Classmates' Revenge

Chapter Two-4

“You see, teacher? Your goddesses can conjure up the exact kind of classroom you’ve always so desperately imagined. Finally you can indulge the deviance that drives you. While Carrie has regressed herself to be your carnal ideal, we’re going to have us a little history quiz. True or false, all answers will earn you paddling. It just depends how much. Pass this test and you will matriculate. That is all.”

Giggling and shimmying, popping her gum, teen-slut Carrie closed in. The merest flick of a tapered thumbnail popped free button after tiny button, letting ever more of her barely-restrained treasure burgeon forth. Leaning in to display teasing cleavage and out to show him the pervert’s up-skirt, smiling and gyrating with supremely seductive corrupted innocence, she began her interrogation in giggly falsetto.

“Oh professor, you will reveal to me all the truths I need to hear, won’t you? Please?”

Face twisted with frantic distaste, Marsh nodded as she tickled a finger under his chin.

“You’ve always wanted to ravish me, haven’t you?”

Big doe eyes batted coyly. “Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, it didn’t matter. The fresher the better. You wanted my tender tightness, my huge but nubile boobs. If not for the threat of Daddy and prison, you would have delighted in cruelly crippling me with that medieval truncheon.”

“f**k no!” Ed exploded, hours of pain and resentment clearly being vented.

“Liar!” declared Tara. “Ten swats, Mistress Julie. And no elaborating your answers!”

Marsh shut his trap, wary of being gagged again. He closed his eyes too and submitted with only grunts as Julie clapped her educative paddle across his already purpled buttocks. Tara kept stern count. Afterward Carrie moved even closer. Lisping she lifting that pleated hem.

“Honestly, Mister Professor, you were always trying to look up here. Now I’m letting you do it. See how perfectly bare I am? My fresh virgin slit is prepubescent in its hairless smoothness. No dirty mature bush to foul your mouth or cushion that brutal bludgeon from ramming traumatically in to its hymen-ripping, womb-reaching deepest. Nothing but tight-squeezing untouched cunny, sleekly bald and succulent with honey.

“Tell me the truth this time teacher and I’ll let you lick it right from the dripping comb. Did you ever fantasize about me or any other girls while we were still under age and your authority?”

Silent suspense forced self-scrutiny. Shamed tears sprang forth. Hatred of himself or them or both lent credulity to the confession.

“Sometimes. Not intentionally. But unbidden images creep in. I’m only human.”

“Two swats,” Tara decreed. “Leniency is decreed for an honorable agreement of weakness.”

Now Carrie’s sweater gaped further. t**s Tara would slaughter for tumbled out at last, adding to those fantastic beguilements as Mistress Teen Slut-tease rubbed that pristine vulva enticingly. She purred down from practically right atop her captive confessor.

“Did you ever masturbate to these unwilling imaginings? Spurt your spunk while dreaming of me or some other un-plucked blossom from your tenderly tended tree?”

Tears still trickling, snake suddenly stirring, face nearly as red as its scarlet lettering, Ed Marsh made another tortured acknowledgment.

“You and Julie. Surely occasional others. Never was it a regular habit. I couldn’t help it. I can’t help it now!” His voice cracked with anguish, and Carrie giggled sadistically as she straddled his neck, now m**********g herself. She waited until Tara decreed three and Julie administered them before answering his wail.

“Of course you can’t. That’s who you are: a loveless, filthy deviant. You’re going to gorge on my wanton young simulacrum and burn with the forbidden taboo of it. You’re going to do it and pretend I’m fourteen. But first you’re going to fill us in on your entire sick history. And I don’t just mean STDs. We want to know in detail what you’ve been doing with that thing: who and when and how old. Begin your recital, professor. Start with the youngest.”

Watching his irresistible temptress diddle and jiggle, Ed was clearly in perdition. Though his c**k continued to twitch its way upright, his tear-streaked cheeks were flagrant with shame and outrage. Still he accepted this forced reckoning. He described losing his virginity in high school, the post-graduation summer swathe he’d cut and then six years of casual college hookups.

