"B...but....you can't....just take that...." Squirming in her bonds, part of her still fights against these strange new desires even as her body does its best to betray her. Her sex grips at the fingers that invade it, urging them in deeper, inviting the digits to her seal and begging her to break it and quench the fire deep within. She whimpers with need as the fingers slide their way deeper into her, quivering for her mysterious mistress...assailant! Even as she makes the correction in her thoughts, she wonders why she's bothering; tied up like this, bound and unable to move and at the mercy of this woman; it's the sort of thing she's idly thought of for some time, though never had the courage to try and had certainly never admitted it to anyone else. She has no clue who this woman is or how she knows about Lacey's secret daydreams, but the redhead can't lie to herself that this holds a certain appeal for her...

She quivers in her bonds as the woman's words dance tantalizingly through her mind. "F...or...ever....?" She whispers to herself, thinking about it. She has no clue how long she's been here already, but in whatever time has passed, she's been made dripping wet and teased further along than ever before. Even when she touches herself, she doesn't take herself this high....and all this is just a warmup exercise to this woman, she's certain. What would it be like to give in, to accept something like this every day and night, as the woman promises? Her body clenches tighter with the though. "P...please...I...I can't....I want..." She shudders, moaning as her mistress' assault continues anew, deft fingers teasing her cunny, refusing to go any further than her seal and leaving her yearning for it. She cries out in bliss as her body is tormented with paddle and clamps, offering her breasts and ass to this woman to do with as she pleases. "Don't stop..." She whispers heatedly, blushing furiously even though she's so far beyond shame now that the word barely holds any meaning "I'll be...I'll be a good slave...so please don't stop...mistress..." She breathes the words, shuddering with pleasure, sobbing with pain, tears streaking down her face, cheeks flushed with her need.

In class, her ragged breaths are laced with moans and gasps as her hips pick up speed against her chair. Soaked like never before and unaware of what's going on around her, she doesn't hear the giggles or see the stares of her classmates; her mind is entirely focused on what's going on within, now. This intense nightmare fiction that promises to give way to a dream come true is her whole world, the only thing that matters, as she gives herself over to the woman, her mistress.

"Mmm that's my good girl. I suppose I can give you your reward now." The woman leaves Lacey's side for a moment, then she suddenly feels something press against her pussy lips. It was hard and long like a cock, but it certainly didn't feel like one. Which meant it must be a sex toy. Lacey's captor presses against her back and whispers into her ear, "It's a strapon. Are you ready?" When Lacey would nod, she slowly pushes the toy into her sex eventually reaching that barrier. She pulls back a bit for one good thrust then...

Lacey would find herself back in the classrom, no longer being held captive and fully clothed. However, the way all the other girls were staring at her and her position made it quite clear she put on quite a show for them. Some of them stared at her in shock or disgust. Others giggled and teased her, comparing her to a bitch in heat.

She whimpers sadly as the fingers leave her, wondering if maybe she's said the wrong thing. Wait...her reward...? She gasps as she feels something slide up against her mound, pushing at the lips and edging against her clitty. Lacey's hips grind back against the thing, and she comes into contact with her mistress' soft, warm body. Arms go around Lacey's hips as her mistress embraces her from behind, luscious soft body pressing against her back. She quivers at the delicious feel of the woman's flesh against her, unable to hold back a soft sigh of delight as her mistress purrs softly into her ear, telling her what's about to happen. "Yesss...please, yes...I'm so very ready..." She feels her mistress drawing back, the tip poised to pierce her virginal flower. Lacey arches her back, urging her mistress in, her body begging for this. She feels tension in the woman's hips, knows that the deflowering stroke is on its way, her body clenching in excitement as her classmates stare at her--

Classmates?

She can see them...the classroom? But where....she looks around. There's no sign of her being bound or nude...she's back again? "No..." She whispers to herself, half-whining that she's been cheated of the promised reward, half-horrified as she realizes what the looks and whispers and giggles of the other girls around her means; she's been found out. She can feel the fire of her lust deep within, furious that it hasn't been sated, and she realizes that the only thing here that's the same as her dream is her wetness and the aching desire of her body. Her face burns with embarrassment and shame as she hears the other girls speaking about her, whispered conversations about what a slut she must be, how dirty she is...She winces at the loud call that it must have been a hell of a dream. Staring at her feet, her shame forming a lead weight in her tummy, she stands quickly. "I'm...I'm sorry...I think...I have to....I should leave." She turns and starts to leave, as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to hide from the world and never be heard from again.

