Her ass puckered and pushed against the dildo, only furthering to alleviate its entrance. "AH!" she gasped, mouth falling open as it slid into her. Her cunt squelched out from, a clear creamy between her thighs. The scent permeated the air, injecting the area with her lust. The wriggling was doing so much . . .yes, she needed to get this out of her system.

The sight of the 'cock' in front of only seemed to encourage her, her mouth opening lewdly for its entry, lips lapping up and jaw parting for its taste.

The assault went on relentlessly. Wraith intended to make Narrisa cum before making his appearance, so she could realize it was more or less him that made her succumb to her lustful desires. He wanted to see her reaction when she realized she was enjoying something a monster was doing to her. To push her over the edge, he had the vibrators go up to full power.

Her mind raced in torrent with arousal, her thoughts knowing some was off, but her body not caring to bother with the knowledge. She allowed the cock to enter her, her lips and tongue working hungrily against it, lapping, slurping with a confidence she dare not realize in her conscious thoughts. She flexed her limbs against her restraints, suddenly aroused more in knowing they were successful. Nothing was going to stop her from enjoying this...not even herself!!

That thought drove her on as her naked body rode the toys, her pussy lips swelling with arousal more and more. Nothing was stopping her. There was no shqame...she was free to this climax without judgment or predjudice of her old life. The thought came with a slam! Bringing her to her orgasm as she screamed into the cock, her ass and pussy clenching the toys with a vice cum.

As Narrisa lays there recovering from her orgasm, she could hear a voice start laughing somewhere. It echoed and was impossible to tell where it was coming from. Then it spoke to her. "Very nice, Narrisa. It's so gratifying to see girls cum so hard from my work. I do appreciate it." Suddenly, a creature appearing to be nothing more than a tattered floating cloak appears out of nowhere. The face under the hood was dark, so she couldn't even make out any eyes, but she could feel the dark nature from its presence. "I am Wraith, and I was the one controlling all those toys."

The woman froze in her restraints, the bounds pulling her more open to this new voice. She could feel cold sweat dripping from her sides, following her soft and smooth curves down her sides. It teased, almost mocked, it sounded, as she looked around for the source of the voice. There, in front of her. As the backdrop of her clear blue sky dream began to dim, as if the color was being drained and darkened, so appeared a figure in front of her, her from like a feast to its eyes as she gasped at this unwelcomed apparition.

"Wr-wraith? Controlling my dreams .. no . . . no, I'm just dreaming," she gulped, dropping her head back, closing her eyes and reopening them. "This is just a bad dream. Too much stress from the tests coming up," she tried to convince herself. But even so, she could feel the stilled toys, feel the tickle of the grass beneath her flit around her sides as the wind began to pick up, like the advent of a storm.

"You really think so? Let's just see, shall we?" Wraith said before disappearing then changing the scene of Narrisa's dream. Now she was in one of her classes fully clothed. The teacher is just passing out some papers to each student, explaining the usual rules of a test such as no cheating and pencils down means pencils down. After giving out the last sheet, the teacher then adds that those who fail this test have a special punishment in store them, then tells everyone to begin.

OOC: Figured this would be a good way to humiliate her further, even if only in her dreams.

The woman blinked, confused. The scenery changed, leaving nothing but her back in her classes.

'Was . . . Was I daydreaming?' She looked around for anyone to answer, but it seemed no one had caught her dozing off. Which could be a good thing. Good, if she knew what test this was for. 'Ok, Narrisa, think-think.' Looking down at the paper, the words seemed to be hard to read, nothing flowing easily. But her eyes scanned regardless, not yet getting the hang of it as she tried to find what subject it was.

Much like any dream, the words were difficult if not impossible to make out. And even though they were all multiple answer questions, the answers were also hard to read. So it was impossible for her to even know what subject she was in. One thing was for sure though, the other students seemed to be having no problems with their tests and the clock was ticking. If Narrisa didn't start, she would fail anyway.

