Rape, Scat, Teacher, Schoolgirl, Spanking, Extortion, Generally Evil content, fantasy is Fantasy, Don’t blame me if you don’t like it.  

Bai walked nervously down the hallway, her slender, black furred legs taking small tip-toed steps as they tried to not sway the seemingly impossibly small skirt she wore.  She was nervous enough about wearing the garment when her friend dared her, lifting it several times to be sure the sewn in shorts were actually there, and she nearly fainted when she came out of her after Gym Class shower to find those shorts cut out!

Practical jokes were always a worry for the flat-footed Red Panda, her school being mostly attended by digitigrade or even four-footed students, but she never thought Lydia, the Snow Leopard whom had befriended her a few years before, would ever be a part of something so humiliating!  It made it worse that the feelings that the barely developing eleven year old was just starting to understand were all too present in her body.

The next two classes had been bad.  Not only because she was horrified to think how easy it would be for somebody to see under the almost pointless strip of lacy fabric, but also because it was still in the rules that a young lady that forgot her panties could be punished with paddle, cane, or strap at a teacher’s discretion, and there was actually no set limit to the punishment!

The day went from bad to worse, however, when she realized it was time for History Class.  Mr. Jubal was her number one crush in her life so far, the tall, lithe African Wild Dog dominating her dreams and fantasies since school had gone back in session a month before.  Sometimes she wondered if she was going to be able to keep her sanity as his rich baritone voice echoed in her head.  Just the thought of having to survive a half an hour of the sensual torture today turned the warmth in her bare groin to a tingling like she had inherited the fleas of the last three generations!

She tried to not stare at the beautiful markings flowing out of his short sleeved shirt as she made her way to her assigned seat right in front of his desk, and didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that he would be in the front of her History classes for at least two, and maybe as many as three more years!

She almost did curse when she noticed the test pamphlet sitting on the desks.

“Alright, class!”  She was immediately mesmerized by his voice, and the itch in her crotch turned nearly irresistible  “Please have a good stretch and take your seats!  The test should take an average of fifteen minutes, but I’ll give you the whole period to do it.  When you finish early, please bring the pamphlet to me, then return to your desk.  You may read or do other classwork if you like, but I can’t let you leave the room today.

“Are there any questions before we start?  Yes, Thomas?”

“Is this a hard era for you to teach, Mr. Jubal?”

Bai had joined the rest of the class in their incredulous gasps and stares at the Wolf’s questions

“No, no, calm down, it’s a valid question!”  Came the amused reply  “To be honest, it’s a bit odd for me.  According to my Great Grandmother, her Grandparents were brought here to be slaves, but their ship was traversing United State’s waters when the Emancipation Proclamation was signed, so they were diverted to Ellis island and accepted as immigrants.

“She also said there was another ship that had been sailing within sight behind them that, upon seeing what was happening to the lead ship, turned away out of US waters, presumably toward another country where they could sell their cargo.

“So yes, it does get a bit weird for me to talk about events that were narrowly avoided by one side of my family, had completely immersed another, and were completely avoided by others that sought asylum in The US in later years.

“Anything else?  Good, begin!”

Bai had lost herself in his chocolate brown eyes as he was speaking, a habit she was all too much into, but at least she normally retained what he said, even if she had to borrow notes after class to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

She started through the test quickly, the answers coming easily, until she decided to raise her head to stretch.  Mr. Jubai sat relaxed at his desk right in front of her, his fur seeming to shine in the sunlight that streamed through the window.

All the feelings that had been building all day came to a crescendo that nearly made her moan and climax as the object of her lust seemed to float within arms reach.  She had to scratch herself and found herself to be downright wet between her legs.  Her hand lingered for a moment, her legs spread perilously wide, as she tried to catch her breath while one of her favorite fantasies came unbidden to her mind.  She had no idea how long she’d been like that when he looked directly into her eyes, then back down to her fully exposed crotch, her fingers still teasing at the wet folds.

She tried to cover up in a panicked frenzy that she was sure had alerted the entire class to her predicament, then returned to her test, finding it a little harder to concentrate through a red haze she was sure was the glow of her humiliation.

