A literotic sexstories: Sally's two weeks by BrittleCheze ,
Sally is a high school student who has been told by her schools administration that she has won an academic trip out of state for the two weeks before school starts. Little does she know it is all a conspiracy plan to turn her into the new school sex slave.
She was so hot. And she knew it too. Thought the high school janitor as he watched the stupid little twat prancing down the hall. But, not for long. He knew the plan, they always had a plan. Every year all of the male teachers and some of the female ones at the school, even the administration, would choose a young cunt and make her their new slut. Holding daily torture sessions for even the smallest mistakes and using her as a peice of meat only to be fucked and tortured
They had already put their plan into action for this years slave. They had sent her a letter at the end of the summer telling her lies of a wonderful two week trip out of state to visit some of the most prestigious institutions in the nation. It was a completely free trip that she had won from previous academic achievements and recommendations from her teachers and administration. Little did she know that it was all a lie.
She would really be spending the two weeks locked up in a dungeon hidden down in the basement of the school being fucked, tormented, degraded, tortured, and ultimately transformed. He licked his lips. What a fun two weeks they will be.
Sally entered room 204. She looked around the room; it was empty. Hmmm she thought, holding the information sheet in the light more tryin to read the instructions, I thought the other people would have been here before me. It said 6:00 AM Saturday, August 9th. To meet-up for depature at the airport. She looked at her watch 6:10. It was strange, but she shrugged it off and sat down in the desk to wait. She wasn’t the only student going on the trip, was she? The letter didn’t make it out to be that big of an honor to go. She sat back and hummed to the music buzzing in her ear from the iPod.
A few minutes later a teacher briskly walked into the room. “Hello there I’m Mr. Taylor, you must be sally.” He said conspicuously eying her body. “You ready for the weeks of a lifetime?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Sally Responds, “Sounds like, it will be fun…”
Mr. Taylor smiled moving closer to the girl, “More ‘fun’ then you could ever imagine.” Another teacher was sneaking up behind her, not that it mattered how sneakily they did it, the moment she had opened that letter she had no chance of escape. Suddenly the other teacher pulled a bag over the girls head, she screamed in suprise. Mr. Taylor quickly kicked her viciously hard in the head, “Shut the fuck up, no one can hear you and your damn scream is so annoying.” He yelled. Hitting her again and again with his foot until she fell silent. Certain she had passed out from the blows the man picked her lifeless body up and carried it towards the dungeon.
The basement was incredibly high-tech. To any person walking in it would look like a very small unorganized storage area. But, the teachers of course knew what was hidden behind the mess. Dragging the girl along the floor the men moved to the back of the room. Pushing aside few boxes and finding a button hidden behind a shelf they opened the door to the dungeon.
The room was lit up brightly. It was made completely out of hard concrete from the ceiling to the floors and had no natural light from the sun. On the far wall were iron straps to hold a prisoner securely and tightly. A well as a cold metal table with similar straps to bond the victim. Aligning the walls were tools shelfs covered in different torture instruments. And several high-tech fucking, exercising, and torture machines were placed about the room. They lifted the girl and carried her to the cold metal table and once placed on top the table the iron straps snapped tight on her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. The teachers proceeded by ripping off all of her clothes. “She won’t need these anymore,” One of the men laughed viciously pulling the blouse off of her torso.
Sally awoke only a few hours later. Chilled from her bare skin on the cold metal table, blinded from a piece of fabric tied around her head, and silenced from a large rubber gag in her mouth; she was helpless. She began struggling and muffles escaped around the gag. “I see our little fuck girl is awake.” Mr. Taylors voice said. “Welcome to your two week trip of fun and education.” He laughed. Pulling off his trousers and moving towards the girl with his pulsating cock at hand. All of the teachers and administration had extremely large fuck tools. Their rods were so long and thick it was unbearable for any young cunt to take them, especially an inexperienced virgin with a tight hole like15 year old Sally.
