MasukA small groan does come out of me again as they have me walk out the double doors that mark one of the exits of the school. They lead me outside and into the sunlight, my naked body fully on display thanks to the sunshine. I know this because a burst of sunshine hits my face, where it shines through the boxers still on my head.I still don't say anything or react as I really don't see the point. They'll do whatever they want to do anyway, so might as well just accept it, and accept my place. Like they said, they'll get it over with and everyone can move on."There, put her back to it," one of them orders. At this, the boxers are finally pulled off my head, to which I see I'm standing in front of a flagpole. It's a tall and thick metal pole that houses all three of the flags that fly in front of the school.Looking around I see we are in front of the school, right in front of the sidewalk and street. Even now, cars pass by us on the street, having no clue what they are missing if they
"He...always...finds....the...freaks....for....us...." the one in front says with each thrust to his friend. The friend just grunts his agreement as it's clear he's enjoying this a great deal. That fucking a student in the ass is bliss.Once again I know I could scream or yell or even beg them to stop, which I bet they would, but I don't. Instead I don't struggle or fight, and let them wreck me and my holes. For now it's pretty clear what is happening, Mister Johnson is telling all his friends about me, and the free fuck. Or maybe it's not free and he's actually charging. In the end, I guess it doesn't matter. What matters is there is a tied up piece of pussy in the janitor's closet and these men get to have a some.The two men finish at different times, with the one in my ass finishing first, and the one in front a few minutes later. The one that fucked my ass stood there and watched me getting my pussy fucked as he didn't leave. Every so often as it happened, he would grab my ass an
What if he did? What would I do? Call out for help? If I did, what would I tell people happened? And if I did, everyone would know what happened...and how I was found. My life would be ruined.The closet door opens again a few minutes later, making me squeal as I wasn't expecting it. It closes and locks, but Mister Johnson doesn't say anything. At least...I think it's Mister Johnson. The person that enters stays behind me for some reason. But instead of whiskey, he smells like some sort of spray cleaner."W-W-Wait, please," I beg again as I hear the clear sounds of pants being undone and pulled down. Only it's something more than pants. Coveralls maybe?It hits me who it is. It's the only person that wears coveralls at school...the janitor. Mister Johnson fucking told the janitor about me. Told him that he could fuck me.This new person doesn't say a single word as he removes his clothes. As I keep smelling the cleaner smell, I wonder if it really would be better to know who it really
"When one of you get on the wrong side of them, it can be pretty bad. Most of the staff knows about the parking lot adventure you had this morning. One said she thought that these..." he says, and then grabs my tits by the nipples and pinches. Not just pinches but lifts."...were going to be pretty swollen. Trapped in a car window? Ouch," he says, jiggling my tits and making me yelp out high pitched tones. I beg him to stop, which he does after a few moments, letting my breasts drop down heavily."They can be a bunch of mean bitches, but sometimes, if you are lucky, you can pick up some nice scraps," Mister Johnson says, and then places his hands on my breasts again. His rough hands palm my breasts as he squeezes them. As he does this, his eyes go down to them, damn near staring without blinking at all. Soon he is running his fingers over my hard nipples, making me twitch each time as they are so incredibly sore.And then Mister Johnson does something that makes me both moan in pleasu
Moving fast, he grabs me and forces me to him, where he puts my back against his front. Then he puts his hand over my mouth, and turns off the lights with his other hand. The way he holds me, my hands are very clearly on his crotch."Shhhhh," he whispers in my ear in a warning sort of manner. A moment later, I hear the sounds of footsteps outside the door. Then the doorknob is jiggled as someone checks to see if it is unlocked. When it's not, the footsteps keep on, ignoring the closet and who might be inside.It's now that I know this is my chance to escape. One single word will save me from who knows what is about to happen. Only I don't say anything. I keep quiet as he holds me, feeling as if I deserve what is about to happen. That the cops wouldn't do anything to help anyone once they know it's me.Mister Johnson doesn't release me after the door is checked. He keeps holding me, listening for what the cops are doing. I think he does this to make sure they aren't going to double bac
I'm unable to stop the slurping gagging noises as he makes me swallow his cock each time. My face gets pressed against his stomach as he holds me there, gagging me even worse. As he holds me like this and I can't breathe, I hear him chuckle and say something mean like, "here's your place in life freak, dying on my cock."When he releases me, he goes back to face fucking me. I know this was somewhat done to me earlier today when I was tied to my car, but this is far, far worse. This is what it's like to be truly used. To be a real sex slave. To be nothing but a fuck toy."Here....here....here....here it cums," Mister Johnson says in a harsh, fast voice. He's taken to whipping my head up and down his cock, making it go as fast as he can. It's so fast and rough, I'm scared he might break my neck or rip my head off. It's so bad that I feel my breasts swinging and plopping on my desk each time.The single most humiliating thing in my life happens next, which is for my teacher, Mister Johns







