Chapter 6
"George is our best mathematician," Abner casually explained to the distraught teacher who was locked into the old wooden stocks on her hands and knees. "He has a trick you probably haven't seen. He recites the multiplication tables while juggling three large red balls. He figures any teacher that plans on teaching him anything at all ought to at least be able to do two things at a time."
Sharon groaned. The hole in the braces pressed around her waist. At first she hadn't recognized the bondage device, since it was built differently than the drawings she had seen in books on the witchcraft trials. Instead of holes for the hands and the feet, a semicircle had been cut in the two pieces of the stocks. Fitted together, they formed a hole to trap the waist of the victim inside. The top of her body stuck out on one side while her ass jutted out from the other. The stocks were high enough to keep her on her hands and knees while the students ringed around her.
Earlier, the teacher had been pulled from the pit smelling of stinking piss. Each of the eager young torturers had laughed loudly, shying away while they held their noses. Sharon had been appalled at how filthy she was, splattered by the piss from their cunts and cocks. Not until they placed her against a wall and washed her down with stinging cold water from a hose, did she feel even halfway clean.
She had been given a bowl of cold mush, which she had wolfed down. She was starving and would have accepted anything to get the taste of piss out of her mouth and throat. She had asked for a drink but they wouldn't provide it so she went without. Then they had led her to the side of the dungeon to the old set of stocks in which she was locked.
Abner continued to talk. Sharon's mind had shut him out. Forcing herself to concentrate, she finally made sense of his words.
"George didn't want to be unreasonable and expect you to juggle eggs or knives. That would be unfair-something George isn't-so he thought up something you are qualified to do. While you recite the multiplication tables ten times, you get to suck the cum out of George's cock."
Sharon looked up in shock. She didn't believe what she had heard. Did the evil man really expect her to willingly suck the prick of one of her students while all of the rest of them watched? And what was this nonsense about reciting the multiplication tables when she had her mouth stuffed full of cock? It was the craziest thing she had ever heard of, and before she would do it, she would sit in these stocks and rot!
"Are you ready?" the principal asked.
"No!" she shouted.
"That's a shame," Abner mocked in a voice that was filled with false pity. He turned to the boy who stood beside him. "George, you get ready while I get the rest of your torture set up."
The rest of it? Sharon's mind was in a whirl. But one thing she was sure of was that they wouldn't force her to suck cum from the boy's cock. He wasn't even one of the older boys although he was far from the youngest. The previous day, one of the bigger boys had fucked his cock into her mouth when she was tied up in the bus but that was completely different. Now she had some control of the situation and she wasn't about to suck the boy's cock.
George dragged a straight-backed chair up next to Sharon's head then began to strip off his jeans. Naked from the waist down, he still wasn't satisfied and pulled off the rest of his clothes. He stood bare ass in front of the young teacher, giving her a good chance to look.
He was a tow-headed youth with a cowlick at the back of his head. His angular face showed the excitement of youth, and his body was long and firm. Between his legs, tight balls hugged firmly in their sac below a cock that arched out half-hard.
A faint swirl of blond cock hair speckled his balls and crawled up his stomach above his prick. The cock itself was long and thin, not swollen like a man's. Foreskin clung tightly to the cockhead since the boy had never been circumcised. As he stared down at the hot lips of his teacher, his prick began to stiffen and grow hard.
"No!" Sharon insisted again as the chair was pushed up to her face.
The boy plopped his naked ass down into the seat, and the head of his cock slapped the teacher's nose. Her mouth clenched down tightly, unwilling to accept his cock. To hell with the multiplication tables and sucking out cum, Sharon decided-she would just have to be firm!
Rough hands grappled around her naked ass. Something rattled to her right and Sharon glanced over at the high framework that rose from one side of the stocks. A small pulley was now lowering some long rubber tubing that ran up to a tank on the wall. It was headed in the direction of her unprotected ass and she wondered whether the principal would use it as a whip.
