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Chapter Four : Human Anatomy
Oak benches with inset sinks and various types of taps ran the whole length of the spacious room. The walls were covered with diagrams and pictures whilst the numerous shelves and cabinets held a dizzying array of both plant and animal specimens, most of which were encased in perspex boxes. Standing at the front of the laboratory was a low examination couch that looked strangely out of place in such a meticulously planned environment. Lisa stared at it with dread. Her timetable said "Human Anatomy". She knew someone would soon be occupying the horrible thing and she knew without a shadow of a doubt who that someone would be. Her heart was already fluttering in her chest and she was feeling slightly sick as the woman at the front of the class introduced herself. "Hello everyone I'm Miss Johnson. This afternoon we're going to be studying human anatomy....." Geraldine Johnson smiled at the flushed young woman with the apprehensive look on her face. She might well look apprehensive. In a little while she'd be naked in front of a group of adolescent boys who were going to be allowed to examine every inch of her body. The thought made Geraldine Johnson's vagina grow wet with excitement, this was going to be a lot of fun. "......so if you'd like to turn to page 22 we'll begin. We're going to quickly skim through some basic theory then we'll move on to our practical work." She nearly laughed out loud at the worried look that flashed across the young woman's face. Instead she grinned from ear to ear as the excited boys whispered and nudged one another in eager anticipation.
Time appeared to accelerate for Lisa. In what seemed only moments they'd covered everything from the skeleton to the basic structure of skin, from muscle groups to the external differences between the sexes. Miss Johnson was explaining that the internal organ systems would be dealt with next week when there was a knock at the door. Simon Barrow and Miss Cole sauntered into the room, "Hello Geraldine do you mind if Fiona and I sit in for the last hour or so?" "Not at all, in fact you couldn't have arrived at a more opportune moment. We're just about to start our practical session." All three of them laughed knowingly and as the two new visitors took their seats they looked at the obviously worried and red faced Lisa James. "Right young lady we'll have you out here at the front. Everyone else bring your stools and form a semicircle here by the couch." Lisa reluctantly went and stood by Miss Johnson as the boys crowded forward amid the screeching and squeaking of stools being dragged across the floor. Standing in front of them in the revealing uniform was dreadful. She knew they could see her hard nipples and the bulge of her pussy peeping out from beneath the hem of the tiny skirt. She tried to avoid their eyes by pretending to stare at her feet but her heart literally threatened to burst from her chest when she heard what the teacher said next. "Let's have all of your clothes off. Hurry up we've got a lot to get through and times getting on." There was a moments silence. Lisa's face contorted into a whole series of shocked and horrified expressions. They'd seen her boobs in the Art class, which was awful enough, but this was something different. Miss Johnson was going to make her strip in front of them. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. It would be too embarrassing. "Please Please don't make me Miss, Please. They'll see everything!" "Well of course they will you stupid girl, that's the whole point of the lesson. They're going to learn some basic anatomy. Luckily for them they've got a girl to examine and the girl in question is you so....GET ON WITH IT!" She didn't want to do it, she really didn't. They were going to see her shaved pussy, Oh God! What would they think of her? Fight or flight? Fight or flight? She looked towards the door with panic etched across her face. Simon Barrow and Fiona Cole stared back with amused expressions enjoying every moment of her humiliation.
Slowly she slipped out of her shoes then bent and rolled her socks down and off. She glanced at Miss Johnson who was tapping her foot with impatience, her mouth drawn into a thin angry line. There would be no escape. Swallowing hard she pulled the vest off over her head. A murmur of appreciation ran through the boys at the exposure of her full breasts. She felt her already rigid nipples hardening even more under the eyes of her excited classmates. As her boobs wobbled gently in front of them she also became aware of the ever increasing wetness in her pussy. Finally the skirt fell away and then she was stood in only her knickers. "P...P...Pl...Please don't make me Miss I'll...." A stern voice suddenly cut her short. "Has she been this disobedient throughout the lesson?" asked Simon Barrow loudly. Lisa's red face turned towards him. "Not much better I'm afraid," replied the Biology Mistress. "If she doesn't soon change her attitude I'll be forced to cane her in front of the lads. I'm sure they'd like it but she wouldn't!" The room turned as one to look at the semi-naked blushing young woman as she trembled in front of them. Her eyes filled with tears as resignedly she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the tight white knickers and slid them down.
