Why Me?

I was painfully aroused, my pussy soaked and my nipples rock hard, and I would have done anything just to come. I began to beg almost as soon as I was awake, pleading for the vibrator to be turned up, for my hands to be freed for just a moment so I could touch myself. I even begged to be fucked, to be used. It didn't matter what they did to me if only they would let me come.

It wasn't master Hawkes who had come to collect me that morning but one of the men who had used my mouth the day before and he completely ignored my babbling promises to do anything he'd like. He pulled the vibrator from my sopping wet pussy and I moaned and arched my back from the blessed sensation, craving more. He then released my arms from the floor, only to pull me into a sitting position and clip them together behind my back before I could reach down to touch myself. As soon as he freed my ankles I immediately pressed my thighs together, desperate for some extra sensation, and he slapped one of my nipples. I yelped, still sore from the abuse I'd received the day before, and spread my legs slightly, hoping that if I behaved I might be allowed to come. He hauled me to my feet and marched me out of the room, turning down a branch of the corridor I hadn't seen the night before and through a door to the outer courtyard.

It was a cool, grey morning and my nipples puckered as a chill breeze brushed across my body. I shivered slightly, feeling the wetness on my pussy, and tried to hurry towards the doorway on the other side of the yard. The man slapped my ass and held me back to a sedate walk, dipping his fingers into my wetness and then spreading it on both of my nipples. By the time we entered the mansion I was covered in goosebumps, my clit and nipples were swollen and hard with arousal, and I was panting with the desperate need to come

We walked down what I presumed was the same hallway I'd been in the day before, the one with the lush, thick carpeting. I was shocked by the opulence of my surroundings, and stared openly at the richly paneled wood walls and velvet draperies on the windows. There were marble statues spaced evenly in the alcoves between the windows and I felt another stab of lust in my gut when I saw what they depicted. Figure after figure showed naked women being fucked or abused in some way, and the formal nature of the marble made it seem all the more erotic and kinky to me. I gasped when we passed the first painting, a scene that at first looked like a traditional foxhunt but on closer inspection featured naked women being chased across a field while men on horseback rode after them. I shivered as I remembered my capture from the day before and wondered if the women in the painting had experienced something similar.

After traversing another hallway I was led through a doorway and down a set of stairs into a completely different environment. This hall was made of cold, damp cement, and the floors were rough and uneven. Metal doors were set into the walls at regular spaces and it was at one of these that the man finally stopped. He produced a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and led me inside, shutting and locking it behind him. I stared at the small space, a room the size of a large bathroom, and fidgeted, unsure of what was to come. There was no furniture in the room, save for a wallscreen tv and a large padded chair that looked like someone had crossed a dentist's chair with a gynecological chair. The length of the thing was adorned with thick leather straps that would secure whoever sat in it, and there were multiple pedals and dials arranged around the base. The man uncuffed my wrists and maneuvered me into the chair, placing my hands and feet carefully into their respective rests. He began to apply the restraints, each strap snugged down carefully until I was completely immobile. There was one across my forehead, one each above and below my breasts, one across my hips, and then straps holding my thighs, calves, and ankles to the leg supports that were spread wide. Two more bands encircled my wrists. I tested my bonds carefully, becoming more and more nervous, but I could move nothing but my fingers and toes. This was soon remedied as more tiny straps were placed across them, rendering me completely helpless.

I stared straight ahead at the blank tv screen, watching out of the corner of my eye as the man began to fiddle with an apparatus of pipes that descended from the ceiling. He made a few adjustments and then hit a button, making me gasp as three pinpoints of red light shot down and highlighted my nipples and clit. He corrected the placement of the lights slightly, and then, looking satisfied, he hit a switch on the wall and left the room. The pinpoints of light vanished and I heard the sound of the key in the lock. Some small part of me was still desperately aroused, my pussy still dripping, but I was terrified of what my punishment would be.

The screen in front of me flickered to life and I saw an image of myself, strapped down to the bizarre chair-like contraption. The camera panned over my naked body, focusing in on my dripping pussy, and then zoomed out slightly and paused. I waited, staring and wondering, and then jumped as a single droplet of water fell from the ceiling and landed on my clit. I strained my head, trying to look up high enough to see where it had come from, but the leather strap made it impossible to see. I looked back at the tv screen just in time to see another drop fall and land squarely on my left nipple, the coldness of it stiffening that sensitive bud. I moaned, suddenly seeing what was happening, and flinched as a third droplet landed on my right nipple. There was a pause of a few moments and then three drops fell at once, landing on both nipples and my clit at the same time. I gasped at the sensation, my clit hardening and swelling to a ridiculous size, and began to cry in frustration. They were going to torment me with these faint touches on my most sensitive parts, torture me by not letting me come. I wanted to scream at them, rail against their cruelty, but I was terrified that if I didn't behave they might do worse. I bit down on my lip, willing myself not to be aroused, and then moaned loudly as another droplet splashed down onto my throbbing clit.

The scene on the tv changed and once again I was subjected to videos of other women being abused. The first one was of a voluptuous redhead doing jumping jacks, her gigantic breasts bouncing up and down in a painful looking manner. Every so often she'd slow or wrap her arms around her chest in obvious discomfort, and a whip would snake out and strike her on the ass. She was crying, and I tried to feel empathy for her but all I could summon was a faint envy for her comparative freedom. I would have traded places with her in an instant, and as if to reinforce my thought three drops of water fell in quick succession to splash onto my clit. I bucked against the restraints, knowing it was futile but unable to stop myself, and moaned as the scene on the tv changed again.

This time it was lovely black lady being tormented, her large breasts lifted up and away from her chest by a pair of nipple clamps attached to a bar over her head. She was straddling a barrel shaped device with a small rubber cock on it, and as I watched she lowered herself onto the dildo, stretching her thick, dark nipples and causing a grimace to appear on her face. It was quickly chased away by a look of arousal though, and I heard a buzzing noise emanating from the device she was sitting on. I soon noticed that the chains on her nipples were being slowly tightened, her breasts being pulled further and further upwards, and it was only when she gave a despairing cry and lifted herself off the vibrating dildo that they stopped retracting and held position. I moaned, this time feeling a measure of sympathy as I realized that she was being made to torture her own nipples in order to come on the vibrator. The drops of water had been falling in random patterns as I watched her, and I was getting steadily hotter and hotter.

More videos were played for me, some of girls being punished, some of them being fucked. A pretty brunette was shown sucking off a line of men, each one shooting his load all over her chest before she crawled to the next one and begged for his cock. A blonde lady was on her hands and knees, a mechanical dildo fucking her ass, her breasts bouncing from the force of the thrusts. A tiny looking Indian girl was shown lying on a bed with her wrists and ankles bound to the headboard above her, a crop striking her spread open pussy again and again while she cried and moaned. The images began to blur together, each one punctuated by the drips of water that rained down on my nipples and clit. My entire existence narrowed down to these three areas, my whole awareness focused on when and where the next drop would fall. I was so caught up in my own torment it took me a while to realize that the keening sounds I was hearing were my own, not those of the women on the tv. I fought the leather straps, clenched the muscles of my pussy, and wailed in frustration and need, aching for just a little more contact on my throbbing clit. I felt as if a puff of air would send me over the edge and yet again and again the drops would fall and I would come right to the edge of orgasm without going over. I felt as if I was going mad.

It could have been hours or days later that the door to the room opened. The tv shut off in the middle of a scene involving two women being fucked by six men, and I blinked stupidly up at the man who was standing over me. It took me a moment to recognize Master Hawkes but I immediately opened my mouth to begin begging for an orgasm. He held a hand up to silence me and I moaned, squirming as best I could in the chair.

"I know you want to come. The question is, have you learned your lesson? Will you obey whatever command I give you?" he asked.

"Yes!" I cried, "Yes sir, please, yes." I sobbed as I spoke, overjoyed at the thought of being allowed to come.