Something prodded her shithole. She groaned as something hard and narrow rammed into her ass. It wasn't large enough to hurt and it felt as if a pencil had poked up her shitter. Whatever it was, it was too thin to discomfort her much, and she resolved again to keep the boy's prick from her mouth.
Suddenly, a wet warmness began washing through her rectum. Sharon cried out at the unnatural sensation.
"What's happening?" she squealed as the narrow spike rammed farther up her asshole and the warmth continued to spread.
"It's an enema, bitch!" Abner snarled from where he was feeding the long nozzle into her shithole. "We're going to clean out your filthy, shitty ass!" "No! Don't!" Sharon screamed. She hadn't had an enema since she was a young child, but the memory of the gripping pain of the cramps was still a nightmare to her.
"I'll take it out of your asshole when you're through with the multiplication tables and you've sucked the cum from the boy's balls. If you don't hurry, there'll be so much water in your guts that it'll cause your intestines to explode!"
"One times one is one! One times two is two!"
"Ten times, bitch!"
"One times eight is eight!" Sharon continued. "Suck cock, cunthole! I don't stop until the cum is sucked from his balls!"
"Tooph tum threeph us siss!" Sharon mumbled as she forced her face down on the boy's narrow, cock. His prick wasn't thick but it was quite long and his cockhead bumped against the opening to her throat.
The first of the cramps gripped her as the warm water continued to pour into her shithole. She wiggled her ass, twisting her abdomen trying to give it more room. Again and again her mouth plunged down onto the boy's prick as she continued to mumble numbers.
"Sephen tum siss us fofy-tooph!"
"Louder! Louder!" the students around her screamed as they got involved in the torture. "Faster! Faster!" George bellowed as the teacher fucked her mouth down onto his cock.
Sharon tried and became frustrated. The faster she sucked cock, the softer and more muffled were her words. If she slowed enough to make the words plainer, George rammed his prick clear to her tonsils. For long minutes the teacher tried to do both to keep the kids from screaming. And all the time, warm water was pouring into her asshole causing her guts to twist and cramp.
"Aaaargh!" Sharon gargled as a severe cramp rocked through her guts.
Her abdomen had swelled, making her tummy bulge as the water filled up her guts. How many times had she recited the multiplication tables, she wondered frantically, six, maybe seven? Whatever, she never expected to make it to the end of ten before her guts burst from the pressure. And the prick in her mouth was hard as a rock, but showed no signs of starting to cum. Her mind was almost in shock from the pain of he? Body, but she fought desperately on.
Her face slammed into the boy's groin. His hard, narrow prick rode along her tongue arid hammered cockhead into the back of her mouth.
Something in her guts seemed to give way and the warmth spread clear up toward her stomach. For a few seconds the pain was relieved and she hurried through more of the recitation. She also used the time to suck hard on the boy's prick, hoping to make him cum. But before long, the new space filled up and her gripping agony returned. Her whole lower body was now bulging terribly as the water continued to run.
It must be ten. It had to be ten! She would never make it unless it was the tenth time through!
Sharon shrieked around the cock in her mouth. Something in tier guts felt as if it had been torn loose. Still the water poured into her shithole, flooding her whole intestines.
"Cum!" she screamed at the boy in her mind.
A cramp made her whole body shake.
Desperately, her mouth clutched at the boy's prick, trying to tease jism from its end. No matter how hard she sucked it, the cock shaft still stood up tall without the hint of starting to cum. As the last of the multiplication tables mumbled from her mouth, the tortured young teacher was driven to panic.
She almost screamed around the prick and drove her face furiously down onto the boy's spearing cock.
His small cockhead on the long, slender shaft rammed against the opening to her throat. The narrow tube of her gullet spread and engulfed the end of his prick. She pushed harder, jamming her nose clear into his sparse cock hair as the bulging end of his prick shaft traveled down her gripping throat.
Agony ripped her guts as a series of cramps knotted her intestines. Sharon gulped on his spearing cock shaft as if she were trying to suck it clear to her stomach. Beneath her face, the boy's hips thrust upward as he howled an animal-like scream.
"It's in her fucking throat!" the boy shouted, overcome with lust. "Her goddamn throat is making my cock cum!"