No relationship endured more than a month or two; too many furrows still to be plowed. His master’s degree got him the dream job he’d now held for a decade, and the systematic grooming had begun. He’d bedded dozens of ex-students in that time, but none under eighteen or his current authority. He dropped names that made them gasp, laugh or clap, yet that was just the aperitif. When he moved on to claim teachers, counselors, student-teachers, classroom assistants, office personnel and even administrators of their acquaintance, hilarity competed with secret savoring. Still the best was yet to come. After admitting to liaisons with the mothers of various students and other town figures, the appalling dog revealed his ultimate coup. Staring up at bubble-blowing Carrie’s continued up-close performance, with his clearly legendary prick now sticking boastfully up despite his shamefaced catalogue, Ed laughed bitterly at himself.

“You know who Oliver Bunting is?”

“That judgmental asshole on the school board?” Tara couldn’t help gaping. “Mister Prayer-in-public-schools, abstinence-only, fundamentalist science-denying biblically-literal war-on-women waging creationist? Wait, let me guess: he’s secretly gay.”

“Quite likely. All I know is I banged his wife. And either I’m good or she really needed it.”

More shrieking hilarity erupted. Everyone did another shot. Tara even poured one into the shockingly indiscriminate slut. Howling Julie took up the interrogating.

“Oh how could you? Talk about a chubby and a priggish bigot too!”

Ed shrugged from the depths of his simulated jailbait hell.

“I did it because I could, and ‘cause I hate his guts. I wanted to prove their hypocrisy.”

“Well done, darling!” Carrie handed back her shot glass, the big wad of gum tucked in it.

Tara concurred. With this fabulously bombastic tidbit on top of all his other recorded confessions, combined with the incidental incrimination of an erection no one had coaxed forth this time, they had plenty enough to hang Mr. Filthy Horn-dog here by the balls if he ever tried to rebel. She nodded a smile to Julie, who tossed the paddle. Meanwhile Carrie removed her skirt and closed those last few inches. Her singsong falsetto actually exonerated him from the worst of what they could now potentially hold over him. But if need be they could garble the audio.

“Okay, teacher. You’ve passed the test. I believe you that you’re not a pedophile. Your abhorrence is just too honest. So forget what I said about pretending I’m fourteen. But go ahead and indulge the fantasy of a nubile me otherwise. A little harmless role-play is a fitting reward for all your honesty and obedience. So feast on my honey-pie, Professor Anaconda. After that you can f**k the tightest one of us. In fact we’ll have us a big old celebratory four-way to mark your matriculation into our eternal service.”

***

By this time Ed was all at sea, at sixes and sevens, bollixed and bamboozled eight ways to Sunday. Pick and mix any idiom you wished. He had too many horrors to juggle, too many demands on exhausted resources. These women were talking about eternity. They had s****l expectations that despite his aching erection he knew to be beyond his capacity. A four-way? Be honest. His body, psyche and spirit were in the worst shape ever. This had been the longest night of his life. He only wanted it over. Maybe then he could begin trying to forget it.

Unfortunately he remained helpless. The essence of feminine vengeance had coalesced into these three Supreme Beings. At his most orgasmically addled they’d captured Ed. Regardless of how savagely and endlessly they tortured him, no matter the scale of his agony, rage, misery or even contrition, silk, steel, female will and wiles all remained indomitable. To even breathe was an interminable difficulty. Only that honest contrition, the growing if grudging awareness that he had badly abused his influence sustained Ed through the hours of physical distress inflicted on him. The ordeal that came afterward however, a plumbing of primal depths that forced further shattering self-awareness proved a far more damaging challenge – and a much worse torment.

