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Rape Class
by SmCyber (address withheld)
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Sometime in the not so distant future, where prisons
are used to brainwash people (females in this case) who
won't conform and give the current government trouble.
Considering the past few years, it's not so far
fetched. (M/F, nc, bd, rp, sci-fi)
***
Author Notes: This story contains strong themes of
coercion and forced sexual behavior. It is intended as
a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the writer does
not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.
REPOST freely keeping this disclaimer & By SmCyber
Please let me know if you like it / want more / have
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After lunch I strolled into the former school gym now
the Felicity Camp mass rape area, dressed in military
uniform.
Other trainers were drifting in, gathering for the
daily stripping and rapes scheduled to begin in a few
minutes.
The female prisoners are already strapped spread-eagled
around the floor stretching and squirming, some face up
some face down but all were fit and healthy-looking;
I'd purposely selected an inexperienced class for my
day's recreation.
The girls, who numbered approximately 30, were
generally dressed in dresses and blouses but a few wore
jeans and tank tops, some wore body-hugging clothing.
Spandex was common among the younger girls. Along the
far wall I noticed a number of the girls wore local
school uniforms. The majority of the girls had retained
their shoes, surprising when you think of the amount of
effort it must have taken to wrestle the girls down
onto the floor prior to fixing their wrists and ankles
to the floor bolts. The girls mostly seemed to be in
the 16 to 21 age range.
All the girls were obviously anxious that their
clothing should remain untouched, "Hey how wrong could
they be." I thought to myself.
The prisoners you know; are all female. Children of
those stupid people who can't accept the rule of the
current government. We impose our will on these people
by brutalizing them into submission. The way that I
gain most satisfaction is by participating in the
humiliation and deflowering of the new inmates. Call it
domination call it rape, call it what you will. How'd I
get to be this way? That's not a subject I care to
discuss, for reasons I'm also not interested in
pursuing. Don't worry, though: dear reader, you'll soon
be far too busy visualizing the plight of these
unfortunates to worry about how the country became this
way.
You might say that I don't put my lust to constructive
use; you might even go so far as to accuse SmCyber of
being rather petty and vindictive, even cruel at times.
I recall a young woman who said something along those
lines to me, right to my face as I studied her watching
her teenage daughter being serviced by a couple of
goats. Silly cow; I may have been a bit hard on her, I
must admit. I'll not go into the sordid details here.
Hey, she's alive, all right? and very popular now with
the lads as well down the stables.
I sauntered casually around the edge of the gym,
carefully inspecting the beautiful new female inmates.
Choosing the new arrivals who were to participate
(unwillingly!) had been a pleasure limiting the number
of girls to 30 had been wise, The growing number of
trainers who were arriving looked eagerly at the girls
I had chosen to provide today's entertainment. They
could see immediately; these women were uniformly
petrified, taut and lean, "ripe for fucking" I heard
one old chap remark.
"It's obvious that they invest a lot of time on their
bodies" I heard another shout to his friend. The girls
however clearly were not interested in showing off
their well maintained upper class healthy forms,
chiseled out through excellent diet and exercise.
One young lady in particular caught my eye as she
pulled at her bindings and stretched, I headed towards
her. But before I reached her, however, a couple of
younger trainers crossed my path, talking loudly and
laughing. The one in front placed his military boot
quite solidly on the young ladies stomach.. " Open wide
" he remarked to the terrified teenager, pausing for a
moment to see if she obeyed. Failing to open wide
resulted in her eager rapist placing his full weight
onto her flowered dress creasing the material and
forcing a rush of air through her lips.
"Hey, sorry, girlie," he boomed, stooping to slap her
red face.. They moved past me. "Hold on a moment," I
said. "Come back here." They turned around immediately
and stood in front of me.
I looked them over. "I think you're a couple horny
young lads. Don't you agree?"
They nodded eagerly. "We're first timers," they chimed,
creating a pleasant stereo effect."
Never been to a mass rape before? Well," I said, "we'll
just have to make it a special day for you both... oh,
hang on." A few people nearby were beginning to take
notice of this little scene unfolding before them; it
was time to get the show on the road so to speak. "You
will remember that you are allowed to do "anything"
short of mutilation to the girls in this gym," I said
to everyone in ear shot.
