Dirty Work Ch 02

Word of warning: If you didn't like the first part of this story, you sure as hell won't like the second part as unfortunately things just go from bad to worse for the unfortunate teacher so please don't read if you're offended by the subject matter.

"You did this to me...Why did you do this to me..." The words tripped out of my mouth, I was too broken to be overtly hostile, too lost in the hysteria of my environment. Incredibly my body felt on fire as if I'd lost all sense of reality but most worryingly of all there arose in me a mysterious sense of arousal. Whether it was my humiliation, my exhibition or my submission I could not be sure but something was making feel exactly what I thought I'd never feel in this situation. Surely this horrendous situation wasn't turning me on.

"What have you done to me, I'm ruined..." but even as I spoke these words, my body was betraying me in an even more humiliating way. Completely flushed from embarrassment, my body glistening in a dark sheen of my bodies most odorous content I felt odd emotions stirring inside me. Surely this depravity wasn't turning me on but I knew the feeling and it was undeniable. But how was this happening? How could this arouse me I pondered as my body temperature continued to rise.

My body was really heating up and I felt thirsty but all the while the class ululated with atavistic shock and continued to photograph my naked body illuminated with a new layer of sweat adorning the excrement. Sylvia looked down at me like a God on a vanquished minion. There was something approaching pity in her eyes as I'm sure even she couldn't have figured things getting this out of control.

"You did this to yourself, you stupid micro titted mule, and I suggest you follow me right now if you don't want to be seen by the entire school," replied Sylvia to a question that seemed to be asked a lifetime ago.

"Holy shit, are her little mosquito bite nipples just after getting hard," cried out one of the male voices and to my horror as I looked down he was right. Inexplicably my perky nipples had broken through their soiled covering and stood out like two pink beacons in my otherwise newly mahoganised frame. What they hadn't yet noticed was the growing dampness between my legs. I quickly attempted to shield my nipples but as soon as I made any contact with my little breasts I felt another rush of lust sweep through me.

Sylvia opened the classroom door, the very reason itself I couldn't get to a bathroom and avoid this entire episode. She had the key the whole time but what could I do about it now. I knew the bell would ring at any time and 500-1000 students would come rushing into the halls and it wouldn't take long for them to find me. I couldn't even get out my car as I'd no keys and no way could I get home in this state on my own. As I began to get to my feet she chastised me once more ordering me to stay on all fours like the animal I was. I tried to protest but she reminded me I'd have to stay low to avoid the windows on the doors of the classrooms that lined the halls towards my escape route. Before I could leave there was new snickering in the class relating to my now inexplicable arousal.

"Yeah, look, I'd swear her pussy is getting moist as well..."

"Is that her clit poking out!" exclaimed one of the girls more obviously in tune with female physiology than most.

"Oh my God, what a freak. C'mon you nasty girl and follow me unless you want the whole school to find you here," Sylvia ordered more sternly.

Despite the fact she'd put me true this mental and physical anguish something propelled me to follow her, on all fours. Later while trying to analyse this horrid ordeal I'd read about Stockholm syndrome, how a victim becomes entranced with her captors. And though physically I was free, psychologically I was trapped and in more ways than one. So on all fours and leaving a trail of excrement behind me, scrapping along the floor, I crawled across the front of the classroom, escaping out of the puddle of poop I'd been in for the last seeming eternity of my existence.

"Oh gross, she's like a shit slug!" cried out one of the girls. It seemed every move I made earned some new denigrating moniker. But as I looked back I couldn't fail to see the trail I was leaving behind me and was shocked at just how discolored my skin was.

"Hurry up slug, we don't have all day," Sylvia ordered as I wiggled across the floor. I noticed she had my pointer in her hand that she was patting across a desk towards the front of the class as she grew more into the authority figure in the class. But I couldn't speed myself up, the whole situation was just so incomprehensible. As I finally reached Sylvia who stood erect and powerful standing by the door the power that she exuded over me was absolute. I turned to face the door and prepared to make my final departure knowing that as I did so I was displaying both my filthy bottom and my more intimate reproductive regions. How could I have ever have imagined being so humiliated and yet still I prayed that my dampening pussy wouldn't be so obvious. When I glanced back at the class I could see all their heads hanging downwards to give them a better vantage point.

