Nude Sex Teacher in School Ch. 02

Note: This is a work of fiction and is set in a fantasy setting. All characters and students in this story are 18+. The teacher is a part of a school for 18+ adults who have just moved from high school and will be going to college next year. There are no under 18 underage characters in this story.

As the students continued to marvel at the scene before them, one of them, a mischievous boy who had always been known for his rebellious tendencies, spoke up.

"Hey, guys, I just had an idea," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "How about we use Nisha's stretched-out ass as target practice?"

At first, the other students seemed taken aback by his suggestion. There were murmurs of discomfort and hesitation among them, as if they instinctively knew that this kind of behavior crossed a line.

But as the boy continued to push his idea, urging them to join him, the hesitation soon gave way to enthusiasm.

"You're right," one of the students said suddenly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "That would be so much fun!"

The others nodded eagerly in agreement, their faces now contorted into gleeful grins. They laughed as if it was the funniest joke ever heard.

Feeling a knot in my stomach, I knew I was in for something terrible now- this was something even more violation of what little dignity and respect I had left in this damn world.

The boy pulled out a nerf gun from his backpack, his eyes twinkling with delight and mischief as he aimed it squarely at my anus - the circular opening already so sore and beaten from their earlier treatments.

"Now, Nisha, get ready to rumble!" he exclaimed with a small laugh.

All of the students erupted into fits of laughter- I could hear the sound ringing in my ears while failing to comprehend how low and callous human tendencies can stoop down without mercy.

I felt a cold sweat run down my spine as he pulled the trigger. The foam dart hurtled through the air towards me, hitting my anus with a sickening wet slap. The nerves of my anus being way too painful for it to handle that much.

Tears streamed down my face as the students cheered him on, each one taking turns to shoot foam darts at my body with reckless abandon.

I was in the land of no return, a strange and unfamiliar territory where the much deeper purpose of humanity, love and respect, were nothing more than mere fairy tales and stories told to students. In their world, there was no compassion or decency left - just the never-ending cycle of exploitation and degradation that had become my reality.

As the first student continued to fire foam darts at my vulnerable naked form, the other students began to join in. They were excited by the prospect of using me as target practice, the predators enjoying their prey without mercy.

"Let me try!" one boy shouted gleefully, practically hopping up and down with excitement.

The first boy laughed and backed away from my anus, the speculum still stretching it open unnaturally. "Go ahead," he said, gesturing towards the nerf gun.

The second boy took the gun and immediately fired it at my waiting anus. The foam dart hit me with a wet slap, my whole body shuddering with the force of the impact.

The other students watched eagerly, waiting for their turn. As each student took their turn, it became harder and harder to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes and the pain was soon becoming unbearable.

With each shot, my anus twitched and clenched involuntarily, making me shudder with pain and discomfort. But the students showed no mercy, excitedly laughing and shouting, throwing foam darts at my writhing, vulnerable body.

It was utterly humiliating, the ultimate degradation. To be stripped naked and used as target practice left me feeling violated in every way possible. But what could I do? This was my life now - one of complete subjugation and enslavement to the desires of others.

As the students continued to fire foam darts at me again and again, all I could do was sob helplessly and wish for it all to be over. But this was just the beginning of an ordeal that seemed to have no limit to my rueful distress- a demon that had taken root in my life.

As the students continued to rain foam darts down on my anus, I couldn't help but feel my whole body consumed with pain, yet numbness had settled into my mind as if I was disconnected from my own existence.

With every passing second, I found my anus becoming sore and swollen from the constant assault of the foam bullets, contributing a freighted experience unbearable and misery-laden.

But then, as if every little detail of my torment had been carefully planned, one of the boys came forward and suggested another cruel idea.

"Hey guys," he said with an exaggerated emphasis on the words. "Why don't we see how many foam darts we can stuff up Nisha's ass before we empty it out?"

The other students were delighted by this suggestion and soon joined in.

One by one, they took turns stuffing foam darts inside my battered anus, driving them deep inside, right to the hilt. With every toy bullet they inserted, I felt the pain getting more intense, but the students would just nonchalantly laugh and make fun of my innocent reactions.

It was the ultimate insult to me, forcing little toys deep inside in a way that felt like internal gastric torture. I couldn't even whimper or cry out for help- the pain was that excruciating.

Once they'd filled my anus with all the foam bullets they could get their hands on, one of the students stepped forward, laughing as he pulled off my speculum and wrenched my anus open with his fingers.

As he squeezed my poor anal sphincter - trying his best to make me groan in agony- he forcefully expelled all the myriad foam bullets from my body. Even though this was a moment when everything should have been getting easier, it was worse than before.

My naked body glistening with sweat and tears from my agony, sold into a life where sadistic tendencies prevailed over respect and love.

I was a living proof to the cruellest kind of existence that one could be forced to endure without daring to think of the aftermath. I could only wait for the next ball of horror that was coming my way without any means to stop it- my life in shambles, torn apart by hopelessness and dispair.

As the students continued to use my helpless form for their petty amusement, something in the atmosphere began to shift. Their twisted expressions seemed to have taken on a more intense predatory look.