Two of the girls get up and grab Lacey by her arms and pull her to the teacher's desk. Others pull off her clothes before they have her lay on the desk face down and keep her pinned. "You're not going anywhere just yet. Since you're going to act like such a horny slut in class, we'll just treat you like one." The girls then use ties and ribbons to bind her arms and legs to the desk and to blindfold her. "Heh, look how wet she got. She needs it so bad." One of them remarks as she lightly rubs her pussy. "Oh, I have an idea for a game. Anyone have a hairbrush?" Another says. A brush is handed to her and she comes over to Lacey. "We're going to play a little game. All you have to do is guess the name of whoever is touching you. You get three guesses for each one of us. If you can get it right, we'll let you go. But if you give a wrong answer..." Lacey is then swatted with the backside of the hairbrush to demonstrate what happens when she guesses wrong. "So now, who's still playing with you right now?"

The door's right there, and she reaches for the handle to open it and step out...and is stopped cold by the hands that grip her arms, pulling her back. "What do you...what are you doing?" She asks, not wanting to be in the room with all those stares and all that laughter anymore, burning bright in her shame...and still very much arroused. She doesn't want to--

Lacey stiffens with shock as the girls rip open the front of her shirt, scattering buttons everywhere. The skirt follows suit, and she swiftly finds herself divested of underwear, all the clothing removed from her athletic form in the blink of an eye. "What are you thinking?!" She cries out as she's forced down onto a nearby table, facedown, and quickly strapped to it with ties and ribbons. Her eyes bound again, her body gives a twitch as she realizes her position is similar to her daydream...except now it's happening here, in class! "W...wait! I mean...that wasn't...it's not like I'm like this on purpose! It just sort of...Ooooohh!" She stops talking, her breath rushing out in a moan as one of her classmates strokes her overheated sex. She can't help pushing her hips back towards that hand as it strokes her slit. "But....Ahh! Please...wait! I don't...I don't know..." She can't remember anyone's name in her class: it's only her first day! She hisses in pain and delight as she recieves a swat the tight curve of her ass from the hairbrush. That dark desire in her whispers that getting the names wrong might not be such a horrible thing, anyway...

"Please!" She whimpers. "I'm new...I...I don't know any of you yet! I don't know who's tou-...touching me right now..." She shivers, torn between wanting the fingers to continue, wanting the hairbrush again, and wanting to run and hide in her dorm room until everyone forgets she exists. Still broken and confused from her time trapped in her mind, she seems pitiful and far removed from the accomplished martial artist she is.

Lacey receives another swat to her ass. "Well guess anyway, or we'll do this in the hallway or outside where more can see or maybe even participate. Now, who's touching you?" The classmate says sternly. "Heh, I'm not sure, but I think she likes getting spanked too." Another girl says. "Just look at her. She's not really crying and she's still soaking wet. Looks like we might have a masochist in our class." The others murmur to each other; some in disgust and others in delight and wondering how else they can torture her.

"Ha--ahhh!" She gasps as the brush strikes her ass, giving her a similar stinging/tingling sensation to the riding crop the woman in her dream earlier had used...more humiliating than the thingle her body feels, though, is the way she has to fight the urge to push her backside out to them. She can't fight it for long however, as one of the other girls strokes her virgin mound and comments about how wet she is. She grinds her hips down towards that touch as best she can, bound though she may be. Her mind races in a thousand directions at once...how will she guess their names? Why is this happening to her? Why does she like it so much?

SHOULD she even answer the questions? Out in the hall, with even more people might be--no. That way lay madness. She shuddered and asserted some self-control...no matter how fleeting it seems to be. She tries to remember the girl's name; she'd caught a glimpse of her before they'd blindfolded her, and hadn't she asked the professor a question? What is her name?! Starts with...a K perhaps? "K...Katie...? Is it...MH! Is it Katie?" She doesn't hold out much hope, having not been around nearly long enough to know everyone's name yet.

Lacey's only partly awar of the fact that her hips are rolling in time to the girl's strokes, far more concerned with how warm she is, both inside and out...and that awful feeling of emptiness inside...all she can recall at this point is how close the dream woman had come to piercing her, and what an aching sense of loss the interruption of that dream had been...the fires still burn deep inside her, demanding satisfaction, and yet all they do is continue to tease her heated body, tormenting her...thoughts of what she should and shouldn't want, should and shouldn't do, flee before that terrible heat, and it's all she can do to keep from begging them to put the handle of that brush inside her, to beg them for sweet release...it feels like she's been on the edge for hours, unable to climax, and everytime she gets close someone pulls it further from her! It's a sweet and maddening torment, more terrible and lovely than any stinging slap to her backside could possibly be...though those aren't helping her to cool down either.

