Week of Bullying: Friday

Part 5 of a 5-part story

"Open wide!" Megan yelled. She yanked your pants and underwear away from your body, peeking down at your naked dick and balls, and she dumped a massive load of Jell-O from her bowl into your crotch. You winced, your face twisting, cool, watery goo splashing against your junk. Then, grabbing you by your waist as if you weighed nothing, she pushed you against the wall. She pulled the back of your pants open and dumped the rest of the Jell-O into the seat of your tightie whities. Before you could react and process the wetness against your butt, she grabbed the waistband of your pants and wrenched them high over your head, stretching them with her brutal strength and fastening them over your nose. 

"OH! OHHH!" You gasped in shock, not just from the pain of your briefs slicing into your ass and squeezing your balls, but the cool, slippery Jell-O sliding up into your ass crack and across the sensitive surfaces of your junk. 

As soon as she released her grip, you collapsed to your knees, picking at the wedgie. You looked up at her through the fabric of your underpants wrapped over your head. Megan hadn't bothered you all day, and you thought she had forgotten about her threat from yesterday when you kicked her in the crotch. You still couldn't believe you did that. You could still remember the impact of your foot against Megan's pussy, and the pure hate in her face when she glared at you. As far as you knew, she still didn't know that it was you and Shauna that came up with the plan to humiliate her yesterday, which you still felt a little bad about. You never dreamed that her humiliation would become so... extreme. The image of the cheerleaders pinning Megan down and violating her with the banana was still burned into your mind. But, Megan seemed to be in better spirits today. She seemed to be pretending that yesterday didn't happen and was ignoring all of the snickering comments and taunts from the other classmates. The only noticeable difference was that Megan was wearing a long-pleated skirt instead of her usual jeans, and every time she sat down, she did so slowly and gingerly, wincing throughout. 

Megan stood over you, grinning victorious, and set the bowl on top of your head like a hat. Your vision dark, you heard Megan walk away. Was that it? A messy wedgie? You sat on the ground, feeling... disappointed? It was the end of the school day. You were going home. You wouldn't see Megan again till Monday, and this was her revenge?

The slicing pain in your ass and balls interrupted your thoughts. Bowl still on your head and tightie whities across your face, you staggered to your feet. You should probably take a quick shower, you thought. While the classes were over, the school was going to stay open for a few more hours because of a basketball game and a few clubs that met after school; you had more than enough time to get this Jell-O off.

***

Your underwear was difficult to pry from your cheeks, but not impossible. Thankfully, the Jell-O acted like a kind of lubricant. 

You left your clothes in the changing room in a hurried pile and walked into the showers. The cold water falling down your naked body in the stall, you shivered, and you could hear the shouting noises of the other students as they left the school in rushed groups. Globs of Jell-O ran off your dick and ass, plopping on the floor. Images of the past week flew through your mind, of Shauna watching you jerk off in the restroom while sitting in the bathroom toilet - your balls and ass submerged in the toilet water, of Megan forcing you to eat her ass - it's taste, of the stunned feeling of Megan crushing your balls - the texture of her reebok sneakers so deeply flattening your nutsack that it emptied through your dick and sprayed your secret contents for all to see. 

Your cock sprang to life in the shower. You quickly grabbed a towel to smother it, and then saw with terror that the towel was bright pink. 

Heart racing, you ran back into the changing room, drying yourself off along the way. This was the girls' showers. 

Megan stood over your pile of clothes. She picked up your Jell-O ruined tightie whities in her hand and grinned at them, then at you. 

"Well, we can't have you wearing these, can we?" she said. "I changed the signs again, by the way."

You pivoted on your heel, running back to the showers, but you immediately slipped and fell on your ass. Your damp buttcheeks smacked against the floor. Your legs fell open and your half-erect cock and balls dangled helplessly between your legs. Megan approaching, and you covered them with your hands with instinctual, conditioned fear. Megan pulled, something out of her back pocket and crouched down. They were a pair of panties, small, lacey, and baby blue. 

You scrambled on your side to crawl away, but Megan - in one expert movement - slipped the panties onto your ankles and up your body, lifting you as she pulled them up into your ass into a brutal slicing wedgie. 

"OuOGGHH!" You gasped. You could feel your eyes bug out. The front of the panties was not designed to hold your flopping cock and instead cupped your balls in a tiny, tightening pocket. 