Lisa covered her pussy with her hands trying her utmost to hide the smooth mound from their eyes. "Stand up straight and put your hands at your sides," barked Miss Johnson, "this is no time for modesty." A fat tear welled up in the corner of Lisa's eye then ran down one of her hot cheeks. Her eyes darted frantically around the assembled faces but there was no one about to offer her any help. With her cheeks burning ferociously she stood up straight and dropped her hands to her sides. Now her front was mind numbingly exposed. Their eyes devoured the jutting breasts with their pointing nipples and the shiny pink lips that peeped out from between her tightly closed thighs. The embarrassment was overpowering but she couldn't believe how wet her pussy felt. Was there something wrong with her? Why was the awful humiliation turning her on? The boys leering faces filled her vision as the Mistress began speaking again.
First she was made to walk up and down in front of them which was truly horrible. She could feel her boobs and bum cheeks wobbling about in all directions. Then Miss Johnson made her bend and stretch into various positions. Inevitably her legs opened and closed revealing her shaven pussy in all it's naked glory. The boys couldn't believe their luck as they caught sight of the pink lips between her legs. Because she had no hairs down there it was easy to see everything. When she was made to do the splits the lips of her pussy actually parted as well, they could see the pink hole quite clearly. Every cock in the audience was stiff by the time Miss Johnson had finished her description of muscle groups and an almost tangible sexual atmosphere filled the room. Lisa was breathless and feeling more exposed and helpless than at any other time in her life. Her crimson face was burning with shame and she was shaking uncontrollably but at least it was over and she'd be able to get dressed now..... "Ok, as we have a model at our disposal today we'll take this opportunity to examine the physical attributes of the female." Lisa didn't want to believe what she was hearing. "Up on the couch young lady," said Geraldine Johnson patting the leather covered surface. In a daze Lisa clambered onto the thing. The boys craned forward for a better look trying not to miss any detail of the naked woman's exposed body. "Kneel up....that's right now reach behind and grasp your ankles....good." Lisa was bending backwards grasping her ankles and very aware of the way her boobs were standing up from her chest. Her sensitive and very hard nipples pointed provocatively towards her audience. The position also made her pubic mound push insolently forwards. She knew they must be able to see the slightly parted lips of her pussy. Oh god, the thought sent a fresh wave of humiliation coursing through her. If this wasn't bad enough what happened next was even more dreadful.
The schoolmistress finished describing the external structure of the breast then invited five of the class at a time to come up to the couch. Lisa looked into the pink and hot faces of the boys as they crowded eagerly around her. Maintaining the bent back position wasn't easy, she could feel a dull ache starting in her shoulders and the middle of her back. She jumped and gasped as the woman reached out and cupped one of her boobs then squeezed the soft globe and pointed at the nipple and surrounding area while she continued. "Now I want each of you in turn to examine the aureole, nipple and the breast itself. Feel the different textures, we'll be having a test in our next lesson. Antonio would you like to go first?" Lisa screwed her eyes tight shut, "Please," she said quietly, "you musn't let them. Oh Goddddd!" It was already too late. The fresh faced, brown eyed boy standing on her left hadn't needed a second invitation. He grasped one of her soft boobs in his hot hand moulding it into several shapes before taking hold of the other breast as well. A wicked smile crossed Geraldine Johnson's face as the helpless naked young woman on the couch in front of her groaned quietly then drew her breath in sharply as the young fingers pinched one of the flint like nipples. She could only guess at the tremendous feelings of shame and humiliation that Lisa James must be experiencing. Naked and surrounded by young boys who were being allowed to touch her, it was just too awful to contemplate. A spasm of sexual arousal stirred in her belly as Lisa groaned again.
