As the class progresses, your teacher keeps an eye on you, making sure that no one bothers you. Once the bell rings, he walks over to you and places a hand gently on your shoulder. "Alright, Дима. Are you ready to find someone for you to talk to?" His touch sends a shiver down your spine as he leads you out of the classroom and towards the guidance counselor's office.

The guidance counselor listens intently as you explain what happened to you during lunch. Her expression softens and she nods understandingly, offering words of comfort and support. "I'm so sorry this happened to you, Дима," she says sincerely. "But don't worry, we're here to help. If there's ever anything else you need or anyone you want to talk to, please don't hesitate to come back and see me."

You try not to think about how many guys have taken you like this already today; it only makes it harder to bear the pain each time a new one comes along. This guy is strong and rough, taking you without any care for your well-being. You feel his hands gripping your hair as he pulls your head back roughly, exposing your neck.

"Mmm," he growls into your ear, "you're such a tight little thing."

Your words are lost in his lust as he continues to pound into you, faster and harder with each thrust. You feel the familiar sting of his cum filling you up, coating the insides of your sex. As he releases himself inside you, he finally pulls out, leaving you gasping for breath on the floor.

"That's a good girl," he pants, zipping up and walking away without another word.

Inside the girl's changing room, Milana finds a stash of clean clothes hidden away in one of the lockers. She changes into a fresh set of underwear and a tight-fitting tank top before slipping on a pair of jeans and sneakers. Her appearance is still far from innocent, but at least she doesn't look like she just murdered half the school anymore.

Now all that remains is to find a way out...

As Milana starts searching the room for something to conceal her tentacles with, she happens across a large, old-fashioned trunk in the corner. Curiosity gets the better of her and she opens it up, revealing a collection of odds and ends left behind by past students.

Amongst the various items is an oversized jacket that looks like it would fit over her shoulders easily enough. It's patched and frayed in places, but should conceal her tentacles well enough.

The boys grunt and swear as they take turns fucking you in every hole at once, their cocks sliding easily between your lips, your pussy, and your ass. You moan around their invading members, encouraging them to go even faster and harder. The teacher, unable to resist any longer, joins in on the fun by kneeling behind you and fucking your throat as he jerks off onto your back.

The boys continue their brutal gangbang, taking turns with each hole as they stretch and abuse your body. Their grunts grow louder and more frantic as they near the end, all of them determined to be the one to make you cum first. The teacher slams his cock into your throat, tears streaming down your face as he reaches climax with a hoarse cry.

The boys around you grin in triumph as they take turns fucking you senseless, their rough hands groping your body and leaving bruises everywhere. The teacher looks on with a satisfied smile, occasionally joining in the fun by pulling down your underwear and spreading your legs wider for them. You moan and cry out with every thrust, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure as they use you however they see fit.

You feel your orgasm building rapidly as the boys keep pounding into you mercilessly. Your mind starts to go blank from the intense stimulation. Suddenly, the teacher stands up...

"Enough," she says coldly, grabbing the first boy still buried inside you and forcing him out. He leaves you gaping and empty. Before you can recover, another boy is pushing forward, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and sucking hard. His thick cock prods your entrance as he grinds against it. He pushes in suddenly, filling you in one thrust.

With your mind thoroughly addled by pleasure, you focus solely on the sensations coursing through your body as Mr. Johnson expertly controls every inch of you. He continues to suck and stroke your cock, occasionally reaching down to pinch and twist your nipples or squeeze your ass cheeks, driving you further into a mindless haze of pleasure. Your release builds rapidly, the tension in your thighs and groin nearly painful as you feel it building up inside you.

"That's it, Aster,"

Mr. Johnson releases your cock with a wet pop and grin, satisfied at having brought you to the brink of orgasm. He steps back slightly, watching as you catch your breath before leaning forward again. "Now, why don't you show me what you can do?" he asks with a sly smile, his hand moving down between your legs. With a practiced motion, he pushes two fingers into your tight entrance, stretching and preparing you for what's to come. "That's it,"