“Alright, should be about thirty seconds to the bell, go ahead and gather your things.  All those who haven’t already, please put your pamphlets on my desk on the way out and have a good weekend.

Bai had been done with hers for several minutes now, but hadn’t been able to make herself get up to put it in the indicated place

“Ms Ling, a word with you after class, if I could.”

Bai looked at the smiling faces as they left, all except Lydia, the Snow Leopard not seeming to be able to look her direction.

Once the classroom was empty, the Wild Dog motioned her around his desk  “So, how far did we get?”

She looked him through a still burning face “Umm, I finished the test...”

She ended with a squeal as he leaped forward and quickly had her tucked under his arm

“DON’T be COY with ME, young LADY!”  His hand landed on her practically bare behind at each emphasized word, he pausing only to get her tail tucked under his arm “AND don’t PLAY ME FOR a FOOL!”

She screamed at every impact, and quickly dissolved into sobbing pleas for him to stop.  His hands, seemingly so soft when seen, left burning sting at every impact like they were made out of the hardest wood, and she was sure he was already leaving bruise.

“I’VE been TEACHing STAR-struck TEENagers for FAR TOO LONG to not be able to DIFFerENtiATE a FUCK ME LOOK from a YOU’RE FUCK-ING ME LOOK and YOU! HAD! A! YOU’RE! FUCK-ING! ME! LOOK! ON! YOUR! FACE!”

She would have sworn that he had grabbed paddle for the last barrage, except that he didn’t seem to have to put anything down before turning her back around and shoving her into a corner, positioning her hands behind her head.

“Don’t even think about moving, do you hear me?”

She tried to say “Yes, Sir,” but it turned into a screech as he slapped her bottom hard again.  As a seeming afterthought, he unfastened the above the tail button of the tiny skirt, her humiliation burning hotter than her spanked posterior as the thin fabric fell into a pool around her feet.  A couple more hard slaps, and she was alone.

She didn’t know how long it took her to stop crying, but she hadn’t been calmed down for long before soft hands started massaging her aching buttocks.

“So.  Let’s try this again.  How far did we get?”

Bai pulled in a ragged breath and wished her libido would calm down, but as scared as she was, her insides wouldn’t quit quivering.

“Y-you shouldn’t be doing that.  Y-ouuu shouldn’t even be sp-spanking me with your hand!”

The deep chuckle vibrated her entire body  “You are right there.  Perhaps I should pull out the strap the next time you misbehave, then.

“Now, since you don’t seem to want to tell me your fantasy, let me tell you mine.  It starts out with a tiny lady entering my classroom.  You see, I like small ladies.  As a matter of fact, if someone would develop a way to make a seven year old smell like a developing or developed female, I’d probably be a hardcore pedophile.”

His hands roamed up and around her hips, finding their way into the softer, darker fur of her belly as he talked, and as much as the frightened girl tried to ignore them, her body betrayed her again.

“Honestly, I never let myself even dream that a beautiful example of something so exotic as a Red Panda would ever be the one to walk into my classroom, so she was usually something of the order of Raccoon or small cat.

“Regardless, I put her in the front row center, using the excuse that I needed to be able to see the whole class from my desk, so the shortest had to occupy that seat.  Oh yes, my dear, this fantasy is actually the reason I chose Intermediate level education for my Master’s studies!

“She would always give me a valid reason to make her stay after class.”  By then, his hands temporarily abandoned her belly to start slowly unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up  “Once we were alone, I would spank her bottom and send her to the corner while I did some paperwork.  I’d look up and see the poor thing, shivering in the corner, and I would stand and come over, fully intending to lead her to the door and let her go, but as I get closer, her smell is simply intoxicating!”

