In my senior year of high school, I stupidly enrolled in a “Writing the Essay” college prep course. The class was comprised of four guys, counting myself, and six girls, all of us seniors. Our teacher, Mrs. Floyd, droned on wearing a stupid grin about what to expect our freshman year and how important these skills would be. I paid a third of attention, my focus divided between ogling at my female classmates and tinkering at a certain device under my desk.
My step-father worked at the NSA, and always kept his work squirreled away upstairs. By happenstance, I went to look for a pen in his office and stumbled across documents pertaining to radical sound research. I took a picture of the papers on my phone and disappeared into my room. The analytics described a device that could subliminally message a massive group of people. Using my relatively strong computer skills, I devised a smaller device that would work on a select group of people, say ten, but with greater effects.
Today I would test the device. I sat next to Lauren, a bookish brunette with shoulder-length hair and a sharp nose. Mrs. Floyd had streamed a boring movie for the class while she graded papers. The classroom itself rose three layers of desks, divided by a path in the middle. We sat at the top level, alone.
Lauren and I were friendly enough. I imputed the prerecorded message into the transmitter and set the range as close as the seat next to me. Pretty soon Lauren’s mentally would change to perfectly open and honestly, and for ease of access a little hornier. I pressed the button to little reaction, albeit her hand sliding closer to her crotch.
“Hey Lauren,” I whispered. “This movie sucks, right?”
“Totally,” she hissed back. “Be quiet though, I don’t want to get caught.”
I nodded understandingly. “Cool, but hey can I ask you something? How many cocks have you sucked?”
With zero remorse or pause, Lauren answered, “Oh, two. The first time was my second boyfriend, Caleb, which was fine. I didn’t go down too far and that was the only time he asked me. But last month Bryon invited me into the men’s bathroom. He pulled me into the stall and asked for a blowjob. He’s hot, so obviously, but I wasn’t expecting too extreme. He grabbed my hair and totally skullfucked me. Drool and precum were going everywhere, I nearly gagged. When I wasn’t looking, since my nose was pressed into his groin, he snapped a picture of me. He keeps threatening to send it around if I don’t suck him off again, but I don’t believe him.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” I told her. “He’s doing you a favor. Least you can do is choke on his dick every now and again.”
Lauren shrugged unconvincingly. “I don’t think I’m that good at it.” Her hand had wormed her way into her tights, and I saw her fingers moving in circles under the fabric.
I nudged my backpack over to her feet. “Here, take a look inside.” Lauren bent under the table and unzipped the bag. I had filled it to the prim with as many sex toys as I could find, from anal beads to zebra dildos.
A large pink suction dildo caught Lauren’s eye. She picked it up using two hands. “Ever use one of those before?”
“Never this big.”
I tugged on the edge of her leggings. “No one can see us up here. Why don’t you test it out?”
“Really?” Lauren’s face lighted up in gratitude. She silently slipped her thumbs into her leggings and pulled them down to her ankles. Her tan ass shivered in the cold. When she stood up to stick the dildo to her seat, anyone looking back would have seen her untrimmed bush peeking over the desk.
She pressed against the large tip and quietly gasped. “No sounds,” I commanded. She bit her lip, nodded, and moved closer and closer to the seat. She shimmied up and down every once and a while, adjusting to the pink intruder. I grabbed her thighs and gave her a final push down. She landed with a squelch from the wetness she left masturbating earlier.
I smirked watching her rise and fall, fucking her self next to me and behind all of her classmates. The device worked perfectly. “Lift up your shirt,” I whispered.
She pulled up her top, exposing her ample breasts into a boring white bra. Wanted to see how far I could get away with this, I took the scissors from her pencil case and sliced her bra off. Her nipples bounced out, perky in the cold classroom. With fifteen minutes left, I made a game of attaching as many stickers from her binder to her tits as possible.
Lauren vigorously rubbing her clit while bouncing on the dildo, silently cumming several times. Before the movie finished, I switched the device to the impromt-audio function and sent out two commands. Firstly, no one else in the class would register Lauren pleasuring herself back here, and secondly, Lauren wouldn’t stop unless specifically requested.
The lights went on. Students stretched. Lauren’s colorful boobs flopped around, her nipples clamped by black clips. No one paid heed to the sopping sounds of ass sticking to the seat. Mrs. Floyd allowed a five-minute break before reviewing their essays.
I stepped down and walked over to Mrs. Floyd’s station. “Great movie,” I lied.
