As soon as Ellen Makepeace finished her History degree at Cambridge, she started looking for a job. But the economy was fucked, and there were no jobs to be had - not even, it seemed, for an incredibly intelligent and incredibly beautiful young woman, with sky-blue eyes and long, straight blonde hair. When you met Ellen for the first time, your eyes travelled down from her angelic face to her enormous tits, which were very striking on her slender, petite frame. She was young for her age and very innocent, and she wanted more than anything else to work at a museum or an archive. But after sending out hundreds of application letters without even getting to interview, she began to panic and cast her net a lot wider. Finally she applied for a job under the Teach First scheme, at one of the new city academies - St. Peter's, in Chesterfield.

It was one application among two or three hundred - but it was the one where she got called for interview and seemed to do well.

The headmaster of St. Peter's, Mr Callow, had struck her as a little creepy. He had stared at her breasts all the way through her interview, and hadn't seemed to listen to her answers. But when he'd finally said "the job is yours" her heart had leapt and she'd thanked him effusively, shaking his hand for much too long. He smled at her, or maybe smirked, and told her he was sure she'd have a memorable time at the school. And that was the last she saw of him until the following september when term began.

Ellen's first two weeks at the school were uneventful, but in the third week something extraordinary and disturbing happened, and it revealed to her the secret heart of St. Peter's. She walked into an empty classroom on the top floor of the school and found three of her colleagues gang-raping a year-ten girl. Ellen knew the girl - it was Mandy Sims from class 10H, an angelically beautiful brunette who stood only foor feet tall. She was being subjected to an incredibly brutal assault, and for a moment Ellen could do nothing but stare. The three big, muscular men had bent the little schoolgirl face-down over a desk. Mr Matthews had hauled her knickers down and was driving his cock in and out of her immature cunt from behind, while Mr Poole was holding her head in both hands and pumping it up and down on his huge hard-on, which was deeply embedded in her mouth. Mr Lewis was filming the obscene and thrilling threesome on his mobile, his own erect cock protruding spectacularly from his flies. The three men were obviously having a great time - their little girlfriend not so much! The fourteen-year-old was making desperate choking sounds around the giant adult cock that was pistoning in and out of her face, her eyes wide with shock.

"How tight's her twat?" Mr Lewis asked.

"Pretty fucking tight!" Mr Matthews panted. "I'm gonna lose my load!"

"Not yet," Mr Lewis objected. "I want a go up her, first!"

"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Ellen didn't know where she found the strength to yell like that, but it did the trick. The two men fucking Mandy pulled their cocks out of her, and all three turned to stare at Ellen.

"Who the fuck is this?" Mr Lewis demanded.

"That new cunt in the History department," Mr Poole panted. "Listen - - Ellen, is it? We're pretty busy here. Why don't you piss off and put the kettle on so we can have a nice cup of tea when we've finished."

"Or stay and lick our dicks clean," Mr Matthews counter-suggested.

"You are not..." Ellen almost spluttered. "I am not going to allow you to rape this child!"

"Rape?" Mr Matthews raised his eyebrows as though in affronted surprise. "Mandy asked us to give her a seeing to, didn't you Mandy? Tell Miss Makepeace."

"It - - it's all right, Miss," the young girl stammered, hands clasped tightly to her punished cunthole. "I asked for it."

"That doesn't matter!" Ellen exclaimed indignantly. "She's fourteen years old! It's illegal for you to have sex with her!"

"Illegal?" Mr Poole seemed bewildered. "What the shitting fuck has that got to do with anything? Are you mad?"

"No," Mr Matthews said. "She's just new. Listen, Ellen, you're making a mistake - but there's probably no way to stop you, so fucking go ahead. Mandy, go to your next lesson. But come to my study in break tomorrow. And ask nurse Bonaventure to give you a morning after pill, because your cunt's going to be awash."

"Do no such thing, Mandy!" Ellen blazed. "These men won't even be at the school tomorrow." She waited while the little girl, still shaken from the rough fucking she'd received, pulled her knickers up, collected her school bag from the corner of the room and left. Then she gave the three men a fierce glare. "I'm going to the headmaster right now," she said grimly. "I'm sure you'll hear from him in due course."