My apprehension increased tenfold as I noticed all of them are vigorously rubbing around the fronts of their trousers. Their sexual interest had been aroused by all of the forbidden touches and the power they held over me.

"Look at her body," one student said, licking his lips as he took in my naked form. "She's so hot."

"Yeah," another student chimed in, his eyes glinting with something close to hunger. "I bet she'd be great to fuck."

I felt a sickening surge of fear as I locked eyes with him, still laying there, helpless and naked before the group of boys. It was obvious that their interest in me had now taken a disturbingly sexual turn.

And it didn't end there. As their excitement increased, so did their boldness. One of them moved closer to me, grasping my shoulder with rough hands.

"Do you like this, Nisha?" he sneered, a leering grin spreading across his face. "Do you like being our little naked toy?"

Another boy reached out and began twirling my nipples between his fingers, causing me to wince and whimper in pain.

At that moment, I knew I was no longer just a victim of their sadistic amusement - I was now the object of their sexual desires. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All around me, the boys were starting to get harder and harder, their erections straining against the front of their pants. They were now completely driven by their base desires, engaging in perverse activities they knew would be seen as unacceptable by any civilized society.

I felt like throwing up at the situation that my life had suddenly evolved into. I knew that I had made a grave mistake by ever accepting this job offer. But there was no going back now. I belonged to them, just another part of their violent sexual play.

The helplessness and fear were almost too much to bear as I lay there, feeling the hot breath of the boys on my skin and their calloused hands pawing at me as if I was nothing more than an animal in their care.

As the boys talked about their desires and what they wanted to do to me, one of them had an even worse idea.

"Hey guys, I have an idea," he said with a smirk, licking his lips. "What if we make Nisha kneel so that we can cum on her face more easily?"

The other boys exchanged furtive glances before nodding in agreement.

I whimpered in protest, knowing what was coming next. But despite my desperate pleas, they grabbed me roughly and forced me down onto my knees.

My naked body shuddered with fear and revulsion as I felt the cum-soaked floor against my sensitive skin. I knew that it would leave a lasting impression on my mind and body with every passing day.

As they arranged themselves around me, their stiff cocks swaying in the air, I knew that the worst was yet to come.

Their perverse excitement grew as they inched closer and closer, ready to unleash their loads all over my helpless face.

I tried to shake my head, to scream out for help, but it was no use. My own flesh had been transformed into a grotesque canvass for their twisted sexual fantasies, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

It was then that the first boy came forward, holding his cock with both hands as he prepared to fire a large load all over my face.

I closed my eyes in disgust, knowing that there was no way out of this. The sensation of hot cum all over my face, mixed with the tears having done their job over my face and neck, sizzling down with each tear itself.

It was humiliating and degrading, an ultimate low point that left me feeling violated and ashamed of every action that led me down this path.

In that moment, I wished for a different fate, one where I had never walked through those school gates so silently. It was too late for that now, and I would be left with the memories of these depraved sexual acts forever.

As the first student stepped forward, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of revulsion. His cock was hard and pulsing, his balls heavy and full, ready to explode all over my face.

I tried to look away, to shield my eyes from the shameful act that was about to occur. But I couldn't move. The other boys had me pinned to the ground, helpless and exposed.

With a final groan of pleasure, the boy let out a shuddering breath as ropes of thick, sticky cum spurted all over my face.

The sensation was revolting and shameful, but I had no choice but to endure it. Cum oozed down my cheeks and dripped off my chin, coating my skin with its unmistakable stickiness.

The other boys cheered and clapped as they watched the first student complete his task. They were all waiting eagerly for their turn.

I sat there in stunned silence, tears streaming down my face as I stared blankly ahead. I knew there was no escaping the fate that awaited me - an endless stream of cum facials that would haunt me for eternity.

But as the boys continued to cum on my face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. This was my life now, and there was no going back.

As the first student finished, the others eagerly stepped forward to take his place. Each boy was more eager than the last, ready to defile me in any way they wanted.

The second student crept up, cock in hand, and soon I could feel more warm cum splattering all over my face. It mixed with the already sticky and drying mess that coated my cheeks and chin, making me feel even more filthy and degraded.

But the worst part was yet to come. As the second student added his own load to the mix, he couldn't help but make a lewd comment.

"I love adding to a good cum pile," he sneered, his tone disgusting and smug.

The other boys roared with laughter at his words, and I could feel my stomach twist with disgust at the thought of all of their cum combining together.

It was an act that left me feeling utterly humiliated and degraded. Each addition felt like a fresh insult to my dignity and humanity. But there was nothing I could do about it - I was completely under their control and at their mercy.

My thoughts raced, wondering how it had all come to this. How had my life fallen into such a pit of depravity and abuse? Was this really worth any amount of money?

As more cum continued to drip down my face, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and despair. This was my life now, forever tinged with the unmistakable stench of cum and shame.

As the fifth student stepped forward, I was already starting to feel numb. My face was coated in thick, sticky cum from the previous four students, making me feel dirty and degraded.

But I knew there was no escaping what was about to happen. The boy was already stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on my cum-covered face with a sadistic gleam.

