#15 - Sculpting Sister Anne (p1)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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A few days after the field trip, the Headmaster decided it was time to visit Sister Anne again. He had asserted his dominance over her physically at the pool, but now he wanted to show her there were other ways he could control her.
Shortly after her art class started, he opened the classroom door and walked in. "Good morning, Headmaster" she greeted him, neutrally. He glanced around the room. The girls were just getting started, with bricks of soft modeling clay on their desks. They were already wearing smocks to protect their uniforms.
"Are you here to watch the pottery lesson, sir?" Robin inquired politely, not sure what his intent was.
"You won't be making pots today, Miss Atwell" he informed the pretty redhead. "You will be learning to sculpt." The girls seemed pleased with the unexpected lesson change.
Anne's eyebrows arched slightly, and she began to object. "I don't recall --" but he interrupted her.
"Surely you must remember telling me how well your students were progressing, and that you wanted to offer them more challenging lessons?"
"Well, they have been doing very well, yes, but I don't think --"
"No matter" he interrupted again. "I'd like to observe for a while, please proceed."
"Very well." She turned to the girls. "We'll start with something easy. Miss Wilson, will you please get a bowl of fruit from the kitchen?"
"That won't be necessary." He turned to Anne. "You will be the model for this project, Sister."
Her face paled as she realized what he was suggesting. "I don't think that would be appropriate, Headmaster."
"I will determine what is or is not appropriate at this school, Sister Anne," he replied sternly.
"Yes, of course, Sir. I only meant --"
"Let's not keep the students waiting. Remove your clothes."
"Perhaps we should work on a bust first?" she offered, removing her coif and veil, desperately hoping he would agree. "You do have a fine bust," he whispered, glancing at her breasts. "Perhaps I'll make a plaster cast of them later..."
"For now, I think a full body pose would be best. If you like, I will hand out some of the photographs we took, so the girls can get started while you decide." He pulled out a handful of pictures he had taken when he had raped her at the pool. The top one was a closeup of her looking at the camera, gagged with her panties.
"I... no... thank you Sir... that won't be necessary." She removed her sandals, and then the rest of her habit, and folded it neatly on her desk. She almost looked like salihli escort one of the students, young and trembling slightly, wearing only her underclothes.
When she hesitated, he moved behind her, unfastened her bra, and removed it. Then without warning, he squatted down, sliding her panties off. He heard a sharp intake of her breath, echoed by audible gasps from the girls when they saw the neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair between her legs.
As he helped her step out of her underwear, she felt his lips brushing against her naked bottom, and his warm tongue as he licked her once, leaving a wet trail between her cheeks. He tucked the panties into his pocket to add to his growing collection.
He stood and lead her to the center of the room where he had the girls shift their desks to form a circle around Anne. Then he brought out a wide round pedestal and helped her onto it.
"Now pose for us. You are Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt. Face to the side, and hold your arms as if you are an archer pulling a bowstring." He paused to observe her, then straightened her back and adjusted the position of her arms slightly, forcing her firm breasts forward.
"Widen your stance," he instructed as his hands slid between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Satisfied, he used a remote control to turn on the motorized stand; it hummed softly as it spun slowly, giving the students a view from all angles. She'd never been so fully exposed before, and she knew she would be posing for many more hours.
He turned to address the class. "You will be sculpting for the next three weeks" he informed them. "Whoever creates the best piece will get a week off from chores." The girls smiled and chittered excitedly with each other. "Perhaps we'll even put the best ones up for bids at our annual charity auction." Sister Anne blanched at the thought of people bidding on statues or her naked body...
Several hours later, the Headmaster returned to the art classroom. He was pleased to see Sister Anne was still posed, though he could tell her muscles were quivering with the effort. He walked slowly around the perimeter, pausing to examine the student's sculptures. Most were mediocre, but there were a few exceptions.
"Nice work on the face, Miss Thorn. The eyes are quite expressive," he added, complementing the dark-skinned girl.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Carolyn replied, smiling.
"Excellent attention to detail, Miss Atwell. The mons pubis is remarkably realistic. You must have spent quite a while working on that."
"Th... Thank you, Sir," the redhead responded, her pale skin blushing hotly.
"Though I think you missed a small birthmark, just next to her labia there" he added, almost touching the sculpture. "Come, stand up and take a closer look. samsun escort The rest of you may be excused," he said, addressing the class. They quickly gathered their things and hurried out.
