Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 17. In which Sarah learns some limits

 

Sarah entered Miss Rice's classroom behind Murphy as always. As she took her place in front of her stool she noticed with a sinking feeling that the gynaecological chair was back in place straddling the platform at the front of the class.

 

"Sit."

 

Sarah sat and looked at Miss Rice, the owner of the sultry voice that caused something to stir deep inside her every time she heard it. Today Miss Rice was wearing a beautiful dress of a deep forest-green. It was made of a soft, almost sheer material that seemed to move around her teacher's shapely legs as if there was a constant breeze in the room. It was tight waisted and had a bodice that clung sensually to every curve of her body. Sarah lost herself in the beauty of her teacher. Every movement Miss Rice made appeared so free and reminded Sarah of an old painting she had seen of a dancing gypsy woman. Sarah had fallen instantly in love with the painting, had she done the same with her biology teacher? She had dreamt about that dancing gypsy woman many times. Looking back on these dreams with the knowledge of herself that she now had, Sarah realised that she had been having lesbian dreams long before coming to Harkwood.

 

"Girls, today we are going to continue our lesson on the pussy. Yesterday we learnt the basics of the anatomy of the cunt. Today we will learn the physiological changes produced in the cunt during stimulation and stress. We will also touch upon the physical limits of the pussy.

 

"Porter, undress and hop up here," said Miss Rice, patting the seat of the gynaecological chair. "You did so well yesterday and you have such a pretty pussy. It is always best to have a continuity in demonstration models."

 

Sarah stepped over to Miss Rice's chaise lounge and began to undress. She was about to spend another hour naked, strapped into a chair that exposed her more than anything she had experienced. Once again her body was going to be used as the demonstration equipment for her classmates to learn from. Sarah knew it was necessary for their training but she could not reconcile that with the fact that it was her body that was being used. Her naked body, she added. That was such a big part of her trepidation at being used in this way. She could not help the humiliation she felt at being used as an object, her body being treated just the same as the chair to which she would be strapped - a piece of equipment. What she hated was being naked. She knew she should not care, at least care less than being treated as if she wasn't a person, but her modesty regarding nudity was something her psyche seemed to be holding onto for all it was worth.

 

Sarah unclipped her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free from their comfortable support. She placed it with her neatly folded skirt and blouse before quickly sliding her panties off and placing them on top of the small pile of clothes that constituted her uniform. As soon as she let go of her panties she knew her ordeal was to begin. She took the two steps to the platform and lifted herself onto the waiting chair. The plastic surface was cool against her skin, though not cool enough to provide any relief for the cane and paddle marks that still burned the delicate flesh of her buttocks.

 

"When you are told to sit in this chair, you are to sit properly slut," directed Miss Rice.

 

Sarah instantly shuffled backwards, using her hands to lift her tender buttocks off the chair. She lay back and lifted her legs, placing each one in the appropriate stirrup, spreading her legs almost painfully wide. Sarah was unsure if her hands were to be cuffed as well but decided to err on the side of caution and placed her arms back behind her head. Her upper arms now framed her pretty face and she curved her hands back down until she felt each wrist rest against a Velcro cuff.

 

She hadn't liked being cuffed in this position during yesterday's class. Being strapped down, unable to move was not a comfortable feeling. She already felt exposed while sitting in the chair but knowing she could not move even if she wanted to made her feel vulnerable and a little afraid. At least she would not get in trouble for moving without permission if she was restrained she thought. It was small consolation to balance the humiliation and helplessness she felt.

 

Miss Rice strapped each ankle and then each wrist to the chair, securing the cuffs tightly around the tiny schoolgirls petite limbs. When she had finished the last wrist cuff, Miss Rice patted the captive teen on the head. Sarah didn't understand exactly why, but she felt her anxiety lessen. All Miss Rice had done was pat her head as if she was a dog.

 

"Now class what is the first thing that stands out when you see this pussy? Disregard the cunt measles of course." Sarah blushed at her teacher's casual manner of talking about the most private and intimate part of her body. The tiny pink spots caused by her waxing had lessened but were still prominent, especially just above her slit. Sarah saw a number of hands were raised by her classmates.

 

"Mitchell."

"That it is very pretty Ma'am," the buxom teen ventured, though without confidence.

"Mitchell this is no time for point scoring. Later on there will be a chance for class participation. If you wish to continue your sweet-talking with this slut you can do it outside of class time. Cox?"

"That it is wet Ma'am."

"Indeed it is Cox. Hinka?"

"I also noticed that it was wet Ma'am."

"Hinka, if you open your mouth to speak, something interesting had better come out. Repeat another girl's answer again and you will receive an infraction."

 

"The first thing that you can notice about the pussy is that it's colour is different from the flesh surrounding it. This will be the case for every slut, with the exception of those of the darkest skin tones. This is due to the blood vessels in this area. The first reaction a pussy exhibits when stimulated is a deepening of colour. This reaction varies in depth with every pussy. Accompanying this flushing of colour is a slight engorgement of the cuntlips themselves. Both of these physiological reactions are due to an increased blood flow to the pussy."

 

Miss Rice grabbed the small remote from the trolley beside the platform as she spoke. Sarah had not even noticed the trolley and it's assortment of apparatus. She watched as the large screen TV lowered from the ceiling above her. It continued to approach her prone form until it obscured her view of her classmates. Now all she could see was the back of the TV. If she looked down her body, past her breasts and between her widely spread legs, she could see the bottom halves of her classmates. Her vision was filled with a sea of spread legs and white panties.

 

"Identify yourself for the record slut."

"Porter, 97817402 Ma'am."

"My, my Porter we haven't even begun the class and you are already creaming. Good girl. Class this is the natural response of a slut. It is typical for a slut to produce cuntjuice at the expectation of stimulation. A well-trained slut's cunt will become wet at the mere sound of her owner's voice."

