Shimmer's School of Hard Cocks pt4

>Shimmer's eyes glistened in the spotlight of the stage that  showered the trussed up slaves in light.

>The crowd was invisible in the dimly lit auditorium, but the lustful roars of the crowd reminded the tied prisoners on stage of the threat.

>Pinkie struggled against the cold metal of the cart, but his strength was nowhere near strong enough to break Shimmer's arcane shackles.

>Fear arced across her electric blue eyes as she stared out at the hungry crowd.

>Brad, who was lying beside her on his own personal bondage cart, was more confused than afraid.

>He whipped his head around to see what was going on, but all he could make out was his rigid member pointing skyward.

>He too fought against the crimson aura around his wrists and ankles, but even with his strength he hardly budged.

>Lying beside him was an upturned bottle with tiny blue capsules spilled out of the top.

>On the label he could make out a faint word that looked to start with a "V".

>But before Brad could decipher the word, a large. rubber ball was shoved between his lips.

>He looked over to see two straps coil around Pinkie's head, slipping a large ring between her lips.

>Pinkie screamed with all her might, her words coming out as garbled garbage.

>A thin line of drool leaked from her mouth and onto the floor. Lying next to her was a bloody syringe with tiny drops of cloudy green fluid clinging to the glass.

>Pinkie convulsed on the table in panic as a shrill voice rang out into the auditorium.

"Loyal subjects!" Shimmer shouted, "Your behavior during Rarity's show was admirable."

>The crowd responding with a rolling cheer as they tugged at the bonds holding them tight to their chairs.

"So as a reward I present these two traitors," she ran her hands along their cheeks, "who've so kindly donated their bodies for all of you."

>Pinkie's eyes widened in fear as she tried to piece together her words.

>Her body burned with an electric heat that dulled the icy steel of the cart.

>She winced as a burning syrup leaked between her thighs. She craned her neck to see a pair of hard nubs capping her large, pink breasts.

>Every draft against her crotch sent a sharp shock up her spine. Her moan was met with hundreds of lustful groans.

"Have fun, subjects," Shimmer cackled. The snap of her fingers echoed through the crowd, followed by the wispy shattering of the bonds that held the crowd to their seats.

 

>The air in the auditorium suddenly felt twice as thick.

>The heavy, primal breathing of the hormonal crowd rattled in Pinkie's ears.

>Her eyes were flushed with panic and as the men's pulsating erections came into view.

>She screamed in horror, pleading for someone to save her.

>Every footstep made her shudder, knowing that her abuse was nearing her with every passing second.

>Their eyes gleamed with hunger like a pack of hyenas, following the scent of her dripping slit.

>Brad couldn't take his eyes off of the writhing girl beside him. He pulled at his shackles to rescue her, but to no avail.

>He himself was tied like a Christmas turkey, an offering to the dozens of women descending on him.

>His eyes widened as he saw boners poking out amongst the horde of women approaching him.

>He too started to squirm, trying to get away from the mass of people ready to use his body.

>All the while Shimmer laughed as the fear spread through their bodies.

"Go ahead, subjects," she snickered, "No need to hold back. And ladies, give him your worst. I pumped him so full of Viagra that he'll be hard for days."

>Her words rung Brad's mind like a bell. Hard for days?

>He started to whimper into the gag as the prospect of being used for days and his cock screaming in pain with every forced orgasm.

>Most men would think it's a dream, but Brad panicked at the thought.

>The large men with their stiff dicks swaying with each step didn't soothe his thoughts.

>Finally the crowd clambered onto the stage, their mouths hanging open with toothy, hungry grins.

>The crowds weren't divided cleanly. A reasonable amount of the group heading towards the helpless girl were in fact women, and some of the group heading towards Brad were males.

"They're all yours, subjects," Shimmer cooed, "Let all those fantasies come true."

>Shimmer flapped her wings and raced towards her throne to enjoy the show.

