Other Institutions: First Day At Boarding School: Chapter 5

Punishment

Rebecca ate slowly, not wanting to even think about her appointment with Headmaster Johnson. The other girls left her alone as if she had a disease, Rebecca hoping that it would get better after orientation, if that is what you could actually call a series of continuous rapes. She looked at her watch, ten minutes to seven, quickly cleaning up her tray and racing down the hall to the Headmaster's office. She knocked on the door, a gruff voice telling her to enter. She had hoped he would be in a better mood.

She looked up at the clock just before it struck seven. "Good evening, Headmaster Johnson," trying to get off on the right foot.

"Yes, on time; that is good, Rebecca. How did you like your classes?" His cock grew harder as he looked at her eighteen-year-old body, large, firm tits, nice ass and a pair of long legs. And her big lips made his cock dance in excitement at the thought of them wrapped around his cock.

Rebecca didn't know what to say. She didn't learn anything except that she had to obey anything they wanted. And she was left hanging, Doctor Jones not letting her cum when he ass fucked her. "Okay," she managed to stammer.

"Over here," motioning her into the next room, more of a training room than an office. "Take off your clothes, Rebecca." Headmaster Johnson blatantly stroked his cock as he watched her obey without question. First her blouse, the thin bra already revealing hard nipples pushed out beneath it. Then came the bra, her full breasts straining the bra as she reached back to unhook it. He caught a moment of shame as she held the bra over her breasts, but a stern look was all that was needed to get her compliance. The bra was put on the chair with her blouse, her hands at her sides as he ogled her firm, youthful flesh. Her nipples were like tiny pebbles, begging to be touched, but he had more sinister plans for the sensitive tips.

She was ashamed that her nipples were so hard, but she needed to cum, Doctor Johnson bringing her to the edge but denying her satisfaction. The skirt fell to the floor, Rebecca kicking it over to the side. She looked at Headmaster Johnson, his hand on the front of his pants stroking his cock as he watched her strip naked. She bent over, self-conscious as her breasts hung down, slipping her panties down her legs. She lifted each leg, stepping out of her panties, picking her skirt up and putting both of them on the chair. She stood back up, her hands at her sides, her thighs tightly clenched together; though she knew her pussy was wet. She waited for him to say something. Anything.

"Lie down on the floor. On your belly."

She kneeled down, finally lying face down. Was he going to fuck me in the ass again? All of them had this perverted desire to stick their cocks up her ass in spite of the pain of taking something that big and hard up her tiny hole.

Headmaster Johnson looked at her firm ass cheeks, the gentle crack down the middle, her legs together as if she could somehow stop him from taking what he wanted. It wasn't her ass that he wanted. At least not yet. He picked up the control panel, pushing the green button until the motors in the ceiling began to move, slowly lowering the eight ropes down from the ceiling.

Rebecca strained to look around when she heard the noise, seeing the ropes moving down above her, but what scared her most were the leather cuffs at the ends of most of them. He was going to tie her up. "No, please don't," she cried out, begging. "I'll do whatever you want."

Headmaster Johnson lowered the ropes until they all settled down onto Rebecca's prone, naked body. "Of course you'll do anything I want. But first a bit of strict bondage." He snapped the wrist cuffs on her slim wrists, the padded cuffs encircling her flesh, pulling them until they were tightly secured. Next came the ankle cuffs, similarly padded. There were four ropes across her back, each in pairs, connected by a wide expanse of leather. He unsnapped one end of the leather and slipped it beneath her, snapping the end back to the rope as he drew it out the other side of her body. When he finished, they would support her body in the center from sagging down. He saw the scared look on her face, his cock straining to be free of his pants. "Let's begin," pushing the green button on the control box, the motors humming again, the slack slowly pulled from the ropes.

"NNNNOOO!" The ropes began to get tight, Rebecca finally feeling her body beginning to lift off the floor. She struggled, but she looked like a fish out of water, floundering on the floor until the ropes lifted her body up. The ropes dug into her wrist and ankle, Rebecca thankful that they were lined with something soft. Her middle felt like it was on two slings, keeping her body from bending as she slowly began to rise up from the floor. The motors hummed as they drew her up without effort, moving up until she was almost two feet off the floor. How high would he raise me up? And then what would he do?

