The collage of agony and ecstasy part nine
deline alone with him.
Madeline hauled Montagne upright, his legs buckling. She took the blue plastic chair from under the desk and shoved it back under the door handle. With a sharp tug, she lifted her shirt, freeing soft, pale breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples. She pulled his face into their pillowy warmth, muffling his gasp. "Do you like my boobies, little boy?" she teased, her voice a husky whisper.
Montagne nodded weakly against her skin, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla lotion.
Madeline chuckled, her fingers tangling in his curls.
“I bet you wish Miss Seoid did this to you," she murmured, her thumb tracing the shell of his ear. Montagne froze. *If only Madeline knew,* he thought, the memory of Stella pulling his head into her bosom—the sharp sting of her spanks, the dizzying pressure of her flesh, the terrifying thrill of her control. Stella hadn’t just touched him; she’d *claimed* him.
A whole minute passed before Madeline finally pulled his face from her breast. She glanced at the door, frowning. Her friends were taking their sweet time—probably letting her enjoy their boy toy alone. With a sly grin, Madeline turned her back to Montagne. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sky-blue shorts and tugged them down, followed by her cloud-patterned panties. She glanced over her shoulder, winked, and slowly, deliberately lowered her bare buttocks onto his face. She alternated pressing her soft cheeks firmly against his mouth and cheek, then shifted to smother his eyes, nose, and forehead. This way, she insured that he could always breathe. Her hips moved in slow, grinding circles.
“How’s my ass feel, cutie?" she teased. Montagne’s muffled groan vibrated against her skin. Madeline giggled, shifting again to smother his nose and eyes. Another minute crawled by before she suddenly jerked her hips violently from side to side, bringing his head along with her shaking ass cheeks.
"Am I rattling your brain?" she taunted, her voice thick with delight.
"Getting dizzy? Good!" Montagne’s head snapped back and forth helplessly until she stopped after yet another minute, planting her hands on the floor to lift herself off him.
Her three friends burst back in, eyes wide and smirking. "Looks like someone’s been enjoying herself!" Lilith crowed, tossing Madeline her favorite snack—Cheese Ritz Bitz Crackers—and a bottle of cranberry juice. Helmi winked, saying, “We took our sweet time. Figured you deserved some solo playtime with our boy toy."
Madeline scrambled off Montagne, cheeks flushed, and joined the others at Stella’s student desks. They tore into their snacks—Sarai with a granola bar, Lilith with pretzel sticks, Helmi with dried mango slices—devouring them in under a minute. Madeline took her time, slowly sipping her juice and crunching each cracker while Montagne lay limp on the floor, catching his breath. Finally, she crumpled the empty wrapper and grinned. "Five minutes are up! Sarai’s turn!"
Sarai stalked toward him, golden braids swinging like a lioness eyeing prey.
“Madeline, get that duct tape again and tape his wrist and ankles! Lilith, Helmi, play rock/paper/scissors to decide which one of you sits on his face and tickles his armpits, and which one of you is going to help Madeline tickle his belly button, stomach, and feet. While I’m sucking him off, I’ll tickle his knee pits, not to mention scratch his thighs and balls!” she barked out with great enthusiasm.
Madeline scrambled to Stella’s desk, ripping out another strip of duct tape. Lilith and Helmi faced off—rock, paper, scissors! Scissors cut Helmi’s paper Lilith grinned triumphantly, planting herself squarely on Montagne’s face, her butt cheeks pressing against his temples as she placed her fingers near his armpits. After removing his shirt, which left the Hmong-Haitian boy completely naked, Madeline taped his ankles/wrists together while Helmi pinned his hips down, her nails tracing circles around his navel. Sarai lowered her mouth toward his throbbing cock, her breath hot.
“Ready… set… GO!” she yelled.
Sarai’s mouth descended—wet, urgent suction—as Lilith’s fingers spider-walked Montagne’s armpits, making him buck and scream into her buttocks. Helmi blew raspberries on his stomach while Madeline scraped her nails down his soles.
Helmi shifted tactics, gently scratching Montagne’s nipples with her fingernails, causing him to squirm as though having a seizure. She plunged her tongue deep into his belly button, swirling it violently while her free hand clawed soft red lines across his stomach. Sarai’s fingers danced along the sensitive hollows behind his knees, her mouth never leaving his cock as she alternated between deep throaty sucks and teasing licks. Then she switched to digging her nails slightly into his inner thighs and dragging them down, before doing the same to his testicles.
