The following story was originally written in German and translated into English as a punishment ordered by my Master, who also gave kind permission to publish it.

I am as much of a slut as the heroine of the story. If anyone thinks I should be punished or humiliated like she is, please send a mail to my Master suggesting which form of punishment or humiliation I should endure. You can mail him at mastergoto@yahoo.com. Reports of the punishment or humiliation will be sent to the person suggesting it.

As a reward for particularly interesting suggestions my Master may give me to the person suggesting for a certain amount of time.

Graduation party

1. The gift

Anne nearly missed the exit. She backed up a few meters and turned into the small forest road. It had been really nice of her physics course to invite her to their private graduation party in the holiday cottage that belonged to Frank's parents. The course was just 11 students and they had got along well these last 2 years. The study trip to Paris had been a real highlight, but still graduation parties were usually for the students only. When hers had invited her to this one, grinning broadly, she had accepted at once. Today, a Friday, she had got into her car right after school. Smiling she steered the car along the rutted dirt road, until she was within sight of the cottage, more like a full-grown house, Anne noticed.

When she got out Frank came out, got her bag and showed her her room, a simple bedroom on the ground floor. Anne greeted the students. Chrissi, the blonde angel, was cuddling up to Mario, her boyfriend. The other couple, Manuela and Peter, was just getting drinks from the well-stocked fridge. Kathy and Birte, the remaining two girls were watching Roland, Mattes and Jan play cards, Kathy silently as always, Birte giving constant advice to the players. The last member, Lukas, was just closing his inevitable laptop and smiled at Anne in a funny way. After loud hellos, they all returned to what they had been doing and Anne joined Lukas, Manu and Peter. The mood was exuberant and became more so, when Frank came in announcing the barbecue was ready and they could all come and get their food.

After dinner, they all sat together in the living-room and when the glasses were filled the students suddenly became silent. All eyes were on Frank.

"Well, Ms Holzkamp, we haven't only invited you here for a party, but also to say thank you for the last two years. We think we found a very fitting gift, one that you have been wanting for a long time probably."

Anne suddenly felt warm, but she had no idea yet what Frank was talking about. Frank looked her right in the eye.

"You will be quite surprised, I'm sure, but I'm certain in the end you will like our gift. Lukas?"

The laptop was already up and running and now Anne saw that Lukas had also put up a beamer. She smiled. Lukas's perfect presentations had been almost a legend at school. When the beamer was switched on her smile froze.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked angrily.

The white wall showed a very grainy, obviously strongly enlarged, picture of the monitor of another laptop caught at an angle to the camera. But the image on the monitor was obvious anyway: A dark-haired woman, whose had was pressed deep into a man's crotch. Her flaring cheeks made it obvious, what she was busy with.

"Just wait, Ms Holzkamp," Frank said quietly.

The following picture was of the same poor quality. This one showed the woman naked, kneeling and behind her a man who was twisting her nipples brutally. Anne took a deep breath and was about to complain again, when Lukas showed the next picture. This one was obviously a different version of the same image. The monitor was visible through half-drawn curtains and around out a rather anonymous hotel room that still seemed vaguely familiar.

When the picture changed again, Anne's breath stopped. The same woman on the monitor (this time apparently kneeling and kissing the man's feet), the same hotel room, but also two legs next to the monitor, two legs spread wide apart.

Her legs!

Suddenly she remembered. The hotel room she had lived in during the Paris trip, her laptop and the DVD she had brought for the evenings in her room. Before she could collect her thoughts the picture changed yet again.

The laptop was turned away from the window and behind it … (Anne gulped)  behind it a woman's legs and the rest of her naked body up to her breasts.

"Nice pussy, but a bit too hairy," came Roland's voice.

She forced herself to speak.

"Do you have to talk like that, Roland? There are girls present." She knew how weak her protest sounded.

"We know what a pussy is," Birte chirped in.

"Yes, and we know whose pussy this is, too, don't we?" Frank's voice was still calm.

"What … what do you mean by that," Anne stuttered.

Frank looked at her and shrugged.

"Well, we'll have to show the next picture, too, then."

She wanted to stop them, but hesitated for a second too long. Then it was too late.

Behind the laptop she was clearly visible, but what was worse, her lips were visible wrapped around a glistening dildo and her face showed the rapture of orgasm. And on her breasts the words she had put there in thick black felt-tip were clearly in view: "Cockslut" and "Fuckpig".

"Have you had that on your breasts all week?" Roland asked.

"You should remember to close the curtains, when you have a go at your pussy," Birte remarked drily. "Or did you want to be seen diddling?"

"What do you want?" Ann asked almost in a whisper.

Frank was still smiling.

"I told you: To make you a gift you have always wanted." When Anne did not reply he went on. "We have done a little research. Or more precisely our technology freak here has. The movie on that laptop is called 'Well-used hobbywhore'. And the series it was published in is simply named 'Humiliated cunts'. And it seems that describes you quite well, doesn't it? Btw we have a whole series of pictures that show what follows, but since everyone present knows that anyway, we won't have to show them, do we?"

Anne was getting hot and cold flashes, when she remembered how that evening had ended. And now all the students knew how she had made herself cum with her fingers and the dildo, hzwo she had pulled and twisted her nipples and slapped her ample breasts until they had been red and burning. She looked down blushing furiously.

"What do you want?" she repeated.

"Do give you, what you so obviously need: Humiliation. We will even let you choose. We could upload these pictures to the school website, though I expect that would be too much of a humiliation for your taste. So I'm only mentioning it as motivation for you to accept the other gift."

"Do you want to give me the pictures?" Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

"The pictures?" Frank sounded surprised. "Oh, maybe that, too. But first of all we want to give you 48 hours of fulfilled drams. 48 hours in which you will be used, humiliated and dominated. And outside this room nobody will ever find out."

Anne only stared.

"Isn't that what you were fantasizing about, when you watched that movie? When you stuck that dildo in your pussy and mauled you breasts? That you would be used and degraded like that woman in the movie? Isn't that what have been dreaming of? Just being an object? Serving everyone? Having to do everything? Anything?"

Having to do everything. Object. Serving. Having to do everything. Everything, EVERYTHING.

The words were reverberating in Anne's head. That couldn't be true, Just a dream, a nightmare. She forced herself to speak with a calm voice.

"You must be crazy."

"Oh?"

Chrissi left Mario's embrace and slowly approached Anne.

"Then you are, too."

"Me? Why? What I do in private is none of your business and anyway…."

Chrissi interrupted her.

"I'm not talking about what you do in private, but what is happening here. The thought of being a sex object for the rest of the weekend is crazy, eh?"

Anne nodded and was just about to reply, when Chrissi stopped her.

"Then why are you getting horny?"

Anne stared her mouth wide-open.

"It is quite obvious to anyone here that your nipples are hard and I bet your pussy is soaking wet, too."

And wanted to protest loudly, but she knew the girl was right. She bit her lips. The silence lasted for a few minutes, while Anne was feverishly looking for a way out. But she could not shake the image of herself kneeling on the floor before the students. Frank broke the silence.

"Be honest to us. Does the thought of subjugation and humiliation arouse you?"

Anne hesitated, then nodded.

"You know that anyway."

Embarrassed she bit her lip.

"And after this weekend nobody will ever mention that to anyone."

Anne looked around and saw smiling and nodding faces.

"But during this weekend, we will force you for your own good, if need be. Shall Lukas upload the pictures?"

On cute the school website appeared on the wall and Lukas showed her his mobile linked up to the computer.

"No, no, please," Anne shouted.

"In that case you should tell us now that for this weekend you want to be our cockslut and fuckpig."

The words hit her like lightning and she moaned involuntarily. The young people looked at her expectantly. After a while Lukas typed something into his laptop and the upload screen appeared.

"No. I … I'm a …  an cockslut and a fuckpig," Anne whispered.

"I don't think we could all understand that," Frank reminded her.

There was no way back now.

"I'm a cockslut and fuckpig," Anne repeated her voice now loud and clear.

Suddenly Frank came up to her and embraced her.

"I hope you will have a wonderful weekend," he smiled. One by one the others followed and embraced her smiling. With all the smiles and embraces Anne almost thought it had all been a dream or maybe a joke, but she was brought back to reality hard.

"I think a fuckpig should always be naked, don't you?" Frank asked the others, then continued. "So strip, Anne, but nice and slow, so we can enjoy it."

Anne hesitated.

"Do I have to here in front of you?"

Frank's smile froze.

"You want Lukas to upload the pictures? I'm sure a lot of students would love to jerk off looking at them. So strip, slut!"

"Yes, Sir," she answered automatically.

"See, that's much better. Now show us those tits live."

Frank sat down. Alone in the middle of the room Anne pulled her t-shirt over her head. All this couldn't be true. It had to be one of her fantasies, but then there she was, her fingers nestling with the hooks of her bra. When the bra fell, the comments started.

"Wow,, quite a set of knockers."

"She's got bigger ones than you do, Chrissi."

"Don't get worked up, Mario, at least mine don't sag like those udders."

Anne blushed, but after a quick sign from Frank peeled off her jeans.

