Chained Co-Eds

My name is Kala, and I'm eighteen years old. My parents were always strict and I was watched like a hawk. I graduated Highschool and I'm a student all-girl prep school. That's what they called it, at least. In reality, it was like a jail or military school.

My parents forced me to go here or they wouldn't pay for my college courses.

You received punishment for any infraction. They had a school code of conduct book called the Bible. The headmistress was a disciplinarian who took the job of discipline to the extreme. Paddling was for minor infractions of the code of conduct.

Paddling consisted of being bound over a heavily padded exercise horse. At the same time, she paddled your ass with a thick leather paddle until your ass was numb from the many blows that stimulated every sensory nerve in your posterior.

As the story is told, she was a big woman of Russian descent who served time in the Russian Gulags as a prison guard. She had a mean streak and was a reputed lesbian. I had been punished numerous times by her.

As the infractions became more serious, so did the punishment. Minor infractions, known as type "A" infractions, resulted in being beaten with that leather paddle. Infractions of type "B" resulted in you being paddled with an oak paddle with holes bored in it to reduce drag.

Type "C" infractions resulted in bare-ass paddling with the leather paddle in front of the entire student body. The student body, ha! We were more like the captive body.

Anyhow, I just committed my first type of "C" offense. I was caught outside after the lights went out. I was also smoking. I stole a cigarette from one instructor and matches from another.

It was ten at night, and most of the staff should have been inside doing whatever it is that they fucking do besides bossing us around. So this self-righteous "Nazi guard," aka staff member, dragged me to the headmistress, who had me dragged away to isolation until the next day.

The next day, they unlocked the isolation room, and dragged me into the auditorium, and pushed me onto the stage, pushing me into a bending position over the padded exercise horse. They then pulled down my sweatpants and underwear as I screamed out insults in defiance.

I could hear the other girls coming in and murmuring in low voices as they took seats and looked on. The headmistress announced my infraction of being outside after lights out and my disrespectful verbal outbursts.

I was to receive ten bare-assed strikes of the wooden paddle. "Fuck it," I thought as I hurled more insults at her, calling her a Nazi dyke cunt lapping bitch. I heard the swoosh of the paddle as it sliced through the air, followed by the slapping sound of its impact with my exposed ass flesh.

I then felt the sting as my blood rushed to the impacted area of my young, tender flesh. The headmistress yelled, "Count, or I'll continue until you count to ten."

Then I felt the second impact. this time in another area. I yelled out, "Two."

She retorted, "No!" "You must start with one."

I screamed, "Fuck you, bitch!"

Wack! as another blow landed on my now-burning skin. I'd had enough and exclaimed, "One," before counting the next nine strokes. It was embarrassing enough to be publicly spanked in front of all the other girls and staff, but to make my embarrassment complete, I orgasmed, squirting cum out of me and landing on the floor.

The headmistress called out my discharge by announcing to all the others that I had lost bladder control and had pissed all over the floor. I felt the heat of shame creep into my face as I heard the audience roar with laughter. I hung my head and sobbed softly as I heard the girls leave after being dismissed.

After the others left, the headmistress picked up my head by grabbing a fistful of my hair and stooping down to look directly into my eyes. She smirked and said, "You sprayed your cunt juice all over my floor." "You climaxed from getting your ass beat." "Didn't you?"

I sobbed, and in a final act of defiance that morning, I blurted out, "Fuck you, bitch."

She jerked my head up and replied, "No, fuck you. Now clean up your slimy cunt juice."

She left, and two of the staff untied me and watched as I used a mop to clean up the floor. I was then returned to isolation and fed.

How? Why? I couldn't begin to understand how the first major orgasm of my young life was brought on by the humiliation of being publicly spanked. Was it the shame or the pain? I was confused and bewildered.

My ass was red and raw; I could barely sit. Laying on my stomach was my only relief. A few hours later, the school nurse came in and applied Aloe to my raw, burning, and bruised ass.

It had a cooling effect and helped provide some comfort. I drifted off to sleep as I lay there thinking of how to escape this hell hole.

I was left out when I went to join the others for dinner. The dining hall got quiet as I entered with all eyes on me. I bravely went down the chow line and sat by myself near a corner. Slowly, the low murmur of conversation returned to the room.