“Glad you agree,” she responded bubbly. She was fresh out of grad school and stuck teaching us. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and covering her body was a simple black dress with a harder belt.
“Before we start going over our papers,” I began, subtly activating the device, “would it be possible to discuss the more practical sides of college life, such as how they approach new sexual experiences?”
Mrs. Floyd’s mind initially fought against the intrusion, but a quivering leg and awkward smile later, she agreed. Leaning against the whiteboard, I watched students return to their seats and Mrs. Floyd take center stage. I had my drive at the ready.
“Class, I wanted to briefly pause our earlier talk to broach the conversation of university social life. The next four years will be a time for self-discovery, either with your roommates, social clubs, or Greek life. I remember my first encounter at college. I was wasted at a frat party and ended up losing my skirt. The men surrounded me in a circle and watched me fuck one of the pledges like a complete animal.”
A brown hand shot up in the air. Jyotsna, a complete over-achiever who looked down on everyone after being accepted to Yale, quizzical looked at her teacher. “Mrs. Floyd, what are you talking about?”
I had anticipated this. Expanding the device’s range, I programmed everyone except Jyotsna to regard their teacher’s comments as completely normal. Mrs. Floyd hushed her student.
“As I was saying, there are several avenues for your exploration you can take. I can imagine several of you questioning your sexual identity. Others might find their appetites insatiable. Jyotsna, since you were so eager to raise your hand, can you tell me what running a train on you would be?”
**Perfect** I thought. I quickly modified Jyotsna’s confused, erratic mindset and readjusted her to her normal disposition: aggressively eager to please.
“Normally within the free use kink, an accurate description would be me allowing a series of men to fuck me, one at a time. Ideally, for me, the bottom participant, the line of men would feel endless, hence the name.”
“Very good,” I interrupted, taking control of the classroom. Jyotsna, an Indian senior with bushy black hair and a striking face, started to arouse herself with her own answer. “You mentioned free use?”
Jyotsna addressed me as though I was the teacher, although Master would be more specific. “It’s something I like to search online for porn. I love watching those public humiliation videos where the girl is stripped in the bar and abused.”
I gestured to space in the middle of the classroom. “Perhaps you would like to indulge us more?”
Mrs. Floyd stepped aside, biting her lip. Jyotsna marched down the steps and stood attentively. “My fantasy is to be tied up, completely bound with my arms behind my back and legs forced together. I want to be pushed to my knees and to suck cock. I want to be knocked down onto my face, ass in the air, and all of my holes violated,” she said proudly.
“Demonstrate how you want to be used. Why don’t you let everyone see your naked body?” I commanded.
Jyotsna nodded and practically ripped off her shirt. She dropped her jeans and panties, then kicked them all off with her shoes. While her breasts were not as large as Lauren’s punished tits, her ass was nice and round. She had a spot of black pubic hair above her pussy, but her asshole also had a ring of black hair around it. Jyotsna didn’t bother to shave.
Jyotsna spun around and bent over, flashing the entire classroom. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks, presenting her spread lips and ass. I commanded each person to speak competently honestly in my presence, she was no exception.
“This is my pussy and asshole. I rarely show this to anyone because no one is good enough for it. Because of my high standards, I don’t have sex enough which is why I’m such a bitch all the time. I live in an extremely conservative house, so I have to watch porn muted, very secretly. That doesn’t stop me from imagining being gangbanged by strange men.”
After that, she licked her fingers on her right hand thoroughly. She went between her legs and stuffed three fingers into her soaking pussy. She gasped and vigorously performed for the class. Two of my classmates were publicly masturbating, but only one was receiving all the attention. Jyotsna even went as far as to prod her asshole with her left thumb. She whined, begging to be abused.
“Impressive,” applauded Mrs. Floyd as I felt up her breasts. Just as Jyotsna was about to orgasm, I commanded her to stop. Still naked, I made her walk over to me and kneel. Nothing felt better than having the Indian bitch in her place, and I almost shoved my dick down her throat right there. Instead, I lifted up Mrs. Floyd’s dress and tore off her panties. I guided Jyotsna under her legs and pressed her mouth between Mrs. Floyd’s holes. “But I’m not gay-“ said Jyotsna before I dropped the black dress. All that was visible were her tiny brown feet, but by Mrs. Floyd’s reactions, Jyotsna’s tongue was put to good use.
“Excellent. Why don’t we have someone else come down and reveal a little bit about themselves? Ellie, why don’t you go next?” I asked.