 

Sarah felt her face flush as Miss Rice spoke of the state of her pussy. She knew she was becoming wet when she undressed. She had not been able to understand it or control it so Miss Rice's explanation had been a welcome one. It was her response to the presence of Miss Rice and the knowledge that she would be working on her pussy, not the humiliation she had been experiencing at the time. Sarah saw her teacher disappear between her legs and heard a metal clang. As Miss Rice reappeared Sarah noticed that she was again wearing the headset with the built in camera and light.

 

"The pussy is already in a low state of arousal. It is rare for the cunt of a slut to be at a level lower than this. As your training increases and your body becomes more free to follow its instincts you will all experience this. During this class we will pay closer attention to the way a pussy reacts and performs when stimulated through all levels of arousal."

 

"Watch the lips and the clit as the stimulation begins."

 

Miss Rice's words were accompanies by a muted buzzing that came from between Sarah's legs. An instant later the restrained schoolgirl felt the vibrator against her pussy. Miss Rice began at the entrance to her cunt, barely touching the vibrating wand to the plump lips of Sarah's pussy. The head of the wand moved slowly up her vulva until it rested for a moment on her clit. Sarah gasped as the pleasant build-up of sensation that had begun softly in her sensitive labia, exploded as the gentle vibrations buzzed through the delicate pink bud. The squirming schoolgirl moaned as the vibrator was removed and the buzzing stopped. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow and her whole body felt as if it was on fire.

 

"Now class do you see the changes in the cuntlips? Each slut will react in the same way but of course each cunt is different. As these lips are quite plump to begin with they don't grow too much in size, but notice the deepening of colour. Such a pretty pink. The clit however has grown considerably. Notice how the engorged clit pushes the hood back, abandoning its protection and seeking out sensation. Now the body undergoes a great many physiological changes upon arousal: pupils dilate, nipples harden, breathing becomes rapid and shallow, heart rate increases, body temperature rises. We will study all these at a later date. Let's continue with the pussy however. Watch closely as the pussy is stimulated to orgasm."

 

The buzzing began again and Sarah moaned as the rippled head of the vibrator played across her exposed clit. The ecstasy rushed through her body in waves, each one peaking higher and higher.

 

"An orgasm can be generated in a slut by a number of different methods. Direct stimulation of the clit, stimulation of the cunt, anal stimulation or a combination of all three. There is a common misconception in the society of today that the female orgasm is hard to achieve. This is one of the common misconceptions caused by the breakdown of societal norms. We won't go into that too much, that is more Miss Watson's forte.

 

"Suffice it to say girls that a slut reaches orgasm quite easily. It is a slut's duty however to ensure that she does not experience an orgasm without permission. Look at the pussy, see how it longs to be filled. If I prise these lips apart just a little you will be able to see the muscles of the cunt as they flex and contract. A slut wants her cunt filled at all times, but especially at climax. When this cunt comes we will see what happens when this is denied. The first orgasm will be due to clitoral stimulation."

 

Sarah heard the words through the daze of pleasure that had overtaken her body. She pulled at her wrist restraints, the desperate need to pinch and massage her nipples had risen as it had the day before. Sarah was about to experience the second orgasm of her young life and it was again to be at the hands of Miss Rice. The words 'first orgasm' penetrated the delirium of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm the naked teen. How many was she going to have? She had heard Miss Rice mention the ways in which a slut could have an orgasm. Was she going to be fucked? In her ass?

 

Her desire was reaching its crescendo. Sarah opened her mouth to ask for permission to come when the vibrator was cruelly removed from her clit. Her hips raised from the chair in an involuntary attempt to follow the source of the intense pleasure.

 

"Now, now slut. Your eagerness is adorable but you will come when I wish and not before. Class, at the point of climax the clit will pulse, so watch for that. What I want you to also focus on is the cunt itself. This will help you to see what happens in a cunt at orgasm."

 

Sarah guessed what was coming before she saw Miss Rice place it at the entrance of her pussy. A clear plastic speculum was being inserted inside her. A soft, barely audible moan escaped Sarah's pursed lips as Miss Rice manipulated her labia and inserted the hard plastic device. She was glad that the class could not see her face as she blushed deeply. She knew she should not feel humiliation at moaning in pleasure at the touch of her teacher. She had been doing so for the last five minutes as Miss Rice brought her to the brink of orgasm. It was the fact that she was no longer being pleasured, that she was enjoying any touch, no matter how casual or innocuous. She was deriving sexual pleasure from an activity she didn't see as sexual. But wasn't that right for a slut?

 

"Now class, this speculum is a little different from those generally used. I am sure you noticed this model did not have the long tongues. This model is designed to open the pussy for only an inch. This will allow us to see inside the cunt without any outside influence disrupting the activity within. I think we might just need to keep the slut in place. We don't want those dancing hips to move the cunt out of shot. Hips up slut."

 

Sarah lifted her hips as high off the chair as she could. It placed great strain on her thighs and stomach muscles as she had no real point of purchase with which to lift herself. She watched anxiously as Miss Rice took an item from under the trolley. It was a long, black leather strap on which she could see a number of silver D rings, similar to the one in her collar. Her body had started to tremble from the strain of holding her hips off the chair in such an awkward position. Rivulets of sweat ran down her flanks, tickling her as they went.

 

Finally, Miss Rice slid the strap under Sarah and pushed her belly back down onto the chair. After a few adjustments the teacher had the thick leather belt situated across Sarah's waist, covering her bellybutton. The belt was pulled suddenly tight, causing Sarah to gasp when it was buckled closed. The two inch thick belt had been cinched almost painfully tight. It was uncomfortable and made Sarah more and more conscious of her breathing. The restrained teen watched as Miss Rice connected a strap to each of the D rings at her sides pulling her tightly into the plastic surface of the chair.