The Headmaster turned off the rotating platform and beckoned Robin over. As the girl approached Sister Anne, he placed a hand on her back guiding her to bend down until her face was just inches away from the young teacher's vulva. "See here?" he asked, using his other hand to gently press Anne's labia to one side.
"Oh! Yes, I see it now," she admitted, almost whispering. "Thank you, Sir."
"I have some photographs you can use for reference, Miss Atwell. Why don't you stop by my office after class today, and I can loan them to you." Realizing what he meant, Sister Anne started to object, but he interrupted. "Go ahead now and catch up with the other girls, I wouldn't want you to miss lunch. I need a word with Sister Anne."
"Yes sir," the girl nodded and quickly left to join her classmates.
"Headmaster, there's no need to show her those photographs... please," she implored him.
"Oh? I have a feeling she would like very much to see them. I saw how intently she was looking at you, Sister. Did you notice her little tongue darting in and out of her mouth while she worked?"
"I intend to have her sculpt you in some different poses for me. She's quite talented." He paused to let her think about it. "Now then, shall I take some more pictures, or would you like to pose for her in person?"
"I think... pictures will be adequate, Headmaster."
"As I thought. Very well, let's start with some easy ones." He spent the next half-hour positioning her in yoga-like poses, and photographing them in minute detail, each more explicit than the one before.
... on her back with her legs lifted over her head...
... kneeling, with her mouth wide open...
... cupping her breasts, and tugging on her nipples...
... standing on one leg, with the other lifted straight up... He made her hold that position for quite a while as he captured close-ups of her exposed pussy.
... bent over, legs wide apart, holding her ass cheeks spread open...
... squatting, with her hand covering her pussy, fingers spreading her lips lewdly apart...
Finally, he put her back on the pedestal on her hands and knees, facing away from him. He slid his finger between her lips, pleased to feel how wet she was. She heard him unzip his trousers and felt the head of his hard cock where his finger had been. Rubbing up and down from her virgin pussy to her clit, over and over, coating himself in her cream.
"Are you ready for me, Sister Anne? Do you want to feel my cock in your cunt?"
"Please don't Sir... please... use my... other hole... again..."
"As you sancaktepe escort wish, Sister... for now." He moved the head of his cock to her tight young asshole and then held it pressed firmly against her. "Push back. Force yourself onto me. Show me that you want this, or I will use your cunt" he commanded.
She did as she was told, knowing that if she resisted it would only make things worse. She pushed back against him until her asshole finally accepted the painful intrusion. The head of his cock was slick from rubbing between her lips, but that alone wasn't nearly enough lubrication.
She pushed harder, stretching her tight butthole around his thick cock. He resisted the urge to grab her hips and thrust into her. Instead, he stood as unmoving as a wall, not only forcing her to submit but to actively, willfully impale herself upon him.
It took several minutes, but at last, she felt her cheeks pressing against him, his full length buried in her bowels. Satisfied, he grabbed her hips and began roughly fucking her, ravaging her ass. He pulled out, letting her hole close, and then forced his cock back in, over and over. Her muscles were too exhausted from hours of posing to offer any resistance. She suffered quietly until he finally withdrew.
But the Headmaster wasn't finished, she realized as he turned the pedestal back on, allowing it to rotate until she was facing him, his slick cock brushing against her lips. Sister Anne knew what he wanted, what he expected from her. But he didn't wait for her to submit; he didn't even warn her. He grabbed her hair and forced himself into her mouth, pushing until she thought she could take no more.
But there was more, and he didn't stop. He forced his cock into her throat, gagging her, choking her. He pulled back a few inches but his cock still filled her mouth. Desperate for air, she inhaled a breath through her nose, smelling the strong, musky odor of her ass before he thrust back into her throat.
At last, he pulled out her mouth completely. But then the pedestal was turning again, and again he pushed into her sore ass. This time was not quite as painful; her hole was stretched and his cock was now covered in her saliva.
He repeated this process fucking her ass and then her throat, over and over until she lost track of how many times. When the school bell rang, she realized he had been tormenting her for an hour; lunch was over and her afternoon class would be arriving any minute. He sped up his thrusts, pounding her even harder and deeper. Her ass was almost numb, but she could feel his cock throbbing as he emptied his seed into her.
He zipped his pants back up just as the students began arriving, but it was too late for her. She saw their mouths drop open and their eyes widen in shock as they saw her. But the Headmaster was unperturbed. He explained to the girls as he had done for the previous class, and wished them luck with their sculpting as he left the room.
Anne didn't say a word; only the humming from the turning pedestal broke the silence. The tears on her face had dried, but she could feel his cum dripping slowly out of her gaping ass.