Spanish Donkey

Spanish Donkey

Friday

“Are all of you stupid or what” shouted Miss Wolfensohn just after coming into her classroom. She wildly threw their examination on her desk.

For a moment a deadly silence reigned in the room. The teens dared not even to move, holding their eyes down not to look at their History teacher, though there was a lot to look at.

Vanessa Wolfensohn was a 35 old pretty, really pretty woman. Usually she dressed in jeans and sneakers highlighting her round ass and her long legs. She wore short black hair; a perfect frame for a doll-like face like hers.

“An examination is to show what you've learned” she went on shouting “and this one just proves you've learned nothing, absolutely nothing, cero knowledge Kelvin”

She stopped a moment and scanned the classroom. “Kevin, please, can you explain us where The Spanish Inquisition took place?” but before poor Kevin could open his mouth she went on raising her voice again “…because it was not, as you wrote in your exam in MEXICO or somewhere nearby.” He was ashamed but nobody was laughing. “It was in Spain , that's why it's called The Spanish Inquisition.

After a moment of silence she went on.

“Andrew, the Spanish Donkey is not and I read literally: ‘An indigenous specimen of donkeys, more stubborn and smaller preferred by Witches..' We have been studying for two weeks the different torture devices and a Spanish Donkey is a wooden device with a small edge where the Inquisitors sat stubborn Witches to make them confess.

Vanessa was getting more infuriated with every word she spoke and she was losing her touch throwing the exams through the classroom. Finally she left, slamming the door, and went to talk to the director Mr. Michael Milwaukee, known as double M or MM.

Double M was a business freak. He was the owner and director of the School, of the local newspaper, of the city's only department store, to just mention the legal ones. His daughter was the Judge here and his son the actual police director.

He had opened this exclusively high-society targeted school just for money; his pedagogical interest equaled cero. And the student's parents were more interested in the degrees than in the knowledge their kids were getting. They paid for the degrees and they paid well, very well.

When Miss Wolfensohn stormed into his office he did not listen to her till she said she had called stupid his customers she had even menaced with expelling them. That was too much.

“Miss Wolfensohn” he started “please, have a seat and let's analyze what happened and why” His voice was too firm to disagree. “You are blaming the kids for a lack of knowledge, but I think I hired you to make up for this lack and if the lack is still there, perhaps it's not the kids fault.” After a pause he went on “Maybe YOU WERE RIGHT AND we'll need to fire somebody …”

He went on talking but Vanessa was getting quiet, each time more quiet. She knew her salary was four or five times a normal teacher salary and she bought her house and came to this village with her two little daughters just because of this salary. Now she couldn't risk loosing it. Her ex-husband would claim her babies.

“I'm not saying it's only your fault, Vanessa” he said patting her left thigh, “but perhaps the whole approach is too theoretical. Look, Miss Gunn and Miss Weisberg have also subscribed to the new DITS (dynamical interactive teaching system) and I think you too should subscribe” and patting again her thigh, this time higher, he smiled before standing up and sitting again on his chair.

MM produced 10 or 12 fully written papers and handed them over to Vanessa. She was still a little bit shocked by him touching her leg but she started reading.

“Are you signing it or am I going to sign another kind of document, Ms Wolfensohn?” MM sternly asked when she was just starting and had only read the first lines. Hastily she undersigned and left his office.

In the teacher's room she learned that not only Emily (Gunn) and Amanda (Weisberg) had signed up for the new teaching system. The whole female staff was in the same situation and of course the argument was monothematic. The worst was that none of them had a copy of the signed document; they felt helpless.

Their male colleagues weren't worried at all and joked about it.

“Perhaps he got himself a droit de seigneur “ somebody kidded not knowing how close he was.

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Monday

“I know double M has had a meeting with your parents last Saturday…” she started and went mute. There, in the midst of her classroom was a Spanish Donkey or at least a well done imitation.

It was Andrew who spoke first. “Miss Wolfensohn, my dad explained me the DITS and on Saturday afternoon we went together to buy this Spanish Donkey and I hope you will now practically explain us how it works.” Whilst talking he showed her a copy of the document and she realized the whole class had one.

“Andrew this is a torture device and I think nobody will volunteer to be put on it” Vanessa said in a soft voice. She felt unease with the class having a document she does not know what was written in. She knew she had to be careful.

“But Miss Wolfensohn” intervened Martina “here is clearly written that the teacher will always be available for any practical lesson” and she read” not fulfilling with this part of her duties can lead to dismissal and even to legal actions”

The whole class sat in silence looking at her.

Vanessa went red. “Ok” she finally managed to say.

Trying to keep a professional voice she put one leg over the device and started explaining.