Despite being the star striker on our women’s volleyball team, the tall ginger oozed awkwardness. Wearing her green and white uniform in perpetration for a later game, she sidestepped around the chairs and classmates.
I gave her left breast a small pinch and pulled the right one out of her top. “Did that make you horny?” I asked her. She sheepishly nodded. “What was your favorite part of Jyotsna’s presentation?”
Ellie hung her head. “When she fingered her ass?”
“Really? Do you like anal?”
Ellie pursed her lips. “I never tried. I hadn’t considered it till… well you saw.”
I nodded. “Is your butt tight?” Ellie shrugged. “Why don’t we find out?”
Ellie exhaled and pulled her gym shorts over her fit ass, her powerful muscles on display in the small amount we could see (although her uniform left nothing to the imagination). “Is this enough?”
“Turn around.” Ellie turned her butt to the stands, placing her hands on the whiteboard ledge. Applying pressure to her back, she made her body precisely perpendicular. I inserted my finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, unsure of what to do.
I applied her spit to the ring of her rectum, then went in for extra lubrication on her pussy. The curtains matched the drapes. With some effort, I inserted my middle finger up to the first digit. “How’s that feel?”
“Not bad,” she admitted. “I could handle more.”
A grin grew on my face, imagining a fitting punishment not for Ellie but for her cruel nihilist of a step-sister, Chris. I shouted up to Lauren, “Could you search my bag for those grey beads please?”
Lauren obeyed, but unable to stop fucking the dildo gripped the sides of her chair as she bent over. After a minute where Lauren fumbled to keep pleasuring herself, she tossed me an impressive chain of seven anal beads.
“Chris,” I said without looking. “Join me.”
Chris loudly groaned and clomped down. Her extremely short amber hair was gelled down stylishly, a small Clark Kent swirl on her forehead. She wore a cheap leather jacket and pre-ripped jeans. Since we’d known each other, she had been a constant thorn in my side, spreading rumors about my friends. Granted, she had none but it was probably intentional. The loner huffed again.
I handed her the anal beads. “Your sister wants to be an anal slut. Help educate her.”
“Bring any lube?” she asked.
“Be resourceful.”
Chris was unfazed, however, and without delay put the smallest of the beads in her mouth, coating it with her saliva. She dipped the entire length down her throat, barely hanging on the ring at the end. She then spat on her fingers and without hesitation or build-up started rubbing them on her sister’s exposed asshole. She added more spit and began to finger Ellie’s butt to lube her up inside. Ellie made a small squeak and blushed.
Satisfied that she’d prepped Ellie’s anus as best she could, Chris slowly inserted the first bead. It was quickly and easily swallowed by Ellie’s ass, causing her only minor discomfort and no pain. The second bead, though slightly larger, was painless as well. Ellie glanced back at Chris’s apathetic face, then to me. I caught a subtle grin on her face.
The fourth bead was where Ellie started having trouble. The difficulty Chris encountered was that now with three beads up Ellie’s ass, Chris couldn’t simply spit or lick the beads. Chris squatted down and dragged her tongue across Ellie’s rectum, making her shiver. Chris then opened her mouth and sucked the exposed chain if beads, puckering her mouth around the fourth bead giving Ellie a prevented kiss. Chris braced herself around Ellie’s thighs and leaned into the bead. Eventually, the next ball entered.
Ellie panted heavily, her eyes crossed staring blankly ahead of her. Each bead after the fourth sent a massive shock up her back and caused her pussy to grow increasingly wet. Chris used this to her advantage.
The sixth bead was a real challenge. Even adding more spit, Chris’s first several tries were unsuccessful and caused Ellie to inadvertently yelp in pain. Chris ignored her sister’s pleas for mercy and continued to push, leaving a large red handprint on Ellie’s pale butt. When the large sphere finally popped inside her, it pushed the others deeper, past the inner-ring of her sphincter.
Alas, there was still one more bead on the strand, and it was by far the largest. Chris was sucking and spitting on it, trying to get it as wet as possible for the tight squeeze ahead. When she pressed it against Ellie’s asshole, Ellie felt like she’d backed into a doorknob.
Again, Chris swallowed the anal bead jutting out. She loudly sucked as I walk around her. I pushed her head further between Ellie’s cheeks. Ellie groaned, but that quickly transformed into cooing at Chris’s Rimjob treatment.
