Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 4] (MF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 4

Isabella used her favourite scrunchie to tie her hair into a high ponytail and sprayed a bit of perfume on her collarbone and wrists, all whilst taking deep, measured breaths. It was her pre-exam ritual – a bit silly, she admitted, but it always helped to calm her nerves before a big assessment. Today, she wasn’t anxious about the final exam – she was guaranteed a High Distinction even if the pages were completely blank.

Professor Tasgonne had texted her the previous night, instructing her to arrive at the exam hall half an hour early, and to wear a skirt without any underwear. He also instructed her to stuff her own ass with the opal-jewelled butt plug before leaving her dorm – a task which she had regretfully procrastinated until the last moment. Isabella was on all fours on her bed, one arm reached behind at an awkward angle, pushing the cold metal against her uncooperative asshole. She glanced nervously at the ticking clock: 40 minutes until the exam. More terrified of the consequences of being late than tearing her back entrance, Isabella gritted her teeth and pushed until her sphincter finally stretched wide enough for the plug to fully embed itself in her tight, warm hole. She paused for a moment and shifted uncomfortably, waiting for the cold metal to warm itself in her body. Then she ran across campus to the exam hall, with her short skirt flapping in the wind and the jewelled base of the butt plug winking in the sunlight.

8:30am. Half an hour until the exam. Isabella sighed with relief – one thing Professor Tasgonne would not punish her for. She smoothed her ponytail and adjusted the back of her skirt, covering the butt plug which was nestled between her bare ass cheeks.

“Come in. Close the door behind you.”

Isabella entered the exam hall and gazed warily at the rows and rows of empty desks, trying to predict what kind of torture Professor Tasgonne had devised. He was standing near the exam invigilator’s desk and motioned for her to come. There was something so intensely authoritative about the professor’s voice, in his movements, that Isabella felt compelled to obey his every command.

“Get up on the table. On your knees, slut. Bend over and show me that filled ass.”

Isabella did as she was told, clambering onto the table and flipping up her skirt to reveal the huge toy embedded in her tight anus. Professor Tasgonne rubbed his rough, calloused hands over her smooth ass and thighs – a casual spank here and there, not painful, just to show he had complete ownership of her body. He turned his attention to the butt plug, pressing the base with his thumb although the toy could go no deeper. Isabella cringed with every ounce of pressure that the professor applied.

“Push the plug out. No hands – use that worthless asshole.”

Isabella tensed and squeezed, and gradually, more of the toy emerged from her hole. The muscles around her anal ring stretched and throbbed with the effort as she whimpered in pain. Just when the plug was about to pop free, the professor used his palm to brutally shove the toy back inside. Isabella yelped and jerked forward on the table – her efforts wasted and the plug back where it was.

“Again.”

This cruel game went on for a few minutes, but to Isabella it felt like hours. She would push, her sphincter straining to stretch over the girthiest part, until the plug was almost free – only to have it violently re-inserted by the professor. Isabella felt like a perverted modern-day Sisyphus, doomed to repeat this torturous exercise for eternity.

8:45am. Fifteen minutes until the exam. Professor Tasgonne used the heel of his palm to force the butt plug back inside Isabella’s tired, abused asshole one more time.

“It’s almost time for the exam – your classmates will be here soon. Quick, find your seat.”

Isabella weaved through the rows of desks until she found the one with her student ID taped to the corner. Stuck to the middle of her chair was a giant, studded dildo with a suction cup base. It was so obscenely large that it looked almost comical – the squishy purple dick was over 40cm long and very wide – a skyscraper proudly erecting itself from her seat. Isabella’s soft lips formed a perfect ‘O’ in shock.

“Waah? I can’t fit this inside me – it’s too big. I won’t be able to focus on the –”

“Unless you want to be gangbanged for twelve hours straight and have all your useless holes ruined and permanently oozing cum, you’ll stuff that dildo into your greedy cunt right now. Better hurry – your classmates are lining up outside,” Professor Tasgonne smirked from across the exam hall.