"Good girl." He said, trailing one finger along my stomach. "Before I let you come, I want you to tell me what you are."

I stared at him blankly, unsure what he was asking. He swirled his finger around my navel before sliding it upwards and tickling the underside of my breast. "You know what you are, little slut. Tell me."

The tiny part of my brain that was still really, truly me flinched, but I heard myself crying out the words he wanted to hear. "I'm a dirty little whore! I'm a slut who needs cocks in her holes, I'm just a filthy cunt who needs to be fucked and made to come, oh please sir let me come, please." I cried, the words jumbling together in my haste. He chuckled and reached into his pocket.

"Come for me, slut." He said, and shoved a vibrator into my pussy. I screamed, my vision going white, my pussy clamping down on the vibrator, my body straining so hard I thought I would break the straps holding me down. Master Hawkes grabbed one of my breasts and kneaded it, pinching the nipple hard as I came, sending waves of pure pleasure through me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, pulsing through me almost painfully, but I finally went limp, gasping for breath as I fought to recover. Master Hawkes was still holding my nipple and he gave it an affectionate tweak, smiling down at me like I'd done something right.

"Good girl. Let's get you cleaned up. You have a visitor."

***

Master Hawkes had unstrapped me from my chair and led me back through the mansion to the tiled room in the stable. I was given a minute to relieve myself in the attached bathroom and then scrubbed down with soap and warm water before being fed. I'd devoured the simple meal of sandwich and fruit, ravenously hungry, and I was now being led back into the mansion, my wrists bound behind me. Master Hawkes guided me down another richly appointed hallway, this one featuring stained glass windows with scenes of women being fucked by mythical creatures, and stopped in front of an ornate wooden door. He looked me over carefully, tweaking my nipples into hardness and then stroking my clit til he could feel the wetness oozing out of my pussy and smiled at me, wiping the dampness on his fingers on my pointed nipples. He opened the door, leading me inside and ordered me to kneel. I sank to the carpet, my knees spread and breasts thrust out, looking around the room as I did so.

There was a large four poster bed with heavy drapes on it, and I could see iron rings set into the heavy wood frame at points where a person might be restrained. Next to it was a sumptuous chair with no arms and a matching, low footstool that was also adorned with heavy iron rings. The walls were tastefully decorated with wallpaper and wood molding, but on closer inspection I could see the rings and attachment points spaced evenly along them and a large mirror in a gilt frame dominated one whole wall, reflecting everything in the room from floor to ceiling. The decadent luxury of the room was just a mask for it's true purpose, which seemed to be restraining and abusing women. I eyed a large wooden wardrobe in one corner nervously, wondering what was stored inside it, and waited for Master Hawkes to give me my next orders. He'd told me that I had a visitor, but I couldn't imagine what that might mean. Was one of the men from my first days here going to fuck me again?

I jumped slightly as the door behind me opened and then closed, but resisted the urge to turn around and look when Master Hawkes fixed me with a stern glare. He stood up and smiled at whoever had entered the room, offering his hand as if to shake, and stepped around behind me where I couldn't see him.

"Welcome, sir. I hear this is quite an important moment for you, so I won't be in your way for long. I figured I'd ask if you'd rather explain the situation to the slut or have me do it for you."

"Oh, I think I'll have you tell her. Preferably while that luscious little mouth of hers is wrapped around my cock." The new man said, and I gasped at the voice. Before I could react, the two men stepped back into my field of view and I stared in disbelief at my former boss, Mr. Bauer. My mouth hung open in shock and I flinched back as he reached for me, stroking one hand down my cheek. The two men laughed at my expression and then Mr. Bauer reached for the zipper on his pants and drew it down, letting his hard cock spring free. I flinched backwards but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed his cock against my mouth, twisting my hair slightly so that I whimpered. "Open up." He said, thrusting forward against my lips, and I obeyed, scared of what might happen if I didn't.

"Good girl." Said Master Hawkes, and then settled himself into the chair while Mr. Bauer began to fuck my mouth. "I see you know our guest, and I guess you're wondering why he's here? Well, it seems Mr. Bauer here has been suffering over the past few years you've been working for him, and you're the cause of it. I hear he asked you out on several dates and you turned him down every time, all the while flaunting that slutty little body of yours and making his life quite frustrating. When our agents informed him that you had suffered a nervous breakdown he was quite upset, and started trying to track you down. Of course, since there would be no record of you being admitted to any psychiatric institution, we couldn't have him snooping into the whole thing, so we made him an offer. He got full access to all the tapes of your processing and training in exchange for his silence. Of course, after watching how much you loved to be fucked and abused, he had to try you for himself. Normally we are quite an exclusive establishment, but we made an exception in Mr. Bauer's case, given the level of torment you'd put him through."

I moaned around the cock in my mouth, horrified at what was being said. My boss had been a hideous, lecherous man, always making passes at me at work or accidentally brushing up against me. He'd made a point of commenting on my clothing, always eyeing my cleavage as he did so, and a couple of times he had grabbed my ass before I threatened to make a complaint to HR. He wasn't a bad looking man, tall, dark haired and neat, but his personality was so odious that I'd done everything in my power to avoid him. And now, here I was, kneeling naked in front of him while he shoved his cock down my throat, and there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel tears leaking from my eyes, but this only seemed to turn him on more and he guided my mouth back and forth on his cock even faster, reaching down to grope my breasts with his other hand as he did so. Master Hawkes stood up and chuckled at me, moving towards the door. "I'll leave you to it, Mr. Bauer. Remember, no permanent marks, but otherwise do what you want with the little cunt."

I moaned in fear as the door closed behind him, staring up at the cruel face of my boss as he fucked my mouth. Despite my disgust, my pussy was still wet from Master Hawke's earlier touches, and the feel of a cock in my mouth was turning me on. I whimpered when Mr. Bauer finally pulled his cock from my mouth and let go of my hair, using both hands to roughly squeeze and manipulate my breasts. He pulled on my nipples before letting go and shoving my head down towards the carpet.

"Get your ass up in the air, slut. I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours." I began to cry as I lowered my face to the floor and lifted my hips, exposing my asshole and dripping pussy. He stepped behind me and lined his cock up before shoving into me in one thrust, making me groan as my breasts rubbed against the carpet. He slapped my ass and began to fuck me, hard, leaning over my back and growling into my ear as he did so.

"You filthy little cunt, you're wet for me. I knew you were the sort of girl who liked to be fucked like a whore, and now I'm going to show you just how much of a slut you are. All those years you acted like the ice princess, too good to let me take you on a date, and now you're going to do whatever I want."

His thrusts got faster and my nipples began to burn as they were rubbed back and forth across the carpet. He reached under me and grasped them, twisting and pinching cruelly and I screamed, bucking against him in an effort to relieve the pain in my poor nubs. He laughed, pinching harder and slammed his dick into me with greater force. "Oh yeah, you love having your tits abused, don't you? Your cunt just grabs my cock when I pinch your sweet little titties, and I know you're going to come like a whore."

I moaned at his words, knowing that he was right. My pussy was gripping his cock, just like he said, and I could feel an orgasm building as he fucked me. I began to pant, trying to hold my body still when all I wanted was to push back against his rough thrusts, and he let go of my breasts and grabbed my hair with one hand, hauling my head back and using it to pull me back onto his cock as he pummeled my throbbing pussy. He began to spank my ass with his other hand, punctuating each thrust with a loud smack and I began to wail, my orgasm approaching, washing over me even as I fought against it. I couldn't come for this man, I just couldn't!

Just as I was about to launch into a screaming orgasm, he pulled out of my pussy and with a yell he shot his load all over my ass and back. He held onto my hair as he did it, forcing my neck back further and calling me a filthy little whore as his come splattered all over me. He finally let me go and I slumped to the floor, ass still raised, pussy still desperately grasping at nothing while I moaned my frustration and need. He stepped around in front of me and pulled me upwards again, presenting me with his slimy cock.