I ripped down Chris’s pants and dragged my finger’s across her wet black panties. Her underwear was completely soaked. I massaged her clit and whispered, ”no reaction? Clearly, this gets you off. Well, from now on the only way you’ll have the best orgasms of your life is this position right here.” Chris rolled her eyes, but her thighs squeezed closer together.
Chris twisted it slightly as she pushed, creating a corkscrew motion with the other beads inside Ellie and making her squirm. Slowly, painfully and with plenty of her sister’s saliva, Ellie’s ass started to accept the thick ball. The 3-inch bead finally pushed past the tipping point and slid inside her to join the others.
Ellie awkwardly stood up, the little grey ring sticking out between her clenched cheeks. I gave her a sharp spank. She jumped, then danced her fingers around her clit. ”Thanks Chris, ” she moaned.
”Do you want to cum?” I asked Ellie. She nodded eagerly, leaning back against the wall, knees buckling. Her fingers dove inside her, rubbing against the toy lodged in her asshole.
”Lauren, come down here and crawl next to Chris.” Lauren removed her shirt and was now completely naked. She firmly placed her dildo snug between her thighs and waddled down next to Chris.
Chris sat there with a scowl on her face. ”I think the sisters should bond over their shared sexuality. Help her out, Lauren, and you will have a fantastic orgasm. How about you, Mrs. Floyd?”
My teacher practically sat on the hidden Jyotsna, grinding her crotch onto the poor girl. She nodded, brutally smacking the Indian’s tits.
The girls and boys in the audience watched intrigued as hypnotized slaves reached orgasm. Ellie had four fingers inside her pussy, and lightly pulled on the anal toy for additional pleasure. Lauren picked up where I left off, massaging Chris’s clit. Chris’s mind was strong and would not give me the overt pleasure of moaning, but her clenched jaw and drool we’re evident. She floated her hand over to Lauren’s and joined in pumping the dildo into her classmate.
In a symphony of feminine moans, Mrs. Floyd came and released the sweaty Jyotsna from her moist prison. Lauren and Chris came together, but the lone wolf was distracted by her own sister squirting onto her face. I let the slaves catch their breath.
I patted Ellie’s head. ”Keep the beads in. What a performance! I feel like we need to keep track of all the orgasms. Anyone have a sharpie?”
Hanna raised her hand. She was a short, curvy Japanese student with a shapely bust and round legs. It made sense she would have a sharpie, being the popular school politician on the Model UN team. I extra pleased she did, given her melons.
”Take off your shirt, and make a tally for every orgasm on your tits. Lauren, how many times did you cum before?” Lauren raised two fingers and resumed fucking herself. Chris watched, dripping and perplexed.
Hanna removed her polo and bra. She drew six black lines on her chest. I turned back to Lauren. “Lauren, what was it that you wish to improve your skills at?”
“Blowjobs,” she said, grinding her wet slit against a disturbed Chris.
We still had three guys and one lady left unattended in the classroom, Dylan, Howard, Neil, and Meghan. I had the three men stand attentive staff the steps while Meghan brought down my goody bag. I stuck six dildos to the wall.
“We’re going to have a contest to see who can suck cock the best. The men will be our arbiters while Mrs. Taylor will be the final judge. Each one of you whores will choose a toy and pleasure it like it was the tastiest thing you ever saw. Dylan, you’ll watch the Jyotsna and Meghan, Hanna and Lauren for Howard, and the sisters for Neil. Ready?”
Each girl got on their haunches and crawled into position. I was curious to see who had the most experience out of the group. “Go!”
The slaves sped into action, placing their mouths around the phalluses. The men stroked their cocks watching their classmates. I allowed it but prevented them from cumming.
Jyotsna sucked like a pornstar, imitating the videos she watched in her closet. She darted up and down the shaft, even lifting up the cock to lap at the plastic balls. She shoved the dick in her mouth sideways, jutting into her cheek.
Meghan, fully clothed, earnestly attempted to suck the cock in front of her. Dylan jerked his own dick listening to the strained grunts she made, spit dribbling down her flannel.
Hanna’s breasts swung like utters. Desperate to please, the Asian girl sucked off more than she could manage. She gagged, a visible bulge in her throat, but endured to keep sucking.
Lauren was spit-roasting herself. Using her free hand to push the dildo into her snatch, her body was off balance. I pushed down on the dildo with my foot. Her head bumped against the wall as she choked on the cock.
Ellie clearly had less experience than anyone. The athletic girl only made little licks and didn’t venture past the tip. The grey ring sticking out of her butt wiggled as she jealously looked at her sister.