Lilith pressed her buttocks hard against Montagne’s face. Just like Madeleine, she alternated between smothering his nose, eyes, and forehead, and then his cheeks and mouth, ensuring that his breathing was not obstructed. She rubbed in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against his skin. After several seconds, she clenched her cheeks tightly, squeezing his face like a vise. Then she began shaking her hips violently back and forth, rattling his head against the linoleum floor. His muffled cries vibrated against her skin, drowned out by Sarai’s wet slurps and Helmi’s raspberries.
Montagne fought desperately against the sensations; he didn’t want to grant his schoolmates an easy victory, Especially since they were all stimulating him at the same time.
Sarai’s mouth worked relentlessly, her tongue flicking against his frenulum while her nails raked his inner thighs. Lilith’s grinding intensified, her buttocks smothering his face as she shook violently side-to-side, rattling his skull against the linoleum. Helmi alternated between deep belly button probes and sharp nipple scratches, while Madeline’s fingers danced mercilessly across his soles and arches. The overload of touch—painful, ticklish, erotic—kept him teetering on the edge without release. He clenched his jaw, toes curling, muscles straining against the duct tape as sweat slicked his skin. Two agonizing minutes crawled by, each second a battle against surrender.
Then it hit: a seismic wave of pleasure tore through him. Sarai’s suction tightened as he erupted, jets pulsing hot and thick down her throat. She moaned around him, swallowing greedily, her nails digging into his balls to prolong every spasm. The girls didn’t relent—Lilith’s hips jerked faster, Helmi blew a final raspberry on his quivering stomach, Madeline scraped her nails down his instep. Sarai kept sucking, hollowing her cheeks, milking him through the aftershocks as his vision blurred. Another ninety seconds passed before his cock finally went limp in her mouth, utterly drained.
Sarai pulled back, her lips glistening. With a predatory grin, she wrapped her fingers around the base of Montagne's spent cock, squeezing firmly just like Lilith had done. Slowly, agonizingly, she slid her hand upward, milking out four final, pearly drops of semen onto her waiting tongue. She savored them with a theatrical sigh.
"Every last drop belongs to us," she declared, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
The girls moved with practiced efficiency—Sarai untaped Montagne's wrists and ankles while Lilith and Helmi redressed him in his boxers and shorts. Madeline pulled his shirt back over his head, smoothing the fabric down. They hauled him upright, his legs trembling, and half-carried, half-dragged him down the hallway to the bathroom near the water fountain. Inside, Helmi soaked paper towels under the faucet, wringing them out before scrubbing briskly at Montagne's groin to erase the scent of semen. Lilith wiped down his neck, armpits, and stomach with cold water, removing traces of their sweat and saliva. Sarai patted his face dry with rough paper towels while Madeline combed his tousled hair back into place with her fingers. In under ninety seconds, they transformed him from their ravaged plaything into a convincingly disheveled student.
Supporting Montagne between them, they navigated the quiet corridors to the nurse's office. Sarai rapped sharply on the doorframe. "Nurse Maryam?" she called out, her voice laced with faux concern. "We found Montagne collapsed near the science wing! He was panting like he'd run a marathon!" Nurse Maryam Allullu—her cinnamon hair pulled back in a neat bun, pink-tinted skin glowing under fluorescent lights—rose instantly from her desk. Her navy blue eyes widened as she took in Montagne's slumped form. "Bring him in, bring him in!" she urged, gesturing to the cot. The girls deposited him gently, feigning worry as Maryam pressed a cool hand to his forehead. "No fever," she murmured, lifting his wrist to check his pulse. "Just exhaustion, I think. Did you sleep well last night, young man?"
Montagne swallowed, forcing his voice to sound weak. "I... I've been studying non-stop," he stammered, avoiding the girls' smirking gazes. "Late nights, weekends... biking miles to clear my head. Wanted straight A's." Maryam tutted sympathetically, adjusting his pillow. "Ambition is good, but not at the cost of your health! Rest here as long as you need—skip study hall, even stay until lunch." She patted his shoulder. "You girls did well bringing him," she added, turning to Sarai and Lilith. "But he needs quiet now. Say your goodbyes and head to class." As Maryam bustled into her supply closet, the girls leaned in, their smiles predatory.
Sarai’s fingers traced Montagne’s jawline, her voice a low purr. "Hope you’ll let us treat that bruised backside again soon," she murmured, thumb stroking his cheek twice before sliding sensually away. "Your baby batter’s delicious." She sauntered out, hips swaying. Lilith ruffled his hair roughly. "And hope you’ll agree to a date," she grinned. "With me... or all of us. Weekend’s perfect for... games." She followed Sarai into the hallway. Helmi bent close, kissing his forehead. "I’d love to ride you like a horse," she whispered, eyes gleaming. "Slap your butt to go faster. But I promise—only if you beg for it." She vanished after them.
