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Chapter 20. In which Sarah helps to teach
"As you enter collect your suction dildo from your kit and situate it on your desk," directed Miss Watson as she appeared in the doorway.
Sarah collected her dildo and pushed the suction cup down on the clear top of her desk. She had made sure that the balls of the silicon cock were facing towards her seat and that it was situated close to the edge of the desk where she could reach it. She had not been told what the class was to be about but she had thought it wise to put the cock where she could easily access it. Miss Watson walked around the class, inspecting the schoolgirls as they stood at attention. Sarah kept her eyes straight ahead, wondering exactly what was going on. She wasn’t sure exactly how long it took for the teacher complete her circuit but she felt it had been at least five minutes.
"Sit."
As one, the girls of Trinity house sat at their desks, their legs spread and their hands behind their back in the expected position. Sarah focused her attention on Miss Watson as soon as she sat down. She could see her dildo bobbing in her peripheral vision but was determined not to let it distract her.
Miss Watson was a stunning woman Sarah thought to herself. She did not have the earthy sensuality of Miss Rice but she had the full strong body that Sarah had always admired in women. In fact, Sarah realised as she watched Miss Watson stand before the class, all of the staff at Harkwood were attractive, but none of them had the stick-thin bodies that seemed to dominate the fashion magazines and catwalks.
"Begin sucking," commanded Miss Watson.
Eighteen young mouths sought out the large dildos before them and obediently began sucking. Sarah took the head of her dildo in her mouth and proceeded to push a further three inches into her mouth. Within seconds she had a strong rhythm that had caused her mouth to begin forming the lubrication that would help her suck.
"For the remainder of this lesson you are to simply practice the techniques which you have been taught. Your focus is clear."
With those brief instructions Miss Watson sat in her chair and began typing on her laptop. Sarah started running through the techniques she learnt in class. She was glad of an opportunity to practice what she had learnt, something she had not been able to do after class last night. She still didn't know what her classmates had practiced and she doubted she would get a chance to find out today. Not only did she have a detention but she also had a morning class of posture training to make up. She needed to make the most of this opportunity.
The classroom was filled with the slurping, smacking sounds of eighteen young girls sucking cock. Miss Watson had stopped typing and Sarah could hear nothing but the efforts of her classmates as their mouths and throats were penetrated by their own rubbery invaders. Sarah practiced each technique she knew, trying endless varieties and combinations. She was seated but the activity was still strenuous. She was sweating under her arms but that was not the only moisture that her body was producing.
Over the last day Sarah had become very familiar with the sensations associated with her pussy producing her juices. It was remarkable that she had learnt more about her body in the past 24 hours than she had known was possible to learn in a lifetime. She could sense her pussy getting wet. It was completely unexpected. She was getting aroused simply by sucking a fake cock. There was no doubt left in her mind. She was a slut, only a slut could possibly be aroused by the mere simulation of a sex act. She had never touched a real cock, never even seen one, so her motions had no basis for recollection. She was becoming aroused simply by the action itself. What more evidence did she need of the truth of her lessons?
Sarah did not know how long she had been sucking, continuously bobbing her head up and down the shaft, when she heard a faint knocking at the door to the classroom. Sarah dared not look away from her dildo though she badly wanted to see who was interrupting the class. Curiosity was not something a slut was to indulge. Miss Watson rose from her chair and opened the door. Sarah heard muted voices though she could not make out any words, the slurping of her classmates drowning out the murmured conversation between her teacher and the visitor. To help prevent the temptation to look Sarah began deep-throating, something that took more of her attention and also meant her head was more bowed than normal.
She heard the click clack of Miss Watson's high heels as she returned to her chair, paused briefly and walked back across the front of the classroom and out the door. Sarah distinctly heard not only Miss Watson but another pair of high heels recede down the corridor, slowly fading as the two women moved further away. Sarah was puzzled. She had no doubt that their teacher had left the room. They were now unsupervised.
Sarah did not stop sucking. Even if this was not some kind of test she had been told to suck and would continue to do so until given permission to stop. As she forced her mouth down her dildo, practicing her techniques, she wondered whether it was a test or whether important matters had taken Miss Watson away from the class. Whatever the truth, Sarah hoped that her classmates had continued to practice as she had.
As she fucked her dildo with her face, the muscles in Sarah's jaw began to ache, only a little at first but increasing with each passing minute. The schoolgirl estimated she had been sucking her dildo for a good 40 minutes non-stop. Copious amounts of saliva coated the long plastic cock and the top of her desk. She had so far managed to prevent any strings from flicking back onto her blouse by keeping her mouth firmly rapped around the fake cock.
At least fifteen minutes passed before Sarah heard the faint noises of heels in the corridor. The noise became louder, until moments later Miss Watson entered the classroom, crossed to her chair and without a word, began typing at the laptop. If it was a test of discipline, had everyone passed? Sarah tried not to think about such things, instead focusing her mind on the techniques, doing her best to make them pleasurable and smooth.
"Stop and clean," commanded Miss Watson, the first words she had spoken since the class began almost an hour ago.
Sarah slid her mouth off her dildo with an audible pop, a last chance to practice sucking technique one. Her jaw ached as her mouth closed for the first time in an hour. The sides of her mouth stung a little but she did not let either sensation prevent her from immediately slurping her saliva from her dildo and desk. She diligently cleaned the thick, frothy slime from the shaft and balls of her cock. She cleaned the smooth surface of her desk, at times struggling to swallow the long strings of viscous slime. She had trouble reaching the very base of the shaft, underneath the balls, where it joined with the suction cup. The dildo narrowed greatly and she had to lean right in, nudging the thick shaft back with her forehead to get her mouth into the crevice. The obedient teen had not even thought of using her hands that rested comfortable behind her back. She had already begun to discount their use from many activities.
Once she had finished Sarah sat at attention and watched Miss Watson at her computer. What a great lesson the schoolgirl thought to herself. She had been given a chance to practice some of the important things a slut needed to know, a chance that looked like it would be increasingly difficult for her to achieve in her allotted study time after class.
Miss Watson did not even look up as the bell went, simply dismissing the class with an absentminded command. Nor did she acknowledge the students as they thanked her for the class and left the room, heading for their afternoon biology period. Sarah was not entirely sure what was going on. Her teacher's total disregard for their presence served to reinforce for Sarah that they really were not deserving of the attention. The Trinity students moved quickly and quietly to their next class. The instant they were all formed, Miss Rice commanded them to enter.
"Sit, Porter front."
The class sat on their small stools, while Sarah shed her uniform and climbed up into the gynaecological chair, seating her legs in the stirrups and lifting her arms behind her head. Sarah had begged for Miss Rice to give her another chance. She had begged for her pussy to be the specimen used for the class, knowing that it was best for her fellow students. Her teacher had trusted her with this duty and she was determined not to fail her this time.
Miss Rice, closed the Velcro straps and lowered the flat screen TV, once again blocking Sarah's view of her classmates.
