by Powerone
Her face hurt, his hand smashed and pulled. Her nose hurt so bad, running as his fingers pushed into her sinus cavity, unable to push her head up, her nose felt like it was going to break. The worst was when he put his fingers in her mouth. His dirty fingers forced apart all her resistance, her tongue crushed beneath then. She thought she would throw up when he pushed into her throat, gagged as his fat fingers tickled her throat. His fist was the worst, filled her mouth beyond capacity, afraid her lips would tear in the corners; her nose dripped constantly, her eyes clouded in tears. He twisted and turned in her mouth, his knuckles banged into anything that got into his way.
"You look so pretty with your mouth full, Justine, don't you have anything to say?” only unintelligible gibberish came out. He pulled his fist out painfully, let her lips stretch to allow it. Before it was all the way out he grabbed her tongue with two strong fingers, squeezed tight and pulled, yanked it, stretched it out. He spit on her tongue, yanked it painfully before allowing her to pull it back into her mouth, her mouth filled with his spit.
Headmaster Michael picked up the Japanese Nose clamp. It consisted of a double hook connected with thick rubber elastic and a band to wrap around the head. Before Justine could do anything but choke and cough he hooked the clamp inside her nose holes, pulled it up over her head, yanked back on it until it pulled tightly behind her head. He looked, pleased at the sight, her nose pulled almost flat on her face, her nose holes like pig nostrils, large and black in the center of her face. He took out the dentist mouth clamp next, a shiny metal contraption. He pushed into her mouth, slid it inside her lips until it pushed behind her teeth. Once seated properly he began to turn the knobs on each side, watched as her mouth opened wider and wider. Her tear-stained face contorted by the cruel nose clamp, her mouth forced open wide. “Real wide, Justine, open your mouth wide,” he teased her with his words, knowing that she had no control as the dental clamp forcefully opened her mouth into a big oval, over three-inches high. Her lips stretched wide, the corners almost tearing, he stopped, and picked up two bamboo chopsticks-like sticks, connected by tiny clamps near each end He stuck his fingers in her gaping mouth hole and grabbed her tongue, pulled it painfully out, again. When it was fully extended, he slid her tongue between the bamboo sticks until they reached the corners of her stretched mouth. A few quick turns and the bamboo sticks compressed her tongue between them. He released the sticks, her tongue now sticking obscenely out, almost like a small cock, only able to wag up and down like a dog. Saliva fell from her lips, dripped down to fall on her naked breasts.
Justine thought her face was being torn from her. Her head already ached from the brace that felt like it squeezed her brains, her nose hurt terribly, dripped down into the hole that was once her pretty mouth as it was pulled up and flattened on her face, tasted the foul fluid, unable to prevent it. She saw Headmaster Michael through her glazed over eyes, tears filled them, her tears of pain; his smile said everything.
She felt him take a tiny piece of straw, pushed it in and out her ear, tickling the insides, Justine unable to stop him or even move her head, she was going crazy. But it was worse when he moved onto her nose, the straw tickled the hairs on the inside, she twitched, created more pain as it pushed against the nose clamp. She cringed when he brought out a long stick like one used on a xylophone. He moved it to her mouth, let it play along her tongue, picked up some of her spit, moved into her mouth to run around the insides of her cheeks, bulging them out. Then he did what she feared, she felt it move along her tongue to the back of her mouth. When he reached her tonsils, he tickled it up and down until she began to choke, her tongue felt like it would tear, the bamboo stick held it secure. She gagged again; Headmaster Michael enjoyed playing with her throat. Each time she thought he was finished, he pulled out and started again. She tasted the bile coming up from her stomach, unable to stop the gagging and choking, Headmaster Michael obviously enjoyed her discomfort. He finally stopped, pleased with what he was doing to her.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Justine? I hope so, because we are going to leave you like that for a while. But I want to play with your tits first.” His hands roamed the flesh of her breasts, his fingers played between her cleavage, lightly touched her skin, he felt her tense as she waited for the pain. But no, he delayed, his finger ran around her nipples, made the pink flesh harden in response, hard for the torture he had planned for them. “The Japanese were very good with bondage, especially with females, Justine.” He brought out two long bamboo poles, larger sizes of the ones used on her tongue. “You know where these are going, don't you?” Her eyes followed his hands as he pushed her breasts between the twin poles, fed them into it until they hit her chest, her breasts hung between them. “Now to tighten them up a little, let's see if we can make your tits balloon up.” He turned the large screws on the pole, one in the middle, one on each side. As he turned them, her breasts were compressed between the bamboo poles, the nipples enlarged, her breasts turned red as blood was forced to the tips. Tighter, her face strained, saliva still dripped from her mouth, the pain showed as her tits were being crushed. They stood out like giant melons. He pulled out two small clamps about an inch long and inch wide. Tiny screws on the ends would compress them.