With a final moan, he unloaded directly onto my face, his cum splattering across my cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. It mixed with the cum that was already there, and more was dripping down from my hair.

My face was now completely covered, from the top of my forehead to the bottom of my chin. It felt like a disgusting mask, making me feel trapped and humiliated.

I couldn't help but make a gagging noise as I tasted some of the cum that had gotten into my mouth. It was salty and thick, and I wanted nothing more than to scrub my face clean and forget this entire experience.

But I knew that it was futile. The other boys were still there, watching and laughing and waiting for their own turn. My fate was sealed, and there was nothing I could do to change it.

As the fifth student stepped back, I could feel the cum starting to drip down my face again, mixing with my saline tears. It was a mess so disgusting that it defied comprehension.

I knew that it would be a long time before I could ever look in the mirror again without feeling a deep sense of revulsion. This was my life now, and there was no going back.

As I looked out at the sea of students, the ones who had just finished making a mess of my face and the dozens more waiting eagerly in line, I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat.

My body was naked and exposed, my pubic hair trimmed into a neat patch above my completely shaven pussy. My skin was slightly damp with sweat and the sticky residue of cum that was constantly being deposited onto me.

My breasts hung heavily, nipples erect from the cool air of the schoolroom. My stomach was slightly concave from all the years of dieting and working out, and my legs were slender and toned.

But I knew that none of that mattered to the students. All they cared about was the perverse spectacle I was forced to create when naked inside of the classroom. They reveled in their power over me, in the control they had over a complete stranger's body.

To them, I was nothing more than a sexual object, a flesh puppet to be used and abused at their whim. They gleefully took advantage of that fact, probing at my exposed holes and filling them with their cum.

I could see the looks on their faces change from excitement to disgust as they took turns doing things to me like spitting on me or slapping me. They whispered to each other about what else they wanted to do with my body, and I could feel their drool splattering onto my skin.

It was dehumanizing and soul-crushing, knowing that I had been reduced to little more than a toy for their amusement. But at the same time, I knew that there was no escape from this fate. This was my life now, and there was no going back.

Amidst the throng of students who were eagerly taking advantage of my naked and vulnerable body, there were a few who stood out with different expressions on their faces.

Some of the girls looked on with disgust, their faces twisted in a mix of horror and revulsion. They whispered to each other about how disgusting I looked and how they couldn't imagine ever doing something similar.

I could see the pity in the eyes of some students, especially the girls. They looked at me with a mixture of sadness and empathy, knowing that no one should ever be subjected to such humiliation and degradation.

A few of them even tried to stand up to the bullies who were tormenting me, shouting at them to leave me alone or pleading with them to show some compassion. But their voices were drowned out by the laughter and lewd comments of the other students.

Even some of the boys who had taken part in degrading me looked like they were starting to feel some twinge of guilt or shame. They would glance at me with uneasy expressions, as if suddenly realizing that what they were doing was wrong.

But for the most part, the crowd continued to grow as more and more students arrived to take their turn. Their eyes glittered with cruel amusement and expectation, waiting for their chance to touch me and humiliate me even further.

For a moment, I allowed myself to feel a glimmer of hope - maybe someone would rescue me from this nightmare, maybe someone would call the authorities or intervene in some way. But that hope was quickly extinguished as I realized that there was no escape from this nightmare. This was my life now, and there was no going back.

As each of the guys stepped back after depositing their load onto my face, a sense of pride would creep across their faces. They seemed to believe that they had accomplished something significant, and that their peers would admire and celebrate them for it.

In their minds, they had shown themselves to be the most aggressive, dominant, and sexually experienced in the room. They had caused a woman to submit to their ejaculations, and they felt invigorated by the feeling of power that came with that.

They would exchange high-fives and fist bumps with each other in celebration, laughing and joking loudly as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. They would talk openly about the experience as if it were a game or contest, arguing over who had the biggest load or who had made me moan the loudest.

Their behavior was deeply disturbing and unsettling to me, but I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. These were boys who enjoyed hurting others and getting praise for it, and I had become their latest victim.

As I felt another load of cum land on my face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and anger bubbling up inside me. This was not how human beings were meant to behave, and I felt violated on a profound level.

But there was nothing I could do except endure it, knowing that this was my life now and there was no going back.

The cum that had been deposited onto my face and body was thick, viscous, and sticky. As the minutes wore on, it began to congeal and dry out, forming a crusty layer over my skin.

It was incredibly uncomfortable and itchy, like a thick layer of mud or dirt that refused to come off. Every movement I made caused small flakes of cum to break off and scatter around me, making the mess even worse than it had been before.

The cum behaved differently on different parts of my body. On my face, it clung to my skin like a thick, adhesive paste, making it difficult to open my eyes or move my lips.

On my breasts, it pooled in crevices and creases, dribbling down my chest and stomach in tarry streams. On my thighs and pubic area, it clumped together in lumps and streaks, making me feel even dirtier and more disgusting than before.

As time wore on, the smell of the drying cum mixed with the musky aroma of my sweat and body odor, creating an overpowering stench that filled the air around me. It was a sickeningly sweet scent that made my stomach turn and my head spin.