Carrie Goes Camping

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: Rachel spent much of the evening outside the tent, talking and flirting with the boys lined
up there, encouraging them to think of more outrageous and inventive ways to abuse
Carrie. But she would visit the rape tent often, watching as her teacher’s young body
became slowly more striped with welts from the belts and birches thrashing her, watching
her accumulate more bruises and bite marks, and urging the lads on as they raped the slut’s
mouth, cunt and asshole. It was nice to see everyone having such a good time.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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Title: Carrie Goes Camping
Author: Skuttrusk
Content Warnings: very rough and sadistic with an ass-to-mouth element touching on scat

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My second-ever Carrie story, following directly on from Carrie Gets the Cane, but it should make perfect sense as a standalone too. Carrie is still a schoolteacher and still suffers involuntary orgasms from her mistreatment. I'd soon put a stop to that, and Carrie has been orgasm-free now for years, poor thing. This one is much more obscene, profane and violent than the first story. I had a lot of stuff to unload on the hapless girl. What she suffers here might not even be survivable irl but she's a cartoon character so she can suck up all the abuse I give her and she'll be fine in a few days. Don't waste any effort worrying about her!

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Carrie Goes Camping

Rachel had been planning the school trip all week. Not that she was officially organizing the
thing – as a sixth form schoolgirl, she was merely expected to go along on the camping trip
and learn about nature and stuff like that. What she’d been planning was a sort of
departure from the main curriculum that none of the teachers knew about. Least suspecting
of all was a pretty blonde twenty-two year old teacher called Carrie – and it was important
that the girl remain naïve and unsuspecting, because she was to be the victim of a largescale
gang rape which Rachel was organizing.

The idea of charging the boys of the sixth form – all 104 of them – a flat fee of £5 to do as
they pleased with their most attractive and vulnerable teacher, had been growing in
Rachel’s mind for some time. It would be extremely profitable for her, and more than that,
extremely satisfying. She often found herself getting wet thinking about all the nasty things
the boys would do to Miss. And her mind buzzed with thoughts of vengeance for the
injustice that Carl, the boy Rachel fancied, was more interested in the teacher than in her.

Carl had already raped Carrie, in a gang bang organized by the boys of 6B. It had been a very
successful day of rape, climaxing in Carrie getting caned by Mr Ravisham, the headmaster,
for fooling around with the eighteen-year-old schoolboys. That would all have been fine
with Rachel, except that Carl couldn’t stop talking about how sweet Carrie’s pussy was,
about how skilled she was at sucking his cock (an unusual feature of Carrie’s nature was that
when forced to suck cock, she always went about her task with a submissive eagerness), and
how agreeably tight her asshole was (it had been a very thorough raping, lasting several
hours). Rachel’s face burned with humiliation as Carl described the pleasure of abusing his
teacher. Even when Rachel had sucked his dick for him, he had told her she wasn’t as good
as Carrie – even as she was gulping down his cum. And the fact that he’d made her suck him
off, naked, on her knees, in front of his mates, made the whole thing doubly annoying. Carl’s
asshole friends, George and Jim, had asked Carl if Rachel really was inferior at sucking dick,
and he’d told them to try for themselves. So Rachel had to suck both of them off as well,
otherwise Carl would have been unhappy with her, and then she’d had to listen to them
discussing her technique and saying she was a lousy cocksucker and that Carrie was far
better.

So this revenge couldn’t come quick enough for Rachel. But the fact that she’d had to wait a
couple of week’s for the 6th form camping trip had given her plenty of time to plan. Since
Carrie would be accompanied by Mr and Mrs Ravisham, it was necessary to arrange for
them to be elsewhere when the class set up their tents and Carrie got the rough treatment
she so richly deserved. This had been tricky to arrange, but not impossible.

“Higher, higher!” shouted Rachel, directing her friend Katy, who was positioned precariously
halfway up a birch tree. Katy had been recruited into Rachel’s scheme easily enough,
because Katy always did what Rachel told her. Usually it would be Katy who got the blame
for whatever went wrong, but she was either too stupid to realize it, or else she accepted
her suffering as the price for being friends with Rachel.

Katy thought she was collecting birch twigs to beat Carrie with – Rachel having stressed the
importance of making teacher suffer, especially since she seemed to enjoy her caning from
Mr R so much. In fact, Rachel had already collected more than enough birchwood to thrash
her enemy quite thoroughly, and while she was collecting it she had also sawn away at some
of the larger branches of this tree with her pen-knife… She needed to stage a good accident
to occupy Mr and Mrs Ravisham, and Katy was the natural victim.

“It feels awfully high already,” protested Katy, meekly making her way further up the
towering tree. Rachel snickered. It wouldn’t be long now. She didn’t expect Katy to get
seriously hurt, the lower branches would slow her down – probably in an entertaining way.
“Oh, I can see the camp from here!” cried Katy, the wind bringing tears to her blinking eyes.
A short distance away, the rest of the sixth form could be seen and heard hammering tent
pegs into the ground, their flat canvas dwellings slowly rising into three-dimensional life.
Katy put her left foot on a higher branch to raise herself up for a better view.

C-RACK! And suddenly Katy was tumbling downwards, screaming.

RRRIP! Branches snagged at her school blouse (she had hung her blazer on a bush), tearing it
open. Katy felt a tug at her waist as her pleated skirt caught on another branch and was
pulled clean off.

THRASH! The protruding branches of the birch tree lashed at Katy’s bottom and thighs as
she plummeted past. She caught at passing branches but couldn’t arrest her painful
descent. Scratch marks appeared on her thighs and buttocks, to Rachel’s delight down
below. Rips opened up in her white regulation panties as the birch twigs slashed harshly at
her.

“Oooooowww!” Katy cried out as a sharp pain struck her right between the legs. Her
descent slowed considerably, and she quickly caught a couple of sturdy branches, holding
herself in position. She looked down at Rachel, who was staring at her in gleeful
amazement.

Rachel couldn’t believe how well it had worked. This would get Katy taken away to see the
school nurse -- at least – but it also would be so entertaining! The fall had ripped most of
Katy’s school uniform off. Her panties hung from one leg, her blouse was a series of thin
tattered strips, and as she hung there, muscles straining, her brassiere, damaged by the
lashing of the branches, popped loose and let her pert young breasts popped out. Katy’s
firm young body was perfectly displayed, and decorated with several long scratches and
weals from the birch twigs. Poor Katy was quite unable to cover herself, as she was clinging
to the tree for dear life.

But best of all was the incident that had stopped her descent. A large up-raised branch, it’s
tip broken off by some previous event, had jammed, phallus-like, into poor Katy’s virgin
pussy, sinking a good six inches of rough bark into the unwilling girl. Her bare legs hung
down on either side of the intrusive limb, unable to find any footing. Only by clinging to the
tree and straining every muscle could Katy prevent deeper penetration.

Rachel looked about and saw one or two kids collecting firewood.

“Hey! Come quick, Katy’s fucking a tree!”