>Pinkie screamed as a dozen hands found their way to her soft flesh, each finger digging into her plump body with a passionate grip.

>Pinkie kicked and punched at the air, hoping to delay the attacking horde.

>But as she lashed at the men near her groin she was taken off-guard by a pair of lips clasping around her teat.

 

>It felt like a bee had stung her. Her energy drained away in a rattling scream and her body tensed.

>In the brief window of opportunity a pair of hands gripped her ankles and forced them to the cart.

>Now completely immobile, Pinkie could only watch as the men moved in for the kill.

>On every inch of skin she felt a long, smooth cock glide against her plump flesh.

>A couple men were grinding on the soles of her feet, while other, more nimble men slid their cocks against her soft thighs.

>Her stomach was like a breeding ground, with no less than ten dicks sliding back and forth.

>A pair of shafts were wedged into her hands. She whimpered, caught between the shame and pleasure of being caressed by more cocks than she had ever hoped to see.

>She stared off into the distance, her mind now an irrational cluster of lustful thoughts.

>”Looks like I get to break you in,” a gruff voice pulled her into reality.

>She stared down past the grinding dicks to see a particular large one poised between her thighs.

“What?!” she screamed, struggling to break free of her bonds, “No! Please!”

>The man leaned down to her ear. She winced as his tip slid just inside her lips.

>”Relax. It’ll only hurt for you,” A deep laugh rang in her ears as he drove his hips forward.

>Pinkie screamed from the electric surge of pain that ran to her head.

>Her vision blurred and her body contracted as if she had been struck by lightning.

>Sharp pulses of pain rippled across her body from her groin. She looked above her to see the man smiling.

>He stood back up and gripped her thighs, pulling her onto his cock as much as he could.

>”Virgins make the cutest faces when their cherry gets popped.”

>He looked down to see the fresh crimson blood seep around his shaft.

>He closed his eyes and inhaled, his fantasy coming to life in front of his eyes.

>He spread his legs and tightened his grip on her thighs.

>Pinkie’s walls stuck tightly to the intrusive shaft, trying to prevent him from going any deeper.

>But no matter how much force they mustered, it proved futile against the invading shaft.

“Please, let me go---” before Pinkie could finish she felt a second pulse of pain rack her body.

>”I’m not lettin’ go until you make me cum, traitor,” the man hissed, “And it looks like someone else’s got the same idea.”

>Pinkie looked up to see a large shaft eclipsing the spotlight.

 

>”Open wide, Pinkie,” a man hissed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.

>Her scalp burned in pain as her head was pulled below the level of the table.

>She had hardly gotten a chance to react before a thick shaft spread her lips apart.

>Pinkie shut her eyes as the thick shaft intruded her mouth. It felt rough, almost like sandpaper gliding against her tongue.

>The man let out a sickening groan as her mouth sucked tightly to his shaft, bathing it in a film of her spit.

>A pair of hands clasped her jaw and he started to thrust.

>Above her through tear-stained eyes Pinkie could see his testicles undulating just above her face.

>She shuddered at the thought of what lay behind the dry, wrinkled skin of his balls, and where it would end up.

>Just as she thought of it, she felt a hot jet of cum arc across her thigh.

>She yelped from the sudden heat as the fresh load simmered on her skin.

>She heard laughter coming from near her legs and she glanced down to her feet.

>Standing next to her streaked thigh was a small, sheepish freshman with a tiny bead of white oozing out of his tip.

>He’d finished far earlier than everyone else, and his face was flushed red with embarrassment.

>In an instant a bright red flash lit up the room and the freshman’s face turned pale in shock.

>Latched around his limp phallus was a spiked cage, threatening to skewer his dick.

>He started to panic and ran off to the corner, trying desperately to pull the chastity cage off.

>Shimmer laughed as her policy went into effect.

“I can’t let you tire her out too quickly, now,” Shimmer’s voice boomed in the auditorium, “We gotta give the girl a break. One time use only, please.”

