High school girl training 1-4

1. It was a

dreaded Friday. After afternoon extracurricular activities, I had to endure the ordeal in the gym storage room until the weekend.

A few weeks ago, I was caught off guard in the bathroom by my PE teacher, who threatened
to post the video on the school forum if I didn't obey. Having received moral education since childhood, I didn't want to lose my
virginity, which I had guarded for nearly twenty years. I begged while tears streamed down my face, and finally, the teacher agreed to use my anus instead of my vagina, which
was protected by my hymen. But this wasn't a concession. Later, I learned that this man
had planned to "train" my equally untouched anus from the beginning. Thinking back to how I begged and cried, it was truly
shameful . It must have
been a coincidence. My body was defiled, my anus violated by that man multiple times. Even so, at least my hymen was still intact. Because I couldn't give up everything, I had no choice but to compromise.

I knocked on the small door of the gym storage room. "Come in," a rude voice sounded from inside. "Excuse me…
excuse me ," I said hastily, using polite language as I entered the small room. The PE teacher was a slightly overweight middle-aged man,
sitting naked on an old sofa chair, his clothes scattered haphazardly on either side as if
he were at home. "Teacher," I said, bowing my head deeply. This man, who always treated students with brutality and
demanded absolute obedience, was now half-reclined in the chair watching pornography,
his penis already erect. Without looking up at me, he coldly said, "You know what to do? Get
started ." "Yes," I knelt before the chair, grasping his penis and stroking it, my face close to his inner thigh so my tongue could
crawl onto his pubic hair-covered thigh.

Although I had some experience, my instincts still resisted. It was heartbreaking; I had to dedicate myself to this filthy
middle-aged man, to serve him like this. Occasionally, I had thought of giving up everything, more than once or twice picking up a knife or standing
by the window to end my life, but I lacked the courage to take that final step. Now, I was his
slave, my body at his mercy during school hours. Every day I told myself that once I graduated, everything would be over, and
I endured each day with that belief.

Two.

After licking the inside of his thighs a few times, I brought my face close to his legs, my hands constantly stroking his thick penis up and down,
and I took one of his testicles into my mouth, my tongue constantly rubbing the hairy glans before spitting it out and taking
the other one in.

My fingers, holding his penis, felt a sticky sensation; I knew it was
pre-ejaculate , wetting my fingers. Perhaps watching the SM video while being stroked had touched
his sensitive spot, causing the secretion to be faster than usual. If that was the case, he should ejaculate soon
.

I spat out the testicles, both covered in saliva, and then looked up. The extremely domineering PE teacher didn't even
glance at me, still watching the SM video. I suppressed the urge to sigh and buried my face in the man's thigh
, placing his penis, hilt and all, into my mouth. The scalding heat made my mouth feel crowded, filling it with a nauseating and
indescribable taste—like rotten raw egg,
a taste I desperately wanted to avoid.

I closed my eyes, moving my face up and down. This despicable penis had penetrated my anus several times already
. At first, even licking it made me nauseous, but after being threatened with having my lower mouth deflowered instead of my upper one, I had no choice but to comply. It was truly pathetic, so I tried not to think about it. If I thought about it
too much, even more tragic thoughts would arise. Tears of grievance would well up, and the way I desperately tried to hold them back would feel truly pathetic. So, I couldn't think about it. The constant in-and-out motion of his penis rubbed against my throat, making me gag. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth, forming a silvery thread between 　　my pubic hair and lips. After repeated thrusting and withdrawal, the semen suddenly gushed out, shooting straight into my throat. I was startled and momentarily stunned, but reflexively swallowed the penis deeply. Because of training, my body had memorized that semen should be ejaculated deep into the throat. Perhaps because I was watching a video, the amount of semen that gushed out was much more voluminous than usual. I desperately swung my throat, swallowing the semen one after another. Three. Naked Rope Bondage 　　After ejaculating, the teacher finally turned off the SM video and simply said, "Get out!" 　　Forcing a female student to perform oral sex was outrageous, but it wasn't anything new. The teacher was that kind of person, an absolute piece of trash. I knelt back on the floor, and the teacher stood up from the sofa, reaching out to grope on the shelf. After a while, he picked up a thick rope. It was probably for binding me, just like the scenes in the SM video. 　　"Take off all your clothes," the teacher commanded. "Understood..." I took off my school uniform, revealing a milky-white bra and panties underneath. To delay the impending doom, I tried to fold the uniform neatly and place it by my feet , but how much time could that buy me? I sat on the ground and took off my sneakers. My white lace socks weren't stained from the afternoon's extracurricular activities. Pulling down the socks revealed my bare feet. Wearing only sneakers made my feet look extremely white. The soles of my feet had no calluses; only the areas that frequently bore pressure showed faint red. Like other private parts, my bare feet, usually hidden under fabric, were now exposed to others, making me feel ashamed. 　　Under the teacher's gaze, I slowly stood up and unhooked my bra. Although every inch of my body had been seen by the teacher, I still couldn't get used to it. Even though I knew it would be easier once I got used to it, it was a resistance from the depths of my heart. Shame isn't something that can be easily assimilated by reality. As my bra came off, I covered my chest with my left arm, but my slender forearm couldn't hide much skin. I pulled down my underwear, frantically covering my genitals—which the teacher had shaved—with my right hand. But a cold voice rang out at the same time, "Stand still." Those emotionless, commanding words left me no choice but to obey. My arms slowly moved to my sides, exposing my nipples and white pubic hair to the teacher's view. I lowered my head, feeling the warmth on my cheeks. So many times, yet the same thing still filled me with unbearable shame. 　　The teacher walked behind me. "Give me your hand." "...Yes." My hand, which was behind my back, was roughly...

