Back to school Part 2

I woke up with a jolt, my whole body throbbing in pain. The room was dim, with the fading sunlight coming through the tiny window in the guards' quarters at school. It was evening now, and today was a holiday, so no students or teachers anywhere. But those four guards who had fucked me last night ,cum still oozing out from my holes. I tried to shift, but my hands were bound to the bedpost with rough rope.

The door opened with a creak, and the first guard, John, came in smirking. He was a fat guy in his 50s, with a thick mustache. 'Hey, little girl, still sleeping? It's a holiday, but our fun goes on.' He laughed, his voice gravelly. I whimpered, 'Please, let me go. I won't say anything to anyone.' But John just slapped my face hard. 'Shut your mouth, bitch. You are our plaything now. Last night was only the beginning.'

He untied my hands but grabbed my hair, yanking me off the bed. I was completely naked, my school uniform torn and tossed in the corner. John forced me to my knees. 'Suck my dick first.' He unzipped his pants, pulling out his half-hard cock, thick and veiny. I shook my head, but he shoved it into my mouth, thrusting deep. I gagged as he fucked my face, spit running down my chin. 'Good girl, take it all,' he grunted, gripping my head tight.

After some minutes, he pulled out and shot his load on my face, hot spurts hitting my eyes and lips. 'Now clean it up,' he ordered, rubbing his cock on my cheeks. I sobbed, licking the cum off my lips. Just then, the other three guards walked in: Mike, a tall skinny one; Tom, short and muscular; and George, the oldest with gray hair. They all laughed seeing me like that. 'Our turn now,' Mike said, pulling off his shirt.

They shoved me onto the dirty mattress on the floor. Tom spread my legs wide, staring at my pussy. 'Look, still red from last night. But we'll make it worse.' He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then slammed into me without any warning. I screamed as he pounded me hard, his hips crashing against mine. 'Tight pussy, even after four dicks,' he groaned. The others watched, stroking their cocks.

Mike grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching my nipples until they turned purple. 'These boobs, but fun to play with.' George knelt by my head, shoving his cock into my mouth again. I choked, but he didn't care, fucking my throat deep. Tom came inside my pussy, filling me with his seed. 'Take my cum, slut,' he said, pulling out with a wet sound.

Next was George. He flipped me over onto my stomach, ass up. 'Time for your ass again.' I begged, 'No, please, it hurts too much.' But he ignored me, pushing his thick cock into my asshole. I cried out in agony as he stretched me, thrusting brutally. John and Mike held my arms down.laughing.' George fucked my ass hard, slapping my cheeks until they burned red. He came deep inside, grunting like a beast.

Mike took my pussy now, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He was long and skinny, ' He pounded faster, then pulled out and came on my belly
They weren't finished. It was evening, school deserted, but they wanted to move me outside for more. 'Holiday means no one here, perfect,' John said. They put my torn uniform skirt on me, no top, and dragged me to the school playground. The sun was setting. They pushed me against the slide, bending me over.
John went first again, lifting my skirt and fucking me from behind. T. 'Outdoor fuck, exciting, right?' he said, thrusting hard. My tits bounced with every slam. Mike stood in front, making me suck him. The others took turns holding me steady. After John came in my pussy, they switched around.

Tom made me ride him on the grass. He lay down, pulled me on top, and forced me to bounce on his cock. 'Move, whore, or I'll hit you.' I moved slowly, pain shooting through me, but he slapped my ass to go faster. George and Mike jerked off watching, then joined, making me stroke them with my hands.
As night came, the guards heard voices. It was two workers from the nearby college, John's friends, who had come for drinks. They were David and Peter, both in their 40s, already drunk. 'Hey John, what's this? A girl?' David asked, eyes wide. John grinned. 'Join us, brothers. She's our school slut today.'

My eyes went wide in terror. More men? But the guards held me down. David and Peter didn't wait. They were rough right away. David grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth, his cock smelling of booze. 'Good blowjob, girl.' Peter took my ass, spitting on it first. 'Tight hole, I like it.' Now six men surrounded me, taking turns on all my holes.

They made a circle on the playground grass. I was in the middle, passed around like an object. First, John in my pussy, Mike in my ass, double penetrating me. I screamed, the pain overwhelming as both cocks stretched me. Tom in my mouth, the others waiting. They changed positions, cum leaking from me everywhere.

David added more violence. He slapped my face while fucking me, calling me 'bitch.' Peter pinched my clit hard, making me yelp. The guards cheered them on. 'Harder, make her cry.' The night was dark now, only stars and distant school lights. No one to hear my cries.

After hours, they took me to the school storeroom, filled with old desks and mats. There, they tied me spread-eagled to a table. Each man had multiple turns. John fucked my tits, squeezing them around his cock until he shot on my neck. Mike used a broom handle to tease my pussy, then replaced it with his dick. 'Feel the wood first, then real cock.'
Tom and George double-teamed my ass, one after the other, no pause. My hole was raw, but they kept going. David brought beer from their bag, pouring it on my body and licking it off while fingering me. Peter pissed on my legs after cumming, laughing. 'Marking my spot.'
My mind was shattering. I stopped resisting, just lay there as they used me. My body covered in bruises, bites, and cum. Pussy and ass gaping, throat raw from sucking. The men talked dirty in a mix of words.

Around midnight, the two workers left, saying they'd return tomorrow. But the four guards kept me. They carried me back to the quarters, chaining my ankle to the bed. 'Sleep now, tomorrow more play. Holiday weekend, we have time.' John said, slapping my ass one last time.

I curled up, sobbing softly. My gangbang journey was just starting. The guards whispered plans—maybe call the tea seller or the bus driver next. I was stuck in this nightmare, body wrecked, spirit crumbling.

