Laura looked at the small collection of canes in the cabinet. When she’d been a girl discipline was harsh, strict, and left an impression in more ways than one. It had shaped her into the woman she was today. Admittedly, it may have added somewhat to her appetites, but she considered them healthy appetites.

She grabbed the gray duffle she’d prepared and headed out. She had a lovely new toy to meet, and needed to drop these off before she did so. It’d be such a shame if things weren’t prepared carefully in advance.

Elise was smart. Not the star student, and certainly not the looker that Yvette was, but she worked hard. She kept mostly to herself. She was lucky, she seemed to fall right in that invisible gap, not pretty enough to be the center of attention, but for some reason never noticed by the bullies and popular kids so somehow she escaped ridicule inherent to high school.

Mr. Portier was explaining how to arrive at derivatives using limits. Elise was writing as fast as she could but even though she managed to get the notes down, she was having trouble following the subject. She knew already she’d be in for a long night of review tonight.

The door to the classroom opened and Mr. Rakasin, the school’s disciplinary Vice Principal came in.

“Elise Bright!”

Mr. Portier looked perturbed at being interrupted. The rest of the class turned in their chairs to look at Elise. She stood up, unsure what was going on.

“Elise, Superintendent Church is here and wants to speak with you. Grab your things, this may be a long meeting.”

Elise threw her books in her bag wondering why the superintendent would want to see her. She hadn’t done anything wrong that she knew of, so she was more curious than worried.

As they walked towards the vice principal's office she couldn't help feeling like a prisoner. Mr. Rakasin was built like a gorilla. He probably lifted cars in his spare time just to keep in shape. While this was well and good when he had to break up a fight between jocks, Elise felt doomed walking down the hall in front of him.

When Elise walked into the office Superintendent Church was looking at something metal, a clip of some sort perhaps. She put it back into one of the drawers of Mr. Rakasin’s desk and stood up.

"Elise, excellent!" Ms. Church said, beaming a warm smile and radiating parental joy. "Thank you Todd. Would you step out for a moment?"

Elise heard the door close behind her.

Ms. Church looked phenomenal. A little above average in height, she had shock red hair that a movie star would kill for, silken and shining. She had large breasts but they were not matronly, they somehow maintained the perk of youth, and seemed larger still for her trim waist. But for all her svelteness her strength was real, and projected into any room she stood in with palpable force.

"Elise, I've been looking over your transcript. Your name suits you."

"Sorry?"

"Bright. It’s your name remember?"

"Um, yeah, sorry Ms. Church"

"No matter. I'll cut to the point. I recently got a letter singling you out for a Bradley scholarship. In case you aren't familiar with it, it would mean full room, board, tuition, and a $2000 stipend each semester for four years at the institution of your choice.

“I know your father recently lost his job, this would be an opportunity to overcome that handicap and not have your collegiate career be a burden on him. I assume that’s why you’ve worked so hard on these grades? To get a good scholarship and head to a good school?”

In the pause that followed Elise just nodded quietly. Superintendent Church had a reputation for getting her way. She’d single handedly doubled education budgets in the district during her tenure and people spoke of how quickly she dealt with obstacles. Obviously she’d done her research before this meeting and Elise found it intimidating.

“Right, well, while your grades certainly merit the award, unfortunately they look for more than just that, and as far as I can tell you have no extra-curricular activities. That needs to change if we’re going to get you set up with this scholarship. Do you want this scholarship?”

Elise looked up, and nodded again, fearful of not conveying how much she needed it, but also afraid to speak.

“Good, then we’ll see that that gets done. The easiest way to leverage extra-curricular activities for this situation is to make it a lifestyle. You are already late in your high school career, but if you take to something well enough and hard enough you can sell it as improving yourself and expanding your horizons. The ideal choice here, obviously, is cheerleading.”

“Cheerleading?” Elise didn’t think for a minute she would fit in with the Cheerleaders, they were all athletic and beautiful and not plain like her.

“Ah! You can speak. I was beginning to think you’d gone mute. Yes, Cheerleading. It’s athletic, it's a subculture, it requires strong teamwork, necessitates a social savvy that will allow you to work with people you may not initially get along with, and by default people assume cheerleaders are cute, which will be an advantage for you when you are considered in subsequent rounds.”

“Um… I’m not sure I’ll have time for cheerleading.”

“I’ll talk to Yvette, maybe she will have a position that requires less training so you’ll have more time. But in truth, I considered that when I suggested cheerleading. It gets you most of what you need to present in a single extra-curricular. If you decided to try another way you’d likely need three or more extras in order to get the same look on an application. Now, after school first thing tomorrow, I want you to talk with Yvette about getting on the team, alright?”

“Yes Ms. Church”

Elise left unsure of how to feel. On the one hand, she had a future to look forward to, no dead end job for her, but on the other... she had so much more added to her plate now, the stress might kill her.

Yvette was removing make-up from the day before she hopped in her post practice shower when there was a knock from behind her. A glance at the mirror showed it was some girl she didn’t know.

“Yes?”

“Um… Yvette? My name’s Elise, Ms. Ch-“

“Right!” Yvette said, turning around, “Ms. Church said I had to find a way to bring you on to the team. WELL! I have just the spot for you. I assume one of the other girls sent you in?"

"yeah... um, Ashley I think."

"Perfect! Alright I think we have just the job for you but we have to see how well you fit in first. So come with me and we'll get that out of the way right now, and then, if everything works out, you can give Liz your measurements and we'll have you in uniform for the next game."

Yvette walked through the door to the showers and started stripping off her uniform. Elise froze in the doorway torn between feelings of impropriety and helplessly gawking at Yvette's perfect body. She had skin like silk; not a blemish to be seen. Her 30D breasts showed no hint of droop. Her sides held a perfect curve that flowed into flared hips and a gorgeous ass that looked capable of cracking walnuts.

Yvette knew Elise's eyes were on her. She was relying on it and had developed a sense of when someone was checking her out.

“Alright Elise,” Yvette said as she turned, “Strip.”

“Wait, what?”

“First, we need to see what we’re working with. Don’t worry, I know you aren’t as hot as I am, but cheering is about sisterhood, and if we are going to make you look as good as you can, we need to see it all. Second, it’s all about teamwork. You need to be part of the team, and as the team captain, my word, is your law. You need to react to what I say, before I say it, otherwise someone could get hurt.” She replied, add a little innocent squeak at the end that sounded false even to her own ears.

“I’m not really sure-“

“Don’t be a baby Elise, this isn’t the hard part of your test, show some spine, show some daring, lay it all bare, come on!”

“I really don’t feel comfortable with this...”

“Right, well, I don’t have time for this, and I told Ms. Church that I’d find a spot for you on the team so I’m going to do my damndest to make sure that happens, with, or without, your help. Anna, strip her.”

Elise whirled, only to feel a large hand close around her throat. The other girls had quietly slipped into the bathroom behind her while she was staring at Yvette. They were all naked, all lovely in their own way, and all of different types. Anna, the one currently choking her, must have been 165 pounds, nearly 6 feet, and almost made of muscle. She didn’t look masculine, but she did look like she could break most girls in half.

Anna grabbed the bottom of Elise’s T-shirt and whipped it over the girl’s head and onto her arm. Then she pulled her in close and undid the clasp on her bra, pulling it down her arms as Elise finally started to fight. A steady pressure from Anna’s hand cut the flow of blood to her brain and put her out long enough for Anna to unsnap her jeans and Sarah and Ashley to pull them off. As Elise was coming to, Anna was tearing her panties off, before throwing her to the tiled floor.

“Stop! Why!? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Now now Elise,” Yvette said in a nurturing tone, “I’ve already told you why. Now, why don’t you make this easier and co-operate rather than force us to hurt you so much?”

Elise just looked up at Yvette, a pleading look on her face. She knew from the sinister looks coming from the other girls that something painful was coming.

“Fine,” Yvette said, grabbing Elise’s hair and dragging her to the center of the shower room. “If you really insist we’ll do this the hard way.”

Even after she had been stripped and manhandled, Elise wasn’t expecting the backhand from Yvette. She looked desperately toward the door and saw the rest of the squad smirking as they blocked the only exit. Ashley was unzipping a grey duffle bag.

“Alright Elise, we’ll give you another chance before we really put the pressure on, all you have to do is get me off, okay?” And with that she kicked Elise onto her back and straddled her head. On her knees now, Yvette sat on Elise’s face, pinning her down. The smell of the day’s practice overwhelmed Elise and while she lay there choking and trying to get her breath she could hear the other girls laughing.

“Start working slut, I’m not going anywhere until I get off.”

Yvette ground her pussy in the girl’s face, feeling the thrill of having the bitch at her mercy. She let her weight settle over Elise’s mouth and nose and watched as the girl began to thrash. Stupid cunt, she’d learn to behave before the night was out.

In an effort to earn herself a breath Elise gave in and opened her mouth, hesitantly extending her tongue. Yvette rewarded her with a breath while she moved her clit where Elise could lick her. The other girls brought a couple of benches in and turned on the showers to cover the noise.

The team captain grabbed Elise’s hair once more, pulling her up, never letting her get away from her pussy, and lay back on a bench, pulling Elise into her cunt, grinding against the poor girls face.

The tile floor hurt Elise’s knees and she kept shifting to try to relieve the pain. At least the pain helped distract her from the task in front of her. Then she felt her hips being pulled back, away from Yvette. She had to struggle for balance, which meant putting her hands on the ground so she couldn’t use them resist Yvette’s thighs anymore.

