Ms. Fiona's Class

tags: F/f, m/f, teen, abuse, spit, piss, humil

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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During the last class for the day, Ms Fiona called me to her desk. She was a stunningly beautiful brunette in her early thirties. Most boys on the class had a crush on her, but besides being gorgeous, she was also one cold and unpredictable bitch. You didn't fuck around in her class.

I left my seat, walking towards her as I glanced at her chest. She was wearing small white shirt today, with most of the buttons undone leaving her breasts out for all to see. Once there, she told me to go find a girl for the next demonstration.

I nodded, taking the hall pass and the note from her.

As I walked down the empty halls, I could hear a few low screams and moans coming from some of the classrooms, but it seemed like a quiet day.

As I arrived at the last classroom of the hallway, I knocked the door and waited. A deep male voice told me to come in a second later and I opened the door. Mr. Jones greeted me as I closed the door behind me.

He was an old fat man, in his late fifties. He had a jolly attitude most of the time, but rumors were that he had snuffed a few girls back before I entered the school.

‘Hello, David!’ he said. ‘How can I help you today?’

‘Hello professor. Ms. Fiona sent me for a girl.’ I told him as I gave him the note.

I looked around the room as he read it, noting the excitement of the boy and the fear in the girls. It wasn't easy being a woman this days, but freshmen year was especially hard. When a teacher needed a girl for a demonstration, they would always pick on from the freshmen.

Some teachers, like Ms. Fiona, were brutal during the classes, and more than a few girls had gone home in an ambulance, or worst, not at all.

‘Yes, I see’ he said behind me, and I turned towards him.

He made a show of looking around the room, the girls flinching under his gaze, even though we all knew that is was just a game.

‘Emily, you will go with him’ he said, and a small girl from the back gasped.

She knew better than to hesitate though, so she rose from her seat, dropping a book to the floor in her rush. She walked stiffly towards me as Mr. Jones turned his back towards her before he continued copying something on the blackboard.

Mr. Jones asked me to send his regards to Ms. Fiona as we were leaving, and I told him I would as I closed the door.

As we walked side by side, I looked at her. She had her brown hair tied into a long ponytail behind her head, and her eyes looked tired but alert. She was wearing skinny jeans and a white t shirt, along with black canvas shoes. Her small breast barely showed under the fabric, but I could see her stiff nipples poking through it.

Emily was an unlucky girl. Every time I was sent to pick up a girl, Mr. Jones would pick her up. By now she had gone through some pretty rough things, and knowing Ms. Fiona, she was in for a treat today.

As we neared my classroom, I heard her whimpering in fear. I stopped her in place, and after turning her to face me, I slapped her face hard. Her head shot to one side, but I grabbed her arm to hold her in place.

‘Shut up!’ I screamed at her, enjoying the feeling of power I had over her.

She stood still, looking at the ground as a red imprint of my hand appeared on her cheek. I saw a few tears forming in her eyes, but she remained quiet.

I lifted her chin up with one hand as I wondered if I had time for a quick fuck, but I decided to wait for another time. She must have read my mind, as she relaxed a little when I pushed her forwards once more.

Ms. Fiona looked at us as we entered. She walked towards Emily as I closed the door behind us, her heels clicking on the floor with every step.

‘Everything okay, David?’ she asked me as she turned Emily’s head to see where I had slapped her.

‘Yes, Ms. Fiona. Mr. Jones sends his regards’ I said as I waited to be dismissed.

‘How sweet of him’ she said distracted as she waved me away with one hand.

‘Strip’ she said to Emily, her voice suddenly cold and hard.

Emily flinched before looking around in hopes of finding pity, but I knew she wouldn't find it here. Resigned, she took her clothes off with trembling hands, folding them neatly and leaving them on the floor by the door.

Once I was sitting on my desk again, Angela opened my fly, taking my cock out. She pumped it under the bench and I moaned in pleasure as her fingers played with my balls.

She wasn't very keen on it, but since we were seated together it was her responsibility to take care of me. No girl in Ms. Fiona’s class would be stupid enough to piss her off on purpose.