But the night didn't end. Mike woke me at 2 AM, horny again. He mounted me in missionary, kissing my neck roughly. 'One more fuck before bed.' He thrust slow but deep, making me feel every inch. I closed my eyes, enduring it. He came inside, then slept next to me.

Morning arrived, I was in a deep sleep, my body aching from the rough gangbang all weekend. The guards had used me over and over, their cocks in every hole, cum everywhere. My pussy and ass burned, bruises covered my skin. I lay chained to the bed in the guards' quarters, naked and exhausted. Morning light came through the small window. It was Monday, school would start soon. I didn't hear the door open at first, but then hands shook me awake.

John, the fat guard with the mustache, stood there with Mike, Tom, and George. They looked tired too, eyes red from no sleep. 'Wake up, girl,' John said, his voice low. 'We've fucked you enough. Same pussy every day, it's boring now.' Mike nodded, scratching his head. 'Yeah, time to let her go. School's opening, can't keep her here forever.' Tom and George agreed, untying the chain from my ankle. I blinked, confused but hopeful. Maybe this nightmare ended.

They pulled me up, my legs weak. 'First, clean you up,' George said. They dragged me to the small bathroom next door, just a bucket of water and soap. No shower, but they poured warm water over me. John held my arms while Mike scrubbed my body with a rough cloth. The water stung on my cuts and bites. 'Look at these tits, all marked,' Mike laughed, rubbing soap on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. I winced but didn't fight. Tom washed my pussy, his fingers sliding in to clean the dried cum. 'Still loose from all the dicks,' he said, pushing deeper. George took my hair, pouring water and shampoo, massaging my scalp. It felt strange, almost nice, but I knew it wasn't over.
While they washed me, they got hard again. 'One last blowjob before we release you,' John ordered. He pushed me to my knees in the wet floor. Water dripped from my hair. John unzipped first, his thick cock out. 'Suck it good, bye-bye present.' I opened my mouth, taking him in. He grabbed my wet hair, thrusting slow. Saliva mixed with shampoo foam ran down my chin. Mike watched, stroking himself. 'My turn next.' John groaned, fucking my mouth deeper, hitting my throat. After a few minutes, he pulled out and came on my face, hot spurts over my cheeks and lips. 'Lick it clean,' he said. I did, tasting salt.

Mike stepped up right away. He was tall and skinny, his long cock straight. 'Deeper this time.' He shoved in, making me gag. The others held my head steady. Tom's hands squeezed my tits from behind, pulling my nipples. George washed my back but fingered my ass lightly. Mike thrust faster, water splashing. 'Good mouth, tight like your pussy.' He lasted longer, grunting as he shot cum down my throat. I swallowed, choking a bit. Then Tom, short and muscular, took his place. His cock was thick, stretching my lips. 'Suck hard, girl.' He face-fucked me rough, slapping my wet cheek. Cum from John mixed with my spit. Tom came quick, filling my mouth. 'Swallow all.'

Last was George, the old one with gray hair. He was gentle at first, letting me lick his shaft. But then he gripped my ears and pounded. 'One more load for the road.' My jaw hurt, but I kept going. He pulled out and came on my tongue, making me show it before swallowing. They all laughed, patting my head. 'Clean now, almost free.' They rinsed me off, drying me with a dirty towel. My skin tingled, but the pain eased a little.

They gave me my school dress, the white shirt and blue skirt. No panties or bra—they were lost somewhere in the weekend mess. The blouse stuck to my wet skin, nipples showing through. Skirt short, barely covering my ass. They tied me loosely to the bedpost, hands behind my back. 'Wait here while we talk,' John said. I sat on the mattress, heart beating fast. Release? Really?
The four guards went to the corner, whispering loud. I heard it all. Mike and Tom wanted more. 'She's hot, why stop? Holiday's over, but we can hide her during classes,' Mike said. Tom nodded. 'Yeah, fuck her at lunch, after school. Her tight holes are addictive.' But John and George argued back. 'No, too risky. School's full now, someone will find out. We've had enough cum in her,' John snapped. George added, 'Let her go, find another girl later. This one's wrecked.' They yelled, voices rising. Mike pushed John. 'One more day, then release.' Tom joined, 'Her ass needs more pounding.'

They argued for what felt like hours, but it was maybe 20 minutes. I stayed quiet, tied and scared. The dress rode up, exposing my bare pussy. Nipples hard from the cool air. Then, suddenly, car sounds outside. Engines rumbling, doors slamming. The guards froze, faces pale. 'Shit, who's that?' John whispered. They looked terrified. Mike grabbed a rag from the floor—dirty underwear—and stuffed it in my mouth. 'Don't make noise,' he hissed, tying it tight. The cloth tasted foul, gagging me. They rushed out, locking the door.

