Story: Allison’s Education, Part 11 – Stationery

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Allison was in Religion class, with Father Joseph, when Father Joseph called Allison to the front of the class. 

“Allison, sweetest,” he said.  “We’re all out of spare pens in the classroom.  Would you be a good little cow and run yourself to the Stores Office, and bring us back forty or so fresh pens?” 

Allison nodded submissively, and went to leave, but Father Joseph pointed her to a heavy wooden board by the door.   

“Be sure to take the hall pass with you,” he told her, “or you’ll be punished if you’re caught in the halls.  And don’t be dawdling – there’ll be punishment if you’re not swift.” 

The hall pass was ridiculously oversized, and heavy, and Allison found she needed both of her hands to carry the thing. 

She reached the Stores Office quickly enough – several corridors from her classroom – and was greeted by the custodian in charge of the stationery supplies, known to the students only as “John the Stores Guy”.  John was an unshaven, sloppily dressed man, not that much older than Allison herself, and he openly leered at her tits as she entered his office. 

“Hey, you’re the girl that says she deserves to be raped,” he said. 

Allison blushed.  “Uh… yes,” she said.  “Um, Father Joseph needs forty pens.” 

John scooped up a double handful of blue pens from a tray, and deposited them on a desk in front of Allison.  “Here you go.” 

Allison thanked him, and tried to pick them up – but it was quickly clear to her that she would need two hands to carry them all, and that she would never be able to carry the hall pass as well. 

“Could I, um, have some kind of box or something?” she asked. 

“Did Father Joseph ask for a box?” asked John. 

“No,” answered Allison honestly. 

“Then no,” said John. 

Allison whimpered.   She looked at the pens, then back at the hall pass.  She could perhaps do it in several trips, but that would surely incur punishment from Father Joseph. 

John sighed.  “I think I can help you.  Sit up on the desk here.” 

Allison did as she was told, eager to be helped – but she was less eager when John grabbed her knees and forced them apart.  Then he pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked cunt, and the thick metal rings pierced through her labia. 

“No panties,” laughed John.   “What a whore.  I guess you really do want to be raped.” 

Then he took a handful of the pens, and pushed them into her cunt. 

Allison yelped, and tried to pull her knees back together, but John held them firmly open.  He pushed more pens into her pussy, then more, until her cunt was grossly distended. 

“They don’t fit,” objected Allison. 

“Shush,” said John.   “You can fit a baby’s skull through that thing.  A few pens will be fine.”  And he jammed another handful of the pens into her twat, and then another.   

Soon, to her astonishment, all forty pens were jammed into her fuckhole.  Then John took a grip of the entire bundle, and began to slowly fuck it in and out of her. 

Allison moaned, in humiliation – and also in lust.  It felt wrong.  It felt good.   She didn’t resist. 

John continued to rape her fuckhole with the pens – and soon enough, Allison felt herself orgasming.   John laughed at her when he saw her cumming. 

“Slut,” he said.   “Getting off on being raped by stationery.” 

Even as she was still shaking and twitching from the orgasm, he pushed the pens back into her, until they were almost wholly in her cunt.  Then he took a twist-tie from another tray, and used it tied her labia rings together, trapping the pens in her pussy. 

“There you go,” he said.   “Now you can take them back to Father Joseph.” 

She waddled back through the school hallways, holding the hall pass, with her cunt stuffed full of pens.    

When she arrived back in class, Father Joseph gave her a disdainful look. 

“And may I be asking where the *pens* are, young Allison?” he said. 

Allison blushed.  She didn’t want to say.  Everyone was looking at her. 

It wasn’t going to stop until she spoke. 

“They’re in my… my pussy,” she whispered. 

“Louder!” said Father Joseph.  “I can’t hear you.” 

“The pens are in my pussy,” said Allison, louder, her face bright red. 

“Show me,” said Father Joseph. 

And Allison was forced to lift her skirt, and show her cunt to the whole class, so they could see her labia rings tied shut with a twist tie, and the pens eager to escape her fuckhole. 

“Is this the way a nice girl carries pens, Allison?” asked Father Joseph. 

It clearly was not.   “No, sir,” she said, looking down. 

“So why did *you* carry them this way, Allison?” asked Father Joseph. 

She wanted to say it was because of the hall pass.  Or because of John.  But she knew the answer she was expected to give. 

“Because I’m a big-uddered whore, sir,” she said, quietly. 

“Louder.” 

“I stuffed the pens in my cunt because I’m a big-uddered whore, sir!” said Allison, loudly. 

The entire class guffawed with laughter. 

Father Joseph took down a shallow stationery tray, and wrote a label on it, that read, “ALLISON CUNT PENS”. 

“Come up here on the table, Allison,” he said, “and spread your legs for the class.  Then take each pen from your whorish pussy, one by one, and lick it clean of your slut juices, and then place it in the tray.” 

And so Allison found herself showing her cunt to the entire class, and licking her arousal nectar off the pens as her fellow students watched and laughed.  She needed to hold the remaining pens in her cunt with her free hand, because her pussy muscles kept trying to squeeze them out, and the repeated process of her cunt pushing them out and her hand pushing them back in was effectively masturbation.   

Her face grew redder throughout the class, and she began to breathe heavily, and when she was down to only ten pens left to remove and lick, she found herself suddenly orgasming, right there on the teacher’s desk, with the whole class watching. 

There was more laughter, and she became aware at that point that some of the students had been filming her.   Doubtless this footage would make its way around the entire school before long. 

She finished licking the last pen clean just as the bell was ringing to signal the end of class.   Allison jumped up and began to gather her things from her desk, putting them back in her pencilcase. 

But Father Joseph interrupted her, as the other students were leaving. 

“Oh, I don’t think you need a pencilcase, Allison,” he told her.  “Not when you’ve just demonstrated what a natural purse you have on your body.”   He smiled, and confiscated her pencilcase. 

And Allison knew what he expected her to do – and knew she wouldn’t be leaving the classroom without doing it. 

And so she pushed her pens up her pussy, and her pencils, and her eraser, and her glue stick, and with a bit of effort she even pushed her small hole-punch up her twat. 

And then she tied her pussy rings shut with a twist tie, and went to her next class.

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