Chapter 9
There was no rest for the young teacher after the seven boys blasted their cum into and over her body. As the first ones had rolled to the side with their cocks losing some of their rigidness from having blasted their balls, others of the boys fell onto Sharon's body and began fucking her anew.
Hands grabbed her feet and twisted her over onto her back, then a thick slab of fuck meat was screwed into her cunt. A pencil-thin cock was slid between her lips to pump there along her tongue. One young boy bit her viciously on the tits as her pussy and mouth was fucked. And, as soon as the new teacher-fuckers were through, more of them fell into place.
For more than two hours, more student pricks hammered into one fuck hole or the other. By the time they were through, all of the boys had had at least one turn, and some of them had gone a second time around. When all of their cocks seemed satisfied, Abner flipped her back over onto her tits. He crammed his hard cock through her shithole, then pounded hard, almost corn-holing her to death.
But just because all the pricks in the room were temporarily satisfied didn't mean that the of the teacher was through. Abner cleared that up in a hurry, as Sharon lay cum splattered on the canvas and breathing hard.
"Now that you've made it up to the boys, it's time for your day to begin," he said in a voice that was flatly matter-of-fact.
"I can't do any more," Sharon groaned, collapsing heavily on the mat.
''Oh, I think you can,'' the evil principal taunted. "You just need the right motivation."
She was lifted by four of the boys and carried down the length of the enormous room. She was dropped onto the stone floor where a metal railing like a railroad track had been laid. She lifted her weary head and could see that the railing transcribed a twenty-foot circle in the floor.
A skinny boy stepped up beside the principal. His long cock still hung down in front of his naked balls. Sharon recognized him as one of the boys that had first screwed his cock against her tits. Dry flakes of his own dried cum clung to the shaft of his boyish prick.
Abner introduced him to the battered teacher. "This is Aaron, our railroad expert in the class. You seemed to like hairless cunt so much last night that what he has for you seem particularly appropriates. Aaron's experiment is going to give you a chance to get a bald pussy of your own."
What did he mean? Sharon wearily looked around. The boy had left Abner's side to bring something from the closet inset in the wall. Sharon half expected some kind of scissors or a razor if it could take off the hair of her cunt. Instead, the boy carried a large, box device back across the room dragging something on a cord behind. When he set the box down on the rail a few feet in front of her, Sharon could see that it was some kind of a car.
On the bottom, a metal device fitted over the railing and four wheels at the corners propped it up from the floor. Aaron opened the side and Sharon could see a large motor that would drive it around the circle. The box was extra sturdy and looked powerful for such a device. The cord from its back was several feet long and ended in a pad that looked suspiciously like a bicycle seat. Looking at it more carefully, however, Sharon could see that it curved almost like the filled crotch of a pair of jeans.
"No," Sharon moaned as she was forced over onto her stomach with her ass pointed back toward the car-like device.
Someone grabbed her around her hips and pulled her ass into the air. A foot kicked her thighs apart and hands pressed the pad to her cunt. It wrapped from just below her navel through her legs to cover up her asshole with its edge. It fitted over her entire pussy patch of cunt hair and clung to it like super glue. The material of the padding was like that of the slow whip that had tormented her, and Sharon knew she was completely stuck.
Behind her, the motor of the small car whined. The cord was pulled tight between the back of the device and her cunt immediately the pad was ripped painfully from her skin, but clung tightly to her pussy hair.
"Ouch!" the young teacher screamed and came immediately to her hands and knees.
The car had started to pull away around the track and Sharon crawled backward after it to keep it from pulling painfully at her cunt hair. The car wasn't fast but it was persistent, with enough power to tug her along. Her hands and knees were quickly bruised against the stone floor as she crawled in reverse, led by the pad on her cunt.
"Get this thing off me!" she yelled as she completed the first circle. "It's tearing at my pussy hair!"
"Just like Aaron designed!" the principal bellowed with glee. "Now we get to see just how much you want to keep that fur on your cunt!"