Yvette took the opportunity to lock her legs around the dumb bitch’s head, squeezing her thighs in time to the little shimmers running through her cunt.

Elise could hear the other girls laughing and felt something behind her, something hard lining up with her virgin pussy. She tried to reach back to push whatever it was away but Yvette twisted her head so she had to bring her hand back to catch herself. Sarah began pushing the bright yellow strap-on slowly into Elise’s tight, dry, cunt. Enjoying the inexorable steady pace, making it stretch and hurt her as long as possible.

Elise tried to scream into Yvette’s now dripping pussy but that only made Yvette finally cum. She squeezed her thighs and bucked her hips, picturing ripping the girl’s head off with the power of her orgasm. Sarah took the cue to begin thrusting in earnest and savagely tore through the girls hymen. Another scream from Elise sent Yvette to the next level of pleasure.

Elise's mind was a mess. She hadn't thought she'd lose her virginity until at least late college because she’d had no time for boys and now it was being taken without any mercy or care by a girl she’d never actually met before. The hard fake cock tore the walls of her pussy and the blood was the only relief she was given from the sawing pain. She would not have the image of a gentle loving boyfriend to look back on but instead the terrible forced pleasure of the entire cheerleading team late one night on a school bathroom floor. The pain etched the memory into her brain as it happened, every detail, every agony, forever burned into her mind.

Finally Yvette’s orgasm subsided and she got up without letting go of Elise’s hair. Anna replaced her on the bench, but she was wearing a green strap on. Yvette forced Elise’s head down on the shaft, choking her with the phallus. Elise could feel that there was a vibrator in the other end, so every gag and choke from her would just shift the vibration a bit for Anna. Yvette relinquished control of Elise’s head to Anna and went to get her own strap on from the bag Ms. Church had given them. Anna, meanwhile, began to violently choke-fuck the fresh little victim, making her gag and spit up onto the slippery floor.

Elise sobbed around the shaft whenever she had the breath to do so. How could they be doing this to her? She'd never done anything to them; she barely knew them and she'd never even been a target of their ridicule before. Her poor snatch felt like it was on fire. Already it was swelling and trying to close from the abuse which just made the unyielding plastic hurt her that much more.

Sarah decided she should let someone else have a turn, but wanted to be remembered so she reached up and wrapped her hands around Elise’s throat. She could feel Anna’s strap on sliding in and out of her, and she squeezed, using her neck as leverage to slam her hips into the girl.

Elise, robbed of even the briefest breaths, began to slowly pass out, the dull thud of the plastic cock bottoming out in her cunt beating the dull rhythm of her demise. The pain was slowly receding behind the black curtain until the hands let go and she felt the girl behind her slide out. Her consciousness rushed back as Anna’s strap-on hit her throat again. Her pussy felt torn to shreds and she could feel the blood trickling down her legs.

Anna let go of her head and stood up. Finally, with nothing blocking her throat Elise began violently heaving. Mid-heave someone else grabbed her hair and jerked her head up. She was looking at the blood from her virginity spread all over the strap-on in front of her. She fought to get up, trying to get her feet under her, but someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her back into position. Sarah slapped her twice before forcing her head down towards the shaft. Elise fought, kicking out at whoever was behind her.

“Make her scream for me!” Sarah yelled at Liz. Liz cocked her hand back and put a full swing into slapping the girl right on the cunt. Years of softball were paying off now. Elise was already sore and raw from the rape, the impact knocked the breath out of her.

“Again!”

And the pain came again, this time with less thump and she screamed. Sarah immediately shoved the dildo down her throat, pulling her hair as hard as she could to force it as far past her tonsils as she could.

Elise heaved again and mucus bubbled up around the cock. She could taste her blood on her rapist while struggled for breath. Between her legs felt like a burning font of pain, she was swollen shut and tender inside and out.

Liz saw this only as a challenge. The strap-ons Ms. Church had given them weren’t the normal silicon dildos one sees, but some kind of hard plastic. They had almost no give and were heavy enough that it felt like she was wearing a weapon round her hips. Of course, that was exactly how she planned on using it.

Unhelpfully her target kept moving, kept squirming away. She punched the girl in the kidney, once, twice, and a third time until Elise collapsed. The pain in her back flooded her vision with white. Sarah still hadn’t let go of her head so she hung from the plastic cock like a fish on a hook. Liz picked up her hips, lined up her cock, and shoved with all the force she had. The girls pussy was so swollen she only got about half the fuckstick in her on the first thrust.

Elise screamed as newfound levels of pain radiated from her most sacred of places. Still choking up spit and mucus she began to sob in earnest. She was finally beginning to accept the horror of her situation. She had never been very athletic and they were all stronger than she was, she new there was no way she could get away from them.

The rape continued, minutes turned to an hour, then two. The trend continued, a girl would rape her, then move around to fuck her mouth so she could taste her own pussy and blood. Eventually, most of the girls had left and Elise had no strength left in her as Liz and Yvette pushed her over a bench so they could make out while they fucked both ends of her at once.

Liz slid her hand down Yvette’s stomach, and slipped her fingertips under the strap-on, all the while maintaining her pace, pushing Elise’s throat down the shaft of Yvette’s dildo with each thrust of her hips into the girls battered cunt.

Yvette let Liz work to get her off. Liz would be a commanding woman someday, luscious body and a chill streak of ruthlessness but for now Yvette was top dog, and it was good when even a lieutenant paid tribute. Yvette bucked her hips against the talented fingers slowly spreading her lips, which of course slammed the hard plastic further down their fucktoy’s throat.

“You see Elise,” Yvette said between kisses and moans, “You’ll never really be a member of the team. God, look at you, what are those B’s? No hips to speak of, christ you might as well be a boy. But I told Ms. Church I’d get you a spot, and you seem able to handle this little test well enough, we’ll see if you can keep up with your actual duties.”

Yvette paused to cum, grabbing Elise’s hair for the little boost controlling her gave to her pleasure. Liz helped by digging her thumbs into the girl’s kidneys causing her to scream and sob around Yvette’s dildo, sending little vibrations down the shaft.

Elise finally fell to the floor, spent, broken, and scarred. She sobbed in a heap. Yvette kicked her hard in the stomach and she threw up again. Gasping for breath, sobbing when she had enough breath, Elise tried to get to all fours.

“Clean yourself up cunt, it’s a school day tomorrow, and practice starts as soon as the last bell. Don’t be late.”

And with that, the two girls left the showers, laughing.

After what seemed an eternity laying on the floor, Elise picked herself up. Her clothes were soaked through but she had nothing else to wear so she put them on anyway. Soaking wet and delirious she stumbled into the locker room proper and found her bag. She didn't have the strength in her to lift it so she grabbed a strap and dragged it. She felt numb, like she'd had everything inside of her ripped out.

As she walked into the hall some part of her mind wondered if there would be anyone still here to see her like this. She wouldn’t know what to do. She felt so ashamed.

"Elise? What are you doing here? Its almost midnight."

Elise turned and saw Ms. Church standing in the hall.

"Why are you soaking wet?”

Elise’s lip quivered and she fell to her knees and started crying.

“Oh no, they were hazing you.. . Shower with your clothes on?”

“They raped me!” Elise’s voice broke, as she tried to yell through a battered bloodied throat.

“Oh come on Elise, hazing happens, no need for vengeful accusations. Here, come with me, we’ll talk at my place.”

Ms. Church helped Elise up, who came meekly with her. As they got into the Cadillac STS Laura made a note to return the favor to Elise for getting her leather seats all wet.

The two sat at the granite bar in Ms. Church’s kitchen.

“Alright Elise. Is there anyone I should call and tell you are staying with me?”

Elise sniffled, “My dad probably won’t even notice.”

Of course he won’t, you dumb slut, why do you think we picked you? “That doesn’t sound too reassuring. You and your father aren’t close?”

“He drinks too much to notice me. Sometimes, late at night, if he’s really drunk, he’ll mistake me for my mother, so I tend to lock myself in my room.”

“That sounds” delicious “terrifying. Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

Laura caught a flash of hope before the girls face fell again. “What’s it matter, you don’t believe me anyway. You’re just trying to be a ‘responsible adult’, you don’t really care.”

Christ, teenagers. “Look Elise, do you know how many false accusations someone in my position gets every year? I’m rightly skeptical. But let’s look at this logically, if the Bradley Foundation finds out about this they’ll pass you over. Not only would the political situation be a mess if this went to trial, but no college is going to want to get embroiled with that mess. Get the scholarship, get into a good school, then raise as much stink as you want, but get them to invest first okay? Don’t trade your future for your present.”

“They’d really do that to me?”

“In a heartbeat. Look, this is the reason I have this position, so I can help kids with things like the Bradley Scholarship.” Or whatever we call it.

“Th...Thanks Ms. Church. I... I don’t know how to repay you.”

Laura laughed knowingly.

“We’ll work that out later, for now, get some rest.”

The next two weeks were difficult. Yvette made Elise attend every cheerleader practice. While the other girls practiced the routines, Elise had to run laps and do stretches. The other girls were oddly sweet, and would help her with her stretches. By the end of the second week Elise was actually more flexible and felt a bit more energetic. She, had buried her memories of that night and almost started having confidence in herself; it was almost as if the showers had never happened. The Wednesday before the big homecoming game her uniform was finally ready. A skimpy thing, it had a tight tube top that barely covered her breasts and a skirt that was barely as long as the panties that came with it. For some reason her outfit had the panties and skirt separated, Ashley said it was just the new style.