I looked up from my food to see a pretty girl sitting across from me. She spoke to me in an introduction. "Hi, I'm Melissa." "I've been where you are." "That fucking cunt beat me in front of everyone also."

I mumbled, "I'm Kala."

Melissa responded, "Yes, I know." "Would you like to join our little group of misbehaving bitches?"

"How many of you are there?" I asked.

She responded, "Three."

I nodded my head in agreement.

She then told me about a basement room where they all gathered after the lights went out. It was a room where they smoked and had an occasional bottle of wine when one of them managed to steal one from the Headmistresses' private wine cellar. They also got some weed from another staff member.

I met them in that room that night and smoked a cigarette with them. We talked, and one of the others produced a reefer. We passed it around and took tokes as it got to each one of us.

Melissa asked me if I was a virgin, and I smiled, saying, "Not for a while now." They all giggled and confessed to their deflowering and sexual adventures, and I responded by telling my sordid story of innocent teen lust.

By the time we finished the joint, we were all stoned and sipping a bottle of wine that was being passed around. The door opened, and I froze in fear like a deer in the headlights of a speeding semi-truck.

One of the male staff members stepped in, and Melissa looked up and said, "Hi, Todd."

Todd was our benefactor, bringing us packs of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol. In return, the girls would have sex with him. They all had sex with him many times, and he kept their secret. The girls would use a spermicide suppository before fucking him to help prevent pregnancy.

Melissa whispered in my ear that I should suck him off in front of the others to seal our pact as a group of defiant bitches, a show of solidarity.

I didn't really want to suck him off in front of an audience, but what the fuck? I already climaxed in front of the entire school. I had already agreed in my mind to suck this guy's cock. He was good-looking, and I hoped he was well-built. The girls were egging me on. So I nodded yes, and Todd stepped in front of me as I sat on the chair.

He pulled down his zipper and unfastened his trousers, reaching in and exposing a semi-hard cock. I reached out and took it in my hands, then leaned in and kissed the crown of his cock. He hissed and told me to suck it into my mouth.

Emboldened by the weed and the wine, I opened my mouth, taking his cock in and sucking on it like one of those frozen popsicles that kids eat. Todd grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth and withdrew, repeating the action until he was fucking my face as I tried to relax and enjoy the moment.

All eyes were on me as I fellated Todd, and when he came, they told me to show them his wad before telling me to swallow his sperm. I opened my mouth after he filled it with his sperm as all the girls looked on and giggled. I made a show of rolling my head back and swallowing while I stroked my throat with my hand.

Todd pulled up his trousers, tucked his cock away, and left. The girls all came up to me and soul-kissed me, hoping to find traces of his cum. I'd never had my soul kissed by a girl before, but I went along with it. I didn't want to be square.

Melissa was the aggressive one, cupping my boob as she kissed me. She pulled up my sweatshirt and popped a boob out of my bra. The others came over and mauled my boobs as one of them unsnapped my bra and discarded it.

In a short time, I was naked. One of the girls was busy attending to my twat with her tongue while the other two were busy mauling my boobs, pinching, and lightly biting my nipples. I climaxed, discharging my girl creme into Sue's mouth as he clung to me.

Afterward, we snuck back to our rooms before midnight. I fitfully slept that night, having dreamed about the sexual act a few hours before. I reached into my pajamas and stroked my hair-lined slit, hoping to find my Clitoris and have another orgasm.

I had to get out of this place. The headmistress is a sadistic dyke with high-class connections. This so-called school was previously an insane asylum. So they thought. The insane are now running the place.

I'm eighteen years old with the body of a goddess. I'm five feet, four inches tall with honey-brown hair and a nice pair of hips and tits. My vaginal cleft is well-pronounced, and I have a natural gap in between my legs that seem to plead, "Fuck me."

I had been a virgin until I was eighteen. A fumbling neighbor boy who used to come over and lounge with me while smoking weed and innocently fooling around by kissing and petting, and we got carried away that day. We smoked a few bowls and drank some of Daddy's Southern Comfort.

He started out mauling my full breasts, and then, emboldened by my drunk, stoned acceptance, he slipped a finger under my bikini bottoms and rubbed my vaginal cleft, inserting a finger between the folds and stroking my clitoris.