>The freshman ran around the room trying to break the cage. The girls who were waiting for Brad snickered at him as his cock was rendered useless.

“Don’t think you’re not exempt, ladies,” Shimmer chuckled from her perch, “Just wait until one of you finishes.”

>The ladies looked at each other feverishly. They turned towards Pinkie, who had all but disappeared behind a wall of naked men.

>They were able to see her completely surrounded in cock, her pussy flooding the cart with lube and the blood flowing from her slit.

>Some women were too disgusted to watch, but others looked on in admiration.

>And jealousy.

>Meanwhile, Pinkie was anything but jealous. Her tears scarred her pink face as she felt another shaft slide between her cushiony breasts.

>The men had all picked up their pace, eager to finish on (or inside) her, the threat of chastity not seeming to matter to them.

>Two more dicks pressed into her nipples, but the feeling was ignored as she heard the man between her legs groan loudly and thrust deep inside her.

>Between each grunt she felt a strand of cum splash inside her.

>Pinkie screamed, muffled by the large shaft in her mouth, as the man who’d deflowered her slowly filled her up.

>The man’s orgasm shook his body as he pumped every last bit of his seed deep inside her freshly split walls.

>One by one the men randomly fired off, spraying their cum onto Pinkie’s body.

>Pinkie whimpered from every streak of shame landing on her soft skin.

>Every strand of cum marked her as a slave, searing into her flesh like a branding iron.

>She started to whimper just as the man who’d taken her virginity slowly pulled out his cock with a tiny “pop”.

>”Oooooh, I hope we can do this again soon, Pinkie,” he mocked as the cage locked around his shaft.

>Pinkie panted as his hot seed pooled inside her. She closed her eyes, hoping the ordeal was over.

>Just as she started to slip away she felt another pair of hands grip her thighs and something prod below her split.

>”Take your dick out of her mouth for a minute,” the man said, “I want to hear her scream.”

>>”Hold on, faggot,” a voice replied above her head, “I’m almost done.”

>He started to pick up speed, forcing his cock to the back of her throat while a dull pressure poked at her tiny hole.

>She screamed, pleading the man to stop, but her begging was met with a spurt of cum deep in her throat.

>The cock in her throat bulged in her throat, pulsing with every jet of seed shot into her stomach.

>The man slowly took out his dick, which was quickly locked away.

>Pinkie’s jaw hung open with a stream of cum running out of her mouth.

>”Finally!” the man shouted. Ignoring Pinkie’s pleas, he roughly forced his way inside her.

 

 

 

>The pain was nearly unbearable, paralleling the agony of being deflowered.

>Her hole distended, trying to bear the strain of being stretched apart.

>Pinkie begged her body to relax, but the adrenaline coursing through her only served to tighten her muscles, increasing the pain.

>But through the aching pain and the animalistic grunt of the owner of the intruding shaft, Pinkie could still feel the calming waves of euphoria crash on her.

>Her pained moans rung through the auditorium, lasting a brief second before another man quickly shoved his cock in her mouth.

>More shots of cum landed on her stomach, coating her in thin streaks of white.

>Meanwhile, a few feet away from her, Brad wasn’t faring much better.

 

>His moans signaled his third orgasm in the past twenty minutes. His exclamation of pleasure was drowned by dozens of feminine groans.

>Surrounding him were women of all body types, short, tall, skinny, fat, flat, endowed, tight, loose, every woman in the school was either using him or waiting their turn to do so.

>Every part of his body was being used, from his head to his toes.

>A pair of women were grinding their groins against his feet, and another were sliding against his knees.

>Another pair ground into his fingers, pushing him up to the knuckle.

>Brad’s groans of pain were muffled by the slit mashing into his face and drowned by the moans of the newest woman to slip his dick inside her.

>His shaft burned with pain with each orgasm, far more powerful than the pleasure that arrived.