Three groups of five boys all took their turns at mauling Lisa's throbbing breasts. All of them took the opportunity to wobble them in their hands and also to pinch and pull at the incredibly hard and sensitive nipples. By the time they'd all finished her nipples were aching, suffused with blood and more erect than she would have thought possible. They pointed out like two little red fingers pulsing in time with the beating of her heart. Simon Barrow had noted the increasing volume of Lisa's moaning as the examination had continued. "Proper little slut isn't she?" he said quietly to Fiona Cole. Miss Johnson allowed Lisa a few moments to compose herself while she gave a brief description of the anatomy to be found between a female's legs. Lisa stared wildly around the room. Simon Barrow and Miss Cole both had horrible smiles on their faces. Please no! Surely they weren't going to be allowed to look at her pussy and bumhole! She wanted to run from the room, wanted to hide away from them but she knew it was hopeless. They were going to inspect her holes! God no! Please no! "Right young lady lets have you back up on the couch."
This time she was made to lie on her back. A slight adjustment and the centre of the couch rose up leaving her head and feet at a lower level than her hips. This caused the mound of her pubis to be thrust upwards into the air. Keeping her thighs closely pressed together was the only defence she had against their prying eyes. Taking Lisa's hands the teacher drew them back over the young woman's head and secured them with wrist straps to the end of the couch. Then she slid her hand over Lisa's stomach allowing it to come to rest above the hairless vagina. The touch instigated a new wave of panic in the reclining "model". Miss Johnson patted the fleshy pad and then squeezed it between her fingers, "As you can see the pubic mound is quite firm but pliable. It acts as a sort of shock absorber and sits above the pubic bone offering a degree of protection to the vagina beneath. Legs wide apart girl." It was said quietly but firmly. Lisa didn't want to believe what she was hearing, she was already wallowing in absolute shame. If she had to open her legs she'd pass out because of the intensity of the humiliation. She was sure of it. The wetness between the lips of her pussy would be obvious to all of them. Her face burned hotter as she felt the woman begin to pull her ankles apart. "You disobedient girl! Why aren't you doing as you're told? Now get your legs open." Geraldine Johnson quickly forced the quivering thighs apart and made sure that the young woman's feet were hanging down over each side of the couch. Lisa moaned in despair as the pink crack between her legs was finally revealed to the giggling boys. She screwed her eyes tightly shut trying desperately to will herself into another plane of existence. The sudden touch of fingers on her inner thigh made her eyes fly open in panic. "Noooooo! Don't! Please Nooooo!" "Why is your vagina so wet you disgusting girl? This is a serious anatomy class and you seem to be using it for some sort of cheap sexual thrill. Mr Barrow what do you make of this?" "I agree, quite disgusting. We'll certainly be discussing her behaviour on Saturday." The boys weren't really listening instead they were concentrating on the delicate lipped slit that had been revealed only inches in front of their faces. As their eyes roamed over the delicate vulval anatomy their erections pulsed with excitement.
Lisa moaned loudly and screwed her eyes tightly shut as she felt her tormentress take hold of the sticky pussy lips and pull them open. They slipped apart revealing her very wet hole to the assembled watchers. As the intimate examination continued Miss Johnson explored the labia minora and majora then the clitoris and it's hood and finally she delved into the vaginal tunnel itself. Lisa moaned and groaned throughout, tossing her head from side to side in a mixture of arousal and humiliation. The exposure of her most secret parts to a group of teenage boys produced the most incredibly intense sense of shame that she'd ever experienced. But having her pussy opened and displayed to them was frighteningly erotic at the same time. Her initial feelings of self-loathing were gradually overcome as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep within her belly. She knew she'd begun to slowly writhe and lift her hips towards the questing fingers but she couldn't help herself. Miss Johnson's voice faded as the pulsing in her belly grew more insistent but then the pulling and probing stopped. She opened her eyes horribly aware of what was about to happen next.