"Now to spread you a bit," Headmaster Johnson talking to himself as much as he was to Rebecca. He hit the side buttons, first the ropes on her wrists moving out as well as up, looking like Rebecca was trying to swim as her arms moved out into a Y in front of her. "Now the legs," Headmaster Johnson hitting two more buttons, the ropes on her legs moving out and up, moving behind so he could admire the view as he spread her.

Rebecca panicked as her arms were spread, not so much because of her arms but what she knew would be next. She felt her legs being spread next, Headmaster Johnson moving out of sight as her legs began to open, sure that he was behind her, gazing lustily between her legs. She couldn't do anything but pray that her legs would stop, her crotch splitting open, the motors showing no sign of letting up. Her feet were over three feet apart, Rebecca's body still moving up and open. "Stop, please stop," she begged, four feet and the motors continued their monotonous drone. She was sure they would split her up the middle, her crotch aching, her thigh muscles straining.

Her pussy opened up nicely, as well as her ass cheeks. From the looks of her swollen, red anus, she had recently been ass fucked. The motors continued to move up and open, five feet between her feet before he finally hit the red buttons to stop the outward motion of her body. She was about three feet above the floor now, her naked body in a lovely X, her muscles taut as her limbs were spread exaggeratedly. Her head hung down, dragged toward the ground by gravity.

Headmaster Johnson lifted her head up, tears in her eyes, a pained look etched on her face. Another rope came down from the ceiling. Holding her head with one hand, he pulled her hair up, finally tying the end of the rope around her mane of hair. He pulled the slack out of the rope until her head was pulled upright, her hair threatening to pull from her head by the strain. Her mouth hung open, drool running down her chin. He stood in front of her as he undressed, finally taking off his shorts, his erect cock bouncing free of the tight garments. He stroked it in front of her face. He couldn't contain his lust, running the head of his cock around her silky lips, her hot breath blowing on his cock making it jerk in pleasure. He put his hand under her chin, easing the head of his cock into her mouth, feeling the head sliding over her wet tongue. "Close your lips tight around it, Rebecca." He groaned, straining not to cum when her lips tightened like a virgin pussy around the head of his cock. "Yes," he moaned in pleasure, his hand on his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down until he felt the first spurt of precum shoot out the head into her mouth, tightening his sphincter to keep from cumming anymore.

It was just like the boys, a hot cock forced into her mouth, Rebecca having no choice but to accommodate it. At least there was only one cock that she would have to suck, though she did fear why he wanted her bound and spread in such an obscene way. She felt him pumping his cock, not surprised when a shot of hot, salty cum landed on her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste. It was so thick, as it sat on her tongue. He began to fuck her face, Rebecca keeping her lips tight as she felt the thick shaft sliding back and forth through her lips. She was afraid it was too long, pushing out her cheeks as he forced it in sideways.

"Use your tongue on it, Rebecca; make it dance over my cock," Headmaster Johnson was growing more excited as he watched her face, her lips drawn back, tightly wrapped around his cock, the head of his cock pushing out a cheek when he shoved in too far. He pulled his cock out of her mouth suddenly, almost seeing a look of disappointment on her face. Or maybe it was just fear.

"Not yet, Rebecca. Soon you can make me cum in your mouth." Headmaster Johnson went over to the desk where he had his toys laid out. He picked up a nipple clamp, the gleaming metal clamps glistening in the bright lights. He turned to Rebecca, showing them to her as his other hand slipped under her body to grasp one of her hanging tits, his fingers finding the nipple hard and throbbing. He teased it, his fingers pinching and twisting the tip as it grew beneath the harsh treatment. He laughed out loud. "You like this." He opened up one of the nipple clamps in front of her face so she could see it.

