Larissa is tied to the bench

Larissa's hand shakes as she reaches for the box of cards. Her eyes scan over the words, and she draws one out. "Bondage," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Mrs. Taylor nods, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Excellent choice, Larissa. I think you should be the next to demonstrate."

Tears well up in Larissa's eyes, her chest heaving with fear. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading, but you're lost in the thrill of the moment. You can see the hunger in your classmates' gazes as they anticipate what's to come. "David, please," Larissa whispers, her voice trembling. "Tell me what's going to happen to me." You look at her, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You've been dreaming of this for so long.

You step closer to Larissa, your cock still hard and glistening with Mrs. Taylor's ass juices. "You're going to be tied up naked on the bench" you say, your voice firm. "And then..." You trail off, unable to put into words the depraved acts you want to subject her to. "You're going to experience something... new."

Her eyes fill with terror, and she starts to shake her head violently. "No, no, no," she sobs, her voice thick with desperation. But it's too late. Rachel and Mark are already moving towards her, ropes in hand. They're eager, their faces flushed with excitement. "They're going to do it, with or without your help", Mrs. Taylor says.

Larissa's eyes dart around the room, searching for a way out. But there's no escape. She's surrounded by her peers, all of them eager to see her humiliated. You watch, unable to move, as Rachel and Mark grab her arms, gently but firmly, and guide her to the gym bench. She's trembling, her body visibly shaking.

Mrs. Taylor looks over at the class, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Who wants to help me strip our lovely Larissa fully naked?" she asks, her voice echoing in the hushed room. A few hands shoot up, but it's Anne who steps forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I'll do it," she says, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. She approaches Larissa, who's trembling in Rachel and Mark's grasp. The room feels like it's spinning, the walls closing in around you as you watch. Anne reaches out and hooks her fingers into the waistband of Larissa's skimpy panties, tugging them down her thighs.

Larissa's legs kick out, trying to fight back, but Rachel and Mark hold her firmly in place. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Please don't." But it's no use. The fabric slides over her knees, revealing her bare pussy to the class's eager gaze.

Anne moves in, her eyes locked on Larissa's breasts. She reaches around and unclasps the bra with surprising ease, and it falls away, exposing the soft mounds of Larissa's breasts. You can see goosebumps rise on her flesh, the anticipation and fear making her nipples tighten into hard little peaks.

Rachel and Mark stand back, their eyes roving over her naked body with open lust. You can see the way Rachel's hand twitches, like she's fighting the urge to reach out and touch. Larissa's pussy is clean-shaven, the delicate pink flesh glistening with arousal. Her legs are long and slim, and you can see the muscles in her thighs quiver as she tries to keep them closed. Her breasts are small but perfectly formed, the nipples a darker pink than the rest of her skin. You can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she tries to control her breathing, the way her belly flutters with each inhale.

Mrs. Taylor removes her blouse completely and positions herself beneath Larissa, her own naked form a stark contrast to the younger girl's. "Now, class," she says, her voice steady despite her **** position, "I want you to observe the differences between our bodies. Who can you tell us what you see?"

Rachel's hand shoots up. "I can, Mrs. Taylor!" she exclaims. You can see the hunger in her eyes as she looks at Larissa's naked form. "Well, Larissa is obviously much smaller than you," Rachel says, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Her breasts are like two tiny little peaches compared to your... melons." The class snickers, and Larissa's face reddens even further.

Mark grins, leaning in for a closer look. "And her pussy," he says, his voice low and leering, "it's so... neat and tidy. Like a little pink pearl."

Mrs. Taylor nods. "Good observation, Mark. Now, let's get a better look, shall we?" She gestures to Rachel and Mark, who each take one of Larissa's arms, forcing her to stand with her legs apart. "Larissa, sweetheart," she says, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Could you bend over a bit? We need to understand how our bodies differ."

Larissa's eyes are brimming with tears as she reluctantly follows the instruction. Her firm, round buttocks are now on display, the tight pink star of her anus winking at the class as she stretches her body over the bench. Mrs. Taylor's hand rests gently on her lower back, pushing her down slightly, making sure everyone gets a clear view. Rachel and Mark stand back, their smirks growing wider.

"As you can see," Mrs. Taylor says, her voice calm and authoritative, "Larissa's body is much more youthful and untouched than mine. Her skin is softer, smoother." You can almost feel the collective intake of breath from the class as they take in the sight of Larissa's bare ass, the pale skin stretching over the curves of her cheeks. "Her asshole," Mrs. Taylor continues, "is so small and tight, isn't it?" Rachel nods eagerly, her eyes glued to the spot. "It's like a cherry," she says, licking her lips, "just waiting to be popped."

The class snickers, and Larissa's face contorts with a mix of fear and humiliation. You watch as Mrs. Taylor's hand trails down Larissa's spine, coming to rest on the plump flesh of her buttocks. She gives it a gentle squeeze, making Larissa jump. "Now, let's compare," she says, spreading her own legs wide. Her thighs are slightly thicker, the result of age and childbearing. "See how much more... experienced I am?"

Anne takes the cue and steps closer, her eyes raking over Larissa's body. "Your pussy is so tight, Larissa," she says, her voice a low purr. "It's like it's never been touched before." Rachel giggles, leaning in to get a closer look. "Yeah," she agrees, "It's like a fresh peach, just begging to be plucked."

You can see the tears spilling over Larissa's cheeks as she tries to hold onto what little dignity she has left. Mrs. Taylor smiles, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and arousal. She moves to stand between Larissa's legs. "Now, let's see," Mrs. Taylor says, her voice low and seductive.

You watch as she reaches out and slides one finger inside Larissa's pussy. The room goes quiet except for Larissa's sharp intake of breath. Mrs. Taylor's eyes widen slightly, and she smiles. "It seems Larissa's hymen is still intact," she announces, her voice carrying through the room. "What a rare and precious thing."

Her finger moves in and out slowly, and you can see Larissa's body responding despite her obvious distress. Mrs. Taylor's eyes are on you as she continues to talk. "Bondage, my dear class, is about power and control," she says, her voice a purr. "It's about taking someone and making them completely at your mercy."

Her eyes never leave yours as she continues to explore Larissa's pussy, her thumb brushing against her clit. "It's about pushing boundaries, about finding new ways to make someone feel good," she says, her voice a little breathless. "And it's also about making them feel a bit... helpless."

With a sudden jerk, Rachel and Mark **** Larissa onto the bench, her naked body sprawled out for everyone to see. You can see the struggle in her eyes, the fight to maintain some semblance of dignity. But she's overpowered, and her body goes limp as she realizes she has **** but to submit to their will.

Mrs. Taylor's fingers move with surprising deftness as she ties Larissa's wrists to the wall bars, her breasts swaying with the effort. Rachel and Mark follow suit, securing her ankles to the bench, leaving her in a ****, open position. Larissa's eyes are wide with fear and embarrassment.

The room feels like it's closing in on you as the reality of the situation sets in. This isn't just a fantasy anymore—this is happening right here, right now. The sight of Larissa's naked, bound body is more than you could have ever hoped for.

Mrs. Taylor's voice brings you back to the moment as she starts explaining the next part of the lesson. "Remember, class," she says, her eyes never leaving yours, "Bondage can be uncomfortable at times. After a while, the ropes might start to bite into Larissa's delicate skin." She strokes a rope that's digging into Larissa's wrist, and the girl flinches. "But that's all part of the experience," she adds, her tone matter-of-fact. "Larissa will have to bear the pain."