>He never got a chance to relax; the women rode him until they came, regardless of how much he orgasmed.

>His crotch was damp with the residue of the women’s orgasms. True to Shimmer’s word, after the women orgasmed and had removed and obstructions, a large black belt latched around their lips and locked their genitals behind a rubber wall.

>With a wince, Brad came for the fourth time, finishing inside a rather anorexic girl with a flat chest.

>She lifted herself slowly from his shaft, hardly able to stand up, and sat in a nearby chair as the chastity belt locked to her hips.

>Brad’s load became gradually less voluminous, with little more than an oozing river running down his shaft.

>He panted hard to recover before another woman, who was slightly more rotund, pressed his tip to her slit.

“Please…” Brad pleaded, his words garbled by the sticky lips on his face, “Just let me rest…”

>The girl ignored him and relished in the pleasure of his shaft filling her tunnel.

>Brad clenched his teeth and his hands balled into fists as his dick screamed in agony.

>Every thrust onto his shaft felt like a bee sting; there was hardly any pleasure to get from it.

>He shut his eyes, barely able to withstand the pain, when he heard loud footsteps approaching him.

 

 

>They were way too heavy to be a woman’s steps. He couldn’t see around the woman grinding against his face, but seconds later the mystery was solved.

 

"Howdy, Brad," a deep voice growled, a thick southern drawl weighing down his words, "Looks like Ah finally get my chance."

>Brad cried out, a barely audible "What?" escaping through his labial gag.

"Ya know, Brad," the voice spoke, "Not a lot of people know it, but I've been one to...play for the other team."

>Brad was still desperate to say something, and just as the voice grumbled out those words, the woman screamed and showered his face with ejaculate.

>She soon lifted herself off of him, and with cum dripping from his face he looked at his feet.

>Brad was horrified to see a large red man with ginger hair standing between his thighs, his member hovering menacingly above his own.

>A girl tried to clamber up on Brad's face to fill the void left there, but Big Mac pushed her away with a simple sweep of his mighty hands.

"Give me just a minute, ladies," Mac spoke in a smooth tone, "I want him to look me in the eye."

 

>As if under a spell, Brad kept his eyes trained on Mac's large, green pools.

"Sorry to have to do this to ya under...THESE circumstances, Brad," his eyes filled with horror as Mac gripped his shaft and angled it down, pointing at a spot below his testicles.

"But Ah've had my eye on that cute little ass of yours for a long time, Brad," he snickered, "And now Ah can finally get a piece."

>"Big Mac! Please! I'm not---" Brad gasped as he felt the pressure at his hole build-up.

>Just a tiny bit of force, he thought, and the dam would be breached.

"Ah'm sorry Brad," Big Mac gripped his skinny, yellow thighs, "But Ah can't help mahself."

>Before Brad could give a rebuttal, a searing pain shot up his spine as his ass was split apart.

 

>Brad's scream was the loudest of any that day by far, a shrill scream of pure agony as his sphincter grew to take more of Big Mac's shaft.

>Mac groaned as a tight ring of pressure descended his shaft, making Brad feel every bit of his length.

>Mac parted his feet and spread Brad's legs further apart to give him more leverage.

>Brad's screams were finally muffled as a woman climbed up to his face.

>Now blind and unable to speak, all Brad could hear was the sickening thump of Mac's hips meeting his as the farmer boy bottomed out inside him.

>Brad's colon spammed his brain with panic signals and contracted to force the intruder out.

>Big Mac held his cock still, relishing every pulse that tightened the pressure around the base of his shaft.

"Ah always thought you were gonna be tight," Big Mac moaned, "But Ah never expected your ass to be THIS small, Brad."

>Brad winced at his description, but at the same time felt odd.

>It was the same sort of feeling that he would have gotten if a woman had talked dirty in his ear, only this time he was on the other end of the shaft.