Suddenly, wetness was pouring into both ends of her body-water into her asshole and cum into her throat. The young teacher sucked his cockhead as if his squirting cum was the best thing in the world. It splashed, bypassing her mouth, and landing halfway to her stomach as the spurting cockhead was buried as far as it would reach.
Around the cock-sucking teacher, the students yelled and cheered. They could see the pulse of George's prick as it filled Sharon's stomach with cum. She had mumbled her way through the multiplication tables with her mouth sucking cock and her asshole sucking water.
Then the enema nozzle was yanked from her ass, and the braces of the stocks were thrown open so their teacher could tumble out. She rolled in pain on the floor, and Abner pointed out the door to the bathroom in the wall across the dungeon. Each of the students howled at the hilarious sight of the naked teacher stumbling desperately toward the toilet before her ass could explode and blow out the shitty water.
Some of the kids groaned with exaggerated disappointment, when she plopped her ass on the commode at the same time her shithole let go. Still the wet roar set them all giggling as they watched relief and anguish contort her face.
"Please leave me alone," Sharon moaned. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Why, teacher," the boy named Carl smiled at her, "we wouldn't dream of doing anything you wouldn't want. In fact, I was just telling my fellow students here that the experiment I designed let's you decide just what you're going to do."
Sharon glanced around. A host of angelic expressions greeted her. But the illusion wasn't helped by the fact that a couple of the older girls were as naked as jaybirds and a couple of the boys had their cocks out of their pants. The scene was like some crazy, demented school photo that looked natural except for the things that were so grossly wrong. Carl continued to ramble on. He tossed a canvas mat down onto the stone floor. "See, I'm even putting down some padding so the floor won't be so hard."
When the padding was in place, Sharon was forced down onto her naked ass. Her feet were pulled out in front of her and. lifted to a platform built more than a foot off the floor. There, her ankles were locked into clamps that kept her from shifting her legs. Rising between her calves was a two-by-four post more than four feet high with two short chains bolted in the top. The chains ended in wrist clamps, although they were far above Sharon's head.
She pondered the crazy arrangement for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. Then two of the boys lifted her up by the arms while another clamped her hands to the chains. When they released her, her bare ass sagged down to within a couple of inches from the floor. The chains held her body bent toward the post, and the platform propped her feet in the air. Her ass dangled above the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked frantically. "I can't touch the mat."
"Didn't I tell you?" Carl answered. "The padding was for me. But I'm going to give you something to sit on, Teacher-something that's harder than that floor."
He began to strip off his clothes. Sharon moaned and hung in the chains. When she thought he was naked, she glanced over and was surprised at what he wore. He had on some type of tight underwear with a hole cut out for his cock. The stiff fuck rod of his prick jabbed straight up from his balls and throbbed there in the air.
Eight inches of hard fuck muscle stood rigid, and crowned by a swollen cockhead. But the thing that caught her eyes the most was what was stuck to the shorts around and above where his prick stuck through. Sharp, jagged shavings of metal were attached to the cloth all aiming out from his crotch.
"Lift her up," Carl growled, and scooted under the naked ass of his teacher.
Sharon used the opportunity to wrap the chains around her hands through her palms so she could maintain a firm grip. Slowly, they lowered her and she could hear Carl rustling under her on the mat. When something hot and hard bumped squarely against her asshole, Sharon lifted herself on the chains.
"That's what you've got to sit on when your arms get tired, bitch!" Carl laughed sadistically. "It's my stiff, corn-holing prick. It's aimed right at your tight little asshole and your weight will shove it into your guts."
"No," Sharon groaned and pulled even more fiercely with her arms. Abner's thumb had hurt her shithole when it had reamed her out, and she wanted nothing to do with a cock in her ass. Carl's prick was so big it had hurt her cunt when he had fucked her, and she didn't even want to think about what it would do to her asshole. Better to keep herself pulled up on the chains than to suffer the pain and humiliation of his corn-holing prick.
