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Subject: {ASSM} School Girl (MMF/f NC, toys, anal, bondage)
Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 08:10:05 -0500
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This is purely a work of fiction from my imagination.  Don't read if you 
find sex stories to be offensive.  Don't read if you are underaged.  
Certainly don't read if you are uptight.

I retain copyright.  You can't make money from this unless I get to.
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Tara looks at the crucifix on the wall, and prays to God, asking him to take 
away the burning between her legs.  She gets down on her knees, folds her 
hands and asks for the urge to leave her.  She knows she shouldn't feel this 
way.  She knows she shouldn't want to touch herself, to let other people 
touch her.
As she kneels before God, she is overcome by the urge.  "God forgive me," 
she whispers, as she slides her hand up her plaid skirt and down her white 
panties.
She begins rubbing that secret spot, the one that makes her feel so very, 
very good.  Her finger works efficiently, manipulating her clit back and 
forth, back and forth, up and down.  Her lust overcomes her upbringing, as 
she half-closes her eyes and begins to sway back and forth to her own 
rhythm.  "Ah, that feels so very good," she thinks.
Tara tells herself that this will be the last time.  She promises God that 
she won't do it anymore, as she starts to quietly moan.  She feels the 
wetness developing in her slit.  She reaches her finger down and covers it 
in the slippery juice, then slides her finger up and down the surface of her 
spot.
Her small breasts heave under her white blouse, her nipples getting harder 
with her growing desire.
Suddenly, her dorm room door bursts open.  Tara rips her hand out of her 
panties, but she knows it's too late.   The assistants to the headmistress 
know what she's been doing.
"Ms. Johnston wants to see you, Tara," Jon sneers.  He is tall, with dark 
hair and dangerously dark eyes.  Most of the girls at the school have a 
crush on him.  They are attracted to his cruelty.  But Tara has always had a 
crush on the other assistant, Joe.  He has light hair and green eyes with a 
thin build.  He has always seemed kind to Tara.  But right now, he is 
leering at her, and she sees something else in his expression.  It looks 
like sexual aggression.
The two men grab Tara by her arms and haul her off her knees.  They march 
her down the hall to Ms. Johnston's office.  Tara knows she is in big, big 
trouble now.
Jon raps efficiently on the door, and the headmistress orders them to come 
inside.
Tara has never been inside of this office.  Ms. Johnston has many offices, 
but this one is only used for the very naughty girls.  Tara has tried so 
very hard to be a good girl.  She says her prayers and does her studies and 
tries not to think dirty thoughts.  But now, she knows she must be in very 
big trouble, because the assistants have brought her here.
Ms. Johnston stands up from her desk and slowly runs her disapproving eyes 
up and down Tara.  She then walks around Tara, still being held by the two 
men, and locks the office door with an efficient "click."
Tara is scared as she glances around the room.  Ms. Johnston is meticulous.  
Everything is in place, her files neatly arranged on her desk, her supplies 
carefully situated.  Then Tara sees the monitor.  Her panic starts to build 
even higher as she realizes Ms. Johnston was watching Tara play with 
herself!  "There must be a hidden camera in my room!" her mind screams.
Ms. Johnston circles like a predator, coming back around to face Tara.  Tara 
thinks Ms. Johnston is quite pretty, actually, even if she looks very 
severe.  Tara figures Ms. Johnston is about 35 years old, with voluptuous 
curves and shapely legs, and long, brunette hair that she always sweeps back 
into a bun.  She's wearing a knee-length black skirt and a proper white 
blouse.  The only thing that seems improper about her dress is the very high 
heels she's wearing, made of patent black leather.
Ms. Johnston moves in close to Tara, just inches from her face. "I know what 
you've been doing.  I've been watching you," Ms. Johnston says in a quiet, 
authoritative voice.
She reaches out and caresses Tara's cheek, running her fingers down to her 
lips.  Stroking Tara's lips, Ms. Johnston says, "You are a very, very bad 
girl.  Very bad."
There's no way Tara can run.  The men are digging their fingers into her 
arms, holding her securely.