Chris instantly planted her lips to the base of the dildo. Breathing through her nose, she seamlessly moved from the balls to the tip, and back again, humming to herself.
I placed the sharpie and scissors in Mrs. Floyd’s hands. “Alright, Dylan, who do you think is doing a better job?”
Dylan answered, “Jyotsna. She really looks eager to please as many dicks as she can.”
Mrs. Floyd wrote a large red A on Jyotsna’s ass. As for her competitor, the teacher cut a hole through the crotch of Meghan’s jeans. She received a failing F.
I asked Howard next. “The debate girl. Lauren’s too distracted getting it in both ends.”
Again, Mrs. Floyd cut out the crotch of Hanna’s pants but awarded the student an A. She wrote an F on Lauren, and in parenthesis added Greedy.
“No contest,” responded Neil. Ellie frowned, and Chris earned the first A in her academic career probably.
I clapped my hands. “Alright ladies, relinquish the cocks. Looks like we have a Biggest Whore Contest on our hands. Three winners, three losers, and three men with their dicks out who haven’t cum yet. Winners take their dicks. Losers, meet me behind them.”
The men dropped trow and the winners took their places. Jyotsna looked hungry, Hanna appeared woozy at Howard’s size, and Chris kept her apathetic look.
I had the losers face the men’s asses. “While they suck, you girls are going to rim.”
“Rim?” asked Ellie. I squished her cheeks, forcing her tongue out of her mouth, then took her orange hair and shoved her face between Neil’s cheeks. Her first Rimjob was the starting gun, and the second round of the contest commenced.
I stepped back to join Mrs. Floyd lustfully looking at her students. “Don’t think you’re off the hook. It’s time for your teacher’s evaluation.”
I lifted the black dress over her head. I could see Jyotsna’s lipstick stains all over Mrs. Floyd’s crotch. I removed her panties, soaking up her excess fluids in the fabric. I braced her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with her underwear. “I’m feeling lazy. I want you to fuck me back and tell me about the last time you had sex.”
Arms together, Mrs. Floyd fumbled blindly for my cock. She grabbed it with both hands and positioned it in front of her slit. She edged back, my pelvis resting on her ample butt. She grooved back and forth, shaky her lower back as she reinserted my dick. I slapped her hand away from her clit.
“The last time I got fucked like this was a week ago with my boyfriend. He surprised me in the shower, so I sucked him off. He lifted me over to the bed and bent my legs behind my head.”
I took Mrs. Floyd’s phone and started taking pictures of my dick penetrating her cunt. I sent a few to one of her contacts Debbie, a random friend. For the kicker I flipped up her new veil and snapped a picture of her mascara run face, her tongue hanging out. She could deal with the ramifications tomorrow.
I turned my focus to the contest. Although Jyotsna desperately strived to make Dylan cum, giving her forearms a thorough workout, Dylan seemed more interested in the treatment he was receiving in the back. It turned out Meghan loved eating ass. I heard her gasp and sniff, Dylan’s balls hitting her chin. She worked her tongue deep into his asshole. Jyotsna redoubled her efforts.
Howard aggressively plowed into Hanna’s mouth, venting his repressed anger at the popular girl. Hanna took this abuse rather well, albeit massive globs of spittle leaking down her chest. Her face grew tomato red. Lauren happily licked Howard’s ass, able to sit on the floor and stabilizing her sex toy.
Ellie retched each time she had to slide her tongue across the ass in front of here. She would lean back and glare openly at her sister. Chris moved like a pro, aggressively stroking Neil for a minute, then slamming her head down to his base. Her nose buried itself in his public hair, her tongue massaging his cock.
Neil moaned and gripped whatever parts of Chris’s hair he could. His hips surged forward. Chris braced as Neil shot his cum down her throat, filling her mouth. He pulled out his cock. Chris leaned her head back and gurgled his sperm.
“Looks like we have a winner. Don’t swallow,” I ordered.
Jyotsna pouted, coming in at a close second. While she scowled at Chris, Dylan came, spraying her face. She quickly turned back and tried to catch as much seed as she could. Meghan continued to eat ass.
Howard seized Hanna by the ears and came last. Tears streaked down the girl’s face. When he finished, Hanna’s cheeks were swelled up like a chipmunk.
I withdrew my cock from Mrs. Floyd’s snatch and covered her naked back with my cum. I fully removed her dress and let her recover. “Go over to your students and accept their cum.”
