Title: This is My School
Comm By: DarknessRissing
Categories: Matilda
Characters: Matilda, Agatha Trunchbull, Amanda Thripp, Hortensia Buckets, Lavender Glottlestop
Tags: Underage, Rape, Stripping, Penetration, Anal, Slapping, Spanking, Abuse, Clothes Ripping, Betrayal, Trampling, Blood, Teacher/Student, Wedgie, Verbal Humiliation, Choking
Started: 10/11/2022
Finished: 14/11/2022
Matilda was walking with her friends to the headmistress's office, apparently, the new headmistress wanted to see them, she was wearing one of her favourite outfits, a white and blue patterned denim dress, a white cardigan over the top, white cuff socks around her ankles, her black Mary Janes with a scarlet ribbon tied in a delightful bow in her brown hair and a navy blue backpack on her back. Her light blue-eyed gaze moved over her friends, they were all surprisingly quiet and all seemed to be averting their eyes from her, deliberately looking anywhere but at her.
She looked at Lavender. The dark-haired skinny little nymph had her hair woven into thick braids and wore a blue and white patterned sundress, white socks with black Chuck Taylor high tops and her trademark big round pink glasses. She was nervously chewing her lower lip and she seemed to have a tremble in her step. Matilda reached out with her mind as if sliding an invisible hand through the girl's aura she got the sudden sensation of a powerful fear and even stronger guilt. She reached out to the rest of her friends, they all seemed to share a similar combination of emotions.
"What's wrong Lavender?" Matilda asked, electing to go with her closest friend, over the summer the two of them had become like sisters, they told each other everything. The dark-skinned nymph hesitated for a moment.
"N-Nothing," her voice quivered as she spoke.
Matilda tried to make eye contact but Lavender deliberately looked away, attempting to act as if the displays decorating the school hallways were the most interesting things she had ever seen.
As they rounded a corner the door to the headmistress's office came into view. Matilda swallowed. That door brought back the memories of the Trunchbull, of the time the large muscular woman dragged her into the office and threw her into the chokey because of something her dad had done. It had felt like her arm was going to be torn from its socket as she struggled to keep up with the woman. And when she was…in the chokey…she still sometimes had nightmares of that small room, just the thought of it made her heart pound and her breathing more rapid.
Matilda was jolted out of her memory by the sound of the office door clicking open as Hortensia twisted the doorknob. The tall, blonde girl was wearing a checkered dress with short white sleeves, white socks, and black Mary Janes. Hortensia stepped into the door and held the door open for her friends, her eyes cast down on the floor.
Amanda was the first to step into the office, her blonde hair was brushed loose today, it was weird to not see her in pigtails and she wore light pink overalls over her a white collared shirt, pink socks and black Chuck Taylor shoes. Matilda was the next into the office with Lavender following very close behind her as if herding her into the office. Hortensia let go of the door and stepped in behind them, each looking around the office, it hadn't changed at all since the headmistress had been run out of the school last year.
Even the chokey was still there. In the corner of the room. The decrepit wooden door that had once led to a closet of some kind had been converted to the Trunchbull's favourite torture device. There was a small wooden slot in the top of the door Matilda had not noticed before, but then again, the only time she had seen it was when she'd been unceremoniously thrown inside it by the former headmistress.
Bang
The four girls spun around, each one practically jumping out of their skin at the sound of the door slamming. They stumbled back as the giant form of Agatha Trunchbull towered over them, a cruel smirk twisting her lips. The dark blue coat enveloped her like a general, a thick maroon belt with a studded golden buckle and black military boots, laced up tightly. Her lips parted into a sneer as she glared down at Matilda.
"I bet you didn't expect to be seeing me again, did you?" she stepped forward menacingly.
Matilda took a step back and felt her back bounce off Hortensia's stomach. She looked up at her friend, but she still wasn't looking at her.
"You did well girls," Miss Trunchbull said, turning her attention to the other girls.
"So, you won't…" Amanda said, her voice trembling until it died beneath the headmistress's stare.
The Trunchbull's lips twisted into a cruel smile.
"We'll see."
"But you said-"
"What did I say about saying but?!" Miss Trunchbull snapped, and Amanda flinched back, the cruel smile grew. "As agreed, I'll spare you from the thing worst than the chokey but if you don't cooperate, I may just see how many of you I can fit in the chokey."
Matilda looked around, eyes widening with a mixture of shock and terror. Her friends were now nervously looking from the headmistress to Matilda, expressions of fear and indecision on their faces.
"Hold her in place!" Miss Trunchbull said with the authority of a military instructor at boot camp, the girls flinched, Lavender and Amanda grabbed each of Matilda's arms and Hortensia placed both hands firmly on her shoulders, Matilda felt her knees buckle for a moment at the sudden pressure.
Matilda's heart began to pound, her breathing becoming short and rapid. Her hair began to curl and bluster in a none existent wind. The office lights began to flicker as Matilda felt her powers begin to lash out.