"This lesson continues our introduction to the pussy. During this lesson the limits of the cunt will be demonstrated. We have seen how the cunt reacts during arousal and the changes which it undergoes during orgasm. All of a slut's equipment holds the dual facets of both pleasure and pain, much like two sides of a coin. One does not exist without the other. What a slut knows, and what you will learn, is that pain itself is simply the companion to pleasure. We saw this morning how pleasure can turn into pain, conversely pain can turn into pleasure. It is all up to the individual slut.
"You must remember that pain comes from your superiors and as such is something a slut not only accepts but embraces just as she does any gift from someone of higher station. Now first we will see how the cuntlips react to some mild stimulus."
Miss Rice picked up a thin leather strap from the ever-present trolley and moved between Sarah's widely spread legs. Miss Rice seemed to be all business during this lesson. Sarah desperately hoped it was not due to anything she had done. She had not known what she was getting herself into when she had volunteered to be the demonstration model for the class. She did not regret it but she was fearful about what was to happen. Her pussy was apparently going to be the recipient of the leather strap Miss Rice now held. Sarah tensed her jaw, clenched her fists and waited anxiously. She did not have long to wait. Miss Rice brought the strap down hard on the soft mound between her legs. Sarah was in instant agony, her delicate lips mashed by the hard leather strap. She was determined to be on her best behaviour for this lesson and tried to remain silent.
"Watch the lips. They have received only one medium stroke. Cox, describe what you see," Miss Rice demanded as she adjusted the camera tripod that was pointed at Sarah's pussy, projecting her humiliation onto the big screen.
"Um, Ma'am, the cuntlips are getting a little red. There is also cunt cream visible at the cunthole Ma'am."
"Correct Cox. The cream was there before we started however, the cunt was in an obvious state of arousal prior to any stimulation. The cunt is no different than any other part of the body in that when it is struck the flesh will turn red and potentially blister and bruise as well if enough force is applied. The cunt however does exhibit some rather interesting symptoms which we will now induce."
As she finished speaking Miss Rice brought the strap down on the prone schoolgirl's pussy again and again. Sarah thought that if she counted the strokes, breathing through each one it would somehow make the pain easier to deal with. This was definitely not the case. After only four strokes she was yelping as each fall of the strap pounded into her helpless pussy. The restrained teen tensed her entire body each time the thick strip of leather made contact. After a particularly long pause Sarah opened her eyes. She had closed them, unable to watch the leather strap speeding towards her exposed pussy. Miss Rice had moved around to her side of the TV and came to stand by her head. She had a strange contraption of straps in her hand which she proceeded to bring to Sarah's face.
Miss Rice held a large square of black leather from which a number of long straps snaked. In the centre of the square a small dildo, perhaps three inches in length protruded. Sarah obediently opened her mouth as it was brought closer to her face, and, in one smooth movement, her teacher inserted the dildo into her mouth and settled the leather square snugly against the lower half of the young girls face. She instinctively raised her head from the chair, allowing Miss Rice to buckle two straps around the lower half of her face and then to fix another across the top of her head. This last length started as two separate straps on either side of her nose, coming together above it, forming a triangle before turning into a single strap that continued across her forehead.
Once the straps were fastened Sarah was effectively gagged, unable to make more than a muted mewling sound. Not only was the fat dildo filling her, pushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth but the leather base was pulled tightly against her face, mashing her lips, the protrusion under her chin preventing her from opening her mouth to help alleviate the pressure. She could not close her mouth. She could not open her mouth. She could not move her tongue. She was completely at the mercy of her teacher, more helpless than she had ever been as now she could not communicate in any way.
As Sarah was feeling out the strict gag that had been forced upon her Miss Rice had regained the strap and began punishing Sarah's pussy as if there had been no break. Sarah jerked in her bonds as five more strokes landed in quick succession on the delicate folds of her pussy. Soft, muted grunts escaped from around her gag, despite her best efforts.
"Now Cox, what do you see?"
"The cunt is much redder now Ma'am. It also looks a little swollen."
"Good girl Cox. The pussy does indeed become puffy when a certain amount of force is applied to the flesh there. Unlike the flesh on many other parts of the body, where ten strokes of the strap would simply produce redness and some mild bruising. Evidence."
Sarah violently jerked her right leg as her teacher brought the strap down on her inner thigh. Ten times without pause Miss Rice smacked the same spot on Sarah's thigh. By the time she had finished, tears were coursing down her face. Her chest heaved not only with the sobs but with her efforts to breath as she became increasingly panicked. Her mouth was completely closed and her crying had caused her nose to run, making it even harder for Sarah to get enough oxygen in her lungs. Her pussy ached but her inner thigh throbbed with a pain so intense it would have taken the abused teen’s breath away if she had not already been struggling so badly.
"Now watch how that area develops and compare with the cunt. Both received ten strokes of the strap. See how the thigh simply turns a deep red. By the end of class, this area should show the preliminary signs of mild bruising. Note how the cunt however, simply retains the deeper colour and the slightly puffed quality of the outer lips. The inner lips however do not react in the same way.
"It is important to note that the inner lips while appearing more delicate than the outer cuntlips, can sustain just as much punishment. The cunt is a very resilient piece of equipment. Next we will demonstrate the elasticity of the cuntlips."
Sarah forcefully blew the thick mucus out of her nose to try and clear her only airway. Miss Rice was conducting experiments on her pussy, painful experiments. Even though her body ached and a wave of pain was swirling around her, Sarah's mind was clear. Everything that was being done to her was being taped. It was her responsibility in continuing her training to watch these tapes so she could benefit as her classmates were. She knew that would be hard, but certainly no harder than experiencing it firsthand. She watched Miss Rice like a hawk as she collected two large shining metal objects from the trolley. Sarah was not a fool and knew these for what they were. A small chain connected the clamps, dangling freely as Miss Rice knelt between the naked schoolgirl’s legs. Pain exploded in her pussy as her right labia was captured by the teeth of the clover clamp. Sarah's body remained tense as the second clamp was applied to her right lip, pinching the delicate flesh mercilessly.
"Now as you can imagine, the clamps alone cause considerable pain. To demonstrate this particular aspect of the cunt, though, we need a little weight."
Sarah screamed into her gag as Miss Rice placed a large silver weight onto the chain. It was a thick metal cylinder that had a number on it, but Sarah had been unable to make it out. Right now the exact weight meant nothing to her. Her mind was consumed by the sensations in her pussy. There was not only the sharp pain of the clamps as they bit into her tender cunt flesh but the pain as her lips were stretched towards the floor was indescribable. Sarah tried her best to remain calm and still as each movement made the weight swing and caused her more pain.
"Now class, the cuntlips have distended by almost two inches. This looks quite severe but it is really quite mild as we will now observe."
Sarah's head shook from side to side as she watched Miss Rice carry two more weights from the trolley to between her legs. Sarah screamed again as the weights were applied and her cuntlips were pulled even closer to the floor. The pain had now become greater than anything Sarah had ever experienced. She had not thought it possible that morning but the pain was more intense, more unbearable, than the cane strokes she had received in form class. This was not a short sharp pain but a lingering, building agony that continued to deepen and intensify with each passing moment.