"Clean it off, slut." He said, and I opened my mouth and sucked him in, carefully using my tongue to clean all traces of my juices off of him. I'd never tasted myself before, but the sweet saltiness of it was surprisingly pleasant and the burning in my wet pussy made the act all the more erotic for me. His cock began to harden again as I sucked on it, and soon he was shoving it down my throat, making me gag and choke. He pulled out and then reached behind me, uncuffing my wrists before walking over to the wardrobe on the wall and flinging the doors open. Inside was a dizzying array of sex toys and outfits -- whips, floggers, vibrators, dildos, harnesses, clamps -- anything anyone could desire was in there, and he looked through it for a moment before selecting a medium sized dildo with raised bumps on it and returning to me.

"Fuck yourself with this." He said, tossing it to me before sitting down on the chair and stroking his hard cock as he watched me. I paused for a moment, the shame of what I was about to do making me hang my head and blush, but we both knew I would obey him. I didn't know if I could handle another punishment like the one I'd just had.

I lay down on my back, spreading my legs wide with my knees bent, and began to run the dildo up and down my slit. I slid it back and forth across my clit, the sensation making me moan and buck my hips a bit in spite of myself. Mr. Bauer glared at me and snapped his fingers. "Hurry up. I told you to fuck yourself, so shove that cock into your cunt and get on with it." I complied, sliding the dildo into my pussy and moaning again at the welcome fullness. I began to fuck myself, slowly at first, but gradually faster as he spurred me on, calling me a worthless cunt and telling me I was a whore for masturbating in front of him. I began to thrust my hips upward to meet the dildo, my free hand straying to my breasts to pinch and squeeze my nipples, my head thrown back in ecstasy. All to soon I felt my orgasm crash down on me and I cried out, arching my back and pumping my hips as I shoved the rubber cock as far into my pussy as it would go. When I came back down again, my boss was grinning lecherously at me, his hand still stroking his cock.

"What a filthy little whore." He said, and then began to strip his clothes off. I watched, my body so drained I couldn't bring myself to get up off the floor, as he stripped naked and walked towards me. He hauled me to my knees, turning me so I faced the large mirror in the room, and pushed me forward so I was on hands and knees with my legs spread and breasts dangling underneath me. He stepped behind me, still fisting his cock and shoved it into my pussy with no warning, groaning as he did so. After a few thrusts he pulled out and repositioned the head of his cock at my asshole and I squirmed slightly, not nearly turned on enough to want his cock in my ass. He ignored my movements and shoved forward, impaling me on his cock in one swift thrust. I screamed and tried to buck away from him but he grabbed my hips and held me steady as my hands scrabbled on the carpet, trying to get away from the pain in my ass. I felt like a burning poker had been shoved up there and when he pulled out and then slammed back into me I began to cry, the pain overwhelming any pleasure I had felt from my recent orgasm. He began to fuck my ass with swift, hard strokes, slapping my ass occasionally and then grabbing my hair to hold me steady as he rammed into me.

"Look at yourself, whore." He said, wrenching my head so I had to stare into the mirror. "Look at me fucking your tight little ass. Watch your little titties bounce while I fuck you. I want you to feel every bit of my cock, and I don't care if you enjoy this or not. This is for all those years you teased me, all those times you turned me down. If you'd just been nice to me, I could have made you happy, but no. You needed to be taken and used like a whore, so that's what I'm going to do." And with that, he began to slam into my ass, fucking me so hard I was shoved forward and had to grip the carpet to keep from being pushed into the mirror. I stared at our image, at my face, tearstreaked and pale, my mouth open in a continuous moan, and at him, his mouth curled into a hateful sneer, his eyes wild and lustfilled. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, couldn't believe that my hateful boss was raping my ass while I just knelt there and took it. The pure helplessness and submissiveness of my situation was making my pussy wet, but the brutal pounding in my ass wasn't going to make me come, and I knew it. I held on tightly to the carpet and concentrated on getting through this, on not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. He kept fucking me, his balls slapping against my pussy, his hand in my hair yanking painfully on my scalp until finally he yelled and I felt his cock pulsing in my asshole, his semen shooting into my ass. I collapsed, relieved it was over, and he pulled his softening cock out of me. I lay there, hoping that if I didn't move he might leave me alone, but after a minute he got dressed and then rolled me over and began to play with my nipples while he sneered down into my face.

"Thanks for the fuck, sweetheart. I've had better, but I suppose that's the best I can expect from a nasty little cunt. Enjoy the rest of your time here. I hear your life is going to be just what you need."

With that, he stood up and left the room. I lay on the carpet, bruised and sore, my pussy tingling with arousal, and began to weep.

***

One of the men from the stable had come to collect me after Mr. Bauer left and I had knelt on the floor, numbly allowing him to secure my wrists before leading me back to the stable. I followed him through the halls in a deep fog of shame and self pity, my brain going over and over the encounter I'd just had. Everything they'd done to me up to this point had seemed almost unreal, fantasy-like, as if I might eventually wake up and discover that the whole thing had been a bad dream or a mistake. Seeing Mr. Bauer had brought me crashing back down to reality and I was struggling to come to grips with what my life had become. This wasn't a fantasy, it wasn't temporary, and these men really were going to turn me into a sex slave, whether I wanted it or not. I had no way to escape and nobody to help me and for the first time I truly realized just how lost I was. My life as I had known it was over.

After scrubbing me down in the now familiar tiled room, my guide had brought me back to the tack room and strapped me down to the bale of hay in the center of the room. I had been wallowing in my depression, uncaring and uninterested, but the unpleasant prickling of the sharp hay on my breasts kept piercing through my miserable fog and bringing me back to the here and now. I fidgeted, trying to find a position that would afford me some relief but I was strapped down too tightly. The man had bound me so that my legs were spread wide and my head and neck hung, unsupported, over one side of the bale while my knees rested on the floor. I could feel cool air swirling over my exposed pussy and asshole and this, too, was distracting. I stared despondently at the floor, wishing they would just get on with whatever they were going to do to me next, but nobody came into the room. I waited for what seemed like hours, my breasts and nipples chafing against the hay, my knees beginning to grow sore from resting on the hard cement, but still no one appeared. Before today this would have driven me mad but now I just knelt there, oblivious to my surroundings. When I finally heard footsteps entering the room behind me I didn't even react, I just stared at the smooth cement floor, numb and miserable.

A hand caressed my ass before lightly stroking up my spine to my neck. My hair was loose, hanging down on either side of my face, and he gathered it up into a knot on the back of my head and secured it there with some sort of clip. I continued to gaze at the floor and he sighed, using one finger to lift my chin and turn it so I was looking into Master Hawkes' face. I stared at him, dully, and he nodded as if I had just done something expected.

"Yep. Was wondering if that would break you. All you sluts break at some point, you know that? Some break when we first take 'em, some break when we catch them "escaping", and some break when they have to service someone they knew in their old lives. A few break later than that, but not many. Makes my job easier when it happens early, but maybe not quite so much fun. I like feisty little cunts."

He let go of my chin and I dropped my gaze back to the floor, only partially hearing or understanding what he was saying. What did it matter, anyway? I knew what would happen. He, or someone else, would fuck me. Or they'd whip me. If they thought I wanted to come, they'd deny me, and if they thought I was fighting it, they'd force it from me. Either way I'd feel shame and disgust at myself, and there was nothing I could do about it. I could hear him moving around behind me, but I ignored it, not caring what was coming.

"So, like I was saying, you're broke now. It's a little like how we used to train horses. Grab 'em, and ride 'em hard til they give up and stop fighting. Then you just train them back up til they're just how you want. It's always a little tricky to get them to fight back again, to make 'em fun and spicy, but I know a few tricks. I want you broken, but I don't want you boring. Let's see if we can't get a reaction out of you, hmm?"