I sat there, tied, mouth full, heart pounding. What if someone found me? Minutes dragged. I heard voices far off, men talking. Cars more, like many people arriving. i waited, drool soaking the gag. My body still sore, cum taste in my throat from the blowjobs.
After 30 minutes, the door opened. The guards came back, sweating. John untied the gag first. I coughed, spitting out cloth bits. 'What happened?' I asked, voice hoarse. 'Teachers meeting,' George said. 'Principal called everyone early.. They're in the hall now.' Mike looked worried. 'When they leave, we release you. Go home, forget this.' Tom nodded, but his eyes lingered on my legs. 'Yeah, meeting will take time.' I felt happy, a spark inside. Free soon! No more cocks, no more pain. I smiled weakly. 'Thank you.'
They left me tied, saying they'd watch the meeting. I lay back, dress hiked up, bare under. The room smelled of soap and sex. I closed my eyes, dreaming of home, shower, bed. One hour passed slow. Voices outside faded a bit, but still there.
Then, bang! The door flew open. A man burst in—Mr. Anderson, the math teacher. Tall, glasses, in his 40s. He stopped, eyes wide seeing me tied to the bed, dress open, tits half out, no panties, pussy visible. 'What the—? Guards' room? Girl from school?' He stared, face red. I blushed, trying to cover. 'Help, please. They... they raped me.' But he didn't move to untie. Instead, his pants bulged, cock hardening. 'You're... you're the most beautiful girl in school. Ella, right? I've seen you in class, perfect face, body.'
He stepped closer, hand adjusting his crotch. 'Guards did this? Tied like a slut.' I nodded, scared. 'Yes, weekend. Please, untie me.' But he grinned, locking the door. 'Wait, let me call others. They need to see this.' He pulled out his phone, dialing. 'Hey, Mr. Smith, come to guards' quarters quick. Something hot.' Then to principal: 'Mr. Wilson, emergency. Bring director too.' He called more—Mr. Brown, science teacher; Mr. Davis, English; Mr. Lee, PE coach; Mr. Patel, history. All men, all knowing me as the pretty student.

Minutes later, they poured in. First Mr. Smith, short and bald, eyes popping at me. 'Ella? Tied up, no underwear?' Bulge in his pants grew. Mr. Brown next, young and fit, licking lips. 'Damn, she's the hottest in school. Look at those legs.' Principal Mr. Wilson, old but stern, entered with director Mr. Harris, who ran the whole district. They all stared, cocks tenting pants. 'What's this?' Wilson asked. Anderson explained quick. 'Guards had her, fucked her bad. But look at her—perfect slut now.'

I squirmed, dress slipping more. Nipples poked through blouse. Pussy wet from fear? No, just exposed. 'Please, help me,' I begged. But they laughed. Harris, the director, stepped up. 'Most beautiful girl, yes. I've heard stories. Now, in this state—tied, ready.' His hand rubbed his bulge. Wilson nodded. 'Meeting's over anyway. Early dismissal for staff.' They locked the door tight.
Anderson untied me, but only to push me on the mattress. 'On your knees, Ella. Show us why you're the best.' I cried, 'No, teachers, stop!' But Smith grabbed my hair. 'Suck my cock first.' He unzipped, pulling out his fat dick. They surrounded me, eight men now: five teachers, principal, director. Pants down, cocks out—various sizes, all hard for me.

I had no choice. Anderson shoved his cock in my mouth first. Long and curved, he thrust deep. 'Good girl, deepthroat.' Saliva dripped as he fucked my face. Smith stroked beside, waiting. Brown pulled my dress up, fingers in my pussy. 'Wet already? Slut.' He fingered rough, two then three fingers. Davis squeezed my tits, ripping buttons off the blouse. Now topless, breasts free. Lee, the PE coach, muscular, slapped my ass. 'Bend over more.' Patel watched, jerking slow.

Wilson, principal, took my pussy next. He bent me over the bed, skirt up. 'Tight for a used girl.' He slammed in, no lube. I screamed around Anderson's cock. Pain shot through, but he pounded hard. 'Take principal's dick, student.' Harris, director, went for my ass. 'Double time.' He spat on his cock and pushed in. I yelled, muffled. Two cocks stretching me, teachers cheering.
They switched fast. Anderson came in my mouth, hot cum down throat. 'Swallow, beautiful.' Smith took mouth next, shorter thrusts but deep. Brown fucked pussy now, fast like a rabbit. 'Her hole grips good.' Davis in ass, thin cock but long, hitting deep. Lee made me stroke his thick one with hands. Patel sucked my tits, biting nipples.

Cum leaked from me. Wilson jerked off on my back, white ropes. 'Mark the prettiest girl.' Harris pulled from ass, came on my face. 'Director's gift.' They didn't stop. Rotated again. Now on the floor, me on all fours. Teacher Smith in pussy, grunting. 'Fuck, better than my wife.' Anderson in ass, double again. Mouth full of Brown's cock, tasting his pre-cum.

Davis and Lee took turns on tits, rubbing cocks between them. 'Titfuck the beauty.' Patel pissed a little on my legs, laughing. 'Wet her more.' I sobbed, body rocking with thrusts. Pussy squelched, ass burned. They called me names: 'School slut,' 'Beautiful whore,' 'Our new toy.'

After first round, they rested a bit, but cocks hard again. Wilson ordered, 'Lay her on bed, spread legs.' They tied my ankles wide, dress torn off now. Naked, exposed. Principal ate my pussy first, tongue deep. 'Taste the cum.' Then fucked me missionary, kissing my neck rough. 'You love it, don't you?' I shook head, but body trembled.

Director Harris fisted lightly, hand in pussy. 'See how much she takes.' Fingers curled, I came unwilling, juices squirting. They laughed. 'Slut orgasms!' Teachers took turns fisting, then cocks. Smith double-penetrated with Davis, both in pussy. Stretched wide, pain and full.

PE coach Lee lifted me, fucking standing. Strong arms held me, cock up deep. 'Bounce, girl.' I dangled, tits slapping. He came inside, filling more. Brown made me ride him on chair. 'Move hips.' I did slow, exhausted. He slapped thighs to go faster.
Patel, the history teacher, was weird. He used a ruler from his pocket, spanking my ass red. 'Punish the pretty one.' Then fucked mouth while spanking. Anderson filmed on phone. 'School memories.' Bulges gone, now all naked, bodies sweaty around me.