Sharon couldn't believe it. She was naked and crawling backward in front of all the kids. Her cunt hair was locked tight to the retreating pad. Already she had lost a few strands around the edges when she had stumbled once with her hands. The skin of her pussy mound where the hair had been, was stinging with pain. Angry red skin showed where the hair had been ripped out and the rest of her cunt muff was pulled tight.
"I can't do it!" she screamed as she clumsily backed up. "It's killing my hands and knees!"
"Then lay down, bitch!" Abner roared at her. "It won't take but a second to snatch that pussy clean!"
The heel of her hand landed hard on a deep bruise, and Sharon's arm collapsed from the pain. Her chin slammed brutally against the stone floor and her tits crushed down on the stone. Immediately, she was being dragged along with the floor scraping the nipples of her chest. Her scream began as one of pain, then heightened to one of horror. Between her legs, every pussy hair she owned had pulled tight and was tugging violently at her skin.
The hair and the material of the pad were twice as strong as the grip of her pores. A patch of pussy muff on the right side of her cunt slit tore loose then every one of the strands began to let go.
"Aaeeiii!" the young teacher screamed as her pussy hair was ripped free.
In one moment her whole cunt mound had been torn completely bald. Her body lurched as it was set free of the pull of the device. She rolled to her back, and her hands flew to her pussy and searched it, but there wasn't a strand of hair to be found. Instead, the whole cunt area was a brilliant red from small specks of blood where the pores had been destroyed. As her panicked eyes watched, the pad bounced along on the floor, retreating with every hair from her cunt.
Sharon's pussy was also the point of torture for the next student's experiment, this time one of the younger girls whose tender years had been spent on a ranch in one of the drier local valleys. Her experience with animals had grown into a fascination that even stretched to the bugs that crawled on the ground. With a little help from one of the older boys in class she had designed a clear plastic device that fitted around Sharon's lower body.
It came up to within two inches of her navel and her ass was trapped inside. The walls of the device surrounded her lower trunk but remained an inch off her skin. The edges curved in, fitting tightly with rubber padding against the young teacher's flesh. It felt as though her ass and cunt were trapped in a fishbowl into which all of the students could see. There was also a small tube that fitted into the mouth of her cunthole. It spread her pussy ring open and she could feel fresh air clear into her cunt.
"Cindy has brought along a few of her friends to entertain you," Abner explained. "Although I can't say much for their manners. No matter what she tells them they won't wear shoes and they take bites out of everything they can find."
All of the students found that hilarious as the young girl approached their teacher. Sharon was standing in the middle of the dungeon with her arms suspended upward by chains from the ceiling. The hard plastic device locked her legs in place so she couldn't even kick with her feet. The student reached into a sack and brought out a small metal box. She thumbed the top aside and tilted it down to Sharon's abdomen, where she flicked a small door open in the top of the plastic. Thumping the box on one corner, she poured more than a hundred scurrying ants into the device in which the teacher's ass and cunt were trapped.
"No!" Sharon squealed as the ants began to run about.
Quickly, some of the insects found the plastic bridge of the outside of the tube that ran into Sharon's cunthole while others used the rubber padding at the edges as pathways to the teacher's skin. Within seconds, the ants were swarming around her ass and pussy mound, some of them even finding their way into her cunt gash next to the plastic tubing: All of them seemed confused and excited by their new environment and not a single one of them was still.
"Stop them!" Sharon screamed. "Take this thing off me and get those ants away!"
The skin of her bald pussy mound was still stinging from where her cunt hair had been pulled out, and the scurry of the ants made matters ten times worse. Everywhere the ants went, they scratched at her flesh with their barbed feet. Many of them climbed over the small dots of ripped pores, digging into the specks of torn flesh. Several of them also crawled up her ass crease and tickled across her puckered asshole.
Sharon had never liked bugs in the least little bit and was always panicked to find one on her skin. Now more than a hundred of them was loose on her body, paying particular attention to her asshole and cunt slit. They tread through the thin sheen of moisture inside her cunt lips and nipped at her tender flesh.