Madeline lingered, her breath hot against Montagne’s ear. "I’ll keep tabs on you for the next seven years," she hissed, a dark promise beneath her sweetness.
"Till you’re 18 and legally an adult. Want your cock in my other holes."
He gasped as she giggled softly, then whispered her phone number—a string of digits seared into his mind. Her lips met his in a startlingly gentle kiss, lingering and soft, before she pulled back with a sly smile and slipped away.
In the hallway, stifled giggles erupted—sharp, triumphant bursts echoing off the lockers.
"You see how he trembled?" Sarai whispered fiercely, her golden braids bouncing.
"Like a little earthquake just for us." Helmi chimed in, voice dripping with smug satisfaction,
"Exactly! He's our loyal puppy now. Comes when called, takes whatever treat—or punishment—we dish out."
Lilith leaned against the lockers, crossing her arms. Her gaze drifted back toward the nurse's office door.
“None of the boys can resist us," she murmured, softer now, a rare sincerity threading her words.
“Whether it's soothing a spanked butt... or *other* things."
Her lips curved into a genuine, almost tender smile.
"But Montagne... he's different. One of the few boys in this school—hell, one of the few people I've ever met—who doesn't put on a charade. He admits he's intimidated by us. Doesn't build walls. Just... lets people in."
Her friends fell silent, absorbing this. Lilith pushed off the lockers.
"That honesty? It’s addictive."
Madeline leaned against the same locker Lilith had just pushed off of, her expression softening as she traced a finger along the metal grooves.
"He’s not just another conquest," she admitted quietly, her gaze distant.
"I actually *like* him—not just for the thrill of seduction, like those other idiots who think they’re slick. Also... I gave him my number. Told him when he turns eighteen, I’ll show him things he’s only dreamed of."
She paused, meeting the stunned stares of her friends.
Helmi burst out laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Damn, girl," she gasped, clutching her stomach. "And I thought *I* was naughty!" Her eyes sparkled with genuine admiration—and a hint of competitive envy. "Giving him your number? Planning seven years ahead? That's next-level scheming." She nudged Madeline playfully. "Guess we've got our work cut out keeping up with you."
Madeline hauled Montagne upright, his legs buckling. She took the blue plastic chair from under the desk and shoved it back under the door handle. With a sharp tug, she lifted her shirt, freeing soft, pale breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples. She pulled his face into their pillowy warmth, muffling his gasp. "Do you like my boobies, little boy?" she teased, her voice a husky whisper.
Montagne nodded weakly against her skin, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla lotion.
Madeline chuckled, her fingers tangling in his curls.
“I bet you wish Miss Seoid did this to you," she murmured, her thumb tracing the shell of his ear. Montagne froze. *If only Madeline knew,* he thought, the memory of Stella pulling his head into her bosom—the sharp sting of her spanks, the dizzying pressure of her flesh, the terrifying thrill of her control. Stella hadn’t just touched him; she’d *claimed* him.
A whole minute passed before Madeline finally pulled his face from her breast. She glanced at the door, frowning. Her friends were taking their sweet time—probably letting her enjoy their boy toy alone. With a sly grin, Madeline turned her back to Montagne. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sky-blue shorts and tugged them down, followed by her cloud-patterned panties. She glanced over her shoulder, winked, and slowly, deliberately lowered her bare buttocks onto his face. She alternated pressing her soft cheeks firmly against his mouth and cheek, then shifted to smother his eyes, nose, and forehead. This way, she insured that he could always breathe. Her hips moved in slow, grinding circles.
“How’s my ass feel, cutie?" she teased. Montagne’s muffled groan vibrated against her skin. Madeline giggled, shifting again to smother his nose and eyes. Another minute crawled by before she suddenly jerked her hips violently from side to side, bringing his head along with her shaking ass cheeks.
"Am I rattling your brain?" she taunted, her voice thick with delight.
"Getting dizzy? Good!" Montagne’s head snapped back and forth helplessly until she stopped after yet another minute, planting her hands on the floor to lift herself off him.
Her three friends burst back in, eyes wide and smirking. "Looks like someone’s been enjoying herself!" Lilith crowed, tossing Madeline her favorite snack—Cheese Ritz Bitz Crackers—and a bottle of cranberry juice. Helmi winked, saying, “We took our sweet time. Figured you deserved some solo playtime with our boy toy."