His fingers on her nipple were painful, pinching and twisting it, but she felt a wetness between her legs, Rebecca unable to understand how the pain could make her aroused. She looked at the nipple clamp, Headmaster Johnson opening it up until she could see the sharp, saw teeth on the inside, the spring straining as he held it open. She knew it would hurt when he released it on her nipple. She couldn't say a word as she felt him fumbling beneath her. Her nipple grew when he rubbed the cold metal clamp over her nipple, sucking in her breath as she waited for the pain. Nothing could have prepared her for it. "AAAAAGGGHHHH." It felt like her nipple was shoved into a metal vise. She felt the pressure first and then the pain ripped through her breast.

Headmaster Johnson opened the clamp, looking down so he could see it as the sharp, ragged teeth bit into the brown flesh of her nipple. He could see a tiny rivet of blood as the powerful spring shut onto her flesh, crushing it between the two sides until it was almost flat. He released the clamp, letting it pull her beautifully shaped breast into a cone as it pulled her nipple to the ground. He looked at her pain-filled face, her cheeks covered with her tears, sobbing as she tried to breathe through the pain. He moved to the other side, taking the second clamp from the table. "Wouldn't want the other one to feel neglected, Rebecca."

Her second scream was louder than the first, Rebecca knowing how painful it was going to be. She hated that his fingers made her nipple bigger and harder, knowing it would only increase the bite of the other clamp. If it weren't for the continuous pain that raced through her breast, she was sure that he had cut her nipple off when it clamped on. She could barely breathe through the pain, her eyes glassed over from the tears as she sobbed. How could he do such terrible things to my breasts? It took almost five minutes before the sharp pain gave away to the terrible ache that coursed through her breasts. Just when she thought it was bearable, Headmaster Johnson's fingers were slap at the dangling clamps, sending shooting pains to race through her breasts and into her brain.

He liked the way her body jerked in pain each time he snapped his fingers along the clamps. He could see the pain in her face, but he was not done with her tits yet. He picked up the smallest weight first. He would work on them gradually, always using a bigger one when the pain became bearable. He showed her the perfect sphere, an eight ounce weight of gleaming metal. "This should tug those lovely tits to the ground." He heard her groan as his fingers played with the end of one of the nipple clamps, securing the weight to the clamp. He watched her eyes as he suddenly released the weight allowing it to fall to the floor. It fell quickly, pulling back when it got to the end of the connector, the sheer weight of the weight dragging her nipple until it strained almost an inch long as the nipple clamp bit harder into her flesh to keep it from coming off.

"EEEEEWWWWW," the pain was inhuman, feeling like he was tearing her nipple from her breast. The clamp dug harder into her flesh, feeling like thousands of knifes were stabbing her nipple, and at the same time, it was dragged down to the ground. It felt like it was pulled inches from her breast, hanging down, still swinging back and forth, igniting fresh bouts of pain in her breast. "NOOOOO!" She saw the other one in his hand as he went to the other side, screaming before he even released it. "AAAGGHHHH," feeling the incredible pain as her nipple was ripped from her breast, pulled harshly to the ground. She couldn't breathe as the two weights swung back and forth in the air, her rubbery tips stretched to unbelievable proportions.

He loved what he had done to her lovely, young breasts. Now they were twisted, stretched nipples, yanked harshly toward the ground. When they stopped moving, he lifted the weights up and released them a second time, grunts of pain from Rebecca as they tore fresh pain from her young body. He rubbed her face softly, brushing the wet tears from her cheeks. "Now for that lovely pussy, Rebecca. I wouldn't want it to feel neglected." Headmaster took out four more clamps like the last ones and four more weights. He went behind her, going between her legs. Her pussy was wet, drops on the floor beneath her. She might cry out in pain, but that didn't stop her pussy from being drenched. He peeled back her pussy lips, the dark red inner lips glistening with her arousal. His fingers slid up and down her slit, masturbating her.

