Nightmares

Nightmares

I don't want to listen, but I do. I try to distract myself, thinking of something, but I can't think of anything and I hear the soft sound, a murmuring voice, the bones of a tune as he hums, and then the words. I am so tired. It is time to sleep. I am sleepy. I feel that I am falling asleep.

... Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop ...

I am Amanda, still, but I am 15 and everyone calls me Mandy even though I don't like it. I hate this school. Everyone is so mean. I hate this stupid uniform and I hate the girls in my class. None of them like me. They are all in a kind of club together and they don't like me and they won't let me join and I don't want to be in there stupid club anyway. Now there's a special assembly. I am walking down the corridor and I don't know where everyone has gone. I am walking down the corridor to the auditorium where the assembly will be and all I can hear are my shoes clicking on the wooden floor. I feel sick, like I do before a test. I know this assembly is going to be horrible. I'm not sure how I know it but I know it I know that it's going to be awful and I am walking down this long, long corridor and the door at the end is just a door to the auditorium but I know I don't want to go in there but I know I have to. I am sweating. I can feel my white blouse get damp under my arms and I know that when I have to take off my blazer people will see the sweat on my shirt and laugh at me. I don't know why I will take off my blazer and I don't ask why I know I will but I know I will. I am at the door. I don't want to go in. I don't want to open the door but my hand is opening the door and I am walking in looking at my feet and I know I am late and I know that something bad will happen to me for being late but I know that it wouldn't have made any difference and that this assembly is only being held for something bad to happen to me and I look up and I gasp and I start to panic and I am frozen to the spot.

Everyone is looking at me. All the teachers are up on the stage and all the other girls are sitting in the plastic chairs in rows but there are boys there too a whole boys' school worth of boys and they are grinning at me and looking happy and all the girls look cruel and excited and a few people laugh. I have to go up on the stage. I stare at my feet, at my little black shoes as I walk up the aisle, and up the steps and onto the stage and I stand in the middle of the stage and it isn't until I stand in the middle of the stage that I know what happens next. Oh God!

I take off my blazer and a few people laugh, and then I untuck my shirt from my little skirt and some of the younger boys squeal with delight but all I can hear is my heart beating. I mustn't cry. If I cry they will all laugh at me, laugh at how pathetic I am. I am finished with the buttons and my shirt comes off and it is gone and then I am taking off my skirt and there is more and more noise and everyone is having so much fun watching me. And I am in just my bra and panties and I want to run and hide and never ever see anyone ever again. I just want to stop but oh god I reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and oh god ...

I look up into the crowd as my bra falls and I see the smile of the girl who hates me the most and she is looking straight into my eyes and she is so happy to see me like this. It isn't my nudity that she likes. It is my shame. And my thumbs are in the waistband of my panties and are about to pull them down and I want to die before this happens, before everybody sees my pussy but I can't and the panties are on the floor and I step out of them and I am only wearing my shoes and socks and I can't stand it and as my spread my legs to show them all my pussy I sob and then I start to weep and that is when everyone starts cheering and applauding and there is a flash of light and then another and I know the girl who hates me was the first one to start taking pictures and now they are all taking pictures of my pussy to show to everyone and put on the internet and laugh at and all I can hear over the cheering and my sobbing is the sound of that girl laughing, the clear, bright sound of her happy laughter ...

... When the wind blows, the cradle will rock ...

They are laughing at me. I am so stupid. They are laughing at me because I am stupid.

I was supposed to be teaching this class something. All these teenage boys. I was supposed to be the teacher. I am a grownup and I was supposed to be able to teach them. But I got it wrong. I got it wrong on the blackboard and now I'm not the teacher anymore and they know it.

They are supposed to punish me for being stupid. They push back their chairs from behind their desks and they laugh at me.

"I'm sorry" I say.

"That doesn't matter and you know it," one of them says.

"You have to be punished for being so stupid," says another.

"You have to be punished because you are such a worthless bitch."

"It's time for us to teach you a lesson."

"A lesson you'll remember."

And I go and lay myself over one boy's lap and I feel his adolescent cock pressing up against my belly, through his trousers. He knows I feel it and he laughs. And he pulls up my skirt and he pulls down my knickers and he starts to spank my ass.

"What a silly little bitch to make a mistake like that," he whispers, as he spanks my ass again and again, harder and harder, I until I squeal like the silly little bitch that I am.

I am so sore as I pull up my panties and move to the next boy.

"You thought you knew something worth knowing, but a dumb cunt like you can't get anything right."

My ass is on fire. He bared and now he's smacking it and it hurts so much. On to the next boy.

"You shouldn't speak, and make it clear what a moron you are. You should know that your mouth is only good for giving blowjobs."

More pain. The next boy.

