********************************** 3 a.m. Rachel swore softly and blinked her eyes in the darkness, needing desperately to go back to sleep. The sleep...ess nights were beginning to take their toll on her. Moodiness, shoddy workmanship, inability to focus. She was drained. It seemed she did her best writing at night. Within 20 minutes she found herself flinging the covers away from her body. She made tea while her computer was booting up, the details of her most recent dream burning in her. And I have some more cleavage."Eat it? We don't eat anything the doctor doesn't prescribe around her you stupid slave! Show me where to torture you." And I lift my scrub blouse to expose that cleavage. After screaming from the ruler to my right nipple I told her the correct answer.Some of the questions took four times to get correct and my nipples have never felt more torment, before we made it to page 3. Tears flowed down my face and she made me kneel in front of the desk and lift my. She screamed loudly again and again. It felt as if she was being split in half as he drove mercilessly into the agonized depths of her smooth rubbery tunnel. She could feel his mammoth hardness burrowing far up into her intestines, spreading the delicate walls of her virginal little rectum wide apart as he plowed into her.Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another woman, naked as herself, and felt the woman shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her defenselessly upturned ass, forcing her. On occassion he would just grunt, shake his head and look at her with disgust. She had no idea what he was thinking as she nervously straightened her schoolgirl outfit, pulling on her white blouse and tugging on her plaid, pleated skirt. Patty was a cute girl of 18 with long black hair dark eyes and full ample breasts that she had used to her advantage all the way through school, yet here she sat with Mr. Jones who held her life in his hands.finally after what seemed like hours but was really.