He was playing with her pussy, and in spite of the pain in her breasts, she was enjoying it too much. She knew that he wouldn't let her cum yet, not until he was finished abusing her body. She didn't know how painful the clamps would be on her pussy lips, but the weights would drag them down painfully. And Headmaster Johnson would never let them stop swinging. His fingers tugged on one pussy lip, Rebecca biting her lip as she waited. "EEEhhh," not as painful as before, but a second clamp farther down her pussy lip stretched it down towards the ground. His fingers slid over her oiled lips, gripping the other lip and the sharp bite of another clamp bit into her puffy lip. It tugged down, his fingers playing across her lips until the last clamp was attached. She felt her pussy lips stretched out of shape, but nothing like when he attached the first of the weights. It felt like her pussy lips were being torn from her body, Headmaster Johnson adding the second, the third and finally the fourth. She couldn't believe how painful it felt.

Her lovely pussy was stretched far, her lips hanging down two inches, the gleaming weights dangling back and forth beneath her. "One more, Rebecca." He showed it to her, but her eyes didn't understand it. It was an adjustable tweezers clit clamp. It was over three inches long with a slide on it that tightened the twin clamps the closer you got to the rubber-tipped top. He went between her legs again, the wet spot on the floor even bigger now. His fingers searched out her clit, pushing the hood out of the way, two fingers gripping the swollen bud, teasing a nail over the tip until it grew, blood pounding in the tip.

It dawned on her the minute she felt him rubbing her clit. She knew it would hurt, but she didn't want him to stop rubbing her clit now. She could almost cum, but as soon as she was ready to let loose, he would stop. She needed to cum so bad. She felt the cold metal on her clit, then the unmistakable pressure. She wasn't sure how it worked, but it wasn't the intense pain of the nipple clamps. It was a pressure that was building, her clit throbbing as the pressure bit into the sensitive tip. "No more," she cried out, but Headmaster Johnson didn't stop. It began to feel like her clit was stuck in a metal vise and squeezed tighter and tighter until she was sure it was going to burst. She could feel the blood pounding in the tip, the slightest movement of Headmaster Johnson's fingers manipulating it sending tremors in her body. He finally stopped, letting go of it, but she felt his fingers return. "EEEEWWWWWW," she screamed a shrill cry of pain as her clit felt like it was torn from her body, the weight falling quickly to the ground before the end of the clamp stopped it, the weight bouncing up and down, tugging and crushing her clit in its metal grasp.

Headmaster Johnson stood back, his fingers slapping at all of the clamps, first her nipples, sending the weights swinging back and forth. Then he moved to her pussy, his fingers playing the weights like musical instruments, the sound coming from the cries of pain from Rebecca as the pain shot through her body.

It felt like she was being electrocuted, the weights tugging and crushing the clamps onto her flesh, no worse than her clit, her pleasure button crushed. His fingers played across them, each time igniting fresh bouts of pain. All of her body was in pain. Or so she thought.

Headmaster Johnson stood in front of her, putting his cock back into her mouth, her lips eagerly sucking on it as he stroked her pain-soaked face. She wanted so much to please him in spite of the pain he inflicted on her. He began to fuck her mouth, his cock shaft sliding in and out of her tightly clenched lips, the familiar ache in his balls reminding him that he needed to cum soon.

If she sucked him off, maybe he would make her cum, her tongue dancing over the head of his cock, her powerful suction drawing his organ into her eager mouth. In spite of the pain, she loved the pressure on her clit, almost as if it were Headmaster Johnson's fingers that were tugging on the blood-engorged organ. He deserted her mouth again, but at least she could taste the familiar taste of his salty cum remaining. What would he do now? Pain or pleasure?

Headmaster grabbed one last toy from the table before he moved behind her. This time he was going to fuck her. He moved between her legs, taking the head of his cock and nestling it between her stretched pussy lips until he found her drenched pussy. He pushed until the head of his cock fought her muscles, his big head stretching her tight pussy until it almost snapped around the head just below the ridge.

"Please, fuck me!" She felt the head of his cock stretching her open, the sudden thrust that sent it inside her, stretching her pussy until she clasped it almost possessively. In spite of the pain that shook through her body each time she moved as the weights swung, she wanted so much to feel the hard cock fucking her. She was willing to submit to anything for his large cock in her pussy.