Madeline scrambled off Montagne, cheeks flushed, and joined the others at Stella’s student desks. They tore into their snacks—Sarai with a granola bar, Lilith with pretzel sticks, Helmi with dried mango slices—devouring them in under a minute. Madeline took her time, slowly sipping her juice and crunching each cracker while Montagne lay limp on the floor, catching his breath. Finally, she crumpled the empty wrapper and grinned. "Five minutes are up! Sarai’s turn!"
Sarai stalked toward him, golden braids swinging like a lioness eyeing prey.
“Madeline, get that duct tape again and tape his wrist and ankles! Lilith, Helmi, play rock/paper/scissors to decide which one of you sits on his face and tickles his armpits, and which one of you is going to help Madeline tickle his belly button, stomach, and feet. While I’m sucking him off, I’ll tickle his knee pits, not to mention scratch his thighs and balls!” she barked out with great enthusiasm.
Madeline scrambled to Stella’s desk, ripping out another strip of duct tape. Lilith and Helmi faced off—rock, paper, scissors! Scissors cut Helmi’s paper Lilith grinned triumphantly, planting herself squarely on Montagne’s face, her butt cheeks pressing against his temples as she placed her fingers near his armpits. After removing his shirt, which left the Hmong-Haitian boy completely naked, Madeline taped his ankles/wrists together while Helmi pinned his hips down, her nails tracing circles around his navel. Sarai lowered her mouth toward his throbbing cock, her breath hot.
“Ready… set… GO!” she yelled.
Sarai’s mouth descended—wet, urgent suction—as Lilith’s fingers spider-walked Montagne’s armpits, making him buck and scream into her buttocks. Helmi blew raspberries on his stomach while Madeline scraped her nails down his soles.
Helmi shifted tactics, gently scratching Montagne’s nipples with her fingernails, causing him to squirm as though having a seizure. She plunged her tongue deep into his belly button, swirling it violently while her free hand clawed soft red lines across his stomach. Sarai’s fingers danced along the sensitive hollows behind his knees, her mouth never leaving his cock as she alternated between deep throaty sucks and teasing licks. Then she switched to digging her nails slightly into his inner thighs and dragging them down, before doing the same to his testicles.
Lilith pressed her buttocks hard against Montagne’s face. Just like Madeleine, she alternated between smothering his nose, eyes, and forehead, and then his cheeks and mouth, ensuring that his breathing was not obstructed. She rubbed in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against his skin. After several seconds, she clenched her cheeks tightly, squeezing his face like a vise. Then she began shaking her hips violently back and forth, rattling his head against the linoleum floor. His muffled cries vibrated against her skin, drowned out by Sarai’s wet slurps and Helmi’s raspberries.
Montagne fought desperately against the sensations; he didn’t want to grant his schoolmates an easy victory, Especially since they were all stimulating him at the same time.
Sarai’s mouth worked relentlessly, her tongue flicking against his frenulum while her nails raked his inner thighs. Lilith’s grinding intensified, her buttocks smothering his face as she shook violently side-to-side, rattling his skull against the linoleum. Helmi alternated between deep belly button probes and sharp nipple scratches, while Madeline’s fingers danced mercilessly across his soles and arches. The overload of touch—painful, ticklish, erotic—kept him teetering on the edge without release. He clenched his jaw, toes curling, muscles straining against the duct tape as sweat slicked his skin. Two agonizing minutes crawled by, each second a battle against surrender.
Then it hit: a seismic wave of pleasure tore through him. Sarai’s suction tightened as he erupted, jets pulsing hot and thick down her throat. She moaned around him, swallowing greedily, her nails digging into his balls to prolong every spasm. The girls didn’t relent—Lilith’s hips jerked faster, Helmi blew a final raspberry on his quivering stomach, Madeline scraped her nails down his instep. Sarai kept sucking, hollowing her cheeks, milking him through the aftershocks as his vision blurred. Another ninety seconds passed before his cock finally went limp in her mouth, utterly drained.
Sarai pulled back, her lips glistening. With a predatory grin, she wrapped her fingers around the base of Montagne's spent cock, squeezing firmly just like Lilith had done. Slowly, agonizingly, she slid her hand upward, milking out four final, pearly drops of semen onto her waiting tongue. She savored them with a theatrical sigh.
