Nude Sex Teacher in School Ch. 01

Without warning, one of the girls reached into my moist hole and began to scoop out the cum with her index finger. The others admired intently, as she pulled out a white, slimy globule.

"Whoa, is that what sperm looks like? I thought it was seethrough or something," one of them asked, his expression rapt as he straightened his glasses with trembling hands.

"It probably got a bit mixed up with her internal fluids," another student offered, his gaze still fixed on the girl extracting more cum out of me.

I could feel such intense shame and embarrassment in being exposed in such a despicably intimate fashion to these young minds. But each wave of mortification was like a wave of water relentlessly pounding on a rock, slowly eroding away the strength and depth. Turing me quickly into another person completely disconnected from the person I used to be; filled with difficulty judging what was ethical, moral and enjoying the depravity.

And as they used me for their scientific exploits, realizing my stay partakes a non-negotiating future towards further perversion.

No longer asking how I got here but accepting where it all went wrong.

As the students continued their examination, I could feel the intense shame and humiliation wash over me. I was nothing but a mere object for their scrutiny, to be prodded and poked, and dissected like an animal in a laboratory.

One of the girls approached me with her slimy finger, coated in the white gooey substance that had just been scooped out of the deepest depths of my privates.

"Open your mouth, whore," she sneered.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I did as I was told and slowly opened my mouth to receive the finger that was undeservingly cut deep into me. I tasted the salty fishy remnants of my own body terrorizing every cell and fiber of my being, weakening any reserve this teetering rag offered.

"Clean it," she demanded, rubbing her finger all around my lips and mouth, making sure every spot of it was coated with the sticky substance. "Suck it dry."

I felt a sense of disgust and repulsion grip me as I lowered my head to lick the fluid off of the finger. I could almost feel the sly grin spreading across her face as she enjoyed the expressions of disgust that contorted her face. Her mutters achieved more denseness as things progressed.

I wanted to recoil in disgust but the attention from her made my fear of not being enough push me ever gripped downwards. I pursed my lips tightly around her finger, tasting the creamy fluid and feeling sickened by it. Her hand, once firm on my head switched tones, revealing a guidance towards submission.

"Be a good little slut and get every last drop. Clean it off thoroughly," she commanded, pushing her finger further back inside of me defensively.

I felt a shiver travel down my spine as her finger probed even deeper inside me while using me all over. My once prudish self would have balked at such grossness, yet I could feel my own mind succumbing to being thoroughly defiled and tormented.

Forced beneath a world which forbid me anything, they voiced out all the sounds that come with being thoroughly nothing. And I was just an object here -- their subject of interest to which my humiliation could act as toy fuel.

As I continued to suck on the girl's finger, trying my best to rid it completely of any leftovers and remnants of cum, the other students carried on with their gawking and exploration.

I could feel the speculum inside of me still, gaping and wide open, leaving nothing to imagination while the students stared intently between my inner thighs.

"Hey, guys, why don't we focus on her ass now?" One of the boys said, shifting his attention to my backside. "I've always been curious about that part too."

The other students murmured in agreement, and within seconds, I could feel a couple of pairs of hands grab onto my buttocks, pulling them apart to give them a better view.

"Wow, her asshole is so pink and tight," one of them said, leaning in closer to get a better look while the other continues to fondle my buttocks.

"Can we go in there too? Maybe try putting a finger or something?" another one asked, visibly excited at the prospect.

Without any hesitation, he plunged his finger in deep, pushing all the way until his knuckles were touching my when the other offers all kinds of moral support. None of them really can gauge what they were doing was violating someone. They were just enjoying a subject for entertainment as typical students in puberty who are excited to play with the opposite sex.

I felt violated and reduced to nothing as they continued to use me as their helpless toy. The situation made me question what kind of sick world do we live in where someone's dignity and humanity can be so easily stripped away - making me question where my worth sat irreversibly.

Feeling utterly violated and hopeless, I couldn't imagine things getting any worse. Yet, as the students continued to explore my most intimate areas, their hands wandering all over me, there was nothing I could do to stop them.

I was at their mercy as they continued to fawn over my naked body, inspecting every nook and cranny with the kind of clinical detachment that left me feeling horribly objectified. Darkness loomed over my mind and thoughts as I accepted where my life had landed into which nothing now could free me.

Suddenly, the students shifted their focus once again, and I heard one of them say, "Why don't we make her kneel doggy-style and see how pink her asshole looks from behind?"

Without waiting for a reply, they grabbed me forcefully by the arms and legs, pulling me over and twisting me around so that my back was facing them.

My knees trembled beneath me as they guided me down to the floor, making me kneel in a doggy style position as once everything felt distant yet now there was no escape.

"Wow, it's so wide open!" a student exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he leaned in closer to get a better look at my gaping hole.

"Can I touch it?" another student asked, eagerly awaiting permission.