"One more thing." Headmaster Johnson took the fat stubby candle from his hand, lubricating the base of it. He cock felt so good nestled into her hot, tight hole. He lit the candle, the flame turning blue as it danced at the top of the black candle. He pushed her up until her ass humped up higher, not wanting to burn himself while fucking her.

"What are you doing?" Panic set in when Rebecca smelled something burning. She felt something pressed against her asshole, cold and wet. It was blunt and big, feeling the pressure as her anal ring was forced to open. She could feel the heat from something, tingling along the crack of her ass.

Her panic could be felt through her pussy, her muscles clenching tight in defense, gripping his cock like a tight vise. "Just a candle for that lovely asshole." He grunted as he pushed harder until her abused anal ring spread wide, gripping the candle around the base, stretched tight, the candle tapering down so before it got bigger again, her anus unable to push it out.

"NNNNOOOO," she cried out as her asshole was ripped open again. They had already fucked her too many times in the ass, her abused hole stretching painfully, reminding her of the last anal rape. It felt like it was torn, finally feeling it stretched open, the hole taut over the huge candle that was filling her. She could only imagine how it looked. A candle sticking out her asshole, the flames burning the wax as it slowly ran down the side of the candle, any minute it would be burning her anal ring with hot wax.

Headmaster Johnson waited, his eyes glued to the blue flame of the candle as it danced above her asshole. He waited,before he shoved his cock into her pussy as he saw the black wax slowly melting on the head of the candle, forming a pool of hot, molten wax. It finally could contain no more, the first river of wax flowing over the edge, cooling as it slid down the side, moving almost in slow motion, only centimeters from her stretched anal ring.

She couldn't control the muscles in her asshole, trying to force the thick plug from her asshole, clenching onto the cock that breached her pussy at the same time. She could feel the heat, knowing why he was waiting. "EEEEEEEKKK." It felt like hot oil was being shoved up her ass. The wax finally touched her skin, burning the tender flesh painfully. And to make it worse, Headmaster Johnson sent his huge cock up her pussy, driving aside all her resistance, tearing her open as he plunged so deep that it slammed into her cervix with a painful thud. Another drip of hot wax dripped down the other side, burning her skin. Headmaster Johnson began to fuck her, his cock plunging in and out, the weights swinging back and forth painfully, none worse than the one on her clit, tugging and yanking it down hard.

The pain was making her body clench tight, her insides gripping his cock as Headmaster Johnson grunted as he fucked her. The candle had covered her anal ring with hot wax, burning slowly down, moving closer to the base. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum. Can you do that, Rebecca? Can you cum for me?" He shoved extra hard, a yelp as the head of his cock battered her cervix.

It wasn't that she didn't want to cum. Her mind was too wound up in all the pain he was inflicting on her body. Her asshole stung, stretched too wide, still aching from where the wax had burned her anal ring. And the weights were swinging back and forth, her body rocked each time he fucked into her, his hips slapping into her bound body. She had to concentrate; she had to cum. She let her mind concentrate on the thick cock that fucked her pussy. She could feel every bump and ridge on it as it traveled in and out. She could even feel he thick vein running up the sides, arousing her soft passage as it fucked her. He pulled out, her insides feeling like they were being drawn out by the powerful suction of the thick head, only to fuck back in, filling her with his girth. And now his fingers slid underneath her, tugging on the clit tweezers, pulling her oversexed organ until she was ready to cum. Then it hit her all of a sudden, her young body hit with a powerful orgasm, Rebecca deaf to the world as she fell over the edge, stars exploding before her eyes. Her body stiffened when she felt it, Headmaster Johnson's cock swelling as his cum jetted into her pussy. She couldn't stop cumming, jet after jet of cum filling her as her muscles contracted on the spewing cock. Her body was drenched in sweat from the sudden pleasure.

Headmaster Johnson came in her, his cum filling her pussy with jet after jet of cum. He stayed inside her as her pussy milked the cum from his balls until he was spent. He stayed still, finally pulling out reluctantly.

Her body still in pain, hardly able to breathe, but she blurts out, "Thank you, Master."

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