The Ultimate Teacher, part 2

You should read part 1 first. Warning: There is extreme S&M and nonconsensual sex in this one, with the former in part 1 and the latter in part 2.

After a hurried discussion in the locker room, and a quick check that all of the girls — and more importantly, the crazy teacher — had indeed gone outside, the boys of class 1-F crept back upstairs. Opening the door quietly, a couple of them peeked inside to check that the room was exactly as it had been left. The room was a little dim, what with the lights off and an overcast day, but there was still plenty of light with which to see. Nothing was out of place, and the room was quiet, the five girls at the front apparently having stopped crying and choosing to remain silent.

After a hurried discussion, a protesting Hikaru Gosunkugi was pushed into the classroom. Even with a promised reward, the terror of being recognized by any of these girls before he could complete his task nearly made him wet his pants. Making sure to keep his face averted from the five, he slipped quietly up near the front of the room, and looked into the last box their new teacher had opened.

Finding what he sought, Hikaru lifted out five pieces of leather. Moving up behind Shampoo, he quickly placed the blindfold over her eyes, and continued to keep his face averted while buckling it in place behind her head. As expected, Shampoo cried out at this fresh indignity, and Hikaru prayed that the others would not recognize him when they looked over to discover the cause of this sound.

Moving as rapidly as possible, Hikaru had soon blindfolded all five of the girls. He then motioned to the boys at the door. All of the other boys from the class entered the room, the last one in closing the door again behind himself. None of them spoke, hoping that in the absence of voice recognition the girls would lack absolute certainty regarding their identities.

As per his promised reward, Hikaru moved around to Akane's front. He released the clamps from her abused nipples, drawing grunts of fresh pain from the teenage girl. He took a few moments to fondle and squeeze her beautiful tits, nearly swooning at the pleasure he felt doing so, and completely ignoring her attempts to protest. Hikaru then slipped a finger between Akane's legs, stroking her cleft, and causing it in short order to moisten against her will.

Undoing and dropping his pants, Hikaru slipped his surprisingly large cock between Akane's legs. Pausing for just a moment to fight the urge to pass out, he took hold of his manhood and aimed it upward. With a push he lodged the head between her cunt lips, resulting in a muffled squeal. Pressing onward, he sank his iron hard rod inch by slow inch into her depths. At long last he embedded his length fully within his helpless classmate, then gradually withdrew all but the tip. Panting with ecstasy, he proceeded to vigorously fuck his long time crush.

Beside them, Hiroshi was treating his pal Ranma in a similar fashion. He too had removed the clamps from her nipples, allowing him to maul the redhead's sizable tits. His prick pressed just as eagerly into Ranma's innards, sliding in and out easily as the boy-turned-girl quickly became heavily lubricated. Before long he was pounding himself into her wet snatch at a high tempo.

On the other side of Akane, Daisuke had forced his ramrod into Ukyo's puss without any gentleness whatsoever. It wasn't until he was beating his dick in and out of her at a steady rhythm that he finally reached up to unclamp her tortured boobs. At which point he sucked her nipples into his mouth one after the other, bringing the chef fresh pain as he closed his teeth upon them.

Two other boys likewise stepped up and subjected Shampoo and Kodachi to their own rapes. The Amazon tried to curse and make promises about what she would do to the one who had dared rob her of her virginity, but the gag defeated her efforts. Kodachi on the other hand was utterly subdued by this time, and simply endured the fresh degradation.

The other ten boys from the class lined up in pairs behind the first five, awaiting their own turns to fuck the chained pieces of ass. They didn't have long to wait. Hikaru cried out first, filling Akane's cunt with his virile seed. Even as he disengaged and the boy behind him moved up to take his place, others were tensing up and injecting their own loads of cum into the various girls.

As each boy finished, he moved back to the end of one of the lines. Daisuke shifted over to take a turn at Ranma. Hiroshi badly wanted to fuck Akane, and wasn't happy that three others would come inside of her before he got his chance to fill her up. Hikaru, not feeling too picky about which of the other four he sampled, stepped in line in front of Shampoo. As every other boy dumped his first load into one of the five juicy twats available, he too moved over and joined one of the lines for a second go round.