There were two buttons left fastened on her blouse, the ones right over the tiny cones that served as breasts for her right now, and started slowly sliding back down her front

“You see, I hadn’t taken into account that she probably wouldn’t have experienced any truly bad things in her sheltered life, and all of those unfamiliar feelings; extreme pain, intense humiliation, extreme fear,”  His tongue seemed to molest the next two words as his throat formed them  “Sexual arousal.  Her young mind barely knew what these things were, much less how to tell them apart.  Therefore,”

His hands barely missed her unprotected slit as they slid past, his body pressing against hers as he bent further to reach down to the insides of her thighs.  She couldn’t help but moan as all those things he mentioned flared hotter, the excess of emotion going straight to her groin, her tingling, no, downright burning vagina releasing more drops of lubrication into the already matted fur her teacher was wetting his fingers in.

His baritone voice, already electric for her to hear, now came from right outside of her ear, his breath violating her ear canal as his tone vibrated all the way down to her toes “Every bit of emotion she felt went straight to her pussy.

“What was I to do?  I’m just your average guy, and there the little whore was, radiating the most intoxicating cocktail a male could smell!  Of course I had to turn her around and give her a kiss!”

She found herself being spun around, one of his hands forcing its way underneath hers to grab the hair on the back of her head, the other wrapping tightly around her waist.  His eyes so captivated hers, even when her entire being wanted to run, that the only reason she noticed he had taken his shirt off was because his stiffer fur was forcing its way through hers and tickling at her skin.

“Of course, in my fantasy, the girl knees me in the crotch and tries to run, but I’m able to grab her blouse.  It rips off, but that gives me time to clout her hard across the face, her eye immediately swelling shut, and when she falls, I kick her in the ribs just for good measure, before beating her near unconscious with my belt.  Are you going to try to run for me, my dear?  Hmm?”

She shook her head, and her words barely squeaked out “No.  No, Sir!”

He bent down to touch his muzzle to hers, pausing when she didn’t respond  “This is where you part your muzzle, my dear.  This is going to a lover’s kiss, not a father’s kiss.  Just a little more, that’s it!”

Somehow, his voice coming from a point just off of her own nose calmed her fear, and as he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, she began to forget her humiliation.  She was right where she wanted to be, right where she’d been wanting to be since she saw the beautiful male, and she had almost completely lost herself in her fantasy again when the last voice of reason she had left cut though the haze.

“Get your arms back up!  Put your foot back on the floor, now!”

Mr. Jubal stepped back and started undoing his belt

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  Please, no, don’t beat me, please!  I’m sorry!”

Fear and humiliation returned tenfold as she forced herself to stand with her hands behind her head.

“Spread your feet!  Wider!  Shoulder width, and stand up straight or I swear I’ll beat you until I can’t swing my arm anymore!”  He stepped closer, his hand reaching down between her thighs, she letting out a squeak and her tears flowing in earnest when he finally gave himself the luxury of running a finger through her virgin slit  “Why are you trying to protect this now, hmm?  You gave me a good five minute show before you realized I was watching.  You even gave me several good looks at this little fuckpit.  Virgin, I assume?  First generation American, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t, your parents would have you shipped back to the old country where you’d die in a brothel.”

She bawled and shook at his words, and confusion set in again as he licked at her tears.  He let her start to calm down before his voice tickled her body once again  “Would you like to have a blouse to wear home, or would you prefer to have to try to tie enough shreds together to cover these?”

She whimpered when his hands brushed over her barely concealed breasts, but answered in a tiny, shaky voice “Please don’t tear my blouse, Sir.”

“Then take it off and drop it on the floor”

Her tears were flowing again, and she was once again proven wrong that she couldn’t be more humiliated without passing out, but she did as she was told, then struggled to put her arms back behind her head.

“Very good!  Are you ready to try the kiss again?”

His tone was truly that of a teacher proud of his student’s accomplishments, and pride and humiliation warred inside her as he bent to kiss her.  It should have felt good, being in the arms of a man she wanted to be her lover, it should have been wonderful to feel their fur cross and mingle, but all she felt was shame and fear as his tongue violated her mouth and seemed to try to trigger her gag reflex

“So nice!  Now, get on your knees, and don’t forget how much pain I can put you through if you don’t obey me.  Good girl.  Now undo my pants.”

