By the time I reached the classroom, fire was burning in my veins, my anger building
to the point where it almost blinded me. I threw the door open and strode in. The room
held about two dozen girls seated at their school desks. The matron was at the
blackboard, instructing them in Arabic. All eyes turned to me as I entered; I scanned the
pretty faces until I saw the one I wanted, sitting in the second row back. She looked
surprised at my intrusion, but not afraid. If anything, there was a trace of scorn in her
expression. I snarled; I would soon wipe that sneer from her face!
I strode toward her, pushing desks aside; girls shrank back, fearing the anger of
one of their masters. The matron kept quiet, for though I was disrupting her lesson she
was a woman, and therefore in no position to question my actions. Anne’s eyes widened in
sudden alarm as I neared her, but she remained defiant. “What so you want now, ‘Master’?”
she asked. Then she gasped in shock as I grasped her by the upper arm and hauled her to
her feet; I then struck her across the face, brutally, knocking her to the floor.
Anne fell heavily, lying there for a moment, shocked by the viciousness of the
attack. I kicked her savagely in the side and she shrieked in pain and fear, her body
writhing and coiling in pain, drawing up her knees as she panted for breath. “Stay in
your places, girls,” snapped the matron; some of the other slaves were crying in distress,
not comprehending the reason for my assault, afraid I would turn on them next.
I reached down and took hold of Anne’s hair. “Let me go! Let me go, you bastard!”
she squealed. “Shut up, bitch,” I growled as I hauled her to her feet and threw her over
the nearest desk. She landed on her belly, scattering books and papers, crying out as her
hip banged painfully against the edge. The cute little blonde sat at the desk looked up
at my doubtless fearsome visage, her wide blue eyes brimming with tears, frozen in place
by terror.
Anne tried to get a handhold on the desk and push herself up; I forced her back
down to its surface, mashing her breasts against it, making her howl in pain. “Time you
got what’s coming to you, cunt!” I snarled.
“Fuck you!” she wailed, but with fear now in her voice. Leaning over her, my body
pressed to hers, I seized her wrists and pulled them away from the desk, pinning her to it
with my weight. She squirmed frantically under me, the breath all but forced from her. I
pushed her wrists forward and proffered them to the blonde piece. “Keep a tight hold on
them or you’ll get the same treatment, understand?” I told her. Obedient, not daring to
question me, the girl took hold of her classmate’s wrists. Among well managed girls, fear
of a master’s anger is always stronger than female solidarity.
Anne kicked and fought, furious at my attack, and frantic at the thought that it
was to be witnessed by her classmates. Greatly excited now, I dropped my trousers .
There were a few girlish moans at the sight of my engorged member; all the girls knew what
it was like to be taken roughly by a man.
Held against the school desk, Anne’s bottom was raised to my touch, her loins
against mine. Eager now, I pushed her little skirt up above her waist. I gazed lustfully
at her tempting rear; she wore little cotton knickers that barely covered the swell of her
succulent buttocks. I took hold of the hem and, ignoring her protests, yanked them down
to her knees.
The most intimate areas of Anne’s body were now exposed to me, much to the girl’s
misery. My prick stiffened further at the sight: Anne was a very sexy young girl, and to
have her in this humiliating position was profoundly stimulating. As the other girls
watched in rapt horror, well aware that they were about to witness the rape of one of
their number, I put my hands on Anne’s bottom, caressing those delicious globes, squeezing
the soft, warm flesh.
“Make him stop!” Anne wept, her lovely body shuddering in shame and disgust; I
parted her buttocks, and bent a little to study the tight little dimple of her anus. She
was still virgin there, I knew. “Oh no!” she shrieked. “Not that! Please master, not
that!” There was real panic in her wails now as she faced the idea of being buggered
before an audience. I laughed, straightening up so that Anne could feel my rock hard
prick slap against the back of her thighs, knowing the weapon had her in its sights. But
I would enjoy her that way later, I decided; I would warm her up between the legs first.
I slipped my hands between her legs and pushed them roughly apart. She struggled,
well aware that she was showing me everything she had, but unable to prevent me from
getting a fine view of the folds of her cunt. I pushed forward, the strong spear easily
penetrating her, and Anne wailed in misery and despair as she felt herself impaled.
“Stop whining and take it, bitch!” I hissed. I moved in and out steadily, holding
her hips tight and still, enjoying the soft warmth of her body enveloping my manhood. I
looked at the little blonde piece who I had forced into being my accomplice in this act of
rape. She was shaking in fear, but her hands remained clenched around Anne’s wrists as I
had ordered. Her blue eyes met mine; I wondered briefly who was overseeing her training.
“Maybe you next, eh, sweetheart?” I asked with a throaty chuckle. She shrank back in her
seat, not daring to reply.
Gasping with pleasure, I pounded Anne, banging her hips repeatedly against the
desk, bruising her vagina with my rough treatment of her tender form. “Bet you’ve never
felt one this big, eh?” I roared. “Enjoying it? You’re going to get plenty more, Anne!
Right in the arse... that’s where I’m going to give it to you later!” She sobbed, and
some of her classmates moaned in fear as I told her of my plans for her sweet body, in the
lewdest possible terms.
Then I felt myself building to a climax; I gripped Anne as tightly as I could,
until she cried out in pain, not realising that her distress was only exciting me further,
and I sensed once more the approach of the flood. I grunted with triumph – “Here it
comes, you little bitch!” – and thrust one last time as the dam burst and Anne felt the
sudden shock of my ejaculation.
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