“I don’t like fucking as much as I like torturing so I will try to make this lesson quick so we can get to the fun stuff.” He said pushing the tip of his cock into her tiny slit. “I still do love the fucking though.” He finished shoving his shaft balls deep into the girl in one push. The cry of pain that erupted from the girl’s throat was hardly audible with the gag in her mouth. Juices and blood oozed out around the base of Mr. Taylors cock as he fucked. He didn’t hold his cum long. They weren’t worried about pregnancy; they had given her the pill a week earlier in one of the letters stating that she needed it for one of the areas they might visit had been contaminated with some disease and she needed the pill to make sure she wouldn’t get infected or some bullshit.
He finished unloaded his cock into her pussy and shoved it back into his pants. “Okay bitch, let me tell you how your life is going to be from now on,” He started, “Everyday after school ends you will come straight down what we call the dungeon. You will be disciplined for any rules you have broken during the day, taught new lessons, and give us the relief we need. We’ll give you the list of rules at the end of your two weeks. You are now owned by our faculty. You will do exactly what we say when we say it. Not one single person in this school will help you out of this new situation, so you better fucking cope with it because your not getting out of it. We know that your parents are to busy to notice something is truly wrong with you, we also know that you have to get good grades, and we know that they would never switch you to a new school because all of the cost, time, and energy that would require. Do you understand yet, cunt? You are ours now, we fucking own you.”
“So then, let’s start with your first lesson.” He pulled off her blind and gag. “If you start fucking screaming you will not be a happy little bitch in a second.” He warned, “This lesson is going to teach you about submission, you always do what we say when we say it. If you back talk or hesitate you will be punished harshly. So bitch,” He pressed a button releasing one of her arms, “Let’s begin.” He put two alligator clamps in her free moving hand. “So what you have to do is put these clamps onto your nipples, one on each square in the middle. Then tighten them to the point that the nipple will rip off before the clamp ever would.” She didn’t move. “Cunt this is only going to get worse for you if you don’t put those damn things on your nipples. I swear to god if you make me put them on your life will turn into a living hell.”
Obviously in shock Sally didn’t know what to do. She stared blindly at Mr. Taylors cruel uncaring face. “BITCH!” He slapped her. Grabbing one of the clamps he snapped it shut on her first nipple then her other one, she screamed in pain. He slapped her across the face, “What did I tell you about screaming?” He yelled tightening the clamp until her nipples were numb with pain. “This entire lesson would have gone about ten times less painful if you had just put those clamps on. But, now it is a punishment and lesson. Your gonna fucking hate your life.” He grabbed another larger clamp off the wall, “Now reach down, and put this on your clit.” He said placing the clamp in her fingers, “NOW!” He screamed.
Her hands trembled as she picked up the open clamp and moved it down to her cunt. It was nearly impossible to do with one hand, as tightly bound has she was. Finding her clit she pushed the clap onto it and closing her eyes tightly allowed it to shut. Her mind erupted in more pain then she had ever experienced before. Her mouth filled slightly with blood as she bit down roughly on her tongue stopping her from screaming. “Good bitch, I wasn’t even planning on using that clamp on your clit yet, but just apart of your punishment. Don’t think that helped you at all, this lesson is still going to be extremely painful. Now tighten the clamp.” She forced her fingers to the clamp again and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration; even touching the clamp sparked waves of painful hell and the last thing she wanted to do was tighten it and worsen the pain.
But, slowly she turned the nob and the clamp tightened. After impatiently waiting for a few minutes Mr. Taylor grabbed the clamp and tightened it just as badly as the nipple clamps were. “Much better.” He said. He turned around and grabbed tiny but, very strong chains from the wall. He tied a chain to each clamp and then connected the three together into one larger chain. Suddenly he jerked the chain towards him pulling all three clamps simultaneously. Taken by surprise she screamed, “You. Don’t. Fucking. Scream.” He yelled pulling the chain harder with each word.
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