The Trunchbull let out a low grunt as she felt a strong wind hit her, her tight bob wavered a little, but she maintained her ground.
"Oh no you don't, you loathsome insect!" her hand lashed out and backhanded Matilda's temple, the invisible winds died and the light stopped flickering. Matilda cried out in pain, a dark purple mark appearing on her right temple, her eyes squeezing shut and tears starting to well up.
"You didn't like that did you?" Miss Trunchbull grinned, "well by the time I'm finished with you the chokey will seem like a day in the library."
Matilda pulled at her arms, trying to regain her freedom, her friends' fingers tightened around her arms. She tried to focus her mind, but the beaded line of the blinds on the office window barely swung at all, her head was spinning, and she could not focus enough.
SLAP
Matilda's head swung to the side, her cheek burning red in the faint shape of the Trunchbull's hand, a stinging sensation emitting from it like it was being assaulted by fire ants, her neck cracking at the suddenly forced motion. Biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering, Matilda looked up, the room shimmered with tears.
SLAP
A pained cry was torn from the little girl's lips as her head was forced in the other direction. Miss Trunchbull's eyes lit up with a dark glow, she grabbed Matilda's chin between her iron thumb and index finger and roughly tugged it back around, forcing eye contact. A thin bead of blood trickled down her chin from her bottom lip. The smell of young blood was titillating. Bending forward she pulled Matilda's face forward, a small whimper escaping Matilda as her neck was pulled to its limit, and Miss Trunchbull smashed her lips against Matilda's.
The bitter coppery taste of blood dripped into her mouth, slowly spreading over her tastebuds as she sucked the small lip into her mouth. Miss Trunchbull repositioned her mouth so her teeth dipped against the small gash and she bit down. Hard.
Matilda screamed into the headmistress' mouth, her toes and fingers curling as pain thundered through her. She whimpered as Miss Trunchbull sucked on her lip, slurping up her blood before finally pulling back, both their lips darkened with smudges of Matilda's blood.
The girls holding Matilda in place, stared at the headmistress, their mouths hanging open in shock, their grips slackening. Matilda slipped her arms free of her friends' hold and made a run for the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" Matilda cried out as the Trunchbull grabbed her by her arm, pulled her back and threw her into the office. Matilda hit the headmistress's desk, bouncing off the edge and falling onto her behind.
Cradling her head, Matilda turned, looking to her friends as she cradled her temple in her hand.
"Please help me," she begged, her voice quivering as she began to openly cry.
The mountainous woman turned her attention to the other girls.
"I should throw you all into the chokey for letting her get away," the three girls flinched back, their backs hitting the office wall, trembling like little rabbits cornered by an angry bear. The headmistress's sneer suddenly melted back into a small cruel smile as her eyes illuminated with a dark thought. She pointed at Matilda with the air of a sergeant general. "Tear her clothes off."
"Wha-" Amanda began only to be cut off by an Amazonian backhand sending her sprawling onto the floor, her cheek darkening to a maroon purple, showing the early signs of swelling.
"Now!"
"Yes Miss Trunchbull," they said in unison before running around the headmistress, doing their best to stay out of reach though limited by the interior of the office, and circling Matilda. They stopped. Thoughts of what they were about to do, were too much for them to even fully process.
"What are you waiting for?!" Miss Trunchbull shrieked.
Amanda grabbed one of Matilda's sleeves and gave it a tug, Matilda fell with the sudden force, the sound of the cardigan's stitching slowly starting to give echoing in her ear. Hands trembling Hortensia grabbed a fistful of Matilda's cardigan and leaning in she grabbed a second and whispered a quick muffled, "sorry," without moving her lips before she pulled at the cardigan between her fists as hard as she could.
The sound of the cardigan ripping echoed around the office. Matilda's mouth fell open like a fish as she felt a cold tear open on her shoulder, as the sleeve of her sundress was exposed. Hesitating for a moment Hortensia began to pull the tear apart, gradually widening it as seams popped under the strain.
Hortensia grabbed the handle of Matilda's backpack and with a sharp tug pulled it off her back, forcing Matilda's hands to pull behind her and out of Amanda's grip. One of the seams on the bag split but it was mostly unharmed, Hortensia tossed it away and timidly resumed her attempts to rip the fabric of Matilda's cardigan.
Lavender kneeled next to Matilda and took hold of one side of Hortensia's rip, the older girl hesitated and then moved her hand so that they each held one side of the tear. They began to pull. Matilda's eyes widened as she felt her cardigan slacken as the sound of seams tearing grew louder and the cold spread from her shoulder to along her back.
She couldn't believe her friends were really doing this. Now she understood how the princes and heroes she had read about felt when they were betrayed in stories. She felt her body leaning forward as the tear widened. Hortensia had braced one of her hands on the back of Matilda's exposed dress as the tear in the cardigan elongated, reaching down to the base of the clothing before finally it split into two large pieces of fabric.