Megan effortlessly lifted you off the ground. She carried you in front of her, holding you up with both hands, while you kicked and flailed and whimpered at the crushing pain, each movement sending electric torturous sparks through your testicles and up your buttcrack. 

Megan carried you out the doors and into the halls. The halls were empty. The lights were dim. The students had gone. She carried you, bouncing you in her grip while giggling at the cartoon yelps and shudders she forced you to make into a nearby classroom. 

Loud, explosive whoops and cheers greeted you. Your mouth dried up and your stomach flipped. Your knees grew weak and numb. This classroom was full, full of dozens of students, all girls, all recording your naked body wearing only panties, all cheering and grinning with sadistic glee. You searched the crowd for Shauna, but you couldn't see her.

Megan dropped you on your belly onto a table at the front of the class. She sat down on your back, crushing you, mounting you, while eager hands ran forward, spreading your legs apart, yanking the panties down your, body, and exposing your dangling balls and cock. Other hands grabbed your ankles and tied you to the table legs. 

"AWWWW!"

"They're bigger than I thought they'd be!"

"Oh, wait, they're shriveling!"

Megan’s soft asscheeks pressing you down, and you looked up at her with pleading eyes. 

"Megan- wai- MMPPHHH"

The panties you had just been wearing were shoved into your open mouth, gagging you, all while the other students grabbed your wrists and tied them to the corners of the desk, strapping you to it. 

Megan got off you back and leaned down next to you. 

"You like them? They're one of mine," she whispered. 

Your dick immediately became fully erect. 

"WHOOO!"

"HOLY SHIT, he's going to explode!"

Smiling smugly, Megan slinked around the table to your naked ass and balls. 

She patted your ass with one hand, and you shuddered and quivered. "All right, all right, form a line! We have for you today, the most delicious, spankable butt, the most dangling, helpless balls, the most pathetic, submissible dick-"

The other students clamored to form a line. Their shoes on the floor sounded like a chaotic stampede. 

Megan shouted over their noise. "Spanking's going to be five bucks! Ball kicking's going to be ten!"

"MMPPHHHTTSS!" you screamed in panic through the gag. You wriggled against your bonds, but that just made your balls, which were slowly shrinking with panic, smack against your thighs. 

Cynthia, a tall, red-haired girl with giant boobs was up first. You remembered her from your English class. The other boys had made a game out of shooting spitballs at her massibe cleavage when she wasn't paying attention. She was bouncing with excitement on her heels, and her boobs were barely contained in her tube top. She handed Megan a five and with no preparation swung her hand against your ass again and again. 

SMACCKK

SMAKKKK

SMACCCKK

"MMpphhhHHNN!" you squealed with pain, but your noises were drowned out by the deafening whoops and shouts of glee that accompanied each thunderous clap. Her hand flattened and stung and burned against your jiggling butt flesh. Your body squirmed in pain and terror and arousal. 

"Who's next?"

Clanking filled the air. You turned your head in slow terror. It was Tabitha. The goth girl from your math class. She was wearing a black top, black tights, and a knee-length black skirt decorated by skulls. She was barely five feet tall, but she looked even taller due to her platform leather boots. Steel capped, the boots were decorated with clanking studs and buckles. Tabitha, pale and shy, handed Megan a ten-dollar bill. 

"MMMPPHH! NNMMM!!!" you screamed and wailed and pleaded through the sticky dry cotton, and the girl's snickered. 

Tabitha, though, stepped out of her right boot. She pulled her ghostly white, tiny foot out of the boot, and hobbled toward you. 

WHAP!

The soft foot swung up and smacked your right testicle, bouncing your nutsack upward and skimming off the round surface of your right egg. You bit down on Megan's panties. Waves of shuddering, strength sapping pain spread up through your jostling balls and down your legs, stopping at your knees, which shuddered and wobbled. 

You panted into the gag. After the torture Megan had put you through, the light kick of the petite foot wasn't so bad; the pain was already passing. 

"c-Can I go again?" 

Your head whirled around so fast it felt like you pulled a muscle in your neck. 

Tabitha was putting her right boot back on and was sheepishly handing Megan another $10. Tabitha's eyes were staring at your balls with fascination, disappointment, and terrifying intensity. 