Mrs. Floyd wiped the tears from her eyes and went to the aid of Hanna first. Meeting her lips, Mrs. Floyd gradually opened Hanna’s mouth. A steady stream of white goo fell from her mouth into her teacher’s. Mrs. Floyd worked her tongue into Hanna’s mouth searching for more sperm, but this escalated into a french kiss for the two.
Mrs. Floyd licked Jyotsna’s brown skin clean. She clawed at her perky black nipples. In an act of revenge, Jyotsna spat any cum left in her mouth at Mrs. Floyd’s face. She grinned, smearing the sperm over her tormentor’s face.
Chris waited patiently for Mrs. Floyd. She bubbles up the spear to her lips and passed it onto her teacher predictably. Nothing had managed to cause her to lose the apathetic frown on her face. I wanted to change that.
Mrs. Floyd swallowed each of her student’s orgasms. Hanna added four more tally marks to her chest. “Looks like you’re the big winner, Chris. Get your prize by dropping yourself over that chair.
Mrs. Floyd had a swivel chair in the classroom. Chris sat reverse on the chair, placing her legs under the back of the chair. I used my secret ingredient for this final debasement, hoping to break Chris’s mind: duct tape.
I bound her hands and feet together, uncomfortably wrapping around the chair. Her flat chest uncovered I removed the black clips from Lauren’s nipples. Her constant state of arousal distracted her from the pain.
I clamped down on Chris’s nipples, eliciting a soft grunt. I attached a fishing line to the hoops and tied the other end around the front chair wheel. This treatment stretched Chris’s nipples. “Maybe we’ll give you some actual tits,” I joked.
Boldly, I used my device to modify Chris’s mind-state. Although she would still obey my commands, her mind was now operating normally. “You’re a sick fuck,” she bit.
“Which part, the anal beads or the contest?” I rhetorically asked. “You’re the biggest whore here, congratulations. Now, I’m going to let every girl here ream you out with a giant strap on. I hope you enjoy it as much as they will.”
Chris looked away from me. “Do your worst.”
I called up Jyotsna first. The teacher’s pet was already bitter over losing the top placement to Chris in this perverted class assignment. Jyotsna climbed into the harness and attached the massive, black studded dildo. Before I unleashed Jyotsna, I took a single piece of tape and covered up Chris’s snatch. Her eyes went wide, realizing the implication.
Jyotsna practically ran and jumped onto Chris. In a single thrust, she inserted half of the dick into Chris’s semi-lubricated ass. Chris, not wanting to give me the satisfaction, clenched her jaw and shut her eyes. Jyotsna rocked her against the chain, the fishing line tanging at each thrust.
Jyotsna taunted, “You think you’re so badass, Huh? I bet you take a cock up your ass three times a day. My ass is nice and tight because I’m a pure, good girl, unlike this dripping slut!”
Jyotsna interchangeably spanked Chris’s white ass cheeks, leaving burning red prints. I left Chris in Jyotsna’s capable hands.
I had left the guys standing idle with their dicks still hard. Meghan lounged in front of them. She had wavy brown hair, a small pointy nose, and large teeth. She was the artsy one in the class, constantly doodling in her journal, but also annoying goofed off routinely with weird noises. I decided to play into that.
I commanded Meghan, “from now on, you will deprive yourself by acting like a bitch in heat. Any time a person fucks you, you will devolve into an utter animal. I know you live on a farm, so feel free to repeat what you hear.”
I directed my attention to the guys. “Each of you needs to fill each of her three holes with cum. Rip her clothes, pull her hair, you’ll need to be rough cause she’s gonna buck like crazy.” I handed them my bag of tricks to help.
Howard laid down on the ground, his cock pointing to the ceiling. Meghan dropped to her hands and knees and sniffed his crotch. Her tongue-wagging, she lapped at his precum. Meghan scooted up and mounted herself through the hole in her pants. Her right cunt squeezed the cock inside of her. She vocalized her dumb lust through lustful barks.
“Woof! Arf! Arf! MnMNF!”
Noel silenced their fuckpet with a duck in the mouth. She wrapped her right hand around Dylan’s member and pulled him closer. Crossing swords, the two students fit both their cocks into Meghan’s smiling mouth. Meghan alternated barks and yips with unintelligible moans through the cock in her mouth.
Jyotsna was using Chris’s arms as handles, reaming deeper and deeper into Chris’s asshole. Ellie watched nearby, rubbing her slit subtly and playing with her ring. I eased Jyotsna out of Ellie and pointed at her teacher. “69!”