The Homecoming game had a massive turnout. The community was pretty average when it came to football spirit, but homecoming was a big deal. Elise spent most of the game on the bench, but a couple of times Yvette got her up to make flirty poses at the boys together. They won and the crowd went nuts. Yvette and the girls hurried her back to the lockers.

“Um... isn’t this the players lockers?”

“Of course Elise, the team won, we’re going to give them a big cheer when they get back to the lockers, then we’ll talk afterparty.”

Remembering Yvette’s words about immediate obedience Elise shivered a bit. “Okay Yvette! What should we do?”

“We’ll just hang out until the players get back.”

They didn’t have to wait long, the players came roaring in, yelling and jumping up and down, slapping each other on the back. When they saw all the cheerleaders standing around the locker room they quieted down and just grinned.

“Hey Boys, we thought you did such a good job out there, we’d bring you a little homecoming trophy.” Yvette said as she stepped aside.

“That? Fuck... that’s not even worth the time.” The Quarterback said looking at Elise.

Confused, Elise looked behind her and around the room.

“Oh Brett, you’ll still get to play with me if you’re good, but think of it this way, all that aggressive energy you have, you can take out on her.”

Suddenly everything clicked in Elise’s head. The special position, her “try out”, even the running and stretching made a certain amount of sense.

“No...nonononono” Elise began to moan lowly.

Brett stepped forward, and slid a hand behind Elise. She fought, feeling her energy rapidly draining, remembering that night in the showers, dread climbing her spine like a serpent of ice. He closed a hand on her face and brought her close. He kissed her and forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite down before the last of her fight left her but he just squeezed her jaw and forced her mouth open.

“Bitch tried to bite me, Yvette, How is that going to be fixed?”

If Anna had been strong Brett was inhuman. She felt like her molars were being slowly forced out of their sockets.

“We didn’t have to worry about teeth when we tried her out, but we thought you might be squeamish so we came prepared. Liz?”

Liz drew an old rusty pair of heavy duty pliers from a bag and handed them to Yvette. Yvette walked over with a sway that made everyone in the room hungry. Her lust was starting to get the best of her, and she just couldn’t wait to work over this useless cocksleeve with Brett.

“I know you know what these are Elise, and I think you are smart enough to know what they’re intended for, so here’s the deal. I want to keep you looking at least human for now. If you keep your teeth to yourself, we can all get along, you can enjoy solid food, and you’ll get out of this mostly intact. Okay?”

Elise looked over at Yvette, terrified, no longer knowing what people were capable of.

“Let her go so she can at least nod Brett, then you’ll be nice and safe from those teeth okay?”

Brett let her go. She nodded slowly, head in a fog, trying to figure out how to get out of this.

“Did you say you tried her out? So she isn’t even a tight cunt anymore?”

“Relax Brett, we left her tighter than we found her, and I have other items in the bag if we need to help with that. Plus, I made sure we left her ass for you. After all, it wouldn’t be a celebration without popping a few corks right?”

“You’re so sweet babe” Brett kissed Yvette deeply, with a respect he clearly had none of for Elise.

“Let’s get this party started boys!” And with that Brett forced Elise over a bench. She sobbed but bent, no longer sure how much fight she could put forth. The cheerleaders all stripped out of their uniforms while the players began tearing off pads and tossing them in lockers.

She felt a thick finger slip under the band of her panties and with a sharp tug they tore. She whimpered when they cut into the delicate flesh of her stomach, but she knew that momentary sting was a drop in an ocean of pain to come.

Elise felt Brett’s cock slide up and down her slit, his sweat making it stick. Without lube this would be excruciating. She prepared to grit her teeth when Ryan, one of the line backers, smacked her across the face.

“No teeth bitch, remember it. Now suck my cock.” And with that he yanked her head back sharply, and when she went to gasp his thick dick slipped between her lips and began hammering the back of her throat. The strap-ons had been big but somehow the real thing seemed so much worse. Ryan’s member must have been 12” long, at least, and as thick around as her wrist, probably anywhere on her forearm. Her jaw already ached, stretched to the limit, as she tried her best to stretch it further rather than risk contact with her teeth.

At that moment Brett decided to start hammering at her pussy. All the memories of her rape flashed before her, as if on a torturous loop. Despite her best conscious efforts the walls of her vagina clamped shut, trying their hardest to keep out the intrusion, while making each thrust that much more painful for her.

“Come...on...cumsack...take...my...cock” Brett said with each driving thrust. Yvette grinned and ground against his hip, happy to see the next stage of the twat’s destruction.

“Hurt her Brett, you can go completely wild. The more you make her scream the more you’ll make me want to fuck your brains out, and you know you want what I have to offer.” She said, as she began kissing his neck and sliding her hands around his waist to feel and guide each vicious thrust.

Red shot through her vision with each thrust into her poor delicate flower. Inch by slow inch Brett made progress, exhausting her muscles, tearing her open. As the blood lubricated him he was able to get deeper and deeper inside. Meanwhile Ryan was pounding her tonsils like a war drum. Like a machine he slid in and out with a solid easy rhythm. Pushing a little harder each time, until, finally, he thrust past the little bend and all the way down her throat.

Now her air was completely cut off. She wanted to sob, she wanted desperately to be anywhere but here, but the need for air was a constant anchor, pinning her in the present. She could feel her throat expand as he slid up and down it, until her nose was mashed against his stomach and his balls slapped her chin. Then he slowly backed out with longer and longer strokes, getting a little further out of her throat each time before slamming all the way back in.

And then Brett bottomed out in her. She could feel him push against her cervix. Knock, knock, knock. Each time hurt more as a slow bruise seemed to spread inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit, and could almost take some relief from that.

Finally Ryan slid all the way out of her throat, giving her the chance to suck in a breath before he drove back into her and she choked on her own breath. As he slid out again she coughed up sputum and tried for another life giving gasp but he gave no respite. She gagged and choked and tried for breath each time he left her mouth.

“Alright slut, time to take that last virginity,” Brett said as he slowly slid out of her battered cunt. Ryan shoved his thick shaft all the way into her throat and jerked her head sideways, wrenching her neck. He held her their while Brett lined up his cock with her soft, virgin asshole.

“You like that you worthless cumsponge? You got to lose your virginity to me and the girls, and now, the last thing you’d have to offer is going to be shredded by my man. You should be happy, he’d never look at you otherwise, hell if it wasn’t for Ms. Church none of us would have even given you the time of day you useless fuckpig.”

Somehow, through the pain and the humiliation, Yvette’s words sunk in, and if she’d had any breath left Elise would have sobbed again. She was feeling light, like a balloon, and the edges of her vision were fading to black.

“Ugh, this bitch’s throat twitches like she want’s it if you cut off her air.” Ryan said, before Jerking his cock out of her throat. The sudden move felt like it ripped her throat raw. She gasped for breath, wondering why Ryan wasn’t still fucking her mouth. The world seemed sharper with the new breath, and then she felt Brett’s cock head pressing against her rosebud.

With a quick jerk, Yvette and Brett thrust in unison, cracking open Elise’s ass and driving a good three inches of meat in. Brett tightened his grip on her hips, digging her fingers into soft flesh, and pushed in, steadily with all his might, not giving her any relief, as he sunk into her. Four inches, then six, then eight, until he was all the way inside her.

The pain was so great and so visceral from the initial thrust that when she went to scream she threw up instead. Having been starved for breath she choked and sputtered, until she finally had enough breath to scream, but Ryan took that as his cue, and cut off her cries with his hard, eager cock. The two boys started to get a rhythm going, keeping pace with each other and making sure each thrust forced her a far down the opposing cock as possible.

The pain was like nothing she’d felt before. The invasion and shame was overwhelming, but she couldn’t spare them the energy. The pain of each thrust made her want to clench her teeth and it took all her focus and concentration to not bite down.

“Rip her up, I want to see if I can make it more fun for you,” Yvette said as she reached in the small supply bag and brought out old phone cable.

She lifted the tube top off of Elise’s tits, Ryan pause a moment so they could strip it off completely, and began squeezing them as hard as she could. She wanted to see if she could get her fingers to touch through the sensitive flesh.

In response to this new pain Elise screamed further still into Ryan’s cock.

“Uh, keep it up, every time you hurt her she clenches down with her ass, feels great.”

“I’m liking the buzz she keeps makin’ with her throat too. We should make this into a regular fuckoff.” Ryan pitched in.

“Only if you boys win, you have to earn your toys, but we promise, every win you get, we’ll roll out the trophy as long as we have her.”

Yvette began wrapping the phone cord around the base of Elise’s breasts. It was easy with her being double teamed because they already hung down and she couldn’t fight back, so Yvette could make sure they were extra tight. Each time the cord tightened Elise choked and whimpered.

After a while Ryan apparently got tired of her mouth and pulled her up by her hair.

"Lay back Brett. Let's show this bitch what 'full' means."

Brett grabbed the girls hair and neck and picked her up, bouncing her asshole on his cock as he turned around and sat on the bench. He leaned back and grabbed her arms, pulling them back so she had to arch her back. Ryan stepped between her legs and immediately began fucking her pussy.

Somehow the pain was worse. She felt so full, so violated. At least there wasn’t a cock in her mouth anymore. Unfortunately now she could see the room. While a couple cheerleaders and players had snuck off to the showers, almost all of them had stayed to watch and jeer at her. Sarah spit on her face. The players called her horrible names while the cheerleaders laughed and told her what an ugly pig slut she was.

Again white flashed before her eyes as her chest exploded in pain. Anna had found a leather belt in one of the lockers and was carefully laying extraordinarily painful lashes across her bound tits. Elise realized the horrible noise she was hearing was her own screaming. Raw and jagged from her torn up throat.