The grip added to my unease. Although it wasn't my first time being restrained, the handcuffs used before were toy leather or
plastic chains; this rough hemp rope was a first. The teacher crossed my wrists, binding my
outstretched arms together as close as possible and securing them. The force of pulling my arms back to their limit forced my chest
to stand out high, making my already rounded chest appear even more prominent. The rope went around my shoulders, looped to my chest, tied a knot in the middle of
my breasts , and then tightened it around my breasts from the base. The sharp pain made me groan, but
it didn't slow the teacher's movements at all. After my breasts were restrained, the rope went around my armpits and back behind my back, binding them
together . This way, even if I tried to lift my arms slightly, the rope binding my breasts would tighten even more.

IV. Triangle Horse Punishment

I thought my lower body would be bound like my upper body, but the teacher stopped
what she was doing to me. The teacher walked to the corner of the room, where unused sports equipment was usually kept, covered with a sheet
to prevent dust. He picked up the sheet and, underneath, placed a triangular rocking horse.

A triangular rocking horse!! Was I going to be forced to ride this? Even in SM, a triangular rocking horse is a
cruel tool of torture. I swallowed hard, not
out , but out of tension and unspeakable fear. I forgot the pain in my chest; all I wanted was to escape,
but running with my upper limbs tightly bound was impossible. If I escaped, the secretly filmed video
and the recording of the assault would be uploaded to the school network and various forums, so even with my arms free, escape was
unlikely.

The teacher grabbed my hair and half-dragged me to the triangular rocking horse. "No, no, please,
please let me go," I pleaded, my long-forgotten sobs mingling with my pleas. But the teacher ignored me, spreading my legs from behind
and lifting me onto the horse. A sharp pain shot through my thighs in an instant.
The triangular rocking horse's back looked like a perfect acute angle, but actually had some
smooth curves at the sharp point. However, pressing all my weight onto it still turned it into a blunt weapon.

"It hurts...it hurts...please let me down!" I cried out. The extreme pain stimulated
every nerve in my body from my lower body, causing my body to tremble slightly. Even the slightest movement caused
friction between my vaginal opening and anus and the rocking horse. Under the pressure of my entire body weight and the horse, I lost control of my bladder. Crystalline urine
uncontrollably gushed from the small opening of my urethra, continuously. "No...waaaaaah..."
With each spasm, a little more urine seeped from the small opening. Although I cried out, the teacher
ignored me . Perhaps seeing the desired result, he casually lowered a rope from the ceiling and tied it
to my arms. This rope distributed some of my weight and lessened the triangular rocking horse's fierce attack on my lower body.
I pressed my inner thighs tightly against the rocking horse, trying to share some of my weight to make it a little
easier . But
I couldn't keep this up for long; after only a few seconds, my lower body would be back on the horse, and the pain would return. This was unbearable. Despite my exhausted thighs, I tried desperately to
free my genitals from the horse's back for even a moment. I repeated this over and over, but each struggle
only intensified .

"Teacher, please let me go," I pleaded tearfully, knowing it was probably
useless , but I still clung to a sliver of hope. The teacher moved, but instead of
freeing me from the rocking horse as I hoped, he took a whip from the metal frame and showed it to me.

"Ah!" I screamed, gasping for breath. I was already suffering terribly from the rocking horse;
to be whipped on top of that was unimaginable. Was this torture all
because the teacher had just watched an SM video? The memory of the woman's agonizing screams during oral sex sent chills down my spine.

"After today, I'm going to make you even more obedient," the teacher declared. I shook my head desperately, crying
and begging, but the teacher's whip still came down.

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