"Look at that wet patch in her panties. What a dripping cunt."

Anne did not answer, but pulld down her panties and stood naked. They made her wait for a while, then she heard Frank's voice.

"Well done, slut. Now go to your room and wait."

She almost ran from the room. So often she had fantasized about situations like this, but it was too embarrassing to stand before her students naked and aroused.

Back in her room she saw her bag standing in the corner. She had to smile. She would not be needing her change of clothes probably.

2. Taking turns

After less than a minute the door opened and Lukas entered.

"Hello, Lukas," Anne said automatically, then  realized how stupid that everyday phrase sounded under the circumstances. Lukas grinned.

"The other boys though, since I did most of the work, I should have the first shot."

The first shot! Anne breathed in deeply. Apparently they were planning to all have sex with her. Taking turns like on a cheap whore. The thought made her horny. She sat down on the bed and slowly lay down.

"No, not like that. I have been wondering for two years what it would feel like to have your lips wrapped around my cock."

Anne bit her lip and sat up. Lukas pulled his zipper and produced his soft cock, which hardened quickly. When he stepped closer, his cock was dangling before Anne's face. He doesn't even undress, just gets out his cock and presents it for a quick blowjob, she thought. She opened her lips and let them glide over his cock. Lukas groaned.

"Ahhh, what a feeling. My teacher sucking my cock."

All Anne could see was the belt of his rather shabby jeans, she saw nothing of his body, just felt the soft skin of his cock on her tongue, tasted his arousal. She tried to tease him with lips and tongue, but she had hardly settled into a rhythm, when Lukas went rigid and spurted his load into her mouth. He groaned, while he deposited his load. Anne swallowed and was just about to lick the last drop, when the boy withdrew and stowed his cock in his jeans. Without a word he left. Anne felt used: Pull out your cock, stick it in some warm wet hole, shoot and leave. The way you used a cheap street whore. She bit her lips again, when she realized how horny she was.

When the door opened again Frank stood there smiling.

"So you are next, Frank." she remarked superfluously.

Not bothering even to answer Frank moved towards her and as if it was the most natural thing in the world reached out and pinched her nipples hard, then pulled her up by the nipples until she had to stand on tiptoes, then suddenly jerked down to make her kneel. His voice was calm and emotionless.

"Firstly I expect decent behavior. People rise when a person of respect enters the room. And a cheap slut like you will kneel."

He released her nipples and slapped her ample tits right and left a few times.

"And secondly I expect a respectful form of address from a whore, understood?"

"Yes, Master Frank," she groaned more from arousal than pain.

He pointed towards the bed.

"On the bed, spread!"

Anne hurried to obey. He really wanted to fuck her. Suddenly she could not wait to feel his hard rod inside her. He knelt between her legs and pulled down his jeans and shorts. He dropped forward onto her, his weight pushing the air out of her lungs. Without preliminaries he thrust his cock into her eager hole and started fucking her hard and fast. She tried to wrap her arms around him, but he pushed them away without slowing down. Anne felt every centimeter of his cock in her cunt. She pushed against him, wanting him deeper inside her. She felt her climax coming, but when she was just seconds away his face contorted and he pressed his rod deep into her. She felt him pump his cum into her pussy. Frank enjoyed his orgasm to the last drop, then pulled out and pulled up his jeans. On his way back to the door he turned round and nodded.

"Better than jerking off over a porn magazine."

Anne flushed with shame and anger, but the door had hardly closed behind him, when her horniness won the upper hand and she started rubbing her clit. Ahhhhhm yessssss, soon she would have her own orgasm.

"Look at that slut. She's being fucked back to back and in the breaks she keeps rubbing her twat. She's lying there her legs wide and almost all f her hand up her hole."

Anne opened her eyes. Roland was leaning against the doorframe his cock in hand.

"Go right ahead, bitch. I love watching you diddle."

Anne shook her head.

"I told you to stuff that muff, bitch! Not because you deserve to cum, but because I want to watch."

Rather sheepishly Anne started caressing herself, but within seconds her shame was forgotten and she felt only lust. Soon, soon, she would have it. She heard Roland say something far away, but she was much to close. Yes, n… Suddenly her hand was torn from her cunt.

"Are you too dumb to understand, cunt? I told you to stop. Now get up!"

Disappointed she obeyed.

"I guess I have to make sure you don't start again. Hands behind your back."

He pulled her hands up behind her back. The pain in her shoulders made her groan and bed over. Slowly he kept pulling.

"Ok, I guess that is the right height. Go at my cock. I'm sure you know what is expected."

Anne  leant forward and took the dangling cock in her mouth. He let her suck for a while, then pushed her a few centimeters deeper still and started fucking her mouth. He thrust hard and quick, but not very deep. When he had found his rhythm, he started talking without pause.

"Ahh, I always wanted to really fuck an woman's face. But my girlfriends don't do that sort of perverted stuff, of course. They aren't sluts like you are. But a sextoy like you doesn't have a say in it anyway, right? You just pick your hole and stick it in, never mind which hole it is. Your mouthcunt must be used to sucking a lot of cocks, right? Oh you can't answer, can you. You've got my cock in your face and you're getting your cumdump fucked. Do you like the taste, when a man dumps his load in your mouth? Cause that is what is going to happen soon and I expect you to swallow and show me how much you enjoy it, slut. I guess you won't need breakfast tomorrow, I've got a nice big load for you. Ahhhhhh, here it comes."

In her position Anne had trouble swallowing, but her attempts seemed to encourage Roland. He came and came. When he had shot his load, he released her hands and stowed his cock in his pants.

"Not bad that hole, I guess I'll fuck it again soon."

He went to the door.

"And no more diddling, cunt. You'll only do that under supervision," he grinned before closing the door.

Anne tasted his come in her mouth and licked the last remnants off her lips. She knew how deeply she was being humiliated, knew, that she should have protested, dressed and left. But she also knew that she was so horny, she would not let this opportunity go for anything in the world. When the door opened again, she lay back and spread her legs as she had seen so often in porn movies and as she had done so often at home.

"Isn't it nice how she presents her hole?"

"That's the way all female teachers should greet their students," another voice added.

Anne looked up in surprise. Mattes and jan were coming towards her.

"I'm sure you can service more than one at the same time. That way we won't have to wait for our first turn for so long," Mattes explained, while he pulled his cock out. Anne stared at it in fascination. It was more than 20 cm long and still rather thick for its size. Mattes waved it in front of her face.

"You want it, slut?"

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Then tell us that you are a cockhungry teaching slut."

"I'm a totally cockhungry teaching slut," she immediately responded without turning her eyes from the imposing cock.

"Then get up and lean over he chair. And spread your legs of course."

Anne nearly stumbled in her haste. The two boys made her wait, but then she felt a cock enter her. But… Mattes giant cock pushed against her face.

"Here it is, as you wanted."

He grabbed her by the nose and when she opened her mouth for air, stuffed his cock deep into her mouth. He pulled back, then pressed home even deeper. She gagged and gasped for air, but Mattes always withdrew to let her have just enough air before pushing in even more. She hardly felt Jan's small cock fucking her, but soon the two found a common rhythm and thrust into her in unison. Her jaws ached, her lips were stretched around Mattes huge rod and again and again he rammed into her eager mouthcunt. Then both boys started groaning. Jan's thighs slammed against her buttocks and she felt him shoot. At the same moment she tasted sperm in her mouth, but after the first load, Mattes withdrew and shot the rest into her face.

"Ahhh, that's the make-up you should have worn to school. You look much better with jizm in your face." He grabbed a handful of hair and rubbed his cock dry. "I think we'll have a lot of fun with you, cocksucker."

He patted her ass and the two left. Slowly Anne rose from her position over the chair. She felt cum dripping out of her cunt and more cum dripping from her face onto her tits. She felt how horny she was. Five of the boys had used her and she hadn't had a single orgasm. As if on cue the door opened again and Peter and Mario entered. Anne immediately sank to her knees. No matter how degrading it was to kneel before the boys, she wanted to do everything to make the two fuck her hard. She needed it now She smiled up at the two boys.

"Nice to have you two as well. You can fuck me one after the other or both at once, whatever you prefer, but please fuck me the way a whore like me deserves."

Peter looked taken aback, but Mario grinned.

"Our beach seems to be in heat. But you're out of luck, slut. Chrissi and Manu don't like it when we fuck other cunts. And they certainly don't like us fucking such degraded whores like you. Stay where you are."

He pulled his zipper down with a quick motion and pulled out his hardon. Peter followed suit. They took positions in front of her and started rubbing their cocks.

"You know," Mario suddenly explained. "No fucking around, but Manu knows I need it daily and since I can't do her every day, she gives me porn magazines so I can jerk off. But looking at my teacher kneeling before me naked cum dripping down her face and begging to be fucked, I could get used to that. I'll have to ask Manu, if I can't have you come in daily as a cum target."

Mario laughed out loud at the idea, but Anne was even more turned on by the thought. The idea of being ordered around just to catch their cum when they jerked of made her cunt drip and tingle. Instinctively she licked her lips tasting the last remnants of Mario's cum.