Hours passed. They gangbanged in waves. All eight cocks in me somehow—mouth, pussy, ass, hands, tits. Cum everywhere: inside holes, on skin, hair. I swallowed loads, pussy overflowed, ass gaped. Bruises new from slaps, bites on neck.
Wilson said. One last round: circle jerk over me. Lying in cum puddle, they stroked, shooting on face, tits, belly. 'Bukkake for the beauty.' Sticky, blind in eyes.

Finally, tired, they dressed. 'Keep quiet, or more,' Harris warned. They left, locking door. I lay broken, teachers' cum in me. Guards would return? Or escape? But body wrecked, mind numb. Gangbang by teachers, worst yet. Most beautiful girl, now school fucktoy.

But it didn't end. Afternoon, door opened again. Mr. Anderson back alone. 'Missed your mouth.' He fucked face quick, came down throat. 'See you in class tomorrow.' Then gone. I cried, tied loosely now. Pussy throbbed, ass leaked. Happy from morning gone, replaced by fear.

Evening came. Guards peeked in, saw mess. 'Teachers got you? Shit.' John untied fully. 'Go home now, before night.' I stumbled out, dress ripped, no undies. Walked home slow, cum dripping legs. School horror at last end.

I was so tired that I went home, washed up, ordered some food, and fell asleep. Then I didn’t go to school for the next two days. When my parents came back, I went to school the following day wearing a white shirt, a light blue and black skirt, black shoes, and socks. I reached school, and everything seemed normal except for my teacher’s stare. After the lunch break, I got so scared from teacher stare that I decided to bunk the class.
I had put a little makeup, just some lipstick to look nice for the day. I was thinking about going to corridor when suddenly, that guard Mike appeared from nowhere. He was a tall, fat man with a dirty uniform, always staring at girls like us.

'Ella, come here,' he said in his rough voice, grabbing my arm tight. I tried to pull away, what? Leave me, recess is over soon.' But he didn't listen. He dragged me towards the back block of the school, where the small children study in kindergarten. At recess, all the kids go home early, so it was empty, just dusty rooms and old benches. No one around to hear. I was scared, my legs shaking. 'Sir, please, let me go. I have to go back to class.' I was stopping him, pushing his hand, but he was strong. He pushed open a door to an empty room and threw me inside.
The floor was cold and dirty, with some old mats thrown around. He locked the door and turned to me with an evil smile. 'Shut up, little girl. You look so hot in that skirt. I have been watching you.' I started crying, tears coming down my cheeks, ruining my little makeup. 'No,, don't do this again. Please.' But he came close, his breath smelling. He pushed me down on the floor, making me lay flat on my back. My skirt rode up a bit, and he laughed. 'Good girl, now stay still.'

I tried to kick him, but he held my legs with his big hands. He lifted my blue-black skirt all the way up to my waist, exposing my white panty. I was screaming now, 'Stop! He hooked his fingers in my panty and pulled it down roughly, tearing it a little. It was off my legs now, and I felt so naked and cold air on my pussy. I closed my eyes, sobbing hard. 'Please

He didn't care. He spread my legs wide, his rough fingers touching my pussy lips. I shivered. He started fingering me, pushing one thick finger inside my tight hole. It hurt, I was dry and scared. 'Ahh, no!' I cried, twisting my body. But he pushed deeper, moving it in and out, making wet sounds even though I didn't want it. 'You are tight, Ella. Nice pussy' He added another finger, stretching me, rubbing my clit roughly. I was stopping him with my hands, hitting his chest, but he slapped my face lightly. 'Behave, or it will be worse.'

Tears were flowing, my open hairs sticking to my wet face. My white shirt buttons were open a bit from the struggle, showing my bra. He kept fingering me for what felt like minutes, making my body betray me a little, getting wet against my will. I hated it. Then, he stopped and stood up, unzipping his pants. His cock came out, big and hard, veiny, with a dirty tip. It was bigger than I thought, and I panicked more. 'No, please, don't put it in.' But he knelt between my legs again, holding his cock and rubbing it on my pussy entrance.

He pushed the head in slowly at first, my pussy resisting. It burned. 'Ahhh!' I screamed, my hands clawing the floor. He grunted and thrust harder, his whole cock sliding deep inside me. It filled me completely, stretching my walls. He started fucking me, pulling out and slamming back in, his fat belly hitting my stomach. The floor was hard under my back, my skirt bunched up, shoes still on. I was crying loud, 'Stop, it hurts! Pull out!' But he fucked faster, his cock pounding my pussy, making slapping sounds. 'Take it, you slutty schoolgirl. Your pussy is so good.'
He held my hips, lifting them a bit to go deeper. Each thrust made me gasp, my body shaking. My socks were dirty from the floor, hairs all over. He was sweating, dropping on me. I felt his cock throbbing inside, hitting my cervix. Minutes passed, he kept fucking me, grunting like an animal. I was begging, 'enough, please.' But he didn't stop. Suddenly, the door burst open. We both froze. It was my seven seniors – the backbenchers, druggie types who always skipped classes and smoked in corners. Their names:Ryan, Alex, Blake, Cody, Dylan, Evan, and Finn. They were tall, muscular from sports or fights, with messy hairs, uniforms untucked, and the smell of weed clinging to them.

They stared, mouths open in shock. Ryan, the tallest and leader, blinked. 'Holy shit, it's Ella! , getting fucked raw by this cheap guard.' Alex whistled low. 'Look at her, skirt up, crying like a baby. Pussy stuffed full.' Blake smirked. 'Damn, she's begging. Guard, you lucky bastard.' Mike tried to pull out, his cock slipping from my pussy with a wet pop, but Cody shoved him hard. 'Get lost, old man. She's ours now.' Mike zipped up quickly, fear in his eyes, and bolted out the door, leaving me sprawled on the floor, legs still spread, pussy gaping and glistening.