Sarah tried everything she could to calm down and help her deal with the pain. She could not practice her breathing as her mouth was stuffed with a thick dildo and her nose was blocked with mucus that was now running down the outer surface of the gag that covered the lower half of her face. She tried to force the sticky ooze from her nostrils but succeeded only in ejecting a long string of translucent slime onto the gag, the tenacious muck still stuck to her nose, creating a bridge of frothy slime that flexed with each subsequent, strained breath.
"Now the cunt has been stretched by four inches. Some gentlemen prefer a slut with big cuntlips. There are resources in the archive available for you all to study in your own time with examples of this. Through training the cuntlips can be permanently stretched to accommodate the wishes of an owner. This is an intense and time consuming process, the reason for which we will now witness."
Sarah waited with baited breath for what was to come. She was not entirely sure what her teacher had in store for her but she was surprised when Miss Rice did not return to her pussy. Instead she returned to Sarah's side of the TV, holding yet another leather strap. Sarah recognised this as the belt that had been cinched so tightly around her waist and fastened her so rigidly to the table during a previous lesson.
The abused teen obediently raised her hips gently from the chair, allowing her teacher to slide the belt around her waist. Even in her current distress she still knew that obedience was her only option. The tiny movement caused Sarah considerable pain, as it not only raised her hips but also her pussy, causing the weights to swing back and forth, the clamps pinching her terribly stretched pussylips as they moved. Miss Rice slid the belt under the young girl's hips and pulled it tight across her belly. Sarah sucked air in through her nose as best she could, drawing the thick ropes of slime back across her nostrils, closing off her airways before she filled her lungs. The belt was pulled painfully tight, pinching the soft skin of her belly, causing her waist to narrow by half. Miss Rice then strapped the belt to the chair preventing Sarah from moving her body even a fraction of an inch.
Sarah had already been struggling for breath, but with this newest restraint pulled so tightly around her abdomen her breathing now came in ragged gasps. The distressed teen watched as her teacher moved between her legs and without removing the weights from the chain, Miss Rice took hold of both clamps and released them simultaneously. Sarah thrashed in her restraints as the pain in her pussylips became excruciating. Her nubile body hardly moved. Her pussylips were the part of her body that moved the most, retracting back to their natural position. The pain subsided, quickly turning into an intense burn in her tender flesh.
"Marvellous, don't you think sluts? The cuntlips had been stretched to almost four times their normal length and yet within a split second they returned to their natural aspect. The elasticity of the cunt makes it such a versatile piece of equipment. Mere seconds after being stretched there is no evidence of the activity, besides the small depressions from the clamps which will disappear in time, as the blood flows back into the area.
"Now class the pain from the clamp diminishes quickly but the clamped area is still able to generate an exquisite sensation. Watch as a gentle squeeze to help the blood flow into the clamped area not only helps to remove the markings but allows the cunt an extra chance to experience pain."
Sarah mewled into her gag as Miss Rice gently rolled her sensitive pink lips between her thumb and forefinger. Pain sliced into her pussy as the gentle touch of her teacher tortured her delicate flesh. How could such a soft touch cause her so much pain? She could not see what was going on between her legs and she was not sure if not knowing was making it worse.
"Now class, we shall demonstrate the same characteristic with the inner lips. They are more sensitive and more delicate but you will see that they possess identical elasticity."
Sarah screamed into her gag at the thought of the clamps being attached to her tiny inner labia. Great strings of mucus flew from her nose as she violently expelled her breath in panic. Miss Rice paid no attention to the fuss Sarah was making, her only interest being in the section of anatomy which was the focus of the class. Sarah thrashed in her strict bondage as the clamps were attached to each small pink inner lip, with the weights added in quick succession. Sarah gagged on thick dildo in her mouth as the last weight was hung from the chain connecting the clamps, distending her cuntlips towards the floor. Her captive tongue undulated and pushed against the dildo but was securely trapped, allowing only the most guttural of grunts, from deep in her throat to interrupt the lesson.
"Now class see how these lips contain and even greater elasticity. They are, however, a little more fragile and needed to be treated with some care. The weights were applied one at a time, allowing the cuntlips to stretch gradually. These lips are thinner and are more difficult to clamp when stretching is desired. If your owner has a prediliction for cuntplay of this kind no doubt the lips will be pierced allowing for much more secure attachment points, thereby negating the necessity of clamping."
Just as Sarah was beginning to calm down and deal with the agony pulsing in her stretched pussy, Miss Rice removed the clamps and weight, allowing her tender folds to retract back towards the false safety of her pussy. Sarah grunted into her gag as the pressure was released, sure that permanent damage had been done to her, despite what her teacher had said. The complete helplessness of her position and the intense pain that wracked her young body was preventing Sarah from thinking clearly.
"Now did anyone observe any differences between how each set of cuntlips behaved?"
A number of hands shot into the air and Miss Rice chose the student whose arm had moved earliest.
"Mitchell, enlighten us with your insight."
"The inner cuntlips did not spring back as quickly or as fully Ma'am."
"Well done Mitchell. The cuntlips have a similar, yet clearly different structure. The inner lips require a little more time to resume their initial position, but resume it they shall."
Sarah used this time to compose herself as best she could. Her pussy throbbed but the pain was manageable now that nothing was being done to it. The rest of her body ached from the constant tensing and flexing it had undergone as Miss Rice tortured her pussy for the class. It had done her no good, she had been unable to do more than wiggle her shoulders and thrash her head from side to side. She was glad that Miss Rice had added the painful belt that constricted her belly. Without it Sarah was sure that she could not have prevented herself from moving, potentially ruining her teacher's lesson and displeasing her teacher was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Class, study the cunt. Does anything stand out to any of you sluts? Anything worth mentioning?"
Sarah waited expectantly as her classmates stared at her pussy projected large on the big screen, studying it for anomalies. She had managed to control her breathing to the extent that she was no longer panicked by the lack of air, but the frustrating inability to breathe normally was preying upon her composure. Her breasts continued to jump on her chest as she panted shallowly through her nose. She sniffed fiercely attempting to clear her nostrils of the ever-present mucus that her crying had caused. With difficulty she managed to swallow a large amount of the thick mass but she knew that her nose and gag were covered in the slimy substance, something she would be cleaning up before the class was over.
She desperately needed to get her emotions under control. Crying benefited no one. She needed to find a better way to deal with the pain and the degradation that she was forced to endure as her pussy was used as the specimen for the class experiments. She had volunteered for this, she knew this was her place so she needed to do a better job of dealing with that. Sarah breathed out slowly and smoothly and relaxed her still tense muscles as she chastised herself for her behaviour.
"Cox, what do you have for us?" Miss Rice enquired as someone finally raised their hand.
"The cuntlips have moved back to their positions but the inner cuntlips are still visible."
"True Cox, this cunt usually has its inner lips out of sight beneath the plump outer cuntlips but that is natural due to the spread position. But that is hardly noteworthy. Anyone else?"
"Cox, you have more?" questioned Miss Rice as the pretty blond teen hesitantly raised her hand once again.
"Um, the cunt is not producing cream Ma'am," Cox replied somewhat nervously.