To her surprise, the rapists all grinned. "Yeah," Mr Poole chuckled, "I'm sure we will."

Ellen stormed out, slamming the door behind her, and went directly to Mr Callow's office. She told the head's secretary that her business was vitally important, then waited until she was ushered in.

"What can I do for you, Miss Makepeace?" the head grunted. He was reading through a report of some kind and didn't seem to appreciate the interruption.

Ellen broke the news to him - that three members of his staff were rapists! Then she sat back and waited for him to react.

"Who were they fucking again?" he asked her, stroking his chin.

"Mandy Sims, of 10H," Ellen said. She was surprised not to see more anger and horror in the head's face.

"Mandy Sims." Mr Callow nodded. "She's cute. I wouldn't mind slipping her a length myself."

The blood drained out of Ellen's face. "B - but Mr Callow!" she gasped, "I - - I'm talking about rape! The rape of a fourteen-year-old!"

The head shrugged. "Well rape is a very ugly word, Miss Mapepeace," he said. "And as we both know, when a girl says no she usually means 'persuade me'."

Ellen opened and closed her mouth several times. She couldn't think of anything to say to this monstrous assertion. "But they weren't persuading her!" she exclaimed at last. "They were bending her over a desk and having their way with her. Two of them at once!"

"That sounds to me like a very effective form of persuasion," the head said, with a smile. "Miss Makepeace - Ellen - let me explain something to you. The philosophy, if you will, on which this school is run."

He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "When I was a younger man," he said, "I didn't get much action. Sometimes I'd try to get a girl into bed and she'd refuse me for one reason or another. It used to make me very angry that these young women felt free to ignore my sexual needs and do what the fuck they liked, after turning me on in the first place."

"But it was their right to..." Ellen faltered.

"Shut the fuck up," Mr Callow said. "When I want you to talk, I'll tell you. To be honest, if a woman's talking it means she doesn't have a cock in her mouth, which feels like something of a waste in my opinion."

Ellen stood, blushing furiously. Oral sex had always been something that embarrassed and slightly disgusted her, and this blatant sexism made her stomach turn.

"I don't have to listen to this!" she said.

"No, you don't," the headmaster agreed. "And obviously you're still on probation here at St. Peter's - which means you can leave, or be dismissed, without notice." He gave her a cold smile. "That's very convenient for all of us, isn't it?"

And now Ellen's stomach turned for a different reason. To go back to job-seeking again, after all that hard work! It was almost unbearable to think about.

"I - I didn't say - - " she stammered.

"That you wanted to leave? No, you didn't. It's entirely up to you, Miss Meakepeace. Well, and to me, of course. I have to be sure you can fit into our little team. Would you like to sit down? I didn't tell you this interview was over."

Reluctantly, filled with dismay and self-disgust and misgivings, Ellen sat down again. She couldn't believe she was doing this - still listening to a man who was excusing rape. But she really needed the job.

"So what was I talking about?" Mr Callow resumed. "Oh yes. My youth. I experienced a lot of sexual frustration back then. Very few men get as much sex as they like, and I have very considerable needs in that department. It made me unhappy and frustrated when I went out on a date with a girl and she refused to open her legs at the end of the evening. And when I was appointed to the headship of this school, it occurred to me that I could create a sort of paradise for men like me. A place where any man who wanted to get some sex could have it, and any girl who said no would fucking well regret it. That's what St. Peter's is, Miss Makepeace. And if you want to walk out, I'll understand. But if you want to stay -" he stood and unzipped his flies, pulling out an indecently huge cock " - you'll get down on your hands and knees, crawl over here and suck me off."

Ellen stared at the massive organ in horror, her head swimming. "I - I'll tell the police," she blurted. "I'll have you arrested."

Mr Callow sighed and shook his head. "For fuck's sake, woman!" he said. "Why do you think it took the police thirty years to arrest Jimmy Savile? It's because every senior policeman in this country has at some point or another fucked a pre-teen while Jimmy Savile held his coat. And I've assisted the chief constable in a very similar way."

"Then - then I'll go to the papers!"

"And so will I. And I'll have a great many witnesses who support my version of events - that you were under-performing, got a bad review and decided to take revenge."

Ellen swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. This was monstrous! But she felt completely powerless in the face of Mr Callow's cold certainty.