>At the same time, the sharp pain of penetration shooting through him started to subside, replaced with the aching pain from earlier.

>His words were like a drug that relaxed his body and eased the pain.

>Although the physical drama started to subside, his mental emotions were sharply thrust into his head as Big Mac slowly withdrew his shaft.

>The thick head of his shaft dug deep into the walls of Brad’s colon, drawing a breath from the bound receiver.

>Big Mac grunted as his thrust gained speed. Brad’s ass had expanded just enough to allow Mac to glide smoothly in and out of him.

>The women which were waiting their turns stopped and stared at the spectacle before them.

>Some didn’t want to look, but others couldn’t took their eyes off of them.

>While without a doubt the most invasive violation to Brad that day, it also seemed to be the most passionate.

>The large man thrusting inside him, odd is at may have seemed, genuinely cared about the man who lay on the cart paralyzed with the pain of his ordeals.

>But the strangest thing was the mother bear like protection Mac gave him.

>He swept the girls waiting their turn with his large arms and smooth voice, convincing them that using Brad was not a good idea.

>Brad was his to enjoy, his to please, his to indulge his fantasies with.

>His cock swayed with every thrust of Mac’s hips, relishing in its brief reprieve of stimulation.

>As the thwack of Mac’s hips against Brad’s resonated on the stage, Pinkie belted out another scream.

 

>Pinkie quivered from her fourth consecutive orgasm. A limp dick popped from her tender slit followed by a river of fresh cum.

>Pinkie was nearly unrecognizable under the hundreds of strands of semen that streaked across her face, breasts, stomach and thighs.

>Nearly all the men in the auditorium had taken their turn with her, and by now a majority of them sat in their seats with nothing better to do than watch.

>As the last men had sprayed their load onto Pinkie’s body, she started to relax for the first time that day.

>She closed her eyes, left alone on the cart, and had nearly slipped away when she felt a cold finger run along her thigh.

“Oh no you don’t, dweeb,” a grating voice beckoned, “You’re not passin’ out ‘til I get my turn.”

>The voice was like the screech of a hawk and oozed with sin.

“Hey dweeb! Hello? I’m talkin’ to you, Pinkie!”

>Pinkie craned her neck to see a slightly tanned woman with bright white hair.

>Her eyes flashed and scanned Pinkie’s body slowly with a raptor’s hunger.

>”G-Gilda?” Pinkie whimpered the first words she had spoken since the ordeal began, “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Gilda’s footsteps fell heavily as she walked to Pinkie’s feet, running her claw-like finger along her leg, “When I heard you were being served on a platter, I just couldn’t help myself.”

>Gilda parked herself between Pinkie’s thighs and stared down at her crotch.

“And I just can’t resist a free meal,” Gilda leaned down toward Pinkie’s slit.

>Pinkie shook and thrashed against her bonds as Gilda’s tongue descended towards her folds.

>Just as her tongue dug into her pussy, Gilda whipped her head back and gagged.

“UGH!” she cried, “Fucking gross! I don’t want to taste this disgusting jizz!”

>She stood up, her face flushed red with anger and disgust.

>She turned towards the crowd and shouted with her booming voice.

“You dweebs are gonna pay for that!” She turned back to Pinkie with the same hungry smile.

>Pinkie stared at her with her wide, blue eyes, trying to figure what Gilda had planned.

>Gilda responded with an eerie smile and swung her leg over Pinkie’s thigh.

>The tall woman’s folds rested on Pinkie’s thigh. Gilda slowly slid closer to Pinkie’s slit.

>Pinkie lied motionless on the cart, knowing that she couldn’t fight back if she wanted to.

>The pair unleashed growling moans as Gilda pressed their slits together.

>Gilda gripped her thighs and ground hard into Pinkie’s crotch, her deepest fantasies fulfilled in an instant.

>On the table nearby, another fantasy was about to conclude.

 

>Four people remained on stage, the rest of students were sitting in the seats and waiting for Shimmer to let them leave.