Justine screamed silently, her breasts already hurt; the clamps looked even more evil. Her nipples hardened as the cold metal circled them, she felt his fingers push on her nipple, tucked it beneath the cold, hard steel. When he had them in place, she began to feel the pressure as he fumbled with the screws. Tighter and tighter they went, her nipples had no place to go, the metal clamp unyielding, crushed the pink rubbery flesh. She thought she would pass out, wished she would, but he stopped just before, playing with the clamp, slapping it up and down, her body jerked as the sharp pain returned each time. Then, he repeated the process on her other nipple.
"See how much I can hurt you, Justine? From now on I expect you to obey me no matter what. But first let's play with your pussy a little. I bet I can make it hurt real bad."
Her legs were bound by the ropes. Headmaster Michael used the short strand to tie her ankles first, then her knees, then higher up on her thighs, each time secured the other end through the metal rings in the bar. He began to pull, Justine unable to stop him from spreading her open. First her ankles pulled wide, touching the bar, her legs spread wide, her pussy exposed. Then he worked on her knees, forcing her legs not only open, but bowed them out, her pussy forced to open even wider. He finished with the painful part, the ropes high on her thighs, pulled them out, as if her crotch was going to split up the middle. She was positioned with her legs almost spread out at a right angle in the shape of a C, conforming to the shape of the iron bar.
More clamps followed, first her pussy lips were clamped in two large metal clamps each with three points of contact, ran from the top of her pussy lips to the bottom. He stopped only when he thought she would pass out from the pain. Small strings to the iron bar pulled her pussy lips outward, felt as if her lips would tear from her flesh before he stopped. She saw her lips pulled out wide, her pink pussy completely exposed. She screamed again as the tiny clamp was placed right below the tip of her clit, his fingers fumbled to tighten the tiny clamp, succeeded in crushing it until the head of her clit was so engorged with blood she thought it would pop.
Michael was pleased with how she looked. He began to play with her; first the wooden ball returned to her mouth, choking and gagging relived the painful lesson of how much control he had over her. He began to finger fuck her, four fingers in her stretched pussy, twisted and turned inside her, reinforced the power he had over her. Finally she suffered the painful fingering of her asshole, two fingers forced into her dry hole while she bucked under his command. He finally grew tired of her, released her from her bondage, her body white where the blood was pushed from her body under the clamps and poles that held her so tight. “Take a shower,” he ordered her again.
Justine was bound on the bed for the night, her arms pulled up t
o the metal headboard, and handcuffs held her wrists to the metal bar. Her legs, bent at the knees, pulled back and tied parallel to the bed, her crotch still ached. She suffered during the night, unable to sleep, the pain in her body too powerful. The only relief she felt was when Headmaster Michael returned to her bed, stripped off his clothes and took her as she was bound. He forced himself into her pussy, pumped his hips back and forth, his cock driven deep into her body as she bounced on the bed. But he was not satisfied with just that, while she suffered beneath him, he stuffed his hard cock up her asshole, her screams brought such delight to him. It burned, hurt as her stomach cramped from the fullness of the hard flesh stuffed into her asshole.