As he spoke, he was stroking my ass and thighs using firm, soothing motions, much like I'd imagine he would use on a horse. I expected him to grab my pussy, to try to make me wet, but he just kept rubbing me, squeezing my ass every so often. I felt one of his hands lift away and then there was a firm pressure against my asshole. I relaxed my ass, not caring what he did to it, and the object slid in a few inches before I felt my asshole closing down over a narrowed notch in it. I took a deep breath and suddenly went still, my nose twitching. I smelled ginger. Surely he hadn't put ginger in my ass. No, he couldn't have, wouldn't have. I clenched down on the object unconsciously and then gasped as I was filled with an overwhelming burning sensation. My ass felt like it was on fire, and even relaxing the muscles gave only slight relief. I tried desperately to ignore the sensation, to retreat back to my blessed numbness, but there was no way to escape the fiery pain burning its way into my ass. I began to struggle against my bonds, bucking and whimpering, alternately clenching my ass in an attempt to expel the horrible ginger plug, and then relaxing it as the pain became overwhelming. I gasped as Master Hawkes pressed the ginger in further, and writhed against the haybale, prickling my nipples on the scratchy material. He let go and walked around the haybale, crouching down in front of me.

"Good girl, fight it. Show me what a feisty little cunt you are."

I wailed and thrashed my head, tears streaming down my face as I fought to ignore the pain.

"That's it. Now, we're going to start your lesson. When I'm satisfied, I'll take the ginger out and you can beg me to fuck your ass. If you do poorly, the ginger stays in and I use hot sauce on your nipples and clit. Got it?"

I moaned and nodded my head, desperate to do anything that would end this torment.

"Not good enough, cunt. We discussed how you were to respond to me, didn't we?"

I winced, hoping that my error hadn't been enough to him to decide I'd done poorly, and gasped out "Yes, sir!" as quickly as I could.

"Good." He said. "We're going to start with a lesson on body parts. You're a nasty little cunt, so you need to learn to talk like one." With that, he slid both hands under me and grabbed hold of my breasts, cupping them and shielding them from the prickly hay. I moaned at how good it felt, and he squeezed them, rolling my nipples along his palms.

"These are your tits." He said. "Tell me what I'm doing to them."

"You're...you're holding my breasts." I whimpered, and he immediately grabbed my nipples and pinched down hard, making me squeak in protest.

"Don't play dumb, cunt. We both know you're very smart, so let's try again."

"My...my tits. You're holding my tits." I gasped.

"Better." He said, and loosened his grip on my nipples, returning to lightly squeezing them. "Be more specific. And don't make me drag this out of you, or we'll stop here and I'll go get my hot sauce."

I whimpered again, but tried to focus on what he wanted. "You're...you're playing with my..tits. You're squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples."

"How does it feel?"

"It feels good sir." I moaned. "I like it when you play with my tits."

"Beg for more."

I whimpered and writhed against the hay bale, mortified, but I didn't dare disobey him.

"Please, sir. Please play with my tits. It feels so good when you pinch my nipples, please don't stop." I cried, and he rewarded me by gently tugging on my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before sliding his hands back out and moving around behind me. I squirmed as the hay prickled my chest again, and then gasped as he slid a finger down my pussy. I was wet, shamefully so, and I didn't know if it was from his treatment of my breasts -- no, tits -- or if the ginger in my ass was actually turning me on.

"This is your cunt," he said, sliding one finger into me and swirling it around, "and this is your clit." I bucked against his finger as he pressed it down onto my clit. "Tell me how wet your cunt is, and what you need. Beg me for what you need."

I hung my head, my face burning, but I heard the words coming out of my mouth despite the shame. "My cunt is wet for you, sir. I need...I need you to play with my cunt, sir. Please play with my cunt and touch my clit."

"More. You're a dirty little girl, and we both know it, so start talking like what you are." He said, slowly finger fucking my pussy.

"Please....my clit is so hard and swollen. Please touch it, sir, please make me come. My cunt needs to be fucked, I need to be fucked so I can come. Oh please, sir." I sobbed, pushing back against his finger and fighting against the burning in my ass.

"Tell me what a slut you are." He said.

"I'm a slut!" I gasped, unsure if I was obeying him to avoid punishment or because I suddenly needed to come, badly. "I'm a dirty slut. My cunt is wet and I need to be fucked like the filthy whore I am."

"Beg me to fuck your ass." He growled, taking his finger out of my cunt and pressing down on the ginger in my ass. I yelped and lurched against the hay bale, trying to escape the new rush of fiery sensation.

"Fuck my ass!" I gasped. "Oh, please sir, please fuck my slutty little ass. Please, I need it, I need your cock in my ass. I'm a dirty little cunt and I need to be assfucked."

"Good girl." He said, and I moaned in relief as I felt the ginger being pulled out of me. I had no time to relax before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my sore, burning asshole, and I groaned as he slid all the way into me, his balls coming to rest against my sopping pussy. He held himself there, perfectly still, and I whimpered, the muscles of my ass clenching and releasing around the girth of his dick. He reached forward, and suddenly I felt the straps on first my legs, and then my waist and arms being released til I was completely free of restraint. I went still, unsure of what was coming, and he let go of me completely, the only contact between us his cock in my ass.

"Fuck yourself on it." He said, "Fuck that slutty little asshole on my cock."

And I did.

I tried to rationalize it later, tried to tell myself that I'd been scared of being punished, but the raw truth was that I wanted to. At that moment, I truly was a filthy little whore, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck myself on my master's cock. I grabbed onto the hay bale and pulled myself forward til just the tip of his dick was left inside me and then shoved backwards, moaning as my ass was stuffed full of his cock. I did it again, arching my back to try to get a better angle, and then began to speed up, stroking his cock in and out of my ass, my breath coming out in desperate little pants, my tits brushing across the hay as they swung back and forth. Master Hawkes knelt behind me, unmoving, his hands at his sides, and when I turned my head to look at him, he stared back at me, utterly impassive. He could have been waiting for a bus for all the emotion he showed, and I suddenly realized how I must look, wantonly fucking my ass on his cock while he appraised me, silently. I worked harder, determined to crack that emotionless mask, and I moaned as I felt an orgasm approaching. I fought it, determined that I would make him come, determined that I would win just one tiny part of this battle, but it rushed up on me, overwhelming my defenses. I writhed and twisted, crying out in shame and ecstasy as it crashed into me, my asshole and pussy clenching, my clit throbbing. I collapsed on the haybale, and turned to look back at Master Hawkes again. He was still watching me, his face unchanged, and he slowly lifted his hands up so they gripped my hips.

"Is that what you needed, slut?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." I whispered, utterly ashamed.

"Good." He said. "Since you didn't make me come, I'm going to punish you then we'll try again. Maybe next time you'll learn how to fuck a man for his pleasure, not your own." And with that, he pulled his hard cock out of my ass and stood up. I stared up at him, wordlessly, and he smiled down at me, his face a mixture of condescension and amusement.

"Never forget, slut. You're here for our pleasure."

***

I'd knelt there, dumbfounded and humiliated once again as Master Hawkes retrieved a crop from the racks of instruments on the wall. Despite my vow not to react to what was done to me I had once again found myself doing exactly what they wanted and expected of me. As I watched Master Hawkes walk back towards me I hung my head, ashamed of my actions. It seemed that they would win, no matter what I did.

Master Hawkes grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upwards til I was kneeling upright, my chest thrust forward. He used the crop to tap the insides of my thighs until my legs were spread enough to please him and then he let go of me, stepping back and letting his gaze travel up and down my body.

"Put your hands behind your head." He snapped, and I quickly complied, scared by the tone of his voice.

"Now, slut, I'm going to use this crop on your tits. You will kneel there with your hands behind your head, your cunt exposed, and your tits thrust out until I'm done with you. You can scream and cry all you like but if one word crosses those slutty little lips of yours I'll gag you with the biggest dildo we have and start your punishment all over again, got it?"

"Yes, sir." I whispered, clenching my hands together behind my neck in anticipation of the pain I knew was coming.