"Every last drop belongs to us," she declared, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
The girls moved with practiced efficiency—Sarai untaped Montagne's wrists and ankles while Lilith and Helmi redressed him in his boxers and shorts. Madeline pulled his shirt back over his head, smoothing the fabric down. They hauled him upright, his legs trembling, and half-carried, half-dragged him down the hallway to the bathroom near the water fountain. Inside, Helmi soaked paper towels under the faucet, wringing them out before scrubbing briskly at Montagne's groin to erase the scent of semen. Lilith wiped down his neck, armpits, and stomach with cold water, removing traces of their sweat and saliva. Sarai patted his face dry with rough paper towels while Madeline combed his tousled hair back into place with her fingers. In under ninety seconds, they transformed him from their ravaged plaything into a convincingly disheveled student.
Supporting Montagne between them, they navigated the quiet corridors to the nurse's office. Sarai rapped sharply on the doorframe. "Nurse Maryam?" she called out, her voice laced with faux concern. "We found Montagne collapsed near the science wing! He was panting like he'd run a marathon!" Nurse Maryam Allullu—her cinnamon hair pulled back in a neat bun, pink-tinted skin glowing under fluorescent lights—rose instantly from her desk. Her navy blue eyes widened as she took in Montagne's slumped form. "Bring him in, bring him in!" she urged, gesturing to the cot. The girls deposited him gently, feigning worry as Maryam pressed a cool hand to his forehead. "No fever," she murmured, lifting his wrist to check his pulse. "Just exhaustion, I think. Did you sleep well last night, young man?"
Montagne swallowed, forcing his voice to sound weak. "I... I've been studying non-stop," he stammered, avoiding the girls' smirking gazes. "Late nights, weekends... biking miles to clear my head. Wanted straight A's." Maryam tutted sympathetically, adjusting his pillow. "Ambition is good, but not at the cost of your health! Rest here as long as you need—skip study hall, even stay until lunch." She patted his shoulder. "You girls did well bringing him," she added, turning to Sarai and Lilith. "But he needs quiet now. Say your goodbyes and head to class." As Maryam bustled into her supply closet, the girls leaned in, their smiles predatory.
Sarai’s fingers traced Montagne’s jawline, her voice a low purr. "Hope you’ll let us treat that bruised backside again soon," she murmured, thumb stroking his cheek twice before sliding sensually away. "Your baby batter’s delicious." She sauntered out, hips swaying. Lilith ruffled his hair roughly. "And hope you’ll agree to a date," she grinned. "With me... or all of us. Weekend’s perfect for... games." She followed Sarai into the hallway. Helmi bent close, kissing his forehead. "I’d love to ride you like a horse," she whispered, eyes gleaming. "Slap your butt to go faster. But I promise—only if you beg for it." She vanished after them.
Madeline lingered, her breath hot against Montagne’s ear. "I’ll keep tabs on you for the next seven years," she hissed, a dark promise beneath her sweetness.
"Till you’re 18 and legally an adult. Want your cock in my other holes."
He gasped as she giggled softly, then whispered her phone number—a string of digits seared into his mind. Her lips met his in a startlingly gentle kiss, lingering and soft, before she pulled back with a sly smile and slipped away.
In the hallway, stifled giggles erupted—sharp, triumphant bursts echoing off the lockers.
"You see how he trembled?" Sarai whispered fiercely, her golden braids bouncing.
"Like a little earthquake just for us." Helmi chimed in, voice dripping with smug satisfaction,
"Exactly! He's our loyal puppy now. Comes when called, takes whatever treat—or punishment—we dish out."
Lilith leaned against the lockers, crossing her arms. Her gaze drifted back toward the nurse's office door.
“None of the boys can resist us," she murmured, softer now, a rare sincerity threading her words.
“Whether it's soothing a spanked butt... or *other* things."
Her lips curved into a genuine, almost tender smile.
"But Montagne... he's different. One of the few boys in this school—hell, one of the few people I've ever met—who doesn't put on a charade. He admits he's intimidated by us. Doesn't build walls. Just... lets people in."
Her friends fell silent, absorbing this. Lilith pushed off the lockers.
"That honesty? It’s addictive."
Madeline leaned against the same locker Lilith had just pushed off of, her expression softening as she traced a finger along the metal grooves.
"He’s not just another conquest," she admitted quietly, her gaze distant.
"I actually *like* him—not just for the thrill of seduction, like those other idiots who think they’re slick. Also... I gave him my number. Told him when he turns eighteen, I’ll show him things he’s only dreamed of."
She paused, meeting the stunned stares of her friends.
Helmi burst out laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Damn, girl," she gasped, clutching her stomach. "And I thought *I* was naughty!" Her eyes sparkled with genuine admiration—and a hint of competitive envy. "Giving him your number? Planning seven years ahead? That's next-level scheming." She nudged Madeline playfully. "Guess we've got our work cut out keeping up with you."
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