Michael pumped her tight asshole, feeling her sphincter fight his cruel intrusion into her rectal passage. He buried himself deep in her colon, reveled in her spasms as she was forced to accept the unnatural act of sodomy on her young body. He pumped in and out as she shook her head back and forth in pain; his hands ran over her breasts as they bounced from the terrible pounding her asshole took, enjoying the sounds he tore from her lips. He finally came, filled her colon with his hot cum, dumping what he was sure felt like a gallon of cum, sloshing around in her belly.
The next day she suffered again under his torment, but this time she came. He forced her to cum three times, twice bound and spread before the mirror, the Board eagerly watched her debasement as she succumbed to his skills in keeping her sexually aroused, alternating between the pain and the pleasure. She was forced to take his cock in her pussy and also up her asshole again, fought the sodomy with the same vigor as the night before. The third time he lay next to her, her hands stroked his cock as he gently masturbated her. Her head was close to his cock. “You are going to learn to suck my cock, Justine."
"Yes, Headmaster Michael,” nodding as her hands played with his big cock, afraid to take it in her mouth, especially to have him cum in her mouth. But she knew that she would learn, then spread her legs wider so he could have better access to her pussy, his fingers pushed in and out, slid along her juices. “Can I cum, now, Headmaster Michael?” Michael made her wait until he gave her permission.
"Yes, Justine, such a good girl you've become.” His cock shot out, his cum all over her hands as she continued to masturbate him, her pussy capitulated under his expert masturbation.
When she was finally released, her submission was complete. She would succumb to whatever he wished of her and he would test that in the days to come, the Board members eager to enslave and debase her for their own pleasure.
CHAPTER 4
Ashley and Brandy Get the Unexpected
Professor Doyle watched Ashley and Brandy in the back of the class as the two talked and did their nails, deliberately trying to provoke him. They were the most popular girls in the school, cheerleaders and very attractive. Especially, Brandy. She brushed her long blonde hair from her face, hair that hung down to partially conceal her breasts. While she didn't have the largest breasts among the girls, they were so pert, abundant cleavage always showed. Half of the time her nipples were hard and jut out her tops. She didn't even try to hide them, thrust them out, taunted him with her firm breasts and hard nipples. She had a small waist, the Professor imagined how she looked with low hung jeans-not allowed in school, but sure once she stepped outside her tight abs were exposed. Her hips were full, as was her ass, twin globes that danced to the click of her heels on the floor, a gentle sway that hypnotized you. She knew what her body did to boys and she played it to the hilt.
Ashley was more of a follower, hanging onto Brandy's coattails. While she was also beautiful-a natural blonde like Brandy-her body toned from extensive exercise and little food, though she was not as vivacious as Brandy. It was usually Brandy who found the boys for both of them, Ashley followed along, imitated everything that Brandy did. And that was her downfall, Brandy consistently got into trouble, Ashley dragged into it.
"Look, the old coot is watching us, Ashley. Giggle about anything, I think he is getting pissed.” Brandy laughed loudly; Ashley had no choice but to follow. Just then the bell rang, signaling the last class of the day.
"Ashley and Brandy, would you mind staying after class?” He had to shout over the din of the class as they hurriedly tried to leave for the day. Professor Doyle was in his mid sixties. While not ugly, his better days were behind him, a fact that Brandy always seemed to try to drive home. He had heard about Headmaster Michael's reputation and the buzz among the girls at school. His request to have him send both of the girls to his office after class was welcomed, though he wished that he had the chance to see what Headmaster Michael had in store for the girls. Maybe tomorrow the girls would be more submissive, learned a lesson. Maybe tomorrow he would have some fun with them.
"Yes, Professor Doyle,” Brandy whined.
"Both of you have been disruptive in my class for the last week. Today was the last straw, both of you sitting in back of class doing your makeup and chatting endlessly. Report to Headmaster Michael immediately. Maybe he can do something to change your disposition.” They gave no indication that it would even be a problem, acted as if this was what they wanted.
"Yes, Professor Doyle,” the chimed in together, walked out of the class, Brandy swung her ass exaggeratedly, teased him as she left.