“Nooooo!” cried Katy, mortified. She was the kind of girl who kept a towel wrapped round
herself when changing after sports. The thought of being seen like this by her fellow pupils
was mortifying. She slipped a little and another inch of branch slid up her aching cunt.
Laughing and pointing, a dozen or so kids ran over to see Katy losing her virginity to a birch
tree. Nobody took any pity on her, they were too taken with the novelty and fun of the
spectacle, snapping pictures with their phones and making lewd comments about her
anatomy. Several of them shouting instructions as to how Katy might get herself off –
“Wiggle your hips! Rub your clit against the bark!”

Rachel ran off to tell the others, reluctantly leaving the scene of her triumph. It would be
best if everybody could see before Mr and Mrs R found out.

By the time she got back, Katy was even more deeply impaled on the branch, and a couple
of boys had lifted one of their friends up on their shoulders so her could reach her. Not,
however, with any intention of helping: swaying about just level with her pelvis, the cheeky
youngster moistened a finger in his mouth and poked it up poor Katy’s defenceless asshole.

“Aaaah! Noooo!” cried the poor lass, beside herself. At that moment, one of the girls let
loose a pellet from her catapult, stinging Katy’s round right buttock. She squealed, kicked
out, and the boys tumbled to the ground in a heap. From then on it was target practice –
there were several catapults in the growing crowd, and Katy’s ass made a delectable subject
for them. It was agreed that a direct hit on her asshole would count as a bullseye.

“What’s all this?” It was Mr Ravisham, striding up to spoil the fun. But just as he arrived, a
bullseye was scored, zapping Katy’s rectum with a speeding stone, which felt like a wasp-
sting to the helpless victim. Yelping, Katy lost her grip on the tree and slipped further down,
the branch ramming up her poor puss, until she met a Y-junction in the tree limb – a short
spike of branch jutting from the main limb arrested her fall, by the simple measure of
jabbing up her already aching anus. Two inches of rough wood disappeared from view
while, by Rachel’s calculation, at least nine inches were deeply embedded in the poor little
bitch’s cunny.

A cheer from the assembled sixth form. Katy dangled, her whole weight resting upon her
holes and the sensitive tissue between them.

Mr Ravisham sprang into action. A rescue operation was mounted. A ladder and saw were
fetched from a nearby farm (Rachel volunteered to go, with a couple of friends, taking their
time and picking up a few things that might be useful later (during the rape). When they
strolled back, bringing a few labourers from the farm for help with the ladder, Mr R
mounted the ladder and began sawing through Katy’s sole support. Below her, Mrs R,
Carrie, and the labourers stretched a blanket to catch her.

The whole event had been most entertaining. But the best part, for Rachel, was the way the
saw affected Katy. The vibrations as it cut through her wooden assailant travelled deep
inside her, causing her to squirm and sweat. As Mr Ravisham worked away, it became
obvious to everyone except him what was happening. He was going to give Katy her first Gspot
orgasm. Katy was already mortified about being naked, and penetrated, in public view.

Now she was going to be forced to come in front of the crowd. She tried covering her face in
her hands, but she really needed both hands to keep her balance.

CRACK! The saw cut through enough of the branch for the rest to snap and with a gasp Katy
toppled into the waiting blanket, bouncing several times as the orgasm swept through her,
her back arching, her hands flailing, her eyes rolling back in her head. When she had
recovered herself she found she was lying on the ground with a lot of people looking at her.
She covered her face.

Mr Ravisham refused to allow the branch to be removed from Katy’s body, contesting that
this was a job for a qualified doctor, because who knows what complications there could
be? So Katy was laid out in the back of Mr R’s car, the end of the branch protruding from the
open window, and Mr and Mrs R drove off to get medical assistance.

Carrie was left in charge.

In charge… Rachel was pleased it had gone so well. There had been considerable sport in
Katy’s humiliation, but that would be nothing compared to what that blonde cunt was going
to face…

It was possible that Katy would realize Rachel had sabotaged the tree and caused her
embarrassing accident, although Rachel was sure Katy was too stupid to think of that, but
she wasn’t too worried either way. Katy might harbour a grudge, but after Rachel delivered
up their most attractive teacher to gang rape by the boys of the sixth form, she would be
the most popular girl in school.

Carrie’s heart sank as she watched the Ravishams drive off. Now she was left in sole charge
of two hundred teenaged boys and girls, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep
discipline. But here came Rachel, smiling…

“Miss, could you have a look in this tent? It’s sagging strangely and I’m not sure we’ve put it
up right."

Rachel had it all worked out. She intended to turn a profit on this deal, and so the only way
to do that was to enlist a few of the girls. Girls she could trust. They would subdue teacher
and offer her up to the boys, to do with as they liked, for a fee. Marie and Sue were well
known to Rachel as closet lesbians, and she knew they would relish the job of grabbing,
stripping and holding their favourite teacher down. They’d love to do a lot more than that,
but they still didn’t feel brave enough to “come out” all the way. Watching Carrie get fucked
would be a turn-on for them, and they wouldn’t have to commit any further than they
wanted. Of course, if they felt like joining in and raping Carrie too, Rachel had no objections.

Carrie entered the tent, which looked perfectly normal, and saw two more girls, Sue and
Marie, sitting smiling at her.

“Come in, miss.”

“This looks fine, girls,” said Carrie, scanning the interior.

“No, really, it’s all lopsided,” said Rachel, shoving her forward. “You have to come into the
middle…”

Carrie stepped further in, and Rachel closed the tent flaps behind them. Now the only light
was filtered through the canvas tent, a heavy orangey glow.

Sue grabbed one leg, Marie the other, and Rachel grabbed Carrie’s wrists, bearing her down
to the ground. The girls sat on their victim, who squirmed delightfully beneath them –

“What are you doing, girls, this is mmmff mmff--” protested the curvaceous blonde victim,
her protests muffled by Sue’s ample bottom, which thrust into her face.

Rachel produced three sets of scissors, and shared them out. She wanted Carrie stripped
completely naked, and she didn’t want a single scrap of clothing left for later. It was
important to make the rape as humiliating as possible. Sue and Marie agreed that this was
an excellent plan. So snip snip snip they went, gradually uncovering more of the struggling
young woman’s pale skin. Holes appeared in Carrie’s blouse, through which her large
breasts bulged in their brassiere. Carrie’s stockings were soon reduced to shreds, and her
skirt slit up to the hip.

Snip snip snip, Rachel felt the most intense excitement. Marie pulled off Carrie’s skirt
altogether, her blouse came off in several pieces, and she was left in her bra, panties and
suspenders. Sue and Marie’s hands roved freely over their captive.

“Please, girls! Stop that! Oooh!” cried the blonde bitch. Rachel couldn’t wait to see teacher’s
face as the first stiff cock rammed home. As Marie ground her thigh between Carrie’s legs,
Rachel clapped a hand hard over the prisoners mouth and snipped the scissors threateningly
before her.

“Behave, miss, or I’ll have to give you a haircut.” She cut a lock of blonde hair off to the side
of Carrie’s face to show she meant business. “You wouldn’t want the boys to see you bald as
well as naked, would you?” Carrie’s eyes bulged at the word “naked”, and Sue and Marie
giggled.

Rachel moved the scissors down to Carrie’s bra. Pushing the blades through the fabric, she
hacked away at the material around the nipples, until she had turned the bra into a crude
peephole job. Carrie’s pink nipples poked through, stiffening in the cool evening air. Rachel
stroked the swollen buds thoughtfully with the scissor blades.

