Teacher bound for torture

CHAPTER NINE

Jenny let out another cry, her legs kicking out. Susan could see the head of the dildo disappear under the bushy blonde-red hair of the teen's cunt. Jenny had stiffened, her head snapping back while she made great puffing sounds around her gag. Her shoulders shuddered while the muscles in her thighs, legs and arms bulged with the pain and tension. The two teens still held onto her tightly, determined to skewer her body with that huge dude.

Susan thought of scrambling from the table and making a break for it. Surely she could run to the street, shout for help, and someone would come rushing out to protect her. But then the teens would surely talk, would expose both her and Jenny as nymphos. There would be little either woman could say to defend herself and in the end they would win while she and her prize pupil would go down as whores. Groaning inwardly at her situation, Susan watched helplessly as Jenny took the pole.

"Ummmmmmm!"

"Okay, baby, you're about all the way down. You can stop yourself from goin' down any farther by just pushing up with your toes. Careful, now, or you're gonna tip the thing over, and that's gonna hurt you up there real bad, understand?" Jack said.

Both teens backed away. Jenny explored her situation, looking down, then curling her toes and pushing up as far as she could until her arches ached from the pressure. Push as hard as she could, the redhead teen couldn't slide herself off the dildo.

"That's right," Clint said. "That thing's shoved up so far you wouldn't be able to jump off so just relax and enjoy. You can be fuckin' yourself all night with that thing, if you want."

"Ohhhhhfhffff!"

Jenny's eyes reflected the panic she felt coursing through her veins. She continued standing on tip-toe, looking down at her feet. Twice she tried getting off that thing and twice she failed. In the end she wound up standing, her calves aching. It was an infuriating, shameful way to stand and she blushed furiously, wishing she could hurry up and die.

"Oh God, this is terrible what you've done to her," Susan groaned.

"Thought it was pretty good. Now she's gonna have a good time even when we're not around."

"Pretty lucky gal, I'd say," Clint offered, winking at his buddy.

"Sure wish I was a gal with somethin' that nice to sit on," Jack offered.

"She ain't had one bigger than that, but bet she sure's gonna want one after she gets used to squirmin' round on that mother."

Jenny flushed scarlet, staring with hatred at her two tormentors.

"She probably ain't gonna want to leave this place by the time when get through with 'em. Ain't gonna leave somethin' this good behind," Clint suggested.

"You try jumpin' up and down on it, Jenny. It's gonna feel good – damned good!" Jack bellowed with laughter.

Jenny only blushed more furiously, turning her head away from them.

"She's kinda shy about this sorta thing," Jack suggested. "Ain't been around long enough like ol' teach over there. Now there's a woman who could teach you about fuckin'. Man! She's good and tight, yet she fucks like there were no tomorrow."

"Uhhhhhhh!"

They left Jenny standing on that awful thing, the girl staring wildly at them as they moved to Susan. The woman reached back defensively, feeling a tingle rush up and down her spine. Site drew back as Clint grabbed her by the wrist, hauling her forward.

"She don't look like she wants to play anymore, Jack."

"Oat cum runnin' outta her pussy. Looks like she's been foolin' around. Gotta make the bitch pay for that. That ain't no way for a teacher, to act in front of her students. She's gotta set an example," Jack said grandly, grabbing Susan's other wrist.

"Oh!"

They pulled her roughly from the table, marching her past the dildo-fucked Jenny to the far end of the garage. While Clint held onto her Jack pulled out a four-foot two-by-four and hauled it over. Clint ordered the woman to bend down, putting her hands on her feet.

"Get some rope – short pieces for this job."

More rope! More bondage! Would it never end? Susan looked up through her curtaining hair. Jenny was struggling on the long dildo, her calves and thighs straining each time she tried climbing over the plastic cock. When she slipped and fell, it fucked her cruelly, bringing out a baleful cry from behind that awful gag.

Clint came back with two twenty-inch pieces of half-inch fine.

"That'll do. Keep your Goddamned wrists on the tops of your feet!" Jack barked.

Jack dragged the heavy board over to them, placing it on the tops of her feet after forcing the blonde to spread her legs. Looping the rope around her right wrist, he then slipped it around her ankle, finishing the job by wrapping it around the two-by-four. Fixing the rope in a slipknot, he moved to the other wrist and ankle, attaching them to the board in the same manner.

"Okay, now try walkin'."

Walking? Was he serious? An impatient slap on the told Susan he was. With difficulty the woman shoved one foot forward, nearly losing her balance and tumbling forward.

"Uh!"

"Now the other one."