"They're biting me!" the teacher shrieked, lifting all of her weight with her hands.
Her bare toes came free of the floor but it did nothing to disturb the ants. They continued to run about and bite at her cunt, and some of them even nipped at the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. The only blessing was the plastic tube that was plugging her cunthole, keeping the ants from getting inside.
"I can't stand it!" Sharon blubbered, quickly losing control.
Abner laughed and turned to the young girl. "Time for part two, Cindy," he said. "Your teacher doesn't understand yet how bad it can get."
The girl giggled and reached back into her sack. She drew out a piece of tubing that had a glass bulge in the middle. Seals covered both ends of the tubing as another hundred ants tumbled around in the center. As two of the boys held Sharon's legs to keep her still, Cindy popped the seals. She leaned down right at her teacher's pussy and slid one end of the glass pipe into the tubing that spread open the mouth of Sharon's cunt. The other end she placed to her own lips and blew as hard as she could.
The glass was too slick for the ants to hold on and all one hundred of them were blown into the teacher's cunt by the sharp blast of air quickly, Cindy pulled the device free and stepped back so all of the kids could watch. Sharon's eyes bulged when she felt the ants tumbling into her pussy hole and being swept clear to the closed end of her pit. Within seconds, the new ants were scurrying about the walls of the inside of her cunthole searching for a way to get out. Beads of moisture from Sharon's pussy juices slowed them down, infuriating the little bugs. They began snapping together like little mandibles, trapping pussy flesh in their bites.
"Shiiiit!" the teacher howled.
It was a nightmare come true. The horror of the pussy-biting bugs was bitterly real. Again she tried to climb the chains as if she could get away, and actually got six inches off the floor before her arms gave out.
Around her, the students were exploding with laughter as they watched their teacher's panic and pain. The woman's thrashing and delirious screaming was actually turning them on. More than a few cocks in the young crowd had lengthened and stiffened, and many of the cocks were deliciously wet. All of the children were learning the true delights of giving torture, taught by the hulking, leather-clad man.
"Part three!" Abner hissed to the young girl at his side, and she nodded to two of the boys.
As she dipped her hand back into the 'sack, the boys unsnapped tile device from Sharon's groin. Her arms were the next things to be set free and her hands swept down to brush away the ants swarming over her ass and pussy mound. She slapped at them, crushing them against her skin, but howled in frustration when there was nothing she could do about the ones that were crawling madly inside her cunthole.
Sharon glanced over. Cindy was holding an oversized dildo in one hand. The huge, phony fucker was as black as sin and shaped like a brutal cock. It was almost a foot long and several inches thick, but the crazed teacher didn't care. She snatched the dildo from the young girl's hands and crashed to her ass on the floor. She lifted her bald cunt up by pushing on her feet as her shoulders drove against the mat. Like a spear, she thrust the massive false cock at her cunthole, shoving three inches of it inside.
She screamed again, then growled like a trapped animal and shoved the huge rubber cock on into her pussy. Ants were crushed against the walls of her cunthole as the tremendous shaft drove to the end. Then Sharon pumped it into her tortured cunt trying to kill the rest of the ants. Brutally she fucked herself over and over until the insects were nothing but mush.
Sharon was spread-eagled on the floor. She was locked into the four widely spaced clamps as she had been before. But this time all the slack had been taken out of the adjustment and her muscles and flesh were stretched tight. Her arms and legs formed four right angles and she couldn't move at all.
She knew the boy. She had seen him in class and Abner had introduced him to her before. He was Wendall, the electronics expert of, the classroom, who had fixed up the lights in the dungeon. Now he had his teacher at his mercy.
Three electrical leads came out of a control box and ended in small alligator clamps. Wendall bent over his teacher's naked, body with two of them in his hands. He leaned over, reaching for her tits, and clipped two of the toothed attachments to her swollen nipples. The little metal teeth bit sharply into the nub of her tit mound, sending darts of pain into her cunt. Soon, however, the nipples numbed a bit and most of the piercing agony died. Then the boy moved down her body, holding the third wire in his right hand. His left fingers reached down and spread the top of her bald cunt slit, worming out the head of her clit in the process.