“Now for down below,” she said to the girls, who wasted no time in hauling Carrie’s legs
very wide apart indeed, and inserting one blade of scissor into her panties. Carrie flinched as
she felt the cold steel on her cunt lips. Snip! The gusset was cut away and her panties joined
her suspender belt as a mere useless strand of cloth around her hips.

A couple more snips and the belt, panties and bra joined the pile of tattered clothing lying to
one side. Rachel got up, as her friends restrained Carrie. “There’s one more thing to make
you ready for the boys, miss,” the naughty schoolgirl purred, and from her blazer pocket she
produced a tube of Heat Rub. It was the strongest kind available, and was intended to
soothe pains in strained muscles by provoking a tingly, burning sensation. A warning on the
label told customers to avoid sensitive areas. This was a warning Rachel did not intend to
heed.

Squeezing a generous dose of the white cream onto the first two fingers of her right hand,
she approached the squirming Carrie, who eyed the ointment with alarm. Lovingly, but
firmly, Rachel applied the preparation to Carrie’s left nipple, taking care to rub it well into
the skin. The effect was speedy: the nipple began to redden and swell, and Carrie stared at it
in horror.

“Oh… that’s hot!” she whispered.

“You said it,” smirked Rachel, repeating the process with Carrie’s right nipple. Soon the
moaning slut was gazing at her throbbing, inflamed nipples, whose fiery tingling was
wreaking havoc with her nervous system. But Rachel wasn’t finished with her whore of a
teacher yet.

“Spread her legs,” she instructed her hench-girls, and squirted another blob of ointment
onto her fingertips. In a trice, Carrie’s milky thighs were parted, and her sweet pussy lay
exposed and vulnerable.

“Just to make you ready for the boys, when they come,” smiled Rachel, advancing upon
Carrie’s tender twat. And she rubbed the Heat Rub into Carrie’s clitoris. The effect was
instantaneous this time. The clit itself swelled and bulged from its little hood, as if desperate
to meet the tormenting fingers. And Carrie gasped in instant pain-pleasure turmoil.

“Ahhhh! It burns! Ooooohhh… stop it… please… it hurts!”

But Rachel did not stop until the Heat Rub had been totally smeared into her victim’s
rosebud. She would have liked to slather Carrie’s entire cunt in the burning stuff, but that
would hardly be fair on the lads who would shortly be raping her. Maybe later.

“One last touch,” said Rachel, winking at the girls. She took a couple of bulldog clips from
her pocket, and attached them to Carrie’s aching tits. The metal jaws bit firmly into the
vulnerable titties, and Carrie cried out. Rachel slapped her face.

“No noise. You’ll have plenty to yowl about later, slut.” Then she turned to Sue and Marie.

“I’ll just get rid of these rags,” she said. “You girls keep miss warm while I’m away. Won’t be
long.” And, picking up the slashed panties, she balled them up and thrust them into Carrie’s
mouth. As Carrie mmffed and mmngffed, Rachel slipped out of the tent, leaving the girls a
chance to get better acquainted with the helpless nude before them.

Outside, a few of the boys had got a bonfire going and were toasting marshmallows. Rachel
joined them, holding up each of Carrie’s stolen garments. A cheer greeted the blouse, the
skirt, the bra… and each item went into the fire.

A rape, especially one involving 104 boys, must be well organised, and Rachel had more help
lined up. Natasha, a slim, dark-haired girl with no tits but a wicked smile, was going to run
the cashbox, supervised by Rachel. They positioned themselves at the entrance to the tent,
where a queue was forming already. Each boy would pay five pounds for the privilege of
raping Carrie. Rachel knew she could charge more, but she had to strike a balance between
raw profit and maximum humiliation. At some point in the night it would be fun to tell
Carrie just what she was worth.

For five pounds, each boy got not only an initial session, where he could do just what he
liked, no limits, but he could come back later in the night, if there was any free time, and
rape Carrie again, for free. Although they would have to return to catch the coach back to
school in the morning, that still left a whole evening and night, and Rachel expected that
each boy could probably fuck Carrie three or more times, especially if they didn’t stand on
ceremony and took her several at a time. Which was likely.

In addition to simple rape, there was also Carrie’s painslut side to consider. Everyone in the
school had heard her orgasm as Mr Ravisham caned her bare bottom – not to mention her
pussy and breasts. So it was part of the deal that the boys could hurt Carrie too. Rachel had
obtained a variety of implements to make this possible, and she was quite sure some of the
boys would have brought their own tools too. Outside the rape tent, Rachel positioned a
cardboard box containing leather belts, ping-pong paddles, an extendable metal car aerial, a
bundle of birch twigs, crocodile clips, a dog leash, her set of pointed dividers, a cigarette
lighter, and a long, thick church candle. Hot wax might turn out to be something Carrie
couldn’t help but enjoy, and if not, then the shaft could always be used to stretch one or
other of her holes. Or both. Rachel fully intended to discover all Carrie’s limits, and violate
every one of them.

The first three boys paid their money, took a selection of implements from the “toybox,”
and vanished into the tent. Soon the merry sounds of thrashing, screaming, grunting,
sobbing, and inventive verbal abuse were ringing out into the evening air. Fourteen hours
until dawn.

Rachel spent much of the evening outside the tent, talking and flirting with the boys lined
up there, encouraging them to think of more outrageous and inventive ways to abuse
Carrie. But she would visit the rape tent often, watching as her teacher’s young body
became slowly more striped with welts from the belts and birches thrashing her, watching
her accumulate more bruises and bite marks, and urging the lads on as they raped the slut’s
mouth, cunt and asshole. It was nice to see everyone having such a good time.

But when Carl, the boy Rachel was obsessed with, entered the tent (alone: his status in
school was such that he could have the victim to himself for twenty minutes if he so
desired), Rachel had to see the whole thing. She wanted to make sure he made Carrie
suffer.

“What do you want?” asked Carl.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” said Rachel, squirming slightly. “Just checking to see everything’s going
well.”

“Want to help out?” said Carl, casually.

“Oh yes! Anything,” Rachel responded quickly.

“Well, you can. Look at the state of this bitch.”

For the first time since coming in, Rachel tore her eyes away from Carl to peruse the
helpless teacher spread out on the floor. By this time, twenty-one boys had fucked Carrie,
and she was something of a mess. While many cocks had spurted their load inside her holes,
many others had withdrawn from whatever orifice they were raping and squirted Carrie
right in the face, over the tits or ass, or elsewhere. Marking their territory, thought Rachel.

“She is a bit messy,” giggled Rachel.

“Well, clean her up for me, can’t you?”

Rachel immediately went to leave, but Carl grabbed her wrist, firmly.

“Where you going?”

“To get some water.”

“No. Clean her up with your tongue.”

“I-”

“Come on. Lick the spunk off her. Make her skin shiny and clean. It’s about all you’re good
for.”

Marie and Sue, still holding Carrie down, giggled as Carl shoved Rachel on top of the
restrained blonde. Her face flushed with shame, Rachel knew she would have to obey. She
wanted to please Carl, wanted him to appreciate her, wanted to make his rape of Carrie a
fantastic experience he would be grateful for.