"I won't tell anyone, then," she muttered, hating herself. "But please don't make me..."

"Get sucking, you stupid little whore," Mr Callow snarled.

With a sense of unreality, Ellen knelt. The headmaster waved his gigantic erection as though he was coaxing a dog to come and get a bone. She crawled on hands and knees across to him. She parted her lips, and slid them over Mr Callow's enormous, empurpled glans.

He grunted in satisfaction as the beautiful young woman started to suck his big fat cock.

Ellen blinked away tears as she fellated him. She'd done this for her boyfriend, at his earnest insistence, but only once or twice - and always she'd been filled with shame and disgust at the unnatural act. But to do it to a man she barely knew, and to be forced into it against her will, felt much, much worse. The headmaster's glans had a pungent, bitter taste to it - the sweat of a long, hard day, which she was washing away with her tongue.

"Use your hands too," Mr Callow ordered her. "Wank me off into your mouth."

Ellen gave an involuntary moan of dismay, but she did as she was told. Glancing fearfully upwards, she saw the head's mouth spreading in a wide, leering grin as he accepted her oral worship. "Not bad at all!" he grunted. "If you do leave the school, Miss Makepeace, you might consider getting a job as a prostitute. You know how to handle a cock. But then I suppose for a woman the knowledge is innate."

Ellen said nothing, and after that one time she didn't try to meet Mr Callow's gaze. She kept her eyes on the floor as she wanked and sucked on his gigantic member. It swelled in her mouth, and the head's breathing got heavier. Ellen braced herself to swallow his orgasm. But to her surprise he pulled his massive organ out of her sucking mouth hastily, as though out of consideration for her feelings.

It was not that, of course. He took over the wanking duties himself now, fisting his giant hard-on right in her face. "Don't move," he grunted. "Oh fuuuuck!" Ellen closed her eyes and tried not to flinch as the massive cock recoiled again and again, delivering spurt after spurt of thick semen onto her pretty face. And not just her face: the headmaster milked his mighty organ onto her tits as well, and wiped its head, still pumping out crocodile tears of spunk, on her pink blouse.

Finally he shook it in her face and put it away. "Go to your class," he told her. "But then come back here at the end of the day. And Miss Makepeace - if you wash between now and then, or try to clean yourself up in any way, I will not be happy. Now fuck off."

Ellen stared at him in horror, still on her knees with the juice of his sexual climax dripping off her chin and running down her titties. Her face, she could feel, was glazed like a doughnut.

"But - - but - - " she managed.

"Of course." Mr Callow turned to stare at her, a stare of contemptuous amusement. "You're at liberty not to come back, of course - or to wash your face before you go to your class. Either of which I will see as a resignation. And if you're still here in ten seconds, I'm going to shove this stapler" - he held it up to show her - "up your cunt."

Ellen fled. Outside the door, heart hammering in her chest, she leaned against the wall to keep from fainting. She'd just been orally raped. Or had she? She'd suckled on the headmaster's penis of her own free will, and allowed him to ejaculate over her face. But no, it had been under duress! But... had she still had a choice? Did this count as a violation or not? (Certainly it felt as though she'd been devastatingly, irrevocably violated.)

And what was she going to do now???

The answer to that last question was obvious, though she faced it with a sinking heart. She'd only fellated Mr Callow in order to keep her job. And that terrible ordeal was for nothing if she allowed him to fire her now.

When she walked into the classroom, it took a few seconds for anyone to notice the obscene state she was in. Then gasps and whispers spread - first along the front row, then further back. Someone laughed. A girl said "Slut!" in a not-quite-whisper.

Then the cellphones came out.

Shamed beyond her wildest imagination, all Ellen could do was endure. The "Slut!" refrain was taken up by a few more female voices, and she realised - to add the finishing touch to her shame - that one of the girls mouthing the word, her lip curled in disgust, was Mandy Sims!

But I saved you! Ellen thought wretchedly. I only look like this because I saved you!

"T - turn to page 50 in your textbooks," she said, gulping back tears. "And t - take notes." She bowed her head so the kids wouldn't see her crying. And she stayed in that posture for most of the hour. She didn't even look up when the bell rang.

