We stand in the hallway. I smooth her hair and lift her chin. She is shaking. Members of the faculty pass by – staring at her as they go. They’re not staring because she’s beautiful, though they could walk these halls for years and never see another so perfect.

They’re not staring because of the affectionate way I’m petting her cheek. And they’re not staring because of the collar she is wearing, tight around her throat. I think they’re staring because the collar is all she is wearing. And maybe because I have two fingers in her cunt.

I tell her to take a deep breath. I tell her that she is ready. I remind her not to disappoint me. She goes to look to the floor again, but I keep her chin up and turn her head towards the door of the lecture hall and the sign placed on it: “TODAY’S LECTURE: HOW TO USE A FUCKTOY.”

The hall is full. A hundred pairs of eyes on her as I lead her to my desk and lay her down, strapping her hands above her head and her legs open – exposing her whore cunt to my students. There’s a rapt silence. Then I pick up my cane and turn on the camera.

The large screen above my desk is filled with her pussy and asshole now. She cannot hide a single atom. She can not hide how soaked she is. She cannot hide her fear.

“Introduce yourself” I say – and she mumbles a reply. So I cane her pussy and the class laughs. “Introduce yourself” I say again. “I am fucktoy” she says meekly. I cane her pussy once more and she screams out. There is more laughter and some girls on the front row flinch at the sound of wood brought down hard on skin. “Introduce yourself” I say one last time…

“I AM FUCKTOY” she screams this time. There is applause, and some cheers, and I kiss her to show my gratitude. “Fucktoy,” I say, “They’re all going to watch as I fill you. They’re all going to watch as I hurt you. And once I’m satisfied – I’m going to watch as they fuck you.”

Tears fill her eyes. She trembles. The air is thick now, with the smell of fear and cunt. I invite the girls who flinched up onto the stage. I give them instructions to keep my fucktoys holes wet. I cane my toys cunt some more as I tell the girls they are to use their spit.

“Can you see what everyone is doing?” I whisper to my toy as my spit sluts wet her holes. She nods excitedly as she watches her audience touch themselves. “Pardon?” I say as I start to cane her tits for not using her words. “I’m sorry sir” she says. “I can see. I can see.”

She’s wet enough now and her agony has me hard. I position myself between her legs and tell my sluts to see to her raw red tits. I take out my cock and start to rub it up her slit. I use the head to push juice from her cunt up to her clit. She smiles. She waits for some relief.

She wants it in her pussy. Instead I insert my cock into her ass all at once. That first ‘pop’, as the head of my cock pushes past her tight rim, is too quickly followed by a deep merciless thrust, and she yelps in surprise. The applause gets louder. So does the laughter.

My sluts pinch her tits and squeeze her throat. Her pussy floods onto my cock as I fuck her ass deep. The camera catches every stroke. It doesn’t take me long to cum. I’d hold off – but this is only the aperitif. I keep just the tip inside as I cum, her contracting rim milking my head.

As I pull out, the cum leaks from her pretty used up hole and onto the desk. My sluts fight eagerly to eat it from her ass as I go to sit by my fucktoys head. “Are you ready?” I say, and I lift her up a little as she nods it. They form a line. “Don’t disappoint me.” I say.

Her breathing becomes faster as the first boys steps up. They fumble at her tits and at her pussy. One puts his cock up to her cunt and pushes it in awkwardly – too shy to acknowledge the person the hole is attached to. He fucks for just moments before he cums.

The class look to the screen and cheer. My toy’s expression is a painting. Excitement and shame. Joy and disgust. I smiled. It’s what she needed. Then I smack her tits hard, stick my fingers in her mouth, and shout for the next to step forward.

More and more gather round now. Cocks shoved into her hand – stuffed into her mouth – forced into her pussy and ass. The sluts keep her wet. The boys keep her full. I keep her safe. She is fucked drunk. Each cock takes another piece of her away until she is mindless.

She struggles to keep her eyes open. To see is too much. She can’t remember what it is like to not be cumming. She has to fix on the feeling. She fears losing it will mean losing herself. They fuck her and fill her and if they stop, does she even exist?

One by one they cum, as my sluts toy with her tits and spit on her holes. Load after load covers her and runs down her body until cum pools between her legs, soaking her pussy. She is an assignment. Their cum is graffiti on a perfect piece of work.

The last load brings new enthusiasm to the cheering. The hall filed with the sound of spent perversion and exhausted delight. And as she lays there, I clear the spit and cum from her eyes and she looks up at me – wrecked – spent – complete.

“Did I pass?”, she says.
“Of course my toy” I say and I beam. I am full.
Pride.
I feel unbelievable, almost unbearable pride.
I can’t wait to take her home where I can love her.

THE END