"Hey Sylvia, I'm sure I can see her clit peeking out," howled out one of the boys. Oh my God I thought, anything but that. But a part of me knew he was right. Just how depraved was I, I wondered fretfully. I blocked my pussy with one hand and balancing on the other I slide my legs and torso closer to the door.

"Stay where you are slug, and stop playing with your pussy, put your hand down," Sylvia said admonishingly to me.

"And Bobby Jones, you wouldn't know a clitoris if it bit you on the nose," Sylvia replied and for one fleeting moment the laughter turned at Bobby. Bobby Jones was one of the nerdier boys in the class, if I hadn't read his bio before class I'd never have placed him as an eighteen year old.

"Of course I can, I'll prove it. Give me that pointer and I'll show you." As he spoke these words he'd already begun his ascent towards the top of the class. The fact that he had an erection didn't go unnoticed and there was plenty of tittering from the girls.

"I guess she's not the only turned on eh girls," said Sylvia as she passed him the pointer. She ordered to lower my head to the ground and point my bottom up in the sky. Inexplicably I complied and to my horror Bobby began to give the class an impromptu female anatomy lesson.

"Okay Bobby, why don't you show the class where her rectum is," Sylvia slyly suggested.

And Bobby did, much to the amusement of the class placing the tip of the pointer around the rim of my anus. He further went on to demonstrate where my vagina, my labia, even my urethra and finally my clitoris by utilising the very same technique. Unfortunately for me when he placed the pointer on my clitoris I let out a quite audible moan of pleasure. Clearly by now the secret of my arousal was out as if to compound my humiliation. Encouraged Bobby began to slide the pointer back and forth on my clit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the clitoris..." Bobby triumphantly declared to more howls of laughter.

As he said this I couldn't help but move my hips with his movement of the pointer. I was getting off on it and I couldn't stop myself.

"Stop this at once! Bobby, leave that bitch alone. Can't you see she's in heat" and with that command Sylvia grabbed the wooden pointer from Bobby. I didn't know if I was relieved or just more frustrated but even looking back at the class on my hands and knees with my entire feminine charms on a filthy display I couldn't help leaving out a lustful moan. However, before I could even establish what I was feeling Sylvia sent the pointer cracking down on my behind.

"YOWWWWW!" I yelped as Sylvia didn't hold back on her caning my bare behind. The class erupted in elation as they counted the five strokes that careered down blistering my behind. Each one pained more than the last and I couldn't help leaving out an anguished holler. After the five strokes I rubbed my tanned bottom looking up with puppy dog eyes at my oppressor about to ask why she was doing this to me. But before I could even open my mouth she was already chastising me about getting aroused by Bobby and telling me that her caning was for my own good to control my wild hormones. Anticipating my every word before I could even verbalise them I was under total control. At that point she finally ordered me out the door of the class leaving a stunned and raucous room of eighteen year old school kids screaming behind. She told Bobby to grab her bag and accompany us towards the gym showers fast as I needed to be scrubbed down before the bell went and hundreds of kids would see me parading in all my false glory.

"C'mon bitch you're moving too slowly," Sylvia said grabbing the bag off Bobby and removing what looked to be a collar and leash from it. Handing Bobby the pointer once more she bent down towards me and very quickly and without me even flinching, she tied the collar around my neck with the leash attached.

"It's for your own good pet, you're moving too slowly. Now hurry up!" she ordered as she tugged on my leash dragging me along the ground a few steps. I scrambled on to my hands and knees again and quickly made my way through the now deserted school corridors. We passed by other classrooms as we went but fortunately all the doors had glass on only the top half of the doors so I was able to make it to the gym shower room unseen. Of course the whole way there Bobby now in possession of the pointer once more positioned it between my legs. I was in such conflict as despite what I may have thought about the situation, the reality was that each time the pointer flicked off my genitalia the more aroused I got. To my further horror though instead of heading into the female locker room on the right side, Sylvia with leash in hand led me and Bobby into the male locker room. She explained to me that female cheerleader practice would be starting soon and the boys football team would be training for another hour at least so it really was the sensible choice she promised. I had neither the will nor inclination to argue as at least there before me were the showers that I longed to get under. As I made my way towards them however, Sylvia gave my leash a sharp tug.

