Chapter 17

Flynn awoke on the floor of the dungeon ... the alternate office. He groaned at the various aches and pains all over his body. His penis was sore from overuse. It felt raw. He didn’t want to look at it, afraid of what he’d see. Another part of him had been overused too. His poor hole had been getting quite a workout lately.

There had been male as well female monsters. There had also been things that were both. And things that were neither. And things that were sexes he’d never even dreamed of. He grimaced as more memories came to him. He’d been used in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

Even after the events of the days before, he’d never experienced anything like what he’d endured in the dungeon. He shuddered when he realized he was going to be seeing many of those teachers again in class ... in their human forms. What was that going to be like?

Stanley was lying a few feet away. His naked body was slick with sweat and other fluids. Flynn figured his own body must look the same. The last time he could remember seeing Stanley, the boy had been hanging and squirming on the dungeon wall while multiple things with tentacles entered him through every orifice.

Flynn shuddered again when he remembered what an invasion of those tentacles felt like. They’d traveled through his entire body. Somewhere in the middle, the ones that entered through his mouth met the ones that entered through his anus, crossed paths and emerged from the opposite ends.

A large woman appeared, looking down at him. She was human. Flynn recognized her as one of the maintenance workers. She was wearing what looked like a vinyl shower cap and bright yellow vinyl coveralls. A clear plastic shield covered her face.

She said, “You’re certainly a mess, kid. More than usual. They must’ve really liked you.”

Flynn, knowing he was naked, tried to cover himself up. After what he’d just been through, he was amazed he had any modesty left. But too many people had seen ... and used ... his naked body already. And there was that damned witch’s potion to insure he always felt the full emotional impact of every experience.

The woman laughed. “Forget it, kid. I’ve already seen that cock of yours before anyway. By now, I’m sure you know about the mirrors. You’ve been one of my favorites too.”

“Great” Flynn whimpered piteously. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing perverted, honey. Relax. I’m just here to clean you up. And I won’t take any liberties with you while I do it. I’m a professional. Well ... I guess watching you and all those other boys through the mirrors is taking liberties, but that’s as far as I go.”

She bent down and easily gathered him up to carry him off in her arms. Another woman was picking the still unconscious Stanley up. The boy looked so small and helpless. He’d suffered more than Flynn. The Headmistress had been really unhappy with him about the damp school uniform.

The woman introduced herself as Violet as she carried Flynn through the maze of stone corridors. There were windows in the walls looking into the world of the regular students. These were the two-way mirrors. Flynn saw students taking showers, sitting on the toilet. He could even see into some of the fancier dorm rooms that had their own full length mirrors. It was ironic that the kids with parents rich enough to afford those rooms had their privacy regularly violated even more than usual by everyone on the school staff. Only the school’s elite saw the videos. Everyone saw through the mirrors.

Flynn saw the son of a prominent politician on his bed, with another boy of top of him, thrusting wildly. Unlike Flynn’s experiences with that particular act, the boy on the bottom was obviously quite willing. The rooms must’ve had hidden microphones, too. Flynn could hear the sounds of passion both boys made.

Flynn flinched as he remembered the first hour or so in the dungeon when he’d done that to Stanley, and Stanley did it to him. Both of them gave and received repeatedly till they were sweaty and exhausted. Some kind of artificial enhancement made sure they never softened or ran out of semen. Even though Stanley obviously was infatuated with Flynn, he’d been just as reluctant, crying and apologizing the whole time. Flynn did the same. It was an unusual moment of bonding.

Flynn saw other scenes in other bedrooms in the mirrors they passed. Not all of them involved nudity or sex, but all of them were private. Or, at least, they should’ve been. Flynn looked away.

They passed other teachers Flynn recognized. They all looked Flynn over thoroughly. Some shook their heads and gave him a sympathetic look. Some gave him demented grins. He squirmed in Violet’s arms, trying to cover his nakedness. There were also a few students. These must be special cases like him, put into service by the school.

The corridors were much busier than when he and Stanley first made the trek to the alternate office earlier.

He asked, “Where is everyone going? Why all the activity.”

Violet said, “It’s Monday morning, honey. Classes are starting.”

Flynn cried, “Monday?”

He and Stanley had been in the dungeon since Saturday morning. Two midnights had come and gone while they were being ravaged by the Headmistress and her assorted creatures and demons.

Violet arrived at a line of shower nozzles in the wall of the corridor. They were right out in the open. Anyone passing by was going to see her cleaning all the nastiness off Flynn’s body. She sat him down over a drain in a tiled area of the floor, then started using a handheld shower nozzle on him. The bright overhead lighting made sure his entire body was well illuminated.

The other woman arrived with Stanley, who was just waking up.

When Stanley was sitting beside Flynn, also being hosed off, he said, “Yes, it’s entirely too public, but just bear it. The only ones who’ll see us besides the staff are the other special students like us. They’ll see a lot more of us in the future. And we’ll be seeing a lot more of them. We’re a small community of supernaturally abused students. We try to stick together and support each other.”

Violet and the other woman were very thorough. Too thorough for Flynn’s liking. The corridor continued to be heavily used. He had hoped that boys being bathed would be such a common occurrence in the secret corridors of the school that everyone would be blasé about it. Instead, everyone looked. Some even stopped for a while, obviously enjoying the show.

When Violet pulled a long hose out of a socket on the wall and told him to get on his hands and knees, rear facing the corridor, Flynn was at first confused, then horrified.

As she easily forced him into position, then plugged a nozzle into his bottom, she told him, “You don’t want some of that stuff percolating inside you, honey. It’s not good. Not good at all.”

Flynn remembered, among others, the big, hairy, smelly monstrous thing with the pronged penis that had taken him so roughly, grunting and slobbering the whole time. The thick river of fluid it had pumped into Flynn was alive with wriggling sperm that were so large Flynn could feel them rioting inside him.

He cried, “Do it, do it,” and let Violet pump his bowels full of water, even as this current phase of his cleaning drew a bigger and more appreciative audience.

Teri Watson, Flynn’s English professor, stopped and commented, “Cute bottom, Flynn. Don’t get jealous, Stanley. Yours is cute too, but I’ve seen it getting hosed out before. Quite a few times. Flynn is new territory.”

After she continued on down the corridor, Stanley turned to Flynn and said, “She’s human.”

“And I’m never going back to English class ever again.”

Stanley warned him. “They don’t like it when a student skips class. The Headmistress is serious about providing a quality education.”

Even worse than receiving an enema before a small crowd was expelling it in the exposed toilets on the other side of the hall. Violet and the other woman stood by and supervised. Flynn tried to hunker over to hide himself as he looked around in horror at the audience. Violet ordered him to straighten up. That position was more conducive to the elimination process.