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He shoved his cock into her slit like a rod going into a slot. Justine started and squealed. She was paralyzed in shock. He was inside her. She felt his big, thick prick in her as if she were sitting on a fence post. She tried to pull up off him. He put his meaty hands on her hips and pushed her down.

Justine squealed again, then stared at him. He moved his hips. She squealed in surprise. He moved. She squealed in shock, staring. He started moving into her waist, bearing repeatedly, his elbows digging down on her hips.

Her squeals turned to tiny little exclamations as her brow furrowed and her sleek, soft eyebrows went up in a quizzical, horribly pained expression. Soon she could do nothing but hiss, sucking in the saliva which threatened to splash from her pried-open mouth.

Oswald reached around her to pull her ass cheeks wide, making slightly more room for his throbbing member. Her cunt gripped it, sucking at it, slobbering viscous liquid across it, just to protect itself from its awful intrusion.

Justine choked, feeling all her muscles tighten and her breath get short. Her shirt was like a press now, squeezing her chest, her bra straining to contain her aching orbs.

Justine growled and rattled, liquid coursing over front. Her head dropped, the drool covering her chin.

"Come on, come on," she moaned. "Get it over with. Let me out. Let me out." Like the rest of her words, Oswald heard these as just so much mush. But he could reach her expressions and emotions.

"No, no, my dear," he cooed softly at her, putting his big hands on her hips.

"There's got to be more to it than that. You have to give all that your picture promised ... Ms. February. Then he started twisting her by the hips, from side to side, "cork-screwing" her.

Justine's head went back and she started grunting in rhythm, her constricted chest shaking each time, her fingers tightening around the ropes which went from her wrists to the pipes.

"Excuse me, would you?" said the bogus Miss Grayson to the Schwartzes. "I have to go to the bathroom for a moment."

Oswald grabbed Justine by the hair and pulled her head forward, his other hand tightly cupping her jaw, but the girl hadn't even heard Audrey's excuse. By the time she became aware of the bathroom door opening just enough to let the nurse in, it was closed again. By the time Oswald let her head go, Audrey was kneeling behind her, her arms embracing. Oswald's hands returned to the teacher's hips, twisting and jerking.

"There, there, dear," Audrey whispered in Justine's ear, holding her tightly.

"I'm here to help you. I'm here to make things easier." Her fingers started plucking at the girl's shirt buttons. More and more of Justine's slick, shining flesh appeared. "You see? So tight, so sopping, so restrictive. Wouldn't it feel better .'like this?"

Audrey grabbed the two sides of Justine's shirt and yanked. The bottom two buttons ripped open. The shirt came off Justine's smooth, strong shoulders. He could see her heaving chest squeezing against the scallop-cupped lace bra. He could see her stomach sinking in under her ribs, and filling out again. He could see half her belly button, crushed under her skirt waist.

Audrey grabbed a hunk of Justine's hair and pulled her head to the side. With her other hand, she reached down, her fingers snaking below the bra's right cup.

She filled her hand with the large, squishy tit. "So much!" she enthused. "So rich, so thick, so full, so lush!"

Justine groaned, saliva coursing out the first side of her mouth. It slapped her leg, which vibrated on the tile floor.

"Look how she holds them," Audrey told her brother, still kneading her fingers inside the big, tight, barely yielding underwire cup. "Look how everything is so tightly packed. 'She wants to crush herself. To pack herself away!"

"No problem," he said. "Help me get her started."

Audrey reached around either side of Justine's torso and pulled down the lace bra cups. She filled her hands with Justine's tits and used them like handles.

She yanked the bulbous mounds up and back, Justine's big, dark areolas and little nipples squeezed between the nurse’s iron fingers.

She screamed as the ugly woman molested her chest and the man rutted insistently inside her. Her head stayed back, tight on the nurse's shoulder, as her body shook atop the orderly's.

But then the two sensory attacks combined to render her speechless. Despite the frenzy of their activity, they both knew exactly what they were doing-as if they had studied female biology and psychology. The crown of his penis and its shaft continually scraped against her clitoris, stimulating her. He filled her vagina with his heated, throbbing shaft, engorging her.

As if that weren't enough, his sister knew exactly where the chest nerves were, further stimulating her. To top it off, Justine had felt a terrible release when Audrey had freed her clamped breasts. The young teacher was giddy, lighthearted, near fainting. Her hormones were being stoked to a fever pitch.

She began to shudder, her rich form wracked with emotion. She began to shake like a plucked bowstring.

"She's coming," Oswald grunted. "I can feel her cunt tightening."

"Contractions," Audrey said, tickling the girl's ear. "Release, darling one. Let go, or you won't have been thoroughly raped."

Justine began to shake her head, yanking on her ropes, trying to pull herself off her assailant. Liquid sloshed out of her pretty little mouth.

"Nice going," Oswald drawled, still yanking the girl down on his hard-on, making sure the shaft scraped agonizingly across her clit.

"It will make her explosion all the greater," Audrey laughed quietly, squeezing Justine's aching chest. "Watch." Suddenly she grabbed the teacher's nipples between thumbnail and fore-fingernail, and yanked all the way back.

Justine was an arc all the way across Oswald's lower body. Her scream was too high for humans to hear.

With her mind completely off the pressure in her cunt, it detonated like gunpowder. The lightning-like chest pain was swallowed up by a monstrous quake which filled her. She snapped back up, straddling Oswald, as if she had just been hit by a wall of freezing water. She was limp, disoriented, and dazed.

Then the aftershock hit. A flow of lava started creeping up her body. She started to undulate. She began to convulse, her vocal cords out of control.