"Go ahead," I heard one of them say. "Do whatever you want to her - she's here for our amusement."

With that permission given, the students began to take full advantage of me, groping and stroking my ass cheeks while coaxing my anus apart. Nothing could replace the emptiness of being so defiled.

I wanted to scream, to cry out in horror and disgust, but all I could do was let the tears flow silently down my cheeks as they passed me from one student to another, sharing me as if I were nothing more than a mere toy. It was a life that swayed heavily on the edge of newly extensive sins and altered morality.

The students continued to marvel at my body, using me as their canvas.

One of them pulled out a magnifying glass and brought it close to my anus. The others leaned in closer, their faces full of curiosity and amusement as they observed every detail.

"It's incredible how different it looks from up close," one of them said, staring intently at the brown opening that they were just exploring. "Look at how the muscles contract. It's like it's alive."

Another student reached in with gloved hands, gently feeling around the exterior of the tender flesh while I still tried to come to terms with what my life has become. They conducted a science experiment upon me, one that actively involved my defiled body, one that couldn't be stopped when it started.

"This is so cool," he continued. "Can we see how far we can stretch it?"

Without waiting for an answer, he slowly began to insert two fingers inside me, stretching me open wider and wider until I felt like I was about to tear apart - pieces and fragments floating through a dimension seems pointless.

"It's so elastic," he said, grinning from ear to ear as he continued to explore my body in the name of education.

The other students murmured in agreement as they continued to pick apart every inch of my being, their fingers delving deeper as they sought out new ways to dissect me biologically.

Feeling helpless and alone, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this situation - how things could have taken such a drastic turn that this type of life even existed.

But as they reached even deeper inside me, all of those thoughts faded into the distant recesses of my mind - replaced by a single overriding question: how much worse could things possibly get?

As I sat there on all fours, trembling at the touch of the students who were relentlessly exploring my body, one of them grabbed an anal speculum and brought it closer to my tightly contracted anus.

There were only two words that fit what they were doing to me, disturbingly vulgar.

He inserted the cold, metallic tool inside me, pushing it deeper and deeper until it had fully stretched me open. I gasped in pain and surprise, my body shuddering from the shock of having something so foreign and intrusive inside me, enlarging my sensitive interal organs.

The students leaned in closer curiously, some pointing and laughing among themselves. "Wow, it's like looking into the abyss!" one of them exclaimed in delight.

Another student reached in with bare hands, grasping the rings of the speculum and pulling it apart even further. I couldn't help but whimper as I felt the coldness pass through my veins colder than snow, while their curious laughter engulfed me all around. I was the experiment that was well beyond my control or comprehension.

The other students eagerly inspected my insides using their phones as a tool, switching on their camera LED flashlights to peak into my anal tunnel, as if looking through a telescope - devoid of any remorse or guilt. They tittered among themselves like nothing there might've been inhumane or morally despicable about what they were doing to a woman.

As they continued to explore and push new limits, I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the inhumane and immoral cesspool that had become my life - a life that had been reduced to nothing more than a mere plaything for the sick satisfaction of others. It was enlightening to know that something so shameful and wrong exists in our world - for no human should have to endure such property of others ever again.

The speculum was made of cold stainless steel, the metal material making it shiny and reflective. With the tool inside me, my anus was no longer flush against my body but instead was stretched open like a gaping hole in a vast expanse.

The students leaned in closer to get a better look at the pink flesh of my anus. They marveled at how far apart the speculum stretched me, giving them an unhindered and almost surgical view of my insides.

I could feel their stares, feel the curious intensity in their gaze as they examined every aspect of my being while being overwhelmingly powerless to do anything about it.

The students were fascinated by the way the tool widened my body, creating this view that had never been seen before. It gave them an unmatched and incredibly detailed view of my inner workings as if I was no more than just an artificially created object.

"It's like looking into a whole other world," one student remarked.

Another reached out a finger, testing the elasticity of the flesh surrounding the tool. "It's so rubbery," he said, giggling at the absurdity of his actions and what was being done to me.

The other students chimed in too, pointing and laughing with delight. Others scrambled to get a closer view of the scene, snapping pictures and recording videos using their phones and cameras, as if capturing a precious moment in the time of their life.

It was clear now to all of us that humiliation and objectification had become this society's subject of entertainment.

All I could do was try and stay present, focus on my breathing as I left it all to be captured inside my memories- one that was becoming equally painful as much as unbearable. This twisted display of sadism and exploitation was a battle against myself, forceful demonstrations pushing boundaries that should never be allowed to correlate anywhere with morality or humankind.

I had to remind myself that this was all just for the sake of their pleasure and to live with the inevitable fact that this bottomless pit of shame was to be my reality. Clearly, humanity is losing its morality and emotion while leading down this path of disregard towards the well-being of others.