Megan grinned. "Go for it."

"MMNNGGgNN!-" you screamed in protest, but your shouts were cut off by a dull CLUNK that echoed throughout the room. 

Metal slammed against your testicles, dead center, hitting both and crushing them against your body with cold and unflinching ,crushing intensity. A small spurt of sperm was forced out of your crushed testicles, out your rockhard dick, and onto the floor. 

"MmPHR-MMPH-MPHHR" you could barely scream. Each time, it turned into a panting, gasping sob. Your testicles felt gigantic, burning orbs of aching pain that pulsed and screamed in agony between your trembling legs. 

"OHMYGOD!"

"She kicked the cum out of him!"

"Jesus Christ, his balls are swelling up!"

Some of the women were shocked, while other still grinned at your spasming form. Tabitha was among the grinning, a peaceful contented smile that would make anyone think that she hadn't so violently busted your balls in seconds ago. 

"wow, uh- Who's up next?"

Megan, temporarily enraptured by your body, kept the line moving. 

Mary, a chubby girl from your biology class, lay into your ass with meaty spanks, but not before humiliatingly groping and kneading your stinging cheeks.

SMACK

SMACKCK

SMACCKCK

Jenna, with her bright blue hair, brought her own paddle in the form of a clipboard, and swung it against your asscheeks, pushing you across the table, flattening your butt, violently shaking your aching, sore testicles. Megan had to stop her, she got lost in such a frenzy of sadistic, horny spanking. 

Holly, blond and dressed in a jean miniskirt, swung at your balls with a high kick that flashed her panties at you for just a moment before your eyes squeezed shut and you were yanked up by the impact, your body tugging against the bonds, and a scream in your throat from the sneaker ramming against your sack. 

Not wasting any time, Paige, the freckled girl from your history class, grabbed your still throbbing ballsack  in her hand, squeezing it, forcing the skin out between her fingertips, rubbing the senstive nuts against each other. Your dick bobbed, pathetic, aroused despite and because of your horrific pain as the women you saw every day made you their erotic punching bag. 

Alyssa, wearing bottle glasses, a frumpy sweater, and a long skirt walked up next. She worked at the school library and was usually very quiet. You hoped, you prayed that she would leave your poor nuts alone. 

Alyssa looked at your naked body and then at Megan.

"HOW MUCH TO FINGER RAPE HIM?"

The loud, blunt, and monotone proclamation made the room, which had been filled with chatting and laughing and giggling, fall silent. Your heart beat so fucking fast in your chest. Megan coughed, pale and clearly uncomfortable. 

"d-Do you mean a wet willie?"

Megan was talking about when she shoved her saliva coated finger up your ass on Wednesday. Your buttcheeks, sore and numb, clenched up at the memory. 

Alyssa nodded. Her head bobbed up and down like a bobble head. "WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT. HOW MUCH?"

"f-Fifty?" Megan asked. 

"FIFTEEN."

"Forty-five."

"TWENTY."

"Forty?"

"TWENTY-FIVE."

"MMmmmMMnnnGG!!" you screamed and squealed and squirmed as the two women haggled the rights to violate your poor rectum. 

"Thirty is the lowest I'll go."

"DEAL."

The two shook hands, and Alyssa immediately shoved an index finger up her mouth and started sucking. Panting into the panties, you tried to prepare yourself mentally for what was going to happen next, but your mind grasped at nothing, unable to figure out what the frame of mind that could possibly be. 

Alyssa grabbed your left buttcheek and pulled you open with your palm. Her finger, wet and sticky, slammed into you like a stake. 

"MMnnngggnnnn..." you whimpered and sobbed. Your eyes watered. Her slender finger felt massive as it filled and pushed open your walls. Her fingernail dug into the textured surface of your rectum. You looked at the sky, pleading. 

Instead of pulling her finger out, she rooted around, pushing it deeper, bending it, brutally stretching you. 

Megan leaned over you as Alyssa probed and explored your rectum for what felt like an eternity, but must have only been a couple of seconds. The rest of the women in the classroom watched and giggled awkwardly. 

"What are you looking for?" Megan asked, cautiously, but growing amused.

"HE'S SUPPOSED TO CUM, ISN'T HE? THEY HAVE A GSPOT UP THEIR BUTT."