Carrie was flat on her back, with Rachel straddling her. The blonde’s face was smeared with
sperm. Tentatively, reluctantly, Rachel extended her tongue and licked a gooey strand from
the blonde’s cheek. She’d tasted cum before, of course, sucking off Carl and his mates. She
lapped away, cleaning Carrie’s lips and cheeks and throat. As she licked lower, she started to
feel strange. Sue and Marie were staring intently at her, their breathing sounding loud in the
enclosed tent. Rachel’s ass was raised as she lowered her face between Carrie’s big breasts
and sucked at the cum pooling in her cleavage. Rachel felt Carl raising her skirt and placing
his hand on her buttocks.

She run her pointed little red tongue all the way up Carrie’s cleavage, sucking up the thick
clotted man-juice collected there. Then, gripping the big ripe tits in her small hands, she
worked her tongue over them, cleaning the slime from the bulging flesh. Her mouth
descended a nipple, sucking it clean until it glistened. Then the other nipple. Carrie
repressed a gasp of pleasure.

Marie and Sue were scarlet-faced. Clutching at themselves, as Rachel descended, tonguing
the cum from Carrie’s belly. A couple of droplets gathered in the girl’s navel were sucked
out. Carrie’s tummy quivered. Then Rachel started on her teacher’s milky thighs. She felt
Carl pulling her panties down. She could feel his gaze directed right between her legs. She
knew she was soaking.

“Enough!” snapped Carl. “Turn her over.”

Sue and Marie came to their senses, removing their fingers from their hot pussies, and took
hold of Carrie, turning her onto her front. Those big tits squashed against the floor of the
tent.

“Lift your ass, miss,” instructed Carl, and Carrie found herself obeying his authoritative
voice. He was in charge here. She wriggled up onto her elbows and knees, with Sue and
Marie still pinning her wrists down.

Rachel found herself staring at Carrie’s rounded rump, which was smeared with sperm like
her front had been. Her pussy, red and sore from all the raping it had already endured, was
wet with cream. Likewise her abused little asshole. Rachel felt Carl’s hand on the back of her
head, fingers knotted in her hair, pushing her forward, and knew what was expected of
her…

She ran her tongue up Carrie’s thigh, gathering the thickening stream of cum that oozed
from the slut’s abused cunt-hole. She had never been this close to another girl’s pussy. And
then her face was buried right in the warmth of Carrie’s slit, and thick cum was pouring from
that red opening into Rachel’s mouth, as she forced herself to run her tongue up and down
the fleshy aperture and encourage the sperm to ooze forth.

Carl began to spank her rhythmically to encourage her tongue-work. There was so much
white goo inside Carrie, and she’s only been raped twenty times… imagine what a mess
she’d be when the whole sixth form had used and abused her! Rachel buried her nose in
Carrie’s ass and sucked hard, gulping down the stickly juices as they ran out into her mouth.
Finally the supply began to subside, as Carrie’s cunt was drained. But Rachel’s ordeal wasn’t
over.

“Now her asshole,” smirked Carl, pulling Rachel back by the hair and then thrusting her face
first between the teacher’s ass-cheeks. Rachel obeyed, still hoping to please Carl with her
submission. Carrie’s bum-hole was very soft, having been pierced by so many stiff pricks,
and Rachel found her tongue sliding into it with ease. Within, all was wet and sticky.

Working her tongue around inside the puckered opening, she licked the sperm coating the
anal lining, as Carrie moaned and sobbed helplessly.

“Come on, miss. I know you’ve got an asshole full of spunk. Push it out into her filthy slut
mouth,” whispered Carl, loud enough for Rachel to hear, not to mention Sue and Maria,
who both sniggered. And Carrie obeyed, pushing out with her bowels to make the several
loads of semen deposited within her ass gush at once out, filling poor Rachel’s mouth with
thick, creamy, salty fluid. The ass-cum had a different flavour to it from the pussy-cum,
Rachel realized, as she gulped it down as best she could. She knew what that flavour was…

Carrie continued to void her bowels of cum, right into Rachel’s mouth, and Rachel continued
to drink the thick sperm down, encouraging the flow with swirling movements of the tongue
inside Carrie’s ass. Finally the flow slowed to a trickle, which Rachel was easily able to lap
up. Carrie’s sperm enema had been entirely swallowed by the schoolgirl who arranged it.

And then Carl was pushing Rachel roughly aside as he mounted Carrie and began raping her
with vigorous thrusts, delighting in the pain her could cause her tender twat.

“Have you got a pair of pliers?” he asked Rachel over his shoulder as he rammed his cock
into Carrie’s poor pussy.

“What for?” asked Rachel, her loins ablaze with lust, her face hot with shame.

“To torture this bitch with, of course. You really are a stupid little cunt, aren’t you? Good
thing I brought mine,” said Carl, producing a set of needle-nose pliers from one pocket. Still
fucking Carrie hard, he gripped her left nipple with the pliers and simultaneously squeezed
and twisted. Hard.

Driving his prick firmly into his squirming victim, Carl began alternately raping her with hard,
deep strokes, and violently twisting each nipple in turn between the jaws of the pliers.

Looking over his shoulder as he made Carrie scream and gasp, he snarled at Rachel, “Want
to make yourself useful? Lick my balls and ass while I ream teacher.”

Rachel didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping to her knees she began eagerly running her
tongue from Carl’s balls up to the crack of his ass. She could see his cock driving into Carrie’s
sore pussy again and again, and even dared to run her tongue over the shaft, slick with
pussy juice. Carrie was extremely wet, evidently responding in spite of herself to the vicious
abuse. Carl yanked on each nipple in turn, savouring the way her face screwed up in agony
as he twisted and squeezed. Carrie’s tits would be black and blue by the morning!

Carrie gasped and pleaded for mercy, but there was something in her voice that betrayed
her: pleasure and pain were closely related symptoms in her, perhaps a result of all the
times her young body had been defiled. Sexuality and shame were interchangeable in her
mind, and she expected humiliation at every turn. Now a fire was building in her as Carl
savagely reamed her aching pussy, and tugged nastily at her tits with the cruel metal pliers.

Carrie felt a terrible orgasm building within her.

Carl, for his part, knew exactly how much pain to give Carrie with her pleasure, and he also
knew that half the fun was to take her to the brink of total submission and then inflict a
greater amount of pain than the poor girl could bear. To this end, as he increased the speed
of his thrusts and felt the ravished teacher’s cunt begin to spasm around his shaft, he
suddenly pulled out and without warning rammed the whole length of his cock into Carrie’s
tender asshole. An instant later, just as the poor girl was drawing a deep breath in order to
scream, he transferred the pliers from nips to clit, and bit down hard on that sensitive
protuberance, turning Carrie’s intended scream into a vibrato yowl or orgasmic agony.