Most of the boys were drained after their second time, but six of the fifteen were up for a third helping. Hikaru won a game of rock, paper, scissors with another boy, and got into the line behind Ranma. Hiroshi picked the shortest line remaining, and prepared to introduce Ukyo's no longer virgin cunt to his still hard cock. Daisuke on the other hand wasn't able to get it up again, and was sent out of the room to keep an eye on the softball game from a window overlooking the field.

The boys finished up with Kodachi and Ukyo. Kodachi hung there, broken in spirit, no longer able to imagine herself as superior to others, or indeed as anything better than a tramp. She saw no point in continuing to resist the advances of her male schoolmates in future, and would simply surrender to all of their base desires. Unlike her, Ukyo was not broken but did feel thoroughly degraded. Defensively, she retreated into her self identification as a male. She resolved to hunt down the bastards responsible and take vengeance, but discarded her femininity as a useless trait which made her vulnerable.

The last boy humping Shampoo shot inside of her and withdrew himself, nearly collapsing in pleasure. As the Chinese girl stood there, threads of viscous goo slowly dripping from her opening, her rage was towering. Yet the fury was overlain by fear. For what she had done, the Japanese teacher would have to die, yet at the same time the loco woman frightened Shampoo as no other female ever had. As for the males who had ... used her body for their pleasure ... she planned to hunt them down and make them regret their actions in terrifying ways. Assuming she could find out who they were. And praying that she could keep her fellow Joketsuzoku from ever learning of this, given how her status would suffer as a result. Which might turn out to be very difficult, since the sums she had done while trying to ignore the pleasure inflicted on her body confirmed that she was at her most fertile today.

Firmly suppressing panic, Shampoo seriously considered whether she should finally allow Mousse access to her body tonight. That way she could blame any pregnancy on him. Ranma would be a vastly better choice of course, but despite her persistent pursuit the Amazon was under no illusion that she could talk Ranma into sex with her immediately. Particularly considering Ranma's own experiences today. So Mousse was really the only other reasonable choice, and while a relationship with him would do her no favors status-wise, it would be far better than the truth, given Joketsuzoku prejudices about failure and weakness.

Ranma and Akane were both still being fucked, thick pricks sawing in and out between their dripping labia. They had both been counting off probable numbers of boys in their heads, and through a failure to take into account the possibility of multiple screws, had overcounted and come to the conclusion that these either weren't the boys from their class or at least were not just those boys. The more likely conclusion to which they both arrived was that these were the members of the old hentai horde which used to battle Akane every morning.

Aside from their decision to put every one of those boys in the hospital as soon as they had any sort of confirmation, the next thought for each of them was the devastating effect this would have on the other. Which surprisingly helped both of them to cope. Ranma was thinking that Akane was most definitely a girl despite being the tomboy she often called her, and rape was the most terrible thing any girl could suffer, especially if she were a virgin. So she resolved to help Akane deal with this by dropping her normal assholery and start giving her fiancée her solid support.

Akane on the other hand was certain Ranma must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, suffering such a violation when he was so adamant about thinking of himself as a boy regardless of outward gender. She was certain that her pigtailed fiancé would suffer many tears and nightmares in the dark of the night, and wondered to what degree she would dare to offer him comfort. In particular, might it not help them both to offer their bodies to each other? So that Ranma could wipe away the shame by having sex as a male, while Akane herself derived what peace she could by experiencing with her fiancé what it truly meant to make love?

The boy thrusting into Ranma's snatch stiffened and came, giving her another big dose of cream. Beside them, Akane felt the hard cock currently filling her begin to pump both harder and faster. Much to Akane's mortification she climaxed on his dick, just before he forced himself all the way within her and shot several blasts of cum deep into her cunt, adding a few hundred million more sperm to those swimming their way up inside her womb.

As the last boy took his place in front of Akane, for the final rape of the day, Daisuke slipped back into the classroom and waved frantically. The boy cursed viciously but quietly, still not wanting to risk identifying himself, and pulled his pants back up. Clamps were reattached to all of the girls' nipples, much to their dismay and moans of pain.

The boys then pulled out their cell phones. By common agreement there had been no photographs during the recent activity, for fear of accidentally capturing someone's face. They now took as many photos as they could, as quickly as possible, paying particular attention to getting closeups of clamped tits, welted asses, and well-fucked pussies. By the time these pictures were shared with everyone in the school, no one would be able to say who had taken and distributed them originally.