"When I'm done, you'll get another chance to make me come. If you fail, you get the crop again. I've got 3 hours left in your training slot for today and if you don't want to spend all of them getting your titties whipped, I suggest you figure out how to please me, and fast."

I gulped and braced myself as he drew the crop back. I flinched before it even hit me, the sight of it swinging down towards my left breast almost more than I could bear. When it connected with my nipple I gasped and tears sprung from my eyes at the explosion of erotic pain it caused, my whole body going rigid in reaction. I clenched my teeth, determined not to speak, and then groaned through them as he brought the crop down again, this time on my right nipple. He paused for a moment, watching me, and then swiftly brought the crop up again, catching the sensitive underside of my breast and making me yelp in surprise. He followed that with a flurry of blows, all of them striking different places, until my breasts felt like they were on fire. I risked a glance downwards and saw that my nipples were hard and swollen, turgid red peaks surrounded by the marks of the crop on my creamy white skin. I began to pant, my breaths punctuated by moans as each blow brought new pain to my poor, abused tits, and I fought to keep my hands clenched tightly behind my neck when all I wanted was to shield my breasts from the brutal kiss of the crop.

Master Hawkes whipped me until my breasts were red and sore and then suddenly stopped, unzipped his pants, and grabbed the back of my head, guiding me towards his hard cock. I sucked him in hungrily, desperate to make him come so I could avoid more pain, and swirled my tongue around the head of his thick tool as he shoved it into my mouth. After the first thrust he went still, his hand on the back of my head holding me steady but not forcing me. I pushed my face forward, hands still locked behind my neck as I tried to get more of his cock into my mouth. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat and pulled back, tonguing the underside and moaning slightly before trying again, this time succeeding in getting him partway down my throat. I continued to do this, pulling back to breathe while stroking his cock with my tongue and then deepthroating him as best I could, staring up at his face, willing him to come.

After about ten minutes of worshiping his cock he gripped my hair tightly and pulled his cock out of my mouth, holding my face just inches away from it.

"Not good enough, cunt."

I whimpered, my body beginning to shake as he let go of my hair and raised the crop again. The first blow made me shriek as it struck my swollen, aching nipple, and it was only through sheer force of will that I managed not to double over and clutch my chest in pain. The next strike was no better and as he continued my punishment I began to sob, my breasts on fire, my throat aching. When he finally stopped again I immediately opened my mouth, pleading with my eyes for him to put his cock in it, but he paused and instead slid the crop up the inside of my thigh til it reached my pussy. I gasped and squirmed, terrified that he was about to hit me there, but instead he simply stroked the tip of the crop through my folds and then brought it up to my nose, dripping with my wetness.

"You really are a little slut." He growled, smearing my juices across my lips. "Your cunt is soaked from getting your tits whipped. What a whore."

I moaned, ashamed of myself yet again, and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. This time I put everything I had into trying to make him come. I slobbered over the head of his cock, thrusting my tongue into the little hole, wrapping my lips around the shaft and sucking him deep into my mouth before pushing the whole thing down my throat. I gagged on it, my throat spasming, but I forced myself to keep it there, only pulling back when my vision became blurry from lack of air. I moaned, vibrating the head of his cock, and stared up into his eyes, desperate for some sign that he was about to come. Again and again I deepthroated him, slaving over his cock, until my throat was raw and sore. I was reaching the point of exhaustion when he suddenly tightened his grip on my hair and jerked his hips, shoving himself all the way into my throat and grunting, his cock spurting thick, creamy jism into my belly. It seemed to go on forever, my eyes watering, my vision going blurry from lack of oxygen, and when he finally pulled out I collapsed, gasping for air and gagging on the taste of his semen. He used the crop to lift my chin til I faced him and stared down at me coldly.

"Better. We'll work on that in the future, but it'll do for now. Now, I believe I was in the middle of fucking your ass when you came last time, so we'll get back to that. Get down on your hands and knees."

I whimpered, my gaze straying down to where his cock jutted out, impossibly still hard. I wasn't sure I could handle being fucked without coming, especially since I knew it could take him a long time to come now that I'd just finished him off with my mouth. I slowly turned, my hands on the floor, ass in the air, and then yelped as the crop smacked my left ass cheek.

"When I give you an order, you'll obey me immediately. Do you understand, cunt?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" I cried, rushing to get myself into the position he wanted. I'd no sooner done so than I felt his hard cock pressing against my asshole, stretching it out. He pushed forward slightly before pulling back again, teasing my tight little rosebud and making me moan in anticipation. When he finally shoved himself all the way in I cried out, my asshole clenching tightly around the head of his cock. He gave me no time to adjust to its thickness and immediately began fucking me hard. He used long strokes, drawing back until only the head was left inside me and then slamming forward with a grunt, impaling me on his thick shaft. It was a brutal fucking with no regard for my pleasure, and yet my pussy was dripping and I could feel the wetness as his balls slapped against it. I dug my fingers into the cement floor and screwed my eyes shut, focusing on anything and everything but the orgasm I could feel building deep in my gut. I clenched down on his cock, hoping to make him come faster, but it only increased the sensations I was feeling and I moaned, rocking back against his powerful thrusts.

He slapped my ass and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and arching my neck.

"This is not for you." He growled, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust. "You are nothing but a whore, a set of holes to be fucked for my pleasure. If you get to come, it's because I want to see your slutty little body writhe and squirm, not because I care about your enjoyment. Never forget this, cunt. This is not for you."

And with one final thrust he unloaded in my ass, the hot semen filling me up and leaking out around his cock. I moaned, my pussy on fire, desperate to come, but I didn't dare move. He was right – this wasn't for me, and the sooner I got used to it, the better off I'd be.

***

This was different.  I tugged nervously at the too-short skirt, the feel of fabric against my skin strangely foreign after so much time spent naked.  I glanced down at the shiny black mary-janes on my feet and shuffled them against the floor, savouring the sensations.  I didn't want to think about what was about to happen.

***

Master Hawkes had been conducting my morning training session when the knock on the door had interupted us.  I'd stared curiously at the young looking man holding a murmured conversation with Master Hawkes while openly appraising me with his eyes.  I was shackled to the wall, my breasts covered in crop marks, clothespins on my nipples, and the frank appreciation in his gaze made my pussy tingle.  It had been two days since Master Hawkes had let me orgasm and permanent arousal had become a normal state for me.

Master Hawkes nodded once and then turned back to me, smiling in a way that made me nervous.

"Well, slut, it looks like you get to have some fun today.  I'll leave you in Jeb's capable hands."

With that he turned and walked out the door, leaving me with the stranger.  He was perhaps my own age, tall and fit with a mop of unruly dark blond hair.  He grinned at me as he stepped forward, trailing his fingers up my thigh to rest against my hip.

"Lucky little slut.  You would normally need a few weeks more training before we let you go to class, but one of the other cunts isn't feeling well today so you get to take her place.  I bet Master Hawkes hasn't told you anything about class, though, has he?"

I shook my head wordlessly, only half my attention focused on his words.  His hand had slid closer to my aching pussy and I was mentally willing him to touch me there, to give me some sort of relief.

"Well, it's like this.  You know that we have you sluts here as entertainment for the members of the organization, right?"  I nodded, feeling a little uncertain.  Nobody had fully explained the workings of this place to me and while I'd guessed at some of what must go on, I found myself paying closer attention to what he was saying.

"Some of these members have, shall we say....certain proclivities.  Some of these are quite benign, others not so, but the point is that we try to cater to all the desires of our members whenever possible, and you would be shocked at how many men just love the idea of slutty little schoolgirls."  His hand had moved to the inside of my thigh as he spoke and I moaned slightly, arching my back and pushing my pussy forward.  He ignored it, lightly stroking the soft skin of my leg while continuing to talk.

"So, you get to fulfill some of their fantasies.  It works well, really.  You need training and a classroom atmosphere is as good a place as any to give it to you.  We just make it into a bit of a show at the same time."