She removed her strap and laid down on the floor. Mrs. Floyd brought herself down upon her student for the second round of pussy eating, but this time she would return the favor.
Chris’s asshole was left visibly gaping. I finally gave Lauren permission to stop fucking herself. She stepped into the strap and filled Chris’s vacant hole. Ellie masturbating grew more zealous.
I was distracted by the strange sounds of mooing. The guys had reshuffled around Meghan after Howard had deposited in her cunt. Meghan’s shirt was tattered. Neil had taken Howard’s place beneath their new cowslut, but while Howard cleaned his dick in Meghan’s mouth Dylan inserted himself into Meghan’s tight virgin asshole. Meghan mooed happily away, Neil sucking on her teats.
Hanna oversaw the ferocious foursome, dutifully tallying each orgasm on her chest. I sat down next to her. “I can’t remember, have I asked you what your dirtiest sex story was?”
“Nope.” Hanna drew another two marks on her boob when Dylan injected his sperm into Meghan’s ass. He pulled out, a creamy substance leaking out of her butt, and switched places with Howard. Meghan found a new love in tasting her own asshole.
“I could tell you about the time I used a Gloryhole?” offered Hanna.
I raised a brow. “Sounds good, but while you do I’m going to jerked myself off.”
Hanna nodded contently. “During one of my away Model UN meets, I ended up walking around the convention center at night looking for food. The pizza place I chose was right next to a sex store. I went in and started browsing the vintage DVD section for a laugh, but I was totally aroused by the rougher selections. The owner picked up on this and invited me into the backroom for a special treatment. I followed him into a small black room full of holes. The owner said I could make money serving the five clients he had backed up. After he locked the door, the first sickly penis snaked through the hole. It tasted disgusting, and each one was worse than the last, but I couldn’t help myself. I drank a gallon of putrid cum that night and guiltily loved it.”
“Push your breasts together.” Hanna did as she was told, catching my sperm in a cleavage puddle. I checked the time. If I wanted to follow through on my idea for Hanna, I needed to operate fast.
I walked past Neil and Meghan. The boys had contained the cum in Meghan’s ass with a horsetail buttplug. Wearing a makeshift bridle, Meghan arched her back and buckled against Neil, riding her hard.
“Sorry, we need to cut in line,” I said. I nudged Lauren aside. Instead of using the strap, I helped Hanna guide her entire fist into Chris’s ass. I wrote down a short explanation for Hanna’s future actions in paper and grabbed a gimp mask.
I made Lauren hand Meghan the strap. Dylan and Howard helped her put it on, then with Neil still inside walked her over to the exhausted Chris. At Neil’s thrusting suggestion, Meghan bluntly engaged in anal sex with Chris, adopting a new personality.
“Oink, oink!” Neil reached for Meghan’s nose and pulled them back. The lucky Pierre had a matching piggy nose.
Unclear of how the device would operate, I made a gamble and hid it in the room so as not to disturb the subliminal messaging range. I wanted to walk through the halls with a topless Hanna. Meekly she agreed, a twinkle in her eye looking at the gimp mask.
I moved fast, knowing there wasn’t much time left in the day. The weight training class would be let back to the locker room shortly, where I hoped to infiltrate with Hanna. I located an empty locker. I bound her knees and thighs together similar to Chris, but I place her hands comfortably in front of her.
I helped Hanna squeeze into the locker. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun,” I told her, obscuring her identity with the gimp mask. I gently inserted her precious sharpie into her pussy.
I stuck my note to her cum-stained chest and snuck back to class:
“Dear Last Period Weight Training Class. I wanted to give you all a nice pick-me-Io after exercising. Please use my mouth for your wishes. My only request is anyone who uses me writes their name across my body. Thanks!”
Returning to my class, things devolved even further. Neil had fed Jyotsna her essay, soaked in cum. Mrs. Floyd had started her own bukkakke session, egged on by Lauren’s manipulation of Howard and Dylan. Meghan the rutting fuckpig had actually climbed on top of Chris for deep penetration.
Chris still wouldn’t yield. Her runny face would not moan, gasp, or purr. I know she wanted to curse me, but couldn’t through her clenched jaw. I called off Meghan. She crawled on the floor, whining for someone to mount her.
In the corner playing with herself was my favorite clumsy athlete. I personally brought over the strap for Ellie. She secured the dildo and walked over to Chris’s. Although Chris wouldn’t show her pleasure, her sapped energy was obvious. She hung her head and didn’t notice her step-sister slowly easing her cock inside.