"Well done Cox. Each time we have seen this cunt it has been producing satisfactory levels of cunt-cream. During this lesson the cunt has failed to hold to its usual standards. From this we can deduce that at this early stage of training the slut to which the cunt is attached is not a painslut. Some sluts derive great pleasure from receiving pain. Some sluts possess this trait from the outset, many others develop the ability as their training progresses and their bodies are introduced to levels and combinations of pleasure and pain that they had previously not experienced. It is a desirable characteristic but one that presents its own dilemma for the slut. She must be ever vigilant to ensure that the pleasure she gains is only at the behest of her owner."
Sarah did not quite understand what Miss Rice was saying but she listened intently, filing the information away for further use. She was unaware of the time that had elapsed or how much remained but she was sure that the class was almost over and she would soon be released. She remained sure that she should endure what she had, glad that Miss Rice had allowed her to continue to be used for demonstration purposes. She had not enjoyed the class but she still managed to feel a sense of accomplishment and she smiled briefly on the inside knowing that she had helped her classmates learn and she had helped Miss Rice in a small way.
"It is also interesting to observe that the cunt is no longer hampered by the hymen that it possessed yesterday."
Sarah lay stunned. How could she not have thought about this before? Her hymen had been broken, it was gone. Her first real sexual experience had been with a machine. She was still a virgin, wasn't she? Did getting fucked by a machine count? Her mind whirled as she tried to come to terms with the fact that not only had she had her cherry popped by a machine but that she had not realised or thought about it before. So much had happened to her that she had actually taken no notice of one of the most important things to happen to her.
"Now class we move on to the ability of the cunt itself to perform as a receptacle. We will begin by taking some initial base measurements and then expanding upon these. The cunt itself, just like the cuntlips we have seen demonstrated already, has a truly wonderful ability to stretch. First measurement we will take is the length from the opening of the cunt to the back wall, then we will measure the width of the cunt opening."
As soon as she finished speaking Miss Rice inserted a long, thin metal probe into her pussy. Despite the fact that she had not been creaming during the lesson the probe slid inside her in one smooth motion.
"Note this measurement," said Miss Rice, holding the probe up before the class. Sarah could not see the measurement, her vision obstructed as it was by the large TV hanging from the ceiling. "Now we will measure the width of the cunt. This measurement of course will be minimal as the cunt at rest is narrow. This is natural and ensures that a cunt will accept a cock and be able to provide the maximum pleasure each time it is offered.
"A slut trains her cunt, just like any other part of her body, to use the muscles to milk the precious cum from a cock but most of all to ensure she provides the most pleasurable experience she can. A slut will also, at times, be called upon to perform with her cunt, either as a work task or for entertainment, and she must make sure that her cunt is ready and able to perform when commanded. But I digress.
"Now I will demonstrate how easy it is for a cunt to expand greatly, in all dimensions. To do this a series of dildos will be used. As you can see this set contains five dildos. During today's lesson we will be using three. The final two are for more advances sluts, when the cunt has been trained a little more. From the measurements taken I know that it seems hard to believe that a cunt will be able to accept such volumes but that is precisely the point of this lesson.
"Right now you are untrained sluts. Not only untrained but you are terribly ignorant in many ways, but most obviously when it comes to your equipment. You will one day look back on the slut you were now and wonder at how stupid and uninformed you were. Cox, come and lubricate this first dildo."
The schoolgirl stepped up and immediately placed the thick dildo into her mouth, fucking her face with it. She wanted to produce as much saliva as she could to help her classmate. The dildo was six inches long and only around one inch thick. It was smaller than any of the dildos that were contained in their kit. The smooth black cylinder had none of the cock-like features of the dildo they had sucked throughout their entire previous lesson, being simply a long smooth cylinder with a rounded tip.
Cox had no real concern about this dildo, nor the next one in the set. They were both something she felt she could take easily, conforming to the usual cock dimensions. It was the third dildo that was the first to give Cox pause. It was eight inches long and two inches thick and looked as if it could not fit inside anyone's cunt. If she held it to her body she was sure it would stand up to her bellybutton, how was something like that able to fit inside her body. Porter was even smaller.
The fourth and fifth dildos were even larger, though they seemed to get thicker without getting much longer. Cox tried not to think of those as she pumped the smallest dildo into her mouth. She was extremely relieved that it was Porter and not her on the table. She had so far escaped any real notice by her teachers. Porter clearly wanted to be here. It was obvious to all of the girls that she not only deserved to be here but she seemed to enjoy it so it was only right for her to be the one used in this way.
"Enough. Now we shan't waste too much time on this first dildo as any slut will accept this with ease. Cox work on the second as we proceed."
Miss Rice stepped to Sarah's widely spread legs and smoothly pushed the dildo into her waiting pussy. It barely elicited a response from the bound girl, a muted moan and the small tensing of her limbs. Sarah felt it going in but she had almost no time to react, and besides she easily accommodated the intruder. A small, barely audible moan was all that escaped the restrained teen. It was instantly pleasurable, which was a huge change from the experiments so far. It made her think again of the loss of her hymen.
"The cunt barely even noticed that one. Watch the cunt class, you can already see the dildo beginning to slip out. This is due to the terribly lax muscles that the cunt possesses. The cunt wants the dildo inside but is unable to hold it in. Through training the cunt will soon be able to ensure that any object placed within is held inside. It is a good example of how the training helps a slut's body achieve the slut's desires."
As Miss Rice was speaking the dildo was slowly emerging from Sarah's pussy. She listened to her teacher and tried to tense the muscles in her belly, hoping to clench her pussy around the dildo and stop it from falling. She was trying her hardest to impress Miss Rice but despite her best efforts the dildo had continued to slip. Miss Rice pushed the slim phallus back into Sarah's pussy just as it was about to drop out, only to watch the shiny black cylinder once again slowly emerge from the pink folds of Sarah's cunt.
As the dildo emerged for the third time, Miss Rice snatched it out and handed it to Cox. The young girl quickly switched the larger dildo she was lubricating for the smaller one. She did not need to be told to clean it, obediently popping it into her mouth, removing the faint traces of the aroused schoolgirl's cream. Cox looked down between Sarah's legs as Miss Rice approached her spread pussy. She could see a smattering of cream on the lips around the entrance to Sarah's pussy. The dildo had only been in her pussy for a few moments and she had already produced the cream that she had become known for. This girl was a slut, Cox thought with a hint of disgust.
"Once you clean that place it on the tray and begin on the third dildo," commanded Miss Rice as she plunged the second, thicker and longer, dildo into Sarah's pussy.
This time the response was altogether different. Sarah groaned as the larger phallus opened her pussy. It did not hurt but it was momentarily uncomfortable. The transient discomfort was immediately replaced by an intensely pleasurable feeling. She had managed to calm down somewhat, after the clamps had been removed from her pussy, but the addition of a dildo deep inside her pussy served to help calm her even more.
She now knew what the sensation her teachers had mentioned, was like. She did feel contented having something in her pussy. The dildo once inside her just sat there, providing a pleasing sensation of being filled. Her pussy involuntarily squeezed the hard plastic sides of the dildo. Sarah realised her pussy was indeed trying to milk the fake cock, trying to get it to release the load of cum that it did not have. Sarah tried to take control and squeeze the dildo herself, but she could feel it slipping as she did so.