The invasion of his fingers set a flame of lust that would only be fanned further by his removing my bikini bottoms and forcing his swollen cock past my maidenhead to rip away my virginity. It might have been really good, but he was as inexperienced as I was.

Shortly after plundering my virginity, he climaxed, filling me with his seed, then rolled off, got up, and dove into the pool. It left me feeling empty and used. I was pissed and hurt. I trusted him. I swore I'd never let another fumbling boy have a go at me. I didn't.

The next sexual experience I had was with a 21-year-old married guy who purchased a bottle of Southern Comfort for me in exchange for a fuck. He knew what he was doing, and knowing he was married felt wicked. It was like a stolen treasure.

He knew how to please a girl. He rode me numerous times over a period of a month and taught me how to suck cock. That is when the trouble started. His pregnant bitch of a wife caught us screwing poolside behind my house as my parents were at work.

The shit hit the fan. She shrieked and screamed as she pounded me with her little balled-up fists. The cops were called by a neighbor, and they called my parents. My parents got a PFA against the couple and shipped me off to this fucking hell hole.

I was examined and tested for STDs and pregnancy and given the school uniform, which consisted of baggy sweats and a student code of conduct booklet. Booklet? More like a law journal or a novel.

At breakfast, Melissa informed me and the others that the headmistress was leaving for a week to tend to her sickly mother's needs. That would be our chance to party and go into town. I couldn't wait; this was going to be epic.

Melissa had arranged with Todd to take us, girls, into town around eight tonight and pick us up around 3 am. It was Friday, so we did not have any classes or assignments on Saturday. We could get trashed and sleep it off.

I intended to get totally wasted and fucked. They had taken all of our personal clothing upon our arrival here, so we only had school sweats. But we stole some extras that we cut up for a sexier trolling outfit.

Seriously, men don't like guessing what's under baggy sweats. My sweatshirt had been cut with a deep vee neck to highlight my deep cleavage, which had been giggling freely since I had removed my bra.I also cut the sleeves off to allow some boobie peek-a-boo and shortened the length to show some trim belly.

The sweatpants were slit up the outside of the leg seam to expose our full, creamy, muscular young thighs. We definitely had a "Come fuck me" look. And we definitely wanted to fuck and "cum."

That night, Todd dropped us off in town near a popular strip of clubs and pointed out where to meet him at three the following morning. He also made the mistake of pointing out which bar to avoid.

Being typical defiant teens, we went straight for that bar after he drove away. It was a biker bar. And we were about to find out just how raunchy, rowdy, perverted, and horny a group of drunk bikers could get.

We walked in and looked around as they looked at us. We must have looked like deer in the headlights. One of them, apparently a leader, walked up and took my hand and yelled, "Put on some music so these babes can dance for us."

He pushed a bottle of JD to my lips, and I chugged the fiery liquid and felt it burning all the way down. He said, "Dance, sweetie."

I started dancing and moving about between the tables. I was getting excited by all of the attention. The other girls danced as well. The guys were pushing drinks and joints to our lips. We were drinking booze and smoking weed.

Some of the guys were coming up behind us, wrapping their arms around us and pushing their hands up our cut-up sweatshirts to pinch and maul our boobs and nipples. We didn't complain. We came to the party.

Our lack of complaints emboldened them and they lifted our tops off so our naked breasts were on display to the whole gang. Each of us was passed around to drink smoke and kiss the gang as they groped and mauled our boobs.

I was stoned, drunk, and horny. I didn't complain when the leader pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. I instinctively sucked on it until he came into my mouth. When he was done, another took his place.

I felt a pair of hands removing my sweat pants and caressing my ass and cuntal slit. Shortly afterward, I felt the first of many cocks enter my horny twat. When I got a chance to look around, I saw the other girls getting fucked and sucking cocks.

At some point, one of them pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed them in chains. I got scared and started to struggle. They held me down and forced a ball bag into my mouth, telling me to behave as the leader slapped my pendulous boobs.

Fuck! That hurt like hell. I quickly looked around, seeing the other girls chained and gagged as well. They walked us out and sat us on bikes, hooking our cuffed and chained wrists to the sissy bar of the bike.

