Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

You struggle and scream even as the department staff approaches you.  The fat dildo in your cunt is not only is making you wet, it is also keeping you from moving around on the sawhorse.  Your ankles are strapped to the legs of horse and your arms are tied behind your back.  And the ball gag keeps your screams to a muffled wail.

The Dean walks in front of the faculty and staff and stares into your trembling soul.  Your breathing is ragged and your heart pounds as if it is trying to escape while leaving your body to suffer the indignities that are its destiny.  He lifts your chin and smiles at you.  He then turn to address the throng around you.

“This slut has surrendered herself to me and Ms. Haven,” he booms to the anxious and horny crown.  You can see the lust in their eyes as they stare at you.  You want to cover yourself, but even the wetness of your cunt is exposed to their perverted gazes.

“She has shown us that her submission is true and without pretense,” continues the Dean.  “She is a wanton slave, and is equally adept in her oral, vaginal and anal skills.  She will accept every violation that we can devise.  And she will bear the pain of our lashes and the uses of her openings in the most stimulating ways.”

Your tears begin to stream as you realize that you are nothing but a fuck toy that can also be beaten and violated according to their whims.  You want to hold on to your defiance, but the Dean has ripped most of that away from you already.

The Dean turns to you and smiles.  It is not a comforting one.  It is one full of desire and malice.  He walks behind you and grabs your hair pulling your head back.

“This slut slave has transgressed against many of us,” continues the Dean.  “Who here would like to recount her crimes against us?”

A young, wisp of a man steps forward. You recognize Peters: your English tutor from second year.

“When Sarah was in second year English,” whines Peters, “she was mandated to come for tutoring to improve her writing skills.  She approached me with her beautiful legs bared and wear a top that revealed much of her cleavage.”

Disapproving murmurs begin to come out of the crowd.

“Well,” rambles Peters, “Sarah tells me that she wants to work hard, but that the demands of her other courses makes it hard for her to get everything done on time.  She intimated that if I would help her, she would reward me.” Peters has a smile as he recalls his fantasies of sex with you.  You feel repulsed but his weakness and fawning personality.

But then Peters face darkens and his eyes impale you.  “But she did nothing, for me!” he spits.  He acts like a mad dog that has been given a chance to avenge itself on its tprmenter.  “I wrote her essays for her and made sure that I marked her final exam so that she passed with flying colors.  I destroyed every principle I had to help her!  But when I can to collect my reward, she laughed and me. Laughed!  And she said that if I tried to change her grade, she would reveal everything!  She would ruin me!”

Peters broke into a torrent of tears and lather.  Most of the faculty looked at him with disgust.  Even the Dean looked on disapprovingly.  But then the older man collected himself and addressed the crowd.

“This man has been sinned more than sinning,” speaks the Dean in a quiet voice.  “He is to be pitied rather scorned.”  Looking at Peters, the Dean says, “Stand here, Peters.”  He points to a spot beside you.

“Anyone else have a grievance?”

A huge, bulk of a man walks forward.  You recognize the senior varsity football coach.

“This slut, booms the coach, “seduced my star halfback the night before the big game.  The boy was so exhausted from her lust and fucking that he lost more yards than he gained.  The kid drowned himself during the summer because he lost his chance to get drafted by the pros.”

The Dean frowns and stares at you.  You think of that boy, and how he had begged you to fuck him for so long.  How could you know that he was playing the next day?

The Dean points to a spot behind you and motions the coach to stand there.

“Anyone else?” he asks.

A young woman steps forward.  You recognize your classmate: Brenda.

“I was in love with Sarah,” says Brenda in a clear, steady tone.  “She and I flirted many times in class.  And there were times when she and would walk together and make love in the woods behind the library.”

Brenda’s tone becomes belligerent.

“But when I expressed my love for her, Sarah just smiled and told me that I was just an experiment to her–that she was just wanting to try fucking a woman to see what it was like.  An experiment?  That’s al I was to you?”

You feel horrible about Brenda.  But it was just a fling to you.  How could she think that you would give up fucking guys to be with her?

The Dean shakes his head and steps forward.  “This brazen slut slave has done grievous injury to these poor souls.  She must pay with her submission!”

Suddenly the crowd surges and envelops you.  You feel your ankles being released form the sawhorse and your being carried by a myriad of hands somewhere.  Your head spins as you are carried.