I then slapped both of the lads on their backs and
asked if they had received any special instructions
from their superior or if there was anyone or anything
special they wanted to try. "Well, could we have this
one secured differently?" one lad asked. "Could we have
her ankles bound to her wrists?" the other lad
requested.
"Of course you can," I smiled. "You don't have to ask
just do it." I added in a fatherly tone, "I guess you
want to team fuck the girl up her cunt and arse do
you?"
Beaming full smiles the two lads nodded eagerly.
People returned to their chatting and warming up, the
inexperienced behavior of my two "friends" forgotten.
"Well," I resumed, "we'll just have to get the little
lass's clothes off first " Both lads took up positions
at her feet. Turning to the girl I asked are you a
virgin my dear?
"AGGHH!" she screamed still refusing to answer.
"I guess you probably are, am I right?" I added.
Nodding her red tear stained face the restrained girl
gave me the information that I had expected. "We'll
have to do something about that, won't we? The lads
here are going to strip you naked and then they are
going to reposition you to rape you in both your
passages, If you want to try and resist, OK? Who knows
you 'might win. All right lads show me how well you
have been trained, strip her naked please."
Working as a team the lads systematically unlaced and
removed the girls shoes. The lads had been trained
well. With little formality the prisoners left ankle
was unclipped from its restraint instantly the girl
thrashed wildly in a vain attempt at escape before they
temporally refastened her left ankle to the right
ankle.
Slipping his hands up her dress the elder lad
positioned his fingers inside the elasticized waist
band and drew down her lace panties to a point below
her knees. Smoothing down her crumpled dress the
younger lad waited as her left ankle was again freed
and her naked foot was slipped out of the pants. The
same procedure was adopted with her right ankle before
she lost her pants.
The restrained stripping technique was then applied to
each of her arms in turn. Soon her bra lay beside her
pants to her side. Her dress rolled down over stomach
her breasts heaving. Repositioning her ankles together
again the lads together pulled her dress down to her
ankles leaving the naked girl screaming wildly. Again
releasing each ankle in turn allowed the lads to simply
remove he remaining garment. The lads had indeed chosen
wisely the beautiful young lady lay shaking naked as
the day she was born, the object of our attention.
Do you guys have girlfriends?" They both nodded. "Do
you have sex with them often?"
"Every couple days sir."
"Twice a week, maybe," another piped up.
I smiled. "You'll soon be bored with them at least for
the next four months. No, make it six months, you will
have as much sex as you want. You will develop new
tastes and try things ordinary people only dream of.
"OK I think you said you want the lady here
repositioned?"
The two lads quickly took firm hold of an ankle each
and on the count of three unclipped and rotated the
feminine ankles to her wrists. Her left ankle clipped
cleanly to her left wrist and her right ankle cleanly
to her right wrist. Her buttocks were raised slightly
by the pull of her legs and her vagina and anus spread
widely and clearly.
Her gasps and groans were mimicked by involuntary
tensing and movement of her anus muscles.
I wandered off, leaving the lads to get what they
wanted out of the poor girl.. I laughed aloud. at their
obvious amusement. Such a vast pool of girlies to play
with, and all of them without the most elementary
ability to defend themselves I thought.. . My cock
thickened when I saw the Mayors daughter across the
room. revenge to be exacted - yes, I admit it, I do
hold a grudge.
I strolled towards the girl. She wore aerobic leggings,
with a black leotard. The leotard disappeared into a
thong between her legs, emphasizing her firm small ass
underneath the clingy lycra material. Her breasts were
rather on the large size for a short girl; the feminine
bra that held them up was clearly visible in outline
under the leotard's fabric.
I strolled over and slipped a hand under her arse. She
quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder at
me, seeing who her molester was her face contorted in
horror and her of course her eyes quickly gazed over
with tears.
"You don't mind," I giggled. Not a really a question.
"No!!" she screamed. "Oh god, No!!"
She thrashed wildly remembering my earlier
'conversations' with two of her friends, neither of
whom enjoyed my attentions either. I ran both my hands
over that tight ass, across her hips over her stomach
and then down her long, muscular legs, enjoying the
feel of her twisting body.
"I getting you ready for a couple of the lads to gang
fuck," I informed her.
