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Katie was a transfer student from a district under relatively old-fashioned policy, and the elaborate measures her new school relied upon to ensure the students' protection were something of a shock to her. Naturally, she proved somewhat reluctant if not downright uncooperative regarding her participation in compulsory class activities.
Katie, a bright and modest brunette of fifteen squirmed uncomfortably in her desk at the erratic humming of the ribbed vibrator in her pussy. Mr. Carter, one of the few remaining male teachers had access to a control panel which allowed individual adjustment of every dildo in the class, and he was paying special attention to the new girl. The young ladies in front and behind her were transfixed by the graphic lesbian pornography being screened at the front of the class, and were masturbating in synchronization as commanded. The girls to Katie's left and right, however were distracted by Katie's stiff nipples. On a rack that put the rest of the class to shame, it was impossible not to notice them poking courageously through the hopelessly thin fabric of her blouse. Sharon, the thirteen-year-old redhead to Katie's left found it almost painfully cute that Katie's face was turning beet red at this relatively minor embarrassment, especially considering what was soon to occur.
Katie wasn't coming. Far from it, in fact as the drugs hadn't kicked into full effect yet and she was more terrified than aroused. Was she really going to be raped after class by a gang of schoolgirls younger than herself? Were the stories they'd told her true, that being at the mercy of her classmates was simply a warmup for inevitable humiliation and slavery at the hands of the female teachers and faculty? And was it true that all this was merely a practice round to ensure her humility and submissiveness when the male staff finally got around to raping her?
Mr. Carter loved toying with the transfer students. Their terror and dismay could build up for practically forever, making them immeasurably tighter when the time finally came to plow them.
Linda, a fourteen-year-old with short hair and seductively chic bangs peeked up at him from under his desk with wide, bespectacled eyes. She met his stare briefly as if to echo his sentiments before returning to work on the first-class blow job she was performing for him. She was lucky Mr. Carter considered eye-contact during oral sex acceptable. He usually flew into a rage when a girl dared to meet his stare, flogging the poor student on the spot or suspending her outright.
As the term "suspension" skipped through his mind Carter aptly put two and two together and decided that it was absolutely essential for him to have Katie and Linda suspended together as soon as possible. "Suspension" in their particular school took on a rather literal definition, as students guilty of a particularly flagrant offense were strung up by chains in the weight gym and left to hang for hours or even days, occasionally beaten or molested by any students or faculty who happened to be in a sadistic mood at the time.
But he'd have to set up an offense for the new girl first, Carter reflected. Chances were that she'd fuck up sooner or later, but in any case protocol would have to be observed. Can't go around abusing students for no reason during class hours, he thought. It'd destroy the atmosphere of rigid discipline the faculty had worked so hard to cultivate.
Katie squealed through her gag as the dildo between her legs vibrated with a sudden burst of intensity. The gag would remain in place until she learned the ropes. The dildo was just part of class procedure. Carter's compulsory course "Female Interpersonal Skills and Physical Dynamics" was advertised as a fitness course intended to teach young women about their personal space and its importance to their social well-being. In truth, it was little more than an excuse to make teenage girls masturbate to lesbian porn. Each day was a different girl's turn to provide sexual gratification to the teacher as he toyed with the students and gleefully watched them squirm. It wasn't much different from the other classes, in truth.
Linda was an awkward teen, but was perfectly competent with a cock in her mouth. Her sweat-frazzled bangs fell over her glasses as she calmly licked Carter's shaft. The teacher looked up from his little slut and continued to watch Katie fidget nervously, averting her eyes from the porn on the screen only to see the girls around here putting on an indecent display of their own. He felt an orgasm coming on, and cooly continued to twitch the dial for Katie's vibrator back and forth. The dial went back and forth, slowly at first and then increasingly quickly. Katie's body shuddered in tandem, her hips beginning to thrust almost involuntarily.
Carter tapped the auxiliary button, sending an electric shock into her most sensitive part through the dildo's clitoral attachment. She howled into the gag, thrusting her hands between her legs as she desperately squeezed her thighs together. The muscles in her pussy tightened around the vibrator as Carter turned the dial to zero, and then slammed it back to the highest setting. He would empty the batteries into this girl, he thought. He almost forgot that it was a slut's mouth and not the poor virgin's cunt that was working his cock ever faster and faster.