Wherever Alyssa's fingers were, you only felt brutal pain. You dick was still a solid, raging boner, but Alyssa's awkward drilling wasn't pushing you over the edge. 

"Maybe she's not big enough!" someone in the crowd quipped. 

"I don't know, they say it's how you use it!" someone else laughed. 

Fuming, Alyssa yanked her finger out of your ass. You only had time to mutter a small "EEee" of squeaky pain before she grabbed your hips and rammed her knee right into your balls. 

"MMOOUGGHHH" you groaned and your eyes crossed. 

"That's going to be an extra ten!" Megan immediately shouted, protecting her profits. 

Kaitlyn stepped up. She was built like a linebacker. Stocky and square, she was wearing baggy men's clothes. They said she sold drugs after school, that she went to juvie dozens of times. You trembled, because of Alyssa's knee, and in terror at what her size ten sneaker would do to your balls. 

Kaitlyn leaned over to Megan and whispered something in her ear while handing her a large wad of cash. Megan's eyes lit up and she grew flushed, a big wide mouthed grin across her face. She grabbed the money and nodded. 

Your body quavered with each step, but Kaityln walked past your ass and around the table. Bending down, pushing the table slightly with her weight, she bent down and took your dick in your hands. Your eyes bugged out and you held your breath. 

"Oh My GOD!"

"Is - She going to-"

Kaitlyn took your dick in her hand and lead it into her mouth. She swallowed its length, wrapping in in her warm, wet lips. Her tongue greeted and bent across your rigid member, the soft but textured surface massaging and coating every square inch. 

"MmmMMmMMmmMMM" you hummed and moaned into your gag. Your throbbing cock in her mouth filled your body with airy arousal and at the same time churning shame filled your gut. You thought about Shauna. Why were you thinking about Shauna? You imagined it was Shauna's mouth below you, under the table, sucking and pleasuring your hot, blazing penis with her mouth and lips and tongue. Your trembling body grinded into the face below you, the not Shauna. You made the mistake of looking behind you at the crowd of grinning women staring with rapt attention and you came as your eyes met theirs; jizz sprayed out of your swollen head, your body spasmed, and euphoria filled your body and brain with warm electric bliss. You tried to jerk your body away, but Kaitlyn clamped down chugging each pumping spurting spray. The crowd whooped and cheered and squealed, and you looked away in sinking shame. 

Kaityln got up. Your dick fell out of her mouth, small, deflated, pathetic and dribbling spit and cum. 

Megan was positively vibrating and glowing. If she was wearing pants, you imagined that it would look like she pissed herself she was so wet.

"Okay everyone! Step right up, who's next!"

The conga line of humiliation continued, alternating punishment dealt out to either your balls or ass. Kicks and slaps and groping and squeezing, it all became a blur of pain and arousal. You were too exhausted to scream, only moan and whimper. It wasn't long before your stupid cock was swollen again, recharged and rigid once more under their sadistic hands and feet. 

The last student was busy smacking your numb swollen ass, making the cheeks clap against each other when the door opened. 

Everyone froze. 

It was Principal Gomez. 

"I thought I heard noise up here!"

She stood in the doorway, looking down at your naked, spanked, and busted form. Megan swallowed hard and the other women looked around for an escape. "MmmMMNGG!"

you moaned and pleaded. 

"Principal Gomez..." Megan said, but she didn't know where to go with her thought. 

Principal walked across the table. She knelt down and, with the very points of her fingertips, pulled your wounded, swollen, battered buttcheeks apart, looking at the full extent of your inflamed asshole, red-purple busted balls, and rigid, erect, but sobbery penis. 

"Very interesting, so you're running a sort of carnival sideshow meets forced prostitution set up here?"

Megan's face slowly fell at Principal Gomez's blunt description. She nodded. 

"Hm." Principal Gomez said. She crouched down and held your balls in her hand like she was tenderly picking an apple. 

She turned to Megan. 

"How much to break these balls?" she said with a childish grin and her voice cracking giggle. 

"MMpPHHNNN!!!" you yelped and wriggled in panic in her grasp. Her hand with its pointed stick-on nails tightened, subtly, commandingly. 

"Ten dollars, but for you, we can drop it down to five!" Megan said with a grin, giving the Principal finger guns. 