Lisa was shaking her head back and forth. No! No! Please don't let them! You can't let them! It was too late. Already the first group of boys was surrounding the couch and looking down at her with excited eyes. Miss Johnson was addressing them, "Now make sure you identify the inner and outer lips, pay particular attention to the clitoris. I want to know which parts have a particular feel or texture to them and what reactions our model makes if you pinch or pull them." Lisa couldn't believe the nightmarish suggestions the woman was making. "Make sure you're all totally familiar with the external and internal structure. Now just before you start I think you'll probably need this." She produced a small towel and draped it over one of Lisa's firm thighs before moving to one side and allowing the boys to crowd around the naked young woman. Hands immediately began investigating the exposed flesh producing a whole series of groans and squeals from their helpless victim.
"She's such a little slut," said Fiona Cooper, "I can't believe how wet her vagina's getting." Simon Barrow and Geraldine Johnson agreed as they watched and listened to Lisa's shrieks and groans as yet another set of fingers stretched open her hairless pussy. "Oooohhhh! AAAAhhhhhhhhh! Ow! Ooooohh! Oh Godddddddd! No don't! Noooooooo!" As they pulled her engorged pussy lips apart and pinched and pulled at her throbbing clitoral stub Lisa continued to vocalise her protests. Each of the grinning boys took a turn. She groaned and moaned and writhed on the fingers as they pushed deeply into her tight pink tunnel. It went on and on.
Lisa's helpless body convulsed and stiffened many times during her prolonged examinations by the remaining two groups of her young classmates. Her squeals and gasps continued to rise in volume and most embarrassingly her pussy leaked more and more clear fluid as her belly stirred in response to their probings. The little towel was slippery with sticky secretions by the time the boys had all taken a turn. The last was carefully wiping his fingers when Miss Johnson undid Lisa's wrists and forced her to stand by the couch on shaking legs. She groaned softly, her pussy and stomach throbbing with sexual frustration. She'd teetered on the brink of orgasm throughout the clumsy ministrations of her classmates. The humiliation and overwhelming needs of her body were reducing her to an animalistic state. She wanted to come, needed to come, had to come even if it was in front of all of them!
"Stick it out properly girl! Come on! Dip your back more and open your buttocks! Come on lift it up! Oh for goodness sake!" Miss Johnson grabbed Lisa's hips and forced them down over the end of the couch. Her back dipped which pushed her bottom upwards towards her once more eager audience. "Now open your legs further." The older woman pushed the quivering thighs wide apart causing the delicious soft bum cheeks to open lewdly. Lisa moaned self pityingly as yet more shame was heaped upon her. Her face burned anew and she bit her lip. They'd be able to see her bumhole! Oh God! As the Mistress's hands slid over the exposed bottom it tensed visibly. "Relax yourself girl!" she said crossly, "the class needs to be able to see your anus properly before they examine it." Surely Miss Johnson wasn't going to let the horrible boys actually touch her there! She hated having her bumhole felt. It was so sensitive. Just the thought of having it touched sent a wave of panic crashing through her mind. A finger pushed firmly against the tight entrance. It suddenly struck her why the Nurse had lubricated her bottom hole after her lunchtime enema. She began to protest immediately, "Miss! Miss! Oh don't please don't! You musn't! Nooooooooooo!" She tried to twist her hips away from the invading digit.
Splatt! Geraldine Johnson's hand bounced off one of the soft inner thighs, her fingertips almost grazing the swollen lips of Lisa's pussy. The young woman's head rose in response to the tremendously hard blow and she screamed and tried to close her legs. "You disobedient girl! You really need to be taught a lesson. Gentleman could I ask you to please take a firm hold of our young lady here. If some of you could ensure that her legs are kept nicely spread it would help enormously." As the boys crowded eagerly forwards Geraldine Johnson smiled broadly at Simon Barrow and Fiona Cole who were looking on with undisguised enthusiasm. Lisa felt boyish hands placed all over her body. They pressed her down against the couch while others were dragging her legs apart once more. She sobbed and tried to fight against them but found herself helplessly fixed in place. The teacher began slowly spanking the soft inner thighs working her way up and down the jerking flesh. Lisa squealed and begged and cried much to the amusement of her classmates who continued to hold her still. Their combined grip tightened as she tried to twist and writhe away from the stinging slaps. Crying profusely did nothing to lessen the severity of her punishment. Once the soft thighs were suitably covered with red hand prints the teacher worked her way across the tensing bum cheeks. They quickly turned pink then red as Lisa sobbed uncontrollably. Finally the whole of the churning bottom was scarlet except for the valley between the wobbling cheeks. Geraldine Johnson blew a lock of hair away from her face and rubbed her stinging palm against her leg. That ought to teach the little bitch she thought to herself looking down at the bright red posterior and thighs.