Slowly I ran my hands back up the inside of her left
leg, then brushed lightly over her crotch with my
fingertips. She screamed in horror as I continued
slowly upwards, over her flat stomach, to her heaving
tits. Unable to control the reaction her nipples
stiffened and became, perceptible even through two
layers of material. She continued to squirm as my hands
moved slowly over her struggling body.
I moved quickly and straddled her chest and rubbed my
scrotum first over her heaving tits. Reaching behind
with one hand I gripped her cunt and the with the other
over her face I forced open her eyes. I could feel the
flesh of her tits pressing up against my erection as I
buried my fingers into her long blond hair, pleased
with its length. I firmly rubbed my hard-on against
her, she rocked her hips against me in a vain effort to
escape.
She had become hysterical at this point, her level of
panic having rendered it impossible for her to even
scream clearly.
A wailing female voice rang out from the opposite side
of the gym as two lads entered a small Chinese girl.
simultaneously.
"Everyone happy? glad to see you have started" a load
male voice exhalted. The senior instructor had
obviously arrived while I had been distracted. I caught
a glimpse of him across the gym.
"Halaluya Definitely a fine collection of girls today"
he sighed as he moved forward for closer investigation.
I continued to rub the Mayors daughter's tits roughly
as I slowly masturbated. Oh, this lovely thing I was
mauling had earned herself a bit of a reward for her
earlier outburst. "You're going to have some orgasms
lots and lots and lots of orgasms," I whispered in her
ear. "10, 20 30 a day..." wide eyed she listened as I
explained that she was going to be allocated to the
camp riding school.
I clearly felt her spasm against me, and she let out a
low cry. "Again, 30 times a day... And again, 30 times
a day... Now, have a nice day hope you enjoy some of
your fucks."
I left her there naked, her face contorted with horror
as the multiple climaxes I had sentenced her to flashed
across her brain. See? I smiled I do have my moments of
generosity, spreading a little happiness in this dark
and frightening camp. Well, I'm told it's dark and
frightening anyway; I hadn't really noticed, myself.
The senior instructor was a truly frightening specimen
of a man.
I noticed when I approached that he wore a crafted
leather girth enhancer and over his back an all black
waistcoat and over his thighs leather leggings; his
body definitely did have the effect of terrorizing the
restrained girls.
The instructor had selected his first victim, her
breasts were of medium size, not large, but wonderfully
cone-shaped and very firm. Her wide spread arms were
slender and taut. The heaving spasms of her stomach
were outlined by her leotard, as were the strong
muscles of her long spread legs. Even her ass appeared
to be well-muscled.
Despite her tears she appeared to have a very pretty
face, I noticed she was sporting a beautiful dental
brace, a smile formed on the instructor face as some of
the regulars formed a circle to watch a master rapist
workout on her.
Her hair was thick, long and blond, tied back in a cute
ponytail.
As she was striped it was clear to all that there was
not an ounce of excess flesh anywhere to be seen; her
small, white, spread-eagled compact body was taut as a
drum all over.
"Fuck," I said. The word just slipped out, I was so
taken with the brutality of the senior instructors
invasion of her body especially so with regard to the
malicious way he screwed the leather enhancer he wore
into her defenseless body.
In agony she turned briefly and looked at me, then
returned to alternatively screaming and clenching her
teeth, what he was doing to her was pure sexual
torture.
Under other circumstances, she would have thought it
unbelievable to see so many guys standing up so close
to her, erections poking at her, staring at her body
and practically drooling.
I turned my attention to two naked red headed girls,
they briefly brushed past me and jogged to the center
of the floor under the military style instruction of a
fat Mongolian officer. God, they moved so quickly as he
barked orders at them. The muscles in their legs and
arms pink and straining. This, I thought, promises to
be fun!
The pair got started on a humiliating routine of naked
sexercise, the Mongolian instructor leading them first
through some light stretching and other warm-up
exercises.
Soon their faces were red with embarrassment.
A fair-sized crowd for the relatively small gymnasium,
perhaps fifty or sixty in all watched the youngsters
perform, among whom I counted about ten men who
appeared to be in their seventies (dirty bastards I
thought with a grin). I didn't bother joining in; I
just stood near the edge of the gym and watched the
girls in the center. I soon discovered that all of the
sexercised were designed to progressively shame and
humiliate the girls.
A few minutes after the main warm-up segment ended, the
girls were put through complex combinations of knee
raises, squats, pushups, leg lifts, stride jumps, and
so on, moving repeatedly back and forth across the gym.