Ms. Johnston slides her fingers to the back of Tara's head, and then quite 
suddenly, grabs a handful of her long blond hair.  She pulls Tara's head 
back, causing her to gasp.  Then Ms. Johnston does something quite 
unexpected.  She kisses Tara's neck.
"It's clear you need to be taught a lesson," Ms. Johnston whispers.  "It's 
clear you require the most severe punishment.  And there's nothing I like 
better than to keep my girls disciplined."
With that, Ms. Johnston turns on her heel and goes to a door in her office.  
She opens it, and the men force Tara through.
Tara's eyes grow wide with fear as she looks around this new room. There is 
a table in the middle of the room that's the size and height of a single 
bed.  There are various metal hoops on one wall, and there's a table with 
all sorts of different devices on it.  Many of them look like things that 
could be poked inside of her.  And hanging down from the ceiling, there is a 
bar, about two feet long, with metal hoops on it.  There is also a 
footstool-like piece of furniture, with padding on it.  Three of the walls 
are covered by mirrors.
The men haul Tara to the middle of the room, then step back behind her, 
leaving her standing to face Mrs. Johnston.
"Now, young lady, it's time for your discipline to begin," she says.
Mrs. Johnston moves in close to Tara and grabs her shoulders.  Mrs. Johnston 
forces her heeled foot in between Tara's feet and pushes them slightly 
apart.
"You will now take your panties off.  As you take them off, you will keep 
your knees straight," Mrs. Johnston says.
Tara is horrified by the command, because she knows that will leave her bare 
ass naked and extremely vulnerable under her very short plaid skirt.  Tara's 
face burns red with embarrassment, but she knows she must comply.
She reaches up under her skirt, and keeping her knees straight, bends over, 
lowering her panties to her ankles.  Before she knows it, Mrs. Johnston is 
behind her.
"Keep still.  Don't move a muscle," she commands.
Mrs. Johnston lifts up Tara's skirt, fully exposing her naked butt to the 
assistants.
Tara desperately wants to wiggle away, but she keeps deathly still, afraid 
of the repercussions if she disobeys.
Mrs. Johnston runs her hands all over Tara's buttocks, then spreads them 
open.  Tara feels extremely naked and vulnerable, but things are about to 
get much worse.  She senses the approach of the two men, and feels a finger 
push inside of her wet cunt.
Tara moans at the assault, but it feels extraordinarily good to her.  
Despite herself, she pushes back against the probing finger.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Mrs. Johnston whispers.  "Of course you do.  
I think you need more."
Another finger pushes inside, and now one of the men, she doesn't know which 
one, has two of his fingers inside of her most private place.
"Gentlemen, I think we have a lot of work to do here," Mrs. Johnston says.  
"We had better get started."
"Take your panties off now and stand up."  Tara does as she's told, sliding 
her panties over her white socks and Mary Jane shoes, and stands up 
straight, her face flushed with excitement and shame.
Mrs. Johnston unbuttons the top three buttons on Tara's blouse then reaches 
under her shirt to unhook her bra.  Mrs. Johnston checks for the hook in the 
back, but then realizes that the bra hooks in the front.
"Oh, you are very bad, aren't you?  Only very bad girls wear bras that 
unhook in the front," she says, as she slides her hands around to the 
offending hook.  "You do that so your little girlfriends and boyfriends can 
take it off easily, don't you?"
Mrs. Johnston unhooks the bra, then slides her hands across Tara's breasts.  
Suddenly, she pinches Tara's nipples, cruelly twisting them and making Tara 
gasp.
"Repeat after me, young lady," Mrs. Johnston says, as the men move in to 
grab Tara's arms and keep her from collapsing.
"You may do whatever you wish to me." Pinch.
"You may do whatever you wish to me," Tara gasps.
"I belong to you," Mrs. Johnston says. Twist.
"I belong to you," Tara repeats.
"No act is too perverse." Pinch.
"No act is too perverse," Tara moans.
"I deserve to be punished," Mrs. Johnston
"I deserve to be punished," Tara whispers.
Quickly, Mrs. Johnston moves to the table and sits down.  Jon moves behind 
Tara and holds her still, while Joe takes off her blouse.