Amanda gave Matilda's sleeve another tug, she wove with the motion, and the sleeve slid down her arm exposing the youthful flesh of her arm. The cold was seeping in deeper. As the sleeve was slid off of her wrist the dark-haired girl was trembling in place.
"Sorry…" Lavender whispered, her voice laced with the emotion that threatened to crack it, as she slid the other sleeve off of her friend.
They tossed the cardigan pieces to the side in a small pile, before looking up at the Trunchbull, inwardly hoping that she would dismiss them. The giant woman stepped forward so that she towered over the group, looking down on them as if they were bugs with a horrible sneer.
"I didn't say you could stop."
"Bu-" Lavender began only to be silenced when the Trunchbull raised her booted foot and kicked her in the mouth with enough force she was sent sprawling onto her back, her lips parting in a pained gasp, revealing her once white teeth lined with blood.
"You never say 'but' to me." Miss Trunchbull shouted, her throat quaking with rage, her cheeks darkening, "this is my school, in my school you as I say when I say it! I say jump you JUMP! I say punch the brat, you punch the brat as hard as you can! Do I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" screamed the mountainous woman as she raised her booted foot and stomped, hard, on Lavender's stomach, forcing all the air out of her little body
Lavender coughed, her hands instinctively going to the boot on her stomach.
"I said do I Make Myself CLEAR!?"
Miss Trunchbull raised her boot and stomped down again, Lavender cried out, her torso lifting and her knees bending in response to the pain.
"Y-Yes M-Miss Tu-Trunchbull," she stammered, blood dribbling down her cheek, the coppery taste filling her mouth.
"Good," the Trunchbull stepped off of Lavender, letting the girl curl up on her side as she struggled to regain her breath, "now clean that filth off my boot and get back to punishing that brat."
Lavender's eyes drunkenly drifted to the headmistress's domineering boots, the top of the toe section of one of them had a splat of blood on it. Sluggishly Lavender sat herself up and vaguely looked around for something to use.
"Quickly! Don't keep me waiting!"
Lavender flinched and rushed to grab the hem of her sundress and pulled at it, using it to scrub the headmistress's boot, she heard the stitching tear as she stained the fabric with her own blood.
"Keep me waiting again and I'll throw you out that window!" Miss Trunchbull said, thrusting out a hand to point at the dusty office window.
"Yes Miss Trunchbull," Lavender said weakly as she forced herself to crawl back to Matilda, her stomach throbbing in agony, she could still feel the pressure and shape of the boot.
Matilda stared at Lavender, her eyes more focused, the Trunchbull's display pulling her out of her trance-like state. The feelings of pain and betrayal seep away in place of guilt and worry as she watched her friend in agony. She tried to focus her thoughts, to flex the muscles of her mind to summon her powers, pain pierced her mind like a knife had been stabbed into her skull. A wave of nausea washed over her; she closed her eyes as she fought off the sudden force of dizziness that followed.
She was actually relieved when she felt Hortensia pull on the back of her dress. She didn't know if her friend was trying to hold her up or if she was just preparing herself to tear her dress. But at least she wasn't falling again.
Hortensia gave Lavender a worried look. She'd never seen the Trunchbull so violent before. Yeah, she had thrown children out of windows, over fences and locked them in the chokey, but she'd never seen her brutalize someone like that. Not only was the Trunchbull back in the school but she was worse, much, much worse. Maybe it would have been better if Matilda had never sent used her powers on the Trunchbull to chase her out of the school.
Her fingers curled around the right strap of Matilda's sundress and proceeded to tear the fabric apart, exposing the pale skin of her naked shoulder. Matilda flinched at the sudden sound and sensation of her dress tearing.
"Sorry," Lavender whimpered as she grabbed at the hem of Matilda's skirt and gave it a tight tug, a tiny piece of the material ripping away the size of her palm, droplets of blood splattering on the dress from the little nymph's abused mouth. Amanda grasped the torn hem and pulled, stretching the fabric taught, stitches reluctantly popping under the strain.
"Put some real muscle in it!" Miss Trunchbull snapped, stomping forward, she seized the hem of Matilda's sundress in her iron grip and pulled, causing the girl to fall back and cry out as the back of her head caught the edge of the desk. A large clump of the dress tearing away, the Trunchbull threw it to the floor before stomping on it. Repeatedly. Once she was done the white-blue patterned fabric was covered in a mixture of dried dirt and dust.
Matilda's thigh was now completely exposed. The untanned pale flesh begging to be marked by the God of Crunchem Hall.
"Now put some real effort into it you miserable bugs or you'll all go into the chokey together!" Matilda flinched, her heart beating a mile a minute, sweat beginning to trickle from her head and glisten on her skin.
Amanda tore at the slit the Trunchbull had, the weakened fabric tore easily, the stitching popping inch by inch, it sounded almost like Christmas wrapping paper. A sound that would torment Matilda every year from that day onwards, a constant reminder of the experience. As her leg then her stomach was exposed her legs curled up beneath her, tiny goose bumps spreading over her skin.
