The Lesson Plan Part Four Episode One The Audition
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Cyndi screamed uncontrollably as the dildo/torture device activated insideher. The machine in her cunt was a bright green phallus composed mostly ofsilicone, about two and a half inches in diameter. It was perfectly straightbut covered in bumps and ridges of uneven height. At its base was a motor thatcaused it to spin rapidly, churning away inside her pussy. This wasn't whatwas making her scream.
A thin silver rod of metal was pumping in and out of her unlubricated backside.The force with which the machine raped her caused her hips to buck and swayin time with the motion, which was a little bit left-right and up-down in additionto the basic in-out. The rod extended from a device behind her, a miniaturerape machine called a colt with which she'd soon become intimately familiar.It consisted of a small, rounded metal base with wheels beneath it, about threefeet high and three feet in diameter. On one side of it was a small displayscreen and control panel, plus a number of jacks for input/output. From theother side protruded a number of fixtures for probes, which could be replacedor interchanged at any time. The base contained the pumps that would drivethese probes into and out of their victims, the process controlled by a computerthat provided algorithms for movement, intensity, feedback, lubrication anda number of other variables. The machine could reliably violate six orificesat once, and with the right adaptors virtually anything could be attached foruse as a probe.
Cyndi was a seventeen-year-old cheerleader and model student at AlexanderHigh. No one would've pegged her as a cheerleader three weeks ago, yet shewore the uniform quite well as she took it up the ass from a machine in frontof the school principal and company. The fact that her blouse had been rippedopen at the cleavage was an aesthetically pleasing touch. A tall, elegant dark-hairedwoman in glasses and business attire stood in front of her, arms crossed witha leather cat o'nine tails in hand. She hadn't even begun to use it yet, butthe way she eyed Cyndi's bare breasts made the poor cheerleader very nervous.The dark-haired woman was pretty, but in a much more modest and subdued sortof way than cyndi. Her hair was drawn back and tied into a bun, and her formalattire accentuated her striking curves perfectly.
Cyndi's arms were cuffed behind her back, with a chain leading to the ceilingseveral feet in front of her stretched taut and attached to the cuffs. Herlegs were spread apart, shackled to the floor by the ankles. This awkward positionforced her to stoop heavily forward, and if not for the chains holding herin place she'd have easily lost balance. Her skirt was hiked up, renderingher ass and hips plainly visible as she unwillingly bucked with the machine,fucking it as she instinctively tried to fight it. The phallus was heated andburned unbearably inside her sphincter, and the tip slowly emitted a powerfulgel-like irritant inside her. Eventually the fucking would spread this gelevenly enough for it to act as a lubricant, but by that point she'd probablyfeel as if she was better off without it.
After a moment she began the routine. She hadn't shown up to many cheer practices,and most of her activity at practice had little to do with cheering, but shehad done her best to memorize as much as she could. She screamed out the cheersshe knew as well as she could while the machine fucked her and the five facultymembers present stared intently. The woman with the whip uncrossed her armand reached over to Cyndi, tracing her finger across the young girl's breast.She nodded approvingly as the cheerleader half-shouted and half-sobbed herrhymes for the sadistic pleasure of her tormentors.
Withdrawing her hand, the woman in glasses started to stroke her own legand slowly work her way up her skirt. Much to the fascination of the male observers,the woman was clearly about to begin masturbating.
Cyndi had been something of a tomboy and a drifter. Her grades were atrocious,she only showed up for part of the day's classes and her respect for the administrationwas lacking at best. She hadn't dropped out, she showed up in uniform and sheflirted with the teachers, so she was tolerated or at least not much of a targetfor attention. She was 5' 8" with short, blonde hair with a carpet tomatch the drapes, toned legs and absolutely breathtaking tits. She wasn't aslut, though rumor made her out to be one. She'd just been out of sorts forthe past year after a nasty breakup and a lot of conflict in the family. Shedrank and smoked heavily, which only caused problems for her when she triedto balance the three activities simultaneously. DUI was what nailed her, andthe cops were suddenly finding with a drastic expansion of power and the lossof accountability that cute young girls deserved an extra-special brand ofjustice.
