The class sat around the tabular array, starting into space as Kate, the coach, droned on mechanically about international relations.

Joseph Smith used this time to let his creative thinker wonderment. inquire over to the coach, that is. Kate was a ass, severe looking, young, blonde womanhood, the form that obviously needs some meat up her bum and some warm pee in her belly.

Ian Smith was just imagining what Kate would look like in stocks with a bald shaved headland when the bell rang and the class, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left, before we went over and closed the door. Before Kate could respond, he pulled out an give gag and put it over her mouth, preventing her from making enough noise for anyone to pick up her. As she struggled, he then grabbed her radiocarpal joint, bent her over and fastened each wrist to each of her mortise joint with some cuffs he had quick in his bag.

Effectively immobilised, Kate could only struggle in vain as he pulled her total darkness dame down, seeing her beautiful White River panties, he then kneeled down and rubbed his cheek over then, putting his olfactory organ into her clothcovered crack and respiration in deeply a few times. David Roland Smith decided then that he needed a urinal, but, suspecting that Kate would probably still require to fight down, decided to utilise what was right in front of him. Pulling down her panties, he brought out his rear cock and slowly eased it into her tight little asshole, having to push in and out a few times before his psyche could get past her sphincter. She could do with some anal electro torture, he thought, as he released his good vesica, feeling the lovesome piss leave his meat and flow up through her bowels like a grisly enema.

When he had relieved himself up his government private instructor bottom, peter still in, he reached over and brought out the belittled butt blug he had brought, and quickly pulled his dick out and replaced it with the plugged, ensuring that Kate would hold the putrid yellow piss inside of her.

Still bent over, he turned Kate around to give a look at the inexorable blondes face, enjoying the smutch eyeliner due to her watchword and the flavor of her open, exposed mouth. It looked red, and beautiful, all exposed, ready to lead anything. On impulse, Captain John Smith got the biggest sum of expectoration he could and spat into her retch open lip. She reached and struggled again but could do nothing other than half glare, half beg at him with her oculus. Smith thought that part of the begging was probably due to the beginnings of a cramp starting to occur on account of Kates'yellow enema.

looking for into Kate 's eyes, he said `` We 've got to penalize you for being such a stern, nonindulgent tutor. You never really let us talk and teach very robotically. We pay a lot for you to tutor us, so I do think punishment is in parliamentary law. ``

With that, he pushed her over so she rolled helplessly to the floor, then pulled his pants down and straddled her fountainhead, son of a bitch heterosexual person over her sass, in a position where he could expect between his legs and see her eyes pleading up at him.

'' Time for lunch, Kate '' he said as his cocksucker opened and a large, mucky cumulus of shit slowly descended from him straight onto her tounge, in her loose gagged mouth. She started retching and gagging, but there was nowhere else for the shit to go. He kept shitting until the whole bring down half of her face was covered, her nostrils almost completely covered and shir running down her neck getting her ovalbumin collar dirty.

'' You 've got my piss up your bum, Kate, and shit in your mouth ! You 're turning out to be quite the toilette girl ! And we have n't even started the anguish or the sex yet ! Smith exclaimed happily, as he got up, pulling the miserable fille with him. He unwrap each handcuff and tied her spread-eagle on the board, shit falling from her mouth as she stood up.

Lying on her back, he lifted up her Negro dame and analysed her puss. `` Rather a squeamish one, probably quite warm, but ultimately, something you enjoy '' he said grimly, and reached into his bag for a needle and screw thread. Tears came to her eyes as she realised what he planned, and he immediately sterilised the edges with a cotton plant dabb before starting the employment of sewing the rim of her slit shut.

'' you can take in this unravel when you give me a differentiation for the unit '' he said, tying the death up.

'' And now for the final torture of the day. But first, blackmail ! '' And with that he took pictures of everything.

Next, he picked her up from the desk and made her kneeling down alongside it, so her rather small breasts were resting over the top, after he had taken her shirt off, mouth still broad of asshole and gagged.

Her breasts were diminished, barely big enough for one hand to catch, but they were still keen for punishment. Reaching into his trustworthy bag, Smith drew out a hammer and nails, and Kate became hysterical, thrashing about until he could trap her again. And with that, he nailed her teat to the desk, three longsighted nails per tit, as Kate screamed so a good deal that well-nigh of the shit fell from her mouth and scattered across the table and over her ruined tits. Then he got Kate 's metallic element ruler from per pencil fount and proceeded to lather her small fleshy mound at their stem, drawing more plead and crying.

End of Part One