I scrambled to cover myself, tugging my skirt down with trembling hands, but it was no use – my panty was gone, cum and wetness smeared on my thighs. Sobs wracked my body. 'Boys, please... no. Don't come near. I beg you, let me go. I'll forget this happened. Just help me, please!' But they slammed the door shut, locking it, their eyes dark with lust. Dylan grinned wickedly. 'Ella, you look so fuckable like this – open hairs messed up, makeup running, skirt all hiked. We've jerked off thinking about you.' Evan nodded, already palming his crotch. Finn added, 'Yeah, you're helpless now. No running.'

I crawled back, pressing against the wall, my black shoes slipping on the floor. 'Ryan, please, you're the senior. Stop them. I am scared. Don't touch me, I beg!' But Ryan advanced, grabbing my arms and yanking me up roughly. My legs buckled, but he held me steady, his body pressing against mine. 'Beg all you want, it makes it hotter.' He crushed his lips to my neck, sucking hard, leaving marks, while his hands dove under my white shirt, groping my breasts through the bra. The fabric strained, my nipples hardening from the rough touch despite my horror. 'No, Ryan! Stop kissing me. It feels wrong. Please, release my arms!' I pleaded, twisting weakly, but Alex pinned my hands behind my back, his breath hot on my ear.

Blake knelt in front of me, flipping my skirt up again, his fingers diving straight to my abused pussy. 'Still dripping from the guard. So sloppy and ready.' He shoved two fingers inside, curling them to hit my sensitive spots, making my knees weaken. A unwanted spark of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped. 'Ahh! No, Blake, take them out! It hurts and... please, don't make me feel this. I beg you, boys, have pity!' Tears poured, my open hairs falling into my face. Cody unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick cock, veiny and erect. 'Open wide, Ella. Time to suck.' He grabbed a fistful of my hairs, forcing my head down towards his groin.
I resisted, clamping my mouth shut, 'No! I can't. Please, don't make me. It's disgusting!' But Dylan pinched my jaw hard, opening it, and Cody thrust his cock past my lips, filling my mouth with his salty length. 'Suck it good, or we'll hurt you more.' I gagged, the head hitting my throat, tears choking me as he started fucking my face, hips bucking. Saliva dribbled down my chin, staining my shirt. Meanwhile, Ryan spun me around, bending me over an old desk. He slapped my ass cheeks hard under the skirt, the sting making me yelp around Cody's cock. 'Such a firm ass. Begging to be fucked.'

He rubbed his massive cock – long and girthy – along my pussy lips, teasing before slamming in deep. The stretch was agonizing, my walls clenching around him. 'Mmmph! Nooo!' I tried to scream, but it was muffled by the cock in my mouth. Ryan started pounding from behind, each thrust jolting my body forward onto Cody, his balls slapping my clit. Pleasure-pain mixed, my pussy betraying me with wetness. 'Pull out, Ryan! Please, it's too deep. I can't take it! Mercy, I beg!' I thought desperately, but could only whimper. Evan pulled my shirt open, buttons flying, exposing my bra. He yanked it down, latching onto a nipple, sucking and biting until it throbbed.

Finn joined, his fingers probing my asshole, circling the tight ring. 'Let's open this up.' He spat on it and pushed a finger in, the intrusion burning. 'Stop! Not there! Oh god, please, no anal. I'll do anything else, just beg you!' But he added another, scissoring, preparing me while Ryan fucked my pussy relentlessly. Dylan's hands roamed my body, pinching thighs, twisting nipples. The room filled with grunts, slaps, and my muffled cries. Ryan's pace quickened, his cock swelling. 'Fuck, your pussy milks me so good!' He groaned, then exploded, hot cum flooding my insides, spilling out as he thrust a few more times.

He pulled out with a squelch, cum dripping down my legs onto my socks. Blake took his place immediately, his cock sliding into the creamy mess easily. 'Even better, all lubed up.' He fucked harder, hands gripping my hips, bruising them. Cody came in my mouth then, forcing me to swallow his thick load, bitter and hot. 'Good girl, drink it all.' I coughed, begging hoarsely, 'Please, no more in mouth. My throat hurts. Let me rest!' But Alex replaced him, his longer cock pushing deeper, making me retch.

They rotated like animals in heat, no mercy for my pleas. After Blake came inside, grunting as his seed mixed with Ryan's, Dylan flipped me onto my back on the desk, my legs dangling, black shoes kicking air. 'Spread wide, Ella. Beg for my cock.' He rubbed his veiny shaft on my clit, teasing. 'No, Dylan, please don't. I am so sore already. I beg you, just stop this nightmare!' But he thrust in missionary style, folding my legs to my chest, pounding deep, his mouth claiming mine in a forceful kiss, tongue invading.
I bit his lip lightly, but he slapped my cheek. 'Bitch, behave!' Evan wanted my ass now, so while Dylan ravaged my pussy, Evan positioned behind, pushing his thick head into my tight asshole. The double penetration was excruciating – two cocks stretching me, rubbing through the thin wall. 'Aaaah! Stop! It tears me apart! Please, pull out, I can't! Mercy, boys!' I screamed, body convulsing, hands flailing helplessly. They synced their thrusts, filling me completely, my pussy and ass clenching in agony and unwanted ecstasy.

Finn jerked off over my face, his cum splattering my cheeks and lips. 'Lick it clean.' I turned away, sobbing, 'No, it's gross! Please, wipe it off. I beg!' But Cody made me swallow some. The assault continued, positions changing every few minutes. They untied my bra fully, discarding it, my breasts bouncing free with each pound. Nipples were sucked raw, bitten till red welts formed. My skirt was ripped at the hem, white shirt torn open, hanging off shoulders.