She fumbled with the zipper and button.  Her hands would have been shaking and her head spinning enough if she didn’t know what he was going to expect, but unfortunately for her, even though she was inexperienced, she wasn’t naive.  She was once again crying when the shaft of red flesh came into view.

She looked up into his smiling face and the anticipation and lust she saw told her she’d better give him what he expected.  Her hand reached over and he sucked in a breath as she wrapped it around the almost searingly hot flesh.  It made her feel dirty, especially when the thick fluid that seeped out of it soaked into the fur on her hands, but she could handle it at this point, she just hated what she’d be expected to do next.  She stalled as long as possible, but upon another glance at his lustful face, she steeled herself to the inevitable and leaned forward to take him in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes!  Suck it, slut!  Suck it good!”

She thought she had finally become numb to everything, but his words lit the fire of her humiliation anew, and she nearly chocked as she began crying again.

“Well, if you’re going to be gagging anyway...”

He grabbed the sides of her head and thrust fully into her mouth, her gag reflex kicking in fully when he hit the back of her throat.  He pulled out long enough to let her stomach empty onto the floor, then thrust back in, this time actually penetrating her throat before it had a chance to push him back out.  It was hard to breath around him, and she thought for a moment he was going to let her pass out, but he pulled out and let her get several good breaths as he stroked himself

“Open your mouth, slut, and keep it open!  Oh, gods, yes!”

He began squirting jets of even thicker fluid across her tongue and onto her face.  She knew exactly what it was and began sobbing even harder knowing he’d just taken a bit of her virginity, and she wished she could be confident that he would be happy with what he took.

“Get up.”  she did as she was told.  “Sit on your desk and lay back”  Again, she complied.

It didn’t even occur to her that she was still wearing her shoes, and she felt even more exposed all over when he pulled them off her feet  “Oh good, no socks!”  He took a deep sniff of each shoe before setting to work licking her newly bared feet.  As much as it should have been empowering to have somebody licking her feet, especially the soles, it increased her humiliation and made her feel even more violated and dirty as he licked them until she thought he was trying to lick the fur off.

“Need to do some work, grab your ankles and stay just like that!”

He left her laying on her back, feet propped upon the desk’s surface, her knees bent and spread as wide as possible, her arms laying flat along her sides, her hands gripping the insides of her ankles.

He returned to grading his papers, looking up occasionally to enjoy the view of her completely exposed crotch, the tiny hole continuing to ooze in anticipation of an event that the entirety of the rest of her being was desperately clinging to a hope that wouldn’t happen.

Her torture dragged on for what seemed like forever before he stood back up and stretched as he walked around to lean on the front of his desk.  She wondered if it would be possible to run, but she was sure he would catch her easily, and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a beating like he’d described earlier.

“It’s going to be so nice, you know?  That is, for me at least.  Spending the next three years seeing your face sitting in that seat and remembering you like this.  I will, of course, be getting a refresher every Wednesday, at least.  Because that’s one of the days your parents know you’ll be spending time after school in extracurricular activities anyway.  How convenient that they’re not mandatory so your parents will never know you...switched activities.  Convenient for both of us, right?”

She nodded her head  “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, are you ready for that little pussy to be fucked?”

She shook her head  “No-o-o...” was all she got out before dissolving into tears

She felt herself being pulled to the edge of the desk and felt his body between her legs.  Her fear turned into Fight or Flight panic when she felt the hot tip at her opening, but it was too late.  Even if she wasn’t well lubricated with her own juices, the squirt of fluid his body released into her just ahead of his first thrust would have made it impossible to keep him blocked out.

Her groin erupted in fiery pain as her hymen ripped and his whole shaft thrust deep inside of her.  She thought she had been torn in two by that initial thrust, but the feeling that a burning log was being thrust inside her again and again made it clear that she had unfortunately not been.

She screamed and cried, begging him to stop, but he kept humping.  She tried to let the pain and humiliation overwhelm her and pass out, but it seemed like he knew exactly how rough he could be without giving her that asylum.