Rachel thrust her tongue as deep as she could into Carl’s ass to feel his body twitch as his
own orgasm took hold. His asshole tightened around her slippery tongue and she could
almost feel the sperm pouring from his twitching dick into the schoolteacher’s burning butt.
Retracting her tongue, she moved back and watched, frigging herself ferociously, as she saw

Carl’s dick pistoning in and out of Carrie’s inflamed anus, and the pliers chewing and
twisting at her engorged clitoris…

Even when Carl had spurted the last of his load, he did not immediately relax his grip on the
pliers crushing Carrie’s clit – why let the slut off lightly? – but lay atop her, feeling his cock
shrink within her tight little puckered hole, as her body pulsed beneath him, wracked by
sobs. Then he at last released her tortured rosebud, withdrew his dripping cock, and offered
it to Rachel to lick off. The dirty little schoolgirl threw herself on his stinking prick and
sucked it until it glistened.

Carl held the pliers before her, letting them glint. “I bet you’d love me to use these on you,
bitch.”

Rachel nodded eagerly, hypnotized by the glistening instrument of torture, the shiny jaws
wet with Carrie’s juice.

“Dream on, cunt,” laughed Carl, dropping the pliers on the floor beside his naked teacher,
and strolled cheerfully from the rape tent.

Rachel looked at the naked, abused figure lying before her, and knew that nothing Carrie
had suffered so far would be nearly enough. She reached for her own little torture kit…

Carrie lay there, her whole body throbbing with what could be pain or pleasure, she could
no longer tell. After twenty-one rapes, with multiple thrashings and other forms of torture
thrown in to prevent the experience becoming in any way monotonous, her whole
metabolism was geared to extremes of torture and submission. She could barely gasp a

“No…” as she saw Rachel pulling on a rubber glove.

“Don’t worry, miss, I’m not sticking my fingers into any of your filthy holes. This is just so I
can safely handle the stinging nettles.”

Carrie’s eyes, bleary with tears and suffering, opened wide as Rachel approached bearing a
handful of green leaves.

“Hold her down, you bitches, this is really going to sting,” smiled Rachel. Sue and Marie
grabbed Carrie’s arms and legs and pinned her to the ground as Rachel straddled the
helpless blonde.

“First, those big dumb tits of yours, I think,” said Rachel, waving the leaves back and forth in
front of her prisoner’s terrified face. Then, with a gently waft, she brushed the tips of the
foliage lightly across Carrie’s already-abused nipples. Carrie whimpered, feeling the prickly
heat rush into her breasts, making them swell even more. Around and around she swirled
the venomous plants, in bugger circles taking in the whole of Carrie’s tender areolae, then
the rest of her breasts. Rachel laughed in delight as the pale skin turned red and fiery. She
pinched the tit-flesh a few times, taking pleasure in her vulnerable prey’s cries of torment.

Dissatisfied with what she could achieve with her fingers and fingernails (though clawing
those big titties, leaving white stripes on the pink skin, was fun), she picked up Carl’s pliers
and set to work pinching and twisting not just the nipples, as he had done, but the soft flesh
of the breasts themselves, especially the bulging undersides.

Sue and Marie watched open-mouthed and awe-struck.

“Okay, for this next part we’re definitely going to need the pegs,” declared Rachel.

Carrie’s mind reeled – she had no idea what fresh torture was in store for her. But Rachel
had already agreed with her co-conspirators that at a certain level of viciousness, it would
be necessary to stake their pet pain-slut to the ground, so that she couldn’t wriggle. The
girls could hold their teacher down for rape and the ordinary sort of cruelty, but some of
what Rachel had planned went considerably beyond that. And now she was planning to go
beyond even those plans.

Four tent pegs were duly driven into the ground, as Carrie watched in tremulous horror, and
ropes were bound to the naked slut’s wrists and ankles, holding her in a vulnerable
spreadeagled position, her cunt in particular exposed to whatever Rachel had in mind.

What she had in mind, for now, was more nettles. Crouching between Carrie’s exposed
thighs, she dangled the nettles above the squirming young woman’s tummy, as if they were
mistletoe and she were asking for a kiss. Lowering the leaves little by little, she touched
them to the quivering midriff, causing Carrie to cry out, then drew them lovingly
downwards, playfully circling the navel twice, to the blonde bush of pubic hair. The lightest
of caresses through the pubes, then she withdrew the leaves before they could touch her
captive’s bruised clit.

“Now that I have your complete attention…” said Rachel, and started to stroke the leaves
upwards from the back of Carrie’s left knee. A red stripe was starting to glow on Carrie’s
belly, and soon another was appearing on her leg, rising up her thigh, moving inwards
towards the lips of her glistening, abused cunt. Again, Rachel flicked the leaves away before
they could do serious damage to their ultimate target, though this time she did allow them
to just brush lightly against the outer labia. Carrie shrieked.

“Oh God, please, stop it, I can’t bear it!”

Then it was time to repeat the process in the right leg, with Carrie sobbing the whole time.
Rachel got sick of the noise by the time she had flicked the leaves across Carrie’s pussy lips,
a bit harder this time, and asked Marie to fetch the ball gag.

A ball gag is not something readily found in most schools, even Ravisham High, but in this
case one had been improvised. A tennis ball had been twice punctured and a thin leather
belt threaded through the holes. The ball would have been two big for Carrie’s mouth, but
in its punctured for it was more flexible, and Marie could cram it between Carrie’s pleading
lips with ease. Sue fastened the straps at the back, and Carrie could now only moan. Robbed
of the power of speech, exposed and paralysed by the ropes, Carrie was now reduced to
womanhood in its purest state, a fleshy body ready to receive whatever sensation came its
way: a captive cunt.

Now Rachel returned her attention to Carrie’s defenceless pussy, moving the agonizing
nettles towards the fleshy lips with a tickling motion. Delicately she stroked Carrie’s
sensitive lips and clit, up and down and from side to side, watching with pleasure as Carrie’s
cunt opened like a flower as the irritant poison swelled her genitals. Carrie squirmed in her
bonds, keening and perspiring but otherwise quite powerless. For long minutes, Rachel
tormented the reddening cunt, then finally, feeling she had achieved all she could in this
way, she took a fresh leaf and thrust it all the way inside Carrie’s wet hole. Carrie screamed,
as best she could through the ball gag, and arched her back, lifting her whole body off the
ground. It was great fun.

Realizing she was just short of perfection, Rachel untied one of Carrie’s ankles and moved it
so that Carrie’s legs were crossed and she was forcibly rolled onto her left hip, exposing her
buttocks. Carrie moaned as her swollen and burning sex lips were pressed together between
her thighs, but with Sue to hold her in position, she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Rachel now resumed her slow tickling, but this time the area of interest was Carrie’s
asshole, which she wanted to make as sore and swollen as her cunt. This she achieved,
paying close attention to the space between the two holes as well. Finally, she rolled a fresh
leaf into a ball and jammed it up the sobbing blonde’s ass, to make sure she was burning
with agony inside as well as out.

“What’s keeping you – bloody hell!” It was Jim, one of the sixth form boys, impatiently
popping his head through the tent flaps and then gazing in wonderment at the sight of
Rachel, with three rubber-gloved fingers shoved deep inside Carrie’s crimson asshole.
Rachel turned and winked at Jim – she’d always liked him, he was a good sort.