"Not yet slut, there's no point in cleansing your body when your mind is all hot and bothered. First you must rid yourself of your lust..."Sylvia said with an evil smirk.

She pulled me past the shower stalls towards another room where there were masseuse tables and baths for the players to use to relax their muscles after practice. Bobby locked the door behind us. The baths were empty and were sunk into the ground, to get in you needed to step down towards them. The baths themselves were ceramic, about 3 and a half feet in depth and about 6 feet long. Sylvia ordered me down into the bath and as I stepped down I found myself eye level with their knees but at least I figured I couldn't be too far away from getting clean. I looked up at Sylvia expecting her to turn on the taps and finally clean myself but only to be disappointed.

As I looked at her I could tell she wasn't altogether unaffected by the situation. It was pretty clear that she too was getting off on my humiliation. She had to be some sort of sadist I thought and unfortunately I was no more the obedient slave in our twisted relationship. Of course I still felt I needed her.

Then I saw Bobby reach into the bag and pull out a large white double ended dildo. My heart skipped a beat. Surely they couldn't mean...But of course they did. He handed the dildo to Sylvia, who walked over to me, leaned down and offered it to me. It felt so large in my filthy hands but I had never used anything like this in my life. But then I have never been in a situation like this before either and unfortunately for me, inexplicably, this humiliation had somehow turned me right on.

Instinctively my body knew what to with this most foreign object passing between the palms of hands. My head was saying no, but my loins were saying LETS GO!

Before I could gather my thoughts, the device was hovering over my sex, teasing against my clit. It was big enough to fill two vaginas I thought lustfully as my decrepit captors looked on in amusement. At this point Bobby pulled some wine and beers from his bag and they began drinking . Of course as their teacher I should have objected but I was clearly in no position to chastise anyone. He walked over to the door and closed the latch so at least the boys returning from practice couldn't find me. They were watching me both in excitement and derision and as they commenced downing their drinks, I began to play with my pussy in earnest.

At their command and with Bobby capturing my shocking display on film I slowly began to slip the huge dildo into my pussy, causing untold raptures of pleasure through me.

"Oh my God, what a total slut. Look at that filthy bitch really go for it! I knew she was a humiliation slut. The more stuck up and prissy they are, the farther they'll fall" said Sylvia.

"And look at those super perky nipples exploding from her tiny tits" she added mischievously as she sipped away on her white wine and Bobby reeled in mocking laughter.

Oh my God what had they done to me. Surely it wasn't the humiliation alone that was bringing me to such untold heights of lust as I began to more forcefully play with the dildo between my legs. Even still their barbs at my tiny breasts played on my mind and yet my pleasuring continued unabated. After Bobby finished his second can he told Sylvia he really needed to use the bathroom.

"I better go out and use the toilet or I'm going to destroy myself just like our slut teacher" he said matter of factly.

"You can't, not when we have a perfectly functioning toilet right before our eyes!" she replied gesturing towards me.

"You can't mean..." Bobby attempted to articulate directing his gaze towards the gyrating shit covered human in the step down bathtub.

"oh please...it would be so awesome," Sylvia responded clearly getting more aroused at the prospect of me being pissed on as I lay there close to orgasm almost inconsequential to the ongoing conversation.

"No way, I'm not doing that...not unless you promise to do it as well," Bobby countered almost daring the dominant 18 year old to respond.

At first she looked shocked but as the words sunk in and as she realised that she had the once in a life time opportunity to urinate on her clearly defenceless teacher the words began to hold sway.

"Well only if you go first...and no cameras," she countered clearly getting excited by the outrageous reality of it all.

And before I knew it they had decided. I was going to be their piss mop as I furrowed deep in my pussy with the dildo longing for my orgasm. I felt it was close but all this horrendous talk had unsurprisingly distracted me and I watched on in horror as Bobby began to stride towards me. He had the camera in one hand and he began to unbutton his trousers with the other.