She could barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through her ears and the wet slurping and farting noises coming from their coupling, but his baritone rumbles assured her of what a good time he was having and how good of a slut she was to give herself to him like this.

Finally, as the last bit of struggle and resistance left her body, the promise of mental numbness was delayed by a new feeling of being stretched followed by a hot warmth that seemed to fill her like a balloon.

“How’s that for a first date, huh?  You’re going to be feeling that for a few days, I’m sure!  What’s that?  No reply?  No matter.  Just know that my sperm is swimming all through your pussy, and has probably completely filled your womb by now.  Don’t worry, I can’t get you pregnant, but that won’t stop your parents from sending you back to the old country, or Lydia’s parent from sending her back if they get a copy of the video of that little Slow Leopard tramp letting her boyfriend feel her up behind the tennis courts.

“Yes, that’s why she did what she did, Bai, so don’t be too hard on her.  In fact, you might want to stay on good terms, I’m sure it will be better if you’re still friends when you’re munching on each other’s pussies for me.”

She was hearing his words, but she was beyond caring, beyond crying.  If he told her he was going to kill her now, she probably would have welcomed it.  If he told her he was going to cut off her tail as a trophy, she wouldn’t have put up a struggle even as the hedge trimmers found their way around it.  Even as the door opened and Lydia stepped in, she didn’t feel anything.

“It’s about time you showed up.”  Somehow that baritone managed to wake something up inside of her, and she was able to feel pity for her best friend as the Snow Leopard looked back at the violated Red Panda.

“Bai, I’m sorry!  I’m so, so sorry!  I...”

The resonating voice that overrode whatever was going to come next brought Bai’s body back to a tingling that she wished she didn’t find pleasant  “Don’t tell her show her!  Come on, get your clothes off and use that feline tongue of yours to clean her face.  Her tears and my cum have made it a mess, don’t you think?”

Lydia’s hands moved like she was hoping it was all a joke, but Mr. Jubal simply grinned as the other girl’s shirt slowly opened and moved from the spectacular spotted hide and put on a nearby desk.  Spectacular.  Yes, that’s how she always saw Lydia.  Those asymmetrical grey spots on impossibly white fur that looked so luxuriously thick!

“Hurry up, Lydia, somebody is looking forward to this as much as me!  Unless you would rather run, but then certain videos might just get into the wrong paws”

Bai didn’t notice how much her breathing had quickened again and how her pussy was painfully twitching again until Mr. Jubal had mentioned it.  She surprised herself with a quick bark of a laugh when it occurred to her that there were at least two quivering pussies in the room before starting to cry again.

Once again, it should have been a wonderful experience, having Lydia’s rough tongue licking away her dried tears and Mr. Jubal’s drying seed, but it just made her feel more dirty and violated as the voice that still stirred feelings she didn’t want encouraged the crying Snow Leopard as she cleaned and smoothed her friend’s facial fur.

“Alright, good enough for now.  Come around here, I’m about to deflate.  Anything you don’t catch when I do, you’re licking off the floor.”

Lydia cried harder when she saw what was already on the floor  “She’s bleeding!  You’re killing her!”

Mr. Jubal let loose a full throated laugh “No, no, she’s fine, girl!  Well, she’s going to be hurting for a while, but girls almost always bleed at least a little their first time, and as hard as I fucked your friend here, assuming she’s still your friend after you sold her out, it’s no wonder there’s a more than usual.  Now hurry and get underneath, I’m pulling out.”

Bai heard a gurgling gasp as the pressure inside her released.

“Wow, that is a lot of blood!  Get your tongue up here so I can see”  Bai shivered and moaned as the rough tongue started gently lapping at her over-sensitized private flesh  “Well, you’re doing something right, maybe she will be able to forgive you.”

Did she actually hear relief in Mr. Jubal’s voice in the next statement?  “See?  No pouring blood, just a bit of seepage, she’ll be fine in a couple days, keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Now you, my little private slut, are going to clean me.  Or, more specifically, my cock.”  He had walked in front of her and the aforementioned cock was shoved at her face.  Bai didn’t resist at all, but parted her muzzle to let him place it in her mouth, the tastes of her own juices and blood, as well as the familiar taste of his seed, making an oddly intoxicating mixture.