Principal Gomez turned her whole body toward you like a hungry, crouching bird of prey. Her boobs shook in her push up bra and button-down top. With surprising flexibility, she lifted her leg up and brought the narrow heel of her pumps down on your back, pinning down your wriggling body; the talon point of her heel dug into your naked skin. 

Her hand began to tighten. The tendons were steel rods and the pressure and pain in your balls was growing more and more intense, aching, crushing, helpless pain. But still she kept squeezing; electricity shot up your spine and into your brain as you felt your balls change shape in her hand, the tight ovals slowly yielding to her hell grip. The rest of the women in the class gathered close, watching the master at work on your poor testicles. 

You couldn't even scream, your mouth was dry, and your body could barely spasm under her curvy, dominating leg. She tightened even more, and you felt the bizarre sensation now familiar to you, the sinking, panging, humiliating, despair of your balls squashed flat and their contents forced out of them. You bucked one last time in futile desperation, just as you heard a 

SSPPPRRTTTTCCH

Your balls were shrunk and flattened in her grip, the sperm pumped through the sheer force of her grip strength out your balls, through your pipeworks, and out your fully erect cock. Your precious secret magic juice splattered against the floor, blasting out of your cockhead like a faucet. You sniffled and shuddered; your vision grew dark. You heard the gasps of awe and wonder and arousal from the dozens of women behind you marveling at Principal Gomez's ball crushing strength.

***

Your eyes opened. 

Your face was flat against the table. Your arms and legs were still bound. Your balls were numb, in shock, stinging, empty, swollen, and dangling between your naked legs. 

You looked up. Megan was sitting there, scrolling through her phone. She noticed you and put it back in her purse. 

"Finally. Jesus, I was getting bored."

You looked behind you. The classroom was empty. Megan stood up and began pacing around the room. She pulled her panties out of your mouth, and you coughed and stretched your jaw. 

"Owwww...." you whined. 

"I know you stole my pants in the bathroom. Well, you and Shauna."

Fear spread through your entire nervous system. You craned your neck back to get a good look at Megan, but she was moving back and forth like a tiger, stalking you, always out of your gaze. Her shoes were on the floor.

"Sorry...."

"Sorry's not going to fucking cut it, you bitch! I'm still shitting out banana thanks to you!" Guilt spread through your body. Despite the state of your balls and ass, you still felt bad.

"I'm really sorry, I'm-"

You turned and caught her eye. Megan's skirt fell to the ground. She was standing behind you, bottomless. Long muscular legs flexed, bare feet on the floor, her pussy was a terrible red-purple mess, inflamed and swollen, but still dripping wet. Her juices ran down her leg in a long drip.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a shape, a phallic contraction of dildo and plastic belts: strap-on and harness. 

"m-Megan!" you shrieked, and your voice cracked and rose up a half dozen octaves. You looked away from the bulging eight-inch plastic member and shivered, clenching up your sore ass like your life depended on it. 

"I told you that your ass was mine..." Megan taunted.

Sloppy sounds reached your ear as Megan coated the strap-on with lube. She set it on the ground and the metal in the harness clinked on the floor. 

You closed your eyes...but the "owOwowOwOwow" of sniffling whimpering yelps filled the air. 

You turned, and saw that Megan had the harness around her hips, but was struggling to insert the shorter, internal end of the plastic member into herself. Her face was bright red, her eyes were bulging, and her face was contorting with the violating pain she was inflicting on her own sore pussy. 

She clearly did not think this through.

She noticed you watched. "d-Don't look at me!"

You whipped your head away, feeling guilty and sad.

"owwwwOwowOwwww...."

The yelping stopped, you turned around to see Megan hobbling toward you, wide legged, clearing in horrific pain at having inserted the dildo into herself. She walked on her tip toes like she was made of glass. She looked... pathetic and silly and that made you sad, somehow. 

Fear returned when she gripped your hips. 

She glared down at you. "And don't worry, your fat little girlfriend's going to get this same treatment later, in both holes."

Protective rage filled your heart in the instant that she threatened Shauna, surprising you on some level with the sudden and intenseness of the feelings, but the emotions felt right and pure. You bucked your butt and yanked at your bonds with newfound strength.

She thrust forward with her hips and because of your movements.... missed, completely, jabbing you in the middle of your right buttcheek with the dildo. 