"She can't wait," Mario groaned. "I'll give that cumhungry slut a nice load. Ahhhhhh.."

In thick drops Mario's juice landed in her hair and plastered her eyes. Seconds later more cum flew from the other side. Both had a lot to deposit and when they were finally done both her eyes were closed by thick globs of sperm and she felt the itching while it ran down her face.

"Boy, look at the way our cockjuice covers the pig's face. They others should see that. I bet they'd start the next round right away."

The next round! Someone, anyone was bound to fuck her and give her the orgasm she needed. Anne remained kneeling on the floor, while the boys left, and dreamt of fat cocks that ruthlessly plowed her dripping cunt. Her itching, needy cunt. Slowly her hand moved between her legs, when she heard footsteps. Hurriedly she withdrew her hand.

"Please, you have all had your fun with me," she pleaded. "Now let me cum, too, please. I admit I'm a cheap, filthy cockcrazed slut. You can all fuck me any way you like. Or I'll suck all your cocks, but please let me rub my cunt. Please."

There was a moment's silence then laughter. Girls' laughter.

"Guess you're out of luck, teacher cunt." She heard Chrissi's voice. "First of all we are not quite equipped to fuck you and secondly here you are not a slut, you are a whore. And a whore gets used. No need for a whore to have an orgasm, she'll only be less horny and eager. And now we'll make sure you clit-rubbing sow can't fool around with your slimy twat like you usually do."

Hands pulled her up and dropped her on the bed. While ropes were tied around her ankles and wrists she heard Birte's voice.

"Look at that cunthole. It's just running with fuckjuice. Like a cheap whore that turns tricks all night. But that is what she is."

"She hasn't been fucked that much," Manuela replied. "More jerked off on. Peter says, if he phones her when I'm not around, she'll come running for the privilege to have him jack off in her face. He says she just loved it."

There was general laughter.

"Right," Birte said. "Now we've got you ready for the night. And we'll all sit down and think of a few more choice things to do with our course whore. After all this is just the beginning."

3. In the dark

They turned off the light and left her alone. She tried to move. Her hands and feet were obviously tied to the bedposts. She could move some, but even if she slid all the way up, her hands could just reach her breasts. She started caressing her nipples, but that only made her hornier. With her fingers she wiped the sperm out of her eyes and sucked it off noisily. Finally she could open her eyes, but could see nothing. There was a faint light coming in under the door, but it still left the room in darkness. The taste of sperm turned her on no end. She pulled at the rope, writhed about, rubbed her thighs against each other, but all she achieved were wet noises from her horny cunt.

Finally she tried to relax and calm down, but the knowledge of being at the students', her own students' mercy never left her. She knew she should have been ashamed, should have been endlessly embarrassed, but she was only endlessly horny. She lay awake for a long time fantasizing about what they would do to her. Her fantasies became ever more perverted, ever more degrading and she caught herself fearing the young people might too nice, too inexperienced to treat her like a cuntpig deserved. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed she was kneeling in the staff room naked sucking off the other teachers at break-time, while her female colleagues stood around insulting her and laughing at her.

She a woke from a hand grabbing her cunt. When she groaned in surprise, she her a voice whisper.

"Shut up, whore, you can't wait for someone to grab that perverted hole, can you?"

Yes, yes, she wanted to scream, grab me, do it to me, but she remained silent enjoying the hard grip. Something soft ran over her face, then was stuffed into her mouth. Beside sperm it tasted of her own cunt. She had been gagged with hr panties.

"You'd rather have a cock, wouldn't you?" the voice whispered. "A nice, big, fat cock, that can fuck your well-used hole like a cheap whore. But I have other plans for your cunt."

A hand slapped against her thighs forcing them to open wider, then hit her cunt. Anne spread as far as she could hoping to steal an orgasm from the slaps or even better yet to make her torturer horny enough to fuck her. The rhythmic slaps drove her closer and closer, then suddenly stopped.

"I'm sure you are so horny, you even come from having your cunt spanked, right? But a filthy cock-whore like you doesn't deserve an orgasm. I will have it instead."

The bed moved when the speaker shifted his weight and Anne felt how his body mounted her chest. Did he want to fuck her tits? But the body move higher, the slowly settle on her face … and Anne's nose dipped into a wet hairy pussy. One of the girls! She had beaten her and now … The pussy began to move, circle and rub against her face. Soon it was covered in pussy juice and the movements got so wild Anne had hardly enough time to catch some air, but she caught a lot of pussy odour. Finally the girl's clit found Anne's nose and rubbed against it wildly.

"Yes, yes," the girl gasped. "That is the right position for you. Lying there and serving a woman's needs. Not sucking cock or fucking. You're nothing but a cheap vibrator I use to bring myself off."

When the girl spasmed she pinched Anne's nipples hard and her juiced gushed into Anne's face. The wet grottos pressed down and took her breath away, wet pussyhair sticking to her face. She heard hard breathing, then felt her hair pulled roughly. When the other woman dropped it, Anne smelled she had wiped her pussy with it. The panties were pulled from her mouth and placed across her face.

"Sleep well, cuntwhore," she heard.

When she had pulled the panties from her eyes, she just saw the door close and was in darkness again.

4. Breakfast

"Morning, fuckslut."

Before she could even open her eyes, two fingers were thrust into her pussy. She moaned and pressed against them.

"So our bitch is still in heat?" Frank looked down at her smiling. "Must be a new experience not to be able to play with your cunt all night. On our Paris trip you did it at least twice daily, didn't you?"

He untied her.

"Come on, course whore, breakfast time."

When she heard the word breakfast, her stomach growled. She followed frank into the kitchen. Only when she saw the looks the others gave her did she realize she was naked. Instinctively she tried to cover herself.

"Look at our course whore. Last night she begs everyone to fuck her and this morning she plays coy. You can leave that, slit, we all had a good look at your cunt yesterday and you can't cover those big udders with your hands anyway. So stop it and pour our coffee."

Wordlessly she obeyed. When she had served them all she noticed there was no place for her at the table. Uncertainly she remained standing. Birte looked up.

"If you haven't go anything to do, kneel. After all you are to look up to your betters."

Blushing she obeyed.

"Don't I get any breakfast," she asked in a small voice.

"You? Sure. If you want anything, just ask us."

"Could I have some toast?"

"Nahhh, it's not as easy as that," Birte explained. "look under the couch. You'll find a small gift from us."

Anne went over and blanched: a dog bowl. When she pulled it out she saw the inscription: Anne, bitch in heat. She gulped. In her head pictures appeared, pictures of bitches being mounted. Involuntarily she pushed her ass backward as if ready to be mounted. She heard giggling.

"She has a fat ass and now she even pushes it out."

That from Birte who was rather chubby herself. Anne swallowed her pride and crawled over to Birte.

"Can I have some toast now?" she asked submissively.

"That is 'Can the fucking course whore have some toast, PLEASE?" Birte corrected.

Anne repeated the sentence her face red with shame. Being used for sex was one thing, but begging like a pet in front of everyone carried its own humiliation. Birte nodded, bit off a piece of toast and dropped it into the bowl from her mouth.

"If you want more, ask the others."

Anne looked up at Jan who was sitting next to Birte. Jan raised his eyebrow and Anne repeated her plea.

"No," Jan shook his head. "We had the 'fucking course whore'. What about a little variation?"

The others grinned expectantly and Anne thought feverishly.

"Can the horny cumdump have some food, Please?"

Jan bit off a piece of role and spat it into the bowl. Anne crawled further. Obviously they expected her to make the rounds.

"Can this diddling whore have some food, please?"

Lukas smiled while he dropped a piece of bacon into the bowl.

"Can this dripping whorecunt have some food, please?"

Mattes bit of a piece of cheese.

"Can this exhibitionist maso-cunt have some food, please?"

Kathy blushed and threw the piece of bread she was holding into the bowl.

"Can this cum-craving cocksucker have some food, please?"

"Is that an offer? Maybe I should give you my cock for breakfast. Cum is supposed to be rich in calories," Roland smirked, the spit some scrambled egg into the bowl. While Anne crawled on, she desperately tried to find more degrading phrases. She almost didn't care if she got food, but demeaning herself in front of the students was driving her crazy with need.

"Can this perverted sow have some food, please?"

Manu poured some muesli into the bowl.

"Can this filthy cock-licking slut have some food, please?"

Peter grinned while he scraped his leftovers into her bowl.

"Can this cheap cum-guzzler have some food, please?"

"Well, I can't let you have any cum right now," Mario grinned. "But maybe this will serve."

He quickly put two large spoons of jughurt into his mouth, leaned forward and let them drip from his lips. It did look like a load of cum on the scraps in the bowl. There was general merriment while she crawled towards Chrissi.

"Can this diddling whore have some food, please?"

Chrissi pretended not to hear, but bit off the top half of a boiled egg and chewed.  Then she leaned down and spit it into the bowl.

"You love having eggs in your mouth don't you?"

That created another round of laughter. Her face fiery red and her pussy dripping Anne finally reached Frank.

"Can this horny fuckpig have some food, please?"