Scooping the leaves from Carrie’s burning holes (they’d done their work, and the victim now
felt as if fireworks were being set off in her pussy and ass), Rachel invited Jim to join the fun
for a minute. “I’m just making sure she’s tender enough to really appreciate everything the
next seventy-nine boys are going to do to her,” she said excitedly. Jim hurried in and
squatted down with Rachel between Carrie’s spread legs, as Sue re-tied the girl’s right ankle.

“Sue, go outside and keep the boys happy until we’re done,” suggested Rachel. The sounds
outside the tent were getting rowdy.

“Oh, but –” began Sue, unwilling to miss any of the fun, and somewhat afraid of the horny
mob gathered outside.

“Oh, be a good sport,” encouraged Jim. “They’ve been waiting ages.”

Reluctantly, Sue trudged from the tent, stealing a backward glance as Rachel opened her
torture kit and removed a mousetrap. Then, a boy’s hand grabbed her hair and with a slight

“Eek!” she was yanked from the rape tent.

“First, the demonstration,” said Rachel, setting the old-fashioned trap and placing it on
Carrie’s chest. Her breathing, heavy and desperate, caused the trap to rise and fall rapidly
along with her flushed tits.

Rachel then took a pencil and approached the trap. SNAP! The trap flew into the air as it
sprung closed, taking the tip of the pencil clean off.

“A success!” cried Rachel, clapping her hands. “I tightened the spring to make it a bit more
vicious. Now for the human subject.” And, re-setting the trap, she thrust it straight at

Carrie’s swollen, burning and very tender left nipple.

SNAP! The trap closed and Carrie’s eyes bulged in shock as the steel wire imprisoned her
nipple against the wooden board. The trap hung there, bouncing, as Carrie’s body bucked
and thrashed in agony, held down securely by her bonds but unable to keep from random
spasming as the agony coursed from her tit to her brain.

SNAP! The inevitable second trap closed on Carrie’s right nipple, so she now had two
humorous adornments suspended from her aching tits. Rachel stared in joy at the suffering
slut’s paroxysms, while Marie and Jim rolled on the ground laughing at the spectacle of the
naked blonde wriggling about trying to shake the traps from her bouncing titties.

“Fan-fucking-tastic!” exclaimed Rachel, very pleased with the results. Then, knowing the
abuse needed a final touch, she stood, so her hair brushed against the nylon roof, and drew
back her foot. It was very important that Carrie should not just be humiliated by her gang
rape, but that every thrust should cause her the maximum discomfort.

With a firm kick, Rachel drove the toe of her shiny school shoe into Carrie’s fleshy cunt.

“Mmmf!” protested Carrie, pointlessly. Marie continued to find this hilarious, but Jim fell
silent, awed by the sight of one girl kicking another hard in the pussy.

A second kick added force to the first, the hard leather toe of the shoe almost disappearing
into Carrie’s wet slit. Rachel drew back for a third attempt, swinging her foot as hard as she
could into her target. Droplets of pussy juice spattered Marie and Jim’s faces as they
crouched close to get a better look.

“Outstanding!” declared Jim, jumping up and kissing Rachel on the mouth.

“Just a beginning,” smirked Rachel, pushing him away. “Aren’t you pretty good on the rugby
pitch? Come on, I’ve seen you kick that ball two thirds of the way up the field.”

Jim shrugged, “I guess so. I’d need to take a run up though.”

“Then do it. We can open the tent flaps so everyone can see. I want you to ram that boot so
far up her cunt-hole she’ll have to dig it out with a fucking shoe-horn.”

Marie and Rachel promptly pinned back the tent-flaps to allow the gathered crowd an
unobstructed view of the festivities. A cheer went up when the boys all saw Carrie spread
out so deliciously before them. Jim leaned in close to his target and said, in a loud whisper
everyone could hear, “You’re going to be very grateful for those ropes holding you down,
miss, because I’m going to boot your fanny so hard you’d end up in the lake,” which
provoked laughter and applause from the throng.

Meanwhile, Marie was kneeling at Carrie’s head, and leaned over to tug at the mousetraps
still appended to the sobbing slut’s tits. Intriguingly, the springs were so tight that no
amount of pulling seemed set to remove them, so Marie amused herself by yanking and
twisting the traps, stretching Carrie’s tits out into taut cones.

As Jim backed away about ten feet, Rachel noticed that Sue, whom she had sent out to
tame the crowd, had herself fallen victim to their enthusiasm. A group of boys had her down
on her elbows and knees, gripping her firmly in place. Apparently they were engaged in an
experiment to see how many fingers they could insert into the sobbing young lesbian.
George, a stout boy with quite big, meaty hands, had managed to cram four fingers into her
tight pussy, and Janice, a Chinese girl, was licking her fingers in preparation for forcing as
many as she could up the girl’s tight virginal anus.

Since Sue’s protests were getting rather loud, Rachel quickly slipped off one of the rubber
gloves she’d used to apply nettles to Carrie’s privates, and popped the balled-up latex into
Sue’s crying mouth. The second glove she stretched and wrapped around Sue’s head, taut
rubber entering her mouth to keep the first glove in place. Of course, the glove was strongly
flavoured with both Carrie’s cunt and her asshole, but Rachel doubted very much if Sue
would object to that. Patting the girl on the bottom as Janice rudely probed three fingers
into Sue’s painfully tight ring, Rachel turned her attention back to Jim.

Sprinting up to the rape tent, Jim planted his football boot firmly into Carrie’s hapless cunt,
causing her whole body to lift off the ground. Only the tethers attaching her to the tent pegs
kept her from flying away, as Jim had suggested. A vast cheer went up, as Carrie’s abused
slit swelled up visibly, and the poor girl rolled her head from side to side in mute agony.

“Great, that should make sure she’ll feel every thrust you guys give her!” declared Rachel.

“Have fun with her, and remember to make the whore suffer: we know how she loves it.
You can take the ball-gag out of her slut mouth as long as you find something to put in its
place,” she winked. Six boys, including Jim, crammed into the rape tent, as Rachel went off
in search of her own tent, where she intended to frig herself to a delicious orgasm.

Passing Sue, she noticed that George and Janice now had a whole hand shoved deep into
each of her holes. Moaning through her rubber glove gag, Sue seemed torn between utter
degradation and delicious orgasm, as Janice tweaked her clitoris with her free hand and

George slapped her bare buttocks, leaving large red hand-prints on the pale flesh.
Still thinking of the taste of Carl’s ass and balls, Rachel hurried on, imagining sucking his
cock, or taking him between her thighs as he twisted her nipples with his pliers. A scream
from Carrie in the distance suggested that somebody was doing just that to her.
- and then somebody was on top of Rachel, bearing her to the muddy ground. Two, or was it
three, or was it now four lads, their arousal past the point of control, apparently intended to
skip the queue, as it were, by satisfying their animal desires with Rachel rather than the
designated fuck-object. As a cock thrust between Rachel’s startled lips, and others took their
place at the openings of her virgin pussy and ass, Rachel wondered what exactly she had got
herself into…

The next morning, Rachel was a little sore and rueful, but there was still much to be done.

Carrie had lost consciousness sometime around 6am, the boys thought, so they had left her
a little time to recover. Now it was time to begin the second stage of her humiliation.