Isabella gingerly straddled the chair. Despite being on her tip-toes, the bulbous head of the giant dildo was already pushing at the entrance of her pussy. Using two fingers, she parted her delicate labia and allowed the monstrous toy to ease into her tight channel. The professor watched from the front of the hall, his cock stiffening with lust and satisfaction as more of the cock sank into Isabella’s cunt, stretching her hole impossibly wide. Her pained groans echoed around the empty hall. The sheer effort of impaling herself on the purple beast caused her to sweat and her legs to tremble. Only three-quarters of the cock had disappeared – the rest was still suctioned to the chair and jutting out of her sore, throbbing pussy. Her soft pink pussy lips had turned almost white from being stretched around the ridiculously large dildo.

After enjoying a few more minutes of Isabella struggling and panting, Professor Tasgonne strolled over to where Isabella was mounted on the giant cock. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders – and pushed downwards. With his weight pressing down, Isabella’s pussy was forced to stretch and swallow the dildo – which was no easy feat as the purple cock grew much wider towards the base. Inch by inch, the toy disappeared into her cunt, until her ass finally touched the seat. Tears bloomed in Isabella’s eyes and she whimpered in pain.

“Time to let your classmates in. Exam’s starting.”

The clock at the front of the exam hall ticked along steadily. An hour had passed, two hours to go. Students had their heads down, pens moving furiously across the paper, wishing that time would slow down. For Isabella, it was the opposite. In agony, she watched the second-hand of the clock drag itself around – tick, tick, tick. She tried to stay incredibly still, since every slight movement jolted the dildo and magnified the sensation in her stuffed hole. Then, there was a low humming deep inside her pussy. The giant dildo had started vibrating and it made Isabella’s entire body tingle. She looked to the front of the exam hall and spotted Professor Tasgonne with a small remote in his hand and a sadistic grin on his face. His thumb flicked the controls and the vibrations intensified. Isabella covered her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from calling out. She blushed madly and lowered her head, worried the other students would notice the buzzing. But her classmates were deep in concentration. The pens kept scribbling.

Isabella’s skirt was soaked and her seat slick with juices after an hour of the dildo vibrating inside her body. The vibrations travelled through the wall separating her pussy and asshole, causing the metal butt plug to vibrate as well. The sensation of being completely filled, along with the intense and relentless vibrations, were almost too much for Isabella to handle – she desperately fought against the need to cum. She tried to catch Professor Tasgonne’s eye to silently beg for release, but he was preoccupied with the little remote, turning the vibrations high and low, high and low.

“Pens down, everyone. The exam is over.”

The students cheered. Isabella rested her forehead on her blank exam paper, hoping, wishing, praying for her ordeal to be over too.

Very soon after, Isabella and Professor Tasgonne were alone once again – the other students had been eager to start their winter break and streamed out of the hall, not noticing the pretty girl still strapped to her desk.

“Please sir, may I cum?” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

Professor Tasgonne turned the vibrations to their maximum strength and watched Isabella’s back arch and legs kick as the intense sensations flooded her body. “Good, you’re learning. Yes, cum for me slut.”

Isabella threw her head back. Her body trembled violently. Her legs butterflied open and shut. Her moaning filled the hollow hall.

Isabella collapsed on her desk, breathing hard. Professor Tasgonne picked up her limp body from under her arms, and pulled her stretched, worn pussy off the giant dildo. Her gaping cunt squelched and quivered as the dildo eased out, inch by inch. The studded cock was still securely suctioned to the seat, and it wobbled when it finally popped free from her abused hole, glistening with her juices.

Professor Tasgonne laid Isabella’s barely-conscious body on the desk with her legs wide apart – her juices ran freely down her legs and onto the table. In one swift and brutal motion, he ripped the butt plug from her asshole, and then forced it between her teeth, rubbing the warm metal over her tongue as she gagged. The professor forcefully pulled her stretched holes wider, satisfied with the gape. Her pussy and asshole were like twin black holes, winking and gaping obscenely, begging for mercy.

“Good,” he repeated, “you’re learning.”

A sharp slap to the face brought Isabella back to the waking world. She looked around, bewildered, and her hand instinctively reached down to comfort her aching, brutalised holes.

“Hope you didn’t have any holiday plans. Get ready for an unforgettable winter break.”

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