She had to wonder what was wrong with her as he began to hump, easily entering her throat since her gag reflex was still numbed from before.  She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but she could feel her libido rise again as her best friend licked away at her crotch and surrounding area, and her rapist’s cock softened in her mouth, slowly losing a flavor that she humiliatingly wanted more of.

“That’s enough!  Now both of you, face to the blackboard, hands behind your heads.  Lydia, help Bai, she’s going to need it!”

He was right.  Bai’s legs would barely support her, both because of the pain she was in and because Mr. Jubal had stopped Lydia just as Bai was building to an orgasm.  As Lydia helped her to the blackboard, she was continually muttering “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”  Bai tried to placate her friend, and wanted so much to tell her she understood the ramifications if she hadn’t complied with Mr. Jubal’s demands, but she could barely force a tiny “It’s okay” between painful steps.

They stood facing the blackboard, listening to the sounds of Mr. Jubal getting dressed, then opening drawers and cabinets.  After several minutes, his voice made both of the girls jump.

“Lydia, you’re first.  Get over here!”

“Lydia Simmons, your actions, or if you’d prefer inactions, when you allowed your boyfriend to feel you up on school property, were completely inappropriate and your careless foolishness led to enabling me to trap and rape your best friend.  Twenty strikes with the belt should do it.  Lay across her desk.  Bai, turn around.”

Bai cried for her friend as she watched Lydia being bound to the desk.  She wanted to scream that it wasn’t her fault, that he should let her go, but she knew Lydia felt she’d done wrong and needed to be punished anyway.  Without any resistance from the girl, Mr. Jubal had her quickly restrained

“Good girl.  Do you think twenty is going to be enough?”

“No-o-o” came the shaky reply

“Well, then, you’re just going to have to live with some guilt for a while, because that’s all you’re getting tonight.”

The first strike fell with a sound like a gun shot and Lydia, usually fairly stoic about pain, screamed loud.  Each consecutive strike brought a new scream from the girl, the third one actually bringing her to full crying.  Bai had witnessed Lydia’s father giving the girl several beltings, taking a few herself when they got in trouble together, and even at seven years old, the stout cat was able to take it unrestrained and with only light tears, but even last year Bai had to be held when it came her turn.

She should have been crying, but instead she was drooling out of her pussy, watching her sexy friend tied helpless and feeling pain beyond what she could handle, but just like every time before even knowing she was next didn’t stop her from tingling at the sight of the white furred bottom flexing and bouncing.  Remembering Lydia’s tongue between her legs brought her focus to the cat’s slit when Mr. Jubal walked to the other side after ten hard lashes, and her humiliation deepened as her libido increased as the belt began falling again.

All too quickly, or not quickly enough, the twentieth lash landed, Lydia nearly unresponsive to it’s impact, and Mr. Jubal waved Bai to approach as he loosened the straps that held the cat firm.

“Go ahead, Bai.  Hug her.  Tell her she’s a good kitty for letting herself be punished”

Bai thought she was going to climax as their naked bodies pressed together, her hands unable to stay above the long, luxurious tail as she murmured what she hoped were placating words in her best friend’s ear.  The heat of her bottom was incredible, and she could understand why Lydia hadn’t been able to keep her composure.  She didn’t think her father had ever even come close to beating her as hard as Mr. Jubal just had, and her friend had to be hurting.  She realized Lydia’s hands had dropped under her tail, and she enjoyed the moments of camaraderie, feeling closer to the other girl than she ever had, even though she did indirectly get her into the worst day of her life.  Mr. Jubal allowed it to continue until Lydia was mostly calmed down.

“Alright Bai, it’s your turn.”

Lydia started crying anew  “No!  She doesn’t deserve it!  Please, she’s been through enough already, I’ll take her beating!  Please, beat me instead of her!”