He suddenly dropped his hand away and grinned at me.  "Let's get you ready, hmm?"

***

Jeb had released me from my shackles and pulled the clothespins off my nipples, taking a moment to knead those sensitive nubs as I gasped, flinching against the sensation of blood returning to them.  He'd then handed me a pile of clothes and stood back to watch me dress, a smirk on his face.  The shoes and knee socks had been easy but when I went to put on the thin white blouse, I'd discovered that it was so tight I could barely button it in the front.  There had been no bra, of course, and when I finally managed to squeeze my breasts into the too-tight garment I realized that the thin fabric simply highlighted my swollen, dark nipples, providing no modesty at all.  The blouse made me feel constricted and I squirmed against it slightly until Jeb stepped forward and slid his hands down the front of it, grasping my nipples and tugging upwards sharply.  I yelped, arching my back to relieve the pressure on my breasts, but he let go just as suddenly as he'd started and lightly adjusted the fabric around them, nodding to himself.  I looked down to see that I was now all but spilling out of the low cut blouse, the tight fabric pushing my breasts up and outwards, my nipples just barely concealed.

"Hurry up, slut.  Trust me, this is one class you don't want to be late for." he said, pointing to the plaid skirt.  I shimmied into it, finding myself completely unsurprised when it turned out to be only just long enough to cover my ass.  There were no panties provided, and when I stood, fully dressed, and stared down at myself, I felt somehow more exposed than when I had simply been naked.

Jeb handed me a brush and two hair ties, grinning at my expression.

"Pigtails.  You know how to do it.  I have some nice red ribbon to match your skirt, too."

Feeling absurd, I put my hair up into ponytails on either side of my head and tied the ribbons into big floppy bows around each tail.  I could feel the blush creeping up my face as I imagined how I must look.  The last item Jeb provided was a pair of leather cuffs and after I'd put them on, he secured my wrists behind my back.

"Time for school, slut.  Let's go." said Jeb, leading me out the door and down the hallway.  We crossed through the courtyard and into the mansion, following a hallway I didn't recognize.  The ever-present erotic paintings were here as well, these ones featuring children's fairy tales and nursery rhymes.  I spotted a buxom Little Red Riding hood being fucked by a wolf, and what I thought must be Miss Muffet, tied down to her tuffet by spiderwebs.  I shivered, wondering who had painted these scenes, and kept my eyes forward as we went past the rest of them.

We came around a corner and I stumbled, staring ahead of me in shock.  There were three other women there, all dressed as I was, and I realized that these were the first captives I had seen since I'd been here.  None of them looked at me as Jeb led me up to them, they all stared down at their shoes or at the men standing with them, but I couldn't help but stare at them, wondering who they were and what had happened to them.  Jeb directed me to the back of the group, turning me so I faced away from the other women, and began to run one hand up the back of my thigh.

"Just think about it, slut.  You're going to be on display.  Men you've never met before are going to be watching as you learn how to be a proper slut."  As he spoke, he slid his hand around to my front, under the skirt, and began to grab my pussy, squeezing it roughly and dipping his fingers into my wetness.  I gasped, leaning my head back against his shoulder, and he slid his other hand down into my blouse to tweak my nipples, tugging on them until they almost popped free of my blouse.

"You like it, don't you?" he growled into my ear, shoving two fingers into my cunt and beginning to fuck me with them.  "You like being a slut."  I whimpered, feeling the orgasm I'd been aching for begin to rise, my hips thrusting forward as I tried to gain more contact with his fingers.  With one final thrust, he yanked his fingers from my pussy, let go of my breast, unclipped my cuffs and turned me around, shoving me towards the door.  It was open now, and all the other women had filed inside, their keepers still standing in the hall.  I stepped forward, moving as fast as I could past the gauntlet of their hands as they groped and caressed me, finally stumbling into the room, my eyes slightly glazed and my breath coming fast as I tried to make my  wobbly legs cooperate.

The room was set up like a typical classroom with a blackboard at the front and a row of desks facing the teacher's large desk.  The man standing behind it was wearing a suit and holding a pointer, his salt and pepper hair combed neatly away from his temples, his craggy face set into a disapproving scowl.

"Young lady, what is the meaning of this?  To arrive to class looking so disheveled?  I believe you have earned yourself a detention.  Now, hurry up and take your seat." he thundered, slamming his pointer down on the desk for emphasis.

I flinched, looking around the room and trying to get my bearings.  The other girls were sitting at their desks, heads bowed, not making eye contact, and I hurried to take the one empty seat, wincing as my skirt rode up and exposed my ass to the cold wooden chair.  By the time I looked up again, the instructor was writing on the board, his back turned to us.  I risked a glance around the room, seeing for the first time a slanted gallery built into the side wall, smoked glass shielding its occupants from view.  I stared at it for a second before quickly turning back to the chalkboard, wondering how many men were sitting in there, watching our humiliation.

"Good morning class."  the instructor boomed suddenly, making me jump. 

"Good morning, Sir." the other girls mumbled.

"My name is Mr. Cole, and today we are going to discuss the female body.  As you young ladies know, you are only useful as entertainment for men, and there are certain parts of you that are particularly entertaining.  For today's lesson, you will each be focusing on one of these areas and helping your classmates to learn more about it."  He turned to the board, tapping his pointer against the first word he had written.

"Tits.  You, you will be called tits for the rest of the day." he said, pointing to a blond lady around my own age.  Her breasts were the largest of all of ours, their swollen flesh spilling out over the top of her tiny blouse, the buttons looking as if they might burst at any moment.

"Mouth." he continued, pointing to the lady next to me, a statuesque black woman with full, sensuous lips.

"You are cunt." he said, pointing at me, "And you will be teaching us about the ass." he continued, his gaze on the curvy latina lady on my other side.

"Tits, you are first.  Come here."

The blonde lady stood, her breasts bouncing with every step as she moved to the front of the class and stood in front of the teacher, head bowed submissively.  He stroked one finger down her neck, running it along the edge of her cleavage, and then turned her to face the room.

"Class, you will notice that tits has quite an impressive rack.  She will be quite useful as a demonstration. First, we will discuss ways of making the breasts more sensitive.  Tits, hand me that rope."

The lady handed him a long cord of rope from the top of the desk and then placed her hands behind her neck, her eyes still downcast.  Mr. Cole began winding the rope around her torso, creating bands above and below her massive tits before cinching the rope in the middle, compressing her swollen flesh and forcing her breasts to stick out even further.  The fabric of her blouse looked as if it might rip at any moment and her face had taken on a slightly pained look, but she made no sound as he tightened the ropes further. 

"Good." he said, "Now, hand me those clips."  She flinched, but picked up the pair of binder clips sitting on the desk and handed them to him as he began to tweak her nipples through the thin fabric.  When he was satisifed with their hardness he snapped the clips onto them, causing a groan from her, and then turned her back to face us. 

"Class, please observe how tits is reacting to this treatment.  It is obvious her breasts are made much more sensitive by this, and I think we will let her sit this way for a few minutes to increase the effect."

As "tits" walked back to her seat, I found myself squeezing my legs together slightly, appalled at the wetness I felt there.  This woman couldn't possibly be enjoying this and yet the sight of her standing up there, her breasts bound and her nipples clamped, was turning me on.  I struggled with my feelings, disgusted by myself, and watched as the teacher turned towards the woman on my left.

"Mouth, up to the front of the class, now."

As she walked gracefully to the front,  I stole another peek at "tits" who was sitting in her chair, ramrod straight, her mouth set in an expression of discomfort.  My stomach twisted, overriding my arousal for a moment and I was just about to turn away when I glanced down at her legs.  My eyes widened as I saw her clench her thighs together, a small flush moving up her neck, and then stared in amazement as she shivered slightly, pressing her thighs together even more.