The Trunchbull turned and reached into the corner of her office. Her hand returned holding a very familiar black riding crop. Matilda hit Hortensia's legs and she flinched. The mountainous woman spun on her heel with surprising swiftness for someone so bulky and muscular. The cropped lashed out. Matilda screamed.
A bright red imprint of the riding crop swelled on her thigh. Fresh tears poured from her eyes, glimmering in the dim light as they slid down her puffy cheeks. The crop lashed out again, this time catching her other leg, hitting her with enough force that it forced Matilda to swivel around on the floor to face the Trunchbull, her legs stretching out to stabilize herself.
"Open your legs," the crop found its way between her thighs and began swatting her from side to side until Matilda obeyed and opened her legs as much as she could, exposing her now pink inner thighs and the childish underwear she wore, bright pink with three red strawberries decorating the front. "Now you're going to let these little vermin tear off your pretty little clothes without a fuss of I'm going to give you a real reason to scream," Miss Trunchbull said in a sickly sweet voice, her cruel smile becoming more maniacal near the end.
Matilda stared at her, wet eyes wide with terror. The Amazonian woman leaned down until her face was inches from Matilda's. The older woman inhaled the familiar scent that had tainted her home before it had forced her out with her freaky power.
"Understand?!" Miss Trunchbull roared, spittle coming out from the force of her voice and hitting Matilda's face. The angry green eyes glaring holes into her own, Matilda felt her eyes forced to look away. It was like before when she couldn't look her dad in the eye when he was made but much worse. Her eyes moved to the floor, the headmistress's dark boots filling the space in front of her, a slightly faded smear from where Lavender had wiped up her own blood was still there. She hoped the Trunchbull wouldn't notice it was there.
"Yes, Miss Trunchbull…" Matilda said quietly, she felt her voice breaking in her throat as tears finally flowed freely, drooling down her tender cheeks.
Hortensia grabbed the neckline of Matilda's sundress and pulled it up sharply. Matilda felt the fabric pinching the back of her underarms as it went taught and covered her face, her friend pulling the fabric forcefully over her head. She started to lean back as the Hortensia pulled harder and harder.
Riiiiiiiip
The sound was almost a relief. The tension on the back of her arms vanished and the world returned to her as the office came back into view. Hortensia threw the piece of clothing where the Trunchbull had tossed the filthy clump of cloth she had ripped from the hem. The chest piece of Matilda's dress drooped down, weakly connected to the straps, it reached down to her tummy exposing her small pink nipples and undeveloped flat chest.
Amanda took her opportunity and grabbed the right side of the tear and began to pull. The dress weakly pulled her towards her friend, the seams giving way. Shakily Lavender took the opposing side of the tear and began to pull. The strain on the back of her dress lessened and Matilda shifted back into a central position.
Riiiiiip
The rupture in the fabric grew wider and wider, the tear sinking deeper, revealing her pale tummy, then her waist until finally the dress was torn the entire way down. The two sides parted like a cloak rejecting its owner.
Hortencia placed her hand on the back of Matilda's neck and slowly leaned the shorter girl forward. The dress was carefully pulled back. Matilda stretched her arms behind her, letting her friends remove what remained of her dress.
Lavender let go of the dress and Amanda took the weight of the garb. Hesitating a moment Amanda did as Hortencia had done and tossed the fabric onto the pile.
Matilda was left wearing only a pair of childish strawberry panties, her white cuffed socks and black mary jane shoes.
Miss Trunchbull stepped forward. Matilda swallowed, still staring at the black boots. The tip of the crop touched the underside of her chin and forced her to look upwards. She felt incredibly small and weak as she stared up at the imposing woman above her.
"On your feet."
Unsteadily, Matilda rose to her feet. Her legs trembling so much they knocked together making audible clapping sounds. This made the Trunchbull smile wider. She was enjoying this. Matilda wanted to fight back and use her powers. But if she…if she failed again…what would the Trunchbull do to her friends. Tears dripped off her chin and splattered on the office floor as she continued to stare up at the domineering woman.
"Turn around."
The Trunchbull barely gave Matilda a second to comply before she roughly grabbed her by the hair and spun her around so she was facing her friends. A gasp caught in her throat as she felt the headmistress's massive fingers thrust into the back of her underwear. The childish panties suddenly became tighter as the Trunchbull curled her hand into a fist, her fingers easily reaching down and through the back of the holes for Matilda's legs. The fabric began to dig into her fair skin. Matilda grimaced in pain.
Matilda inhaled sharply as she was lifted off the floor by the Trunchbull, her legs lightly kicking impotently beneath her, she lifted higher until her shoed feet were level with Lavender's head when she stood up.
"Take off what's left."