Slowly Susan began to master walking in this contraption. She waddled forward, her tits hanging down like a hard tipped udders. She could hardly see through her hair that hung over her face. She moved past Jenny and she saw the girl's straining ankles and heard her awful moans.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself good on that thing. Yeah, feels real good, don't it?"

"Uhhhfhfhfff!"

They forced Susan to walk the full length of the garage, waddling in that obscene position. Her fingers scraped against the uneven concrete floor while her tits swayed horribly. Several times Jack slapped her ass, laughing as she squealed. When she had completed the circuit, Jack stopped her, putting both hands on her ass. Clint reached under her, squeezing her tits. Susan let out another cry of pain. Behind her Jenny was screaming, having nearly impaled herself on the long dildo.

"Easy, baby, you don't want that thing comin' outta your mouth," Jack laughed.

"Please, let us go! You've done enough. You've made your point," Susan begged.

Jack shrugged. "Ain't no point to make cept fuckin'. Plenty of points to make that."

"Let's show the fuckin' slut the whole works. Drag her to the drain."

Clint kicked one booted foot against her ass, knocking Susan forward. Huffing and grunting she walked as fast as she could, the board scraping against the floor several times. They were heading her in a direction away from Jenny to a dark corner of the garage.

"Stop!"

Susan could hardly see in front of her until someone reached out and snapped on a yellowish overhead bulb. The shadows cutting across her made Susan more nervous than ever. Someone was holding her by the ass, then pushing her forward while bracing their feet against the backs of her heels. She was falling down, unable to stop herself! Susan let out a cry of despair as she crashed and rolled over, finally landing on her back. Because of the bonds she lay feet up, her arms stretched forward.

Jack and Clint were unzipping their Levi's. Were they going to fuck her like this? She wondered. So soon after that last traumatic fuck?

"Ol' toilet face. That's what we're gonna call you from now on."

Susan looked up between her roped legs, watching as Jack pulled his cock out and rolled the bulbous head between his fingers. He seemed to be toying with her, pretending he didn't intend to fuck her. She swallowed down a lump of fear and excitement. An uneasy feeling made her stomach grow queasy. He bent his knees slightly now, working his cock a little from his halved Levi's. And then the first few yellow drops of piss spurted from his cockhead, spattering on her belly.

"Ugh!" Susan cried.

He was pissing on her! Susan groaned, swiveling her ass around, nearly losing her balance and letting her legs topple down against the floor. Clint kicked her thighs back up, making sure she was in that awkward spread-eagled position on her back. Jack shook his long limp cock, aiming again at her flat belly.

"Uhhhh! No, don't do that! Oh God. Stop it! Don't piss on me!"

The plea sounded strange coming from her lips. But Susan could only admit to what was happening to her. Jack smirked down at her as she writhed beside the floor drain. Then he was pissing on her belly, his thickly muscled legs straddling her thighs.

"No!"

More urine came from his cockhead. It spurted out first in short jet-like squirts. Then Jack worked his fingers around his cock head again, relaxing a bit, and letting the yellow fluid flow more slowly from his bladder.

Susan sucked in her breath, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat as the hot stream spattered over her belly. The woman thought she would surely retch and for a moment she even envied Jenny, who still struggled with the giant dildo.

"Oh God!"

The urine splashed over her navel, sprinkled onto her jiggling tits, then oozed down like a filthy oil around her sides. It collected in a swarmy warm pool beneath her ass before making its way to a small drain to her right. Susan gagged again, convulsing instinctively with revulsion.

"Oh God, please, don't do this. Oh, let me go, let me go!"

Jack remained quiet, guiding the stream of his piss as if he were a fireman putting out a blaze with a hose. He directed the stream up to her tits, sprinkling her nipples with the urine, then moving the piss down to her belly. She shivered again, her eyelids closing as she groaned with shame. Susan bit her lips to keep from crying with the rage and disgust he felt.

"That's real good, bitch, ol' toilet face over here's gettin' turned on by my piss. Bet she wouldn't mind takin' a faceful of shit to boot!"

"Hey, man, don't make me sick! I don't give a fuck what she wants. We're out here to get off on them," Clint said, casting a backward look at Jenny, who was standing flatfooted on the dildo.

Jack had dumped his piss load onto the frightened, shamed teacher, Susan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the stream dwindle to a small, twisting yellow rivers. Finally it was over.

"Don't move around. Clint's got somethin' for you now," Jack said.

Susan looked up with frightened, knowing eyes. Both of them were going to piss on her! Jack moved back, flipping his cock back into his pants. Clint moved into pissing position, pulling out his cock and quickly getting squeezing some drops of piss up from his bladder.