Half an hour in, I was a wreck – body slick with sweat and cum, open hairs matted, makeup a smeared mess, pussy swollen and leaking rivers of semen down my ass crack. 'Water... please, I am thirsty. Stop for a second, I beg!' But they laughed, Finn pissing a little on the floor. 'Lick if you want wet.' Humiliation burned worse than the pain. Alex took my pussy next, lifting one leg high, fucking sideways, his cock hitting my g-spot relentlessly, forcing a shameful orgasm from me. 'Nooo! Don't make me cum! I hate this! Please, stop touching there!' I wailed, body shuddering against my will.

They made me ride Ryan again, his cock impaling me as I straddled, hands on his chest for balance, but too weak. 'Bounce, slut!' He slapped my ass, making me move. 'I can't! My legs hurt. Please, let me down. Begging you!' Dylan joined from behind, forcing into my ass, double again, their cocks grinding inside. Blake and Cody took turns in my mouth, face-fucking till drool covered my chin.

Finn bent me over, fucking my ass raw, no lube but cum, his hands pulling my hairs like reins. 'Ride back, beg for more.' 'No! It burns! Pull out, Finn, I beg with all my heart!' But he pounded till he came, filling my bowels. Evan in pussy, then swapping. They formed a circle, me on knees in the middle, sucking each cock in turn – Ryan's massive, gagging me; Alex's long, throat-fucking; Blake's curved, hitting cheeks; Cody's thick, jaw-aching; Dylan's veiny, sweaty taste; Evan's average but fast; Finn's girthy, stretching lips.

Cum rounds: First in mouth, choking me to swallow; second on face, a sticky mask blinding me; third on breasts, dripping to my navel. My black shoes were kicked off in the frenzy, socks torn and soiled. They tied my hands with a belt from one's pants, immobilizing me further. 'Now you're really helpless.' Bent over a bench, ass up, they did an ass train – each taking my backdoor once, stretching it to gaping, cum pouring out like a faucet. Pussy rotations too, no hole spared. Slaps on ass, thighs, even pussy lips, turning skin red.

Dirty talk nonstop: 'Your pussy's gripping like a vice, Ella.' 'Ass so tight, milking my cum.' 'Beg louder, it makes us harder.' 'Schoolgirl whore, taking seven loads.' I pleaded endlessly, 'Please, slower! It hurts everywhere. Let me go home. I beg you, boys, end this!' But after an hour, I was numb, body limp, just enduring. Forced orgasms came more, clit rubbed raw, hating the pleasure amid pain.

Last half hour, they slowed but deepened thrusts. Ryan missionary again, whispering, 'Admit you love it.' 'No! I hate you all! Please, just finish!' Alex side-fuck, leg hooked over shoulder. Blake standing, holding me impaled. Cody blowjob, forcing deepthroat techniques, gagging me. Dylan anal specialist, reaming deep. Evan quick cums in all holes. Finn finale, triple – mouth, pussy, ass somehow with help, cumming in mouth last. 'Swallow every drop.'

Finally, after 1.30 hours of hell, they pulled out, leaving me collapsed on the floor in a pool of cum, sweat, and tears. My body throbbed – pussy and ass wrecked, swollen, leaking endlessly; breasts bruised; face sticky; skirt and shirt ruined; no panty, socks filthy. They zipped up, smirking. 'Best fuck ever, Ella. They left laughing.

I tried to stand, legs shaking, pain lancing through every hole,
The school bell rang for the last period, and I sat in my classroom, my body still aching from the recess nightmare with Mike and those seven seniors – Ryan, Alex, Blake, Cody, Dylan, Evan, and Finn. My pussy throbbed with every shift in my seat, the remnants of their cum dried crusty on my inner thighs under my rumpled skirt. I had managed to clean up a bit in the bathroom, wiping away the sticky mess with toilet paper, but my white shirt was stained with mysterious spots, buttons missing a few, and my open hairs were tied back hastily in a ponytail to hide the tangles. My black shoes felt tight on my swollen feet, socks still soiled. I just wanted to go home, curl up, and forget, but deep down, a twisted heat lingered in my core, making me hate myself more.

The teacher droned on about history, but my mind wandered, replaying the assaults – the way Ryan's massive cock had split me open, the burn of Evan's finger in my ass, the forced swallows of their hot loads. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the fresh trickle of wetness, not arousal but leftover slickness. Then, a peon knocked on the door. 'Ella, the principal wants to see you in his office immediately.' My heart dropped like a stone. Principal Mr. – the tall, stern man in his fifties with graying hair and a perpetual scowl. He had fuvkime before, months ago, in his office after catching me alone. The memory flooded back: his rough hands on my uniform, his thick cock forcing into my virgin mouth first, then pussy, making me beg for mercy while he laughed.

I stood slowly, legs wobbling, and gathered my bag. Classmates whispered, 'What did you do, Ella?' I forced a smile, 'Nothing, just some query.' But inside, terror clawed at me. Walking to the principal's office at the end of the admin block felt like a march to execution. The corridor was emptying as students rushed out for the day, but I dragged my feet, black shoes clicking softly. 'Please, let it be quick,' I whispered to myself, knocking on the heavy wooden door.