"I hope you appreciate this lesson. You wouldn't want to have to repeat this class, would you?"

And the next. And the next. And the next.

When they have all spanked me I go back to my desk. I have to strip naked now, and I do, and I go up and I write on the blackboard.

"I am a stupid bitch who is only good for fucking and sucking. I belong on my back or on my knees. I am not good enough to be anything but a filthy whore."

I turn back to the class.

"What am I?" I ask.

They are all grinning as they raise their hands. I point at one of them. Everyone's hands fall back down as he stands up to answer me and I stare at the bulge in his trousers and he sees me staring and I look up at his face.

"You are a stupid bitch, ma'am," he says.

"Correct. Very good," I say and then I bend forward over my desk and he comes up to the front of the classroom and I move my legs apart and I hear him behind me, unzipping his trousers and I stare into the smirking faces of the rest of my class as his cock slides into my cunt and he rides me hard for just a few strokes and then he pulls it out and puts it in my ass. It hurts a lot, and it makes me feel worthless, but I know that I deserve it. I deserve to be fucked in the ass because I am so stupid that all I am is three holes for men to fuck. Even though he's a teenager, it takes him a long time to come and he fucks my ass hard and makes every pounding stroke hurt until he spurts his cum up into me. I get up off the desk and drop to my knees and I lick and suck him clean because that's one of the things my mouth is for and I know that I mustn't leave him with a dirty cock. He puts his dick away and goes back to his seat and I stand up, naked, facing the class, the boy's cum dripping down the crack of my ass and the inside of my thighs and I look at them.

"And what am I good for?" I ask and they all put their hands up...

... When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall ...

So much pain. How can anyone stand so much pain? I can't scream anymore. I am on the wooden horse. I have been on the horse for hours. My poor pussy crushed into the wood by my weight. I want to pass out. I want to die. My cunt feels like it is begging me to die. My cunt is so vulnerable. I never knew it could feel pain like this. I didn't know it was possible. I will never die and I will never get off this horse. I will sit here and feel the torture of the soft flesh of my pussy and cry and scream until I can't cry and scream and I will simply suffer on this hard edge, biting into my poor cunt.

A cane strikes my tits for the thousandth time. My poor defenseless tits. My arms are tied above my head and there is nothing I can do as the cane strikes my nipples. So hard. Like an explosion. Like a knife. The cane strikes my tits again and again and again. I want to scream but I can't scream because I am gagged and I can't move and I can't do anything but take it. All that I can feel or think about is the pain. So much pain. My tits can't take anymore, but they will, my tits will take this and more and more. My tits will be caned forever.

There is a spiked dildo in my ass. The only lube was chili oil and it was shoved into me and it burns and it thrusts in and out of me, tearing me and burning me and my asshole is being fucked so hard by this dildo that it feels like I can't breathe but I know I'll keep breathing and the dildo will keep slamming in and out of my stretched ass and the way I am tied I can't move I can't struggle I can't do anything but be an asshole for this dildo to fuck and abuse and hurt and it's never going to stop. My asshole is never going to be allowed to stop being fucked like this.

There are sharp clamps on me. On my body. I can't move. I can't beg. I can't take them off. They are on my earlobes and my nipples and my outer pussy-lips and my inner pussy-lips and oh God on my clit and there are weights on them and they stretch me and the skin tears but they won't ever fall off because they are too tight and sometimes they get so hot that it burns and sometimes they get so cold that it burns as well and sometimes I feel electricity flow across my body from them like liquid metal in my blood and there is no way to make my suffering stop. My agony will be forever and my God I can't believe that I can feel this much pain and not die...

... And down will come baby, cradle and all ...

When my eyes open I am drenched in sweat and I feel sick and as though I have been crying in my sleep. There are tears on my face and my mouth is dry and I am dehydrated. I sit up in bed and I take a drink of water, and I look at him. He is sitting in the chair by the bed. He is looking at me, and his face tells me nothing. I can never read him.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he says. "Did you sleep well?"

And I just stare at him, because if I try to say anything, I will scream, and if I scream, I know what he will do. I can't think of anything to say to this man.

His face is still unreadable when he says words that make my blood freeze, that flood my body with adrenaline, that make me panic, that make me want to cry forever, like a lost child.

"Do you need more sleep, Amanda? Would you like me to sing you another lullaby?"

My mouth opens and closes for a few moments before I manage to whisper the word "No."

"It's a beautiful day today, Amanda. What would you like to do on this beautiful day?"

I know that I'm going to say it. I know that I'm going to say it. God help me. It's all over. I could only take so much and I don't know how I can do anything else or what any of this means but I'm going to say it because I can't take this anymore.

"Whatever you would like to do today," I say, and I pause, and I look into his eyes which tell me nothing, "my Master."

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