In the daze of submission

Stacy limped toward the clubhouse. Dragging her schoolbag slightly, along the familiar sidewalks of suburbia. She could feel a dribble of semen leaking down the side of her mouth. Feel similar trails leaking down the inside of her thighs. She didn’t know where her panties had gone. She thought she remembered hearing them rip. Her school blouse was buttoned up wrong, one flap hanging out much lower than the other and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra over her ample young breasts clearly visible… even if her bitten nipples were not quite. Yet the sun was beaming down on the back of her head, burning off the growing fall chill. She was in a blissful world of daydreams, completely detached from the walk of apparent shame and misery it might look to the casual observer that she was trudging through.

They had been rough… Her teachers/lovers/abusers. More than any of the other men and boys who had claimed her up till now… they had simply taken what they wanted from her without any concern for her own wants or wellbeing. She couldn’t say she wanted that sort of treatment any more than the loving caress of her friends or the business-like arrangements of Mr Bank’s and co… but in and of itself… it had been an experience unlike any other she’d had so far.

Mr Chambers had slammed her against his desk with a ferocity that took her by complete surprise. She hadn’t imagined the thin man contained such strength and stamina, though she supposed the barely-contained fury had always been visibly seething beneath his demeanor. She imagined he had imagined her as a surrogate for every student who had ever made his life more difficult. Every slutty little nymphet who had poutingly talked back to him. She had taken the full brunt of all his frustration and heavily restrained desires and ridden on that storm of hate and burning hunger. The whole desk had shook and creaked, casting various pots of stationary and old empty mugs to shatter unheeded to the floor. She had just hung on for dear life and felt the bludgeoning, thumping pleasure rock through her entire body. She had come quickly and early, feeling her whole body tense with the sudden end to its patience and waiting. Yet he had simply fucked her right through that first orgasm and out the other side, the stormclouds of another already visible on the horizon.

Then Mr Gregory had got involved. The man had drawn out his cock and shoved it down her throat before she even knew what was happening. After learning to take the length of Pete, her ability to fight through the urge to gag or retch as her oesophagus was used like a torpedo tube was hardly put to its greatest test. But the man’s almost surgical precision as to how long he could bury himself to the hilt in her face without choking her unconscious was a wonder to gasp through. She would be left spluttering and wheezing after every burst of furious pistoning, her hair utilised as a handle to drag her into position. Then, just when she had almost recovered… again would come the sweat-flavoured limb to open wide and gulp at. Tears dripped from her face, but she didn’t feel sad or emotionally violated. Only amazed that both her body and his could unite in such punishing treatment. By the time he came a trail from the back of her throat to her lips, she was a burbling fountain of dripping juices: saliva, tears and semen. Somewhere behind, Mr Chambers had also reached his limit, pouring her womb full of babypaste. They hadn’t even asked if she was using contraception. She blearily imagined this being the moment it failed.

Neither was done there yet though. Stacy slid off the desk to her knees. The pair of them stood talking in hushed whispers above, but she hadn’t the brainpower left to listen. Two half-deflated cocks hung nearby… she reached out to hang onto them for stability. The two men looked down in befuddled amazement: that she would return to those fonts so quickly. Soon enough those shafts in her hands had grown stiff again. She had began stroking them back into action, simply because that was what one did with a penis. The next round involved an exploration of her rectum. She felt the two teachers meet in her middle. From there to this point of her walking home… everything became a little more blurry.