Come in,' boomed Mr. Thompson's voice. I pushed it open, stepping into the spacious office – polished desk, bookshelves, a large window overlooking the playground, and a worn leather couch in the corner. But he wasn't alone. Three men sat there with him: Mr. Harris, the burly PE coach with a beer gut and shaved head; Mr. Patel, the skinny math teacher with glasses and a leering smile; and Mr. Singh, the hefty accountant from the school office, his mustache thick and oily. All in their forties or fifties, dressed in shirts and trousers, ties loose. My stomach twisted. 'Sir? You called me?' I said softly, voice trembling, clutching my bag like a shield.

Mr. Thompson stood, his eyes raking over me hungrily, lingering on my disheveled uniform. 'Ella, close the door and lock it. We have some... discussion to have.' His friends chuckled low. I hesitated, heart racing. 'Sir, it's late. I need to go home. Mom is waiting.' But he stepped closer, towering over me. 'Lock it, girl, or I'll make sure you fail all subjects.' Trembling, I obeyed, the click sealing my fate. 'Please, sir, what did I do wrong? I beg you, let me go. I'm not feeling well.' Tears pricked my eyes already, eyeliner from morning smudged again.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me to the center of the room. 'We heard about your little recess adventure. The guard and those boys. Word spreads, Ella. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Slutty schoolgirl, taking all those cocks.' The others nodded, standing up, circling me like wolves. Mr. Harris licked his lips. 'Look at her, skirt all wrinkled, shirt untucked. Bet her pussy's still sore.' I shook my head frantically, backing away until my ass hit the desk. 'No! It wasn't like that. They forced me. Please, sirs, don't. I am begging you all. Have mercy, I can't take more today.' My voice cracked, hands raised in plea.

Mr. Thompson laughed, yanking my bag away and tossing it aside. His hands went straight to my white shirt, ripping the remaining buttons open, exposing my bra – plain white, already askew from earlier. 'Begging already? Good, it excites us.' He shoved the shirt off my shoulders, letting it hang loose, then groped my breasts roughly through the fabric, pinching nipples until I yelped. 'Ahh! Stop, sir! It hurts my chest. Please, cover me back.' But Mr. Patel stepped in from the side, unhooking my bra with deft fingers, pulling it off. My small breasts bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. 'Nice tits, perky and pink.' He latched his mouth onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing.

I twisted, sobbing, 'No, Mr. Patel, don't suck! It's sensitive. I beg you, let go!' Mr. Singh grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back, his other hand diving under my skirt, fingers probing my panty-less pussy – I still hadn't found a replacement after Mike tore mine. 'No underwear? Sloppy wet already.' He shoved two fingers inside my swollen folds, the intrusion stinging from the afternoon's abuse. I bucked, legs clamping. 'Oww! Take them out, sir! My pussy is raw. Please, no fingering, it burns so much!' Wet squelches filled the room as he pumped, his thumb circling my clit roughly, forcing my body to respond with unwanted slickness.
Mr. Thompson unzipped his trousers, his cock springing out – long and veined, head purple and leaking. 'On your knees, Ella. Suck me like last time.' He pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel on the hard carpet. My black shoes dug into my calves, skirt riding up. 'Sir, please, not in mouth. My jaw aches from before. I beg you, anything else!' But he slapped my cheek lightly, then gripped my chin, thrusting his cock past my lips. The salty taste filled me, head bumping my throat. I gagged, tears flowing, hands pushing his thighs weakly. 'Mmmph! Too big... pull out!' He ignored, fucking my face slow at first, then faster, balls slapping my chin.

Meanwhile, Mr. Harris lifted my skirt fully, exposing my ass. 'Bend over more, girl.' He knelt behind, spreading my cheeks, his tongue licking my pussy lips sloppily. 'Tastes like cum. Those boys filled you good.' Then he stood, dropping his pants, his short but thick cock prodding my entrance. 'Nooo!' I tried to scream around Thompson's shaft, but it muffled. He rammed in, stretching my sore pussy, the burn intense. 'Fuck, tight even after a gangbang.' He started pounding, hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.

Mr. Patel and Singh watched, stroking their cocks – Patel's thin and curved, Singh's fat and uncircumcised. 'Share her mouth,' Thompson grunted, pulling out with a pop, strings of saliva connecting. Patel took over, sliding into my mouth, his hips bucking gently but deep. 'Suck harder, use tongue.' I complied weakly, tongue swirling the underside, hating the humiliation. 'Please, sir, my mouth is tired. Let me breathe.' Singh fingered my ass now, one thick digit pushing in dry. 'Relax this hole.' The pain made me clench, whimpering around Patel's cock.
They rotated quickly. Harris came first, groaning as he flooded my pussy with hot spurts, pulling out to let some drip on my socks. 'Good fuck.' Singh replaced him immediately, his fat cock slamming into the cum-lubed hole, stretching wider. 'Ahhh! Too thick, sir! It hurts inside. Pull out, I beg!' My pleas vibrated on Patel's shaft, making him thrust harder. He came down my throat, forcing me to gulp the bitter load. 'Swallow it all, no spilling.' I choked, coughing as he withdrew.

Thompson bent me over the desk now, papers scattering, my breasts pressing cold wood. He aimed for my ass, rubbing his slick cock on the puckered hole. 'Time for backdoor, Ella. Beg for it.' 'No! Please, sir, not anal. It's too painful. I can't take it there, mercy!' But he pushed in steadily, the head breaching, inch by inch until buried. The fullness burned, tears soaking the desk. He fucked slow, building speed, his hands slapping my ass cheeks red. 'Tight ass, gripping me.' Mr. Harris, hard again, shoved into my pussy from the front, bending me double. Double penetration – cock in ass and pussy, rubbing through walls. 'Stop! Both holes... it tears me! Please, sirs, pull out. I am dying from pain!' I wailed, body shaking, legs quivering in shoes.