“The Witch or woman to be tortured had to sit on the edge like this…”

Even through her jeans and with free hands she could feel the devilishness of that instrument. She had to tiptoe not to hurt herself.

“But dressed and without anybody forcing her?” asked Marc “I remember you told us the Witch was tied, gagged and stripped ...”

“Yes, indeed, in those times, but we are not trying to emulate them but just learning what happened …”

“I think a little bit of realism wouldn't hurt a bit and we all would profit from it. “MM's voice came from the door.

Vanessa went white. She felt trapped. What the devil are they trying to do?

Strip her? Rape…? Torture her?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Double M's next comment: “We'll need two strong boys to act as Inquisitors. Any Volunteer to help our Witch?

The whole class raised hands, even the girls. “You see, Vanessa, how to get enthusiasm into your boring stuff “

“Andrew and ….Marc come down please.” Both boys were positioned next to their teacher. Miss Wolfensohn's arms started to get tired of holding her weight and tiptoeing wasn't a solution either when she heard Double M instructing the boys to take her arms and fold them behind her. Then a click informed her she had been cuffed. Immediately she frenziedly tried to get the cuffs off. The cuffs stayed.

The class was amused by the spectacle of her History teacher tiptoeing over that Spanish Donkey and hysterically moving her upper body trying to get her arms back.

“Miss Wolfensohn, please,” Double M's said “keep professional and let us go over with it”

Vanessa was angry even more angry than afraid and looking direct into MM's eyes she answered:

“Mr. Milwaukee I demand to put a stop to this immediately or…ouchhhhmmmmm”

Whatever she was going to say remained unexpressed. Double M, in a speed movement, had first hit her into the stomach and than shoved a big red ball into her open mouth. After attaching it to her head and asking his assistants to hold the Witch firmly he started the explanation.

“The Spanish Donkey hurts the female's most intimate flesh and the longer she is kept on it the more it hurts. Here our model is still dressed and tiptoeing and the pressure is as good as nonexistent but nevertheless she looks hurting.”

“I hope that by the end of the day she will be naked…” MM smiled and the whole class smiled with him.

“You will strip for us, don't you” he mockingly asked.

She fiercely looked at him and shook her head in a clear NO.

“Remember that lesson” he said loudly to the class “it was used to soften up stubborn witches”

Vanessa was deeply humiliated and hurting. The edge was cutting into her slit and her calves were burning.

“Andrew, can you tell me if the Spanish Donkey is working right now?”

Andrew didn't understand the question.

“Andrew you've to make sure the edge is hurting her cunt and mute as she is the only way is by feeling it up” Double M explained

“Go ahead, inspect manually the referred part and tell us what you feel.”

Miss Wolfensohn couldn't belief her ears. Her director had just ordered a student to touch her sex and he had called it cunt. Once again she started fighting but had no chance, cuffed and being hold by two eager, perhaps too eager, strong boys.

Holding his History Teacher with the left hand he put the right one on the front of her trousers and slowly slipped it down. Soon his middle finger reached her slit and shortly afterwards he had her whole cunt in his hand.”

Andrew's erection was clearly visible but he didn't care, his dream was coming true he was feeling up this bitch and the director himself was supporting him.

Toying with his teacher's cunt he started explaining that it seemed that the edge was cutting in, but he couldn't be sure. That he felt the pressure on his back hand and her moist cunt trough her jeans but he was unable to tell if she was hurting or enjoying.

Marc was taking advantage of the situation and fondled her breasts. There, without being told, he cupped and kneaded her tits and the whole class cheered.

Vanessa wanted to die… or to kill somebody. She was a woman and not a piece of meat, for god sake STOP. Nobody stopped.

“What do you suggest we should do with our Witch to get sure?” Asked Mr. Milwaukee caressing Vanessa's round ass.

This was outrageous. First a student was massaging her cunt in front of her whole class, than her bosom being kneaded and now her director was freely touching her bum.

“AAAaaaaaiiiiiihhhhhhh” The howl paralyzed the whole class.; but if the students stopped listening curious to know what's happening, Miss Wolfensohn understood it more as a bad omen for her own future.

“Let's see what's happening over there” It was MM who spoke, “but first we've to fix our witch, we don't want her to escape, do we?”

It was again Andrew who turned out to have some cords; they attached her cuffed hands to the donkey's bar and her ankles together trapping the devilish bar between her legs. Without further ado the whole class left the classroom in order to find the howling source.