“Make her scream harder!”

“Beat the shit out of her!”

“Whip the tits off her!”

The various cheering for her pain was devastating, though it took a back seat to the raw agony her nerves were feeding her directly. Tim, the star center, and a monster of a boy, slid his hands around her throat and bent her head backwards until she was facing his cock directly. Like many of the other boys on the team he was freakishly endowed, and she could help but splutter a faint “no” as he pressed his cock past her lips.

The belt landed again and she shrieked as best she could. The boys in her pussy and ass were fucking in sync again. It felt like they were tearing her apart. Again the belt landed, leaving a line of fire across her tits. Tim began squeezing her throat every time he slid back out of it. Making it even harder for her to breath. When she choked up spit it dripped up her face and into her eyes. Again the belt seared her tits. Brett started pulling her elbows together, making her arch her back more. At once her arms felt on the brink of breaking and the cocks in her nether bits felt infinitely more painful. SLAP the leather struck again. The change in the angles meant that her defilers were no longer entering at the same angle, and were instead sawing back and forth against each other.

They began to pick up speed and Tim began caring less about whatever particular method he had been using before and just started fucking wildly into her face. If Brett hadn’t been holding her in place by her arms she would have been battered about by the frenzy of activity.

Yvette picked up the pliers that had been brought out earlier. And, knowing Elise wouldn’t see it coming motioned for Anna to stop the belting. She put one leg up on the bench for leverage and looked at how best to grab the blossom of pain that Elise’s battered titties.

Brett saw Yvette pick up the pliers and guessed at what was coming, and began thrusting as hard as he could. He wanted to be ready to cum when Yvette started. When she put her leg up on the bench he shifted his grip, grabbing both of Elise’s arms with one hand so he could softly caress the pussy of the most beautiful girl in school.

Yvette enjoyed Brett’s attentions for a moment, savoring the slow relief that was creeping into her frame since Anna had stopped her assault. Brett began sliding a gentle finger insider her, causing her to slowly buck her hips in response. What a thrill to be wrecking this sorry excuse for a woman.

Elise slowly realized the belt wasn’t landing anymore. Wonderment at her good fortune was short lived as she felt fingers begin to tease her nipples. Once Yvette had gotten Elise’s nipple sufficiently hard she brought the pliers up and clamped down as hard as she could. She savored ever bit of the scream that could be heard around Tim’s cock, and began to wrench and pull at the fleshbag. She never let the pressure let up, squeezing as tightly as she could with both hands.

Elise was certain they were trying to rip her poor breasts off. The pain made her screams wholly involuntary, and she began to retreat from the terrible scene she was being subjected to.

The boys, all feeling Elise tightening up at the same time, and getting off on her endless screaming fucked as hard as they could. Tim came first, mashing her face against his crotch, his balls, still sweaty from the game, resting directly on her eyes. He pumped his seed directly into her stomach, his cock shuddering and twitching in her throat hard enough he could feel it with the hands he had wrapped around her neck. Ryan came next, shooting his cum deep inside her.

“Hope you’re not on the pill bitch, I’d have a lot of fun beating your rape baby out of you.”

Finally Brett came, pulling her as far back as he could, grunting as he shot his jism deep into her bowels. When he finally stopped coming he shoved Elise off of him and she fell to the floor.

She whimpered and curled into a ball, trying to get away from the people that wanted to hurt her so badly, but Yvette grabbed her hair and arm and hauled her back up.

“Have some manners fuckpig, clean up the man who just came so generously in your ass.” And with that she forced Elise’s head towards Brett’s shit and blood stained cock. At first she resisted, but Anna picked up the pliers and began assaulting her other breast. At her first scream her mouth was full of the cock fresh from her ass. The taste was bitter and fowl, and she could taste the iron from all the blood. Her cunt and ass were swelling closed already, exhausted and hurt. But relief was not in sight yet. As she sucked and licked she felt the pull of someone’s hands on her hips. She whimpered slightly as she felt the head of another penis line up with her ass. Whomever it was began pushing into her without lube or preparation. It was slow and excruciating. If her first anal rape had felt like she was being torn in half, it now felt like she was being entirely shredded alive.

Finally Yvette let go of her head. Brett pushed her away and backhanded her, and were it not for the man lodged in her asshole, she would have tumbled backwards from the force of it. Her head rang and her vision blurred.

“Lets clean off that post game sweat hun, I want you to myself.” Yvette said, leading Brett to the showers. They walked out arm in arm, the happy romantic couple, leaving her to face the seemingly endless lines of fucking implements and beatings her angry rapists had lined up for her.

“Oh, and before I leave you all to your fun,” Yvette said, popping her head back into the room,” we’d like everyone to make sure they fuck her in the ass and in the mouth, preferably in that order and directly. Have fun!”

“WOO!”

“Anal train!”

“Wreck the bitch!”

“You aren’t gonna be able to shit straight for a week after this slut.”

Someone grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back with more phone cord. They pulled her up on her knees so her back was against whoever was currently raping her. Anna returned with the belt, her face grim but the hints of a sadistic smile creeping across her face as she approached.

Yvette enjoyed Brett’s tongue dancing around her clit while listening to the shrill cries from the other room. She knew they might go overboard, but who could blame them? The thrill of putting down such a miserable bitch was intoxicating.

Elise’s rape continued. A line formed of people ready to fuck her waiting ass, one after the other, players and girls with those same hard strap-ons that had hurt her so much last time. After a good stretch of ass fucking her rapist would come around to her front and rape her throat. If she was resistant a solid smack to her purple tits got her to open her mouth. One player came down her throat but refused to let go of her head. At first she thought he was trying to smother her, until he started pissing down her throat.

“Not just a cum doll, but a portable urinal guys!”

Everyone laughed, Elise choked down as much urine as she could, the rest spilling up out of her lips and down her chest. It burned her raw throat and she felt so ashamed that this was happening, even if it was outside her control. Her mind slowly started shifting the blame for this from her rapists to herself. Making up things she’d done wrong, and explaining to her how this was all she was worth and all she would ever be.

Some of the girls had apparently left the room earlier and now came back with arm’s full of things from the equipment room. They passed out bats, and disc weights, lacross balls and other toys.

Once everyone had had their turn in her ass, and fucked her throat open, they started playing games. Anna began tying the weights to the tourniquets on her tits. Some of the players stacked a few of the disc weights and helped Elise up onto them. She wanted to collapse but the many hands on her wouldn’t let her. Liz walked up to her and showed her two long needles, a little smaller than typical knitting needles. They were used for patching mats and any leather balls the gym had, but Liz had other plans. Pliers in one hand, needles in the other she pulled out Elise’s right nipple, and began to force the needle through her tit just behind the nub. Elise screamed and fought and tried to shake away, but too many people had hold of her and the weights on her chest made it hard to pull back. Liz pulled out her left nipple and repeated the process with the second needle. Elise screamed, not understanding how no one could have heard her.

Someone threw a couple of jump ropes over the rafters and tied larks heads around Elise’s new piercings. Her tits where hauled up until she couldn’t move between balancing the weights pulling down on her tits and the needles pulling up. People began to slowly let go of her.

“Alright slut, we’re going to play a little game. My goal is to see you with a baseball bat so far up your snatch we can’t get it out without tearing out your whole uterus. Your goal, obviously, is not to let this happen.” Sarah explained as she walked towards her with an aluminum bat.

She put the handle end of the bat against Elise’s pussy and started forcing it in. Elise’s raw ragged cunt blazed and she tried to move up to her toes to get away from the bat. Sarah managed to get the very end of the handle in and then kick the bat under until it was jammed vertically between the floor and Elise’s poor womanhood.

At the end of the row of lockers a group was forming, of players with lacross sticks and bats, and bags full of lacross balls.

“Alright guys, points for tits, cunt, and stomach, no points for ribs, knees, or face. Let’s try not to make her new position as school fuck rag too obvious.”

And with that the first lacross ball pelted her in the stomach. She threw up and almost lost her balance. The cum and piss and bile on her chest made the holes in her tits burn like they were on fire. The next ball hit her square in the clit. She stumbled and nearly passed out, her vision blurring, and the pain as her nipples began to tear only barely keeping her present enough to remain standing.

The assault continued, as others slipped away to shower and suck and fuck with each other. Always showing a love and care that Elise would never get to see towards herself. Finally, someone using a bat and Lacross ball managed to nail her clit again, and she fell. The needles ripped out of her nipples and the handle of the bat slammed into her cervix.

She awoke to the sharp pang of smelling salts.

“Wake up, broken tits. Wakey wakey.”

Someone was fumbling with her breasts and she felt a sharp pain as they cut away the cords that had been binding them, leaving a nice gash behind. As the blood flowed back into her breasts, just how mangled that had truly become hit her all at once. Her throat was so raw she could no longer cry out so she whimpered and whined and shook on the floor.

“Don’t feel too bad, the bat didn’t even get that far in you, you’ll live, and you’ll probably get to keep your cunt too, not that anyone would ever want to put a baby in you anyway you useless fuck.” And with that someone pulled the 8” or so inches of bat out of her with one solid yank. The pain made her gasp and winded her.

“Clean yourself up cunt” Sarah said, tossing her top and panties back at her.

“Alright everybody, we’re kinda late cause we got carried away, but let’s get to that afterparty! WOOO!” Yvette said, noting that the rape of the girl had gone on for a solid two hours.

Elise couldn’t move. She couldn’t cry. She just lay there in shock. She was bruised and exhausted and weak and bleeding and in pain and she had no idea what she had done to deserve all this.