Finally, when the classroom was empty, she gathered her things and made her way back to the head's study. She was expecting to be made to suck Mr Callow's cock again, and she was steeling herself for it, determined to get it over with quickly. What she was not expecting was to find Mr Matthews, Mr Lewis and Mr Poole already in the head's study waiting for her.

"Take a seat, Miss Makepeace," the head commanded her.

Ellen did as she was told, her skin prickling a little. She knew she was in enemy territory here. None of the three men liked her, and the head had power over her. All she could do was try not to anger them.

"Your colleagues here," Mr Callow said gravely, "have made a serious complaint against you. They say they were interviewing a student in their pastoral capacity - health and social education, I think you said, Mr Poole?"

"That's right, sir," Mr Poole said.

"And that you interfered and disrupted the session. Is that true?"

"I - I didn't - - " Ellen stammered, dismayed and more than a little scared. "They were - - I didn't mean to - - "

"So it was an accident?" the head interrupted her.

Ellen hesitated. What could she say? All four men were looking at her expectantly, their eyes hard. "Yes," she managed at last. "It was an accident."

"Then perhaps you should apologise," Mr Callow suggested.

Ellen stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth falling open. But still, she was trapped. And clearly she was going to get no mercy. She swallowed hard. "I'm sorry," she muttered, eyes downcast.

The head rapped on the desk with his fingers, impatiently. "I hope you can do better than that, Miss Makepeace," he said.

Blinking back tears, Ellen stared at her tormentors. "I'm very sorry, Mr Poole," she said, past the lump in her throat. "Mr Matthews. Mr Lewis. I shouldn't have interrupted while you were - - while you were with Mandy. It was rude of me. I won't do it again."

"Well then," Mr Callow said with a smile. "That was well said. Are you all happy with that, gentlemen? Or do you still have a grievance with Miss Makepeace?"

"No grievance at all, sir," Mr Matthews said. "In fact - - well - - "

"Yes, Mr Matthews?"

"Actually, sir, I'm very attracted to Miss Makepeace. And I'd like to ask her out on a date."

The head tutted and shook his head. "The school has an anti-fraternisation policy, Mr Matthews. But I suppose in this one instance I could make an exception. Miss Makepeace, Mr Matthews would like to ask you on a date. Do you accept?"

Ellen groped for words. "I - - I've got a boyfriend," she tried. "That is - - I'm seeing someone."

"I'm very open-minded, sir," Mr Matthews said.

"Mr Matthews is very open-minded, Miss Makepeace."

She looked from one man to the other and back again. The head's grim stare made it clear what would happen if she said no. Her heart sank into her shoes. "All right," she murmured, bowing her head.

"Sir," said Mr Lewis, "I'd like a date with Miss Makepeace too."

"Miss Makepeace, Mr Lewis would also like a date with you."

Ellen couldn't make herself look at any of them now. "All right," she mumbled.

"Count me in," Mr Poole said.

"Miss Makepeace, Mr Poole would like - - "

"All right!" Ellen cried. "I said all right. They can - - they can all - - "

She didn't finish the sentence. But she didn't have to. The three men were all over her, tearing her blouse open, hauling down her knickers, groping her all over her body.

"Christ!" Mr Lewis grunted. "I've wanted to cop a feel of these tits ever since I saw them!" He was squeezing them hard as he said it, making Ellen gasp in pain. Meanwhile fingers probed her cunt and rectum, slid inside.

"Oh God!" she whimpered. "Please - - " But there was no point in begging. She was about to get what the three men had intended to give Mandy Sims. She was going to be gang-raped!

She submitted docilely as the three eager men took off the rest of her clothes and bent her over the head's desk. Mr Matthews shoved his cock - which was very big and very hard - into her mouth and told her to suck on it. She did as she was told, although the huge head of it it tasted sour and disgusting. She realised that he hadn't washed it since he'd had it up Mandy's cunt earlier in the day. She was tasting a fourteen year old's vaginal secretions.

Mr Poole got behind her and positioned his gigantic erection at the entrance to her cunt. Unconcerned about the lack of lubrication he commenced to force it up her, making her moan and grunt in pain around the massive cock in her mouth. Her discomfort seemed to turn Mr Matthews on and he started to shag her in the face, slowly at speed but with gathering speed and force.