Miss Rice pushed the dildo back into her pussy, this time pushing it in further. Sarah grunted as almost the full length of the hard shaft rammed inside her. She had not realised the dildo had not been fully inserted. This time there was some pain as Miss Rice pulled the dildo out and then rammed it home again. Three more times this was done before the teacher was satisfied.
"Now class did you see how the initial length of the cunt accommodated the dildo but when the full length was inserted, a minor amount of pain was experienced. This was caused by the cunt stretching to accommodate the new length. A cunt will always attempt to stretch to allow any size. A cunt does not make judgements, it simply reacts to be filled and that reaction is to expand to allow it. The cunt in this regard is an excellent physical mirror to a slut's behaviour. A slut also adapts to any situation she is put in. The cunt has now adapted to the new length and width imposed upon it. Watch as I remove the dildo. Now who can tell me the difference between the reaction of the cunt to the first two dildos? Mitchell?"
"The cunt did not close as quickly with the bigger dildo Ma'am."
"Correct Mitchell, well spotted. After being filled so comprehensively the cunt is reticent to return to its former state. This is due partially to flesh being stretched and partially due to the muscle memory of the cunt. Class, once a cunt is stretched to accommodate larger objects, the muscles remember the most desirable configurations and attempt to replicate those on their own.
"Muscle memory is used by boxers to allow them to throw punches at an instinctive level. Through training and practice the muscles learn the movement and the boxer does not even have to think, his body instinctively reacts. A slut does the same with her cunt. Only a slut works hard to train her cunt to not only receive many different sizes of object but to also return to a dormant state, which is to move to the smallest and tightest configuration.
"See the cunt this time has no trouble at all in taking the full length of the dildo," observed Miss Rice as she again pushed the thick black tube all the way into Sarah's waiting pussy. The strapped-down schoolgirl groaned as she was filled, but this was an obvious groan of pleasure.
"Now for the third."
Cox swapped the even larger dildo for the one freshly removed from Sarah's pussy. The shaft that she now cleaned was much more noticeably covered in smears of white cream. She looked at her classmate strapped to the gynaecological chair. From her vantage point she could see only the lower half of the petite young girl: the slim legs strapped into the stirrups, the small pink pussy and tight ass that hung slightly off the edge of the table. Cox could just see enough of Sarah's body to make out the painfully tight belt that cinched the naked schoolgirl's waist so severely. The rest of her petite frame was lost behind the large TV screen that held a close-up view of the largest of the dildos being presented to the young girl’s vagina.
Cox stared at the screen as she continued to clean the dildo she had been given. She did not think consciously about it but she had begun to think of the cunt on the screen as something disassociated from Porter, her classmate. The fact that her body was hidden, her face was hidden, and she was never referred to had caused almost every girl in the class to focus on the screen as if they were seeing an instructional movie. The fact that the smallest and most delicate of their classmates was in the room with them, providing that footage, had been cleverly and insidiously removed from their consciousness.
Sarah tensed as the largest dildo of the lesson was slowly inserted into her pussy. This time each inch that penetrated was painful. It was an extremely strange sensation. As the dildo progressed inside her, the hurt travelled with it. As three and then four inches of the thick shaft entered, the entrance to her pussy no longer hurt. Miss Rice began to move the big dildo in and out of the young girl, inserting it a little further each time.
Now Sarah was confronted with a confusing sensation of pain mixed with pleasure as her pussy stretched painfully around the new intruder but was pleasured by it at the same time. She could feel the ecstasy building inside her sensitive tunnel. She let the pleasure wash over her but at the same time was hopeful that it would not progress too far. There was no way she could ask permission to come with the gag and mask that she wore. And there was no way that she felt she deserved it and did not want to be put in such an untenable position.
Sarah's breathing became shallow and ragged as she rode the wave of pleasure and pain. There were still small stabbing pains along the length of her vagina as her teacher forced the dildo ever deeper. With one final push Miss Rice seated the large shaft completely inside the young girl. She had pushed the dildo in past the plump labia, allowing the muscles of her pussy to draw it in and close around the intruder, hiding the black shaft from view.
"The cunt has accepted the entire dildo. That is two inches past the initial measurements for both width and length. The cunt, of course, is capable of taking much more but at this stage of your training the focus is on control. Now our last demonstration for the day deals with the pisshole and bladder. The pisshole, just as any other part of the cunt has quite wonderful properties. There is no real interest in stretching this hole, though we will demonstrate that it is possible for objects larger than expected to be accommodated. To finish the class we will work with the bladder. Not strictly a part of the cunt, but it is connected and it is important for a slut to be aware of her body.
"Cox, clean this last dildo and take your seat," directed the sultry teacher as she removed the last dildo where it had remained lodged in Sarah's cunt. Cox quickly cleaned the final phallus, eager to return to her seat and remove herself from the spotlight. She would gladly leave being the centre of attention to the other girls. Mitchell seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Porter and she hoped that they would take the lion's share in future lessons.
"As we have seen, the pisshole is quite capable of taking objects within itself. This can provide a unique and often pleasurable sensation but it is forbidden for a slut to play with her pisshole. This is the sole domain of her owner. The slut does not have the necessary expertise to deal with such delicate procedures. The sound that I shall use today is one that is considerably larger than the one previously used on the cunt."
Miss Rice collected her instruments as she spoke. Sarah dreaded the coming procedure. The pain she had felt the last time she had been sounded was minimal, it had been extremely uncomfortable but hardly painful. It was the sheer degradation of it that affected Sarah so intensely.
As a slut she knew that her pussy and mouth were made to be used. She could even accept that the use of her ass to bring pleasure to her superiors was an integral part of who she was but she was sure that her wee wee was not designed for this. She was fearful of the effect of such unnatural activity. But Miss Rice talked about it as if it was something common in the life of a slut. Sarah had trouble imagining it.
The bound schoolgirl closed her eyes as her teacher approached her exposed pussy. A long metal needle projected from Miss Rice's delicate hand. Sarah could see the tip was rounded and smooth and slightly larger than the rest of the shaft. The head of the sound glistened in the lights, indicating to the young girl that some kind of lubricant had already been applied. She was prepared for the insertion of the probe as Miss Rice spread her labia with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.
Now that the tiny hole was exposed, her teacher placed the tip of the metal sound at the entrance of the schoolgirl's urethra and inserted it slowly and without pause. Sarah had an immediate and intense need to pee which she clamped down with instant fervour. The slight stinging sensation as the metal probe continued to move inside her was uncomfortable but not painful. She squirmed as the unnatural intruder was pulled in and out of her most delicate of holes, her captive body barely moving on the sweat-slick plastic surface. Miss Rice proceeded to fuck Sarah gently for almost a minute before plunging the probe deep inside her and leaving it there.
"Now class, the sound currently being used is a still considered a small sound. Of course it is much larger than anything this cunt has experienced but this lesson is not about experience, it is about demonstrating potential. Next a medium sound, three sizes larger will be inserted. Then we can move on to the bladder."