"I think your breakfast is a bit dry, Fuckpig. Turn around."

Uncertainly Anne obeyed. She felt something cold and metallic make its way into her cunt. When she was allowed to turn back she saw Frank holding a spoon glistening with her pussyjuice. Slowly he let the slimy drip onto her food, added a bit of milk, then squashed everything with the spoon.

"Enjoy your breakfast, fuckpig. And don't even dram of using your hands. A cunt animal like you feeds like an animal."

Anne dipped her face into the revolting mixture and lapped it up. The young people watching sipping their coffee. When she was done her face was filthy. Kathy pushed the rest into her mouth with her fingers.

"Thank you," Anne said in a submissive voice.

Wordlessly Kathy offered her her finger for cleaning.

5. A decision

While Anne did the dishes the others sat down to enjoy the sun on the patio.

"And don't even think of fingering your cunt. That's for our amusement, not yours, understood?" Lukas called back inside. Anne set her face and started the chores. Like a pet animal, like a toy, like a slave, that's how they treated her. Every word, every action meant to be a humiliation. Her face burnt with shame, but her pussy burnt with need. And the knowledge that she wasn't even allowed to masturbate only increased her arousal. When she was done she looked around for the bathroom. She needed a shower and she needed the toilet even more urgently. A small symbol indentified the rigt door, but she found it locked. She waited.

"Not yet finished, housemaid?" someone called from outside. She stepped onto the patio.

"Yes, but …"

Chrissi interrupted her.

"Then why aren't you here waiting for further orders, course whore? Heel!"

Sullenly Anne walked a few paces towards her. When Chrissi pointed to the floor, ahe knelt with a sigh. The others continued their conversation ignoring her completely. She looked around unobtrusively. Everyone was present. When the was a lull in the conversation she whispered to Chrissi.

"I'll just step into the bathroom, ok?"

Chrissi looked her over clearly amused.

"What was that? What do you want in the bathroom?"

They were all watching her now.

"I need shower and … well, I need the toilet, too."

The girl grinned broadly.

"First of all: All you need to do is obey us. Secondly: You don't need a shower. Why shouldn't a whore stink of cum and hot cunt? And finally: You don't seriously think we are going to share our toilet with a stinking cunt like you? What do you want there anyway?"

Anne blushed.

"Well, I … I need to relieve myself."

"If you want to piss, ask for permission, slut."

Anne bit her lips.

"May I please piss?"

"Good slut. Over there beside the path. You can piss outside like a real bitch. But face us and hands behind your back. Now diddling while you piss. Now hop to it."

Blushing furiously Anne walked off the patio.

"Turn and spread, show off your pisscunt," Roland shouted.

Anne turned and felt all the eyes settling on her pussy. It was hard to relax even though she had fantasized of this kind of situation a hundred times. But finally the urge was too strong. A thick stream fell onto the ground.

"Awwww, isn't our teacher cute pissing like a bitch?"

She lowered her face.

"And she's watching her pisscunt carefully," someone else grinned.

Finally the ordeal was over and Frank came up to her. He looked into her eyes quietly for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"Are you horny?"

"Yes, yes," she sputtered.

He smiled and held out his hand. With a CD:

"These are the pictures, Frau Holzkamp.  There are no copies."

She stared at him unbelieving.

"You can take the CD, get dressed and drive home now. Or you can take them, get dressed and spend a normal weekend with us. And I promise no word will ever be spoken about what has happened here. On the other hand …."

He left the sentence hanging for a few moments.

"On the other hand you can beg us on your knees to go on treating you like a filthy cunt. In that case I can promise you something, too. I can promise you that you will experience abuse and degradation a lot worse than what you have felt so far. But as I said, you can have the pictures, no blackmail, no 'motivation'. It is your decision: Are you a teacher or a degraded cuntpig?"

Anne hesitated. The nightmare could be over. She could get in her car, drive her to her DVD collection and finger herself to as many orgasms as she wanted and forget what had happened here. And dream for a lifetime what might have been.

"I'm a degraded, filthy, cockhungry cuntpig. Please use me in any way you want." She said in a low voice.

"Open my jeans, cunt!" Frank ordered in a voice suddenly hard.

She fumbled with the zipper and pulled out his cock. Immediately she wrapped her lips around it and started sucking. Frank pulled her back by her hair.

"Have I told you to suck me off, stupid cunt?" he grumbled and slapped her face. Shocked she looked up at him. "There are other tasks you are better suited for."

6. The shower

Smiling Frank took his cock in his own hand. Suddenly a hot stream hit her neck and when she looked down automatically Frank raised his cock a bit and his pee hit her right in the face.

He is pissing on me! She was too shocked to move and felt the hot liquid run down between her breasts across her stomach and over her pussy. It seemd to last forever and despite her firmly closed lips she tasted the salty tang of urine on her tongue. She kept her eyes closed to avoid getting it there, but even more to avoid the others's looks. When the stream stopped she opened them slowly. Frank was smiling while he dried his cock on her hair.

"You make a nice urinal. It would have been much easier if we had known that earlier, wouldn't it? Instead of leaving the room during our tests, we could just have signaled to you and cyou could have sucked our piss while we continued writing."

Anne hung her head, while Frank walked back to the patio and left her dripping. She remained kneeling in the mud, not knowing what to do. The questioned was answered quickly, when Mario, Peter and Roland came down already pulling down their zippers. Soon the wasn't a dry place on her body. The remaining three boys also relieved themselves on her. One tried hard to hit her nose and lips. When they were finally done Anne was kneeling in deep stinking mud.

"Come here!" She recognized Manu's voice and thankfully walked over. Manu only looked at her waiting.

"Why aren't you kneeling, slut?" she barked.

Anne obeyed hurriedly.

"Until now it was only the boys who had their fun with you. It's time you showed your usefulness for the girls, too. Hands on your heels and face upwards."

When Anne had assumed the position, Manu appeared above her, raised her skirt and Anne was looking right into her pussy. Was she supposed to service the girls, too? Before she could finish the thought another stream of piss hit her in her eyes. She closed them quickly and kept them closed while two more girls used her. Expecting the last girl she remained in position.

"Damn, I don't want to soil my shoes while taking a leak." It was Birte. "I guess we need to motivate our slut some more. Du you want to rub your filthy cunt?"

Anne's eyes flew open and she nodded wildly, which created a roar of laughter. Birte grinned.

"Ok, you can touch your horny hole, as long as …" she kept Anne waiting impatiently. "As long as you swallow my hot piss."

Anne gasped. Drinking piss? Directly from Birte's pussy. With all the others watching? But the tingling in her cunt was much too strong. For over 12 hours she had been hot and horny and she wanted, she needed relief. Slowly she opened her mouth.

"What do you want, Frau Holzkamp?" Birte asked in her sweetest voice.

Anne did not hesitated for a second. She wanted to touch her clit.

"Please pee into my mouth, Miss Birte."

"Well, " Birte sighed. "If that is what you want. Do you all have a good position to watch?"

"Yes." "Great view of the communal urinal." "And of the slimy cunt"

Birte stood in front of anne and let her see her hairy, fleshy cunt. She waited and when her pee finally shot into Anne's mouth, Anne's finger shot between her legs and she started rubbing herself furiously. She tried gulping it all down, but it ran out of the corners of her mouth on both sides. The feeling of finally being able to masturbate was indescribable. Annd groaned and hardly noticed when the stream stopped.

"Stop diddling, you filthy pig!" Birte shouted. "NOW!"

Anne's hand jerked back. She panted. She had been so close.

"Lick me clean bitch. I hate pee in my bush."

Anne pushed her face between Birte's legs, licked and tasted both pee and Birte's pussy. But the young woman soon withdrew. Anne knelt with her eyes closed again and tried to recall the feeling of her finger in her cunt, when a cold splash of water hit her. Mattes was standing a couple of metres away directing the garden hose over her body.

"Get up, turn around!"

In spite of the icy coldness of the water she was grateful of being clean again.

"Bend over, Spread!"

The water hit her pussy, then moved upwards. She felt the pressure increase when Mattes came closer. And suddenly her muscle opened and the water entered her asshole. She shivered, but held position.

"Good slut," Mattes remarked. "We don't want your filth on our cocks after all."

7. Among women

They left Anne standing in the sun to dry off, then made her go inside and fetch drinks. When they were all sipping drinks and Anne was kneeling in front of them, her legs spread wide, Chrissi suddenly remarked.

"You just said something very true, Manu. All the boys had their fun with our slut yesterday and what do we get? We can piss on her."

"Why don't you just use her?" Jan answered. "Our little whore here won't mind servicing you, too."

"And what's the fun in playing with my pussy in front of her? At least you guys can cream on her."

There was a moment's silence.

"Why don't you have her lick you?" Mario said.

Chrissi looked at him wide-eyed.

"But you're so jealous usually, Mario," she said surprised.

Her boyfriend grinned at her.

"Jealous of other guys, yes. And a bit of other girls, too. But jealous of that whore? I'm not jealous of the dildo I gave you for Christmas."

The other girls giggled, while Chrissi blushed slightly and tried not to let her embarrassment at the revelation show.