As the show developed the Mongolian instructed the
girls, to insert dildos into their partners orifices
maintaining their position as their partner performed
pushups on a dildo held in the mouth by the other. From
time to time, he would instruct the girls to masturbate
themselves as they rested, before moving out of the
center to the front or the back again.
One of the simpler exercises ensured the girls got an
extra workout. Each girl was instructed to lay on her
back and with their hands under their hips to cycle
their legs in the air but interesting the girls each
had dildos inside them. The cyclic friction of the
dildos on the inner walls of the poor girls vaginas had
them all squirming and yelping and pleading within
minutes. Soon beads of sweat formed on the brows of
each girl. Some stared up at the ceiling not daring to
look sideways at their audience. Others clenched their
eyes tightly shut as the relentless stimulation inside
their nether regions drove them closer to their
inevitable humiliating orgasm.
Everyone who was watching was constantly checking -
quite unaware that they were doing it - to make sure
that not a single girl slowed her pace.
There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and I was
enjoying watching the younger girls as their tired legs
cycled and ricocheted ankle against calf around the
room with no modesty left. The lads with apparently
limitless energy were stroking themselves in readiness
for the next stage.
But perhaps I could enjoy this just a little bit more,
I thought, if... yes. "OK lads whilst the girls are
getting themselves ready for you why don't you sit on
their faces," I suggested, moving forward I straddled
my legs and lowered myself slowly onto the upturned
nose of the little Chinese girl.
"Everyone make sure that you're doing the same thing as
I'm doing at all times," I suggested. I rapidly though
turned my attention to the current object of my desire.
Slowly I positioned my anus directly over her nose and
carefully but firmly lowered myself until her nose
distorted under my weight rested firmly and squarely
against my sweaty hole. Then with a steady rhythm I
rocked backwards and forwards allowing the beautiful
nose to stoke the puckered rim of my hole, this had an
immediate affect on my erection, within minutes (helped
by a few strokes of my left hand) my first pre cum had
appeared and dribbled down my shaft and into her right
eye socket causing her to blink furiously as the salty
liquid from my one eyed snake stung her innocent eye.
As she performed her required movements of the cycling
routine, her hands once or twice darted up to press my
buttocks off her nose enabling her to catch her breath,
a slap or two on the side of the face soon stopped her
doing that.
I was amused to see the movements echoed all around the
room, men and boy stroking their anus's on the poor
girls noses some faced forward resting their balls on
the girls foreheads others faced backward resting their
ball on a trembling chin, enjoying the self
masturbation show going on inches from their face, some
with pinching or tweaking or scratching their victims
chests and pulling on their pubic hair.
Yes this was going to be a very interesting
afternoon...
Let me tell you first about Mary.
Mary Smith is a pretty girl, with blond "country girl"
looks and mannerisms. She has quite a voluptuous figure
for her age, with well developed bust and hips.
Mary was petrified. Everything had been so normal this
morning as she worked on her fathers farm. After
breakfast Mary washed and changed into her training kit
planning to meet her girlfriend Sue for a their weekly
workout. That was when the troopers burst in and
escorted her to the camp. Yes Mary was indeed scared
very scared and she had good reason to be.
Mary stood arms by her sides in the gymnasium waiting
for her next instruction. Mary had been selected and
encouraged to do some light warm up exercises in front
of the other prisoners.
It was at this point when she was told to strip, " Come
on baby, strip off and exercise in the buff," a young
lad suggested.
Now she was going to make an obscene exhibition of
herself for her captors. This was not what she should
do. She was not a whore. She could not do this, but the
eager eyes and the threats of the eager young guards
fingers squeezing at her cunt lips and the riding crop
held under her nose demonstrated to her that she would
have to do this.
Around her there were several naked girls still doing
knee lifts, she reached up and eased the straps of her
black leotard off her shoulders, peeling it down to her
thin waist. She wore a simple white Nike sports bra
underneath. Her eyes grew wider with humiliation, and
she threw herself into the next set of moves just as
the riding crop lashed across the back of her legs.
Laughing at her discomfort a soldier indicated for her
to remove her bra, too. "Throw it to the edge of the
gym" he instructed. She reached behind her and
unfastened it, then threw it off to one side. A pile of
bras had grown at the side of the gym against a
climbing frame as the rest of the class had previously
done or were soon to do.