 

Sarah squirmed, attempting to alleviate the discomfort but found that she could no longer move her lower body. The pretty schoolgirl could move her head a little and she could wiggle her shoulders but all other movement had been effectively taken from her. She was now more helpless than ever. Unable to move. Unable to prevent anything being done to her. She made a conscious effort to relax. There was nothing she could do and panicking would not help anyone.

 

"Now class it is wise to remember that a slut should generally only request permission to come once," stated Miss Rice, as she reapplied the vibrator to Sarah's clit. "The slut must know her body, know her proximity to orgasm and hold her question until the last possible moment."

 

Sarah was amazed at how quickly her body responded to the vibrator. Within moments, despite the lengthy interruption, she felt her body was on the brink of coming. She felt a tightness in her chest, her breath coming in ragged pants. She found herself licking her lips time and time again, moistening them  to mimic the lips of her pussy.

 

"We can see from the pulsing in the cunt that orgasm is imminent. Notice the muscles along the entire length of the cunt rippling to a rhythm. As your training progresses you will learn how to control these muscles to not only bring pleasure to your owners, but to provide your cunt with versatility."

"May I come please Ma'am," Sarah croaked. She had tried to wait until the last possible moment before asking.

"Now pay attention sluts, the cunt will orgasm in the next few moments. The recording will be available for further study, and you are encouraged to not only recreate and practice all your lessons but to study all available study material. It is a good idea to begin with the classes from your current year prior to delving into the archives."

 

Sarah had almost gone mad as Miss Rice spoke to the class about studying. Her arms and legs strained against their bonds. Her stomach muscles clenched and pushed against the tight restriction of the belt around her waist. Sarah pushed her head violently back into the back of the chair and clenched her jaw, trying desperately not to come. She could not control herself. The incessant and insistent buzzing of the vibrator against her tiny pink clit had pushed her over the edge of sanity, where the only thing that existed was the need to come.

 

"You may come slut," Miss Rice said with a mischievous smile.

 

The instant the words were out of her teacher's mouth, Sarah gave in to the overwhelming sensation. The naked schoolgirl became intoxicated with ecstasy, the world around her becoming enveloped in a dense fog of sensation, her senses dampened, as if she were submerged in marshmallow. Sarah lost all track of time as Miss Rice continued to hold the vibrator against her.

 

There was no relief from the sensations that threatened to drown her in a violent sea of desire. Her previous orgasm had not receded when another crashed upon her, pushing her over the edge. Sarah thrashed her head back and forth between her raised arms. The strict restraints kept her almost immobile but her arms and legs had begun to shake. Her belly trembled beneath its rigid leather belt. Her breasts bounced and shuddered as her body was overtaken by the her first multiple orgasm.

 

"The cunt has now undergone two orgasms and will soon experience a third. Every slut is capable of experiencing multiple orgasms each time they are given permission. The number of orgasms varies with each slut but there comes a point for each slut that further stimulation loses most of its pleasurable aspect. Further orgasms are possible once this threshold occurs."

 

Sarah heard her teacher's voice as a distant muted mumbling. The fact that she was not listening to her teacher give a lesson did not penetrate the orgasmic haze that had enveloped her. The third orgasm pounded what was left of her fragile mind into submission. Her mind shut down and her world went black.

 

"The third orgasm has occurred. By now you should be able to recognise the symptoms. I want you to raise your hand when the cunt undergoes it's next orgasm. The slut, which you will not be able to notice, has been overcome by this third orgasm. She has drifted into a different state of consciousness, something common to untrained sluts. It demonstrates a lack of control and will always earn the slut an infraction. A slut is of no use to their owner when they have allowed their lust to become the driving force of their behaviour."

 

Miss Rice reached out and pinched Sarah's right nipple, giving it a vicious twist. Sarah came gasping back to life, her body jerking violently in its bonds. Miss Rice continued to press the head of the vibrating wand into Sarah's clit giving the naked teen no respite from the constant stimulation.

 

Sarah cried out, an inarticulate cry of passion, as another orgasm rocked her delicate young body. Her moans began to take on a tortured quality as the continued pressure on her tender pink bud introduced something Sarah could never have imagined could exist. As the fourth orgasm coursed through her body Sarah began to pray for Miss Rice to stop. Her gasps were no longer those of desire. She had crossed that fine line from pleasure to pain. Sarah did not notice the forest of raised hands as her fourth orgasm pulsed through her. She did not notice the intense way her classmates watched her pussy spasm on the big screen. She did not notice the smile that had become a permanent fixture of Mitchell's face, or the almost possessed intensity with which Taylor watched her torture.

 

Her fifth orgasm took almost two minutes to arrive. Miss Rice adjusted the position and pressure of the vibrator constantly, though always ensuring Sarah's tender clit was in contact with its rippled edge. Small, unintelligible words burst from Sarah's mouth. She wanted to beg Miss Rice to stop but her brain would not work properly. She simply could not form the words. Instead the young girl moaned pitifully, her plaintive cries filling the otherwise silent room. Thankfully, after the sixth, painful orgasm Miss Rice removed the vibrator and turned it off. Sarah's body shivered as she adjusted to the loss of stimulation. Her entire being seemed to continue to vibrate now that the source had been removed. Her clit and pussy throbbed as the uncontrollable pleasure of the last ten minutes began to wane. The haze that had clouded her senses after the second orgasm was clearing,

 

Miss Rice's sultry tones began to come into focus. Sarah struggled to control her breathing as she listened to her teacher speak. She still could not make out the individual words but the soft sensual sound of her teacher's voice was a great comfort to the naked girl. She longed for Miss Rice to touch her. After the intense orgasms that had made her feel that she was something other than a simple schoolgirl, almost as if she was on another plane of existence, she yearned for the simple comfort of human touch.