You see the coach lying in front of you.  More importantly, you see his huge cock standing erect.  It’s enormous!  You are held in front of the coach as you hear the Dean speak from the darkness.

“Sarah, because you fucked with the coach’s protege, you will be fucked by the coach.”

Peters moves into the light and stands behind the coach.

“Sarah, because you played your tutor like an instrument, your mouth will now be forced to play with his cock.”

Brenda appears now wearing a strap-on dildo and a harness.  The dildo is monstrous.  It is thicker and longer than the coach’d cock.

“And because you screwed poor Brenda in the ass, your ass will surrender to her.”

You panic realizing that these three people will rape you mercilessly in all your holes.  You struggle to get away, but the people holding are not letting you go.  They carry you towards the coach and position you so that the head of his cock is just touching your pussy lips.  You feel your stomach tense as you are lowered on to his organ.  The head spreads your lip and then presses into your channel.  You feel stuffed. It is enormous and you feel pain as it slowly slides in: pain more from the abuse your cunt has taken than from the size of the cock itself.

The ball gag is removed and you are pressed forward.  You legs are tied down to something so you cannot move off the coach.  Peters moves himself and you see his cock.  It’s long and thin.  He presses it against your lips and you try to resist letting it in.  You feel people pressing your back down so that you have to keep your lips against his cock.

Suddenly, you feel a searing pain in your ass.  You realize that Brenda is pushing that monster dildo into your puckered opening.  You feel oil being poured down the middle of your ass as Brenda pushes the dildo into you.  You scream and Peters shoves his cock into your mouth and down your throat.  You gag but manage to keep from throwing up.  You feel the coach’s cock slide out of your cunt, but its head stays firmly embedded in your cunt.

You picture Brenda behind you.  Her face must be a mix of hate, anger and lust.  You wonder if she is smiling or frowning at this moment.

You stiffen as Brenda makes a sudden thrust and the dildo pops its head into your ass.  She shoves again and you lurch forward taking more of Peters’s cock down your throat.  Finally, Brenda makes one final thrust and you feel the rest of the dildo violating your ass.

You feel Brenda slowly pulling the dildo out of you, which causes you to fill you cunt with the coach’s cock again. The cock in your mouth also slide out, but Peters makes sure that the head stays in.

Brenda slams back into you and the cock on you cunt slides out as the one in your throat slides in.  Brenda then begins to fuck you with a rhythm.  Her thrusts are always hard so that you are forced to fuck both the coach and Peters. Brenda pounds and pounds into you and out of you.  Soon you are feeling the rumblings of an orgasm as your a triple fucked.

But just as you feel your orgasm about to release, it is interrupted by sharp pains on your ass and back.  Your confused mind begins to perceive that someone is whipping you on the ass and your back.  You feel the sting of a single tail on your ass and the thud of a heavy flogger on your back.  Each time you are about to cum, the blows are repeated so that the orgasm disappears before it can take full shape.

You scream as you feel the pressure building in your cunt and ass.  Your mind is spinning as the frustrated orgasms pile on top of each other with each new wave of blows.  You feel Brenda orchestrating your rape wit her dildo even as the coach and Peters stifle their own orgasms for just the right moment.

Brenda picks up the pace and now your are being anally, vaginally and orally fucked by a whirlwind of flesh and silicon.  You roll you eyes into the back of your head as another orgasm is building inside of you.  You cannot think.  You cannot concentrate.  Your entire being is now a trembling mass of lust, frustration and sensation.  You are not even thinking about the blows that are bound to come and force you back.

Your orgasm hits just as the coach and Peters explode inside you.  You feel your body releasing a flurry of endorphins, adrenaline, oxytocin, vasopressin and dopamine.  You begin to convulse as you feel yourself cumming.  And every orgasm that had been denied you is being release at once.  Long after the coach and Peters have emptied themselves into you, long after Brenda has stopped pounding your ass, and long, long after they have slipped out of you, you are still cumming hard.

The cum seeping from your cunt and mouth is being rubbed over your body.  But you don’t notice the hands holding your legs open. You don’t notice the fingers playing with your nipples.  You don’t even feel Brenda’s long, deep kiss.  You don’t even feel yourself being lifted and carried somewhere for your next ordeal.

You body has completely surrendered itself.  And somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear someone calling you.

“Slave.”