Just for the hell of it, several boys scooped up jism which was running down thighs and dripping to the floor, then smeared it on the girls' faces. They paid special attention to getting it on their lips, though mindful of time running out they made no attempt to remove the gags to get it inside their mouths. With a few last camera flashes, the boys took off, leaving the blindfolds in place.

The boys ran pell mell down to the locker room, where they stripped in a matter of seconds and threw on gym uniforms. As each one finished, he ran out into the gym and joined the others in tossing around a basketball. The last couple didn't make it in time, and hid just outside the door as Hinako entered the gymnasium and told the boys that time was up and they needed to get dressed and head back to class. Which they dutifully did.

As the teacher and students reentered the classroom, most of the girls noticed that the five at the front had additional straps around their heads, which a few taking seats at the far side could see were blindfolds. Only a couple of the girls noticed the streaks along the captives' thighs and guessed that something terrible might have happened. Hinako, however, took no apparent notice of either of these facts. And none of the girls were quite brave enough to speak up and point them out.

Hinako did move along the line and finally removed the clamps from their much too tender bosoms. Unfortunately, she did not choose yet to release them. Instead she proceeded with the next class, leaving them up there with their bottoms on display. Finally, when lunchtime came, she first removed the blindfolds and gags, then released the manacles one at a time. The boys all averted their eyes, trying to hide their guilt.

Shampoo glared at the teacher the moment she was free, not bothering immediately to cover herself. Seeing that the teacher ignored her glare, and not daring to attack without careful planning and thus risk an immediate repeat of her torture, Shampoo pulled out her clothing and put it on. While doing so she looked around for any evidence of rapists. Seeing nothing certain, Shampoo stormed toward the wall and raised her mace, but thought better of it and instead marched out through the door.

Kodachi was freed next. She didn't even bother to dress. She merely picked up her clothing, held it to her chest, and slunk out the door as meekly as possible. Her delusional mind wondered whether anyone in the class, male or female, would blackmail her over today's events, and considered whether she should preemptively offer herself to them to avoid such consequences.

When Ranma was released it was only by the merest hair that she refrained from attacking Hinako. This was primarily due to her concern for Akane's state of mind, and to a lesser degree Ukyo's, as well as the irrational fear that if she were drained and punished again the punishment might be extended to the other two as well. So she only picked up both her and Akane's clothing, and hissed at all of the boys to “turn the fuck around.” Which they very promptly did.

When Akane came free, she embraced Ranma tightly before doing anything else. Then she took the clothes her red-haired fiancé handed her and dressed. While she was doing that, Ranma thought things over, then picked up a piece of paper, wrote on it, and handed it to a boy. The paper said, “You won't tell a soul. If you were involved, you're dead. My promise on it. Pass this around.”

Ranma then picked up Ukyo's clothing, and handed it to her as soon as the last manacle came off the chef. Akane and Ranma both stood there beside her as she dressed, while Hinako put her “toys” away. When Ukyo finished dressing, Ranma whispered, “Let's get out of here.” The other two nodded, and they left the room together, a little surprised that the teacher made no attempt to stop them.

As they walked down the hall, Ukyo asked, “You think it was the bastards back there who ... did it?”

Akane and Ranma both shrugged. Ranma said, “Maybe. Maybe not. But we'll find out. More important is that bitch. She's got to go. That's just become a thousand times more important than getting rid of the crazy principal. But leave me to deal with her alone. No reason either of you risking ... something similar happening.”

“Fuck that,” Akane told him off with uncharacteristic crudeness. Ukyo nodded in agreement. “We want a piece of that bitch too. And we're going to get it.”

Ranma sighed, but nodded to show that she understood. The three continued down the hall and out of the school.

And meanwhile inside that school, a multitude of photographs were being passed around electronically. Together with anonymous descriptions of what it had been like to be inside the pussies of Akane, and Ranma, and Ukyo, and the other two less well known girls. They wrote of how many orgasms had been positively observed for each one — specifically, two apiece for Ranma and Akane, just one for each of Ukyo and Shampoo, and a whopping four for Kodachi. There was speculation over whether any of the five would turn up pregnant, and what effect in particular that might have in Ranma's case.

And for a time, though perhaps only a short time, the boys of class 1-F were elated with their conquest.