"Oh come on, it's not as if you didn't play with yourselves, when your boyfriends aren't around." She looked at Mario thoughtfully. "Are you serious?"

Mario leaned over and kissed her.

"Sure, this has nothing to do with us, if you have a little fun with our sex toy here."

Chrissi thought this over, then took a deep breath.

"Ok, then you can fuck her, too."

Now Mario's eyes went wide.

"Really?"

Chrissi laughed.

"Really! I guess we should both enjoy our weekend. And our little whore will just have to work a little harder. But now I want to have my share. I've been horny all morning."

She got up.

"On your back, slut!"

Anne obeyed wordlessly. Chrissi stood above her face and slowly squatted. Her shaved pussy appeared above Anne's face and the pushed against her mouth.

"Get busy, tongueslut, what are you waiting for?"

Anne's tongue made its way between Chrissi's lips and found her bud. The young woman started moaning softly.

"Awww, we can't see anything," one of the boys complained.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Chrissi replied breathing heavily.

"You can look at my pussy as much as you want," Birte interrupted. "But I want to see you fuck our slave later."

Anne tasted the sweetish juice, that ran from Chrissi's pussy. The taste was driving hzer crazy. While her tongue was exploring the folds of the pussy, she began fantasizing about sitting at home, watching her favourite videos and using her favourite dildo, the big one, ramming it into her wet hole.. Since last night she had been continually aroused and wet and hadn't come once. She needed a huge hard cock.

"Look at that," she heard a voice. "Look at how her hole is opening and closing as if she was trying to milk an invisible cock. Our dear teacher really is hungry for cock."

More laughter erupted, but Anne hardly noticed, as Chrissi above her was starting to grind her pussy against her face and when she came more of the delicious pussyjuice squirted into her mouth. Without further orders Anne began to lick Chrissi's pussy clean. Chrissi had hardly got up, when Birte approached. Without any ado, she dropped her Jeans and pulled down her panties. The boys gave some wolf-whistles, when her fleshy naked pussy appeared. Grinning she squatted above Anne. Her big ass started filling Anne's view and soon her nose was squeezed into Birte's crack.

"Come on, bitch, show me what you can do."

Birte tasted salty and bitter, but Anne licked her with the same dedication. She hardly got any air, and tried to service Birte as quickly as she could. When Birte had had her orgasm Kathy was standing next to her. The girl squatted quickly and Anne's tired tongue went to work on her.

"We can't see anything, Kathy."

"Look at the whore's cunt, not mine," Kathy answered.

When Kathy had got up everyone looked at Manu expectantly. But the girl stood up and waved to Anne to follow her into the house. When the disappointed catcalls were over she turned.

"You coming, Peter?"

Peter got up like lightning. In Anne's room Manu turned and embraced Peter.

"Today you are getting two gifts at the same time, darling.  Two things you always wanted, " she whispered.

Without a look at Anne she pressed her boyfriend down into the chair and started stripping. Anne felt completely superfluous. Finally Manu lay down on the bed.

"Come here and do me, slut!"

Peter's watched fascinated as Anne lay down next to Manu and started kissing and licking her body. Manu's breasts were big and soft and thefeeling of soft skin under her lips was making Anne dizzy with arousal.

"Ahhh, " Manu moaned. "Do you like watching another woman lick and kiss me, darling?"

Peter only groaned. Manu had Anne caress her some some, then slid higher and spread her legs. Anne needed no further order and knelt between the girl's legs. Peter groaned louder. At the same time Anne felt Manu's hand in her hair and stopped licking.

"Look, Peter, look how our teacher is kneeling between my legs, her head down in my pussy and her ass high in the air. Very inviting, isn't it?"

Anne squinted at Peter who was squirming in his seat not knowing where to look first.

"Why don't you take a look from behind, darling? I'm sure you have a great view of her cunt."

Peter jumped up and disappeared from Anne's view, but she could imagine only too well, what the boy was seeing.

"Come on, Anne, help Peter. Spread your asscheeks with your hands, so he can get a better look."

He shouldn't watch, he should fuck me, Anne thought, while she offered herself even more shamelessly.

"Well, darling. Do you like your second gift? A willing ass eager for your cock?"

While Manu pulled her face down between her thighs again, Anne heard an almost animal-like grunt, then felt Peter's hands at her hips and seconds later felt his cock making its way into her asshole. Impatiently he forced his way inside and Anne felt the pain of being ruthlessly stretched.

"Ahhh you make me so hot, Manu," she heard him pant.

Manu. As is he was taking her, not me. I don't count at all, I'm a puppet, a sextoy. She extended her tongue further and when Peter started fucking her, pushing her forward with every thrust, she started licking Manu's clit with every thrust, too. Passively, only reacting to Peter's fucking she knelt between the two.

"Oh yes, Peter, harder, faster. This feels so good."

Manuela got wilder and wilder, grabbing Anne's hair. Peter rammed his rod into Anne's asshole and she felt her tits swing with every move, felt her tender nipples rub across the bed sheets. She shivered and moaned with pain and lust. Peter's hand bit into her hips and he rammed into her like possessed, until finally he shot his load. Anne's tongue quivered across the girl's clit and when Manu came, too, her thighs closed around Anne's head like a vize.

It took a few seconds, until the two had calmed down. Peter's cock slipped from her ass and the body shoved her aside roughly. He lay down next to his girlfriend and kissed her.

"Thank you, Manu," he whispered.

The couple caressed each other, then allowed Anne to lick them both clean, while they lay in each other's arms.

8. At lunch

When they came out of the room her new Masters and Mistresses surprised Anne by ordering her to get dressed. Before she could head for her room, however, Frank pointed to a plastic bag in a corner.

"There are your clothes. Hurry up.!

When Anne looked through the bag she paled. There was a pair of jeans cut off so short that there were hardly any legs left on them and a loose t-shirt, cut off short as well and a pair of high heeled shoes that did not go with the jeans at all. But she put the things on without objection. Lukas, who happened to stand next to her, lifted the edge of the shirt for a couple of centimetres and exposed the underside of her heavy breasts.

"Well," he drawled. "If your udders weren't quite as fat, you'd be more fully dressed. But come along now."

They left Anne's car and squeezed into three other cars. Anne sat in the backseat of Birte's car squeezed in between Roland and Jan and the two boys spent the drive pawing Anne's body, grabbing her tits and squeezing their fingers inside her jeans. She was afraid there would be a wet patch between their legs when they arrived. She breathed a sigh of relief, when Birte stopped at a fast food joint. At least she wouldn't have to enter a real restaurant in her outfit.

"Ok, I'll have a burger with double fries," Birte announced. "And a big Coke."

"I'll have a cheeseburger and a salad with a mineral water."

The two boys also uttered their proposed meal, then  Birte turned around.

"Remember everything, waitress? Here's some money. Now hop to it, we're hungry."

In the meantime the other young people had got out and taken seats at the picnic tables outside and were watching Anne impatiently. Anne tried to remember all the orders and went inside. A group of truckers was sitting at a corner table and they watched her grinning and greeted her with wolf whistles. After she had given up her order she had no choice but to wait and ignore the remarks about her ass and tits. It seemed to take forever, until the orders were fulfilled. It was way too much to carry it all outside, so she had to return 3 times, each time greeted by whistling and lewd suggestions from the truckers. When she had delivered the final package she remembered she had not ordered for herself. She was just about to go back, when Manu complained.

"Where  is my tomato salad?"

"And my Coke is only a small one," Lukas added.

Sighing Anne went back and got the missing stuff. When she returned Jan had finished his tea and wanted another one. Time and again she was sent back inside and each time the truckers' remarks got more direct.

"Nice having a maid to serve you," Mario grinned. "You should do that for me, too," he added to his friend Chrissi. She gave him a nudge in the ribs for his trouble.

"Can I get something for myself now?" Anne asked submissively.

"Sure, go inside and ask for a doggy bag."

One more time Anne had to run the gauntlet of prying eyes, rude remarks and obscene gestures. When she came back out she made the rounds and the young people dropped their scraps into the bag before piling into the cars. This time it was Mario and Chrissi who kept themselves busy with her body. But at the house someone cut open the bag and Anne could lap the scraps off the floor. After she had cleaned her face, she heard Manu's voice.

"Get up, please."

Please? Nobody had been polite to her all day? Surprised she rose. Manu stood in front of her and embraced her.

"Some of us have to leave already. I hope you liked your gift, Frau Holzkamp."

Anne could only nod. The situation was really too absurd. Peter, Mario, Chrissi, jan and Roland followed Manu and when the six got into their cars Anne felt tears in her eyes. She felt Birte's hand on her shoulder and instinctively smiled at her. Birte smiled back.

"You can drive home, too. Unless you beg us to keep you here.

Anne's smile widened.

"You know the answer, Birte. May I stay please?"

How easy it had become.

"Why do you want to stay?"

"So that you and continue to abuse and degrade me. It makes me so horny I can't get enough," she admitted openly.

"Then why aren't you on your knees, where you belong, fuckpig?" Birte replied still smiling.