The bikes roared to life, and we were going down the road, leaving town naked and chained to their bikes. I had cum leaking out of my used cunt, and the cool night air was drying it to my matted cunt hair and legs. My nipples felt harder than diamonds on my firm tits.

The other girls were in a similar situation. We had no clue where we were being taken or what lay ahead for us. We were all drunk, stoned, naked, chained, and cold. I leaned forward as much as I could, pressing against the biker to shield myself from the cool wind. Doing so also hid my nakedness from the other traffic.

I wasn't stupid. I knew that anyone who saw us would know we were naked. We were stopped at a light when an old guy pulled up next to us in a pickup truck and grinned at me. I thought, "Why not?" I leaned back and twisted sideways to give the old geyser a full boob shot.

The look on his face was epic. Judging by his coughing and gagging, I thought he must have swallowed his chewing tobacco. The truck door had stains on it from his spitting. The bike lurched forward, and I almost fell off. I tightened my thighs to prevent myself from slipping off of the seat.

I leaned back into the biker again to shield myself from the cool night air. After a few turns, we pulled up to an old warehouse in a shipping district. The overhead door groaned and squeaked as it raised up to allow the bikers access. All of the bikes pulled into the building, and the door was lowered.

The bikes were turned off, and the men dismounted. The guy driving the bike I was on unhooked my chain from the sissy bar and lifted me off. He threw me over his shoulder and took me through the warehouse to an enclosed loft area.

Once inside, he dropped me over a motorcycle, with my head over one side, my stomach on the seat, and my legs on the floor. I heard his zipper, then felt him aim his cock at me yet again. He pushed in easily due to the copious amounts of sperm deposited into me at the bar.

He grunted and rutted in me until I felt the warmth of his seed filling my sloppy, wet cunt. I was stoned and exhausted. The loft was heated, and I was woozy. He pulled out of me zipping his jeans and tied my chained hands to the bike. I wasn't getting up from this position.

Next, he lifted my head, lowered his zipper, and pushed his wet cock against my lips. "Suck it, bitch," he ordered. I didn't have a choice. I tried not to open my mouth, but he yanked my hair and pushed it into my mouth when I screamed out.

I was in no position to fight him off, so I resigned myself to sucking his wet, slimy cock as he face-fucked me. Someone came up behind me and pushed into my slick cunt filling me and pumping in and out of me. He reached beneath me, jamming his fat fingers into my slick cuntal furrow, mauling my clit.

In spite of being uncomfortable and scared, I was still stoned and drunk. I started enjoying the abuse and felt a heat in my twat as I began my climb toward an orgasm. I moaned as I had successive small climaxes.

The biker fucking my mouth climaxed again, and I swallowed what I could. He leaned forward, slapping my naked ass. I screamed out in shock and orgasmed strongly, coating the cock reaming my overheated, used cunt.

The lead biker said, "Damn this bitch loves it rough, as he slapped my ass again and I came yet again. I was confused. How? Why? I just climaxed after being spanked twice while being fucked as I was chained over a motorcycle.

The night wore on with my friends and me being abused and fucked by multiple men who came and left. I could feel the cum dripping out of me and knew I looked a sight for sore eyes. Someone came up behind me and shoved something under me as I was draped over the bike.

Next, something was inserted into my twat. I felt a warmth and realized someone was cleaning me out. I heard the water splashing into the pan they placed under me. I felt good to be cleaned up.

I fell asleep in spite of the bound position I was in. I vaguely remember at least two times I was used again while I slept. I awoke to the sun glaring off of the chrome on the motorcycle motor.

A few minutes later, someone walked up to me, lifting my head as another person pushed their ass in my face. A woman's voice spoke out, saying, "Eat my ass." "Stick your slutty tongue in my ass hole and lick it."

I tried turning my head away, but the person holding me by the hair yanked me hard, saying, "Eat her ass, bitch." It was another woman. She twisted my hair and I screamed as the woman in front of me bent over and shoved her ass into my face.

Someone else stepped in behind me and centered his cock on my asshole, then started pushing into me as I screamed out, "Please, I'll do it." "I'll eat her ass." I stuck my tongue out and licked her asshole, thinking it was the most disgusting thing I ever thought one could do.