The humiliation and self-despite were as fierce as the ungovernable arousal that helped fuel them. To be approved not a pedophile was a sorely won vindication. To face his dirtiest secret impulses, acknowledge his fundamentally loveless nature, the emptiness of his pursuits and the contemptibility of his crimes was emotionally eviscerating. Filled with guilt and woe over the past Ed was just too wrung out to contend with both future and endless present as well. He had to let this talk of matriculation and eternal service go for the moment. Whatever further horrors hid behind the horizon, tonight still provided tribulation (yet maybe also epiphany) enough.

Before heaven had turned into hell, these deities had provided him with a spiritual-s****l apotheosis that had been as cathartic as his subsequent judgment was devastating. If he could only find the fortitude, perhaps that blessing might be dispensed again.

Uncaring that his unscrupulous appetite had earned this purgatory the newly christened anaconda urged Ed on. At least he refused to pretend this despicably irresistible vixen was a teen as she insisted. Still the instant Mistress Carrie at last quit taunting him with her honeycomb and gifted it to his chapped lips he reacted as if galvanized. Such perfection compelled no less. And despite everything she’d put him through since duping (or out-seducing) him Ed somehow felt like he owed her for earlier. It really had been that fantastic. Or maybe he just wanted to show this goddess she wasn’t the only virtuoso.

While the other two began to marvel over and fondle him, Carrie exclaimed her surprise.

“Oh! Oh my! Oh, Mister Professor…oh…oh…oh what are you dooooooooooing?”

He was lapping and delving, fluttering and suckling, nibbling and slurping, ingesting everything possible and feverishly stimulating those most responsive tissues to issue ever richer drips of that ambrosial exudate. And soon his industry and expertise won him a crucial victory. Surprised out of character, Carrie dropped her teen-slut charade to clutch his head tight and grind against him. And though someone was licking him like a lollipop and someone else sucking one of his testicles, Ed kept his concentration. Despite his debilitation and renewed trouble breathing he kept up his own slavish suction until that trickling at last became a gush.

Obviously enormously aroused already by the game they’d been playing, the lady of the manor was quick on the climactic trigger. Shrieking and shuddering as she wantonly flooded him, she continued crushing and humping his helpless head though every last gasping quiver. Only after that did she fall away panting, even hiccupping amidst sudden giggles.

“Oh boy, was that awesome! You’ve got some competition Jules. We might have a new muff-eating champeen.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Julie was the one still licking around the rim of his glans. Now she abandoned the raging snake to take Carrie’s place. Tara called dibs however.

“Hold on there, t**s. You two boobsy twins have been coming all over each other all week. I just got off a plane. And what about letting him f**k the tightest of us? I claim that title.”

“All right,” Julie breathed sweet reason as she agreed. “Let’s adjust our graduate’s bondage and position then and get our celebratory four-way underway!”

She turned back to free the sash from the shackles linking his ankles. Carrie was pouring out fresh shots. Tara picked up the shock-wand and gestured nonchalantly.

“Going to give me any grief here, teacher?”

Ed’s nectar-wet face colored afresh with the admission.

“That would be idiocy.” He paused before confessing the rest, to himself as well as his captors. “By now I don’t want to.”

“Good doggy. Do exactly as directed and I’ll be f*****g you in seconds.”

It actually took a few minutes for Ed to be arranged to suit their derangement. Finally he was lying supine in the very center of that gigantic bed.

With his wrists still tied these were drawn straight above him to that masterpiece headboard. This time the sash was lashed about the horned head of a baroque carven minotaur. With his own head propped on those stretched arms, a plump pillow similarly boosted Ed’s hips and kidneys. Legs extended straight from this, his feet remained hobbled by that eight-inch chain. And though he’d never been a bondage aficionado, and still resented his helplessness, there was no denying the fierceness of his hard-on when those conquering goddesses closed back in on him.

Yea, he had gone through bitter waters; who could blame him for now savoring the sweet?

Unsure who remained sexually indebted to whom, Ed hoped this hitherto unimaginable orgy would at least reduce the arrears, if not balance the scales outright. He wanted to feel better about himself. But then he had trouble contending with pretty much anything beyond the impulses sent by his nerve endings. Heaven was descending to claim him again.