Soon she was getting it at both ends, mercilessly and brutally.

Mr Poole pulled out of her cunt and was replaced by Mr Lewis. He was at least a little more concerned about the friction problem. He knelt and spat into her open twat before slipping his dick up her and proceeding to give her a vigorous seeing-to. Mr Poole, meanwhile, came around and took over from Mr Matthews in her mouth. Now it was her own vagina she was tasting.

The head just watched, seemingly in no hurry to join in.

Ellen's torment went on for what seemed like hours. The men rotated in their use of her holes, thoroughly enjoying her. The only time she struggled was the first time a cock was shoved up her arse. Then she kicked and screamed and almost got free, but three men held her down while the fourth - Mr Lewis - rammed the whole of his colossal, thick erection inch by inch up her bumhole and proceeded to bugger her half-senseless. After the first time it didn't hurt so much, and she found that being sodomised was actually preferable to being choke-fucked. Not that her mouth was ever left empty for very long.

"Sit her over here," Mr Callow said at last, and the three rapists cavalierly dumped her, half-unconscious from an hour's hard fucking, down in the head's swivel chair. For a moment she actually thought her ordeal was over, but only until the head picked up the stapler from his desk and walked over to her. "Sorry," he said. "Ever since I said this, I've been thinking about it - and I've got to get it out of my system."

Mr Lewis and Mr Matthews held her legs apart, and Mr Poole kept her arms twisted up behind her back as Mr Callow inserted the bulky stapler into her vagina and slowly forced it up inside her. The big, angular object was never meant to be shoved into a woman's body, and the pain was incredible as it scraped against her inner walls. Ellen was sobbing and squealing and begging for mercy, but the head didn't stop until the whole length of the stapler was embedded in her cunt and only the business end protruded. Then he got a sheaf of papers from his desk, brought them into position and jammed the heel of his hand down hard on her clit to staple them together.

Ellen actually fainted at this point. When she recovered her senses she was once again bent over the desk. She could feel that the stapler was still wedged into her cunt, but it wasn't impeding her three eager lovers as they took turns up her arse.

Mr Matthews was the first to come. She heard him grunt like a pig as he leaned his full weight on her - and she felt his sperm go up into her large intestine, jet after jet. Mr Lewis elected to come in her mouth, eagerly feeding his cock, slicked with shit along its length, between her swollen lips. He brought himself off with quick, shallow thrusts, groaning in delight. Ellen's mouth filled again and again with his cum as she swallowed and swallowed. Then Mr Poole's cock was in her arse again and he was riding her hard, calling her a cunt and a whore as he sodomised her. After he'd come, pulling out of her to pump his semen onto the round cheeks of her arse, he let her slide off the desk onto the floor of the study, where she lay with her hands clasped to her raw and bleeding cunt, the stapler still protruding obscenely from its lips.

"So how was your date?" Mr Callow asked, and all three men agreed that it had been pretty fucking good.

"Then I think you can go, Miss Makepeace," the head said. "You've satisfied your boyfriends, so you should probably go home and try to make yourself look a little bit less like a whore."

Ellen tried to get to her feet, but it wasn't easy. Every muscle in her body ached, and her cunt was still in agony. She plucked tentatively at the stapler, but the headmaster tutted and bent down to slap her hand away. "No, no, Miss Makepeace. I think you should keep the stapler. You seem to be very attached to it. You can give it back to me in the morning. And what I mean by that is that you will come into school still wearing it, as it were, and bring it here for me to extract. Do you understand?"

"I - - I understand," Ellen croaked.

"Then fuck off out of it," the head said, and he gave the visible end of the stapler a sharp kick with the toe of his shoe. Ellen convulsed in shock and pain, a strangled gasp torn from her mouth. "There's more where that came from," Mr Callow said, "if you need help getting up."

Ellen somehow managed to get upright and staggered out of the room. She walked out of the building and across the car park with one-inch steps, trying not to make the huge foreign object that had been jammed up her twat scrape agonisingly against her torn vaginal walls.

Once inside her car she gave way to hysterical sobbing. Nothing in her life had ever been worse than this. Surely nothing could be worse.

But this was Ellen's first term at St. Pedo's, and there was much, much more for her to learn.