Beautiful Teacher In Torture Hel
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SYNOPSIS:Ran Masaki plays a beautiful teacher who is transferred to a remote mountain school where she is gang-raped and abused by the male students.
The lead actress, Ran Masaki, is beautiful and made it bearable for me to watch the whole thing. They had the private parts censored which I found it funny considering the subject matter. It was very difficult to get an English friendly version for obvious reasons.
Then there's the unintentionally hilarious romantic music through scenes of torture, chase up till the point of a forced sex scene where the victim climaxes just as her forced rapist is hung by a dog collar chain.
Un'insegnante di Kendo trova lavoro in una scuola di un piccolo villaggio. L'entusiasmo iniziale termina quando scopre di essere finita in una trappola tesa da una sua amica nonché collega di scuola. Catturata, spogliata e segregata in uno scantinato, la povera donna subirà sevizie e torture di ogni tipo.
Ran Masaki plays a beautiful teacher who is transferred to a remote mountain school where she is gang-raped and abused by the male students. She is also turned into sex slave and subjected to sexual torture by bondage freaks.
Beautiful health teacher Mika Kurosaki, 26 years old. Mika-sensei treats sick students with obscene onanism to make them feel refreshed. Nipple licking handjob while spitting dirty words in the infirmary, playing with irritating with a stop, and squeezing
Yukie has a beautiful appearance that unknowingly seduces a man. It all started when she took office as a boys' Yukie has a honeymoon relationship with a boy student who consults with a certain event.
The Judge extended a beautiful brown hand; theragged youth grasped it with courtly deference. The twohorses had been arrogantly nosing each other'smuzzles, and now the Judge's began to work his hinderend around as if for action. Whereupon:
Notwithstanding many pains, it was a month of heavento John, a heaven all to himself, with only one angel andno church. As long as there was danger she was merelycheerful - cheerful and beautiful. But when the dangerpassed she grew merry, the play of her mirth rising as hegained strength to bear it. He loved mirth, when othersmade it, and always would have laughed louder andlonger than he did but for wondering how they made it. Agreat many things he said made others laugh, too, but hecould never tell beforehand what would or wouldn't. Hegot so full of happiness at times that Fannie would go outfor a few moments to let him come back to his ordinaryself.
One Sabbath afternoon, after a specially indigestiblesermon which Sister Usher said enthusiastically to MajorGarnet ought to be followed by a great awakening - as, infact, it had been - Barbara, slim, straight, and fifteen,softly asked her mother to linger behind the partingcongregation for Fannie. As Miss Halliday joined themJohn, from the other aisle, bowed so pathetically to hisSunday-school teacher that when she turned again tosmile on Barbara and her mother she laughed, quiteagainst her will. The mother and daughter remained grave.
These girls inside the altar-rail, they're theacademychorus. That one? Oh, that's Halliday's daughter. Yass,beautiful, but you should 'a' seen her three years ago. Nouse talkin', seh - I wouldn't say so to a Yankee, but - owclimate's hard on beauty. Teach in the acad'? Oh! no,seh, she jus' sings with 'em. Magnificent voice. SomeYankees here last week allowed they'd ruther hear herthan Adelina Patti - in some sawngs.
ABOUT a week beyond the middle of June, 1878 whenJohn March had been something like a year outof Rosemont and nine months a teacher of mountain ladsand lasses at Widewood, Barbara finished at Montrose.She did not read her graduation essay. Its subject wasTime. Its spelling was correct, and it was duly rosettedand streamered, but it was regretfully suppressedbecause its pages were mainly given to joyous emphasisof the advantages of wasting the hours. Miss Garnet hadnot been a breaker of rules; yet when she waved farewelland the younger Miss Kinsington turned back indoorssaying,
The train stopped where a beautiful lane crossed thetrack between two fenced fields. Fair and Barbaraalighted and stood on a flowery bank with the sunglowing in some distant tree-tops behind them. Fannieleaned from the train, took both Jeff-Jack's uplifted handsand fluttered down upon rebounding tiptoes; the bellsounded, the scene changed, and John murmured tohimself in heavy agony,
The day was dying in exquisite beauty. Long bands ofpale green light widened up from the west. Along thehither slope of a ridge someone was burning off hissedge-grass. The slender red lines of fire, beautiful afterpassion's sort, but dimming the field's fine gold, were justreaching the crest to die by a roadside. The objects of hissearch were nowhere to be seen.
The service began. In this hour for the putting away ofvanities the choir was dispensed with and the singingwas led by a locally noted preceptor, a large, pert, lazyYankee, who had failed in the raising of small fruits. Hiszeal was beautiful.