"Yes, Mistress Birte. That is where I belong."

She sank to her knees and kissed Birte's feet.

9  Slut points

"Then you also belong here," Frank interrupted extending his leg. Anne crawled across the room and kissed all their feet in turn. She tried to push her ass high into the air and keep her thighs spread hoping one of the boys would be tempted to fuck her. But when she had finished making the rounds the five sat on the patio and sent her for drinks. When she had served them they allowed her to get something for herself, in the dog bowl and with her face down in the bowl like a proper bitch. They ignored her and talked about their planbs for the future. Only when the conversation lulled did Frank address her again.

"And what are we supposed to do with you now, Ms teacher? What would you like us to do?"

"Please fuck me," she answered straight away.

"A clear and honest answer," Frank smiled. "Is that supposed to mean that we have turned our teacher into a cock-craving cunt?"

"Yes, that is what I am," she admitted openly. As they did not know that already.

"There is only one small problem, twat. You are here to service us, not the other way round."

He looked at her waiting.

"Then.. then at least let me masturbate. I'm so hot, I really need it, please," she begged.

"I'm sure you keep diddling enough when you are home. As long as you are here you keep your fingers away from your hole," Birte denied her.

Anne was desperate.

"But what am I supposed to do? Please, please let me com. I need it so much. I'll do whatever you want."

"You'll do that anyway," Birte replied coolly.

"What do you think," Frank looked around. "Shall we give the bitch a chance?"

"Well," drawled Mattes. "She has serviced us quite well up to now. But she has to earn it."

"Yes, she can earn points and when she has enough she can have her orgasm. You can keep book on your computer, Lukas," Birte grinned.

"Exactly, she gets slut points according to her performance in the tasks. What do you think? 100 points for an orgasm?"

Lukas looked around inquiringly. The others nodded.

"Ok, slut. When you have earned 100 points you can come once."

"Yes, yes," Anne nodded eagerly. "How can I earn the points?"

The students grinned.

"My,my, you are in a hurry. Why don't you make a proposal yourself? It'll be fun to have her beg us to be allowed to so all sorts of perverted stuff, won't it?"

Frank looked at the others who showed their assent by smiling. Obviously they wanted her to humiliate herself even more deeply. But what could she propose that she had not done already? She could think of nothing. Then she felt another kind of need.

"May I use the toil.   I mean, may I go down to the path and piss, before I make a proposal?"

Frank nodded, but Kathy interrupted.

"Why don't you use your bowl, that'll be quicker."

"Right," Birte followed. "And if you lap it all up afterwards, you'll get your first points."

Anne's eyes widened, but she was so deep in her role as absolute slut, that she hardly felt the degradation that this implied. She squatted over her drinking bowl and relaxed. A thick yellow stream mixed with the remaining water. Anne felt their eyes on her cunt and the mixture in the bowl and shivered. She filled the bowl almost to the brim. All eyes were still on her, when she went down on her knees and slowly lowered her face to the bowl. She extended her tongue. It was warm and tasted salty and somewhat bitter. Carefully she started lapping up drop by drop. The bowl hardly got emptier. It would take hours.

"I think she should get 15 points for that. But it is getting boring, so she loses a point for every minute from now on, " Frank decided.

Anne tried to hurry and for minutes only the slapping wet sounds were to be heard. Frank counted down the points. When he reached 11 the bowl was still three quarters full. Anne took a deep breath and lowered her face into the bowl. She drank in large swallows. She felt sick when the yellow liquid got into her nose, but she stuck it out and emptied the bowl.

"A genuine pisswhore in every sense of the word," Birte grinned. "Go and hose yourself down."

When she returned Lukas was holding a marker pen in his hand. He made her kneel and wrote "drinking her own piss – 10SP" on her right tit. Anne saw the bulge in his trousers.

"May I give you a blowjob?" she quickly asked.

Lukas grabbed her nipples and twisted them until her face contorted in pain.

"What was that, whore?"

"May I please give you a blowjob, Master Lukas?"

"That's better, but blowjobs are standard tasks, not points for that."

Anne bit her lips.

"Maybe you would like to be licked somewhere else, Master Lukas?"

"And what would you offer?"

"I could lick your balls, Master Lukas."

He grinned.

"Nice idea, but not worth more than 5 points. Come inside."

"Oh come on Lukas. You've seen my pussy already. Besides our slut will prefer to be watched licking your sack."

Lukas hesitated, then nodded. Anne opened is jeans and pulled them down. She leaned forward and softly licked his balls. His cock lay on her face and she felt it jerk with every movement of her tongue.

"Wowwww," Lukas sighed. "That is hot. Her tongue is just made for licking balls."

Anne sucked the balls into her mouth while her eyes remained fixed on his cock. Having that rod inside her, being fucked hard now. She would have orgasms every few seconds. But Lukas had different plans.

"Suck cock!" he commanded his voice rough.

Anne was just about to wrapt her lips around the wet tip, when Birte interrupted.

"Wait, that rod is much too good for her mouthcunt. You can have something much better."

She got up and walked over to Lukas.

"I don't care if the others watch. Do you want my pussy?"

Lukas stared dumbfounded, while she raised her skirt. Then he pushed Anne back and pulled Birte onto his lap. Slowly enjoying every millimetre he pulled her down onto his proud rod. Only centimetres from Anne's face who was ready to cry with frustration.

"Keep licking, slut," Birte commanded.

Disappointed Anne went down on him again. Above her face, Birte's ass danced. Lukas groaned and encouraged the girl. She rode him harder and pressed her ass into Anne's face. Without thinking Anne began to lick Birte's ass. When the girl felt the tongue she cried out and pushed Anne's face deeper into her crack. Soon she found the little pucker and teased it with the tip of her tongue.

"Yes, eat out my asshole, you filthy pig," Birte screamed. Her entire body was shaking and Anne saw Lukas pumping his sperm into the girls pussy. Both were breathing heavily and only slowly calmed down. Then Birte got up and looked at the slave on the floor.

"I have something for you," she smiled.

Her legs spread she stood above the slut and a thick white glob slowly dribbled out of her pussy. Anne opened her mouth. She tasted Lukas's cum and Birte's juice. Without further orders she began to lick Birte's pussy clean, then licked Lukas softening cock. A minute later her rigt tit ahd three more inscriptions. "Licking balls – 5 SP", "eating out ass – 5 SP", "Tongue cleaning – 2x3SP". One quarter of the way towards her orgasm, was all Anne could think. Then Mattes called her over.

10. Pain and Lust

"Would you like to earn a few more points?" he asked harmlessly.

"Oh yes, please, master Mattes."

"Why don't you tell us what your ass is good for then."

Anne did not think for long.

"My fat ass can be spanked or fucked," she replied quickly. Only then did she remember Mattes giant cock, much to big for her asshole. "It can also be whipped," she added quickly. Better a burning ass that having it stretched by Mattes's huge tool.

"Well, then let's see what it feels like to put our dear teacher over the knee." Mattes patted his thighs.

Over the knee? Like a child that needed to be disciplined. Blushing Anne lay across his lap.

"Spread your legs a bit. Te others want to have a bit of a show. And you may beg me now."

"Please spank my ass, Mattes" she whispered.

"And for the impudence of addressing with by my first name only you will have it warmed up without any points," the boy grumbled and let his hand fall on her asscheeks heavily.

Anne winced, not so much for the pain as with disappointment of not getting any points. Mattes went slowly making her feel every fall of the hand individually. He placed his hand on her ass, then raised it slowly and spanked exactly the place he had touched before. Knowing which spot was going to hurt somehow made it worse. When Anne's ass started to feel hot, Mattes lifted his hand.

"That's enough, get up."

Anne thought feverishly.

"Please, Master Mattes, could you spank my ass again?"

He shook his head.

"I don't want to work up a sweat. Ask the others."

Lukas and Birte declined being too caught up with each other, but Frank waved her over. He spanked her more quickly, changed side with every stroke and when she was allowed to get up again, her ass was on fire. Before Lukas could do the bookkeeping, Anne heard Kathy's voice.

"What about me?"

Anne felt embarrassed that she hadn't asked Kathy, but she had not expected the delicate girl to be interested. Anne lowered herself across her lap and felt her legs pinned by one of Kathy's.

"Please, Mistress Kathy, spank my ass," she begged formally.

The first impact made her wince. Kathy was surprisingly strong. Her small hand smacked down on Anne's round burning ass again and again. She felt tears coming to her eyes. She bit down on her lips not to cry out, when Kathy's hand hit the same spot a number of times. The girl did not stop and soon Anne found herself crying and pleading. Another few strokes and Kathy finally stopped. Lukas threw her the marker and Anne received the first inscription on her left tit: "Spanked ass – 3x5SP".

While Anne was calming down and felt the heat in her ass spreading throughout her body, she noticed that Mattes was missing. Frank waved her over.

"I have to take a leak," he announced looking at her expectantly.

Anne knew what was expected of her.

"Would you please use my mouth as your urinal, Master Frank?"

