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Ivy’s father was very rich, and he wanted only the best for his beautiful, spoiled, bitchy 18-year-old daughter. And so when he heard that the most performing school in the state was the all-boys St Aaron’s of West Eden, he decided that it was essential that Ivy finish her final year of schooling there.
It didn’t matter that Ivy was a girl, and that the school theoretically didn’t accept girls. It provided the best education, so she must have it – and he had the money to make that happen.
And so Ivy found herself beginning her final year of schooling at an all-boys school.
She wasn’t entirely unused to having boys stare at her – she was beautiful, rich, and gifted with naturally large breasts – but she had previously been schooled at a girls’ school, and being surrounded by so many males was confronting.
Some of them approached her immediately.
“You’re in the wrong school, babe,” said one boy.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” she replied. “I actually *am* going here, because my daddy paid for it to happen.”
Another boy came up to her, staring directly at her tits.
“Hey thot,” he said, “how about you and me skip class and you can stroke my cock while I lick those gorgeous udders?”
She made a face, and physically pushed him away. “Stay away from me, creep.”
Someone else yelled out, “Show us your tits!” and she gave him a finger.
And after that, no one was nice to her. The boys only interacted with her to leer at her, and make crude comments about her breasts.
But that was far from the worst of it. Because halfway through her first day at St Aaron’s, Ivy realised that it didn’t have any girls’ toilets – only ones for boys.
As she felt the pressure in her bladder growing, she asked a teacher for help, but he just shrugged, and suggested that she ask her daddy to fix it. She took his advice, and called her father – but he was audibly irritated at being bothered at work.
“The toilets have stalls, with doors, honey,” he said. “Just use a stall, in any bathroom.”
She tried to follow his advice – nervously creeping into a boys’ toilets, feeling relief when it was empty, and then heading into one of the cubicles. But here she found another disappointment. Unlike the well-maintained toilets of her previous school, these ones were in a shoddy state of disrepair, and all the cubicles were missing their locks. At some previous state someone had either removed the locks, or kicked the doors in.
She found she could hold the door closed if she propped her schoolbag against it, and, her bladder now practically bursting, she pulled down her panties, raised her skirt, and began to pee.
Just as she was done, there was a sudden loud bang, and the door flew open, displacing her bag. The boy who had told her that she was in the wrong school stood in the doorway, looking down at her, with several other boys behind him. They were all among the school’s older boys – they had to be at least 18, and she wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were older due to having been held back.
She squealed, and reached for her panties, which were around her ankles, but the lead boy put his foot on them, holding them in place.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked her.
“Get out!” she wailed.
He slapped her across the face, making her gasp.
“I asked you a question, bitch,” he said.
“I’m… I’m using the toilet!” she said. “Please, leave!”
“My name is Archer, but you can call me sir,” said the lead boy. “And this is a boys’ bathroom. Are you a boy?”
“N… no,” she spluttered. “But…”
Archer turned to the other boys. “Liam, Theo, grab her skirt, see if she’s a boy.”
Two tall, muscular boys elbowed past Archer into the cubicle. One reached down and uncinched her skirt, and then the other pulled it off her waist – leaving her naked from the waist down. Each of the boys grabbed one of her knees and forced them apart, exposing her cunt.
“No, she’s got a gash,” reported Liam, to her left.
“Nate, take photographic proof,” said Archer to another boy, and to Ivy’s horror and shame, the boy held up his camera and took a photograph of her, sitting on the toilet, with her cunt exposed.
“This is… this is sexual assault!” squealed Ivy, first trying to close her knees – unsuccessfully – and then to cover her pussy with her hands. Liam grabbed her hands and pulled them away.
“Tell me, bitch,” said Archer, “did you want to go to this school?”
“No!” said Ivy. “I begged my daddy to let me stay at my old school!”
“So do you think he’s going to believe that you were actually attacked in the toilets?” said Archer. “Or is he going to assume you’re just trying to get him to change his mind?”
Ivy gaped helplessly, as she realised that Archer was right. Her father *wouldn’t* believe her – particularly because she had made up so many outrageous lies in the past to get out of things she didn’t want to do (including an entirely fictional story that her tennis teacher had groped her tits, when she wanted to get out of tennis lessons).
“And if anyone does believe you, well, this photo of your cunt is going to be very important evidence that everyone will have to see,” said Archer.
“Please,” begged Ivy – although at this point she didn’t even know what she was begging for.
“You were a bitch to us when you got to this school,” said Archer. “A spoiled little daddy’s girl who thinks she can go anywhere she likes, even if she doesn’t belong. We need to teach you a lesson.”
“Please don’t rape me,” sniffled Ivy.
“Rape you?” said Archer. “We’re gentlemen. We wouldn’t stick our cocks in you unless you asked us to. But we *are* willing to humiliate and embarrass you. Tell me, bitch – would you like us to steal your skirt and panties so you have to run across the school bare-cunted to get them back?”
“No!” wailed Ivy. “Please, no!”
“Then we’ll have to work something else out,” said Archer. “But you’ll have to play along. Show her what happens if she doesn’t play along, boys.”
Liam and Theo pulled her off the toilet bodily, then turned her around so she was facing the toilet basin. They forced her down to her knees – and then brought her forward, and pushed her head down into the bowl. The bowl that she had just pissed in. Her ass was up behind her.
“I’m going to give you back your clothes,” Archer said. He took her panties from her ankles – and then pushed them against her anus. Ivy squealed, as Archer used one finger to push her underwear past her anal sphincter, into her ass, until just the end was hanging out.
Then he took her skirt from Liam, and used his fingers to spread her pussy lips. Ivy began to struggle like mad at this. No man had ever touched her cunt before – and now this asshole was playing with her pussy with his fingers.
But she couldn’t get free. Archer took her school skirt, and began to push it into her cunt. Slowly, bit by bit, he pushed it inside her, until her whole cunt was stuffed with it, leaving her feeling shamefully full, and again with the end just hanging out of her.
She hated most of all that she felt her pussy begin to get aroused from this treatment. She couldn’t help it. It just happened. She didn’t *like* it – it was just her body responding to stimulation, all by herself.
She desperately hoped that Archer wasn’t noticing.
“Time for the finale,” said Archer. “Say, ‘I’m sorry for being a stupid bitch, sir, and it won’t happen again.’”
“Go fuck yourself!” shrieked Ivy instead.
In response, Archer just nodded – and Theo flushed the toilet.
Ivy felt the waters swirl around her, getting in her mouth and eyes, soaking her hair. She almost made the mistake of screaming, which would have resulted in inhaling toilet water.
When it was over, they let her rise from the bowl, sputtering.
“Say it,” said Archer.
Ivy was slow to respond – so they dunked her again, and flushed again.
When she came up the second time, Archer didn’t have to prompt her.
“I’m sorry for being a stupid bitch, sir,” she said, in a small, defeated voice. “And it won’t happen again.”
“Good girl,” said Archer.
Liam and Theo turned her around to face Archer again.
“I don’t know your name,” said Archer, “and I don’t want to know. You’re going to answer to the name ‘bitch’. Do you understand?”
Ivy nodded.
“We’re going to give you six weeks of lessons,” said Archer. “Given that you’re a slut, you might like to think of them as lessons in lust. And if you obey me, and complete your lessons, we’ll let you go, and you can complete the rest of your schooling unbothered. How does that sound?”
Six weeks of lessons? It sounded awful. But what choice did she have?
“I can do that, sir,” she said.
“Good girl,” said Archer. “And I think the first lesson you need to learn is that girls don’t use the boys’ toilets without permission…”
The evil glint in his eye told her she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind.
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