 

"Correct. The cunt is definitely more sensitive after multiple orgasms. It will remain so for some time. The pain threshold however will diminish rapidly. By the time we are set up for the demonstration of orgasms from direct cunt stimulation this threshold should be reset. It is all part of the way a slut is designed. Due to her nature, a slut's body will seek to extract the maximum pleasure that it can. This is natural. This is also where a slut's training and discipline become paramount.

 

"A slut's body will always attempt to seek pleasure. The question posed however is should she? A well-trained slut will seek and find pleasure in any activity she performs, knowing that whatever task she undertakes is at the behest of her owner. The simple act of doing her owner's bidding is the single most decisive area in which a slut will find pleasure. Most importantly however is that the pleasure that a slut experiences conforms to her owner's wishes."

 

As Miss Rice spoke she had been busy setting up a machine at the base of the chair. Sarah watched her as well as she could, still feeling a little washed out from the multiple orgasms she had been forced to endure. She could not make out much of what was going on but she knew that whatever was being prepared, whatever was going to happen, she could not stop it.

 

"Cox?" queried Miss Rice, as she continued to fuss with the apparatus taking shape between Sarah's legs.

"Ma'am, is there a limit to how many orgasms a slut can have?"

"Good question. There is a limit to how much a slut's body can endure. There is no hard and fast rule or number but yes there is a limit to how many orgasms a slut can have. Taylor, how many orgasms has this cunt experienced in our lesson so far?"

"Six Ma'am," the petite teen replied with conviction.

"Six from clitoral stimulation, correct. Now this apparatus is something you will all become extremely familiar with during your training. It is a fucking machine. A model designed here at Harkwood. Of course, when possible, training with a real gentleman's cock is preferable but often not possible. This machine however is an excellent substitute."

 

"Now, during this part of the lesson the slut will not need to ask permission to come. I want each of you to watch closely and count the number of orgasms that the cunt experiences, there will be a quiz at the end of the lesson.

 

"This is the attachment that will be used for this demonstration," said Miss Rice, brandishing a nine inch shaft of clear glass. It was shaped like a cock, with a slightly more bulbous head, but along its length were added a number of ridges in the transparent material. "This attachment is made from glass, a wonderful substance. It's hard and unforgiving nature means that we do need to position quite exactly but there is nothing quite like glass."

 

Miss Rice attached the glass dildo to the end of a metal shaft that protruded from the large black cylinder Sarah could see situated between her legs. If she strained forward which she tried not to do as the added pressure on the strap around her belly sent sharp pains through her tender flesh, the captive schoolgirl could see the cylinder rested on a solid metal tripod. The anxious teen kept watch down her prone body as Miss Rice positioned the dildo against the opening of her pussy. After numerous small adjustments her teacher was finally happy with its placement. Sarah could feel the cool hard head of the dildo press gently against the scalding heat of her flushed labia. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body. She heard Miss Rice laugh and felt her cheeks redden in response. Why did she continue to let the little things affect her so much?

 

Here she was strapped tightly to a chair, unable to move her body more than a fraction of an inch, naked, legs spread wide, pussy terribly exposed, being used as a demonstration tool to teach a class of teenage girls about orgasms and she felt humiliated by her teacher laughing at the uncontrollable actions of her body! It was perhaps the least degrading part of what was happening and yet it brought Sarah close to tears.

 

"Now then class watch closely, pay attention to the lips and the outside of the cunt during insertion. See how the cunt is already open. You will have noticed during the previous orgasms when the cunt was empty how it behaved. During arousal the cunt will always revert to its natural state, which is to open ready to be filled. Even though the cunt itself has so far received no direct stimulation it opens as if it has."

 

Sarah watched, her eyes wide with fear as Miss Rice manipulated the machine, causing the long, thick glass shaft to penetrate her tender pussy. She had never had anything in her pussy, she was a virgin. Only yesterday Miss Rice had used her sex to demonstrate to the class what a hymen looked like. Would it hurt? She knew people had sex of course. She knew what the pussy was designed for. She had spent an hour sucking on a dildo during class the day before, a dildo she knew would eventually be used in her pussy. But for her virginity to be taken by a machine, while she was strapped down, helpless, in front of a class of schoolgirls was something she could never have imagined. It was something she did not want to imagine even now.

 

Sarah gasped as the hard shaft entered her. There was an intense moment of pain as the thick head pushed inside but it passed in a matter of moments. She continued to pant, trying to control her breathing but failing, as she felt the hard length of the shaft force it's way inside the deliate pink folds of her pussy.

 

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever imagined. Her muscles squeezed around the immovable shaft, finding no give whatsoever. It felt as if her insides had been totally filled. The cool glass shaft heated up almost immediately, taking on the same temperature as her body. Sarah was confused by the fact that she even noticed this small detail. Her brain was trying to process so many new sensations but she was still able to observe the minutiae. The devil is in the details, isn't that what they always said, she thought, her mind whizzing through a myriad of thoughts like a kaleidoscope. Miss Rice had stopped the machine once it had inserted around four inches of the glass dildo inside Sarah's waiting pussy.

 

"Now class see the way the cunt reacts. See how it is tensing around the shaft. These muscle movements are involuntary in an untrained slut and even a trained slut will not always be able to control her cunt. However a great deal of control is possible. You will learn how to use these muscles to do a great many things besides the obvious pleasuring of cocks.

 

"What we are seeing now, is the cunt settling and becoming comfortable now that it is filled. Once these initial fluctuations have calmed down we will see the next stage. The cunt will seek to draw the object deeper inside. When that is achieved it will begin to attempt to draw the precious cum from the dildo. This is only natural. The cunt will react this way no matter what is put inside. It is the slut's brain that introduces dissatisfaction that no cum will be forthcoming, though this will not affect the pleasure that the slut will gain.

 

"There class, see the movements become somewhat more deliberate. Now the cunt is trying to milk the dildo. You can see the slut realised this too as she tries to move herself on the shaft."

