With your mind thoroughly addled by pleasure, you focus solely on the sensations coursing through your body as Mr. Johnson expertly controls every inch of you. He continues to suck and stroke your cock, occasionally reaching down to pinch and twist your nipples or squeeze your ass cheeks, driving you further into a mindless haze of pleasure. Your release builds rapidly, the tension in your thighs and groin nearly painful as you feel it building up inside you.

"That's it, Aster,"

Mr. Johnson releases your cock with a wet pop and grin, satisfied at having brought you to the brink of orgasm. He steps back slightly, watching as you catch your breath before leaning forward again. "Now, why don't you show me what you can do?" he asks with a sly smile, his hand moving down between your legs. With a practiced motion, he pushes two fingers into your tight entrance, stretching and preparing you for what's to come. "That's it,"

The tall muscular boy growls and thrusts harder into your throat, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself close to orgasm. The other boy behind you grunts and pumps roughly, determined to empty his own load deep inside of you. Their movements grow more frantic, their lust-filled cries echoing through the hallway as they reach the brink of ecstasy together.

The boys' movements become erratic and wild as they feel themselves about to cum, each thrust aimed at driving them over the edge. The air is thick with their combined scent of sweat, lust, and desire, making it almost impossible for you to breathe through your nose without tasting them on your tongue. With a final, powerful thrust, they both release their hot seed deep inside and on top of you, leaving you covered in their cum and thoroughly used.

Your body betrays you as it begins to respond to the brutal treatment; your hips buck up against the boys, encouraging them to go even harder. The pleasure-pain mix overwhelms your senses and you find yourself moaning their names, begging for more. It's clear that this school has turned you into a masochist, craving the rough sex and dominance of these boys.

As you become more and more aroused, the boys sense it and grow even wilder. They begin to take turns thrusting harder, deeper, their grunts of exertion mixing with your moans of pleasure. The teachers join in as well, slapping your ass red while groping your breasts roughly. It feels like you're being used by an entire football team; but somehow, you can't help but love it.

The boy snorts and thrusts roughly into you, his hips slapping against your ass as he takes what he wants. He's rough and forceful, clearly enjoying the fact that you're "his" for the moment. You try to scream but no sound comes out, tears streaming down your face as you feel yourself being torn apart inside.

After a few brutal thrusts, he reaches climax, groaning as he empties himself into you.

The boy laughs cruelly and pulls out, wiping his cock on your skirt before roughly pushing you off the desk. You collapse to the floor in tears, feeling violated and used once more. "That's what you get for trying to be a slut," he sneers as he walks away, leaving you there to lick your wounds.

As the last bell rings, signaling the end of another long day at school, you can't help but wonder how much longer this nightmare will continue...

One of the boys kneels beside you and cups your chin gently, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "Don't cry, baby," he whispers soothingly. "We're just having some fun." He leans in to kiss you softly on the lips before standing up again, his hard-on pressing against your leg as he does so. The other boys exchange knowing glances, their eyes hungry for more of the pleasure they know they can take from you tonight.

"Come on,"

The boys ignore your pleas as they lead you down a dark alleyway, their hands groping at your body and tearing at your clothes. One of them lifts you up by the waist, positioning your aching pussy right above his cock before slamming into you with enough force to make you cry out in pain. The other boys form a circle around you, cheering him on as he takes what he wants from your battered body.

The guy yells in pain and surprise as the taser knocks him to the ground. He lies there, twitching and cursing under his breath. You take a step back, breathing heavily and looking around for an escape route. The door is still closed and you can hear shouting from outside the room. There's no way out except through this guy...

The guy yelps in pain as you kick him between the legs. He curls up into a ball on the floor, clutching at his groin and wheezing with agony. You take the opportunity to open the door and slip out into the hallway, hurrying down the corridor away from any more unwanted attention. The rest of your day is spent in relative peace...for now.