By the time she was completely naked, Emily was trembling hard. Her nipples stood proudly in front of her, small and dark, while her skin was covered in goose bumps.

Ms. Fiona ignored her completely as she resumed her lesson while she stood awkwardly by the door. Her face became redder with every passing minute as she stood naked in front of the class, but she couldn't covered herself. Her arms hung to her sides while her eyes remained glued to the floor.

After a few minutes, Ms. Fiona asked for two volunteers and every boy in class raised his hand.

She picked me again, along with a girl that was sitting by the back named Sara. She tried, unsuccessfully, to wipe the cum that was clinging to her face but she could only spread it around. Behind her, a boy a didn't knew was grinning.

Mr. Fiona gave us some rope and we walked to the middle of the room, were a few steel loops were bolted to the linoleum floor.

Meanwhile, she had grabbed Emily by one wrist, dragging the poor girl behind her until she stood in the center.

Pushing on her shoulders, she forced her onto the floor and then made her lay on the floor. I could see her lower lip trembling as Sara stretched her arms above her head while I tied them together and then to one of the loops.

Once we were done, we tied her legs apart, forcing her legs open. I looked at her exposed cunt, remembering the time I had raped her at the beginning of the year. I can still remember how she had squealed under me as Ms. Fiona pointed out the various ways her body had reacted to the intrusion.

Ms. Fiona handed me a ring gag from behind while Sara clamped Emily’s nose shut. When she opened her mouth to breath I jammed the ring inside her mouth, forcing her jaws open until they could go no further.

I closed the strap tightly behind her while she moaned in discomfort. Once done, I rose and stood by her side.

Ms. Fiona told the whole class to form a circle around her, the boy all fighting to be in the front along with a few of the crazier girls. The rest were happy to stay behind.

Emily’s skin grew slick with sweat and the musky aroma of her cunt filled the room as Ms. Fiona explained the class what we were going to do.

I grinned as I groped the girl next to me, pinching her breast until she gasped in pain. She remained still, her eyes fixed on Emily’s face.

‘Ok, I will go first’ said Ms. Fiona, as she stepped over the bound girl.

Her breathing became fast and ragged while her eyes darted wildly around the room. For a moment I almost felt pity for her, but lust soon overwhelmed me and I just didn't care about her anymore.

Ms. Fiona squatted over her chest before she grabbed her hair, pulling from it until Emily gasped in pain and the gargled hard. I laughed as her spit landed on Emily’s face, right between her open eyes.

She closed them in reflex as the spit dribbled down over them, before looking back at Ms. Fiona with a dumb look of incomprehension.

The whole class erupted in laughter as Ms. Fiona rose, leaving the poor girl defenses on the floor..

One by one, people started spitting on her. Some did it on her chest, but most were cruel and they aimed straight into her face.

At first she didn't seem to understand what was happening. Her head would move to one side or the other when a particularly big ball of saliva hit her, but she didn't seem to know how to react.

Then, all of a sudden, she started wailing and screaming into her gag as she pulled from the ropes. I laughed even harder, before spitting towards her. I saw my spit hitting her mouth and I slapped the girl next to me on the ass in celebration, making her jump.

As her face became a mask of saliva I could hear people around me gargling before spitting on her. Soon, I could see balls of snot mixed with saliva running down her face and her breasts.

I saw her mouth filling with spit and then she started heaving. Her stomach contracting as her lungs tried to clear her mouth.

I saw her eyes squeezing shut as the saliva in her mouth shot down her throat, before rising again. She heaved hard, spewing spit and bile all over her face.

People took a step back while they continued to laugh.

Emily started crying hard as she squirmed in pain and humiliation. The vile fluid must had been burning her eyes as she blinked them rapidly, trying to clean them.

She bit hard on the gag as she screamed, her breathing uneven and desperate. While everyone around her kept spitting on her face, she kept pulling from the ropes until her hands turned purple.

I could tell by her expression that she is terrified even though this is not even close to the worst she has experienced in this class.

Her eyes lock on mine, pleading me for help but she knew it was pointless and I spat on her face just out of malice.