Lavender looked up guiltily at her friend. Her face was twisted in pain, her eyes scrunched shut, teeth bared as her lips curled. The sight hurt almost as much as the Trunchbull's boot. Swallowing, Lavender carefully unbuckled Matilda's shoe and slid it from her socked foot. Amanda stepped up next to her and did the same with the remaining shoe. Next, they rolled her socks down past her ankle, her heel and down the arch of her sole. Her toes were curled as Matilda tried not to scream out in pain. Lavender felt something wet land on her head and began to silently weep. One of her friend's tears had landed on her and she was one of the reasons she was here right now.
She wanted to beg and plead for the Trunchbull to let Matilda go. But she knew she wouldn't. And thoughts of the Trunchbull making her take Matilda's place terrified her into compliance. Her lips parted as she mouthed the words 'I'm so sorry' to Matilda's foot. She couldn't bare to look up at that expression.
"About time you useless insects," the Trunchbull snapped and suddenly grabbed Matilda's arm in an iron grip. The little girl cried out in pain, bruises already forming beneath the headmistress's powerful fingers. The Trunchbull pulled back harder on the underwear, the fabric sunk tightly against her young slit threatening to tear her in half.
The undergarment snapped against her pubic area and the Trunchbull let go. Matilda slammed face-first against the floor, letting out a grunt of pain. Shakily she began to lift her head, blood seeping out of her nose from the blunt forceful impact. She let out a silent cry as she suddenly felt the immense weight of the Trunchbull step onto her naked back, the tread of her boot sinking into her tender skin.
"Empty her bag."
Matilda's terrified eyes snapped to Hortensia. The older girl didn't look at her as she grabbed her backpack and began to unzip it before turning it upside down, letting its contents fall unceremoniously to the floor, dirtying the floor with HB pencils, colouring pencils and three hardback books she'd brought from home. The sound of the books banging against the wooden floor made her flinch under the Trunchbull's boot.
The Trunchbull smiled as she looked from the worm under her boot and the spilled contents. "Dispose of the contraband."
Hortensia picked up the larger book and stepped towards the pile of discarded rags. Opening the book to a random page she was met with a rather intricate illustration of a man holding a spyglass as he rode a small lifeboat with two companions behind him manning the oars. She tore it out. Scrunched it into a tight ball and dropped it into the bin. Then she did it to another page. Then another. And another. Her pace hastened with each page she tore from the book.
Matilda's lips parted, forming silent no's as she almost imperceptively shook her head from side to side as she watched her friend destroy her precious book. The sound of wood snapping made her look back to her other friends, Amanda was stomping on her colouring pencils, sending tiny pieces of lead shooting off in all directions, a sharp fragment bounced off Matilda's cheek as the young blonde brought her foot down again. Beneath the Trunchbull, Matilda imagined she could feel just what her pencils felt as they broke and shattered. She began to tremble, imagining the Trunchbull lifting her foot before stomping on her again and again until she broke like a pencil and Matilda found herself actually believing that the Trunchbull would do just that. Break her like a pencil beneath her heavy boot.
Thud
Matilda looked around again. The book Hortensia had been disposing of now only had a handful of ripped pages between its covers and had landed on top of the pile of rags and screwed-up paper. Hortensia had already retrieved the second book, it was a little smaller than the first one and just as she did the last one she opened it to a random page and began ripping out pages.
Matilda flexed the muscles of her mind, and a sharp pain jolted through her head. The pain mixing with the anguish of everything she felt made her tears flow faster. Agony burned through her mind, conducting through her neurons as she tried to force her powers to work. The sound of the blinds clattering against the window suddenly drew the attention of the girls and the Trunchbull. The pressure on Matilda's lower back increased before abruptly vanishing as the Trunchbull leapt into the air and proceeded to land with both feet atop the naked minor. One boot on her upper back and the other smashing the crack of her ass.
All the air was crushed out of Matilda by the sudden intense weight. Her face smashed back into the floor again. The room shook beneath her like an earthquake centralised on her. The clattering of the blinds stopped, the world dimming around her as unconsciousness called to her. Everything went black.
…
The summer sun felt lovely on Matilda's skin, her brown hair fluttering in the wind as it embraced her little body as her adoptive mother, Jenny Honey, pushed her on their garden swing. Her tummy tickled each time she fell back down towards her new mother, she kicked out her legs as Miss Honey pushed her back, getting as high as she could.
Her adorable giggles and Miss Honey's laughter filling the air, Matilda had never been this happy. It was her first summer with her new family. As she swung back her socked toes brushed the tips of the grass beneath the swing. Miss Honey pushed her again, and she went even higher, laughing as she broke through the air before the butterflies in her tummy began to flutter as she swung back.
Matilda flew back to Miss Honey, a big grin on her little face. However, instead of feeling soft motherly hands push against her back, Matilda felt a firm hand slam against her bottom sending her flying off the swing and into the air. Her cheeks burned from the hit and she began to fall, the ground growing closer and closer. Her clothes vanished and just as she was about to hit the hard dirt everything went white.