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssss," teeth grit together, a long, pained hiss escaped Megan's spasming face. Pain shot through her wounded crotch from the dildo. The tender, bruised folds and openings of her pussy screamed in pain while Megan leaned against your ass for support. Her hands were shaking violently. 

"Ohhh GOdddd...." she gasped, almost sobbed. 

You looked up at her you wanted to say something, but then. 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" 

Shauna stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, defiant, heroic.

Megan sneered though her eyes were watery. "What does it look I'm doing? I'm about to buttfuck you boyfr-AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!"

Shauna ran behind Megan and spanked her across the ass, forcing the dildo to poke again into your right buttcheek and send horrific spasming vibrations of pain up into her pussy. Megan screamed and her asscheeks clapped together, rippling. 

Shauna's hand moved with decisive, blows, each one bending and forcing the dildo to jab and yank at Megan's poor pussy. 

SMACK

SMACKK

SMACCKKK

"OUUUUUUUUUUUGHHAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

Megan wailed like she was being murdered and let go of your ass, pulling herself away, doubling over in pain, while sniffling and shaking and openly weeping. You winced in sympathy.

"FINE! Fine! JUST FUCKING STAHP!" she begged. 

"And take that thing off!" Shauna shouted, pointing at the strap-on. 

"OKAY! OKAY!" 

Megan yanked the strap-on off, tossed it to the floor, and ran away, out of the room, picking up her clothes in a bundle, but not bothering to put them on. You watched her shaking, jiggling ass while she ran away, both cheeks decorated with Shauna's handprints.

"Oh jeez, are you okay?"

Shauna looked at you, your naked, humiliated body. You felt embarrassed, blushing. Her eyes lingered on every detail of your ass and genitals with sympathy, but she bit her lip at the same time. Your cock grew and swelled. 

You turned away and pressed your face against the table. 

"I think I'll be fine. Just get me out of here, okay? Shauna?"

You turned. Shauna had discarded her pants and panties. Her round, squishy, chocolate ass mooned you. 

She doubled over, briefly flashing you her slick pussy between her legs, Shauna's pussy, and stepped into the strap-on Megan had left on the floor, confidently fastening it up and into herself. 

You swallowed hard. 

"Shauna...." your voice trailed off. You didn't know what to feel. Your soul was a swirling mass of panic and arousal and excitement and, and need?

Shauna turned. She was glowing, eyes blazing with horny energy. She shifted her hips.

"I'm sooo sorry. I'm going to feel so bad about this later, I know I am, but I just can't not...." Shauna stared, transfixed by your naked body.

She smiled suddenly. "I know! I'll let you do me in the butt later! That way it's fair!"

Your mind suddenly went blank, visions of drilling your cock between Shauna's chubby buttcheeks filled your brain, her moaning in pleasure beneath you, calling your name, hugging and pulling her close after. Your heart swelled with endorphins at just the thought, and you felt your mouth open into a slack, stupid smile. A little bit of drool dripped down your lip, which Shauna took care of by shoving her green granny panties into your mouth. The panties were so large most of them dangled out of your mouth, and you could taste her pussy through the wetness of the cotton. 

Shauna, hands warm and giddy on your hips, placed the giant plastic cock against your asshole. 

"MPPHHNNHH MMHH!" you screamed, but it was too late. 

Shauna drove the entire length into your ass, pulling your walls apart, filling them, driving through. You screamed and moaned, pain and violation and fear filled your brain, but they were immediately replaced with glowing arousal; Shauna, through luck or intuition, immediately found the weak point hidden up your butt. 

"MMM-MMMM!" you moaned and your eyes rolled back. Shauna felt you, felt your elation through the plastic connecting your bodies. She angled the strap-on up, drilling into your prostrate, massaging it with virtuoso skill, gently but roughly, coaxing you to climax with her pumping hips and clapping asscheekes. 

"MMHHH-MMHHHH!" your numb and busted balls sprang to life, pain aching through them, but reading themselves to spray your load. Your cock was stone, so rigid it barely moved while Shauna humped and fucked you. 