Headmaster Michael sat behind his desk, heard the bell and knew that any minute two lovely girls would show up, two girls whose bodies he would use and enjoy. This time, Meredith would help, a thought that made his cock harden in anticipation. While not a young schoolgirl, she had a body that could make you cum just by looking at it. There was a knock on the door, the door opened, the two girls entered, Brandy in the lead. They both looked lovely in their schoolgirl outfits, their skirts too short for regulations, but no one would complain at the long expanse of tanned legs revealed, the material drawn tight around their hips and ass. Their blouses were drawn tight across their breasts; special tailoring required to pull the material so that it molded their firm breasts.
Brandy spoke up first, “Professor Doyle sent us here Headmaster Michael. I'm not sure why, he doesn't seem to like us very much."
"I'm sure he doesn't like you for good reason, mainly because you don't pay attention in class, are disruptive and think that you're above everyone else."
"That's not t..."
"Silence, Brandy! That's exactly what I mean. Now I think you're going to have to be taught a lesson in manners. Both of you.” Michael stood. “This way,” his voice stern as he walked towards the side door. “Now!"
Brandy though she would cum in her panties when his voice raised and became so domineering. While she saw the look of fear in Ashley's eyes, she only felt the lust between her legs. When he stood, she gazed down at the front of his pants, able to make out the large cock that pushed at the material. God, I hope he spanks my ass, I'll cum all over the front of his pants. “Yes, Sir,” she obediently replied, pushed Ashley towards the door. “Just follow my lead,” she quietly urged her.
Headmaster Michael closed the door as they passed through, the door automatically locked as it did. They turned when they heard the lock click, a puzzled look on their face. When they turned around they were startled to see Chancellor Meredith come out of the darkness of the other side of the room. “Chancellor,” Brandy taken aback by her appearance. “What're you doing here?"
"I thought Headmaster Michael might need help since there are two of you,” the older woman moved quickly behind Brandy. “And, I have volunteered for you,” she grabbed Brandy's wrists and pulled them behind her back.
"No!” she cried out as the Chancellor quickly overpowered her, felt her wrists pulled behind her back and pushed towards the darkness. She heard a scuffle behind her, too busy with her own predicament to bother to turn and see, surmised that Ashley suffered a similar fate but with Headmaster Michael. How could she get them to trade? She wanted to feel the powerful hands of the Headmaster on her body.
They both gasped as the lights came on, powerful
overhead lights illuminated the large room, filled with various pieces of strange furniture, heavy wooden pieces. The ominous leather straps hung from each one gave more of an indication of their use than they wanted to see. The straps were designed for securing limbs to the furniture.
"Please, Headmaster Michael,” Ashley begged as her wrists were gripped by his powerful hands, pulled up behind her until she had to bend slightly. Headmaster pushed her towards one piece of furniture as she glimpsed Brandy try to fight off the Chancellor, quickly overpowered, her body similarly shoved towards a different piece of the odd furniture. “It was Brandy's idea. I didn't want to do this!” she begged.
"Don't worry, Ashley, I already know that. Brandy will suffer worse than you will, but rest assured, you will be punished."
Brandy was shoved to the large upright wooden beam, her arms pulled up over her head until the Chancellor secured them in a pair of antique wrists shackles pinned to the top of the beam with a chain, secured with a heavy iron spike. The beam was at least two feet wide, a rough hewn that had aged with use. Brandy felt Chancellor Meredith release her wrists, the shackles pinned them effectively over her head as the Chancellor pulled Brandy's blouse out of her skirt, secured a wide leather strap around her naked stomach, pinned her to the rough wood, a quick pull of the strap constrained her stomach. She took a breath-a short one, all she was able to take-the leather strap too tight. She tried to kick out; the Chancellor quickly grabbed the leg that rose into the air, held tightly onto it in mid air. Another chain was lowered from the ceiling; the Headmaster had some type of control mechanism. A shackle was secured around her trim ankle with a loud clank; the Chancellor released the beautiful leg to hang there, bound at almost waist height, pulled at a right angle from her body.