"Nope. Try again." The girl says as she delivers another swat to Lacey's rear end. Her fingers open her pussy lips and she licks at her exposed walls and clit. "Mmmm you're very tasty. We'll have to play this game more often. Don't you think?" She starts to press her tongue into her heated sex, but not by very much. They were all enjoying watching Lacey being torment with nonstop pure pleasure and bliss. "Does our little slut need to cum that badly?"

"Mmm-AAAh!" Lacey wails as the brush slaps against her ass again, heat and bliss washing over her as the pain bites into her. She can't help arching for the brush this time, offering her ass to her classmates shamelessly. She's beyond shame now; she wants. She needs. She tries so desperately to get the teasing fingers inside her. Her heart soars as she feels those same fingers spreading her open, her honeypot dripping for all to see. She stiffens and her breath catches in her lungs as a tongue darts inside, stroking against her walls, then down to flicker at her clitty, teasing the bud and stoking the fire inside her higher.

"Please...Oh GOD yes, please don't stop!" She cries out, begging for it, unable to stop, unwilling to stop. She drives her hips back towards that tongue, unable to get it deeper inside her but desperately wanting to. "Please...PLEASE don't stop! I need it...I need to cum!" Unable to see or move, having endured torment in her own mind in a dungeon, and now here...there's nothing for it. She's broken, and part of her knows it. Part of her revels in it; So long without knowing anything of carnal pleasure beyond her own fingers, and now she's drowning in it. Admitting what a state she's in, begging for release, beyond the sense of humiliation and embracing that slutty desire inside her...even tied down, Lacey's never felt as free as this in her life. She aches for their attention and isn't above begging as she is now. "Fuck me, please!"

"Oh, everyone hear that? She just wants us to keep using her. Maybe instead of letting her go, we should make her the class slave." The other students agree thinking of having a little slut like Lacey to torment was a great idea. "How are we going to fuck her though? Fingers are boring and we can't use the brush handle." The girl asks as she and others try to decide on that. At that moment, one student who appeared rather meek and shy steps forward. "Um, I have something for that..." She then lifts her skirt and shows a large cock bulging from under her panties. "Wow, I didn't know we had a hermaphrodite in the class. Okay hun, in that case you have the honor of breaking her in first." They clear a place for the girl as she takes off her panties then rubs her throbbing length against Lacey's soaked pussy. "Please be a good girl and take this..." She say just as she starts pushing inside her. That massive cock soon reaches the hymen and she gives a good hard thrust breaking through. "Oh god...she so tight..." She moan out enjoying the feeling of those walls clenching around her.

Lacey lays on the table, unable to catch her breath for the stifling feeling of heat inside her but trying desperately, panting and whimpering like a bitch in heat as her clasmates try to decide what to do with their pet. She doesn't care what they decide, what it means for her. No, right now she just wants everything they have to offer, everything they can do to feed the desires in her body. Put simply, she needs to cum. She makes her disagreement known through whimpers as the girls talk about how a hairbrush or fingers aren't going to get the job done; she doesn't care WHAT medium they use, she just wants to get off, can't they see? Apparently not...they don't even notice the noises their little class slut makes at the moment. If only she can find the words, she can tell them...

Wait! A hermaphrodite? Isn't that a girl with a...? Yes, and there it is! Stroking against her slit, teasing her as much as the fingers and tongue that came before had, making her body tighten at the mere thought of having it inside her. The virginal entrance to her sex squeezes tight as the beautiful, much-desired cock presses between her soaked netherlips, kissing the tip in greeting and urging it eagerly inside. Finally, Lacey finds her voice again as her hips buck back against the girl's thick, throbbing shaft. "I will! I'll be good, I promise...Please take me...please...fuck me! I need it so badly, want you insi- MMMNGHHHH!"

Full; that's the very first thing that registers on Lacey's mind. Her world goes white with sensation when her classmate pushes her thick, stiff shaft inside, forcing her way past Lacey's virgin seal. There's pain as the seal goes, a stinging and somewhere in her mind, a sense of loss...but the first thing that REALLY registers with her is how very full she is. The girl's love rod pierces deep inside her, stretching a tunnel that has never been stretched before around her, and Lacey can feel every throbbing inch as she does so, reaching into her very core and touching the source of that beautiful and terrible heat, fulfilling a desire she'd known only instinctually before. "GOD YESSSSS!" She hisses in triumph as she's filled, her hips rocking back against her classmate, newly deflowered cunt squeezing hungrily over her cock. "PLEASE don't stop!" She wails with need, shaking her hips to entice the girl. "Fuck me, please!" She sobs, the object of her desire inside her now, promising her that fulfilment she's yearned for so badly for what feels like ages since this all began.