Shauna pushed you forward on the table and mounted you with her entire body. The strap-on tugged uncomfortably at the walls of your ass for a second as she lifted herself and repositioned, and you winced at the brutal tugging. She smothered you with her warm weight, her sweet breath against your neck, her breasts and belly squished against your back. Her ass stuck up in the air, still moving with rythmic smacking pumps even in her awkward position. She brought her short, stubby legs up onto the table and pinned your body with them, squishing you between your thighs. 

You sighed and moaned through her panties at your closeness, at the blazing body heat and sweat of your joining. Shauna struggled for a second and then yanked her bra off without taking off her top. She rubbed her boobs against your back, and the raised, erect surfaces of her nipples danced across your skin through the soft fabric of her sweater. She flattened herself against you, panting.

"AAh-AHHH!" she gripped your back with her entire body as she came, shaking with horny power, squishing her face against you, grabbing your shoulders with her hands, grabbing your hips with her legs, but she kept fucking you, drilling into you, your rectum walls parting and then coming together from the in and out movement of the strap-on pistoning your sore ass. You moaned and yelped through the pussy-soaked panties with each movement. Precum dripped off your cock and you desperately needed to touch it, touch it's sensitive surface, but Shauna wasn't letting you go.

"I love you!" Shauna gasped. Tears of joy fell from her face onto the nape of your neck. "I love you so much!"

You tried to answer Shauna, but you could only shriek in pain with each thrust grew faster and more intense and violent, each impact making your voice rise higher and smaller in your throat. Instead, you answered her with your dick. Spasming and shaking, burning pleasure electricity racing from your abused hole to your pained, swollen, battered balls and your rigid penis. You sprayed sputtering cum like a faucet, emptying your balls of their last traces, painting the floor.

"Mmmmm~" Shauna purred. She felt you lose all control, your dick waving widely as it dangled and spurted beneath your conjoined bodies. You felt the deep warm hum of her purring radiate through her diaphragm and against your back. Her hips kept pounding and humping and twerking, asscheeks clapping furiously, the plastic dick mercilessly drilling into you with impossible hard bluntness. Euphoria and pain and joy and humiliation and love spread through your body. You were exhausted, empty, spent, but Shauna wasn't going to be stopping any time soon...

***

In the shower rooms, Megan stood naked under the pouring water. Her long blond hair hung down her back. She angled her body awkwardly, trying to keep the warm water from hitting her bruised pussy directly. She sighed. The pain was passing, thankfully.

Maybe she should stop bullying that nerd, she thought. Or take a break. There were other fish in the sea, other boys to wedgie in the school. 

Raucous cheering noises echoed from the halls. Megan tilted her head. It sounded like the basketball team. The basketball team that Megan had pranked earlier in the week by stealing their jockstraps, which resulted in them getting pantsed and their nudity publicly televised. 

She smiled smugly to herself. 

The basketball team must have had a game this evening. She didn't realize it had gotten so late. 

She turned back to the shower, but the noises grew louder and louder. Eyes twitching with horror, Megan looked around the shower room. There were towels littered around shower room in messy clumps - blue towels.

Megan clutched at her crotch and boobs, covering them with her arms. She forgot to change the signs back on the shower rooms!

Head spinning around, wet hair slapping against her face, Megan looked around the shower room for an escape. At the top of the ceiling were narrow windows, nine feet up, too high to reach, but Megan jumped at them in desperation. Her foot slipped on the wet tile and she fell with a smack ass-first onto the floor. Grabbing at her sore butt, Megan stood slowly. 

"Well, well, well, well..." Christopher and the rest of the basketball team were standing behind. They were wearing their uniforms, but each of them had a towel draped around their shoulders. 

Covering herself with her arms and shivering in fear, Megan retreated to under the running showerhead like it would protect her. 

"Looks like a little prankster is ready for some punishment!" Christopher cracked his towel like a whip with the practiced, thunderous power that only a high school jock is able to summon.

"EEEE!" Megan jumped and yelped in fear at the sound, her butt and boobs and thighs jiggled and shook as she desperately tried to cover herself. 

***

"YOWWWWW!!!!"

"OWWWW!!!!"

"OUUUUUUU!!!!"

"OWWWAAIIIEE!!"

Megan's desperate howls of pain drifted through the empty halls, each scream accompanied with a brutal, wet, whipping crack as the basketball team used their towels to mercilessly spank and whip her naked ass, which grew redder and fatter and thicker with each lashing blow.