Mr. Jubal smiled benignly at the girl  “No.  I had my fun beating your sexy ass, and if you try to stop me further bruising her hot little ass, I’ll beat it until it glows red through her fur.  Now stand over there.”

Lydia stepped aside as Bai numbly laid where her friend had just been.  It wasn’t worth fighting, so she just let her teacher bind her wrists below the seat before pulling her knees under and to either side of the table portion, then bind her tail tightly above her rump.  His finger slid up her abused, but still very aroused slit and teased at her anus several times

“You may as well sit down, Lydia, suddenly I’m very hard again.”

Bai looked over her shoulder to see her friend gingerly slide into the next seat before the tears started flowing again at the sound of a pair of pants being removed.

“I’ll tell you what, Lydia, since I’m going to go ahead and do this...”  Bai was momentarily confused at the sound of a sharp, but definitely lighter sound like the strap falling on her friends bottom before the burning sting flared in her posterior  “I’ll use my belt for Bai’s strapping.”

She gasped and cried out at the second impact, closing her eyes and waiting far longer than she expected to for the third lash.  Even though it landed heavily and stung hotly, she still didn’t break down.  The fourth and fifth also failed to break her, and she was given a respite when her tormenter bent to taste her oozing slit, his tongue occasionally brushing and pressing against her poop hole in his careless caress of her no longer virgin pussy.

He stood and slowly delivered the next five before treating her to another good tonguing, once again making her feel dirty and used.

His muzzle disappeared from her nether regions and she once again felt his hot shaft pushing into her.  She let out a moaning cry, stuck between pain and pleasure, neither of which she wanted, but was powerless to stop.  He hilted and started humping straight away, his strokes aggravating every nerve and wound that had begun to numb and heal.

He started picking up the pace, taking the longest possible strokes.  Bai had just enough time to realize he had fallen out, feeling her body relax in response, when suddenly new pain flared in a different place.

“No, NO!  Get it out!  GET IT OUT, PLE-E-EASE!  AAAAAAAHH!”

She howled and cried as he continued to pound the last of her virginity into oblivion.  She was once again reminded of what horrible, searing pain felt like, the flame quickly consuming her psyche and draining her energy.  He continued to pound with long, strong strokes, Bai even losing the strength to cry as the torturous penetration went on and on.

“Damn it!  After painting your face and filling your cunt, I just can’t...”  She could barely hear him, or feel his weight shifting so he was laying on her back, but she was all too aware of a sudden painful empty feeling.  “Whoops, put this back in there, yes, this is better!”

He started humping again, Bai moaning but unable to do anything beyond lay still and drool, hoping for it to end soon.  Mercifully, or possibly sadistically, since she was so close to passing out, Mr. Jubal was soon barking and cursing as he began filling her with a surprising amount of cum before his knot even got to full swell.

“May as well get to work, Lydia.  There’s bound to be a lot of mess to clean up.”  He sounded winded, but satisfied

“Ah, you beautiful little whore, I am SO going to enjoy the next few years!  I think I might go ahead and have you redo a few past tests and assignments so I can talk to your parents about some after school tutoring.  Don’t worry, though, we’re not going to do this every night, I don’t want to wear you out, after all!  You sound as good as you feel when I’m fucking your tight little holes!  Besides, if I was just going to use you until you were worthless, you may as well be sent to a brothel in China!

“I think we’ll do the same with you, Lydia.  It’s nice to not have to worry about getting a naked, cum-soaked slut to the showers after using her up for the evening.  Besides, you make a cute couple, and I can’t wait to see Bai in your crotch!  I’m going to make myself, though.  Bai needs to have one shred of pride to hold on to for a while!”

More than a little against her will, Bai felt herself becoming more aware as he rambled on about how he was going to be using her, and the games she and Lydia would be playing to entertain him.  The feel of Lydia’s tongue on her pussy and around her stretched sphincter was wonderful, though, and noticed her friend’s gagging had mostly stopped when she licked at the latter.

“Get ready, kitty-cat, here comes the mess!”  She hated that his voice was still so intoxicating, and missed the days that it was luxurious and seductive instead of penetrating and violating.