Narrisa fingers itched for her earlobe, to rub, to soothe as she worried over her bottom lip. The test made nonsense to her, but to the hands and faces of the other students, it seemed as if it was a piece of cake. She quipped an eye to the side, snatching it back just as quickly as she saw the other student's pencil moving. She shouldn't need to cheat. She was great at her studies, excellent, even.

But as the time ticked by, it seemed to grow louder with every tick and deeper with every tock as the test made less and less sense. If she didn't do something soon, she would fail. Her fingers found her lobe, soon tugging at it gently, forgetting what she was trying to prevent herself from doing.

'Maybe just a peek.' Just one answer to get the ball rolling and everything else should fall into place. BRown eyes looked over to a nondescript student to her right, trying to find the answer bubble she had drew in.

It was as if the teacher was anticipating her actions. He was standing behind her watching her peeking at another student's paper, then suddenly takes Narrisa's test and gives it an automatic zero. He takes hold of her ear and drags her up to the front as the students only glance, too busy doing their tests to watch. The teacher tells her to remove her clothes then bend over on his desk. Before Narrisa can even protest, her clothes are already gone and she's forced down onto the desk. "You'll get your punishment as soon as the test is over." He says to her.

Narrisa looked up, gasping silently as she see's the giant red mark. 0, zero! Before she could so much as stutter, she was snatched up, whimpering as she walked awakardly to the front. "No! I wasn't, really!" she tried to convince, walking with the tugged ear as she groaned pathetically.

Remove my clothes? She felt her face grow beet red, her clothes already on the floor. 'NO!' She screamed in he rmind, bending over on the table, on display, feeling her body grow all the more aware of the surface of the table, realizing she was naked in front of so many. "Please, I'm sorry," she whispered, looking back at the teacher, her round ass shifting in their view as her breast molded to the surface of the table.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, wondering of just how bad the other girls could see, fearing when each student would be done that she would be here still, fearing the end when her punishment would start.

Several minutes pass before the test is finally over. After collecting the papers from the other students, he opens his desk drawer and takes out a paddle with holes drilled into it. He shows it to Narrisa before moving behind her and giving her ass a good swat. "Cheating on tests will not be tolerated, no matter what grade you're in."

She gulped watching as he torturously handled the test at his own pace, collecting the papers, eyes watching as he moves over to the drawer. "A . . .paddle?" AS much as she wanted to move out of the way, as much as she wanted to run, even leaving the desk was going to be more revealing, keeping herself flat against the table.

The size sent trembles through her form, making goosbumps form. She squeaked, the swat sending her into a nervous paralysis. She couldn't move. "Please! I'm sorry! I wont do it again, I swear!" she spattered, gripping the edge of the desk. Her ass gave a pleasant jiggle as it came back from the paddle.

He gives her another, ignoring her pleas. After giving her a few more swats, he calls the other students up one at a time. They each get to give Narrisa up to ten swats. The one student though takes this a step further and starts to rub her pussy between each swat.

Narissa quivers as each woman takes their turn, flattening her face against the surface of the. Desk. Each swat is different, yet gets a whimper out of her lips as they vary in strength. Some go for a more sting on her ass, bringing a hiss between her teeth, while others go for a more solid swing, knocking the wind out of her.

By the time the last student was walking to her, her ass felt abuzz in warm glow, her fingertips half clawing into the wooden desk beneath her. Her breath was fluttered with a ragged quality, having to swipe her plumpl lip with her tongue to keep it from chapping.

Its just the last student, she readied herself with that thought, the other woman taking the paddle nimbly between her palms. One thing Narissa was having trouble understanding was why each girl's face seemed...nondescript.between several, they seemed identical, while others seemed more foggy. Only the clarity of the hands and paddle came through to her.

She gasped, the paddle had came down without her realizing, giving a quick shudder to her unprepared, round ass. But what came next sent her knees shaking, feeling a smoothness gliding between her lip."ah..ahm..no...polease," she quaked,toes curling in as she tried not to fall. She slid back up on ghedesk a lil, offering up a better balance and a higher ass. Already her snatch was soaking in its own nectar, now the sweetness glide in her inner thighs, stirred.