But her arms trembled. The past two days had taken their toll. With the post between her calves she couldn't get enough leverage to pull herself directly up. Her arms were far enough out in front of her body to lose most of their strengths. And her weight was settling down on her asshole, driving the wrinkled mouth right at the cockhead of his threatening prick.
"Please don't do it!" she cried as her shithole bumped into the head of his cock again. The pressure grew there as she fought-for a renewed grasp on the chains.
"I'm not doing a damn thing!" The boy laughed loudly. "I'm just lying her. If you don't want my prick corn-holing our ass, just keep yourself up in the air. Even if you do stuff your shithole full of my cock, I'm just going to lay here real still. If you want a proper ass fucking, you are going to have to provide the motion yourself."
Sharon groaned as the pressure grew on her ass ring. Suddenly, she could feel her muscles begin to give, and she jerked herself up on the chains. The cock pressure disappeared, but the agony in her arms returned, and she knew she couldn't hang there long.
Again she settled down. Once more the cock-head pushed rudely at her asshole. Sharon's own weight was trying to shove his fuck weapon into her guts, and the young teacher cried out in frustration. Then half the cockhead crammed through her ass ring and a splitting pain rifled through her shithole. Screaming, the desperate woman hauled herself back up with her nearly exhausted arms.
It wasn't going to work. There was no way she could hold herself off his cock. Perhaps if she released just enough weight with her hands she could sit there on the top of his cock.
She tried. The pressure on her asshole grew. Her arms ached. In one split second, the entire swollen cockhead popped into her ass.
"Aaeeiii!" Sharon screamed, feeling as if she had been split in two. From somewhere her arms found the strength to yank herself off the spearing prick. But all too soon, she felt herself settle back down.
Within seconds, Carl's prick head had burrowed back into her asshole. She screamed frantically, but couldn't find the strength to pull her shithole free. "It's too big!" she cried. "It's killing me! It's splitting me in two"
"Then pull yourself off of it, bitch!" the boy hissed, remaining motionless as he had promised.
But her strength was too far-gone. Slowly she settled down on the long, thick shaft, cramming more corn-holing prick into her ass. For a few seconds, her shithole lodged halfway down his cock but her weight finally forced it on. As more and more of the ass-fucking cock rammed up her guts, the faster her ass ring adjusted.
By the time her ass had swallowed most of the cock's length, some of the splitting pain had washed away. She still felt stuffed full of throbbing prick, but it was better than the agony in her arms. If she could only settles down then remain very still, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad.
"Aaaargh!" she choked as her ass cheeks rode into the jagged, shaved metal on the front of his shorts'.
A million sharp knives were hacking at her ass flesh and she had to fight herself free. She lunged upward on the chains as far as she could, but her arms lacked the ability to pull her asshole completely off the prick. Only the cock-head was still speared in her shitter before her strength gave way again. Slowly, the thick fuck muscle ran back into her asshole as her weight carried her down. "Aaeeiii!" she screamed when the shaved metal carved at her ass cheeks again. Once more she jerked herself up his corn-holing cock, leaving the bulging cockhead lodged in her ass. Inevitably her weight bore her down again until her ass cheeks were sliced once more.
The crowd of kids cheered. Their teacher was corn-holing her ass on Carl's cock, bucking frantically up and down like she couldn't get enough of the hard reaming of her shithole. The pain was so desperately agonizing that she could never be still, so she corn-holed her shitter instead.
Her tight little ass mouth was sucking on Carl's prick as it swallowed cock meat again and again. Never before had the kids seen such furious fucking, particularly of a brown, wrinkled little asshole. Their hands went to their pricks and their fingers into their cunts, and cum flew through the air before Carl had blasted spunk up the teacher's puckered ass.
One girl leaned over and sucked on a cock, while another boy rammed a cock up her cunt. The kids were letting their lusts bubble over but the young teacher hardly knew. She was still fucking her asshole up and down around the spearing prick, even though hot cum was splashing in her guts. It wasn't until Carl rolled to the side, taking the bitter, biting metal shavings with him that Sharon's ass could be still.