"C'mon let's have a look at that tiny prick of yours" Sylvia bellowed.

What the hell I thought as suddenly I saw his cock emerging and his pants dropping to the floor. It was anything but short I thought whilst foolishly still not believing my fate until suddenly and without warning a foreign golden stream was directed right towards my face.

I recoiled in horror as the first splash hid me right between the eyes and as I turned my face in horror it cascaded down the bridge of my nose towards my mouth. I clenched my lips tight but still I felt the movement of the foul smelling liquid pour down my face. It was relentless, Sylvia ordered me to open my mouth but I simply could not do it, though my pussy play continued.

"Oh yuck you can almost make out her face again, look you're cleaning her face with your piss," Sylvia exclaimed commenting on my misfortune.

It was true. Though I couldn't see it, I could feel the poo flaking off from my skin, forming a brown liquid river with the urine that sprinkled on my face. I was horrified and momentarily lifted my left hand to protect my face. Of course this did not please Sylvia. She ordered me onto my knees and Bobby directed his urine right at my mouth but as Bobby's assault finally began to lose it's intensity and the urine once a constant hose like force began spattering and stuttering to a stop, dribbling onto my breasts. As it ended Sylvia continued to mock me and laughed as I continued to satiate my sexual desire.

"Hey teach, you should see yourself, you're hilarious. You really know how to put on a show."

"But the show ain't over yet Syl. C'mon you promised, you're turn," Bobby replied lasciviously.

"No way, I can't do that..."said Syl.

"You know you can and you know you want to. If I'm not mistaken you're as turned on as I am. I'm pretty sure I can see your nipples through your blouse."

"You filthy perv...but you do have a point. But I don't want you watching and you better put away that camera or your life won't be worth living," and then turning to me she added "And you small tits, you better not attempt to get a free shower this time. I want you to swallow my piss!"

Out from the bag, that contained their booze, Bobby pulled out another beer for him to enjoy the show. Just what else had these evil creatures in mind. Necking some more wine Sylvia told me to get out of the bath and onto the masseuse table. She lowered it down so I was only just a couple feet from the ground,

"How does it feel bitch to be such a slut?" she asked menacingly.

I didn't know what to say though somehow the dildo in my hand was still sliding in and out of pussy. I was a slut, I couldn't understand it. All I wanted to was cum.

"How does it feel to drink your students piss? You love it don't you. Tell me you love it and I might let you cum!"

I was so close to orgasm when she grabbed the dildo from my hand, slapping me across the face with it much to Bobby's amusement.

"Answer me whore. Tell me you love. Tell me you want to drink my piss and I might let you cum," she repeated, again slapping me across the face with dildo. It was quite rubbery so it didn't hurt too much but the thought of it was so humiliating and yet I couldn't help myself.

"Oh please, just let me drink your piss, I want to cum sooo bad..."

With that Sylvia began unbuttoning her jeans. She strictly forbid me to touch myself until she relieved herself and she now seemed to be as much in the throes of lust as I was except she was the undisputed master. When she slipped the jeans off her legs and over her white socks and sneakers I got worried though truthfully all I wanted was to masturbate again. Next came her white cotton panties which slide much easier. I couldn't believe she was stripping bottomless in front of Bobby who now merely had his cock in his hand jerking off to the unbelievable scene before him.

I'm pretty sure he couldn't believe his luck when Sylvia's beautiful shaved pussy came into view. As horrified as I was by my predicament I couldn't help but admire the splendour before me. I'm no lesbian and never have been but the sight of my eighteen year old student who repositioned herself to be at an almost ninety degree angle over me was too much. I begged for release. Instead as ordered I opened my mouth. Sylvia tensed her body from above and I got a monumentally close-up view of her most intimate anatomy. For what seemed like an eternity time stood still. Surely she couldn't do this I considered as I gazed upwards, noticing an already formed dampness between her legs, the clear signs of her arousal. Despite my horniness the vileness of the situation struck me once more and as I lay there in my own filth contemplating my fate as I was ordered once more to open my mouth.