"Cunt, do I need to remind you that you have already earned yourself a detention?  I would encourage you to pay attention to the lesson or I will be forced to punish you further!" Mr. Cole thundered, snapping me back to attention.

"Sorry, sir." I mumbled, but inside I was awash in confusion.  Was that other lady enjoying this?  Could it be that I wasn't the only one who was so sick as to be turned on by what they did to us?  My mind in turmoil, I struggled to focus as the teacher praised "mouth"'s lips.  He pushed her to her knees, sliding his fingers into her mouth and ordering her to suck on them while he lectured us.

"Your slutty little mouths are best used for sucking cock, and I think mouth here should give us a demonstration.  Pay close attention as there will be a test on this after recess."

"Recess?" I wondered as Mr. Cole unzipped his pants and pulled "mouth"'s head forward til her lips reached his partially hard cock.  I watched, fascinated, as she bathed him with her tongue, suckling on the head of his cock to get it hard and then deep throating his entire length, gagging and drooling as she did.  It was obvious that she had experience at this, and as I watched, I took note of the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, her tongue flicking the underside of his cock when he pulled it from her mouth.  It took only a few minutes for her to bring him to the brink of orgasm and when he grabbed the back of her head and brutally fucked her mouth til he came, I squirmed in my seat, aroused at the scene.  I stole a glance at "tits", and seeing her rapt expression, bit my lip against the tide of lust rising in me.  I looked back at the teacher just in time to see him wiping his cock on "mouth"'s blouse as she swallowed the last of his come, and I licked my lips, imagining myself in her place.

"Good girl." Mr. Cole said, patting her on the head condescendingly. " You may return to your seat."

"Mouth" sat back down and the teacher turned back to "tits", motioning her to the front of the class.  When she got there, he turned her towards us, standing behind her and reaching around to flick the binder clips on her nipples, making her groan slightly.

"Nice and sensitive, right tits?" he said, before yanking both clips off at once, producing a yelp from the poor girl.  He grabbed her breasts, kneading them harshly, and began to lecture us again.

"Notice how her nipples have become more sensitive and responsive.  Tits, hand me those scissors so I may show the class your nipples more clearly."

"Tits" picked up the scissors from the desk and then stood submissively as Mr. Cole pulled a tiny pinch of fabric away from her chest and snipped it off, leaving a small hole in the blouse.  When he let go, the fabric snapped back against her full breasts, the hole lining up perfectly with her swollen, red nipple, forcing the turgid flesh through the opening.  He repeated this with her other breast and then stepped back, admiring his work.  Her chest was heaving with her panting breaths and I couldn't stop the wave of arousal I felt at seeing her cherry red nipples peeking out from the ruined blouse.

"There, class, see how swollen these are?" He reached out and twisted one of them, causing the girl to moan.  "Very good, tits." he said, and then lifted a ruler from the desk.  "Hands behind your head, chest out.  We're going to demonstrate ways of making your nipples even more sensitive."

"Tits" shakily assumed the position he'd ordered and stared straight ahead, biting her lip.  Mr. Cole circled her once, slapping the ruler against his palm while assessing her before bringing the ruler up and slapping it down sharply on her left nipple.  She yelped, curving her back and leaning forward as if to protect herself, but straightened quickly and did not move her hands.  Mr. Cole nodded, and then swiftly brought the ruler down on her other nipple.  "Tits" gasped, but held position, and he began to rain blows down on her, striking her nipples with perfect accuracy.  "Tits" began to moan, her body shaking, her eyes rolling back in her head as he alternated between her left and right nipple, sometimes striking from above, and sometimes below.  Her breasts were bouncing with the blows, the heaving flesh straining against the confines of the blouse and the ropes, and when he hit her nipples square on from the front I flinched in sympathy as the force compressed her tits.

Mr. Cole continued to beat her nipples for another minute and then stopped, stepping forward to lightly pinch one of them.  "Tits" cried out, her hands fluttering behind her neck for a moment before she got ahold of herself, and the teacher smiled cruelly at her, twisting her poor bud.

"Class, see how her nipples are almost excruciatingly sensitive now?  Notice how they're swollen and red?  This is how we like to see them."

I glanced at the other ladies and noticed that they seemed as turned on as I did.  The implications of this were more than I could handle, aroused as I was, and I turned back to see the teacher removing the ropes and blouse from "tits", leaving her naked from the waist up.  He grabbed her breasts again, mauling them with his hands, and then leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth.  I watched her flinch as he bit down on it, her head tossing as she tried to cope with the pain, and when he let go and slapped the upturned peak with the palm of his hand I moaned, my pussy dripping as I imagined how she must be feeling.

Mr. Cole proceeded to beat her breasts with the ruler again, this time not aiming only for her nipples.  Each impact caused her tits to shake and bounce, the flesh jiggling in a way that made my pussy wet to watch.  Her tits were soon a mass of criss-crossed marks, red and sore looking, and she was crying out with every blow, her eyes wild and rolling.  When he finally stopped, she stood there, her knees shaking, her knuckles white where she gripped the back of her neck, her chest heaving with every breath.  Mr. Cole flipped up the front of her skirt, shoving her legs apart with his foot, and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, making her rise to her toes and let out a long, shrill cry.  I shivered, knowing how she must be feeling, and watched as he pulled his fingers out, glistening with her wetness, and presented them to her to be licked clean.  She stared at them for a moment, looking dazed, and then stuck her tongue out, meekly licking her own juices from his fingers as he turned to us.

"You see, class, how aroused she has become from this treatment of her tits.  This is how we know she is a slut."

"Tits" finished sucking his fingers and he let her go, her skirt falling back down to cover her soaked pussy.  I squirmed in my seat, feeling my own wetness pooling on the wooden chair, and watched avidly as he picked up another length of rope and began to secure it around "tits"'s chest.  This time, instead of simply cinching the upper and lower ropes together between her breasts, he began to wind it around each breast, tightening it until her tits stuck out like ballons, the red marks from the ruler standing out in sharp relief against the taught white skin, her swollen nipples looking as if they might burst.  By the time he was finished binding her, her breasts had begun to take on a slight blue tinge, and I winced as I thought of how sensitive they must be.

"Back to your seat, tits." he ordered, and she shakily returned to her desk.  I gulped, anxiety twisting in my gut as I looked up at the board, seeing the next word on the list.

"Cunt, get up here." said Mr. Cole, glaring at me.  I stood, my legs wobbling, and moved to the front of the classroom.

I stepped in front of Mr. Cole's desk, my eyes cast downwards, my breath already quickening as I waited for him to touch me.  He circled me first, eyeing me up and down with a disapproving air before moving to stand in front of me.

"Lift your skirt and spread your legs." he barked, and I jumped, hurrying to comply.  I could feel my face heating as I widened my stance, placing my feet shoulder-width apart and then slowly lifted my short little schoolgirl skirt.  I felt incredibly humiliated, knowing that not only were the other girls watching me, but those mysterious men on the other side of the smoked glass.  I squirmed under their imagined gaze, glancing up to see Mr. Cole appraising me, and tightened my grip on my skirt as a wave of lust went through me.  I knew I was wet, shamefully so, and I knew that they could all see it.

"So, little cunt, I see you are enjoying this lesson." he said, moving to stand behind me.  "Bend over and grab your ankles." he instructed, lifting the ruler from the desk and slapping it lightly against his palm.  I whimpered in fear but obeyed him, letting go of my skirt and bending at the waist til I could reach my ankles.  I wobbled slightly, put off balance by the awkward position, and then shrieked in pain as, with no warning, my pussy was struck by the ruler.  I felt as though it was on fire and it was only through sheeer force of will that I stayed on my feet, my knuckles white as I gripped my ankles and held on for dear life.  Mr. Cole brought his arm back and slapped my pussy again, the wooden ruler making an obscene squelching sound as it contacted my wet lips.  I wailed, arching my back against the pain, and gritted my teeth, wondering how many more blows I could stand.  Another strike came up between my legs, this one catching my clit, and I saw stars, my vision blurring.  I don't know how I didn't fall down but when I became aware of myself again I was still gripping my ankles, my swollen, abused pussy throbbing in pain and need, and Mr. Cole was standing in front of me, smirking.