The prisoner's breasts, were now nicely bouncing free,
they were topped by small but prominent nipples.
Looking around the former gymnasium, I was greeted by
the pleasant sight of a sea of bare-chested girls.
Their guards were mostly naked by now as well; they
were looking around too, not finding the situation
unusual and certainly appreciating it.
"Get rid of the whole leotard, just toss it to me!"
shouted an elderly trainer to Mary.
Mary had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish
this. Stepping quickly out of it, she threw the leotard
- surprisingly small when not filled by a body - to the
waiting hands of the leering trainer.
This left Mary clad only in her pink lycra leggings,
which ran from her mid calf up to her waist, where they
rode low on her hips.
Discarded clothing from today's rape class was
constantly being added to the pile. The guards
continued to watch the obscene work out, every cock in
the room curving up some would say grotesque in
anticipation of impaling one or more of the poor girls.
As usual they were finding my charges first nude
workout a very stimulating experience. The class was
now quite sweaty and some were begging to tire, every
female nipple was erect obvious to anyone who cared to
look.
I sat down in my armchair, content to just sit back and
take in the scenery for a while.
The rapeclass moved on to even more humiliating
exercises, pushups and sit-ups and other movements, all
of which had interesting and exposing effects on the
anatomies of the girls.
Eventually the girls moved on to an exercise for their
inner thighs: lying on their backs fingers interlocking
behind necks with legs straight up in the air, toes
pointing sideways, they slowly lowered their legs out
to the sides. A this stage a number of girls had to be
motivated to perform the move slowly and gracefully.
Several of the girls who failed to meet my exacting
standard found their ankles suddenly grasped and then
pulled and held and spread swiftly and firmly to points
12 inches either side of their ears on the gym floor.
Visiting each screaming girl in turn I administered six
slow, but firm lashes to the inside of their thighs,
alternating the blows from left thigh to the right
thigh repeating the process until every reluctant girl
had her inner thighs punished. I counted eight girls
needed motivating and it took thirty minutes before
each had received her quota. Regaining my seat I
instructed the class to repeat the movement. Keeping
their fingers interlocking behind necks the girls
repeated their exercises.
"Legs straight up in the air, toes pointing sideways,
please girls," I heard a guard instruct. Together they
slowly spread their legs and paused momentarily showing
the guards their lips and anus before being allowed to
lower their legs out to the sides. Some of the more
flexible girls managed to put their feet onto the
ground almost in line with their buttocks but most
could only manage to get their feet to about ten inches
from the gym floor.
Waiting for what must have been an eternity to them I
had the girls hold the pose whilst the guards carried
out and inspection. When every guard had visited every
splayed girl and was satisfied they had looked at the
girls private anatomy I allowed the girls to slowly
draw their parted knees back to their breasts before
bringing them back together again for the next cycle.
At this point a new girl was brought in, apparently she
had been overlooked when the paratroopers had raided
the shopping mall.
Everyone could tell she was nervous as soon as she
walked into the gym.
Some were worse than others, but this girl was really
nervous. She was obviously intimidated by the grinning
naked guards and the exercising prisoners. She stepped
forward tentatively as her eyes followed the rows of
panting girls as they continued with the leg split
exercise her eyes full of for boding looking at the
contorted and humiliated faces. She was going to be a
perfect victim I thought.
I could tell she had never seen so many naked men
before.
She looked to be about 5' 8 or 5' 9, just slightly on
the overweight side, but still relatively slim in the
middle. Her hips looked full and most importantly, she
had large tits.
She was wearing a pale yellow wrap-around dress that
looked like something you would have seen in any one of
a thousand discotheques in the nineties. It had a thin
ties attached to one of the sides which went around her
body again and tied neatly at the other side, creating
an interesting (and temporary ) modest slit up one
thigh.
Her hair blonde appeared to have been rinsed with a
subtle pink tint, and looked to be at least shoulder
length. It was all done up, in a sweep, however, and
put together in two buns on the top of her head similar
to the way the Bjork wore her hair some twenty years
earlier in the late nineties.
Along with her white tights and white high heels, she
looked like she just stepped out of a nightclub.