"I can't wait to fuck you, baby," Joe says quietly, and Tara is shocked to 
hear that word come out of his mouth.  But his directness also turns her on 
tremendously, making her pussy get even wetter.
Joe kneels and removes Tara's shoes and socks, leaving her in the plaid 
skirt only.  Then he moves to the table along the wall, the one with the all 
of the implements.
He walks back, and grabs Tara's wrist.  He snaps a cuff onto her wrist.  The 
cuff has metal hoops all the way around it.  He does the same to her other 
wrist.  Now Tara understands the purpose of the metal loops on the wall, and 
on the hanging metal bar.  They will be used to restrain her.  Joe knees, 
and snaps the mean cuffs onto her ankles, too.
He doesn't stand up right away, but rather, lifts her skirt and runs his 
tongue over her clitoris briefly.  This causes Tara to moan, but Joe doesn't 
continue.  He stands and looks at her, enjoying the effect his action has.  
He knows that Tara has had a crush on him, and he has enjoyed it.  And 
that's why he will really enjoy this discipline session, more than any of 
the other girls, he thinks.
Jon pulls Tara's wrists behind her back, and uses a clip to hook the two 
wrist cuffs together.  He then walks her to the table where Mrs. Johnston 
sits.
The men lift Tara and lay her across Mrs. Johnston's lap.  Tara is horrified 
as she realizes Mrs. Johnston is going to spank her!
"Oh no!" Tara cries, but she knows it doesn't matter.
"You keep your pretty mouth quiet," Mrs. Johnston says, lifting her skirt.  
"You need this, my lovely.  And it doesn't matter what you want, because I 
will do anything I feel like doing to you.  And right now, you need to be 
spanked."
Tara can't help but watch the scene play out in the mirror.  She sees Jon 
get behind her and open her legs.  Joe grabs her hair to hold her still.  
Mrs. Johnston raises Tara's skirt and lifts her hand.
Slap!  Mrs. Johnston's hand stings as it lands on Tara's bare ass.  It 
hurts, not as much as it could, but Tara feels it.  More stinging than the 
slap is the sheer humiliation.
Jon slides a finger inside of her cunt as another slap lands on her ass.  
Jon wiggles his finger against Tara's G-spot, as the spanking continues.  
Slap!  Slap! Slap!
Tara wiggles but she knows she can't get away.  And she cannot help it, it 
feels so good!  She is mortified to realize that the spanking and the finger 
feel so very, very good!
When the spanking is complete, the men lift Tara off Mrs. Johnston's lap and 
drag her to the center of the room, under the metal bar.  They unclip her 
cuffs behind her back and tell her to grab the bar above her head.  Tara has 
to reach high to grab it.  Each assistant then clips a cuff to a metal hoop. 
  They leave her dangling there, facing Mrs. Johnston who is still sitting 
on the table.  Mrs. Johnston takes her time looking at Tara's naked body, 
strung up like a sacrifice.
"Remove her skirt."
The men quickly follow instructions, unbuttoning Tara's skirt and sliding it 
off.  This leaves Tara completely bare, completely and totally vulnerable.  
Tara tries to keep her legs closed without looking like she's keeping her 
legs closed, but Mrs. Johnston sees this.
"Hook her ankles.  I want her spread open."
The men move in and force Tara's legs apart, then clip the ankle cuffs to 
hoops on the floor.
Mrs. Johnston stands and walks towards Tara.  Tara can see herself in the 
mirror, spread open and helpless.
"This is just what you need, little girl," Mrs. Johnston says.  She walks 
around Tara to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder into the mirror.  
Mrs. Johnston reaches around and begins fingering Tara's clit.
"Your clit is so swollen, isn't it?" Mrs. Johnston purrs.  "You just can't 
help it.  You can deny it all you want, but your body tells me the truth.  
Your body tells me that you are a horny little slut who needs to be fucked, 
who needs to be taught a lesson."
Mrs. Johnston's expert fingers bring Tara closer and closer to cumming.  She 
is riveted by the scene in the mirror.