Eventually she woke up on the tile floor. Her breasts had started to scab and she ached all over. She struggled to get to her feet, but could barely manage to get to all fours. The effort it required set off the pain in her stomach and she threw up, blood and cum and piss pooled underneath her. There was so much cum. Each of the boy’s had come in her stomach at least once. Which meant she’d been fucked at least twice as often since the girls had enjoyed themselves at least as much as the boys.

She tried to stand again but her muscles gave out and she fell into the pile of cum. Finally the tears came to her, and she sobbed and sobbed, spent and broken on the floor.

Laura bucked and kicked as she came again. Large slabs of meat weren’t usually her type, but Todd had a particular talent with his tongue that made him worth her time.

“God, you need to teach everyone to do that. What time is it?”

Todd looked at the clock at the front of the car.

“Almost midnight.”

“Should be enough time. Maybe she’ll surprise us and have showered, goodness knows my car would appreciate it.”

Laura fixed her skirt, adjusted her jacket and stepped out into the cool night air leaving Todd to dress himself. She began to walk to the locker room, Yvette had shared the details when the kids all left for the afterparty. Tomorrow would be a half day, where almost all of school wouldn’t show up, as the weekend was the senior ski trip. The entire resort had been rented out, after all, this was a special moment in the senior’s lives, and Laura didn’t mind spending a bit of money over that.

She could hear Elise sobbing from out in the hall. When she opened the final door she was greeted with the sight of Elise, sobbing in a pink puddle of blood and cock juice. She was instantly wet again but put on her best face.

“Oh my god!” She yelled, as she ran over, careful not to slip in anything, “My god Elise. Alright, it’s okay, I found you, we found you, let’s get you to the shower, get you cleaned up okay?”

If this bitch tries to hug me I may just put her down here, she thought as she grabbed a towel off a shelf so she wouldn’t have to touch the wretched girl.

“Come on, stand up, I’ve got you, let’s just get you to the showers.”

She eventually got Elise under a shower, and reasonably well rinsed. She got a first aid kit and bandaged Elise’s nipples neatly. Elise was near catatonic, simply taking whatever direction Laura gave her. So when she bundled the girl in towels and lead her to her car she had no difficulties whatsoever.

Todd drove them to her office in the city, where they took an elevator directly from the parking garage to her office on the 48th floor. Elise was sat in a wooden chair facing Laura’s desk, Laura sat in the outrageously comfortable wing backed reclining chair behind the desk, and began coaxing Elise to talk.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about what happened yet, so near the trauma, but you are far from there now, way up high in the city, in my office. Can we make you more comfortable?”

Elise, was slowly coming out of her shock, repressing the memories of what had happened.

“I’m k-kinda cold.”

“Right! I’m sorry, you had an encounter with the elements when you were a child I remember reading that in your record. cold really makes you uncomfortable now. Todd, turn up the heat a little please.”

Elise was glad she was finally safe... Kids were horrific, but perhaps if she made it through this she could grow up to be like Ms. Church, and help the good kids make something of their lives.

“D-Do you and Mr. Rakasin know each other well?”

“Haha! Well, I would say I know everyone well, but yes, I know Todd quite well. We fuck regularly after all.”

Elise froze. There had been no malice in Ms. Church’s voice, but the casual admission didn’t fit her professional demeanor... Little bells were going off in Elise’s head but she was too confused to know why.

Then she saw it, in the corner by a barrister bookcase, was a grey duffle bag. The zipper was partly undone but the items inside were green and yellow and hard and Elise knew exactly what it was. Perhaps Ms. Church had found it and confiscated it? But that rang hollow to her. She was beginning to see the whole picture.

“nonononono.” Elise said in her lowest whisper. Mr. Rakasin’s hands passed in front of her, and she felt him handcuff her wrists together.

“nononononopleasenopleasepleasepleaseno.” Her voice slowly rising, her mind slowly recoiling, drawing away from what she’d thought was her last hope in a life that had suddenly turned violent and cruel.

“Oh yes Elise, we’ll have some fun tonight, such a lovely time, just you, me, and Mr. Rakasin.” She said, standing and walking around the desk. “and we’ll have you all ready for your big show too.”

Elise began sobbing again, her shoulders rocking in heaves and gasps. She slowly leaned forward as if trying to curl into a ball. Ms. Church grabbed her hair and lifted her head.

“Oh come now Elise, when you cry like that you distort your face, I don’t want to have to burn out your tear ducts just to see every time you clench your teeth. Shape up, show me you aren’t completely worthless you horrible little shit.” Her tone transitioned from warm to venomous smoothly.

“B-B-But you... you said... The Bradley...” Elise tried to explain, between gasps for air and racking sobs .

“Oh Please, Bradley’s the name of the board member that gets to rape you first tomorrow. You didn’t really think anyone gave a shit about you, did you? Please, you have no friends, you’re practically see through. You work your ass off for grades Yvette gets while still enjoying her damn life, not to mention the fact that you have got to be the plainest bitch in the whole school. Your father isn’t even going to miss you. You’re a toy, and we plan on playing with you until you break.

“Speaking of which, I am going to have my fun with you before the board gets their hands on you. Todd?”

Muscular hands clamped around Elise’s wrists and lifted her straight up and out of the chair. The towel she’d been wrapped in fell away leaving her naked. She fought and kicked and flailed her legs but succeeded only in knocking over the chair she’d been sitting in. Mr. Rakasin lifted the shackles over a hook on a chain coming down from the ceiling. Elise had to stand on her toes to prevent all her weight from being supported by the hard metal handcuffs. Even then they bit into her wrists.

Laura selected a short rattan cane from the case on the wall and gave it an idle flip as she walked over to the hanging Elise.

“Alright Elise, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to scream and cry and be as loud as you can. I’m going to help you with this by actively training you. By the end of tonight, perhaps you’ll at least be an adequate piece of fuckmeat, though I have some doubts you could even get that right. So scream and beg, call for help and pray. I want to show you that no one cares, no one is going to help, there are no superheroes, just people with power, and strength, and initiative like me, and sad little pieces of meat like you. And it’s my place in the world to consume you and use you, until I am bored, or there is nothing left.”

She punctuated her statement with a whistling blow of the rattan cane across.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Elise scream, before coughing because of her already abused throat.

“So Elise, are you a little cocksucker? Do you like eating pussy?” Ms. Church asked

“W-what?”

She swung the cane at the same spot, then used the bounce to repeat it three more times down her thighs.

“You are a cocksucker and a carpetmuncher, Elise. You do want nothing more in life than pussy juice dribbling down your chin. Now say it.”

“No!”

“You’re really saying no? I didn’t think you had this much spine in you girl.” She replied, blurring the cane as it bounced of Elise’s cheeks, flaring reds and slowly fading into violets.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAA PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! I’ll say it! I want to eat pussy, I’m a cocksucker!”

“Well, I’m glad you are learning. But I need you to be a bit more creative than that Elise, don’t just parrot me, especially after your little bout with defiance. Why not tell me what a whore you are?” WHACK! WHACK!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I’m a whore, Jesus please! I’m a whore just stop hitting me!”

“You’re parroting again Elise, If you do it again I’ll make you regret it. Get thoughtful, try slut or cunt.” THUMP! CRACK! CRACK! The rattan cane was sturdy, and showed no signs of splintering despite the pleasant ache that was starting up in Laura’s shoulder from the force of the blows.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUHUHUH” Elise’s cries were less sharp as the pain of the blows spread through her body, “I’m-I’m a slut, a worthless cunt Ms. Church.”

Laura stepped to her left and brought the cane up in a backhand, landing a blow on the underside of the girls breasts. The force made it look like her tits tried to crawl up over her shoulders, and the wounds on her nipples started bleeding again.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH” The scream was earsplitting, and eventually devolved into coughing. Elise was surprised she’d had that left in her.

“First, that was barely any better, secondly, you call me mistress from now on. In fact any one that has the opportunity to make use of you wretched fucking body you will address as mistress or master. You will beg to be used and fucked and to pleasure them with your tongue or tonsils. Because if you don’t, well, this will be the only way they’ll have fun with you.”

Elise got control over her coughing and hung her head, panting, watching the blood seep into the bandages on her chest.

Laura swung the cane at the back of the girls thighs a few more times then another quick swing up at her tits, this time just catching her nipples and knocking a bandage off. Elise was apparently still full of screams.

“Elise, I’m still waiting. Pretend I’m someone that needs to be convinced that you are my hopeless fucktoy.”

“I’m...I’m a slut. I need to be used, please, make me eat your pussy. I’m a worthless cunt...” Elise struggled for more words when she remembered something Yvette had said, “I’m a dirty fuckpig and you should use all my holes.”

“MUCH better Elise, Much better. Are you believing it yet? Do you understand your new life? Maybe if you are good later one of the boardmembers will want to bother with you enough to buy you. Would you like that?”

“I just want to be f-f-fucked mistress.” Elise managed to babble.

“Oh HO! Very smart Elise, if you actually learn your place perhaps we’ll be able to take those shiny bracelets off you. You don’t deserve bracelets anyone, you should be driven naked through the streets to the jeers and mocks of anyone around, beaten with sticks and bats and whatever can be found.”

Elise began sobbing again.

Laura sighed, such quick progress, of course it faded just as fast. “Todd, grab that leg and open her up.” She grabbed the girls left leg while Todd grabbed her right and spread her legs as far as the could. Laura called on her workouts and jammed the cane as far into the girls cunt as she could in one quick thrust.