Sarah stopped moving at Miss Rice's words. She had been trying to push her hips out and move herself on the dildo. She had not meant to do it, her body had simply taken over. She had been strapped down so tightly that she had only managed to move herself mere millimetres but it was enough for Miss Rice's trained eye to catch it. Sarah closed her eyes as she burned with shame, thankful once again that the big TV hid her face from her classmates.

 

'Now of course a great amount of pleasure and comfort is derived simply from having the cunt filled. This class however, is not one dealing with pleasure and comfort. We are here to the study the cunt and its reaction to stimulus culminating in climax."

 

Miss Rice made one small adjustment and then pushed a button on the large black cylinder atop the tripod. Sarah groaned as the thick glass shaft was pulled slowly out of her pussy. The outward movement continued until the large transparent head appeared at the entrance to her slick, pink sex. Without pause the glass dildo reversed its movement and plunged slowly back inside the panting teen. Sarah winced as the shaft penetrated her tender pussy, entering a further inch past its previous position.

 

"Notice how the cunt grips the shaft as it pulls out. See how the cunt attempts to hold the dildo inside. We get a slight distention at the entrance to the pussy even though there are truly copious amounts of cunt cream to lubricate the motion. This is the first time this cunt has experienced such an event but notice that it simply reacts on a fundamental level. It is the way a slut's body is made. Is there any clearer argument for a slut's true nature than what we see before us?"

 

Sarah tested her bonds as the hard shaft continued it's relentless, methodical movements in and out of her captive pussy. The machine was moving the dildo at a slow pace, in and out and the flushed young girl began to calm down and let the sensations from her pussy flow through her. She could feel the familiar pleasure rising inside her, though it was very different from the more intense and more urgent sensations from the stimulation Miss Rice had forced upon her clit.

 

Sarah could feel her pussy close around the unforgiving shaft as it moved inside her. At this slow speed it felt as if a terrible void was being created inside her each time it almost pulled out of her wet cleft, only to have this void filled with a rush of ecstasy as it re-entered her soft, moist canal. She could hear the faint slurping sounds as her cream coated the shaft as it fucked her.

 

Suddenly the speed increased, the shaft now pumping much faster. The sensations began to blur and she was no longer sure she could differentiate between the feelings. A soft moan escaped her lips each time the glass bar moved all the way inside her. At least six inches of the dildo now penetrated her with each thrust. Sarah tried not to look, but the fascination she felt could not make her look away. She could see the clear shaft covered in thick smatters of white cream as it plunged mercilessly into her tight young pussy.

 

Almost without warning Sarah orgasmed, her pussy tightening around the smooth hard dildo as it pumped in and out without respite. She could barely move her body, settling for flexing her fingers and toes in a silent entreaty. Despite being caught in the throes of an ecstasy she had never imagined possible the young teen had the presence of mind to be thankful she had been given permission to come at will.

 

This orgasm felt unlike those she had just experienced. There did not seem to be the cycle of the dizzying heights of orgasm followed by the gradual drop in intensity. There was no ebb and flow to the pleasure she now felt. Her orgasm seemed only to grow more intense, pushing her higher and higher. It seemed as if this orgasm would never end. The sensation became too much for the poor schoolgirl and she began to mumble incoherently.

 

Sarah knew she was begging Miss Rice to stop the machine. Begging her for a chance to rest, even if it was for but a moment. The words just would not form. The dildo relentlessly pumping her sopping-wet pussy had begun to be painful. The orgasm was still peaking and yet she was now also feeling the very definite sensation of pain. Sarah was afraid there was something wrong. An element of fear crept into her mind, silent but gnawing at the edges of her ecstasy.

 

After what felt an eternity Sarah opened her eyes and realised Miss Rice was talking. She could no longer hear the muted hum of the fucking machine and as she looked down her body she realised she was moving. It took her a moment to understand just what was happening. The belt remained tightly strapped around her belly, but the ties securing the belt to the chair had been unfastened. She was now fucking the glass dildo with as much movement as this allowed. The dildo had been all but removed from her pussy, a good seven inches visible between her legs and the young girl in muted horror watched as her body slid forward, forcing herself another inch onto the thick shaft, forcing the round head deeper inside before pulling back, causing the wide head to stretch the entrance of her pussy.

 

Sarah watched as her body continued to slide back and forth on the sweat-slick plastic surface. It was almost like watching someone else's body, even though she knew it was hers. The mind numbing orgasm that had been forced upon her had passed but her continued motion was producing a strong sense of contentment deep inside her.

 

"Four minutes girls. As I said this was an unexpected development but a perfect example of a slut's primal instincts. To all those who said only one orgasm was experienced during the entire ten minute period, very well done. The cunt underwent a perpetual orgasm, one that peaks and lingers. It is more usual from clit stimulation so it is a rare treat to see the cunt react in this way. Yes, almost five minutes now. The cunt continues to perform as instinct dictates. If left to her own devices the slut would still be fucking that stationary shaft deep into the afternoon," lectured Miss Rice, her amusement clearly audible.

 

Sarah made a conscious effort to regain control of her body. She was mortified that she had behaved in this way, her body continuing to react while her mind had been lost in the orgasm that she could not escape.

 

"Ah there we are girls. Nearly six minutes. It seems the slut has finally decided, and rightly so, that this class is not her personal playground. As valuable a demonstration as was provided by the cunt, the time will be made up after class."

 

Sarah was slowly regaining her senses and was able to comprehend her teacher's words. At this rate she would not get back to the dorm until it was time for sleep. While all the other girls were provided with the opportunity to practice and study the lessons of the day, she would be forced to make up time she had wasted due to her poor behaviour. She could do nothing more than vow to be better behaved, to try harder.

 

"Now Mitchell, while we review the lesson and have a quick Q and A you have your chance for the participation you indicated you were so desperate for earlier. Move the fucking machine to one side and clean the cunt."