Vanessa waited for them to leave and began struggling against her bonds; useless. She started to sweat perhaps ‘cause of the effort, but mostly because of her hurting cunt. And it was getting worse. The wooden edge seemed to grow and sharpen with each minute and her sensitive loins were receiving the full impact of her weight as her calf muscles started to fail. The pain grew and grew and after only ten minutes she was sure her cunt was ruined forever; ‘please' she started to scream inside her head; ‘please, help me' ‘ahh' ‘I can't take anymore, pleeease'.

Emily's fate wasn't any better. This pretty, blond, 24 year old, Biology teacher had been the shriek's author. They had been studying the human nervous system and now her students were testing hers to the bounds and beyond.

Well instructed by their parents they came fully equipped to school: nails, needles, cords, rings, whips, collars were in bags supposed to bring pencils, erasers, sharpeners and notebooks. Today they were going to interact with the human nervous system.

Miss Gunn's first surprise was when sitting down. A thumbtack was waiting for her. It easily went through her dress and panties to viciously prickle her ass.

With an ‘ouch' she jump up. The class laughed. Angrily she looked at her class and started to search the responsible to punish him; but the class told her they wanted an interactive class, they wanted to see the HNS (human nervous system) working and that she was to sit again on the thumbtack and start her class. After a verbal cut and thrust (and the hidden menace of her contract) she disbelieving sat down on the thumbtack. She tried not to show her pain.

The class enjoyed their victory: Miss Emily Gunn was giving her class sitting on a thumbtack.

“How does it feel to have a pin in the ass?” asked a male student.

“It hurts awfully”

“Do you enjoy it?” A female student who wanted to know, this time

“No, of course not” retorted Emily getting angry.

“But your nipples are erect” came another comment

"Are they sensitive?"

"I would like to see what happens if I touch them"

"Or pinch them"

"We can put a needle through them” “no, better through her clit..."

The comments rained down and she was getting very unease. When some students stood up from their desks Emily tried to flee, but they cached her at the door. Immediately they tied her hands behind and soon after she wore a dog collar and a chain to control her.

Hands were everywhere and she couldn't fend them off.

They cupped her tits from behind and massaged them. Other hands squeezed her sweet ass. Soon hands were under her dress and fingers inside her panties.

“Lets strip her” and in less then in took to say it Miss Emily Gunn was standing naked but for her boots; tied and collared in her classroom. Gunter, the class leader, took her chain and led her to her table.

Emily felt horrible. She knew she had a nice body and was proud of it, but right now her prettiness was working against her. She instinctively knew that the more her students were teased the more she would suffer. And showing her rather prominent, naked cunt through its spare blond pubic hair was no exactly helping to calm everyone down.

“Lie on it and spread your legs we want to interact with the most sensitive parts of your system”

“No, let me alone I'm going to …ssssssssiip…. AAAaaaaaiiiiiihhhhhhh”

Gunter had hit her with a cane; a thin one, and he's a strong fellow.

To his grinning classmates he explained: The HNS works in the following way. First it informs the brain of any perception and it's the brain to process if this perception is pleasant or displeasing. If the perception is pleasant the brain longs for a repetition if not it tries to avoid the stimulus. “Am I right Miss Gunn?”

“……..”

“Do you prefer another hit with the cane or a soft fondling of your privates” he said whilst cupping her cunt with his hand.

“No, please, not………sssiip….Auuch” This time he hit weaker but the taming of their teacher was cheering the students up.

“Do you prefer another hit with the cane or a soft fondling of your privates”

“…touch me..” came a low answer. It raised applause.

Gunter thoroughly fondled her cunt. Her soft and wet parts appealed to him and after some heavy massage she was unknowingly opening her legs to grant better access.

“Come on, Miss Gunn, show us some of your brains and climb on your table” shouted a female voice followed by other asking her to show not only her brains.

To worsen things she was getting aroused by this Kafka like situation and Gunter's groping hand. Gunter tugged at her chain and she climbed her table like an obedient dog. The spectacle was heavenly. Between her round and firm cheeks her moist slit was clearly visible.

When Mr. Milwaukee and his troop entered the classroom they found a naked Miss Gunn on her fours on the desk getting a thoroughly fondling by uncountable hands.

Two hours later all of them returned with a bare Miss Gunn walking on all fours collared and chained to find an openly crying and near to insaneness Vanessa.

She had been fighting the devilish edge with all her spirit but to no avail. The edge steadily went on cutting her cunt into pieces. After only thirty minutes she gave up, she surrendered, she couldn't take any more, but there was no other place to go and nothing else to do than to stay and suffer. The minutes passed slowly for Vanessa, painfully slowly.

It was double M's strong voice asking her if she had soften up what woke her from her coma-like condition. “Or should I say ‘tenderized'?”

They freed her and took her gag out.