Forgetting the gag, Katie instinctively brought her hand to her mouth hoping to bite her knuckles to suppress a screaming orgasm. This was as much as Mr. Carter could tolerate.
"That's enough, miss Linda" he stated authoritatively. "See me after class, darling."
Linda, having been led to believe that her performance was superb was more than a bit disappointed at this rejection. She sighed one last warm, wistful breath onto his throbbing phallus before backing away dejectedly. She knew there was a punishment in store for her though she hadn't even had the pleasure of earning it. She was intensely jealous of the new girl, and looked forward to working out this hostility by fucking her raw.
"Stand up, miss Katie."
Surprisingly, Katie responded immediately and without reluctance. She unwisely stood with her legs slightly apart, giving Carter the opportunity to send another electric pulse through her clit. She yelped in shock and thrust her hands between her thighs, bending over and knocking her knees together.
Clad in the standard uniform which included a scandalously short skirt and no panties, Katie found herself compromisingly exposed to the girls behind her. They responded with subdued giggles as one adventurous, short-haired freshman snuck up behind her. Katie jumped forward in surprise as the younger student planted a quick kiss on her dildo-stuffed sex.
Carter rewarded the culprit by turning up her vibrator as she returned to her seat, licking her lips in satisfaction. Katie stood in helpless agony as she waited for the teacher's next command, and Carter enjoyed torturing her through silence.
Yet it's the nature of schoolgirls to outdo one another, and the petite red-haired Sharon was of a competitive nature. To impress her classmates she snuck from her seat and positioned herself behind Katie. As Carter delivered another shock, Sharon roughly gripped the backs of Katie's thighs and pushed gently. This double surprise caused Katie to stumble forward on her high-heeled shoes, and Sharon managed to force the older classmate's thighs apart as a helpful fellow student gave Katie another push.
Katie fell gracelessly and painfully to the ground, the impact leaving her wrists practically numb. She eased her weight off her hands and was now resting on her tits, her blouse doing practically nothing to cover them.
Linda approached from the front and dragged Katie up by her long, dark hair, forcing the bullied girl to rise on her hands and knees. As she rested on all fours, Katie's knees were regrettably still wide apart. Sharon slipped between the victim's legs and took the dildo into her mouth, grabbing the protruding portion with her teeth. Katie yet again cried out in surprise as Sharon yanked the dildo out with her teeth and, still holding it in her mouth, proceeded to plunge it into Katie's ass. Though the device was now well lubricated by her own cunt juice, Katie still found the insertion more than a bit excruciating.
"Now that you've assumed the correct posture, miss Linda, you will proceed as such to the front of the classroom."
Driving the point home with a painful jolt to her anus, Carter glared just sternly enough to ensure that Katie would give up any hope of rising back to her feet. Her injured wrists and knees aching on the hard tile floor, Katie crawled in abject humiliation to the front of the room. Her tormentors had all returned to their seats and were again intently viewing the pornography while pleasuring themselves. The few who did not find Katie's submission arousing were frustrated at the distraction, being forced to start over after coming close to a synchronized orgasm. Katie could almost feel the class' resentful stares on the back of her neck.
"Behind my desk. Now."
Katie responded promptly to the instructor's command, taking position under his desk. The same mantra ran repeatedly through her mind as had comforted generations of schoolgirls before her as they endured bad days of her own:
"Please, God. Just let me make it through this one class."
"You're beginning to catch on, my incompetent little whore." Katie found Carter's words strangely encouraging. "Women have three holes, and all of them were made for fucking and fucking only. Use them improperly, and you're just spewing shit. We don't put up with shit in my classroom."
Katie wasn't very good at oral sex, even for a first try. But she put forth an admirable effort, cramming a surprising amount of the teacher's cock into her deceptively small mouth. She found it easier than she'd expected to suppress her gag reflex with a bit of help from the vibrator humming at full force inside her ass, prompting her to hurry along with steady, rhythmic bursts of electric pain. As the naturally-supplied lube dried up, she noted with some anxiety that the rib-enhanced device would cause significantly more pain coming out than it had going in.