The hermaphrodite happily obliges Lacey moving her cock in and out of her need cunt, gradually picking up speed as time goes on. She even gives her ass a couple of swats. "Such a naughty slut. And you know it too, don't you?" She asks starting to pound her harder feeling Lacey squeeze around her shaft. Another girl moves in front of Lacey pulling down her panties and lifting her skirt before pressing her own sex to Lacey's mouth. "Start pleasuring me slave. And you better give it your all."

"GOD YES! Don't stop don't, please don't, need it, need you, need mmmmmph!" She goes into a frenzy as she's filled, humping her hips back as best she can, desperation in every move, her body twitching as orgasm wrack her frame again and again, intensifying one after another. Her cries are cut off by the softness of another classmates sex pressed against her face, and she's only too happy to oblige, quivering at the thought that she's been taken as class slave. She breathes the other girl in, getting a deep breath of her sweet and slightly musky scent, so similar and yet so different from her own. Lacey's tongue slips out inexpertly, hesitant as she tastes another girl's snatch for the first time. The nectar that greets the tip of her questing tongue is sweet and tangy and immediately makes her seek more. She strokes her tongue up and down the girl's slit, trying to recall how it had felt when she herself had been licked earlier. She parts the lips and strokes her tongue against her classmate's entrance, pushing deep inside, then pulling back out and sliding to the top to flicker and swirl against the girl's clit.

All the while, Lacey's moans can be heard, muffled though they are by the other girl's cunny. They gain in pitch and volume as her hermaphrodite lover continues to take her from behind, enthusiastically pounding her hips against her slave's ass, shoving her thick love rod into Lacey's formerly virgin flower. Her channel grips hard over that wondrous shaft, greedy for every inch and unwilling to let go. She squeezes and caresses with her inner muscles as though trying to milk the girl inside her, her hips rolling with each thrust, trying to help her get as deep as possible. The fire within her body refuses to go out, wanting more and more, and even as her tight sex is abused, Lacey does everything she can to feed that hunger within herself. A good little slave, she licks and suckles as she's told to, reveling in the taste of one of her mistresses. An obedient little slut, she does all she can in taking another mistress deep into her body, urging her along her own path to bliss, only too pleased to be used by her classmates.

"She's practically pulling me in...so good..." The hermaphrodite says thrusting hard and deep into that tight cunt, feeling like she was already nearing her own climax. The other girls egg her on to cum inside Lacey. She was hesitant at first for obvious reason, but eventually the urge to fill up the little slut became too strong to resist. She pushes her cock in as deep as she could and moans out as she fills Lacey with her hot thick seed, pushing with each load. But if Lacey thought that was the end of it, she was sorely mistaken...or this cased, delightfully mistaken. Her hermaphrodite lover starts pounding into that needy pussy again, seeming to show no signs of slowing down or tiring.

Lacey's pussy eagerly swallows up all of the other girl's inches, welcoming that thick shaft into her tight and wet embrace, urging it not to leave by squeezing down tightly, repeating the process again and again as the girl pushes into Lacey with desire enough to match the redhead's own currently insatiable appetite. She imagines the sort of picture she must pain, sandwiched between the two girls as she is, being taken deep from behind, a thick cock driving into her tight wet sex with frenzied motions, her face buried between another girl's soft and warm thighs, tasting her sweetness from under her skirt, and the exquisite little redhead tied down to the table, stark naked between them, arching and humping, moaning like a bitch in heat. The image in her mind that her blindfolded eyes cannot see makes her cunny clench down hard on the shaft inside her, even as the other girls call to the hermaphrodite, telling her to cum and fill up the class slut.

She buries her tongue deep inside the girl before her, piercing as deeply as she can go and surrounding the pink muscle with the wonderful taste of another young and healthy girl's sex. Her nose rubs gently against the girl's clit while her tongue explores those pink depths, swirling around with more confidence than before, quickly getting a knack for what she's doing. Lacey's twitchy sex continues to squeeze and caress the hermaphrodite inside her...and it rewarded by thick and hot jets of the girl's cream gushing out inside her. So much of it, and all so warm...she humps back against the other girl's hips, helping her to get it all out inside of her, milking her for all she's worth even as she wonders what's next for her newly deflowered sex now that her current partner's shot her load....

Her eyes widen and she whimpers in surprise against the other girl's pussy as she feels her hermaphrodite lover pick up her pace again as though she hadn't just cum. She slides back out of Lacey's freshly abused pussy, spilling some of her hot seed down the redhead's slit and over her clit, making her buck hard as she drives back in. "MmmmMMMHHH!" Lacey wails against the flower on her lips, arching her hips up and back, embracing the herm's cock with renewed vigor. She can feel the thick, twitching shaft pumping into her even more fervently than before, mixing up her own seed and Lacey's juices inside the tight love tunnel, claiming her for herself and her class.