Rachel heard a little about the night’s proceedings from some of the boys (she couldn’t be
sure if any of them were among the lads who’d jumped her in the dark, which felt weird.
Which of their cocks had she taken?

When Rachel left Carrie after kicking her cunt, the young teacher still had 79 eager boys to
relieve. It seemed that they’d all had their fun with her, some more than once. Apart from
simply raping her, they had also continued abusing her in other ways, to keep things lively.

Bearing in mind Rachel’s advice to make Carrie suffer, they had found one boy, Steve,
whose aim with a thin leather belt was extraordinary. He could lash Carrie’s tits with it and
be sure to score a direct hit on both nipples every time. They hoisted the girl up by her
ankles so he could lash her pussy, and he was able to conduct an anatomy lesson, whipping
first her left outer labia, then her right, then each inner labia, then her clit, just making the
tip on the belt sting each part, causing Carrie’s whole body to convulse. When he
demonstrated his ability to sting her right on the asshole, the boys became very
enthusiastic, chanting along as he delivered six of the best to her puckered opening. Then he
made it twelve of the best. Finally, at twenty strokes, Carrie was flung to the ground and the
boys started raping the asshole they’d inflamed so thoroughly.

When there were only twenty or so boys left who hadn’t fucked the teacher, she began to
get sluggish and unresponsive. Severe nipple clamping having failed to liven her up
(electrician’s croc clips, with their sharp little teeth…), it was decided to hold a cunt-kicking
competition, to see if anyone could beat the spectacular “cunt punt” Jim had given Carrie
earlier. It turns out a few of the rugger team could kick even harder. So then Jim had to
come back and try again, reclaiming the championship. After that, when they raped Carrie’s
pussy, she was suitably appreciative, moaning and begging for mercy and doing all the
things a good rape victim should do.

Rachel approached the rape tent to see the damage, but the tent was gone. The boys were
already packing up to return to school, but they’d carefully pegged Carrie out on the grass,
her wrists and ankles bound to tent pegs keeping her in a spreadeagled and vulnerable
position. Rachel noted with a disapproving smile that she still had on the croc clips. They
must have been attached to her nipples for at least three hours now! She crouched over the
prone, nude figure and gently removed the sharp metal clamps. Carrie’s eyelids fluttered.

As the blood flow returned to Carrie’s nipples, which had bright red marks in them as if
they’d been bitten by baby reptiles, the blonde painslut awoke, feeling a burning sensation
in her tits.

“Oooooowww!” she moaned, wriggling about and finding herself still bound. Rachel slapped
her face for the hell of it.

“Wakey wakey, little rapeslut. We have to get back to school, but we thought you’d like
some time to recover, so we’re leaving you here.”

“What? No, I –”

“Ball gag,” demanded Rachel, and Jim threw her the makeshift device. She crammed it into

Carrie’s cum-stained mouth, admired her handiwork for a moment, and then took the croc
clips and attached them to teacher’s sore pussy lips. Carrie screamed uselessly through her
gag and her body bucked and thrashed on the ground. Another slap on the face and Rachel
was off.

As the kids dispersed from the field and made their way to meet the bus back to school,
Rachel looked back over her shoulder and saw Carl standing over Carrie’s body. He seemed
to be pissing on her.

Carrie was awakened an hour or so later, having drifted off into sleep or unconsciousness,
by a dog’s cold nose sniffing at her body. She opened her eyes and found the dog’s owner, a
country gentleman in his fifties, standing over her with a concerned smile on his face.

“I say. Got yourself in a spot of bother, missy?”

The man knelt beside Carrie and looked sympathetic, although his eyes kept flickering over
her naked body. Carrie wanted very much to cover her breasts and crotch but her wrists and
ankles were still bound, spreading her wide.

“P-please, I’m a schoolteacher. I was set upon by the boys from my school. They r-raped me,
all night, and then they left me here. Could you untie me?”

“Well, yes, of course, naturally. You poor child,” said the man, nodding earnestly, while
continuing to stare at Carrie’s tits.

“Now?” pleaded Carrie.

“Well, hang on, old girl. Mustn’t leap without looking. I’m quite prepared to untie you and
see you on your merry way, as it were, but I think I have to –

And with that, he threw himself on top of Carrie’s aching body, pulling his trousers down
and ramming his erect cock into her pussy. Carrie’s cunt had been severely battered during
the previous night, and the hour or so of rest she’d had did not give the organ time to
recover. Some further swelling had taken place, and indeed her slit was now considerably
tighter than normal, though well lubricated. This new rapist’s cock was able to slide in with
ease, but not without causing her considerable pain. Meanwhile, his hands were busy
roughly mauling and pinching her abused breasts, which were almost as sore as her quim.

“Oh God – no! Please, I’m so sore,” begged Carrie, which did nothing to slow her attacker or
cause him to lessen his assault upon her, indeed it seemed to please him and stimulate him
to new levels of brutality. Untying one of her ankles, he rolled her lower body onto one him
and thrust his slippery shaft into her rectum. Carrie screamed. Again and again he thrust,
delighting in the movements of her body and her cries of distress.

At last, withdrawing his penis from her throbbing asshole, the man scrambled up to Carrie’s
face and offered his cock to suck. “There’s a good little slut. Suck it until it spurts and then I
can untie you.”

Carrie reluctantly took the stinky member between her lips and ran her tongue over it,
sucking as urgently as she could. Within moments the prick began to twitch and spew a load
of thick, creamy juice into her mouth. The gentleman assailant rammed his cock in and out,
to the back of her throat, using her mouth as he had used her other holes, and finally pulled
out, spraying the last of his load over her face. Then he sank back and caught his breath on
the grass.

“Could you – ugh,” spluttered Carrie, her mouth still full of goop, “Could you untie me
now?”

“Well, I COULD,” said the man, and Carrie’s heart sank as she realized it wasn’t going to be
that easy. “But would that be fair? Quite a few people come along this route, and I’m sure
quite a few of them would relish finding a beautiful naked slut like you pegged out ready for
them to do as they please with. It seems a rotten trick to play on them, letting you go before
they can have their fun. So, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just re-tie your ankle again and
leave you to their devices. I’m sure somebody will let you go eventually, and until then,
think of the enjoyment you’ll be giving them.”

“She did WHAT?” demanded the headmaster. Rachel had come to see him because he was
so perplexed at the school trip returning minus the supervising teacher. Rachel thought a
good explanation was required, to keep the sixth form out of trouble, and possibly to get
Carrie into some.

“She just ran off. With those farmhands. The ones who helped Katy down, you know, when
she got the branch stuck up her –

“Yes, yes,” snapped Mr Ravisham, eager to change the subject. Katy was still in hospital for
tests, before the branch could be removed, and her parents were unhappy about the whole
situation.

“She was drinking cider with them, and she started giggling a lot, and then she started…”

“Yes?”

Rachel did her modest look. “She started kissing them, and letting them put their hands on
her boobies…”

Mr Ravisham turned an even deeper shade of red than usual. Rachel was delighted: this was
going perfectly to plan. She was still furious that her little jape had resulted in her getting
gang banged by some horrible boys, and was determined that Carrie should pay for that.
Ironically, at around that time, Carrie was indeed being fondled by those three farmhands,
who had stumbled upon her naked, bound and helpless form shortly after the respectable
country gentleman had finished raping her ass. They were delighted with their discovery,
and naturally set about making the most thorough use of it, fucking Carrie roughly in every
available orifice, all three of them at once.