Mr. Patel knelt under the desk, sucking my clit while they pounded, tongue flicking relentlessly. Unwanted pleasure built, my hips twitching. 'No, don't lick! I hate feeling good. Beg you, stop!' Singh face-fucked me next, his mustache tickling my nose, cock reeking of sweat. They kept going, switching holes – Thompson in pussy, Harris in ass, Patel in mouth, Singh groping breasts, twisting nipples till they bruised. Cum shots: First round, all inside pussy, overflowing, running down legs. Second, mouths and faces, sticky masks. Third, asses and tits, painting me white.
Half an hour in, I was a mess – skirt torn at seams, shirt rags, bra gone, ponytail undone, hairs wild. They moved to the couch, making me ride Thompson reverse cowgirl, his cock impaling my ass while I bounced weakly. 'Move faster, slut!' He slapped my thighs. 'I can't, sir! Legs sore. Please, let me off. Begging you!' Harris stood on couch, fucking my pussy downward, double again. Patel and Singh jerked over my face, cumming in eyes and hair, blinding me temporarily. 'Wipe it? No, rub it in.' I sobbed, hands tied behind with my own belt now, truly helpless.
They untied briefly to reposition: On all fours on floor, Patel under me in pussy missionary-style but on carpet, me straddling. Singh in ass from behind, sandwiching. Thompson in mouth, deepthroating. Orgasms forced from me twice – clit rubbed raw by Patel's fingers, body betraying with shudders. 'Nooo! Don't make me cum again. It's wrong! Stop touching!' Pain and pleasure blurred, my begs turning hoarse.

One hour mark: Bodies slick with sweat, room smelling of sex and musk. They formed a train – me bent over couch arm, each taking pussy turns: Thompson deep and slow, making me feel every vein; Harris short fast pumps, balls sslapping; Patel twisting hips, hitting spots; Singh grinding fat cock, stretching. Ass train followed, each reaming, no mercy. 'Your ass is gaping now, Ella. Beg for more loads.' 'No more! Holes hurt bad. Please, sirs, enough. I beg with tears!' Mouth rotations: Sucking each clean, tasting my own ass and pussy on them, gagging on flavors.

Dirty talk echoed: 'Pussy clenching like it loves cock.' 'Ass milking us dry.' 'Beg louder, schoolgirl whore.' 'Taking four men, better than those boys.' I pleaded nonstop, 'Slower, please! Can't breathe. Mercy on my body!' They pissed a little in a corner, making me watch. 'Lick floor if thirsty.' Humiliation peaked when they made me finger myself while they watched, 'Show how wet you are.' 'No! It's embarrassing. Please, don't force this.' But I did, fingers in cum-filled pussy, unwanted moans escaping.
Ninety minutes: Stamina endless, perhaps from hidden flasks of something. Thompson lifted me, standing fuck – legs wrapped around him, cock in pussy, bouncing me like a doll. Others groped, pinched. 'Too high! Drop me, sir. Legs cramping!' Then group on couch: Me in center, Patel in pussy, Singh ass, Thompson mouth, Harris jerking on tits. Synced thrusts, body jolted. Cum round four: Inside all holes, overflowing, pooling under me. I lay limp, whispering begs, 'Water... rest... please end it.'

Last thirty minutes: Slowed but intense. Individual turns: Thompson anal finale, cumming deep in bowels. Harris pussy, flooding womb. Patel mouth, throat pie. Singh tits, glazing nipples. They dressed, leaving me sprawled on couch, body wrecked – pussy gaping, red and puffy, cum leaking steadily; ass throbbing, loose; face crusty, hairs matted; breasts welted; skirt shredded, shirt nonexistent; shoes scuffed, socks wet. 'Clean up and go,' Thompson said, tossing tissues. 'But remember, you're ours now. Come when called.' I nodded weakly, sobbing, 'Yes, sir... please, no more today.'

Wiping futilely, cum still dripped as I dressed in rags, limping out. Principal called his driver, Rayn – a middle-aged man with a potbelly, turban, and shifty eyes. 'Rayn, drop Ella home. She's... not well.' Raj smirked, knowing. In the school van, back seat, he drove off, windows tinted. 'Miss Ella, you look used up.' I curled in corner, skirt pulled down. 'Just drive, uncle. Please, no talk.' But at a red light, he reached back, hand on my thigh. 'Principal said make sure you arrive safe... inside.' Terror renewed. 'No! Rayn don't. I am so sore. Beg you, just drop me.' He pulled into a deserted side road, parking. 'Skirt up, legs open.'
I resisted, but he yanked me forward, positioning on seat. His rough hands spread my legs, seeing the mess. 'Full of cum? Good lube.' He unzipped, his dark cock average but hard, thrusting into my pussy without preamble. 'Ahhh! Stop, it hurts more! Please, , pull out. I can't take another!' The van rocked as he fucked, hands mauling breasts. 'Tight even now. Beg all you want.' He pounded for twenty minutes, switching to ass midway, the burn excruciating. 'Not there! Mercy,!' Cum in both holes, adding to the flood. He drove on, me leaking onto seat. 'Clean it later.'

Home finally. I limped up stairs, each step agony, cum trickling down legs, soaking socks. Mom opened door, frowning. 'Ella, why are you walking like that? So slow and bent.' Pain shot through pussy and ass. I forced a lie, voice shaky, 'I... I fell on the ground during games, Mom. Twisted ankle. Nothing much.' She hugged me, unaware. 'Poor girl. Rest.' I nodded, rushing to bathroom, stripping. Pussy filled with sperm from principal, friends, driver – dripping endlessly as I showered, body marked forever. But whispers of craving haunted me. Tomorrow? More hell.