Carter had offered the new student a choice: give his knob a good old-fashioned polish, or supply her oral talents to fire-bushed classmate Sharon's blossoming womanhood. As much as she disliked the idea of being a scholastic sex slave, Katie fancied the idea of being a lesbian far less by any means. So it was that Katie performed her first act of fellatio, a deed she'd planned on performing someday but never under quite such coercive circumstances.
Needless to say, Sharon was disappointed. She'd enjoyed toying with Katie so much that she could barely get herself off to the same boring old porn that had so deeply aroused her twenty minutes earlier. If Sharon had been allowed any choice in whom she fucked, she would assuredly have grown up to be a dyke. Some would view this as a bit of a shame, as she was much too sweet a fuck to waste on a single gender. She acknowledged that being told whom to sleep with and when was probably for the best, in the big picture of things.
Sharon pouted like a spoiled pre-teen and rubbed her perky little clit as hard and as fast as she could, but it was no use. In an alarming display of cruelty, Mr. Carter had turned her vibrator off. Carter loved tormenting dykes above all, knowing that he could relate to their suffering.
Her beautiful young Katie had disappeared under the teacher's desk, and now it seemed there was nothing for Sharon to watch. At this point the firecrotch would have given anything to see the new kid's fit, hourglass figure glistening with sweat and arched delicately over the teacher's throbbing erection, teasing the glans and rim of the head with gentle licks and soft kisses before running her tongue along its length and proceeding to take its excited fullness into her mouth. Carter knew what was running through Sharon's mind, and took pride in knowing that the spectacle was better than anything the adolescent could imagine. He had a perfectly good reason for knocking the thermostat up in slight increments as the class progressed, not that it was necessary to make an excitable girl like Katie sweat in the throes of her first sexual experience. Katie's hair was now thoroughly damp, and she didn't dare wipe the sweat from her brow even as it proceeded to sting her eyes.
If Sharon couldn't find anything entertaining to watch, she could take comfort in knowing that she was better off than poor Linda, who found it impossible to watch the porn at all without her glasses. Carter liked getting head from teenage girls in glasses, and in all fairness they looked better on Katie anyway. Unfortunately Katie was finding that the teacher had gone a bit overboard with the thermostat and her glasses were fogging up. The headaches, dizziness and nausea they induced when matched with her deep, flawless brown eyes seemed more comforting to her than the terror of blindness.
"You could at least moan like a proper lady, whore. Moaning is acceptable. It doesn't require one to open one's mouth." Katie responded with a rather unimpressive hum of female arousal.
"You can do better than that, cunt. Don't pretend like you don't enjoy having that little toy up your ass, either. I know you're craving something larger, but I promise you this is all the department's budget will allow for at the moment."
Taking the point one step further, he upped the dildo voltage for the entire class and slammed the master switch, delivering a steady pulse of agony to the entire class. Several of the girls slumped over in their desks as luckless Linda passed out from the pain.
"Who here saw the new student's face perk up when Sharon relocated the vibrator to her backside? Does anyone agree that we have a little anal entrepreneur in our midst? Show of hands!"
Ten seconds had passed before the question was posed, and afterward row upon row of hands shot into the air in unison. The pain wouldn't stop without a unanimous decision.
And now twenty seconds had gone by. Katie couldn't see, but she knew what the results would be. She was an anal fetishist by the mandate of her classmates. There was nothing she could do to steel her mind against the pain, the pressure, the violation. Her ass was something to be round of, round, tight and perfectly toned. She used to be embarrassed about it because it was a little more obvious than was common for a girl her age. She could feel the stares of boys, adult men, even women in her pre-teen days, admiring and coveting it. The class knew what was going to happen now, though Katie had only an inkling: She'd be lucky if anyone even noticed her pussy, much less paid attention to it or allowed her to experience any pleasure from it. On the bright side, she'd remain technically a virgin for a fairly long time.
