder while the whole crowd of kids stared at her cunt.
Pain rolled inside her. Her bladder felt as heavy and as big as a bowling ball. Her position on the ledge forced the muscles of her abdomen to tighten, squeezing down on her tortured guts. It hurt so badly that she almost swooned, which almost cost her balance on the ledge. There was no way she could catch herself if she tumbled off and she would crash headfirst to the stone floor. The kids seemed willing to wait forever, and it was inevitable that she would eventually have to give them what they wanted. Perhaps it would be best to get it over and get rid of the terrible pain.
Sharon groaned as she felt her piss slit start to flare. The first drops pushed their way into her piss tube and began burning their path to the outside. Her whole abdomen felt suddenly gripped in a vise, and she wailed as the first of the golden stream burst forth.
"Here it comes!" a young girl giggled, and the whole crowd rustled as all of them drew near.
Every one of the youngsters was staring intently at their teacher's cunt as the piss began to flow. It shot out from her cunt gash into the air, arching slightly before splashing loudly in the pit. Sharon wailed from the pleasure of emptying her bladder combined with the shame of doing it in front of the kids.
"Damn!" one of the boys exclaimed. "She really had to piss. Look at her go!"
And it was true. Her bladder had been completely full. The young teacher pissed and pissed with the kids' heads only a couple of feet from her cunt. The golden stream hissed from her pussy gash down into the piss trough, where it splashed noisily all over the bottom and inside walls. Beneath her, Sharon could hear the gurgle of the drain as it swallowed more and more of her piss.
"Go away," the young teacher moaned. "Nobody should watch my cunt while I piss."
But her protests were to no avail. The eager young students were all pressing near determined to watch every drop. Abner was standing off to one side, smirking with his hands on his hips. This young bitch teacher was almost delirious from the pain and the shame, and the punishment had just barely started. If she only knew what he had planned for later, she wouldn't moan so much from having to piss in front of the kids. What she was doing now wasn't much more than recess compared to when things would get serious. Some of the things the pupils had come up with to torture their teacher were delightfully evil and perverse. Sharon was unsuspecting. What was happening now was horror to her mind. As the piss stream slowed and she got more control of her body, she could look into the faces of the kids from her class. Every one of them had an enraptured expression, and their eyes glinted as they stared at her pissing cunt.
"It looks so hot?" one of the older girls said and reached out with her hand.
Piss from her teacher's pussy splashed into her palm and covered her fingers and her wrist.
"It is hot!" the girl exclaimed and pulling her hand from the stream. "And smell it Smell our teacher's piss!"
Sharon groaned and jerked her head back. The rear of her skull battered painfully into the stone wall. As the last few drops dribbled from her piss hole, she prayed that she could disappear. But her prayers went unanswered and the students crowded m even closer. They watched the last beads emerge from her piss hole and leak out onto the pink flesh of her spread cunt gash.
Abner stepped nearer. "Lorie," he said, addressing one of the girls to Sharon S right, "it's about time for the second part of the torture you devised." He turned slightly. "Two of you boys get the ropes."
Sharon was almost beside herself with shame, and she didn't resist as several of the students helped her from the wall. Her arms were forced behind her naked back and tied at the top of her ass. Then her ankles were also lashed tightly together and a third rope joined the first two down the back of her legs so she couldn't bend at the waist. Ml the young teacher could do was stand totally erect, then lay stiffly supine in their arms when several of the boys picked her up.
They turned her body lengthwise, but Sharon was too humiliated to worry about what they planned to do. It wasn't until her nose filled with the strong smell of piss and her back touched the wet stone that she realized that they had laid her in the shallow pit.
"Don't put me in here!" she squealed. "It's dirty! I don't want to lay in my own piss!"
Abner stepped up to the edge. He towered above her. Sharon's shoulders fitted against both sides of the pit and her nose was only an inch below the level of the floor. She tried to squirm, but the ropes and the confines of the trench held her tightly in place.
"You're a selfish bitch!" the principal snarled. "Everybody in here has a full bladder and you didn't ask a single one of them to join you when you were squirting piss from your cunt. So now that you're finished with your pleasure, it's the kids' turn to piss into the pit."