Sarah's eyes widened in fear at the mention of the larger sound. She already felt as if she was full to bursting in her wee wee, how could she take something three times as big, especially as her body was not used to this kind of perversion. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to see the new device that would soon be forced into her. She could still feel the current probe along the length of her urethra, something about which she could do nothing. She had experimented just a little with the muscles of her belly and cunt but she could not dislodge the metal shaft.
A moment before Miss Rice removed the current sound in one smooth movement, Sarah caught a glimpse of the probe that was to be inserted inside her, to prove how flexible a cunt could be. To the terrified girl it seemed to be the width of a pencil. Sarah tried to move within her strict restraints but could do little more than tense her muscles. She had tried very hard to make sure she didn't let any pee out when Miss Rice removed the previous sound. Not only did she know she would get in trouble for making a mess, and no doubt then be forced to clean it up, but more importantly she had not been given permission to pee.
Sarah's body trembled as the cool metal head of the larger sound touched the entrance of her urethra. There was no way this was going to go into her as smoothly as the last. She pulled her muscles taut within their restraints and waited for the pain to come. She did not wait long as Miss Rice wasted no time upon the insertion. An intense burning sensation began the instant the tip of the metal shaft forced it's way inside her smallest and most delicate of holes. The burning quickly became painful as her hole was stretched by the solid probe. Sarah knew that her wee wee was only ever meant to conduct liquid, the very idea of a something solid inside her was painful.
Sarah squealed into the strict gag as the metal insert was forced further inside her, moving inexorably and slowly down the short length of her pisshole. Sarah's toes curled as she was stretched, making her feel as if she was being ripped open. After what felt like an hour of torture Miss Rice stepped away from Sarah's cunt, leaving behind a further six inches of the metal sound protruding from the young girl's vulnerable sex.
"Now class, you can all see how distended the pisshole has become. Today we have used a medium sound just to demonstrate the ability of the cunt. In future lessons we will explore even further the limits to which a trained cunt can be subjected. Of course an untrained cunt can still take the largest of sounds but not without some repercussions which would affect the training schedule we have worked so hard to put in place for you sluts.
"The final few minutes of this lesson will be used to demonstrate the characteristics of a slut's bladder. First a catheter will be inserted into the pisshole. This device will be inserted all the way into the bladder where it will be held in place by means of a small balloon, very similar to those attached to your enemas. We will then drain the bladder and then refill it. Understanding the way your bladder works and the volume it can hold is important. A slut should ensure her bladder is never completely empty as it is not known when she will be called upon to piss on command.
"First things first, we need to remove the sound. Even after such a short time the cunt has become attuned to the opening of her pisshole. It is not as natural a tendency for a slut to which for her pisshole to be filled, as it is not one of her three slut-holes, but certain sluts have been known to adopt it as a fourth hole."
Tears coursed down Sarah's face as she listened to Miss Rice teach the class. She was sure she would not be one of the slut's who felt her wee wee was her fourth slut-hole. Sarah hated the feeling of her urethra being filled by the solid probe. The pain had indeed subsided, as Miss Rice had mentioned, however the intense discomfort and constant need to pee was far from a pleasant experience. She couldn't even countenance what the catheter and filling of her bladder would feel like. It would be yet another new experience that would broaden her horizons and provide increasingly perverse fuel for her imagination.
Sarah clenched her muscles tightly as Miss Rice slowly extracted the sound. An amazing sense of relief swept over the prostrate schoolgirl. Her whole body relaxed in her restraints as her body was once again free of any foreign objects. She had not even thought to include the penis gag that filled her mouth. It had quickly come to feel as if it belonged there.
Miss Rice was all business as she inserted the catheter inside Sarah, interrupting the brief interlude of peace the abused schoolgirl had been enjoying. The catheter was smaller than the last sound and it was made of a flexible plastic tubing. It felt so different to the hard metal sound. To Sarah's surprise and chagrin, she discovered she preferred the sensation of the unforgiving metal. Perhaps it was because the sound had not penetrated into her bladder, something which had made the prone teenager squirm once it had been seated and the balloon inflated.
For a moment Sarah actually felt as if she was peeing and was mortified at the thought that she had failed her teacher and accrued further punishment. When the sensation passed she realised it had simply been the catheter entering her bladder. Nothing could have escaped around the plastic tubing.
"Draining a bladder is an easy procedure. We shall drain this bladder completely. Then it will be filled with 600 mL of a saline solution," said Miss Rice as she twisted a small tube at the end of the catheter that dangled between Sarah's legs.
She heard the tell-tale sound of water being poured into a metal bowl and knew that her bladder was being emptied without her input. Sarah could not have foreseen how degrading the process would be. A natural function of had been taken away from her. She had literally no control of her body any longer. She knew that as a possession she had no control over her destiny or the acts she was forced to perform but having no control over her bodily functions was a loss of freedom so complete that it left the overwhelmed schoolgirl in a daze.
Sarah heard Miss Rice speak as if from another room and tried desperately to orient herself and bring her focus back into the present. As the urine continued to flow out of her body without her consent or participation she mused to herself that she was now even more well equipped to deal with her training and her new life, knowing as she did that everything could be taken from her, even control of the most mundane functions of her body. She would no longer take anything for granted. If she wanted to wee wee it was now at the mercy of her superiors, she was aware of this even more so than she had been when she knew simple permission was required.
Sarah's full attention was snapped back to Miss Rice as she heard her mention the beginning of the next, and final, demonstration of the class. She chided herself for losing focus at all, it was important for her to pay attention to each and every word, each and every movement of her teachers in each and every class she had.
"Of course every slut’s bladder is different but generally they can hold between 600mL and 800mL. In the coming weeks these measurements will be taken for each of you and added to your files. For now we will see how a bladder can easily take 600mL. Yes, it does look like a lot," added Miss Rice as she saw the incredulous expressions from the class as she lifted the large syringe from the trolley.
Sarah desperately tried to see but the large TV lowered down across her belly, and Miss Rice's body, obstructed any view she might have had of the amount of liquid due to be pumped into her. She tried to take a number of deep breaths to calm herself down, attempting to prepare herself in some small way for the coming ordeal. That however was easier said than done. The painfully tight belt around her waist, the gag filling her mouth and the copious amounts of mucus congealing in her nose made even shallow breaths a chore.
Sarah's entire body went rigid as she felt the first trickle of liquid back into her empty bladder. It had been a welcome feeling to have her bladder empty as she had needed to pee for some time. Now not only would she feel that way again but from the way Miss Rice was talking she would be filled even more than normal.
The sensation of having her bladder slowly filled was one that made Sarah squirm, both physically and mentally. She could think of nothing more unnatural than what was being done to her now. The weird feeling of being filled continued without respite as Miss Rice kept a steady and insistent pressure on the plunger. Sarah tried to keep track of the time by counting but as she reached 20 Mississippi, she momentarily lost track as the sensation moved from discomfort to pain. Sarah moaned into her gag as she felt her bladder continue to inflate with liquid, helpless to do anything to stop it.