…
Matilda's light blue eyes snapped open, her back arching as she felt her bottom vibrating with stinging pain. Her eyes looked around frantically. She was still in the Trunchbull's office. Her friends were standing against one of the walls staring at her. She tried to move, her wrists wiggling together pathetically as if bound. She looked over her shoulder the little girl paled, she was laid in the amazon's lap in her birthday suit, her wrists bound together by black duct tape, the backs of her hands pressed together.
"So good of you to join us Wormwood," the Trunchbull flicked her wrist and brought down the base of her black riding crop, tearing a pained scream from the little girl. The Trunchbull smiled as she admired the matching imprints she'd made on Matilda's butt cheeks. The girl began to wriggle in her lap, trying to escape her lap, Miss Trunchbull's free hand snapped out and grabbed the back of Matilda's hair and pulled sharply.
Matilda's head craned back, stretching to its limits as she was forced to look up at the headmistress as she was forced back into position. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her tiny teeth bared as she tried not to scream out again.
"Such a naughty girl trying to escape her punishment, I think that deserves a week's detention, don't you?" she brought the crop down again harder, the flat surface slapping the centre of her crack. Matilda flinched forward in the Trunchbull's lap, causing her neck to be extended further, it felt like the head teacher was going to rip her head off.
"Y-Yes Miss Trunchbull," Matilda wept, tears streaming down her cheeks and splashing onto the dusty floor by the Trunchbull's desk.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll never think of opposing me again you miserable bug," the headmistress hissed into her ear, her hot breath making Matilda's muscles tense as she tried to curl into herself. Her neck was really starting to hurt now.
"Y-Yes Miss Trunchbull," the pressure lessened as the headmistress let her head dip a little.
"In this school I am god and you are nothing but a disgusting little maggot, remember that," the Trunchbull hissed directly into her ear, Matilda flinched as she felt the large woman's tongue slap her little earlobe. The riding crop came back down and slapped the top of Matilda's bum, leaving a bright red imprint just above her crack.
"Y-Yes Miss Trunchbull," Matilda cried out, raising her voice for the first time.
"Good, now tell your friends that you're a lowly maggot and they did the right thing for bringing you to me, thank them," she could hear the horrid smile in her voice, it made Matilda shiver.
"I-I'm a lowly m-maggot…you did the r-r-right thing, th-th-thank y-you," the little girl stammered through tears and snot as she was forced by the Trunchbull's powerful grip to look right at them, Lavender and Amanda were crying, and Hortensia was looking on in abject horror at the display.
The crop came back down, slapping across her soft cheeks causing them to jiggle a little, the edge of the implement carving a thing red scratch across one cheek to the other. Miss Trunchbull flicked her wrist making the weapon come back down in the opposing direction, it struck the little girl's thigh nearly knocking her off the headmistress's lap in the process. There was a loud snapping sound when the crop came back down and struck her opposing the thigh, Matilda cried out in pain as the riding crop's top snapped in half, the jagged edge opening a shallow cut on her fair swelling skin.
Miss Trunchbull raised the riding crop to her face level, letting go of Matilda's hair. The little girl's face fell forwards, a powerful sob bursting from her lips as her shoulders shuddered. She made no move to escape the Trunchbull's lap. The giant woman rotated the crop, taking in the damage.
"Damaging school property, we better make that another months detention, and the for the first week of term you are to report to my office daily to spend the day in the chokey,"
"Yes Miss T-Trunchbull," Matilda said, her body shuddering as another sob erupted from her dainty body.
"I should have done this months ago," the Trunchbull said as her thick fingers curled through Matilda's now messy hair, curling around the scarlet ribbon that tied the remaining tidiness together, and ripped it out along with several of her long brown hair, eliciting a pain startled gasp from the little girl, her head briefly lifting.
The headmistress seized her moment and slid the red ribbon around her neck, pinching the ribbon in her fist, she pulled her neck back, chuckling darkly as she heard the girl's strained gasp. The Trunchbull raised her hand and brought her palm down hard, slapping it across Matilda's rear, making sure to catch the now bleeding thin cut along her thigh causing the brunette to jolt in her lap, allowing Miss Trunchbull to twist her wrist, tightening the ribbon and restrict her breathing. Her small cheeks fit almost perfectly in the Trunchball's giant palm, it was like this is what the girl was always meant for, to be punished by Agatha Trunchbull.
The Trunchbull brought her hand down again, then again, then again. Each time increasing the speed and force of her slaps. Matilda's cute little butt turned pink, then red, then darkening until it turned a horrid mixture of purple and blue.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
With each strike Matilda found her neck pulled further and further back until it couldn't go any further back. Her chest and neck screamed out in pain. She felt like she was going to be snapped in half. She could feel her breath scratching the inside of her windpipe with each shakey inhalation.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Matilda's eyes widened. Her cheeks turned blue. The colour slowly spread over her face. She couldn't breathe. And with each slap the ribbon sunk deeper and deeper into her neck. It felt like it was going to slice her open. Dark spots bloomed in her vision, her friends blurring into the office walls.