He nodded and allowed the slut to open his jeans. Anne was busy gulping down the warm liquid, when Mattes returned. After Frank had marked down 5 SP for her service, Mattes made her get up and stand with her legs spread and her arms behind her head. He pointed at a few spruce branches he had fetched from the woods.

"46 slut points, if I add them up correctly. I have a suggestion how to get a few more. Look."

He took one of the branches and swished it though the air.

"You'll feel them a bit more than my hand. I guess 20 of those are worth 10 points. Would you like them?"

Anne gnawed on her lower lip. The swishing had sounded pretty evil, but by now she did not care what she had to do to have her orgasm.

"Yes, please, Master Mattes."

"Bend over, ass in the air."

Anne's body stiffened when she assumed the position. She heard Mattes step next to her, felt the scratching of the needles when he took his measure. The she jumped up screaming and held her burning bum. Each needle felt like a sharp pinprick that lasted for a few seconds. Mattes was simply watching her.

"Of course that one did not count, because you did not stay in position. If you want points stick out your fat ass and hold still."

Anne shivered, when she bent over again. Her breath had grown ragged and when the branch hit her again, she screamed, but held position.

With every stroke liquid fire seemed to spread as if each needle was a tiny sting of a bee. Anne screamed and cried, but remained stock-still. Her ass and her thighs were afire, but the burning slowly spread to her cunt and turned into even more arousal, more than she had ever felt, more than she had thought possible. She felt a hand in her face. Kathy was wiping the tears, while Lukas wrote on her left tit: "20 on the ass – 10 SP".

"Would you like another 10 points," Kathy asked in a voice that was barely audible.

Anne's eyes widened, but she nodded at once.

"Oh, yes Mistress Kathy, how?"

She gasped, when Kathy picked up another one of the branches.

"10 on your tits," she proposed quietly.

Anne nearly fainted, but her head seemed to nod of its own accord.

"Yes, please, Mistress Kathy," she heard herself say.

The girl leaned in close and kissed her cheek.

"I will enjoy your screams," she whispered, then added more loudly. "Bend over, hands behind your head. Let you udder hang free."

Anne stopped breathing when Kathy swung the branch. Then Kathy got to enjoy everything she could have hoped for. At every stroke Anne felt as if her breasts were wrapped in fire and she screamed and begged for mercy. But the small, delicate girl hit her until a thousand needles seemed to be sticking in Anne's titflesh. The slut lost every sense of time or self-control. She drooled and whimpered. When the 10 strokes were done, Kathy had to help her to get upright again. Kathy's soft hands caressing Anne's breasts felt as if covered with bristles, but Anne held still, while Kathy noted the points.

When she looked down her body, her breasts were red and swollen, but her nipples stood hard and felt like bursting. Kathy was still standing in front of her.

"Can you imagine what I would like to do now?"

Anne frowned.

"Do you want to be licked?" she asked only to cry out a second later, when Kathy's small hands hit her aching breasts sharply.

"Would you like to be licked, mistress Kathy?" she corrected herself.

Kathy shook her head and picked up the remaining branch.

"What do you think I want to use this one on?"

Anne stopped breathing. There was only one place left. The needles and the pain – there? That was too much. But Kathy was still looking at her.

"I would like to whip you cunt, anne," the girl said quietly.

Anne did not even ask about the number of points she would receive for the ordeal.

"Please whip my cunt, Mistress Kathy," she answered as if in a trance.

Kathy smiled and made her lie on her back. She stood above Anne's head and the slave could look right up between her legs.

"Hips off the ground  and spread your legs."

Anne assumed the position that would expose her cunt and asshole completely. The others were watching breathlessly, as Kathy placed the branch softly between Anne's legs, but even the light touch of the needles on her pussylips, made Anne wince. The Kathy raised the branch.

Anne's scream was hardly human, when the needles bit into her clit and the pliable branch followed the contours of her body, pricked her wet pussylips and finally whipped round for the tip to kiss her pucker. Kathy left the branch until the pain seemed unbearable, then lifted it again and the torture started again even worse than before. Kathy took all the time in the world letting

Anne feel the pain fully, letting her feel how it slowly receded, gave her time to think that the pain would return with the next stroke and be worse. From far away Anne her the girl's voice.

"The last stroke, anne. It will be the hardest one."

Yes, yes, she wanted to shout whatever you want, but she could only whine and blubber, then everything disappeared in a world of pain.

When she was able to think again, Kathy was squatting next to her.

"Look, Anne."

She looked down her body, her cunt red and swollen – and her juice was dripping.

12. From both sides

They left her in piece for a while after that, but it was Anne herself who asked, if you could serve them further. They all ordered drinks, but it was Mattes again who wanted more.

"There is something else you just offered. And you still need 24 points, don't you?"

Anne looked at him uncertain waht it was she had offered.

"You mentioned things that your ass is good for," Mattes reminded her slowly running his hand across the bulge in his trousers. "You know what to expect."

Anne gulped and nodded. Her entire body was still burning from the whipping, but that had not diminished her greed for a climax. She knew she was only delaying the inevitable. She would do whatever they wanted she would do it.

"Please fuck my ass, Master Mattes," she answered her voice quivering.

The boy only nodded.

"Go get a dildo from the kitchen."

When she came back he made her bend over the railing and ordered her to prepare herself with the dildo.

"And keep your legs nicely spread. We want to see you fooling around with your asshole, "he added.

Anne rubbed the dildo against her thighs to moisten it with her cunt juice, then pressed it against her pucker. She tried desperately to insert it, but only managed a few centimetres. She noticed Lukas and Birte walk past her into the house, eyes only for each other. One way of becoming a couple, Anne managed to think, shared use of a slaveslut. But soon she forced herself to forget that and prepare her ass for Mattes's cock.

"That's no good," she suddenly heard Kathy's voice. "Ask Frank to stretch you."

Two cocks in a row? Anne bit her lips, but crawled over to Frank. What choice did she have?

"Please fuck my ass first, master Frank."

the boy got up wordlessly and knelt behind her nestling on his zipper.

"Yes, mount her like the bitch she is."

Anne could hardly believe that this was the same quite reticent girl she knew from school. She felt Franks hard cock at her back cunt and his hands on her hips. With quick hard jabs he made his way into her butthole. She moaned at the stretching pain, but at the same time it felt wonderful to have a hard cock inside her. Inch by inch he made his way inside. Slowly she managed to relax and it got easier and even enjoyable for her. Then she felt his hips touching her ass. He withdrew almost all the way the slowly slid forward again. He kept up the slow movement until her ass was wide and pleasurable for him to fuck.

"Ok Mattes, your turn."

Anne almost shouted with disappointment, when Frank left her. But a moment later he appeared before her.

"Time to pay for the favour I did you, whore," he grinned pulling her up and placing her face down across the table. In front of her face was his cock fresh from her asshole.

"What's the matter, slut? Open up or do you think I'll put it a away as filthy as this?"

Anne bit her lips. At this moment she felt a hard grip on her hips and with one thrust Mattes shoved his giant cock couple of inches into her open hole. Anne screamed yet again, but the scream was cut off when Frank used the opportunity to push his cock into her mouth. The taste was horrible, but the feeling in her ass made her forget everything else. Mattes did not even try being slow and careful. He pulled back than thrust forward as hard as he could.

"See ... that's the way ... your whore ass .... needs to be .... buggered. ... All your holes ..  they're all ... just for cocks." He paused for a moment panting. "And now you are getting all of it, asswhore."

One last brutal thrust forced his cock all the way into her opening. Anne felt she would be torn, but instead the pain lessened. Mattes allowed himself a short rest then started fucking her in long strokes.

"You've had enough of a break, back to cleaning my rod, cocksucker," Frank admonished her.

Without hesitation now she started cleaning Frank's cock, while Mattes had his fun in her ass. Soon Frank started imitating Mattes movement and she was being fucked in unison from both ends. But while Mattes was already inside her to the hilt, Frank's cock was only halfway into her mouth. With every thrust he pushed a bit deeper. She gagged, but Frank took no notice and made his way into her throat. Instinctively she tried to close her mouth, but a quick slap in the face taught her better.

"Keep that hole open, bitch. I want to fuck your face until my balls slap against your chin."

Helpless she lay between them knowi8nhg she could expect no mercy. Mattes was ploughing her ass relentlessly, while Frank was making his way down her throat with utter disregard for4 her gagging. And suddenly she forget her ass that was stretched to bursting point, forgot the gagging reflex and the fighting for air. She was being used like a piece of meat, like a sex toy. The thought brought her horniness to boiling point. He hands found her cunt and she began rubbing it like crazy.

"Yessssss, fuck me, bugger me like a cheap street whore," she cried, but with the cock in her throat all that came out were animal grunts. Yessss, not long now, finally ..

Her hands were torn from her cunt and held on her back. Anne wanted to tear her hand away to keep rubbing, to have her orgasm finally, but she did not stand a chance. Full of frustration she moaned and groaned, while the two young men filled her completely and almost at the same time spurted their loads into opposite ends of their fuckslut. Anne could only gasp and fight for air. She did not even taste Frank's sperm so deep inside her throat had he cum. When Mattes pulled out she felt empty. The hard strong hands released her own and when she looked up, she recognized Kathy. She looked into the girl's eyes.