 

Mitchell sprang from her chair and moved towards the helpless form of her restrained classmate. Sarah moaned a toneless hum as the dildo was finally pulled from her pussy accompanied by a wet slurping sound she knew was audible throughout the classroom. As soon as the machine was out of the way Sarah saw her friend squat between her legs and immediately begin lapping her cream covered pussy.

 

Sarah gasped as the warm mouth and tongue of the schoolgirl, her newest friend, lapped at her sensitive slit. She felt the pleasure begin to rise as Mitchell's tongue probed deep inside her. Sarah locked gazes with Mitchell as she licked her outer lips that had become dry over the last few minutes. Sarah was not quite sure her sight was not still slightly clouded from her ordeal but the mischievous twinkle in Mitchell's eye was unmistakeable.

 

Sarah smiled involuntarily at her. She had not really felt much like smiling but seeing her friend squatting between her legs and obviously enjoying herself had buoyed her spirits. Mitchell was not eating her pussy just because she had been ordered to. She was relishing it, revelling in giving pleasure and, Sarah thought, in staying true to her vow to be a slut and follow her training.

 

Her smile widened as Mitchell's untalented but enthusiastic tongue brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. She was happy because she now knew she was not alone in accepting her place in the world and accepting who she was. Mitchell could not fake her happiness and enthusiasm and Sarah knew it was caused not only by the deep resonance that existed between them but also by Mitchell's acceptance that she too was a slut. This all occurred to Sarah in the flash of a moment. As most of her mind and body began to be swept away by increasing pleasure that was once again flowing from her pussy. She was amazed at how quickly the mind could work. She saw Mitchell's head duck lower and felt the warm moist tongue lick her asshole.

 

Sarah squirmed as an uncontrollable pulse of pleasure shot up her body. Her widespread, prone position had caused the copious amounts of cream her pussy produced to drip down and cover her tight pink sphincter. Sarah could imagine her asshole smeared in her pussy cream and shuddered at the thought that Mitchell had cleaned it with her tongue. The joy was still clearly visible in her friends eyes as she bobbed back into view and resumed eating her pussy.

 

Mitchell had enjoyed it but Sarah felt degraded at the mere thought of her friend licking her there. She knew a slut had three holes that would be trained and used extensively but she had always shied away from thinking about her asshole and what she would be forced to do with it. Her breath grew shallower and shallower as Mitchell brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Sarah tried to stave off the inevitable by listening as intently as she could to Miss Rice field questions from the class. Questions about her pussy and the other equipment used in the demonstration.

 

"That is not something that particularly concerns you Casta but yes there are a great many attachments that can be used. Many more, I am sure, than your little slut mind can imagine right now. Any more serious questions? Cox?"

"Ma'am, the fucking machine moved at a slow speed. Um...is that, will we," Cox hesitated unsure how to proceed.

"Don't tax yourself Cox. I think I understand what you are getting at. I understand that little slut's mind of yours is a little overwhelmed by the lesson. You have earned an infraction for disrespect. When a slut opens her mouth to speak to a superior, she is to be clear and well spoken. Now the fucking machine has variable speeds. The speed used today was a low setting. There are six settings, what was used on the cunt during today's lesson was setting two. The fucking machine is designed to approximate all speeds a slut may experience with a gentleman or indeed with a lady. The attachment used today is conducive only to low settings.

 

"So many questions about the machine. I see we have a class eager to do more than watch. One last question before we wrap this class up. Taylor?"

"Ma'am, how long does it take for a pussy to go back to normal after an orgasm?"

"It varies of course but a slut may find her pussy in a state of constant arousal. Once flushed it will often take a slut many hours to return to what we refer to as a dormant state. The slut's cunt is always only one word or one touch away from arousal even in this dormant state. This is why your question is one that has no real answer. It is common, and desired, for a well-trained slut to always be aroused. You will learn this truth as your training progresses."

 

Sarah listened intently as Mitchell's mouth closed over her pussy. Her hot sex was enveloped by Mitchell's widespread mouth, her tongue devilishly flicking Sarah's sensitive clit. Her tiny pink bud felt as if it was on fire in the hot wet cave of Mitchell's mouth. She was close now, so close to orgasm that she was panting like a dog, her limbs straining in her bonds, seeking for escape but knowing none was to be had.

 

"May I come please Ma'am," Sarah spoke between breaths.

"Mitchell return to your seat," commanded Miss Rice.

 

With one final slurp of Sarah's throbbing pussy, Mitchell raised herself from her squat and returned to her seat. Sarah clearly saw the sly smile that twisted Mitchell's glistening lips. In fact Mitchell's cheeks and chin also glistened from her fluids. Sarah groaned in despair as the orgasm was denied to her, pining for the loss, her hips thrusting gently at the empty air.

 

"Porter one infraction. A slut does not think of her own pleasure, outside of the context of how it pleases her superiors. Your blatant selfishness is disappointing and disrespectful. How many orgasms did you have during this lesson?" Sarah wracked her brain for the answer as the large screen TV rose to the ceiling. Miss Rice began unfastening the Velcro straps at her wrists and then her ankles. The loud tearing sound of the first restraint opening brought Sarah to her senses.

"Four Ma'am."

"Incorrect slut. Another infraction for lack of attention," Miss Rice said, a clear note of anger in her still sultry tones.

 

The last strap across her ankle came open and Sarah could feel the blood rushing back into her extremities. She still had not moved an inch, her arms still stretched behind her. Tears had sprung into her eyes as her teacher's admonishments took their toll on the emotional and impressionable teen.

 

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so selfish? What was wrong with her? She knew she should not have reacted that way. She knew that she did not deserve to come. She hated that she had made Miss Rice angry with her. Instead of being grateful for what she had received, no matter the circumstances, she had wanted more. She behaved like a spoilt child. She deserved the infractions, and more.