Having exhausted the possibilities of simple rape, vaginal, oral and anal, they had then
turned their rustic imaginations to more creative forms of abuse, feeling, quite reasonably,
that torturing their helpless slave would re-stiffen their cocks agreeably and allow them to
make yet more use of her in the way they had just enjoyed.

Giles remembered the cattle prod, back at the farm, within easy reach. So, while his
brothers amusing themselves by grinding Carrie’s sore nipples between their back teeth,
and seeing how many fingers they could both cram into her much-abused cunt (three each,
making an agonizing total of six, stretching Carrie until she screamed and pleaded quite
fetchingly), Giles got the instrument.

The cattle prod was an instant hit. Applied to Carrie’s left nipple, it provided a 5000 volt hit
that made her buck violently against the bonds holding her to the ground, her big titties
bouncing beautifully. The device was designed to induce a painful, searing sensation in
large, thick-skinned cattle. In a smaller, more tender animal like Carrie, the blast of
electricity was far from therapeutic. But Oh! How the farmers laughed at the writhing young
girl as they took turns shocking first one breast, then the other. The twin metal spikes on the
end of the prod could be pressed hard into Carrie’s tender flesh, and the button held down
for a second or two, until her thrashing body caused the breast to bounce away. Each time,
a red scorch mark would be left.

Then, of course, the prod had to be applied to her pussy. The metal spikes weren’t sharp
enough to break the skin, but the boys nevertheless enjoyed putting maximum force into
pushing the prod down into their prisoner’s pubic mound, and then holding the button
down until she was spasming so hard they couldn’t keep the prod in place.

Carrie’s world had become an electrical inferno of mind-searing abuse.

And then of course, the smartest idea Giles had ever had. Shoving the spiked prod right up
Carrie’s cunt. This was accomplished with savage violence, and once the weapon was nicely
lodged in her tender cavity, the button could be held down indefinitely. There was no way
the slut could get away this time. Ten seconds, twenty, thirty… they didn’t stop shocking her
jerking, sweating, flailing body until she lost consciousness and lay still.

Mr Ravisham was plotting Carrie’s punishment at this point. No teacher under his charge
had ever behaved so disgracefully. A caning, of course, was the answer. But no ordinary
caning would do. When the dirty whore returned to Ravisham High, he would beat not only
her bottom but her back, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her thighs and her pussy.

When his arm grew tired, he would have his wife take over. The rest of the staff could help –
they would beat the slut all evening and all night. In the morning they would beat her in
front of the whole school. He would personally assail her bottom until the blood ran down
her legs. Then he would make her grovel and kiss the shoes of the pupils she had let down.
After that, it seemed fitting to allow the sixth form to beat her, any of them that wanted the
privilege. It seemed likely there would be many takers. No limit would be imposed on the
number of blows or their severity. When they had had their fill of punishing the obscene
whore, she would be imprisoned and allowed to recover somewhat, before it all started
again. It would be a very long time before Carrie had paid for her crimes…

Cheer up, Carrie! Soon you will be safe and sound back at Ravisham High. The farmhands,
having shocked you unconscious, brought you round again by a variety of means, most
notably by kicking you hard in the cunt, until you started to moan and beg again. That didn’t
stop them, of course. But pretty soon they fell to raping you again.

After that was all done (and every thrust was by now the sheerest torture, even if you did
come once more, to the amusement of your tormentors), they decided to set you free. Not
completely free, of course. To make your journey more fun, they bound your arms behind
your back, which means that climbing over the numerous dry-stone walls in your path is
tricky, always causing your very sore pussy lips to rub against the rough, cold stone as you
straddle the barrier.

It’s raining quite heavily now, and soon it will start to hail. Your nipples are erect and your
skin is goose-bumped, as you shiver in the icy wind. Every part of you hurts.

But it’s only ten miles more to Ravisham High (you’ve managed a mile already!). Between
you and your destination lie many muddy, filthy fields, rough stone walls, barbed wire
fences, and bushes of thorns, nettles, poison ivy, and a cess pit for you to fall into.

It will certainly be a very uncomfortable journey.

But waiting at the end of it is Mr Ravisham, who will be sure to give you a warm welcome.

Chin up!

The End
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Hope you enjoyed Carrie's suffering, as well as Katie and Rachel's. Let me know about favourite characters, scenes, rape and torture details, moments that made you laugh, and also of course anything you didn't care for.

[Neighbor]

" she can suck up all the abuse I give her"
"and she'll be fine"
"in a few days..."

Endless and varied abuse, told in a light and 'matter-of-fact' way.

[RapeU]

Poor Carrie, she only exists to be used and abused. And she's completely unaware of it.

[skuttrusk]

Thanks, guys! Yeah, Carrie can never quite figure things out.

[ShibbolethParty]

I think this was definitely a step in the right direction from your first story! I appreciate the focus on hurting Carrie more. Any pain to her tits and cunt in particular is good, and the cattle prod use is particularly appropriate for a dumb cow.

I also like that other poor girls are already getting sucked into Carrie's orbit at this point. I thought the Katy sequence at the beginning was particularly effective: the downside of Carrie as a protagonist is that she never gets QUITE as upset about her circumstances as you would expect, so having someone be absolutely mortified is a good spice.

Writing-wise, it's perhaps written at a bit too high of a level a lot of the time, not letting us linger on Carrie's pain and suffering in most moments... though given how much is happening that's probably how it has to be. Also not having any line breaks between paragraphs is making it a bit harder to read than it should be; I don't remember whether that's how it was initially, or a casualty of it getting reposted.

Looking forward to reading through more of these as you repost them!

[skuttrusk]

Format-wise, I really struggle with moving things here and getting the formatting to work properly. I should take another pass at this to tidy it up a bit and insert para breaks, but it's frustrating that the original document has them and they all disappeared when I pasted it here.

[Vela Nanashi]

You have a lot of newlines in this, are they in the original text too? What are you writing this in?

If it is libre office writer or word you can search for single newlines / paragraph breaks and replace with two of them, then copy all the text and paste it in a notepad, then copy it from the notepad and paste it into the story.

If you want additional formatting you will have to use bbcodes for that.

The problem with word and writer (and other word processors) is that they can have fancy paragraphs that you just have to use one press of enter to create, and the forum is very primitive and does not do that, it requires two presses of enter between each paragraph. If you paste in notepad (or other plaintext editor) and turn on word wrap, you will see what the story will look like on the forum.

[chloevee]

@skuttrusk I stopped reading when it seemed like it was getting to the rough/sadistic part you warned of, but I enjoyed the parts I read. I particularly liked the part where Katy was raped by a tree branch (though I did feel bad for the poor girl)--it was both amusing and creative. I was also glad that the sadistic Rachel seemed to get some measure of comeuppance. Cool story overall, even if it wasn't to my taste in some ways. I do intend to check out your other Carrie stories.

[skuttrusk]

Katy's mini-story is one of my favourite parts too. For a teenager to be humiliated so publicly is very cruel, isn't it?