>They watched the bizarre spectacle on the stage; a dual display of forbidden carnation.

>The most interesting of the two activities was the passion shown by the large red man bucking his hips against his restrained partner.

>Brad’s face held a sting of pleasure frozen in time, a change from the constant face of pain from earlier.

>Big Mac’s grunts were more frequent and his thrusts more energetic.

>He had lost control of his hips, which pumped back and forth with blinding speed.

>Brad could only lie motionless as Mac “raped” him; even his erection lied flat against his stomach.

>Mac’s eyes were shut tight as the pleasure on his shaft came to a head.

>His moan filled the hallway and he pressed his hips to Brad’s, lodging himself deep inside his colon.

>Brad winced in disgust when he felt Big Mac’s cock pulse inside him.

>He felt a strange spike of pleasure just below his bladder, and without warning his body tensed.

>He opened his mouth in a moan and nearly gagged when a thin rope of cum landed on his tongue.

>He coughed in disgust and flashed his eyes at Big Mac, but his mind changed when he felt hot syrup pour into his colon.

>That wasn’t Big Mac’s load that had landed on his face. He looked down, and to his horror, he saw his member oozing with a thin white fluid.

>He looked up to Big Mac’s eyes, which were shut tight in pleasure. He emptied his balls inside Brad, something that he’d wanted to do for years.

>Brad lied there, powerless to stop the sickening load pumping into his ass, his breathing the only sound between the two.

>Big Mac held tightly to Brad’s legs as if to savor the moment. He took deep, heavy breaths.

>He slowly withdrew his cock, the bright red shaft streaked with his load.

>Brad sighed as Mac’s shaft lazily fell out of him. Almost immediately, the cage sealed itself around Bic Mac’s dying erection.

>He looked back at Brad with a warm smile and ran his hand through Brad’s hair.

“Ah’ll be back later, Brad,” he leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, “I promise.”

>He strutted off the stage, walking proudly past the horde of detractors.

>Names were tossed back and forth, “fag”, “homo”, “queer,” but Big Mac ignored them.

>It didn’t matter what anyone called him. He had gotten what he’d wanted for years.

>As he walked towards the back of the auditorium, the lesbian spectacle finished up.

>Pinkie screamed for the last time as her final orgasm hit her. Gilda too moaned as she got her climax.

>Her ending was cold; she merely got up and walked away from Pinkie without hardly a word.

>Just before she left the stage, she turned and called to Pinkie.

“Thanks for that, slut!” she shouted, “But you’re nothing like Dash!”

>Pinkie heard her, but she didn’t listen.

>Now the stage was finally clear of all but the two slaves.

>Pinkie lied, nearly unrecognizable under a layer of cum, her holes stretched wide and bright red from abuse.

>She had the eyes of a manikin, her blue eyes that always surged with energy now looking like scratched glass.

>The other cart held a man may have looked fine, but he simmered with pain and disgust.

>His boner, lying flat against his stomach, was flushed red with trapped blood.

>Rivers of dried cum ran down his shaft, a bead of white resting on the tip from Big Mac’s escapades.

>His anus was widened, and a small glob of cum rested at the entrance.

>A streak of semen lied on his heaving chest, the one orgasm that he’d enjoyed that day.

>Eerily and without a word, the doors to the auditorium swung open.

>The crowd looked behind them to see that Shimmer had disappeared, along with her two personal slaves.

>Something in their minds told them to head to the atrium and thanked them for their behavior.

>They obediently marched towards the front of the school, leaving Pinkie and Brad to recover on the carts.

>Meanwhile, on the other end of the school, Shimmer was rapidly approaching Room 101, eager to pick out the next traitor for their punishment.

“Hmm, who should I pick?” Shimmer scratched her chin with her claw, “Maybe the treehugger should learn her place.”

>And with a wicked laugh she swung open the door to Room 101.

 

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