Well, what else to do?

Gina sighed silently. What choise but to comply did she have? Explain to the principal, that the Universe had cast a curse on her? Laughable. Refuse? Out of the question for obvious reasons. "Yes, Mrs Principal." Gina finally said and leaned forward over the desk.

"Spread your legs, young miss. Three feet apart, to the very least." Ilsa began to feel a pulsating tickle between her legs. She fully enjoyed being able to finally give the stubborn little upper-class girl what she so badly deserved.

Gina swallowed hard, and did as she was told. She slid her legs apart and pushed her naked ass up in the air. The cool air of the room caressed her swollen pussy lips. She felt Ilsa's damp breath hit her anal opening.

Ilsa smirked. "Oh my, such a tight little butt hole. I definitely think a little Vaseline is needed. Wouldn't want it to hurt, would we?"

Gina had never felt such utter shame, such complete humiliation. Naked, exposed, at display like a little toy. About to have her butt hole entered and dominated by a..."

Gina moaned as the cool Vaseline cream was smeared on her rectum. She felt her butt muscles go numb and her tight hole open up, ready to be filled by Ilsa's fingers.

"Well, it seems I am all out of gloves. What a pity. Would you have me call one of the students, and have them bring me couple? Or would you rather I pop your anal hymen au naturell?" There was an obvious tone of ill-concealed mockery in Ilsa's voice.

Gina's voice croaked "I... Please don't bring anyone in her, Mrs Principal. Please don't..." She could feel her eyes full up with tears of dread and shame.

"Don't ask me what NOT to do, young miss. Ask me kindly, well-mannered and humble, what you DO want me to do." Ilsa answered sternly.

"Puh... Please enter mah... My butt hole au naturell, Mrs Principal. Please pop my anh... Please pop my anal hymen without gloves, Mrs Principal."

Without further ado, Ilsa firmly pressed her right index finger into Gina's rectum. Gina gasped in pain and humiliation but at the same time felt how her pussy began to flow with horny juices. Her giant clit began to tremble in the air. The piercing clanked as it hit the principal's desk.

Ilsa finger-fucked Gina's ass with frenzy, and soon she thrust another finger into the ill-mannered girl's once tight hole. "We probably have to stretch the hole properly, so I get a clear view. Surely it sounds good, little miss?"

"Ah! Yes, Mrs Principal. Oh! Please stretch me out good. Please hurry, it hurts!" Gina dared nothing more than to say whatever Ilsa asked. At the same time as Gina begged Ilsa to end the ****, the room was filled with the smell of Gina's horny pussy.

A third finger was pressed into Gina, who to her great horror felt how an orgasm began to build up in her body. "Oh, please no! Not an analgasm!"

Suddenly Ilsa stopped finger fucking Gina, and pulled her fingers out of Gina's ass. "Nothing there to see, as far as I understand. No hidden ****. Absolutely no tightness. Not now anymore."

Gina sobbed in silence. She could feel her ass screaming for more of the painful pleasure, and how the inside of her thighs became sticky from pussy juices flowing from her pussy.

Ilsa studied the naked, humiliated, horny and ill-mannered girl. She rubbed herself between her legs, on the outside of her skirt, and pondered what to do next...