Within the house John March sat reading newspapers.His healthy legs were crossed toward the flickeringhearth, and his strong shoulders touched the centre-tablelamp. The new batten shutters excluded the beautifulouter night. His mother, to whom the mail had broughtnothing, was sitting in deep shadow, her limp form andher regular supply of disapproving questions alikeexhausted. Her slender elbow slipped now and then fromthe arm of her rocking-chair, and unconscious gleams ofincredulity and shades of grief still alternated across herface with every wrinkling effort of her brows to hold upher eyelids.
As they stepped out after breakfast for a breath ofgarden air, they saw John March a short way off, tryingto lift the latch of Parson Tombs's low front gate. He triedthrice and again, but each time he bent down the beautifulcreature he rode would rear until it seemed as if she mustcertainly fall back upon her rider. The pastor had comeout on his gallery, where he stood, all smiles, waiting forJohn to win in the pretty strife, which the rider presentlydid, and glanced over to the Halliday garden, more thanready to lift his hat. But Fannie and Barbara were busytiptoeing for peach blossoms.
Gentlemen, I'm free to allow, as I heah the explanationso' all the gue-ards an' counteh-gue-ards o' this beautifulscheme - schools faw the well-to-do an' the ill-to-do,imperatively provided as fast as toil is provided faw thetoiler and investments faw the investor - I have cause torejoice an' be glad. An' yet! It oughtn't to seem strange toyou-all if an' ole man, a man o' the quiet ole ploughin' an'plantin', fodder-pullin', song-singin',cotton-pickin', Christmas-keepin' days, the days o' wideroom an' easy goin', should feel right smaht o' solicitudean' tripidation when he sees the red an' threatenin' dawnof anotheh time, a time o' mines an' mills an' fact'ries an'swarmin' artisans' an' operatives an' all the concomitantso' crowded an' complicated conditions, an' that he shouldfall to prayin' aloud in the very highways an' hotels, likesome po' benighted believer in printed prayehs an'litanies, the petition: Fum all Ole Worl' sins an' New Worl'fanaticisms, fum all new-comers, whetheh immigrants awcapitalists, with delete'ious politics at va'iance fum owown, which, heavm knows, ah delete'ious enough, an'most of all fum the greed o' money, good Lawd deliv' us!
In the middle of one poem they turned the book facedownward to consider a question. Did Miss Garnetbelieve - Mr. March offered to admit that among thesmall elect who are really capable of a divine passionthere may be some with whom a second love is a genuineand beautiful possibility - yet it passed hiscomprehension - he had never seen two dawns in oneday - but did Miss Garnet believe such a second love couldever have the depth and fervor of the first?
They hurried to the next section and peered out intothe night with suppressed but eager exclamations. Longlines of suburban street-lamps were swinging by. Ranksof coke-furnaces were blazing like necklaces of fire.Foundries and machine-shops glowed and were gone;and, far away, close by, and far away again, beautifullycolored flames waved from the unseen chimneys ofchemical works.
The ladies bowed from a table on the far side of theroom. Mrs. Fair seemed as handsome as ever; while MissGarnet! - well! If she was winsome and beautifulyesterday, with that silly, facing-both-ways traveling capshe had worn, what could a reverent young man do hereand now but gasp his admiration under his breath as hefollowed his senior toward them?
As the two worshippers returned toward their hotel, Barbaraspoke glowingly of Mr. and Mrs. Fair; their perfect union; theirbeautiful companionship. John, in turn, ventured to tell of theunbounded esteem with which he had ever looked upon Barbara'smother. They dwelt, in tones of indulgent amusement, on the day,the hour, the scene, of John's first coming to the college, speciallymemorable to him as the occasion of his first real meeting of theRose of Rosemont. Barbara said the day would always be bright toher as the one on which she first came into personal contact withJudge March. John spoke ardently of his father.
There was one not far away. He turned and soonreached it. As they stopped in its door the beautifulcreature in his care was trembling in all her flesh, anddripping sweat from every pore. The ready groomshelped him unharness.
At any rate so she felt as she came out of her faint andbravely resumed her care of him, retaining it even whenthe doctor declared she had a fever and ought to be inbed. But she felt also that Jeff-Jack knew he had only tobeckon; and when he did not do so, either by hand ortone, she saved herself the idle torture of asking him totake a sick bride on a journey from which a sick bridecould not deter him.
And thereupon John had another feeling known to usAll - the dull shame with which we find that fate hasdefrauded us for our own good. However, he hurried toFannie and put himself into her service with a gayimperiousness delightful to both and apparently amusingto the busy Johanna. By and by the music-teacher helpedalso, making Fannie keep her rocking-chair, and, as Mr.March came and went, dropped little melodious, regretfulthings to him privately about his own departure. Onceshe said that nothing gave her so much happiness asanswering pleasant letters; but John only wondered whywomen so often talk obviously without any aim whatever! 2b1af7f3a8