"Now class the bladder has taken 600 ml. We cannot say that it is full as we are as yet unaware of this particular bladder's limit. What we can say is that the bladder definitely feels full to the slut. Do not worry however, all of you will have a chance to experience this in the coming weeks. There is no need to be jealous of the specimen we have used in today's lesson. Before I remove the catheter, are there any questions?"
Miss Rice looked around the class expectantly. None of the schoolgirls would meet their teacher's gaze, instead focusing on the large-screen TV where their classmate’s pussy was displayed prominently, the yellow catheter tube still protruding from her cunt, swinging slightly between her widespread legs. Sarah lay there awaiting what was to come, curious to know what questions her classmates had about what had just been done to her. She was aware of how questions from the other girls helped her immensely, as they could not only see what was being done but also they had the ability to speak. A privilege that had been removed from her by the large gag and mask.
"Well then. No questions, I look forward to each and every one of you achieving 100% on all testing for this component. You will all sit quietly while the equipment is cleaned and contemplate what you learnt during this lesson. This is the last lesson for today. Once dismissed you are to proceed to Miss Watson's class to makeup the four minutes you wasted during her lesson."
With that Miss Rice turned away from the class and began packing up the apparatus used in the lesson. First was the removal of the catheter from Sarah's pussy, something for which Sarah was grateful even though it left her with a strong need to relieve herself, feeling as full as she did. She felt proud that she had not let any pee escape when the catheter was removed. Once the TV was raised Sarah knew she was finally to be released from the gynaecological chair. She had her first chance to see her classmates in more than an hour and her eyes immediately sought those of her friends: Murphy and Mitchell.
Both girls were looking intently at Sarah. Their expressions were blank but Sarah could tell from their eyes alone that they were there for her, they were sending all their strength to her. Once she had known she was to be released, finally, she had calmed down but now, after seeing her friends, Sarah relaxed into her bondage. She knew she must look terrible: her hair loose and drenched in sweat, plastered to the sides of her face; her eyes red and swollen; her nose oozing slime; her body glistening with sweat; her legs spread wide showing off her abused pussy - lord only knew what it looked like after that lesson of prodding, poking and stretching.
Sarah let her focus drift away from her friends to watch Miss Rice pack away the equipment she had used during the lesson. Sarah could see little as Miss Rice worked off to her side, but the myriad small noises made it clear to Sarah that she would be seen to at the very last. So it seemed not only was she simply a piece of equipment that had been used but she was the least important as well. After what seemed an eternity Miss Rice finally approached the prone girl.
Sarah had used the time wisely. She had thought back over the lesson and tried to put her experience in perspective. It had not been an enjoyable experience but she was glad that she had been allowed to remain the demonstration slut for lessons on the pussy. No doubt when it came to other body parts another girl would be chosen and Sarah would have the opportunity to observe one of Miss Rice's lessons, which she was sure were invaluable for their training.
One thing Sarah had not realised was that it was not only her classmates that had taken a further step towards thinking of their bodies not as their own but as a simple collections of tools, just like any craftsman may have. Learning that their cunts, or tits or mouths, were no different from a carpenter's hammer or a mechanic's wrench was a critical step in each slut's training and when the lessons were learnt subtly and indirectly, they were all the stronger for it. The disconnection from the activity caused by her inability to see and the constant referral to the body part only had caused Sarah to almost start thinking of her pussy as 'the cunt' and not as her cunt.
She followed Miss Rice with her eyes as each of the restraints on her legs were unfastened, correctly keeping her legs in the stirrups, awaiting permission to move. She had quickly learned that being able to do a thing did not mean that she should. The straps fastening her belt to the chair were then removed, followed by the Velcro cuffs holding her wrists bent high behind her. She still had not moved a muscle, besides attempting to keep her teacher's sensuous body in her sights.
"Stand," commanded Miss Rice, her first spoken words in more than five minutes.
Sarah tried to jump off the chair, attempting to comply as fast as she could. The moment she moved her arms, an intense sensation flooded through her limbs. The debilitating tingling of pins and needles pulsed throughout her arms and legs and she almost collapsed to the floor as she tried to support herself. Her thighs quivered as she stood at attention, the muscles unused to being so close together after being spread so severely for so long. The thick belt, fastened so strictly around her small waist had been uncomfortable as she reclined in the chair, but now, standing upright, the tightly cinched band of leather sent pulsating spikes of agony throughout her slim frame. Her waist was reduced to tiny, unnatural proportions and each breath caused her considerable pain.
Miss Rice moved behind Sarah as the miserable teenager panted raggedly. The diminutive schoolgirl could feel the straps that fastened the gag and mask across her lower face become loose. She tried not to cringe as a strap and buckle come to rest on each of her shoulders and the large strap that split her face and travelled over her nose and forehead flopped down in front of her face. The gag was no longer fastened but Sarah stood still, not daring to remove the large intruder from her mouth.
"Remove the gag and clean it," commanded Miss Rice.
Sarah reached up with both hands and gently removed the gag from her mouth. As she lifted the dildo away from her face, she kept her mouth open, and surveyed the black leather mask that had covered the lower half of her face. The shiny black surface was liberally coated in a veneer of her mucus. Fresh tears came unbidden to Sarah's eyes at the thought of licking her own snot from the item.
"Stop," snapped Miss Rice. "Class we are witnessing an excellent example of a slut's desire to seek the comfort of having her holes filled. This slut has had her mouth substantially filled for more than an hour and upon its removal she laments its absence, keeping her mouth open in the selfish hope that it will quickly be refilled. Watch as your classmate cleans her mess and contemplate whether she deserves to have her wish fulfilled. Continue."
Sarah finally closed her mouth, her jaw aching as she did so. She had felt at ease with the penis gag filling her mouth, that was true, but she feared that her mouth had stayed open more due to the ache in her jaw than her sadness at its removal. She tried not to think more of it as she bent to the task set her. She quickly began licking the sticky slime from the gag's surface. The taste was not terribly bad, a bland flavour that was almost no taste at all, it was the mere thought of what she was doing that made Sarah gag slightly as her tongue roved across the ooze-covered surface.
Small salty tears trickled down her cheeks as she removed all trace of her mucus from the gag. She had cleaned up her own spit and even the juice from her pussy, neither of which she had any trouble with, feeling as she did that they were natural fluids a slut was expected to consume. She tried not to think of the looks of disgust on her classmates faces and tried to inject more enthusiasm to her task. She knew it was important to perform a task well to please her superiors and in turn receive fulfilment.
She finished her cleaning, small moans accompanying each lick. The sounds were inescapably ones of pleasure, though she gained no enjoyment from her act, and Sarah knew that while she may have been pleasing Miss Rice, she was no doubt simultaneously earning the revulsion of her fellow students. She knew what was more important and she truly didn't know why she felt such a strong need to be accepted and liked by her classmates. It was a slut's duty to serve and please her superiors, nothing else mattered. It was a clear indication she had a long way to go in her training.
Once she had scrutinised the gag and mask, confident she had cleaned it thoroughly, Sarah held it in her outstretched palms and awaited further instruction. her legs still trembled and her arms still ached but once her task was complete all Sarah could think of was the stiff leather belt that restricted her breathing.