Elise felt all the tears and abrasions reopen and shrieked again. While she kicked and squirmed, tearing up her wrists as she tried to free the object from her pussy, she watched Ms. Church return to the case and select a long thin black rod.

“Elise, you know what I want, try to do better.” And she cast the fiberglass switch through the air, whistling as it came, before landing across the girls freshly beaten ass with a SNAP!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Elise screamed into the uncaring office. Seeing the city lights outside the window, wondering just how far 48 stories was, and whether anyone could hear her.

Laura began to go to work, whipping the girl’s thighs up and down, and inside and out. She migrated to the girl’s stomach and began creeping upwards to her tits.

Elise fought through the pain as best she could, knowing that it would become so much worse when her tormentor finally reached her breasts.

“I-I want- I want to lick your clit! Let me lick you! Let me crawl to you and kiss your feet!”

Laura paused, eager to hear how well the girl would take to her training.

Realizing she was waiting for more Elise scrambled for more put downs for herself.

“I’m a worthless..uh...fucktoy. I’m meant to be used, please, please use me, buck against my mouth, fuck me, make me make you cum! I want to make you cum! I want to serve you!”

“You’re getting better, but you don’t have the commitment yet. I really don’t think you know what you should be offering. And don’t leave Todd out, he practically carried you to the car, you should be grateful.”

“Yes! YES! I am, I’ll suck on him, I’ll suck his penis, please, please let me!”

“You’re just stalling Elise, offer more, make me think you care more about being what you are meant to be than about saving your own skin. You have a place in life Elise, and it’s firmly under my heel.” She raised the fiberglass switch again, intending to pick up where she’d left off.

“He can fuck me! Let him fuck me while I eat you out! I’ll be his fuck toy and never stop attending to your every wish mistress!”

“Hmm, shall we try this little experiment? You should know, Todd likes hurting little girls like you, gets a thrill out of it, and I think you should be asking to drink my piss, to really show that you’ve accepted what you are, cunt.”

“Yes! I’ll drink your piss, and I’m sure when master fucks me it will hurt, he’ll be happy! You’ll be happy, I’ll make you happy, I promise!”

Mr. Rakasin walked around in front of Elise and she saw him in full for the first time. He was not lean but even so the sheer weight of his muscle on his frame was visible, but that was not what made her whimper. His cock was already partly erect, looking like the fat end of a baseball bat.

“Well, If you are so willing I suppose we should get you nice and cleaned up then! After all, you did just play cum dumpster to the entire football team, and cheerleading team too. My goodness but you’re a well used slut.”

While Mr. Rakasin pulled up a floor tile under Elise, revealing a drain and concrete floor, Ms. Church slid open a cabinet panel and took out a jug with a nozzle on a tube and a cord coming out of it. The nozzle was long and rounded and metal and full of holes.

“This, Elise, is a steam cleaner. Quite the little trick they are, they pressurize and heat water until they can blast steam that often exceeds 212 degrees. You’d be amazed what you can do with a little pressure. Now, from all the reports I’ve heard, you were fucked something good all round, so I guess we’ll start with you whore cunt.”

And with that Laura pulled out the cane and replaced it with the head of the steam cleaner. She turned a valve and Elise immediately began screaming and thrashing. It felt like someone had shoved a hot iron inside her. Steam escaped from her pussy and billowed up around her. Ms. Church turned the valve again and yanked the nozzle out. Elise wept, not strong enough to stand on her toes anymore, hanging from her wrists alone, blood starting to trickle down her arms from where the hard steel bit into flesh.

“Todd is going to tidy you up a bit too, might as well have you looking just right for the board.”

Elise looked up and saw Mr. Rakasin holding a large knife and a small bottle of shaving cream.

“Now Elise, we have to get you clean, and this is going to hurt, but if you thrash like last time, I’m fairly certain Todd could miss and cut your clit clean off, so do be good and try not to thrash too hard.” Laura said, starting to force the nozzle into the girls battered rectum.

She whimpered as Mr. Rakasin started spreading shaving cream on her mons. She was surprised by how gentle he was, accurate and clean. The hair fell away and soon she was looking as smooth as a little girl. But just as he was reaching the folds of her labia, she felt Ms. Church turn on the steam. She bit her lip and screamed into her closed mouth, trying with all her strength to hold her lower body still, the razor sharp edge of the blade softly travelling over her skin a threat against moving, and the boiling steam filling her guts and urgent motive to flail madly. She could feel the cramps starting as the steam continued to fill her intestines. Mr. Rakasin finished up and moved back to admire his handywork. His cock was now standing at attention and reminded her more of a man’s forearm. It dwarfed anything she’d seen in the locker room.

Ms. Church turned off the valve and removed the nozzle.

“Alright Elise, do you still want Todd to fuck you?”

Elise tried to swallow, “Y-y-es mistress. P-please have him f-f-fuck me.”

“Todd? If you would?” Laura said, bringing over a recliner from the corner and laying herself on it whileTodd lifted the girl bodily off the hook and let her fall to the floor in front of her.

“Alright Elise, better get pleasing, if you can’t get me off I’ll leave that steam cleaner in you while I go and get ready for the board, so do a good job.”

Elise, crawled forward, putting her head between Ms. Church’s thighs and slowly licking at her pussy.

“Todd, wreck this slut, but try to leave something behind for the board alright?”

Elise whimpered as she felt the massive head of Mr. Rakasin’s cock against her thigh. When he skipped over her cunt altogether and began forcing it into her ass she tried to get up, only to have Ms. Church grab her hair and pull her face hard into her crotch.

“You don’t deserve anything resembling pleasure. You fuck, and suck, and beg to get us off, that’s it, toy.”

Elise screamed into the older woman’s pussy as it felt like she was being split like dry wood. She felt like she was literally being destroyed as he forced more and more of his member inside of her. She didn’t understand how she could feel this much pain. In the movies didn’t people pass out when the pain got too great? Her poor little mind was breaking over this.

Ms. Church lifted her head and slapped her across the face.

“Lick Elise, do something, show me that you really have learned something or I will feed you into one of the school’s riding mowers, inch by sad scrawny little inch.”

Elise managed to maintain enough of her mind to hear the sincerity in the woman’s voice, and began applying her tongue as best she could. Mr. Rakasin still hadn’t bottomed out and was already a good foot into her colon. The pain was a solid thud at this point, rattling her organs and feeling like someone was slowly slamming her down harder and harder on a great splitting wedge.

Each whimper and squeak out of the girl made Ms. Church hotter and she ground the slut’s nose into her pubic bone. The girl was in so much pain she could barely focus on giving pleasure, so Laura made up for that by grinding into the girls face as hard as she could, cutting off her air and feeling each scream and sob vibrate through her.

She watched Todd over the scrunched form of the teenager. He was working methodically, slowly destroying her, inch by inch, stoic and completely devoid of emotion. The man was an engine of entropy. If she didn’t have him firmly wrapped around her finger she might consider him far too dangerous to let live in her district. But she couldn’t help but like the man, he shared her love for pain and destruction, and moments like these he was such an asset. She certainly didn’t mind giving him a treat now and again, though Charles Bradley might when he looked at the hallway Rakasin had turned Elise’s backside into.

Elise fought for breath, barely remembering to try to please Ms. Church, caught up entirely on the feeling that her organs were shifting around the incredible violation she was suffering. She could feel the warm blood running down her thighs, the pain was so great she couldn’t even tell what was wrong anymore, though she assumed that her asshole had been torn open. Every thrust that drove a little deeper felt like she’d been hit in the stomach with a tree.

Her mind was beginning to retreat. She could hear the sounds, the wet squelch, the muffled screams coming from her throat, Ms. Church’s moans, but it was background noise, somewhere else, somewhere in the distance.

Laura felt the girl gasping as Todd compressed. She pulled the fuckpig’s face into her crotch and came harder than she had in a long time. Elise sputtered, unable to breath, with a giant cock pressing all the breath out of her lungs. Laura bucked against the slowly suffocating girl while Todd finally fully penetrated her .

Laura fell back on the chair, happy for her third orgasm of the night. But there was fun still to be had, and she didn’t want to waste a moment of it, so she sat up and signaled Todd. He grabbed Elise by the waist and picked her up, never stopping fucking the slut’s asshole. He effortless masturbated with her body, using her as a fucksleeve.

Laura spread the girls legs and began sliding fingers into her cunt. First two, then three, then four. She pushed into the bitch’s love hole, working her knuckles in and slowly bringing her back to reality. She folded her thumb over and began pushing up as Todd pulled the girl down onto his dick, forcing her hand in roughly. Finally her knuckles slipped inside and she made a fist, punching upwards at the girls uterus and jerking her hand roughly back to spread the girls hole open wide.

Elise simply cried, and weakly tried to push Laura’s hand away. She made low moaning noises that seemed more like a discontent child than a young woman being savagely raped.

Laura finally managed to get her hand out as a fist, and quickly thrust it back in, tear and stretching the girl’s vagina. Soon she started to unfurl her hand, raking her nails against the sensitive flesh and causing Elise to begin thrashing in earnest. She put pressure on the back wall of the cunt to feel Todd’s cock slide in and out of the girls chute. She could feel him quickening his pace, and she wanted to make sure he got the chance to get off.

She started fisting the girl in time with his strokes, filling her guts together thrust after thrust. Elise Mewled and tried harder to get away, kicking and pushing with her feet but she couldn’t stop the violation. Finally Todd came inside her, grunting and thrusting in staccato rhythm. When he was done he discarded the girl on the floor and left the room. Laura looked down at the bitch.