For several minutes after the spanking had stopped Lisa's bottom continued to tighten rhythmically. It was on fire. She moaned and sobbed because of the atrocious stinging but also because of the awful situation. She'd been spanked and reduced to tears whilst all of her most secret places were blatantly displayed to a group of young boys. The humiliation was all consuming and now they were going to touch her again. She knew if she resisted the punishment would get worse. They'd just keep increasing the severity until she stopped fighting and then they'd do whatever they wanted. It was quite simple dreadful. Mind numbingly awful but mind blowingly exciting at the same time. She could feel fluid oozing freely from her pussy and then the fingertip was back pressing against her bumhole. During her ordeal the boys had chattered and laughed but now they were silent, concentrating on the widespread scarlet bum cheeks and their teachers finger. "Relax your sphincter girl or do you want me to fetch a strap!" Lisa did her best to relax her bumhole gritting her teeth as Miss Johnson finally achieved what she wanted. A squeal and low moan escaped her as the mistress's finger sank deeply into the tight elastic tunnel. It moved back and forth reaming the tight ring as it penetrated all the way in. Lisa moaned and slowly shook her head as the horrible sensations continued. The teacher was talking to the boys once more but she heard none of it. Her whole being was focussed on the questing digit in her anal canal and the burning in her bum cheeks.
She buried her face in her hands as the first boy was invited to examine her rectal passageway. Groaning loudly she felt his fingers tease the puckered entrance before one forced it's way inside. They all laughed as Lisa's bum quivered and rolled around as the boy finger-fucked it for several minutes. "Can you feel the muscle gripping when you push in or out?" The teacher asked the boy. "Yes Miss," he replied brightly. It took a long time before each of the class had experienced the tightness of Lisa's bottom. Simon Barrow and Miss Cooper left halfway through after a short conversation with Geraldine Johnson. When it was over she had Lisa stand in front of the class. Tears of shame and embarrassment were still trickling down the younger woman's very red cheeks. "Now young lady I hope you've learnt a valuable lesson today. If I or anyone else tells you to do something you'll do it. If we see any more signs of your disobedience you'll be punished severely do you understand?" Lisa nodded and sniffled back a tear. "To prove to me that you've learnt your lesson we'll have a little test." There was no resistance and nothing hidden from the boys this time. Her glowing bottom served as a pointed reminder. She'd do as she was told in future. Yes she would. Geraldine Johnson's test had nothing to do with anatomy it was more for her own satisfaction. First she had Lisa hold her breasts out to the boys then spread the lips of her pussy before finally bending over and holding her bum cheeks apart for them. She was still bent over as the boys filed out of the room their comments and laughter trailing behind them.
Miss Johnson had her stand with her hands behind her back whilst she selfishly indulged herself for a few moments. "You really are a little slut aren't you? Quite disgusting. You liked all of that didn't you?" Lisa couldn't manage a reply as the woman's fingers began playing havoc with her pussy. As her clitoris was squeezed and pulled she felt the orgasm building rapidly. It didn't take much before she suddenly screamed and fell against the woman clamping her thighs tightly on the delicious hand. As the orgasm washed over her waves of throbbing pleasure filled her soaking pussy. She groaned and writhed on the hand as it continued to tease her before slumping to the floor at the laughing woman's feet. Totally spent she could do nothing but gasp air into her burning lungs as she looked up into her tormentors smiling face. "You dirty dirty girl! Did I tell you you could come?" Red faced Lisa shook her head. "No I certainly did not! We're obviously going to have to teach you several lessons on Saturday. Obedience and self control are sadly lacking where you're concerned." Ten minutes later the woman's threatening words were still echoing in Lisa's head as she hurried through the school grounds towards the dining room.......