Gone was all her fierceness, all her spirit. She only whimpered “please, please, no more” with no fight mood in her eyes. Even when she saw her friend and colleague in her present state she showed no other emotion. And Emily's condition was to show emotion.

After making Emily climb on the desk they've started to interact with her nervous system. The most interesting parts were her cunt and tits. They probed, touched, finger fucked and made her squirm, moan, groan and cum, repeatedly cum. Nobody knows the humiliation a grown woman suffers when she is made to cum against her will and in public; and they made her cum often. She was a healthy young woman and all this ministrations added to the eroticism of her humiliation aroused her . She came and they yowled, they elongated her sex lips and viciously pinch her clit just to hear her cry and moan; they massaged and squeezed her tits till she was whimpering. Despite her efforts she reached one after another public and degrating climax.

Double M commented that the boys were clearly interested in producing positive feelings whilst the girls seemed more curious about the outcome of negative ones.

He organized two groups: One dedicated to produce sexual/positive feelings with a majority of boys; the other one dedicated to provoke displeasing ones counting with more girls. He asked to observe how the subject was dealing with both at the same time.

Gunter was the first in fucking her. If on Sunday somebody had told Emily she was going to have sexual intercourse with one of her students she would have slapped him and hard.

And now she was being fucked in front of thirty or more teenagers. Not only in front of, but by ‘cause after Gunter another boy took his place and then another one, and another.

Martina passed a needle through her left nipple and she shrieked like a stuck pig; boosting the general spirit. Bobby, who was just fucking her at that moment, commented how her cunt had squeezed his cock when she was shrieking. He described it as an awesome experience not to be missed. Martina waited for the next boy to fuck her before piercing her right one.

Poor Emily was in agony.

Even knowing how awful the hurt was didn't help to overcome it better. Again she howled and again they loved it, specially the fucking boy. With needles in both her nipples the girls looked for other sensitive places. Audrey hit a needle into Miss Gunn's tongue and to judge from the way she squirmed the place was right.

Double M suggested to ring the pierced parts, a very welcome suggestion.

“Emily, stand up and explain the benefits of the DITS to your colleague”

Miss Gunn obeyed and offered her friend a full frontal view of her abused body. Her nipples, tongue, nostrils and clit had been ringed. She looked dehumanized, an animal ready to take any abuse.

Vanessa looked at her but was still to shocked by her own nightmare to realize that this naked and mistreated body belonged to her colleague and friend, not to a war prisoner or slave.

“Vanessa, will you strip now for us or do you prefer to enjoy our Spanish Donkey, perhaps for the rest of the day?” It was not MM voice, but the horrifying meaning what made Miss Wolfensohn shiver and start again stammering “no, please, no more, no more, pleeease…”

Miss Wolfensohn stripped and underwent a heavy fondling and petting. Her students regained all their stamina in seconds seeing her proud teacher meekly obeying.

MM explained again the efficiency of the Spanish Donkey and how it works on stubborn … Bitches, he joked.

“Miss Wolfensohn, come here for me to poke in your cunt” And Vanessa went.

“Miss Wolfensohn, beg me to fuck your ass”

“Please, fuck my ass”

“ ..my whorish ass” she got corrected

“My whorish ass, please fuck my whorish ass”

Vanessa underwent every imaginable humiliation. She got fucked and did blowjobs, she practiced the 69 with Emily and both cum, to their utter humiliation.

Whilst being fucked they ordered Miss Wolfensohn to pierce her own nipple and after menacing with the Spanish Donkey she tried. She really tried. Begging and crying she jabbed a needle into her nipple once and again, but she did not succeed.

“No, please not again, OUCH it hurts, I cant, no please I obey you; I do everything, please no more donkey, OUCH, OUCH…

It was quite a sight seeing this former so conceited woman fucking herself up and down on a students cock and trying to prick a hole into her own nipple whilst begging and crying.

The girls, also affected by the class' sexual atmosphere, were openly rubbing themselves and they did not shy away when any mate touched them. Mister Milwaukee himself was openly fondling on their asses and between their legs enjoying his third blowjob from Emily.

After a whole day of torture and abuse a document was given to them.

“Sign it or ….Spanish donkey” were MM only words.

Vanessa read it and blushed. She couldn't sign this. How the devil could she come to school in tight miniskirts without underwear on public transport? How could she allow any liberty taken on her body disregarding by whom or where?

They are making her become a slut, a slave, a commodity…no she couldn't sign this.

She couldn't, but ….the Spanish Donkey.

Vanessa Wolfensohn undersigned her document.

The same as the rest of the professoriate of women faculty members now renamed as Harem.

The End