Extract from Hell School for Teachers Book Three

 

(Jason Pyke has made a deal with Phidian to use Heather, Ruth, Natasha, Tess, and Emma as his unwilling accomplices in the degradation of a set of ex-pupils he lusted after in a new fantasy version of Ringsdean School. But first the teachers must be prepared...)

 

There was a ring of five curious devices set out in the middle of the hall which certainly did not belong there. They were arched frames of tubular metal, a little like tiny humpback bridges, standing slightly below waist high. They had bowed padded tops and sets of open metal clamps of different designs fitted low down on each end. In the middle of the ring was a wheeled trolley with shiny metal devices on it together with scissors, brush, a pair of thick gloves and some kind of electrically heated pot that was gently steaming. On the floor beside these strange frames were a box of clothing, a bucket of water and sponge and a pile of hand towels.

Jason unhooked the chains that linked their collars and said. 'Lie back across the frames with your legs spread.'

Feeling their stomachs knotting up in anticipation, the women obeyed so that their heads were all aligned in the same direction, and they could see the open thighs of the next in the circle, seemingly hanging upside down before them. As soon as their ankles rested against the open clamps, they automatically sprang closed about them, while the other set of clamps closed over their collars, holding their heads down and locking them in place so that their bodies now arched over the tops of the padded frames, with their groins open and exposed and their breasts trembling like jellies and trying to flow up towards their shoulders.

For a minute Jason walked around them, rubbing and stroking their bare bodies, pushing his stiff fingers into their clefts, slapping their breasts and pinching and lifting their nipples, enjoying the sensation of having then in total his power again.

'Are you ready to become my teachers?' he asked them.

They nodded miserably.

'Do you want to look smart for your students?'

They nodded again.

He went to the tray and took up the scissors and a clothes brush and proceeded to trim back their pubic bushes until they were all close-cropped. Then he put on the gloves and tipped his hands into the steaming pot. They came out holding thickly waxed strips of paper. At the sight of them the women stirred and whimpered, biting on their gags as they realised what he was going to do...

Jason slapped the waxed strips onto their freshly trimmed pussy mounds, making them shriek and whimper in pain, biting on their ball gags with their saliva dribbling down their cheeks. The wax was almost scalding hot! Tears ran upwards into their eyebrows.

'What are you complaining about?' Jason said. 'Isn't this what you do all over to keep yourselves looking smooth? Well to be my teachers you've got to have bare pussies as well! Of course I got Mr Phidian to make the wax especially hot because he said you liked it that way...'

He gave the wax strips a few seconds to dry and harden and then he tore them brutally off again, tearing their pubic hair out by its roots. The strips came free with a terrifying ripping sound, almost pulling their soft pubic mounds with them. This time their shrieks of pain echoed about the hall.

When their sobbing stopped, they blinked away their tears and tried to crane their necks to see what their pussies now looked like, but they could not lift their heads high enough. So they slumped back, looking upside down at the naked clefts of the next woman in the ring and getting a good idea. Soft naked furrows of perfectly smooth if still smarting flesh gaped back at them, making them look like adolescents.

But Jason was not done with them yet.

He took up a device that resembled a shiny pair of pliers with thick handles loaded with cylindrical cartridges of some kind and jaws that formed a ring when close together. Jason stood over Emma and held it up so that she could see it clearly. There was a hollow spike protruding from the tip of one jaw and a matching recess in the other. 'This is something Mister Phidian made for me,' Jason told her with a huge grin. 'He said he thought you would get the point...'

He took hold of her right breast and squeezed until her nipple stood up and then pinched the jaws of the pliers tight about its base. There was a sharp snap and Emma screamed in pain about her gag as she felt something punch a hole through her teat from side to side and flow through it.

Jason opened the jaws of the pliers and a large silver ring an inch across now hung from her nipple pierced through a bloody hole in its root. There was no sign of a join in the ring. Somehow it had been fed through her nipple as a length of wire and then curved and its ends had been perfectly fused together.

Taking no notice of Emma's moans, Jason used the pliers on her left nipple and punched an identical ring through that. He left her whimpering with little trickles of blood running down the trembling upper slopes of her big breasts towards her shoulders and moved on to Natasha, who was already shaking her head and trembling in fear. He flicked and pinched her large brown nipples so that they responded helplessly, perking up and making themselves the perfect resting place for her new set of rings...

By the time Jason was done, the circle of clamped and bowed women were shivering and trembling with their eyes red and wet with tears and trickles of blood running down from their freshly pierced and ringed nipples.

'If you thought they hurt, wait until I put these in you,' Jason said gleefully, loading fresh cartridges into the handles of the pliers. 'I need something thicker and heavier for where I'm going to ring you next...'

The women's red eyes grew wide in horror once more and they shook their heads and whimpered about their gags.

But of course he took no notice.

Jason pinched and stretched the plump and now hairless right outer lip of Emma's labia and closed the jaws of the piercing pliers about it. Snap, snap, snap! She shrieked as he drove a row of three rings into it, even thicker than the ones through her nipples, stabbing through the plump flesh and curling round to lock themselves into perfect rings. Then he did the same for her left labia lip. Then he moved on to Natasha...

As each woman was pierced more blood ran down from their clefts and over the padded frame tops between their thighs. As each set of rings was hooked into their tender flesh, Jason experimentally pulled on them, making the women sob and parting their vulvas to reveal the secret pink valleys within containing their clitorises and the mouths of their vaginas. It looked as if their pussy lips had been spiral ring-bound, like the spines of books!

'See, they don't get in the way so you can screw or be screwed while you're still wearing them,' Jason explained. 'And of course they're a great way of fastenings things to you or putting leashes on you. 'You'll follow anybody who has a leash on them like good girls, won't you?'