Slowly, people around her stopped spitting, and I realized that Ms. Fiona was talking to us.

I looked at her as Emily tensed on the floor, unsure of what would come next.

Ms. Fiona looked at Sara and told her to grab Emily’s head. She looked disgusted at the mess that covers the girl but she squatted above her head without complains.

She grimaced in disgust as she grabbed her head, and my cock started throbbing as I looked at the humiliation in her face.

Then Ms. Fiona pointed towards Jose, a fat Mexican boy that was always boasting about having snuffed a girl back in Mexico. I thought it was all bullshit, but I still talked to him as he had the best pot I ever smoked.

She motioned for him to stand over Emily as the girl looked at him in desperation.

I looked stunned as Ms Fiona opened Jose’s fly, taking out his cock. The lucky bastard smiled as she pumped his cock a couple of times before aiming it down towards Emily.

‘Jose, I want you to piss for me’ she told him.

He grinned like a cat as she looked around the room. Moaning loudly, he started peeing as Ms Fiona aimed the stream straight into the helpless girl's mouth.

Emily closed her eyes as pee splattered all over her face, and I saw Sara retching as drops landed on her arms and the smell washed over her.

I took out my cock and I started masturbating as I reveled on the sight in front of me.

As her mouth filled with pee, I saw her throat convulsing as she tried to breathe again. As before, she heaved hard, her stomach producing heavy guttural sounds as it tensed.

She puked again, spraying Sara’s face with piss and vomit. Sara screamed in horror, releasing her head and dropping on her ass as she tried to clean her face.

Emily started flopping in the floor like a fish out of the water, her head rolling from side to side as she tried to escape Jose's piss. Her breathing got even faster than before and every time she breathed out, a terrible wheezing sound escaped her mouth.

After what must have felt like an eternity to her, Jose stopped and Ms. Fiona flicked his cock, cleaning the last drops away.

He returned to the circle, high fiving a few of his friends as if he had won a contest.

Suddenly her body tensed and she remained quiet for a few seconds. A girl, pushed by another boy, spat on her face and that was enough. Her mind finally snapped by the abuse she had received and she started wailing while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Ms. Fiona stepped forward, congratulation us as she shoved one of her shoes into Emily's cunt. The poor tortured thing didn't even notice as she crushed her clit under her sole, stomping on it like she would on a cigarette butt.

The room degraded into chaos as most boys grabbed the nearest girl, dragging them away for a quick fuck before the end of the day.�

I headed straight for Sara, who was still trying to clean her face. Not caring one bit, I flipped her over until she was resting on all four and her face pointing towards Emily. As she started to argue, I grabbed her hair and kicked her arms from under her.

She collapsed on the floor, landing on a pool of vomit and spit. I could hear her gagging as I lowered her pants. I slapped her ass twice as I screamed at her to remain still. I could see her nodding stupidly as I took my cock and buried it inside her cunt.

I moaned in pleasure as I felt her warm hole closing around me. Below me, Sara pleaded at me to let her go but that only made me hornier and I started fucking her roughly, sliding my cock in and out faster and faster until I finally reach my climax.

I came hard inside her, my cum flooding her cunt as I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

After a few moments, the bell started ringing and people started passing by us on their way out.

I got up, pulling my already soft cock from her cunt. Her hole gapped open for a few seconds as I laughed.

As I looked at her I realized that the only one left on the room was Ms. Fiona, who smiled at me as she closed the door behind her.

Alone in the room, I looked at Sara who was now crying softly on the floor. Her face a disgusting mix as she laid on a pool of vomit. Next to her, Emily was lying quietly, her vacant eyes looking up as bubbles formed on her mouth with every breath she took.

I took my cell phone out and snapped a few pictures, circling the girls as I did. When I was satisfied, I realized that my bladder was painfully full. I opened up my pants again, and aiming at Sara’s face, I relaxed.

I aimed the stream around her face, cleaning the slimy mixture from her until I was empty and then I flicked the last drops from the tip.

Picking up my stuff, I left the room, closing the door and turning off the lights. Behind me, I could hear Sara whimpering.

 

 

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