"But I'm in here!" Sharon exclaimed frantically. "You're a real smart cunt, aren't you?" He laughed sadistically. "You figured that out all by yourself."
The young teacher gasped. He couldn't mean what he said! Surely the students wouldn't use her to soak up their piss!
Abner turned to the young girl named Lone.
"You're first since it was your idea."
The girl giggled. She was wearing a long, loose pink dress that reached clear to the floor. She grabbed the cloth at the side of her thighs and lifted the hem from the dust. Her feet were bare as they straddled the sides of the trench. Slowly she gathered the cloth in her fingers as she hunkered down over her teacher's naked tits. The hem; of her garment rode up her creamy, tight thighs, exposing succulent young flesh. When her ass was close to the level of the ground, the lower part of the' dress was wrapped around her waist.
Sharon stared up right at the young girl's cunt. Faint brown cunt hair whisked around the vertical slash. Never had the teacher seen a cunt in such vivid detail and she was shocked that it was happening now. A stray thought flitted through her mind that what she was seeing was what her own cunt must look like. Suddenly a hiss filled Sharon's cars as the girl's piss hole flared open and shot a golden stream of hot piss down' onto her tits. Sharon groaned, but quickly shut her lips when drops, of piss splattered up into her mouth.
The taste of hot saltiness swirled over her tongue and the teacher's eyes bulged in surprise. The young student's piss stream blasted into Sharon's tits and splashed all over her chest, neck and face. A whimper' grew in Sharon's chest as the golden stream slowed, then dripped the final piss drops down onto her skin.
Most of the girls then took their turn squatting over the teacher's body. The blonde nymph Sharon had seen fucking on the bus hunkered down right over her teacher's cunt. The hairy little fuck box of the girl's pussy aimed right at Sharon's own cunt. The girl was good at directing her stream and pissed right into her teacher's pussy slit. The hissing, pounding river of piss arrows down to batter at the top of Sharon's cunt lips.
The pressure forced Sharon's sensitive clit out of protection of its folds. The piss stream bathed the tingling bud of sex nerves with a wet heat until the teacher's legs began to shake. The warmth spread clear, into Sharon's cunthole as her pussy juices started to flow. The unwanted pleasure the hot piss was causing was enough to degrade the teacher even more.
All of the boys standing on both sides of the pit were digging in their jeans to free their half-hard cocks. Their trousers were shoved almost to their knees as each boy took his own prick in his hand. Sharon's eyes whirled around, glancing up at the forest of cocks. Male cocks of every size and description were pointed down at her naked, bound body.
Already, almost every inch of her skin was sprinkled with female piss and now the males were about to flood her with their hot streams:
Long ones, short ones, thick, slender, hairy and bald; her eyes landed on one boy who appeared to hold an oversized salami in one hand. Sharon's mind revolted at what she was seeing. No boy's cock-or even a man's-could be that terribly big! But before she had time to look closely to confirm it, thirteen hot streams of scalding piss burst from the boys' pricks. From all directions, piss poured down onto her body as she writhed in the confines of the pit.
Several streams pounded her tits, a couple of them strumming at her erect nipples on the crowns of her tit mounds. Other streams hissed down at her cunt, bathing it with hot, stinging piss. But worst of all were the three streams aimed directly at her face. One of them cascaded against her nose. Another one swept hotly from one eye to the other, scalding drops of piss leaking in to sting them into gushing tears. The third stream battered constantly at her lips as if trying to break through to her throat. Sharon' S lips were rigidly closed, trying to keep the piss from her mouth. Then the stream on her nose found her nostrils, washing into the twin breath holes. The tortured teacher choked and finally gasped, trying to get air to her lungs. Her mouth flew open and the piss streamed in, gagging her when her mouth was full. Her throat gulped, taking it down in wet, piss-filled swallows.
Sharon tried to scream but only choked as her mind and body threatened to explode. For unending seconds she drank piss from her students' pricks and was caught up in panic with the delirious thought that the piss bath might never end.