"You see class, the same principle applies to the cunt.  We like to make it more sensitive.  Now, cunt, up on the desk.  On your back, knees spread."

I shakily moved toward the desk, tears running down my face, and clambered up.  The desk was wide enough that I could lie on it, my dripping pussy facing the classroom, my feet up on either corner, and my head just brushing the edge.  My hands fluttered uncertainly at my sides until Mr. Cole grabbed them and pulled them over my head, clipping my cuffs to the underside of the desk and effectively trapping me.  I stared down my body, looking at my classmates as they watched my open pussy, my arousal plainly visible.  I couldn't believe this was actually happening, and that I was actually turned on by it. 

Before I could think about it much more, Mr. Cole stepped up behind me and reached forward, pulling my skirt up til it rested on my stomach.  He grabbed a binder clip from the desk and held it in front of me, making sure I could see exactly what he was doing as he gripped one of my swollen labia and snapped the clip onto it, compressing the sensitive flesh.  I moaned, writhing on the desk, and watched as he repeated the procedure with my other pussy lip, snapping the clip down tight and tugging on it slightly.  I was so wet I was almost surprised when they stayed in place, and the feel of them on my pussy was incredible.

He then pulled a piece of twine from a desk drawer and looped it around my thigh before bringing it up and through the hole on the end of the clip.  With a little tension and some knots, soon both my pussy lips were spread wide, attached to my thighs by the binder clips, exposing my wet hole and swollen clit to the classroom.  I moaned as he leaned down and blew on my aching cunt, thrusting my hips upwards at the tickling sensation, hoping he would let me come.  Instead, he picked the ruler back up and slapped it straight down onto my exposed, vulnerable clit.

I screamed, arching my back off the desk and kicking my legs, the pain radiating from my pussy in waves of heat that turned to pleasure as they faded.  I was gasping, barely aware of his words as he lectured the class on the correct way to handle a slut's clit, and I moaned in pain and ecstasy as he grabbed that swollen little nub between his fingers and pinched it.  He stroked it with his finger, pushing the pain further away as I felt an orgasm brewing, and I stared out at the class, seeing the rapt faces of the other girls as they watched Mr. Cole abuse my poor pussy.

"As you girls know, your cunts are meant to be fucked, and fucked hard.  I prefer to fuck a cunt that is well sensitized, hence the spanking with the ruler.  I believe this little one needs a little more work before I fuck her, so we're going to demonstrate the effects of a vibrator."

I felt another gush of wetness at his words, my face flushing in shame as I realized that everyone could see it, and I swung my head to the side, too embarrassed to look at my classmates.  My eyes focused in on the large vibrating wand that Mr. Cole was pulling from a desk drawer and I whimpered, my legs involuntarily trying to close as I imagined it pressed against my wet folds.  Mr. Cole slapped the ruler against the inside of my thigh, growling "Spread them or I will tie you down." and I reluctantly complied, my gaze fixated on the vibrator that was now emitting a harsh buzzing sound as he lowered it to my glistening slit.  He reached down with his other hand and pulled back the hood of my clit, exposing that tiny red nub, and pressed the vibrator onto it.

The moment the vibrator made contact with my swollen clit, I shrieked, my back arching off the desk, my legs closing around it in agony.  The sensations were completely overwhelming, bordering on painful, and I writhed against it, crying out and begging him to stop.  He barked out a command of some sort and the door flew open, two men striding in and positioning themselves on either side of me, grabbing my legs and spreading me open.  I was sobbing, pleading with Mr. Cole to stop, to let me come, to fuck me, anything, just to end this torment.  He grabbed my pigtails in his hand, forcing my head up so I stared down my body, my legs spread wide, my hips pumping and squirming against the jackhammering of the vibrator, and I cried out as a painful, brutal orgasm hit me, my back arching til I thought it would snap.  Through a haze, I could see my classmates staring at me, their eyes glazed with lust, their nipples hard, and I howled in pained ecstasy as my pussy contracted, my clit throbbing against the vibrator.

Mr. Cole abruptly yanked the vibrator away, leaving me limp and drained, my red, puffy cunt on display for the class.  The orgasm had not been a satisfying one, and I felt empty and needy, with none of the usual glow I got from coming.  I  could feel tears running down my face, my breath coming in sharp little gasps, and when the men holding my legs let them go, they fell to the floor, my muscles too weak to control them.

"Bend her over the desk." snapped Mr. Cole, and I felt my wrists being released, my body being lifted from the desk.  I was turned and carried, then unceremoniously shoved forward, grunting as my hard nipples were pressed into the unyileding wood of the desk, my arms wrenched behind my back.  My legs were kicked apart, and I could feel Mr. Cole behind me, securing my wrists together.  He leaned over me to growl in my ear as he worked.

"I'm going to fuck you, young lady.  I'm going to fuck that disobedient little cunt of yours, and there is nothing you can do about it."

I felt his hands in my hair, each pigtail clenched in a fist, my head pulled backwards so I was forced to arch my back, and his hard cock probing against my spread open slit.  The binder clips were pinching my labia, tugging against the twine on my thighs, and the sensation of him sliding straight into my cunt with no resistance made me cry out, a gush of wetness flowing out to coat his cock.

"That's right, little slut." he grunted, shoving the rest of his cock into me.  I moaned, my fingers twisting helplessly behind my back as he used my pigtails to pull me even further onto his dick.  He began to fuck me, brutally and hard, with no care for my pleasure, and I was crying out with each thrust, my pussy spasming around his thick length.  My eyes were blurred with tears, but I could still make out the faces of the other girls, their cheeks flushed with arousal, their breasts heaving with heavy breaths.  I shuddered as Mr. Cole continued to slam into me, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts, my pussy gushing as I felt an orgasm creeping upwards, starting in the pit of my belly and radiating outwards.  I began to push back against him, straining against his hands in my hair, and he tightened his grip, arching my back further so his balls slapped against my clit with every punishing penetration of his hard cock.  The room was deadly silent, save for the obscene sounds of his flesh pounding into mine and my whimpering moans and I felt violated and humiliated, some little part of me feeding into the fantasy of it all, imagining myself being fucked on my teacher's desk.

"Please..." I moaned, so close to coming I was mad with the desire for it.  "Please, oh please sir, let me come."

My breath was coming in pants now, my words barely coherent, and I heard Mr. Cole give a strained chuckle, his cock jumping inside me as I spoke.

"Such a filthy little slut.  Alright, girl, come for me.  Come on my cock like the horny slut you are, show your classmates how a good little whore behaves for her teacher.  Come for me!"

His words sent me over the edge and I cried out, my pussy spasming around his cock, my hips bucking under his punishing thrusts.  My whole body felt like it was on fire, my orgasm consuming me and destroying me, melting me into a puddle on his desk.  I hung, limply, my body suspended by his grip on my hair as he pounded into me one last time and growled out his release, his cock swelling and twitching inside me as I felt his warm seed spraying the inside of my cunt.  He released my hair and my head fell to the desk, my flushed cheek pressed against the cool wood, my eyes drifting closed as a wave of shame swept over me.  How could I face those other women?  What would they think of me now?

"There, class.  See how a proper slut behaves when you treat her cunt correctly?" Mr. Cole said, his voice sounding remarkably unaffected by what had just happened.

"Now, I believe it is time for recess.  We'll continue our lessons afterwards.  Don't forget, you share your recess with the boys and I don't want to hear any more reports of you refusing to play nicely, or there will be detentions all around.  Dismissed."

I stared numbly up at him, trying to process his words.  Boys?  Recess?  He grinned down at me, his fingers creeping down to stroke my soaked pussy.  "Oh, little slut.  You're going to be quite the hit on the playground."