"Please stop, you're going to kill her!" Lavender cried out, stepping forward and falling to her knees as she looked up at her suffering friend, her eyes were starting to lose focus.
The Trunchbull hesitated a moment, her smile growing, her lips opening to show yellowed teeth in a predatory grin. She brought her hand down again.
SLAP-SLAP
SLAP-SLAP
She slapped across her cheeks again before letting go of the ribbon.
Matilda fell forward and slammed face-first into the hard floor from the Trunchbill's lap, her bruised bottom pointed into the air. Advertising her swelling cheeks, and little lips. It was a tantalising sight. The Trunchbull's gaze moved back to the still kneeling Lavender, her smile shrinking into a stern line as her lips pressed together. She crossed the distance between them in a single stride.
The little brown nymph began to tremble as she looked up at the domineering headteacher. She swallowed audibly. The Trunchbull's hand lashed out and smashed into her small cheek, her head whipped around, her neck cracking at the sudden rapid motion, her glasses flying off of her face. The Trunchbull stepped towards the fallen accessory, Lavender looking after her, a dark imprint forming on her cheek.
"One more word out of you and this will be your neck," the Trunchbull's boot lifted back on its heel, hovering over the glasses. Lavender's lips opened to beg. Her voice caught in her throat as the boot suddenly slammed down on the glasses, the sound of glass shattering echoing out from beneath their tread.
"Y-Yes Miss Trunchbull," Lavender whimpered.
The Trunchbull strode around her desk and proceeded to open her bottom drawer and retrieve a black rubber object and proceed to bind it around her waist. As she turned in place the girls' mouths dropped as they saw the long member reach over the desk. A dark rubber 12-inch cock bounced in place from the motion of Trunch's movement.
The statuesque woman turned her attention to the still collapsed Matilda, her small hands were reaching back and trying to carefully rub the dark flesh of her bruised behind as she whimpered, the movement causing her cheeks to briefly part intermittently showing off her tiny pink anus, her wrists still bound.
Now it was time for the fun part.
The Trunchbull stepped over the whimpering child, the shadow of her strapon eclipsing Matilda's little moon.
"On your feet!"
Matilda recoiled at the sound of the Trunchbull's harsh tone, falling onto her side as she stared up with wide red terror-filled eyes.
"Now!" The Trunchbull shouted, kicking the naked girl in the ribs, and sending her sprawling on the floor. A bruise began to form on her waist. The headteacher began to pull back her booted foot again, preparing to deliver another kick. Matilda hurriedly stumbled back to her feet, nearly falling back to the floor unable to use her arms to aid her balance, her face barely coming above the strapon, its rubber tip poking her chin and making her step back.
The Trunch grabbed Matilda by her upper arm and swung her around, earning a pained grunt as her stomach hit the edge of the desk, she fell forward, her torso hitting the varnished surface. The headmistress brought the rubber tip to her small pink lips. Matilda's legs began to tremble, her lips inadvertently quivering against the cold tip. Slowly the Trunchbull began to push her way inside.
A pained moan slipped from Matilda's mouth as she felt the foreign object forcing its way inside her. Fresh tears welled as she squeezed her eyes shut. Inch by inch, the strapon forced its way deeper and deeper. She cried out in pain as she felt a sharp sting like a cut inside her, blood beginning to seep around the sex toy, making for poor lubrication as the Trunchbull slowly continued to push it inside until the hilt touched her entrance.
Matilda pushed herself onto her toes in a vain effort to flee the pain, pushing her body into the desk, the sanded edges pushing into her body. The Trunchbull began to leisurely pull out of Matilda's vagina, the small girl inhaling sharply, her shoulders lifting as she dried not to scream, then the Trunchbull slammed back inside her, all the way back to the base in one single motion. The Trunchbull's waist slapped against her bruised behind, Matilda cried out, her toes leaving the floor as she was lifted briefly into the air.
As the petite girl rose into the air the Trunch began to slide back out of her vagina again and as she began to fall back down the Trunchbull slammed back inside her sending her back into the air again. Then again. And again.
Matilda openly wept, her sobs briefly breaking up with cries of agony each time the headmistress slammed back into her.
"P-P-ah! Plea-ah! St-op!" Matilda stammered.
The Trunchbull smirking slammed back into her even harder, and the small girl nearly flew over the desk. Whimpering, her naked body slapped against the cold hard surface. Sliding forward, the bloodied rubber penis slid out of her, lightly bouncing an inch away from her slit. The headmistress seized Matilda's ankle and pulled her back off the desk and thrust her hips, burying the toy back inside her in one fluid motion.
Aaaaiiiiieeee!
"Take off your underwear and stuff it in her mouth," the headmistress ordered, Lavender, Amand and Hortensia all glanced at each other before hesitantly proceeding to strip their underwear, they glanced nervously at the behemoth of a woman. "Shove them in her mouth," she repeated, her tone harsher, the girls flinched forward and rushed to Matilda.