"Gentlemen?" Mrs. Johnston says.  She moves away while the men move in.  Jon 
kneels in front of her.  Joe kneels behind.  They both spread open her skin, 
exposing her most private parts, and begin licking her.  Jon wiggles his 
tongue over her clit, back and forth, up and down, sucking it inside of his 
lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Joe spreads Tara's cheeks apart, and she feels a jolt all through her body 
as he touches his tongue to her asshole.  He alternately slides it over the 
surface and pushes it inside of her.  Tara begins to moan and shake, as Mrs. 
Johnston moves in and starts sucking on one nipple, circling it with her 
tongue, sucking hard with her lips, lightly biting with her teeth.
Mrs. Johnston talks to Tara while she sucks.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?  Of course you do, you can't help yourself.  
You can't help it because you are so very naughty, and you deserve to be 
fucked.  Oh yes, you really, really need to be fucked, don't you?  Well, 
don't you worry, dear, because we are going to fuck you."
Tara feels the tension building in her cunt as the three mouths devour her 
body, and she screams out as she cums.  Her pussy contracts involuntarily, 
and Tara moans and whines, twisting against her restraints.
The men quickly unhook her wrist and ankle cuffs, and move Tara to the 
floor, placing her on her hands and knees. They spread her legs apart.  
Tara's pussy is still throbbing, as Jon strips off his clothes and kneels 
behind her.  She can feel his cock press against her, then press into her 
hot flesh. He pushes in slowly, spreading out her tight pussy.
Tara has fooled around before. She has fucked a couple of school boys and 
their small cocks.  But she has never felt anything this big inside of her.
She moans as he presses further in.  "Oh, you have such a nice, tight pussy. 
  I'm going to love grinding you out," Jon says.
He slowly begins fucking her, sliding all the way in and all the way out of 
her snatch.  Tara can see it all in the mirror.  It seems that no matter 
where she looks, she sees herself and her tormentors, and the X-rated scenes 
being played out like a porn movie.
Joe strips off his clothes too, and Mrs. Johnston presides over the rape 
like a high priestess, still neatly and fully dressed.  Tara moans, loving 
how that cock feels inside of her, and she begins to move in time to the 
fucking.  Jon withdraws his cock and Joe quickly takes his place, on his 
knees behind her.  He shoves his dick inside of her quickly, making her 
gasp.  Then he begins his slow grind, in, out, in, out.  The assault is 
slow, deliberate, powerful.  Joe moans, loving the feeling of his cock 
inside of her little wet cunt. Jon walks around in front of Tara and kneels.
"Suck my cock," Jon says.  Tara wraps her lips around the organ, tasting her 
own juice.  He slides it in and out of her mouth, holding her hair to guide 
her.  Tara can't believe the feeling of being fucked and sucking a cock at 
the same time.
"You like that, don't you baby?" Jon moans.  "Oh yeah, you like getting it 
from both ends.  You love it.  You love the taste of my cock, and the feel 
of Joe's cock, and you love to taste your pussy juice, don't you?"
Tara feels herself building towards another orgasm, but Jon moves away and 
Joe withdraws his steel cock before she can cum.  Tara cries out at the 
loss.  The men grab her and move her to the footstool, draping her over it.  
Tara is whimpering now.
"Oh, poor baby, you were going to cum again, weren't you?" Mrs. Johnston 
says sarcastically.  "You may only orgasm when I decide it's alright.  This 
doesn't have anything to do with what you want.  You've been indulging your 
own urges for far too long.  You must learn to obey.  You must learn to 
submit."
Now, the assistants have returned with several tools from the table.  Tara 
can't clearly see in the mirror what they have in their hands.  Mrs. 
Johnston walks behind Tara and crouches down.  She places her hands on 
Tara's inner thighs and forces her legs open.
"Keep your legs wide open, darling.  It's time for the next level of 
punishment."
Tara is whimpering and her pussy is throbbing as the two men situate 
themselves behind her.  She feels hands spread her ass cheeks apart.  She 
doesn't know which of the men is doing it.  Tara feels a finger spread some 
kind of lubricant over her sensitive asshole, and then press inside of her, 
making Tara suck in her breath.
"You might as well relax, honey, because we're going to do this to you no 
matter what," Joe says.