"Thank you, Mistress Kathy; I had not deserved an orgasm yet," she whispered, then sank to her knees to clean Mattes cock of her own filth.

12. Miss Kathy

Frank and Mattes fell into their chairs exhausted while Anne filled up the glasses. After having refilled them immediately she went to fetch some water in her bowl. She knelt before it and drank thirstily.

"Oh come on, anne, you can sit with us. You have deserved it," Mattes smiled.

Anne looked up and smiled back.

"Thank you, Master Mattes, but I had rather not sit down right now." Mattes grinned. " Besides, ... besides my place is here on the floor. I must enjoy the time left. I will probably never be able to have such a weekend again."

Right, now she had admitted it, no blackmail, no force, not even a question she had to anser. She had simply and openly admitted that she loved being used and abused, she loved serving and being degraded, insulted and humiliated. The three looked at her thoughtfully. It was Kathy who broke the silence.

"I guess she deserves 15 points," she announced. The boys seemed about to protest, but Kathy had already taken the marker and was writing on her ass.

"'Assfuck – 15SP'. The service for Frank was only in return for his helping you out. Besides blowjobs should be standard service for a slut like you."

"Yes, Mistress Kathy," Anne answered meekly.

"That leaves her 9 points short," Frank reminded them. "How is she going to earn those? I'm done for today and so is Mattes. And Lukas and Birte only care for each other right now."

Four pairs of eyes were turning to Kathy who nodded.

" I'll offer you 9 point, slave. For the entire night with me."

Anne didn't even bat an eyelid.

"May I please serve you in whatever way you desire tonight, Mistress Kathy?"

Only later did she realize she had not even thought of the points, when she said it.

Two hours later Kathy sent her slave pissing for the last time. It had grown dark and Anne was careful to pick a spot well-lighted by the lamps on the patio. She squatted and relieved herself, as if it was the most common ting in the world to piss in the woods in full view of her former students. When she returned to the patio Kathy pointed to the door.

"Go to your room and wait in the corner."

"Yes, Mistress Kathy," Anne acknowledged the order.

Half an hour later she was still standing in the corner, her hands behind her back, her nose almost touching the wall. Like a badly-behaved child, she thought. No, more like an object that is not needed and that you put somewhere until you want to use it again. The events of the weekend passed before her, the shame of having to strip before her students, the many humiliations, the brutal use. Anne shivered. Until now she had fantasized about it, had masturbated to the fantasies and never really considered something like this could become reality. But now? What were those movies, what were her fantasies compared to this reality? What were her dreams compared to the endless arousal she felt in every cell of her body. But there was more. She wasn't only horny, she was happy. It felt right being treated  like this. But it would be over tomorrow. She sighed. And waited. When Kathy finally came her muscles were knotted from staying in that position.

"Did you rub your filthy cunt, slave?" Kathy asked by way of greeting.

"No, Mistress."

Kathy grabbed her hand and sniffed it.

"Seems like you actually controlled yourself. Lay down on the bed."

Quickly but thoroughly she tied Anne's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Then she stood at the foot of the bde looking down at her.

"That's the way I have been wanting you for a long time," she said in a husky voice. "From the first moment you entered the classroom, in fact. But you ignored me, didn't you? Just sweet little Kathy. But I wanted you. And I will have you."

She started unbuttoning her blouse. Anne found it impossible to tear her eyes from the delicate young woman with the brown ponytail, while she undressed slowly. Kathy's breasts were small, but firm and perfectly formed. When she pulled down her panties she revealed a dense brown bush and a tight round behind.

"You are beautiful, Mistress Kathy."

Kathy's hand slapped her face so hard her head flew around.

"Don't lie to me, you filthy slut!"

Anne shook her head.

"You can beat me as much as you want, Kathy, but you are beautiful."

The girl just looked at her not answering, then glided onto the bed next to Anne and ran her fingertips across Anne's naked skin. The slave started shivering immediately. Her nipples were erect and she felt her pussy creaming. While Kathy's fingers explored every inch of her body, Anne gasped and moaned.

"Would you like to come, slave?" Kathy asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress Kathy. But I don't deserve an orgasm yet. Please decide when I do."

"A good answer," the girl smiled. "I think you don't deserve it yet, not for a long time. Show me what you are good for."

She slid closer and Anne turned her head and started kissing and sucking her nipples. Moaning in pleasure Kathy relaxed. She was in no hurry and Anne's lips and tongue had ample chance to pamper the girl's small hard nipples. Finally Kathy sat up.

"Maybe I should return the favour," she said and pinched Anne's left nipple quickly. "You think that was enough?"

"Mistress, you do not need to return any favours from me. My task is to serve, yours to enjoy."

Kathy started twisting Anne's nipple slowly until the slave's eyes filled with tears.

"You are so right, my little slut. But now I want to pay some attention to your teats."

She swung her leg across Anne's belly until she straddled her. Her nails bit into Anne's nipples and she pulled.

"I love seeing your udders dangle from your nipples, you know that? But even more I love seeing the fat things wobble."

She raised her hand and started slapping her breasts. Forehand – backhand, left- right. Anne bit down hard. Her breasts hurt and she felt tear running down her cheeks. She whimpered, but the young woman did not stop until she s breathing hard. With a last sharp pinch she stopped and fell on the bed.

"Thank you, Miss Kathy," Anne breathed.

"And what am I supposed to do with you now, you horny slut?"

"Whatever you want. Whatever amuses you," Anne replied without hesitation.

Kathy just looked at her. Slowly her hands wandered down the slave's body. When they entered between her legs, Anne moaned. Two fingers closed over her clit.

"You know what I am going to do now? I will twist your clit like I just twisted your nipples. I will turn and pinch it until you scream with pain."

Anne closed her eyes.

"If that is what you want, Mistress, I beg you abjectly to do it."

Sharp nail bit into her clit and she cried out until her head was turned around, she cried until Kathy's body lowered onto her face, she cried still when her tongue started licking Kathy's pussy.

The next morning Kathy lead her into the kitchen on a leash, where the others were having their breakfast. While they watched grinning Kathy lead Anne to her place at the table, pushed her chair aside and sat down on Anne's back. She pozred herself some coffee.

"And?" Lukas finally asked. "What? Has our little slut earned her orgasm?"

Kathy was munching on a roll and just nodded.

"And?" Lukas insisted. "has she had it already? Or shall we help?"

Kathy swallowed.

"Neither. Anne has decided to leave it to me, if she gets her orgasm. And I have decided that she won't."

The others stared unbelieving.

"Listen, Kathy. This was supposed to be a gift for her. And that includes the final climax," Frank said seriously.

Kathy slapped Anne's ass lightly.

"You may speak."

"Thank you, Miss Kathy. It is kind that you want me to enjoy an orgasm, Frank, but I feel it is right to let Miss Kathy decide."

Frank shook his head in utter amazement. Kathy pushed back her plate.

"OK, time to pack. And you offer everyone some oral service like a goods whore, slave."

When Kathy re-entered the kitchen with her bag Anne was just receiving her second load of cum. Lukas and Birte had predictably declines. Kathy made her good-byes and Anne made the rounds kissing everyone's feet a final time and thanking them for the wonderful gift. Then they drove off in Anne's car.

Epilogue

To celebrate the first anniversary of your graduation I would like to invite all of you to my house on Saturday, 22nd June 2006. Please be there at 9p

Anne Holzkamp.

When Frank reached the house he met Peter and Manuela. They greeted each other heartily and walked up the garden path to the house. It was Kathy who opened the door.

"Come in, " she said hugging each. "You are the last."

In the living-room there was aloud hallo, when they all saw each other for the first time in a year. When they noise had calmed down, Frank looked around.

"Where is Ms Holzkamp?" he asked.

"Oh, she had a few things to prepare, but she'll be here in a second."

Kathy reached for a small bell and rang. When the door to the kitchen opened, they all gasped. Anne was kneeling in the doorway, her face pressed to the ground.

"May I enter, Miss Kathy?"

"Come!"

Anne came crawling into the room and greeted everyone by kissing their feet. Kathy watched the incredulous faces with obvious amusement. She did not miss the reddened face and the bulges in the boys' trousers either.

"I'm sure you remember our private little party last year. Since then I have been living here, pampered my little slaveslut here. She will have to serve us during dinner, but after that you are free to take her to the bedroom and have your fun with her. I've been told it's fun for you boys to send her to her cage and have her give blowjobs through the bars, but you can use the bed as well. And because of the occasion I have even allowed her orgasms. Of course, it is your decision, not hers, if you grant her one."

Kathy grinned at the unbelieving faces.

"Get up! Present!" she commanded shortly

When Anne bent over and spread her legs there was a surprised murmur. Chrissi, who happened to sit closest, reached out for the short chain that dangled from the slave's moist unt, held be a ring through her pussylips. Anne pushed her ass backward so Chrissi could examine the small plaque at the end of the chain. Chrissi's eyebrows went up, then she read out aloud.

"Whore anne – property of Miss Kathy"