Susan gulped.

He spread his legs, pressing the heels of his boots against her sides.

"Open your mouth, baby, or I'll stick my fuckin' foot in and open it for you."

Susan didn't dare disobey him. Closing her eyes, the woman took deep, puffing breaths, her tits slapping together while her chest heaved up and down. How sore her nipples were! Then, strangely enough, Susan began to feel her clit twinge once more. Susan was starting to feel aroused as Clint moved in around and started pissing on her!

The urine started. He smiled cruelly, directing the intensity of the stream around her chin.

Susan swallowed hard, thinking she would surely vomit at the touch of the piss. But, somehow the woman managed to keep the bile down as the piss splattered against her face. The hot, stinging droplets dotted her forehead and cheeks.

"Man, it's somethin' else pissin' on this broad. She don't scream or nothin'. Just sits there and takes it like it was all natural-like," Clint observed dryly, moving the stream down to her thighs, then back up again to her chin.

Susan shuddered.

"She's a natural toilet. Wonder if the prim little shit over there's the same way."

"Uh, uh," Susan grunted, a pulse leaping in her throat.

The stink was spreading. The terrible oily heat cascaded over her, sucking her down like scalding oil. She wanted to move back, to slide away from these men, but the ropes and boards made that impossible. She took in everything, unable to even cover her face.

"Ohhhh, no, ughhhh!"

Clint was moving the piss around her mouth flow. Susan choked, turning her head and coughing. Clint moved forward a little more, directing the yellow stream up to her nose and eyes. She could feel the vile hot liquid oozing into her hair. In a moment Susan knew she was being covered with piss, her body bathed in it.

And still there was no indication Clint was nearing his end.

"Now, get back over here and open your mouth… now!"

Susan had managed to scoot away from the two teens somewhat. Now Jack was booting her back to her original position near the drain. When she refused to open her mouth, Clint kicked her with his right heel, threatening to press it against her skull and crush her head if she didn't obey. Defeated again, Susan choked, swallowed, then choked some more. There was little else she could do other than open her mouth, as he had ordered.

"Yeah, that's right. Have a real nice drink, baby. Bet you're thirsty," he said, starting up the heavy yellow twisting stream again.

Susan gagged. It was awful, drinking in the piss that sprayed from his cockhead! She coughed, nearly vomiting as the hot yellow piss frothed and swirled around in her mouth. She could feel it sudsing over her tonsils, splashing over her lips, coating her teeth with slimy film. Twice the woman turned her face away, spitting out the vile fluid. But Clint always booted her back, forcing her to open her mouth and take more and more of his piss!

"Noooo! Ugh! Uh! Uh!"

"Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"

Jenny cried out from her over-long dildo, rising up once more on her tip toes while watching her teacher being pissed on. The sound of Clint's piss gurgling down the drain filled the room. The redhead teen struggled with the bonds holding her hands behind her back, the gag pressing her lips white. She watched in disbelief as her teacher was kicked and booted while both teens pissed on her. Jenny shivered, wondering if the same kind of humiliation was in store for her.

"Oh no, don't!" Susan pleaded.

Clint bent his knees a little farther, making sure the last of his piss would shoot right down into her throat. Susan coughed again, her throat and chest hurting from the tension that gripped her. The most unsettling fact of all was that Susan could feel her clit starting to tingle badly. She was having a micro orgasm!

Susan herself found it difficult to understand. But just as Clint was shaking the last few drops from his cockhead, she could feel her cuntal walls slapping together. Groaning, the woman pranced her ass against the floor, staring squint-eyed up at the stud. If only he would fuck her! If only he would complete the picture of utter depravity and throw himself onto her piss-slicked body and fuck her until she yowled with delight.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Susan threw her head back, her hips shuddering with the power of her orgasm. Her hair danced along her shoulders while her eyes rolled back.

"She's cummin'!" Jack observed.

"Let me help."

Clint moved forward, raising one foot and pressing the pointed toe of his boot against her cunt. Through a mist Susan saw Clint's soft prick dangling from between his opened Levi's. Oh, if only he could get it hard and fuck her!

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she moaned.

"Man, she wants you to fuck her," Jack said, throwing back his head and laughing.

"Not when she's a fuckin' toilet. I ain't gonna mess myself up in some fuckin' pee hole."

Susan let out another cry, closing her eyes and giving in to the raw power of her cum. It shook her like an earthquake, knocking the reality of what had just happened from her mind for a few seconds. For those blessed moments Susan swirled around on golden clouds, unconcerned by what was going to happen next.