Audrey hurriedly leaned back and rolled the toilet paper out as fast as she could. She grabbed a wad of it and shoved it over Justine's already tormented mouth, holding it there in a headlock. The nurse quickly flushed the toilet with a free hand before wrapping it around Justine's face as well.

Oswald sat up, his still stiff prick still inside the girl, and embraced her.

They held her like that, her lower arms coming out, still tied to the pipes, until her shakes subsided. The toilet paper was sopping with her drool and sweat.

Her two torturers leaned back, letting her hover in place, as nearly unconscious as she had been from the drug. Her eyelids drooped over her smokey, deep brown eyes. She couldn't even get up the strength to groan.

"Got to go," Audrey whispered, patting her on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute," Oswald grunted. "Fix it right. Like you said. Pack it in."

Audrey's eyes lit up and she nodded. She quickly tied a makeshift knot in the back of Justine's bra. Then she tugged the cups up halfway, so they crushed across the middle of her throbbing areolas. The nipples were trapped and twisted by the pressured lace.

Justine started to groan anew as Audrey stood. Oswald quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him. "There, there, dear Miss February." He shooed his sister away as he wrapped his arms around the suffering girl. Audrey quickly left, again opening the lav door just enough to slip out.

"Sorry I took so long," she told the Schwartzes. "No problem," said the mister.

"It wasn't that long," said the missus.

"Thank you for your consideration," said the bogus Miss Grayson. "Now where were we?"

Oswald kept his cock inside Justine as he carefully caressed her, pressing her crammed tits against her chest. "Now I've got good news and bad news," he whispered into her ear before sticking her tongue there. She tried to pull her head away, but he held it in place.

"The good news is that we're finished with this particular part of the pain and pleasure routine." He nibbled her earlobe and licked her neck. An earthshattering scream started to build in the back of Justine's throat. He felt her muscles tightening.

"The bad news," he said, sweeping out from under her and getting to his own knees, "is that was the pleasure part."

She made her snap to attention on her knees. Embracing, face to face, both kneeling (her on just her knees-- her ankles still affixed to her thighs-- her strapped arms and roped wrists holding her upright), he began to fuck the beautiful, fully clothed girl again.

Night. The Schwartzes were gone. The school was dark and empty except for three people. One had remained in the third-grade bathroom, the ropes groaning as he entire weight pulled on them. The hemp in her hair had been pulled off. Its little noose was lying on the tile, silky brown strands clenched in its knots.

Drool coursed out of her pried-open mouth unabated, as her head hung down. It made a puddle on the floor in front of her. Her shoes were still on, her stockings were still on, her skirt was bunched around her hips, her shirt was pulled open, and her tits bulged over the bra which still twisted her nipples.

The little gold chain around her neck shone in the dim light as it swung back and forth under her saliva covered chin.

She breathed raggedly in her stupor-- as if she were having a nightmare. The others went looking for some place suitable to put her. They found more toys in addition.

Justine was groggy when she felt herself being shaken again. Her awareness became sharper when she felt the ropes untied from the wall. Her head bobbed when she felt the rubber-wire untwisted from the back of her head. They had to manually pull open her mouth and pry the eraser from it. She tried to talk, tried to thank them, but all she could do was gasp and creak. Then Audrey threw a glass of cold water in her face. Justine gave a little shriek, then lolled back, the straps still around her legs and elbows.

"Thank god," she babbled wanly. "You can't do this. You've got to let me go. I can't take any more of this. You've got to ... !" But then Oswald was behind her, holding her arms, and Audrey was practically sitting on her lap, pressing the thick, drug-soaked cloth pad over the teacher's lower face with both hands.

Justine jerked against Oswald once, twice, three times-- crying into the cloth in rage and despair. The man had made her corne again with a judicious use of agony and ecstasy while Audrey had finished the parent conference.

He had kept thrusting his prick all the way inside her, but had used his hands to gently excite her tits and clit. The body had surged like an animal's, while the fingers had manipulated like an artist's.

They would lightly dance across her breasts, just missing the pinioned nipples, but hitting nerves she never knew she had. And while his cock slammed into her like a piledriver, his other fingers scratched, nipped, pressed, and massaged her clitoris, making her blind, deaf, and dumb.

She felt the vibrations building inside her as if she were being wired for electricity. Sweat dripped off her; drool coursed down her. She wasn't aware of the frenetic noises she made. She felt the orgasm start as a tremor inside her.

It shook all her muscles with growing intensity, then imploded.

By then she was leaning all the way back, holding most of his upper torso weight. She hardly felt it. Her body had become one big wound some time ago. She vibrated in her ropes like a ringing bell.

Oswald pushed his penis all the way home and crushed her to him until her quakes subsided. Only then did he pull down her bra and play absentmindedly with her tits while she hung semi-conscious, the back of her head drooping in the toilet.

The horrible memory flooded back into Justine as the drug did its work. She felt her brain neutralized. Audrey held the cloth over her lax face even after Oswald undid the elbow strap and yanked the cotton shirt off.

"Give it to me," Audrey instructed. Only then did she take the pad off Justine's face. With both hands, she tore off the sleeve and started balling it up. Oswald pulled out the first surprise, holding it up to Justine's lolling head.

"Tape," he said. They had found it in the art room. It was the sticky, shiny white kind. Then he pulled out the next surprise. "Rubber bands." They had taken a whole box from her desk drawer. Finally he whipped out the T-shirt.

"School spirit," he concluded. It was a small, gray shirt with the school's name and emblem.

"Perfect," Audrey smiled, before starting to stuff the balled white cotton shirt sleeve into Justine's numbed mouth. Fifteen minutes later, they came out of the classroom. In those fifteen minutes, Justine had regained full consciousness--

but in an ordeal of increasing regret. She wished her senses had stayed deadened as they had prepared her. The stronger she got, the worse her predicament became.

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