 

"Mitchell cleaned one piece of equipment for you. Clean the rest while the class sits quietly and reflects on the lesson."

 

Sarah pulled her legs together and slid off the chair, her body creating a wet squelching sound as the sweat-slicked plastic stuck to her naked flesh. Her legs felt weak and light, and it was strange to have them together after being spread so long and so wide. The thick leather belt remained strapped tightly around her belly, giving her a severe hourglass figure that she could never have attained naturally. She immediately bent at the waist, wincing as the belt dug into the tender flesh of her belly and began licking the glass dildo that had recently fucked her. It's entire length was covered in her thick white cream, from thin smears to small blobs that clung to the smooth surface.

 

Sarah began by taking the end of the dildo in her mouth, cleaning the thick head with her tongue and lips. A large amount of cream had collected behind the bulbous head, creating a milky collar that Sarah cleaned as she sucked the glass dildo using the techniques she had learned the previous day and with the enthusiasm of her newly made vow win back her teacher's goodwill. After taking as much of the dildo on her mouth as she could the young girl proceeded to finish cleaning the dildo by licking the length of the smooth clear material, applying as much pressure as she could with her tongue. She lapped her drying cream from the glass surface with gusto, delicately picking the thicker globs of slimy discharge with her pursed lips, as if the dildo contained the only food she would see for the next week.

 

Once the glass shaft was clean and clear, a thick sheen of her saliva the only moisture now left, Sarah knelt on the floor at the base of the platform and licked the small number of scattered spatters that had fallen from the machine during its mechanical fucking of her pussy. It was only as Sarah snuffled around below the chair that the small metallic noise she had heard at the start of the lesson became jarringly clear.

 

A shallow metal bowl had been placed directly beneath her pussy and now contained a substantial pool of her thick, clumpy white cream. She knew this had been collected during the multiple orgasms she had experienced from the vibrator on her clit. Sarah marvelled at the amount of cream she secreted. She never knew her body was capable of this before she came to Harkwood. Then again Sarah admitted, not only had she never had an orgasm before her training began but she had never realised she was such an overtly sexual being. She stood at attention once she had cleaned all traces of her fluids from the machine and floor. She had not been told to touch the bowl so she had left that repository of her secretions alone.

 

"Porter, why are you standing there idly? During the demonstration a large amount of sweat was produced. Clean all surfaces not just the ones you want to. As much as you want to eat your own cream your duty is to clean all surfaces of all mess."

 

Sarah's tongue was cleaning the plastic surface of the slick plastic chair seconds after Miss Rice finished speaking. Fresh tears pooled in her red rimmed eyes as she cleaned her salty sweat from the smooth surface. She had once again failed Miss Rice and herself. It also now looked like she cleaned her cream because she wanted to, not because she was following orders. She had tried to appear as enthusiastic as she could to please Miss Rice. Now it looked as if she was obsessed with eating her pussy cream even to the point of disobeying orders. What would her classmates think of her? What would Mitchell and Murphy think of her? She honestly hadn’t thought about sweat as a bodily fluid, but then again she had not contemplated that she would be forced to consume the slimy discharge from her nose and she had done so that very morning.  

 

"Ozawa, you asked two very pertinent and well-constructed questions. Good girl. Your reward is the bowl of cream collected from the demonstration cunt. Come forward and receive it."

 

Sarah heard the soft click of the young Asian girl's high heels as she came forward to consume her prize. She continued cleaning the chair with long smooth strokes of her tongue but she managed to manoeuvre around so she could see Ozawa collect the bowl from the floor.

 

"Step side on to the class and lift the bowl above your mouth, tongue out. Let the cream drip inside. This is the correct way to consume cum or cunt cream from a container. Even though you are being allowed a true privilege in consuming either, your role is to please your superiors."

 

Sarah watched, her head cocked to one side as she continued to lap her sweat from the plastic chair. The pretty Asian teen lifted the bowl above her mouth and pushed her tongue out, creating a thin pink bridge up[on which to catch the poured pussy cream. Sarah almost stopped licking as the first big dollop dripped  into Ozawa's open mouth. Sarah's view of her face was obscured by the metal bowl so she could not tell if Ozawa enjoyed her reward or not. After the first thick dollop dropped, a thin steady stream of milky liquid poured into Ozawa's waiting mouth. Twice Ozawa righted the bowl to swallow giving Sarah a view of the petite girl's face. There was no twinkle in the eye, as there had been as Mitchell ate her pussy, but she did not seem to be upset at her snack.

 

"Lick the bowl Ozawa, waste not want not. Porter attention," snapped Miss Rice.

 

Sarah sprung to attention, thankful to be standing upright. The thick belt had begun to be increasingly painful as it dug into her side as she licked her dried sweat from the chair. Miss Rice unstrapped the belt from her waist, her rough movements causing the young girl to shuffle her feet to remain balanced. She struggled to remain upright as her petite body was tugged to and fro by her teacher.

 

"Get dressed slut," said Miss Rice dismissively, no hint of the affection Sarah had sensed from her the day before.

 

The distressed schoolgirl was crestfallen by her teacher's attitude towards her. She had let her down and lost her trust. Sarah would do anything to make it up to Miss Rice. She knew the best thing she could to was to be unfailingly obedient and behave like a true slut should but she felt that it would not be enough. She longed for that sense of intimacy she had shared with the sensuous teacher during yesterday's lessons. Sarah wracked her brain for ways to make her teacher believe she was a good girl, to believe that she wanted to be a slut and she not only wanted Miss Rice to teach her but she needed her to. She wasn't allowed to speak without permission but she began to formulate a very brief apology and promise for her in case she was asked or given permission to speak. By the time she had clipped her tie to her blouse Sarah had something she hoped would sound heartfelt while remaining succinct. *

 

Sarah had only just stood to attention when the bell went to signal the end of class and the beginning of the lunch period.

 

"Dismissed. Porter remain where you are."