Ellie awkwardly seesawed in and out, unsure of how to operate. Her tight shoulders and fumbling hands showed me she still needed to unlock her inner deviant. I remember how she glared at her sister during the contest.
I whispered in her ear, “I want you to remember every game you’ve lost, every rude comment, and every single time Chris was mean to you. I want you to remember how she rejected your friendship and cut you off.”
Ellie placed her hands on Chris’s sides and gradually increased her speed and power. Chris looked back, nervous.
“She’s a bully, she’s a bitch. She always made you feel like the weakest sister, even though you towered over her. You were the successful volleyball star, and she was just the stoner out back.”
Ellie bit her upper lip. I saw her asscheeks clench, her muscles tightening. She rammed into Chris’s ass like a mechanical hammer. Chris winced. Her mouth finally opened, but no noise came out. She winced, her mouth forming a pathetic O. Ellie reached for Chris’s head and pulled back. The strings connecting Chris’s tits to the chair painfully tightened.
“No, wait…” Chris weakly moaned.
I wrapped my finger around the anal bead ring. “Make her your bitch,” I ordered, and I yanked the entire toy out of her ass. Both sisters cried out in ecstasy. Chris’s mind finally broke under pressure. Chris screamed so loudly Ellie had to put her hand over her mouth.
“Shut up and take it, bitch,” she said, grunting with pleasure. With one final plunge, she drilled it deep inside her. Now she wanted to hear Chris scream, so she grabbed her chest, using her little titties as leverage, and began fucking her in the ass with everything he had. “Scream all you want, bitch. Nobody can hear you.”
I took one final picture on Chris’s phone of Ellie balls deep in her ass. Chris collapsed in an orgasmic coma. I changed her home screen photo to the same picture.
Ellie slowed but continued to fuck Chris. On my tiptoes, I drew her in for a sloppy kiss. With only a few minutes left before the day was over, I commanded everyone to reset the room.
They redressed, the girls covered in dry cum. I ingrained a code in each of their heads where no one would remember the details of today unless I referred it to them. Neil let Meghan borrow his jacket to cover up the hole in her pants. For that kindness I allowed him to quickly fuck her in the ass. Meghan purred.
Going to adjust her uniform, Ellie reinserted her new anal beads for her continued training. Horny, she kissed me again. I reached around and felt at the ring under Ellie’s pants. As for Chris, I cut her loose and returned her phone. I had enough blackmail material to see her again without the device.
In the seconds before the bell rang, I added another lasting message to my classmates’ brains. The trial run of the machine had been a thrilling success. I walked Ellie to the gym and wished her luck during the game.
I found Hanna where I left her. The note and a jockstrap were shoved in her mouth. Her entire body was covered head to toe in giant globs of semen. Her bonds had been removed from her body, yet she remained in the locker. “I guess you were the biggest whore after all,” I told her.
“It’s news to me too,” she gasped.
The school year broke for spring break a week later. At that time, I tried to keep up with my classmates’ exploits. Jyotsna had been spotted by the library, per usual, only this time it was between the dumpsters poorly imitating what I had inflicted upon Chris. Absolute try-hard.
In my other classes I had with Lauren, I swore I saw a circular outline bulging from her pants. My theories were true when I ran into Caleb double-penetrating her with it.
Meghan was still annoying. However, it was a pleasant noise to walk by the art studios and hear the sound of a braying donkey. The device might have worked too strongly on her mind, as routinely she forgot to clean the cum off her face.
Hanna and I became fairly close friends after our session. She installed her private Gloryhole in the men’s locker where she made a killing drinking sperm. At my hypnotic suggestion, she began using part of her funds to tattoo the name of every single person she’d have sex with on her body, starting at her butt cheeks. She was bitter to go on spring break and a having to put her business and Model UN on hold. She offered to come over and be the third in a threesome with my new girlfriend, should I be interested.
Ellie and I started dating each other, but behind closed doors, she referred to me as her Anal Coach. Ellie was fit and gullible, and I convinced her to modify her stationary bike exercise by sitting on a certain studded dildo. Chris didn’t entirely approve of our relationship, but I always threatened to release the Beast on her should she protest. Besides, I wasn’t finished with her training either. Not by a long shot…
(I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! If you have any suggestions or would like to see further humiliations for characters, let me know in the comments. Thanks!)
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