“One last thing before we get you cleaned up and caged for the night slut, I want to make you as tight as possible for the board, and as they’ll be fucking you in just a few hours now, and I need to get some sleep, I’m going to resort to something of a shortcut,” She said as she walked to the cupboard.

Elise saw her remove a red canister from the shelf and return to her.

“Now Elise, this is Oleresin Capsacin, and if you let me spray it a bit we can get you to bed, so spread those meat holes as wide as you can for me and we can get this done with.”

Elise only hesitated a moment before she realized she would have to do this anyway, but refusal simply meant the pain would be more drawn out. She lifted her legs as far as she could in her exhausted state and reached down to spread her lips.

“Both holes cunt.”

She spread her ass as well and immediately felt a solid blast of something into her cunt and ass. Laura kept the trigger down, alternating holes, until the burning started and Elise screamed and curled up in a ball.

“In case you were wondering you dumb, worthless, shit, Oleresin Capsacin is weaponized pepper spray. When Todd get’s back he’ll put you in your cage until tomorrow, when we’ll clean you up and you will address the board as a proper fucktoy, otherwise today’s today’s events will seem like dance lessons and going out for ice cream.”

After Mr. Rakasin came back he dragged Elise to a cage in a back room and locked her in for the night, the pain in her nethers was so unbearable she didn’t sleep at all, she just screamed until she couldn’t anymore, then moaned and rocked as the unbelievable burning made her feel like acid was eating her most private of parts.

The next day she was hosed down with cold water, once again triggering her anxiety and inducing a minor panic attack. He orifices were thoroughly flushed with cold water, hot water, soapy water and more hot water. Her cunt had closed up again, swollen and tender. Her ass still gaped slightly but hurt tremendously and so she had a tendency to clench it as hard as she could to temporarily relieve the pain.

She was dressed in a typical school girl outfit and around 11 the next morning was given over to a group of older men who had her do all manner of depraved things, including pleasuring a prostitute they had hired for the event.

When Ms. Church finally showed up to drag her back to her cage she’d endured a full 12 hours of rape and degradations at the hands of men and women 2-3 times her age

She was thoroughly cleaned again, given even more painful enemas than last time, and freshly shaved. She was given a short pink sundress to wear and nothing else. The dress wasn’t quite see through but was translucent enough that it would have made her uncomfortable once.

She was ravenously hungry, having not had anything to eat in a day and a half, but no offer of food was made, she was just bound and stuffed into a large bag which was then zipped up and tossed somewhere dark.

Her evening passed agonizingly slowly, her stomach filled with dread and hunger pangs, her arms bound so she couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep, and the air circulating into the bag through a few holes and the zipper was thin and stale enough that it kept triggering minor panic attacks.

After having fallen out of herself during her most recent rape, the psychological torture and anxiety of her night in the bag brought all her senses tingling back to her. She could feel every cut and bruise, and in the darkness pondered why she was so bad as to deserve all this, and how she could be better.

Finally she heard car doors slam and realized she was in the back of a vehicle. The drive lasted hours and more before the vehicle finally stopped and she felt the bag lifted from the floor. She felt the bag drop a moment before the fall to the floor knocked the wind out of her and the bag was unzipped, the sudden light blinding to her.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite useless crapsack,” Ms. Church’s voice was disembodied as Elise’s eyes struggled to adjust to the light.

“Stand up fucktoy.”

Elise tried to stand up but her legs were numb and cramped from having been stuck in the bag all night. Before she could fall though a massive hand tangled itself in her hair and pulled her upwards. She whimpered softly, worried that fighting would cause her hair to tear loose, as she was slowly lowered back to the ground. The pins and needles in her legs were agonizing but she managed to maintain her feet. She could finally see Ms. Church standing in front of her looking unbelievable in a leather torsolette and skin tight black pants.

“Show me that cunny of yours.”

Elise knew better than to hesitate now and lifted her dress, still blushing at the exposure.

“Excellent. Now, we’ll get you in make-up and then off to the presentation alright?”

The next 45 minutes or so were spent putting on professional make-up and trying her in different shoes. By the time they were done she looked the perfect whore. Too much make up to look proper but not so much to diminish her looks. She somehow combine the look of innocent in the light sundress, with the girl that gave out blowjobs between classes in the boys bathroom in the make-up and heels.

“Alright slut, march.”

She was marched through plain halls until she was on a stage behind a thick velour curtain. She turned to look at Ms. Church who slapped her.

“Eyes front cunt, you’re 15 minutes are about to begin.”

The curtain began to open. The cheers of a large crowd washed over Elise as Ms. Church prodded her in the back to walk forward onto the main stage. The Auditorium was fully lit, but even so it took Elise a moment to see past the stage lights and start recognizing people in the crowd. It was her class. The entire class of 500 students. Elise was mortified. She had never been on stage before, heck she kept to herself so she didn’t have to confront large groups of people in hallways.

There were hoots and catcalls and then she heard it through her panic ridden mind. The sound of her own voice, crying, pleading, begging, gagging. She turned and looked up. Three giant screens were displaying her successive rapes over the past two days. The lockerroom after the game, Ms. Church’s office, and the board room. She saw herself raped in three holes at once, beaten and begging to be used, and eating out the asshole of a prostitute on a table, all at once.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I hope this is getting your engines running because this is only the beginning of your fantastic Senior SKIITRIP!” Ms. Church announced over a handheld mic.

The crowd roared its approval, boys and girls both stripping down in the seats, ready to tear this piece of meat apart.

“So Elise, while you were busy taking it in every hole like the worthless whore you are, everyone else was at the Homecoming Dance. You’ll be happy to know that amongst the lovely times, Yvette and Brett were elected homecoming king and queen. You know what that means?” She held the mic in front of Elise’s mouth.

“N-no?”

“Of course you don’t you dumb cum-pump. It means they get first crack at you!”

Elise burst into tears, as Brett and Yvette climbed the stage, naked as jays and confident as hell that they looked phenomenal.

Brett grabbed the front of her sundress in his left hand and slammed his fist into her face. Her nose broke and blood sprayed down her chest as she fell backwards. Using her weight against the seams Brett yanked up with his left hand and tore her dress completely off, tossing it off the front of the stage non-chlantly.

Meanwhile, Yvette had taken the mic from Ms. Church.

“Hello everybody! As a kind of pay it forward for Ms. Church being so kind and generous to us, we have decided that we won’t take our privleges as King and Queen and instead we are going to throw Elise straight to the wolves! So come on down and get a piece before she’s nothing but a broken fuck hole!”

Brett grabbed Elise’s hair and threw her off the front of the stage after her dress. She hit her head again and hyperextended her pinky when she landed, but she had no time to complain as her peers were already upon her. Pulling her this way and that, pulling on her hair and arms, spreading her legs, and probing her holes. Two boys were trying to spread her legs as far as they could. As they kept pushing her hips ached and burned. Meanwhile a girl was trying to work her whole hand into Elise’s cunt. When she tried to scream her mouth was immediately filled with someone’s cock. Her breasts were being mauled by people that couldn’t quite get near enough to grab anything else and her old wounds tore again.

Someone discovered the hyperextension of her little finger and began working it back and forth. She screamed again around the cock in her throat. When she tried to inhale again after the scream her jaws closed slightly and the boy shoved his fingers in her mouth to spread it wide.

“Bitch tried to bite me!”

The crowd booed and people started hitting her. Someone hit her in the kidney and she screamed again. The girl between her legs began shoving her fist up Elise’s cunt as hard as she could, effectively punching her in the womb.

“Wait wait! I found something that might help” Elise heard someone yell. There was a pause then cheering. Elise was dropped to the ground but her limbs were still tightly held. Someone stepped into the light and as her eyes refocused she saw Anna grinning down at her with a twenty pound sledge.

Anna wound up and swiped the sledge into Elise’s jaw from the side, knocking loose a couple molars and a number of her front teeth on the left side. Elise spit up teeth and turned to look up again only to see the sledge drop straight down into her mouth. It knocked what remained of her front teeth down her throat and broke her jaw. Elise tried screaming but the pain from it immediately made her stopped and the best she could muster was breathing heavily through her nose while trying not to choke on her own teeth and blood.

“One more you fucking bitch.” Anna said, swinging the sledge one last time from the other side. What teeth she had left hung loosely from her gums and Anna handed the sledge to someone, kneeled on Elise’s shoulders painfully and shoved her hand in Elise’s mouth to start ripping her remaining teeth out by hand. The pain overwhelmed Elise and she felt like she was floating in blackness. She couldn’t get closer to being back in her body if she wanted to.

The relief was short lived though, as she came RUSHING back to her senses to see that Anna had been replaced by Ms. Church.

“Thought this might happen,” Laura said, holding up the now empty syringe, “so I brought some insurance. After all, we wouldn’t want you to miss a moment of your senior class ski trip would we Elise?!” She punctuated her sentence with a slap across Elise’s face and a peal of laughter.

Elise’s mind exploded in chaos, torn between trying desperately to shut down and the drugs keeping her awake and anchoring her to every pain and agony.

A boy had worked his way under Elise and was pushing his cock into her asshole. Meanwhile the girl who’s fist was in her cunt was trying to force a finger past her cervix. Even the pressure from her trying was agonizing to Elise.

Another boy grabbed her neck and forced his cock into her mouth. Every time he pushed into her throat his pubic bone would hit her jaw and cause her agony. She sobbed around the shaft as he pumped into her throat until he came, only to be replaced by another. The boy under her came and was replaced by a girl with one of the hard plastic strap-ons from her first rape.