Her face was full of fear but I could still make out an
angelic side, and like the rest of her it was slightly
round. She had nice high cheekbones which had too much
rough on them bisected by her tears, and a petite,
narrow nose. Her mouth was round and the tip of a pink
tongue darted nervously over her full lips which were
glossed bright red. Giant crystal blue eyes stared
terrified out from underneath long, thick lashes. She
stood nervously clutching her purse in front of her.
Should I bother to find out her name I thought as I
casually looked her over.
I stood up, "STRIP!" I shouted. "Come on girl,
EVERYTHING OFF!"
She stopped immediately and started pleading
uncontrollably. Several of the guards sprang to
surround the poor girl cutting of her only means of
escape.
Several minutes passed as the girl pleaded and tried to
force her way out of the gym. Eventually cattle prods
were brought into use and slowly but surely they
dominated her and between begging the guards to stop
she hastily removed her shoes and socks, then rolled
the leggings down to her ankles and slid them off. She
wore nothing beneath them.
It took several more minutes and a lot of cattle prod
before she conceded to remove her final garments a give
us all a delightful look at her youthful body. Cowering
on her knees the poor girl struggled to cover herself
from the gaze of her tormentors.
"Carry on with that exercise," I told three or four of
the remaining prisoners who had slowed their pace.
I walked up to my new recruit through the rows of the
other prisoners, all of whom were now pink and sweaty.
Laughing to myself, I positioned myself behind the
terrified girl. Without warning I gave her a none to
affectionate slap on her behind, then another slap this
one much harder it brought a hoarse cry from her. "How
you doing honey?" I asked. "You know, it's like I said
to all your sisters here. Ain't no use for a girl who
ain't cooperating," pausing for a response before
adding, "Ain't that right?"
Unable to believe her ears the girl just stood and
stared like a rabbit into the eyes of a snake.
"OK now, on your back prisoner!" I sneered loudly, as
she looked around the room hoping for rescue. Several
more zaps were needed before she positioned herself on
her back spread-eagled to my complete satisfaction.
Standing between her legs I tapped the inside of both
her legs with my foot. Eventually straining her joints
she complied.
Outside its a cold Winter's day, normally at this time
of the year most people wore several layers of
clothing, but here in my gymnasium there is no such
luxury for the girls in my rape class.
I stared intently the pretty youngster her face and
chest were contorted and strained her hair matted over
her brow, a fine sheen of sweat coated her smooth,
flawless skin. She was obviously struggling to keep
control and maintain the humiliating spread-eagle pose
in front of so many men.
I know its an old cliché but, I really love exercise -
I could watch it all day.
I spent a few minutes crouched down alongside the
trembling late comer, softly stroking her face and
running my fingers around her nipples, delighted to
feel them respond as I explained to her the way I
wanted her soon to perform.
Returning to my armchair, which thoughtfully someone
had moved between the girl's legs I indicated to the
guard to get her started.
Slowly at first, then with encouragement with purpose
the girl started the shameful routine.
I ran my eyes down her naked sweating body as she
pumped her thick legs up and down in a fluid, constant
motion, showing signs of strain. The view was
impressive from where I sat between her legs, looking
down at her pink lips as they ground together engorged
and pinker than even her nipples looked.
Momentarily I looked into her eyes and tried to imagine
how she coped with the fear and the humiliation I had
brought to her life.
"Hold it there," I said aloud to her, when her legs
were spread apart. She froze, legs held in that
position, idly gazing up at me. An exceptionally
flexible girl, I noted; her feet came down almost to
the floor. "What's your name?"
"Anita," she responded. "Anita Clare Clarke."
"You're feeling pretty horny right now, aren't you,
Anita?"
She shook her head in disbelief, swallowing.
I reached forward and touched her, first her feet, then
her lower legs, reveling in the sensation of sliding my
hands over those feminine muscles.
Her skin was silky soft, and lubricated with her own
perspiration. I knelt and traced my fingers all the way
down to her pink cunt.
"Please don't do this to me," she pleaded as four
guards took hold of her arms and legs and maintained
her posture.
After stroking her clit briefly, I brushed through the
light pubic hair (no sign of a pink rinse down here I
smiled to myself) and on upwards; I could smell her
fear, now. I continued on up, across her stomach to her
breasts, which were just as firm now as when I left
them earlier.
As I leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet cunt.
Now it was time to take a more active part in this
class myself...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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