"Oh my god!" Tara thinks.  It's Joe's finger inside of her!
Jon spreads her further apart as Joe withdraws his finger, and then inserts 
something else that feels long and thin.  Then she feels a warm liquid being 
injected into her ass.
"There, that will make things nice and slick so there's no way you can fight 
it," Joe says.  The syringe is withdrawn and Joe picks up something else.  
He slowly pushes it inside of her.  It's a little bigger and smooth, and to 
Tara, it feels bumpy.  She feels each bump as the instrument is slowly and 
deliberately pushed deeper inside of her.
Tara whimpers as the assault continues.  She looks up at Mrs. Johnston, who 
is watching the scene with a smirk on her face.  Tara feels completely 
exposed and totally vulnerable.
Joe withdraws the instrument and inserts it again, repeating the procedure a 
few times, getting a little faster each time.  Tara becomes more horrified 
as she realizes that it actually feels good to her!  A small moan of 
pleasure escapes her lips.
"I knew you'd like how this feels," Joe growls.  Tara can feel his hard cock 
pressing against her thigh.  Joe puts down the item and selects another 
instrument of torture.  He presses it against her ass, and slowly forces it 
inside.  Tara moans again.  This one is wider than the last.
Joe moves it in and out slowly, coaching Tara as he does it.  "That's right 
baby, relax.  You know you like how this feels.  You know you want me to 
fuck you up the ass.  You know you need it.  And I can't wait to give it to 
you.  I can't wait to fuck your butt.  I'm going to make you scream."
Joe withdraws the current dildo as Jon spreads her even further apart.  "I 
think she needs an egg," Jon says.
"I believe you are right," Joe says.  Tara watches in the mirror as Joe 
moves to the table and selects something else.  He comes back and kneels 
again behind her.  She feels something metallic being pressed inside of her 
pussy.
"Oh, you are so very wet I don't need any lube, do I baby?" Joe says.  
Tara's pussy envelopes the object that's connected to a wire.  Joe flips a 
switch, and the egg begins vibrating inside of her.
Tara closes her eyes and groans, beginning to move her hips slightly, 
against her will.  She wants to keep still, she doesn't want to let her 
captors know how good it feels, but she can't help herself.
Suddenly, Mrs. Johnston gets behind her too.  She reaches under Tara and 
starts rubbing her clit.  The combination of the vibrations inside and the 
rubbing outside starts to drive Tara closer and closer to another orgasm.
Tara looks in the mirror and sees that Joe is kneeling behind her and 
rubbing something onto his cock.  She knows what's coming next, and she 
knows there isn't anything she can do to stop it.
She watches in fascination, unable to avert her eyes, as Joe moves in and 
lines up the tip of his cock with her asshole.  He starts to push inside, 
and in spite of herself, Tara pushes back against him.  He pushes his dick 
deeper, deeper, deeper, very slowly and methodically.
Tara is overwhelmed by the sensations.... The cock in her ass, the vibrations 
in her cunt, the fingers on her clit.  All are working together to surely 
drive her crazy with desire.  Jon continues to spread her open, and indeed 
push her ass back against Joe.  Joe begins to fuck her, moving slowly in and 
out, in and out, in and out.
She can feel the feelings building, she knows they are going to make her cum 
and she knows she can't stop it.
"Oh God, your ass feels so good," Joe says.  "I knew from the first day I 
saw you that this would feel amazing, and I knew you'd like it.  You love 
it, baby, don't you?  You love being fucked up the ass.  Say it!  Tell me 
that you love it!"
"Oh, I love being fucked up the ass!" Tara screams, teetering on the edge of 
orgasm now.  Joe is moaning loudly now, and Tara knows he is going to cum.  
The thought of that is too much for her, and she begins screaming as all of 
the sensations send her into the most mind-blowing orgasm she's ever felt in 
her life. Joe cries out as he pours his come inside of her.
He lies down on her back, his sweat mingling with hers as Mrs. Johnston 
withdraws her fingers and Jon pulls out the egg.
"This is just the first installment of your discipline," Mrs. Johnston says. 
  "There will be many more sessions."


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