Finally, the girl in her cunt managed to force a finger into Elise’s cervix.

“HA! The bitch does still have a hole in her that’s tight, and here I thought she’d fucked everything into loose, gaping holes.” The girl then started trying to work a second finger in. The girl under her was replaced by another boy as well as the person that had been fucking her throat.

“Fuck, her ass is already loose, it’s like someone pushed a bat in here, this is bullshit.”

“Hold on Craig, I’ll help you out,” the girl between Elise’s legs said as she pulled her fingers out of Elise’s cervix and started digging her nails into the back wall of Elise’s cunt. She pushed until she could get her hand around the cock in Elise’s asshole, and began to give a handjob to Craig.

“HA!, a handjob in an anal fuck, I like this! Thanks Tina.”

As another guy finished fucking her throat he waited and pissed down it, she choked and sputtered but most of the acrid stuff found its way into her stomach. He was replaced by a girl that used Elise’s broken gums to stimulate her clit, holding Elise’s head in place while she pushed against her broken jaw.

“I’m fuckin’ tired and I want a turn,” one of the boys holding her leg said.

“okay, so, why don’t we just fix her so we don’t have to even hold her legs?” The other said.

“yeah, but even if we had rope we don’t have anywhere to tie it.”

The girl at her mouth finally got off, grinding the broken bones in Elise’s jaw together as she came. Then she held Elise’s nose closed and pissed all over Elise’s face and mouth.

“I’ve got an idea, help clear people a bit and we’ll push her legs up.”

The boys, still holding her legs tightly, began to push them past where she could maintain a split and she felt her muscles straining not to break. They began to jerk and tug at her legs while trying to force her legs past where they could bend. Finally they began to see the tendons in her crotch and hips tear and snap under the skin. They pulled more and more joined them and they popped her hips out of their sockets.

The pain of this shot through Elise but still she couldn’t pass out, whatever Ms. Church had given her held her firmly in the present. Between her jaw and hips she could barely process anything anymore, her world was pain, and only getting worse.

The torture and rape continued for hours. Eventually Tina got her whole fist inside Elise’s uterus and began trying to pull it out of her.

“I’m going to rip out the only thing that qualifies you as a woman you ugly little shit,” Tina said, yanking on Elise’s womb, scratching the insides trying to get purchase and tear the whole thing from her belly.

She was raped hundreds of times, spit on, pissed on, punched, slapped, and treated like trash. No one missed an opportunity to tell her how worthless and ugly she was, and even how she couldn’t even make a good fuck doll.

Eventually someone suggested that since they’d broken her jaw, they should make the other end hurt the same way. Tina got out of the way and left, the girl that had been trying to fist Elise’s ass got out of the way, and someone stood over Elise, sledgehammer raised. Even though no one was holding her legs, she had no control over them anymore, and couldn’t thrash away from what she knew was coming.

The sledgehammer descended and struck her directly in the cunt, shatter her pelvis, and lodged itself in her pussy.

“Whoa!” said the boy who had made the swing. Other’s cheered and laughed. Elise bucked with what control over her body she still had, her world a swirling vortex of colors and pain, her torments painting sounds and sensations in blacks and reds, robbing her of what sanity remained in her. And still she couldn’t pass out.

And she was continually raped for hours more, her broken pelvis emphasizing every thrust and her broken jaw making choking down cum and piss a matter of desperate survival. No matter how much she wanted to just give up, to just die in her mind, her body kept struggling to live.

“Hey, there was some more stuff in that closet with the hammer, let’s see if we can use anything else!”

A few of the kids ran off to the utility closet while Laura continued watching her lovely class enjoy their orgy. She loved when they got creative and improvised. She was impressed when they came back with some gardening tools, an air compressor, and a bunch of tools for the air compressor. Struck by and idea, she met the returning innovators and requested one of the tools they had.

“Alright everybody, I have a little request before I let you get back to your fun. “ Elise heard Ms. Church’s voice say.

The crowd backed off and Laura knelt over Elise with an antique sickle the grounds keepers had probably once used for managing the edges of the slopes. Elise sputtered blood and spittle, trying to ask Ms. Church the one question that was foremost in her mind, why?

“Sorry Elise, I can’t really understand you, and, frankly, don’t give a shit anyway. However, my kids are trying to make little coin purse things, and so I want a little souvenir.” And with that Laura started running the razor point around the base of Elise’s tits. When she’d finally cut through enough skin she handed the sickle back to one of the students and started peeling back the skin. She had to yank and tear at them, but she looked good in blood, so who cared.

Meanwhile some other students had hitched up the Air compressor and, ironically, attached a rescue tool to it. While Ms. Church occupied Elise by slowly ripping all the skin off her tits, the students used the opportunity to begin crushing her fingers with the tool, one by one.

Laura finally pulled the last of the skin free, and left the rape to continue now that she had her trophies. Elise’s blooded chest heaved up and down as she tried to keep breathing in light of the pain. The student she’d handed the sickle to was now trying to skin Elise alive, carefully tracing lines on the skin and pulling away at it. Meanwhile people returned to fucking her various holes, and doing things like squeezing her bare tits to make her asshole clamp down from the pain.

The air compressor had a rotary blade attached to it and people began sawing through her knees. The pain was finally getting so great that she could feel it winning out over the drugs. She had no idea what time it was, only that this had gone on for an eternity in her mind.

Some other students spread her cunt as far as they could and tried forcing a weeding claw up into her womb. When they finally got it in they used it to hook into the walls of her uterus and finally began pulling it out of her. She was bleeding badly, inside and out, and her heart was beginning to flutter as she went into circulatory shock. Her womb was torn free from its moorings and left hanging outside her body, prolapsed in the extreme.

Laura saw the light starting to fade from Elise’s eyes and decided it was time for the finale.

“Alright everyone! I’m glad we’ve had some fun here but it’s just about time for everyone to have dinner. I could use a few volunteers to help, but the rest of you should all proceed to the dining area now to get some food, hot cocoa, and relax for the Elise’s final performance!”

Laura directed some of her volunteers to pick up the aircompressor, a post hole digger, and a woodchipper attachment. And proceeded to lead them up to the ski-jump.

It was bitterly cold here, but Ms. Church was filled with fire right now and barely even felt it. The same could not be said for Elise, whose childhood dread managed to seep in through the pain. After all, she was exposed to the cold, not just without clothes, but without the benefit of much of her skin!

At the top of the slope, Ms. Church, had one of the students use the post hole digger to spread Elise’s ruined ass as far open as she could. While he was doing that, the two girls assembled, plugged in, and turned on the wood chipper attachment to the air compressor. Ms. Church got a pair of gloves and opened a freezer containing some dry ice, while the girls inserted the exit tube of the chipper into Elise’s bowels. The boy that had inserted the hole digger was told to bring out a sled that had steel bindings on it.

Ms. Church began feeding the blocks of dry ice into the chipper, which cut them down to size between snow and ice cubes. Slowly Elise felt her bowels fill, the cramps just another pain added to a list of much worse ones. After Ms. Church had gone through all the blocks, the distension of Elise’s stomach was visible. The chipper, and spreader were removed from her ass and replaced with a steely post, 3 feet long, and some 7” wide. It was shaped like a pointed metal cock, and strained the limits of Elise’s already torn asshole.

Once it was firmly lodged inside her, a small switch on it was pulled and Elise felt tiny spears shoot out of it to prevent it from dislodging. The students helped Ms. Church get Elise, positioned on the sled, her distended womb now frozen to the outside of the metal shaft. The shaft locked in place on the sled and Ms. Church told the students to hurry back to the dining hall so they could watch.

Todd stepped out of the shadows and offered Ms. Church a long, warm, fur coat. She donned it, despite still feeling rather warm inside.

“I could have done all this you know.”

“Yes Todd, I know, but I wanted the students to feel special, after all, this is their senior year of high school, they should feel important and competent before they go off into the world. Well, except for Elise here, best she can hope for is dying slowly of exposure in a way that at least entertains her betters.

“ Yes Elise, this is the end of you, if you can’t already feel the ice freezing you from the inside, you will soon, and after your little trip, if you are even still alive, you’ll be left in the snow to be claimed by the cold. Lost in the woods and harrowed by animals, a tragedy really, but at least you’ll know the truth right?”

Deeming it was time Ms. Church flicked some switches that turned on the lights on the ski slope. TV screens in the dining room would broadcast it for anyone that didn’t want to bother facing the windows. Then she flipped the other switch on the metal post and kicked Elise down the slope.

Elise was fading fast, the last life in her draining away, but she could feel an immense pressure building in her guts. Growing and growing until it drowned out even her other pain and the freezing wind whipping past her as she sped down the slope, unable to steer for her broken arms and missing legs.

“I think I got the timing right Todd, let’s hope it goes off perfectly,” Laura said, cuddling up against the giant man and watching her latest prey fly down the icy slope.

All the students in the dining room turned to watch the windows and saw Elise’s body come shooting down the mountain. As she launched from the ramp she tumbled in the air slightly and exploded in a mist of blood and ice and water vapor which froze into snow immediately. After the initial shock of the explosion the student body cheered madly, before turning back to their food and talking about all the amazing things they’d done so far this trip.

Elise survived the rupturing of her bowels, and her ragged body landed heavily at the bottom of the ski slope. Her stomach was torn open, she had no legs, her arms were broken and twisted under her, and she could feel the cold clawing it’s way inside her. Her greatest childhood fear had been made to come true a thousand times over and now she was dying alone in the cold, feeling the chill tendrils of death closing over her heart, the light finally dying as she accepted that this was all she was meant for.