The alligator clip opened its mouth in his fingers. It dipped into her pussy gash. When her cut was encircled, his fingers set it free. Sharp, tiny teeth closed down on her tingling bud of sex nerves and made the poor teacher shriek. It took almost a minute for the clit to grow numb enough to make the pain even halfway bearable. But that was just a preliminary for the torture she'd endure even though she thought the metal bite was more than she could stand.
"Nerves work with electricity, a lot like wires," the boy explained in an elementary way. "At least they can be fired to carry their own sensation by applying a little bit of power."
"Don't do that!" Sharon gasped as the boy backed toward the control box on the floor. "Don't shock my tits and cunt!"
"It's all right," Wendall answered' pushing his eyeglasses up on his nose. They were the only things he wore on his naked body. "I tried it out on Miss Snyder but I've fixed it since then. I promise I won't burn up any pussy meat."
He couldn't have frightened Sharon more if he had taken a knife to her throat. At last she knew what had happened to the mysterious Miss Snyder, and she was about to get a dose of the same. Electricity was right up there with bugs among the horrors to the young teacher's mind; and both her cunt and her tits were wired up. The boy had virtually admitted that he had fried his previous teacher's pussy and now Sharon was the one at the end of the wires.
"Oh, nooooool" Sharon howled as the boy slightly turned the knob on the top of the box.
Her cut and her nipples immediately began to tickle as electricity began to pulse into her flesh. It came in short little bursts broken by equal pauses. The relief didn't give her body time to recover but it caused the current to pulse like drops of water from a faucet.
It wasn't painful yet, but it was scary. Even its light touch was enough to terrify the teacher and she sobbed loudly in frustration. She couldn't move at all, so there was nothing she could do but lie there and be shocked.
Wendall's fingers toyed with the knob again. The current hiked to twice its previous level. Still it was nothing more than an excited tingle and made her clit and nipples go hard. But now Sharon could actually feel the nip of the electricity as it flowed in short, regular spurts.
"Help meeee!" the teacher shrieked as sweat broke out on her brow.
She could see the knob Wendall was twisting and it hadn't even turned a quarter of the way around. His fingers were again on the move and the current jumped in strength. Sharon wailed at the edge of panic as her body was shocked.
The kids looked on, once again enthralled at the sight of their teacher's body captured by pain. All of them knew from the experiment with Miss Snyder that the knob was a long way from inflicting damage. But panic and fear blended with the right stimulation could cause a person to lose control. Their new teacher was on the brink of being driven senseless and it was fascinating to watch.
Wendall was quickly correcting the level of the power. The teacher's body had tasted the current so it was now a matter of bringing it up to its proper strength. He twisted his wrist to the final setting on the knob, then stepped back with the others to watch.
Sharon's eyes flew open, stretching wide until they hurt. Her tits were leaping about on her chest, made to dance by the electricity pouring through her nipples. Her legs had gone completely stiff in reaction to the current in her clit. Her entire body now felt the effects of the power, as every nerve seemed to jump. She tried to scream, but the electricity stole her breath and left her with nothing more than an agonizing squeal.
Her cunthole flooded with pussy juices. All of her sex nerves were on fire, caused by the current. Her clit swelled up to almost twice its size and sent bolts of sexual pleasure through her cunt. On her chest, her nipples jutted out severely, also charging up every sexual nerve. Quickly, her body was pushed up onto the crest of a wave of a tremendous cum that threatened never to break and crash.
Along with the pleasure was pain. All of her sensors were also alive. The sensations flowed, blending together until she could no longer tell them apart. Pleasure became pain, and pain pleasure, as her body was turned inside out. Her mind was on fire from all of the stimulation that her body was firing at once.
"Aaeeiii!" she screamed, breaking the current's lock on her chest.
Her massive cum poured through her cunt. The tortured teacher didn't even know when it ended, since she'd already blacked completely out.