 

Miss Rice faced Sarah and stared deeply into her eyes as the rest of the class thanked Miss Rice for the lesson, curtsyed and left the room. It was only after the scanner beeped after the last girl registered her tag as she left that Miss Rice spoke.

 

"Porter do you enjoy being a part of my lessons?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"You enjoy being a part of the class equipment used to teach the other sluts?"
"Yes Ma'am."

"Did you enjoy the orgasms you experienced when your cunt was being used to demonstrate?" 

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now Porter if this is all true, why was your behaviour so abysmal. Why did you show such disrespect during my lesson. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I am very sorry Ma'am. I am an ill-disciplined slut that tries to do her best to be a good girl and a good slut. I deserve to be punished for my behaviour. I have no excuses for how I behaved. I deserve more punishment than the infractions you gave me."

"I agree with you Porter. What makes me so disappointed is that I believe that you are sincere. Your words do not match your actions. Your problem is that you think too much with your cunt. Your cunt is an instrument through which you serve others, not something that you serve. I am rethinking whether I should use your cunt again."

"Please Ma'am use my cunt in your lessons. Please do not punish the other girls for my behaviour."
"Well, it is best to continue lessons with the one cunt. Sluts need things to be kept simple. Take off your panties and assume the correction position."

 

Sarah did as she was told immediately. She had hoped that Miss Rice would punish her and having punished her would think well of her again. Her ass had not stopped throbbing from the pain of corrections that morning. It had only been during her intense orgasms that the pain in her bruised buttocks had not been forgotten. She knew she deserved any punishment she received but she was unsure how she would hold up during any more strokes on her ass.

 

A moment later Sarah heard Miss Rice return from the supply room at the back of the class. A strange smell filled the room. It was a smell familiar to Sarah but not one she could place. The bewildered teen felt a gentle pressure along her pussy lips as she stood bent over, clasping her ankles.

 

Miss Rice ran her fingers the length of Sarah's pussy. She pushed back the clit hood and ran her finger over and around the tight pink bud, still engorged from it's recent use. Sarah began to flush at the touch of her teacher. There was something electric in Miss Rice's touch. Sarah felt as if a shower of tiny sparks was erupting from her pussy and shooting up her belly and deep into her chest, terminating in her rock hard nipples. A shiver of gooseflesh ran through her body when Miss Rice made contact with her clit.

 

"Put your panties back on."

 

Sarah straightened up and slid her panties up her legs. She was thoroughly confused. She had expected a beating to atone for her behaviour. Instead Miss Rice had fondled her pussy something Sarah had longed for since the class had started. There was something she was not understanding.

 

"Now your cunt appears to be the problem Porter. To help you remember your place and remind you of your cunt's proper usage it has been coated with a cream that will help keep your mind where it should be. It is often used to relieve muscle and joint pain. What it will do for you is to help you to stop thinking with your cunt."

 

Sarah began to feel a mild heat building up in her pussy. She knew now why she had recognised the smell. She had often seen some of the cheerleaders using something similar after a practice session. With every passing moment the heat in her panties increased. It had taken only moments for the sensation to escalate from a mild warm buzz to a burning sensation that made her gasp.

 

"Dismissed."

"Thank you for the lesson Ma'am. Thank you for using my pussy to help teach and thank you for my punishment Ma'am," Sarah said, curtsying politely.

"Porter come here."

 

Sarah stepped quickly to Miss Rice, staring longingly into her teacher's exquisite green eyes. She was almost transported to another plane as the sultry teacher gently slid her hands along either side of Sarah's face. The touch was so delicate and tender that Sarah almost sighed with contentment. Miss Rice moved her hands behind Sarah's head and held her gently as she moved in closer, her nose almost touching Sarah's cheek.

 

Sarah was not sure what was happening but she did not want it to stop. Had Miss Rice forgiven her? The blazing inferno that raged in Sarah's panties made it nearly impossible to stand still. It took all her willpower to remain at attention but right now, embraced by Miss Rice, she would not have moved for the world.

 

"I sense that you are a good girl Porter. I like good girls. I prefer a slut that serves because service itself is her greatest desire. A slut for whom obedience is her most prized virtue," Miss Rice spoke between tiny tender kisses. She kissed Sarah's cheek, then the tip of her nose, her fluttering left eyelid and finally her young quivering lips.

 

Sarah could barely contain herself. Her pussy was burning. She felt as if it was literally burning, as if a pile of hot coals had been poured into her panties. Even through this all she wanted to do was break position and hold her teacher, run her hands through her luxuriant hair and ravish her with kisses.

 

"Porter are you a slut like that?"

"Yes Ma'am, oh yes Ma'am I am," Sarah gasped, her eyes all but rolled back in her head as Miss Rice kissed her left earlobe, setting her tag spinning.

"Then show me. Start behaving like a good girl. Stop letting your cunt influence your actions. Your thoughts should forever be on your superiors. Everything you do, every action you take must be for the benefit of your superiors. Before every decision you are allowed your thoughts should be 'how best can I serve'." Do you understand little one?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now go, you don't want to miss lunch. It is important for a slut to maintain her energy levels."

 

Miss Rice kissed her deeply, her experienced tongue darting into Sarah's mouth, dominating her own passive tongue. Sarah pressed her body forward ever so slightly and ever so gently, pushing her breasts into those of her teacher.

 

Miss Rice stepped back and slapped Sarah on the ass. A sharp spike of pain shot through her abused buttocks but the pain of the loss of the embrace was worse.

 

"Off with you slut."

 

Sarah curtsyed once more and all but stumbled from the room. Now that her teacher's immediate and intoxicating presence was not overwhelming her senses, the burning in her pussy became maddening. She hurried to the food hall, desperate not to miss her midday meal, desperate to be back with her classmates. It was a strange sensation, to be separated from her class in large empty corridors of the school.