"Well Casta, does Porter deserve to have her mouth filled as she so clearly desires?"
"Yes Ma'am," the French schoolgirl replied, caught offguard by the unexpected question.
"Why?"
Casta hesitated, unsure of what to say. Did she dare to admit she had answered without thinking?
"Er, because she cleaned the gag well Ma'am."
"Casta it is a slut's duty to clean up any and all equipment. It is also a slut's duty to obey any order she is given. Do you think a slut deserves a reward for doing what is expected of her?"
"No Ma'am," replied the dejected teen, knowing she had failed.
"One infraction Casta. A slut does not speak unless she has something intelligent to say. Now does anyone else have an opinion? Yes Taylor."
"Yes Ma'am I think the slut deserves to have her mouth filled," the skinny teen replied confidently.
"Why?" queried Miss Rice, genuinely curious.
"She performed well during the lesson Ma'am."
"Wrong Taylor. Porter did nothing at all. Her cunt was utilised as a teaching aid. The only performing done during this lesson was done by me. One infraction for disrespect. Anyone else?"
Sarah looked at her classmates, none of whom would meet her gaze. It seemed that no one else was willing to incur an infraction attempting to answer the question.
"Well Porter it seems as if no one thinks you deserve to have your mouth filled. As we all know however, it is not a slut's concern to earn any reward. Service is reward enough. Your obvious enthusiasm for snot has not gone unnoticed however. All such predilictions are tracked and are always factors in determining rewards should a slut deserve one. That's right girls, a slut is indeed capable of deserving reward, rare though they may be."
As she finished speaking the bell rang, leaving Sarah's thoughts whirling around the locus of one terrible fact. Her eagerness to please her teacher had been interpreted as a desire to eat the discharge from her nose. There was no way she could contradict Miss Rice and the poor schoolgirl dreaded what this could mean for her future. She remained standing at attention, presenting the gag, as the class was dismissed and quickly filed out of the room, obediently following the protocol of thanking their teacher, curtsying and scanning their tags as they left the room. Sarah was worried that she had not left with the other girls. She had a detention to go to an she was already worried about what that would be, to be late would be disastrous.
"Well Porter, now you have a detention to attend, after which you will report to Miss Watson for catch-up. If you have any questions about the class I suggest you file them away to ask at a more appropriate time. I know you wish to have that gag reinserted but it was not meant to be. Get dressed."
Sarah jumped to get dressed the moment Miss Rice relieved her of the gag. The thick leather belt remained strapped around her waist, constricting her belly in a most hellish manner. Sarah tried to move as quickly and gracefully as she could but her movements were hampered by the pain each motion caused. A sharp stab of pain shot through her middle as she bent over and slid her tiny panties up her legs. The rest of her uniform went on without a problem and Sarah was soon standing at attention, once more fully dressed, the belt hidden beneath her blouse.
"Dismissed," said Miss Rice casually.
"Thank you for the lesson Ma'am and thank you for the chance to be used for your lesson," said Sarah, keen to impress her sincerity upon her teacher.
"Did you enjoy the lesson?"
"I enjoyed the chance to serve Ma'am."
"You have promise Porter but you do have an attitude problem don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"I hope to see great improvements in your behaviour. Improvements so your attitude matches the responsiveness of your body. Your instincts are strong, listen to them. But be mindful of that cunt, never lose sight of what it, and indeed all of your holes, are for."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Now leave. I believe a location has been designated for you to report to at the beginning of each free period. Go there now and await your handler."
Sarah curtsied politely and scurried from the room, pausing only to scan her tag. She headed directly for the small room her handler had organised for her, quickly finding the door marked IV and stepping inside. She tentatively closed the door behind her and picked up the heavy padlock from the floor. She hesitated for but a moment before stepping forward and clipping the chunky black lock through the ring on the wall and the ring on her collar, locking herself in place. The anxious schoolgirl stood at attention, her breasts brushing against the wall in front of her, face was held two inches from the wall and her eyes quickly lost focus on the blank grey walls of her prison. Less than a minute had passed when the bright, stringent light above her blinked off, plunging the small room into darkness. Sarah jerked in her restraints, surprised by the sudden loss of sight.
Her body remained still, at strict attention, but her mind whirled. She had never really been claustrophobic and being in the small room, chained to one wall, had not bothered her too much when she had been able to see so why had she begun to panic? After all she had only been able to see a tiny patch of grey wall, it wasn't as if she was missing any breathtaking vista. No matter how hard Sarah tried to justify her situation she could not prevent the feelings of despair from growing. Thoughts of being abandoned in the dark, forgotten and left to starve assailed her vulnerable mind.
After what felt like an hour in the midnight purgatory Sarah heard the door click, the soft noise of the handle turning in the metal door magnified in the darkness and felt deafening to the young schoolgirl. She jumped and almost bumped her nose against the wall in front of her as the door creaked as it opened, the harsh metallic noise grinding against the young girl’s fragile state of mind. The room flooded with light as the bulb in the ceiling above burst into life.
"One minute, twenty-three seconds. The bell for class rang five minutes ago Porter. Where have you been?"
"Miss Rice kept me after class to talk Miss," Sarah replied, her mind spinning. One minute! She was certain she had been locked in the room in darkness for ten minutes at least. How could she possibly have lost track of time so quickly?
"You have two minutes to be present in the holding cell. No class you attend is more than two minutes away. For each 30 second period you are late you will be punished. How many punishments have you incurred?"
"Um three Miss," Sarah replied having trouble getting her brain to function.
"Incorrect, you have earned four. You will receive these after your detention," her handler informed her as she unlocked the schoolgirl from the wall.
Sarah was handed the opened padlock as the older girl stepped out of the tiny room. She clasped the lock tightly behind her back, not moving from her position, still facing the drab wall of the cell.
"Place the lock on the floor as you exit the room backwards. This is how you will exit the holding cell," commanded Miss Harper.
Sarah obediently stepped backwards, finding the movement awkward in her high heels. She had begun to master walking in them but backwards was something new. Two steps took her to the entrance to the tiny room. She bent at the waist, sending intense spears of pain from her belly deep into her chest and gently placed the padlock in the centre of the floor, exactly as she had found it and instinctively moved back to attention.
"Follow."
Sarah turned and followed her handler, remaining two paces behind and to the left of the elder Harkwood student. Miss Harper was not cold exactly, she was simply wasting no time on niceties. Sarah knew that this was the way their relationship would be from this point forward. She had disappointed and shamed her handler with her poor behaviour and she knew that Miss Harper was going to be as hard on her as any of her teachers. She knew she would only benefit from the extra training and discipline, but a small part of her still hoped that by behaving and improving she could repair her relationship with the older girl and make her proud of her.
"Room 17," said Miss Harper.
Sarah looked at the door before her. It was a nondescript metal door, almost identical to that of her holding cell. The only difference was the label on the door. Small bronze letters were screwed individually into the door's surface: XVII.
"Detention time," stated Miss Harper sternly. It sounded to Sarah as if she was passing sentence upon her. The trembling schoolgir stared fearfully at the door as Miss Harper reached out and grasped the handle.
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