She heard lydia gag again as she felt that horrible emptiness again.  Not that she wanted Mr. Jubal’s cock inside her any longer, but she could swear the whole world could see into her core through a foot-wide anus

“Choke it down, girl!  Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.  Or worry if you’d prefer, I’m sure getting to like eating another girl’s poop wasn’t high on your list of life ambitions.”

Bai felt her head being lifted and gagged at the taste of her own scat.  “That’s right, fuckdoll, that’s what your own poop tastes like.  Good thing you’re already familiar with the taste of your own blood, right?”

Bai did her best to get him clean, hoping she was right this time that he couldn’t hurt her worse, or cause her any more humiliation.

“Ok, enough, enough!  Lydia, untie her feet!”  She didn’t know what happened, but suddenly he was quickly untying her arms and releasing her tail  “Can you stand?  Slowly, now, Lydia, get on that side, help her.”

Bai leaned heavily on the Snow Leopard as Mr. Jubal moved in front of her.

“Look at me, Bai, look in my face.”  She lifted her chin to look up at his face.  She felt nothing, absolutely nothing, as she looked up at a suddenly concerned black muzzled face.  “I’m sorry, Bai, I took you so much further than I should have!  Are you in there, Honey?  Come on, say something.”

She opened her mouth, not sure what to say, but suddenly the entirety of what had happened crashed in on her and she collapsed in howling sobs.  She was helpless to stop the wave after wave of fear, humiliation, and helplessness.  She screamed, gasped for breath, and screamed again, each lungful of air being painfully depleted before survival instinct forced her body to pull in another dose of precious oxygen.

“Bai?  Wake up, we need to go.  Mr. Jubal called our parents and told them we’ve been doing extra studying, but we need to get home soon.”

Bai opened her eyes to find she’d been moved to the back of the classroom, Lydia by her side and Mr. Jubal sitting behind his desk.

She couldn’t believe how much she hurt, and how deep that hurt went.  She was still very aware of what caused all that pain, but right now it just didn’t seem to matter.  She struggled to an upright position with Lydia’s help, and suddenly realized they were both very naked as they made their way between the rows of desks.  Her nakedness became all consuming as they reached the front of the classroom, and she couldn’t help but to cover herself as much as possible with her arms.  She also felt all the more dirty that his voice still made her insides quiver and her groin tingle.

“I suggest you pull yourself together, Ms. Ling.  We’ve all got a lot to lose if your parents find out you’ve been used in every way possible.  And if I go down because you can’t face what happened, your parents and Lydia’s parent’s are getting copies of all the videos I’ve taken.

“That’s right, not just the video of Lydia letting her boyfriend feel her up, but I have several views of all the action that happened here today, so your parents can know exactly how you so completely lost your virginity, and as much as you might think you were screaming in pain the whole time, you were also moaning like a cheap whore.

“Lydia, get her dressed, then get dressed yourself.”

Bai tried to walk normally, but she was still in so much pain.  She whined as she realized she would have to make her way to the barn on Lydia’s family farm in the tiny, pantiless skirt.  She was feeling so dirty and so used, especially knowing there was video of her indignations, that she would likely feel as exposed in a snowsuit, much less the tiny skirt that left her violated crotch exposed to the world.

“Oh, and Lydia?  Let me see your skirt.”  He grabbed the tiny garment off of her and tore the concealing panty out of it before tossing it back  “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to wear them to school every day, but I will expect you two to show up wearing sexy little things like that at least once or twice a week, and I’d better see each of your little pussies in class when you do.

“Now get out of my classroom.”

Bai leaned far heavier on Lydia than she would have preferred, especially since there were still quite a few other students around.  What seemed like a two day ordeal to her was apparently only a few hours, with at least the last one being a nap.

She swore that every person that saw her, be they student or staff, automatically knew what happened, everything that she had done, and her crotch still tingled far too much in response to the heat radiating from her face.  It took all of the strength that nap had given her to keep from breaking down and crying again before she and Lydia entered the concealment of the woods that separated the school grounds from their homes.