Hortensia was the first to push her white plain white panties inside Matilda's mouth, then Amanda pushed in her pink underwear, decorated with adorable pig faces, Lavender hesitated a fraction of a second but she too pushed her light purple panty inside. It took a little extra effort. Matilda's cheeks bulged, her eyes widened, a piece of purple fabric sticking out from between her lips.
The Trunchbull pushed her way inside again, making sure to spank the girl with the brunt of her hips. The headmistress opened her top drawer and retrieved the duct tape she'd used earlier, pulling a strand and snipping it with her discoloured teeth, she reached around the abused girl and slapped the long piece of black tape over her mouth, rubbing her thumb and middle finger over the length repeatedly to ensure it stayed in place.
She leaned back, sliding halfway outside of her vagina before slamming back inside. Matilda cried into her gag. Her mouth filled with the semi-furry texture of fabric and bitterness of her friends' private areas, it made her skin prickle with horrid goose bumps.
The Trunch began to increase her pace and force. Each thrust harder than the last, lifting the petite girl off the ground higher and higher but making sure to stop just short of throwing her back onto the desk.
"This is all your fault you miserable insect," the Trunchbull said, leaning forward to whisper directly into her ear as she buried herself in her snatch, the headmistress's giant hand taking hold of her upper arm. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll have wished you were never born," the grip strengthened, the powerful fingers digging into the pale flesh, forming memorable bruises beneath them.
Matilda could only nod weakly. The headmistress pulled her waist back before thrusting back inside while keeping hold of the girl's tiny arm, she could break it so easily and she was more than tempted to. Matilda was twisted by the motion as she tried to escape the headteacher and avoid losing her arm, revealing her tear-stained cheeks and bloodied nose to the domineering woman.
The Trunchbull's large hand snapped out, hitting the back of Matilda's neck and slamming her face into the hard desk surface. A pained gasp was forced out of her throat. The large hand moved down her frail arm and squeezed around her bound wrists and the Trunchbull began to fuck the trembling girl at a leisurely pace, slamming into her whenever she noticed the little girl's muscles started to relax as she accepted her fate.
The Trunchbull continued to pound the once virgin girl until it approached the time for her debut at the start of the year assembly. When she slid back outside the girl for one last time the strapon was covered in sweat and blood. She stepped back and Matilda's wobbly legs failed her, she collapsed to the ground limply like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her light blue eyes that glowed with intelligence were now glassy and vacant like a broken doll.
The Trunch unbound the strapon from her waist and tossed it to the floor, making it bounce off Matilda's naked thigh. The girl didn't even flinch at the sudden attack. The headmistress smiled, it warmed her cold heart to see the girl who had run her out of her school completely broken. And if this was what she was like after one morning, the thought of what she'd be like after the first year made Agatha's lower lips wet with anticipation.
She turned her attention to the girls' friends. They were huddled together in the far corner of the office completely petrified. Good.
"Drag her to the chokey," there was a moment of hesitation but the three girls circled the desk, the smaller girls taking hold of either one of Matilda's arms while the oldest of the group laced her hands through Matilda's underarms. The three proceeded to slowly drag the girl in the direction of the converted closet, her naked body leaving a visible trail in the dust that coated the floor, the girls' grunting in exertion as they pulled along her weight. They were pathetically weak.
The Trunchbull stepped passed them and threw open the decrepit wooden door to the chokey. The familiar musty scent of dust and rust slithered out of the small room, the nails and shards of glass glinting in the dim light that reached inside the closet.
Matilda slipped from the girls' grasp, her head bouncing off the floor with a sickening thud. Her listless eyes rolled back, the reflection of the chokey filling her irises. Her breathing began to hasten again as she came face to face with the room of her nightmares.
The Trunchbull grabbed a fistful of Matilda's hair and heaved her to her feet. She stumbled a little before standing weakly in front of the door. The giant woman slammed her palm into Matilda's chest and sent her sprawling into the chokey, catching several nails and jagged pieces of glass on the way down, one luckily catching the duct tape around her wrists.
Her bare bottom slammed on the cold stone floor, the bruises decorating it burning in agony. A warm liquid began to spread over her cheek. The door slammed immersing her in darkness. Sluggishly Matilda wiggled her hands until they slipped from the ripped duct tape and raised her hand to her cheek, it was warm and wet to the touch.
The slot in the door opened, allowing light to trickle briefly in before her jailer leaned forward to glare in on her. In that brief few seconds, Matilda saw the sanguine liquid of her blood marring her fingertips. She had cut herself on the way down. A cut that reached from the top of her right eye, down to her cheek destined to become a permanent scar and reminder of that day.
The Trunchbull's face moved, her eyes vanishing from the slant and being replaced by her horrid mouth.
"This is my school you little worm and don't you ever forget it!"
The slot slammed shut and the sound of a key turning in the old rusty lock filled the air that was soon followed by footsteps and a door shutting. The Trunchbull and her friends had left her alone in the chokey. For only the Trunchbull knew how long for.