Somehow, Carter had yet to ease off the switch. Katie now realized what was wrong. Her right hand shot into the air as the left continued to massage the part of Carter's dick that she couldn't cram down her throat.
The pain subsided. Katie had held back her tears for several class periods that day, but now she was sobbing uncontrollably. She knew that Carter was right. She was whatever he wanted her to be, and now she was deriving sexual pleasure from a phallic object in the wrong hole. She knew that she would do anything or be anything just to make it through this one class period.
Sweet little Katie lowered her right hand and reached back with it, back to where the throbbing dildo hummed away relentlessly inside her. Moaning with an eager pleasure she didn't know she was capable of, she managed to slide the phallus slowly in and out. In seconds she was fucking herself like a champion, and the class had made their way toward the teacher's lofty goal: a synchronized class-encompassing orgasm. They were set to time their climax perfectly with the porno's money shot, and in a rare turn of events Mr. Carter happened to be coming around at just about the same time.
"That's enough, miss Katie" he stated authoritatively. "See me after class, darling."
The cock slipped out of her mouth and Mr. Carter proceeded to blow his load on her pretty, spotless face. Her hair caught a good bit of it, and the glasses were soiled as well.
As per orders, Katie placed the cum-smeared glasses back on Linda's face on the way back from the front of the class. Rather than returning to her own desk, She would be standing on her hands with her head resting in Linda's seat, eating Linda out as Linda returned the favor and worked the dildo in and out of Katie's ass. So occurred Katie's first sapphic experience, and luckily for her Linda was shaved. She tasted better than Katie expected, and with the comforting phallus pumping in and out of her virgin backside the experience didn't even feel all that weird to her.
As the pornography concluded the students proceeded to remove their vibrators, place them on the teacher's desk and file out of the room. Before red-headed lesbian Sharon left she knelt to whisper into Katie's ear:
"I hope you know what's going to happen to you now, gorgeous. That dildo won't be coming out of you for days, maybe even weeks-"
"And when it does, you will wish it were still there" Mr. Carter interrupted, having overheard. "But leave the poor child alone, she won't have many more opportunities to experience orgasm for a while. The drug cocktail we give to our *ahem* anal experts keeps them remarkably frigid."
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Please forgive me." Sharon lowered her head in obedience.
"Not at all. You'll have her today, I promise. Now move that cute little behind of yours before I *prioritize* it as well."
Sharon understandably wasn't a huge fan of anal intercourse, and thus she was gone before Carter could even finish the sentence.
"Linda, make sure our new ass-slut licks all of my cum off her face. You can assist her in this regard, and suck it out of her hair too."
Linda moaned a muffled "Yes, Mr. Carter" into Katie's dripping-wet pussy.
"And meet me in this classroom at 9 PM for punishment, both of you. You're getting the full treatment: suspension, endorphin-blocking injections and a caning or two. Katie, be grateful that you are able to share this experience with your new lover here."
Both girls' hearts sank as they groaned an exhausted "Yes, Mr. Carter" into each others' cunts. Both found themselves surprised at how pleasurable each other's voices felt humming through their pussies. Following Linda's experienced example, Katie was quickly learning exactly how to work a clit with one's mouth.
Carter approached Linda's desk and sat backwards in the desk in front of it, facing the girls.
"While you're enjoying yourself with the bounty of knowledge my class has bestowed upon you, miss Katie... I think we'd better go ahead and discuss your journal. And you certainly have some writing to do... you've had quite a productive day."
Carter continued his instruction for an hour and a half as the girls chimed in together after his pauses, moaning "Yes, Mr. Carter" in panting gasps as they grew increasingly short of breath. Both were tired and sore, especially Katie as she balanced precariously on her bruised wrists. Linda, doing her best to support her partner's trembling body, could barely find time to draw breath with Katie's body leaning against her, crotch pressing into her face. Their replies of acknowledgment slowly less and less intelligible, degenerating into moans and gasps of pleasure and soon into screams of ecstasy.
After Mr. Carter had finally decided they'd shared quite enough orgasms together, he simply flipped the master torture switch back on. As if Katie hadn't been through enough that day, now her tongue was burning as well.
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