When he was finally done, he put the terrible piercing pliers down and went round the frames pulling on some trigger hidden under their arches which freed the clamps. Shakily the teachers straightened up and staggered to their feet, wishing their arms were free so they could comfort their stinging, throbbing nipples and labia.

Through their tear-wet eyes they saw Jason was now holding up a small remote controller. 'The rings also do one other thing,' he told them and pressed a button.

The teacher shrieked and convulsed in pain. Their arms strained as they tried to pull their hands free of their cuffs so they could tear the rings pinned through them out of their flesh as they flashed and crackled with electricity that seemed to be hammering needles into their flesh. The pain was excruciating. Their bladders cut loose, spurting hot pee out through their ringed pussy lips and spluttering over their thighs, leaving pink stains on the floor.

After ten seconds Jason turned the power off leaving them in trembling heaps on the floor.

'Get up!' he commanded sharply. And they scrambled to obey, standing straight and shivering in fear, while pee and blood ran down their thighs.

He went along the ragged line of them, pulling their ball gags out. 'Who am I?' he asked.

'You are the headmaster of this school!' they said together.

'Will you obey me without question?'

'Yes, Headmaster!' they said.

He went along the line of them again, unbuckling the cuffs from their wrists and freeing their arms. Then he held up the remote as a warning. 'Emma: slap Natasha hard on the cheek!' he commanded.

And Emma, her face contorted in sorrow and dismay, slapped Natasha on the cheek.

Natasha staggered, but did not say a word.

'Natasha: spit in the Ruth's face!'

Natasha turned and spat in Ruth's face.

'Ruth: twist Tessa's nipple rings until she cries!'

Ruth grasped Tessa's rings and twisted her stinging freshly pierced nipples until Tessa sobbed in pain. Her fists were clenched by her sides, but she did not attempt to pull back.

'Tessa: open Heather's pussy with her nice shiny new rings and pinch her clit!'

With tears still running down her cheeks, Tessa obeyed, going down on one knee and parting the columns of rings piercing Heather's bare pubes, making her whimper, and pinching Heather's bloody but hard nub of flesh until she gasped in pain.

'Heather: kiss Emma on the lips!''

And Heather turned and kissed Emma passionately with evident relief.

'Now slap her bottom hard!'

With a groan Heather slapped Emma's bottom with a resounding smack, making Emma yelp.

Jason beamed at them triumphantly while the women felt fear and despair settling on their shoulders. They were helpless before this stupid, cruel young man! And yet worming its way through their misery was an insidious thread of dark arousal at their cruel usage that sent the pulses throbbing in their pinned nipples and skewered pussy lips, warming their abused flesh and hinting at strange perverse pleasures to come.

'In here I'm God and don't you forget it! Who am I?'

'You are God, Headmaster,' they said.

Jason opened the flies of his trousers, freeing his unnaturally hard penis.

'Face down over the frames and pull your bum cheeks wide!' Jason commanded.

They stumbled to obey, wincing as their ringed nipples and labia pressed against the padded frame tops. They reached behind them and pried their buttock cheeks wide, exposing the tight puckers of their anuses.

In rapid succession Jason and mounted them. He rammed his hard shaft into them, stretching their sphincters painfully wide and sliding deep into their hot, clinging rectums. His thrusts ground their bodies over the frames, twisting and churning the rings in their freshly pinned flesh. They sobbed and whimpered but held their positions.

After barely a minute pounding inside each of them, Jason spouted into their bottoms and then pulled out and moved onto the next girl, leaving them dribbling with his sperm still holding their bottoms wide as they had been commanded. They would not move again until he permitted it.

Only when he had spent himself inside the last of their bottoms did he say, 'Get up and clean yourselves off!' pointing to the towels and bucket and sponge.

Groaning in pain but pathetically grateful, they obeyed: sponging their bloody breasts and groins down with cool water, washing the sperm from their buttock cheeks, and then wiped them dry.

Then Jason pointed to the box of clothes. 'Put on your new uniforms. Make sure you put on the right ones...'

There were more old-fashioned black mortarboards with red tassels and short academic gowns very similar to the ones they had been forced to wear in Jason's first scenario. They hung about their shoulders but were so short that they did not cover their bare buttocks, nor could they be pulled across their chests far enough to cover their freshly ringed breasts or naked pierced vulvas. There were also black stockings held up with red elastic garters and black high-heeled shoes. What were very different from Jason's first scenario were their collars and ties. They removed their simple buckled collars and replace them with white leather collars with lapel flaps, making them look a little like white shirt collars, with integral school ties riveted to them. The ties were patterned with red and black stripes and hung down bizarrely between their bare breasts. Each had their names, ages and vital statistics printed down the front of them.

The collars had internal latches that clicked together when their halves were closed and which they knew would not open to their touch again. They had tether rings on their backs. There were also pairs of white leather cuffs that matched their collars and went on their wrists, looking as if they might have been old-fashioned detachable shirt cuffs with the ends held together by studs. But these studs when they were popped together would not open again. The cuffs also had metal eyelets punched through them and dangling snap hooks that jingled faintly and sparkled as they moved.

They looked at each other in despair and faint revulsion. With their multiple flesh rings and brief provocative costumes with their intimate details displayed on them they had become fetish bondage teachers. They were still objects of lust humiliatingly displayed and totally under Jason's control, and yet their costumes seemed to imply some sense of their own power. Whatever he had planned for them it was not going to be the same as last time.

Jason looked at them with glowing approval.

'You look perfect! Now let's go and meet the students!'