What happened to her under those bright lights at the police station wassomething that had become almost routine, but something that no girl believedcould ever happen to her. The cops never got tired of the shock, the indignation,the profound epiphany that each girl experienced upon being told that the lawapplied even to her. Needless to say, Cyndi went in with four sexual experiencesunder her belt and came out significantly more experienced.
Over the course of two days she was raped fifteen times in the pussy andnineteen times in the ass. She experienced firsthand the joys of the motivator,the electric dildo/taser that made law enforcement in the modern era so muchfun. She learned some interesting new bondage positions, and she even tooka couple of floggings by whip on top of the lighter strap and nightstick beatings.Most importantly, she learned the wonders of an experience that was rapidlybecoming all too common for the attractive females of her generation: she wouldfind herself begging the cops to let her suck cock for them, only to be deniedand forced to eat some other hapless female prisoner's cunt instead. And forthis, she would thank them and beg for more.
She didn't take much time or effort to break. Weak-willed, unmotivated bitchesusually didn't. If she had known better, she would have felt lucky that theyhad at least charged her with something. A lot of girls came through here withoutever committing a real crime.
The cops quickly grew tired of her and had plenty of new girls to torture,and seventeen was a little old for their tastes anyway. They offered her achoice between being sent to an internment camp or going back to school andperforming community service. Naturally she chose the latter, having no ideahow little difference it would make in the long run.
Such a quick reform and renewed interest in academia seemed like a miracleto Cyndi's classmates. The faculty, on the other hand, were fairly aware ofwhat was going on behind the scenes. The principal and three assistant principalswould be directly in charge of Cyndi's "community service".
Cyndi's tits were suddenly on fire. Without realizing it, she had stumbledon a cheer and the woman in charge of the whip would prove to be unforgiving.Six of the nine leather straps cut their way across her breasts, one directlycrossing an erect nipple. A number of bright red stripes became immediatelyvisibe on her milky-white tits. Cyndi attempted to shrink back from the assault,prompting the dildo in her ass to fuck her harder. The device was feedback-sensitiveand programmed to continually outdo the poor bitch riding it. Now her abusedtits were bouncing heavily as the machine pumped her harder than any man could.She lost herself in agony and self-pity for a moment.
Another lash fell on her breasts. Now she was openly sobbing, tears runningdown her cheek and falling onto the welts on her tits. As the salt from hertears caused her wounds to burn even more intensely, she realized that evenher body was against her. As the woman raised the lash for another blow, Cyndiquickly took hold of herself and began to cheer once more. This seemed to placatethe dominatrix for the time being.
The name of the dominatrix was Danielle Baker. She was a talent scout andproducer for Reform, a corporation under contract from the feds to assist inthe campaign to enslave women. Reform owned prisons and camps, schools andporn studios, research labs and torture chambers (most of these establishmentsnow being interchangeable) and acted as pimp, warden, owner, disciplinarianand master to thousands of beautiful young girls.
Danielle was auditioning the school for participation in the program. Cyndiwas the new star pupil, her role being to set the example and represent theentire female student body in their prospective new role as slaves and prostitutes.The plan was insidiously simple: plant a few fully-fledged slave/whores likeCyndi in the student body, allow them to seduce, intimidate and corrupt themore attractive girls, and gradually weed out the overweight and unattractivegirls by transferring them to new districts. Meanwhile, the teachers and facultywould slowly be dismissed and replaced with attractive, domineering women.The principal and his three flunkies would be the only ones still around bythe end of next year.
Danielle was twenty-eight and a product of the system herself. Though shehad power over other women and spent her days ordering them around, torturingthem, fondling them and raping them, she was still a slave available to anyman who wanted to take her.
Cyndi continued to chant. "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot in here! Theremust be some TIGERS in the atmosphere!!" She shrieked the name of theteam as the lash fell across her tits once more, but she didn't stop or evenhesitate. Danielle had only flogged her because it made her horny to hear hervoice squeak out under crack of the whip. She was now masturbating shamelessly,her skirt ruffled up around her hips and her ass and crotch in full view.
As Cyndi stared straight ahead moaning and crying out her cheer, she seemedoblivious to the actions of her mistress. Danielle had moved in closer, reachingbetween Cyndi's thighs and gently stroking the hair on her crotch. Her fingercrept in deeper, uncovering and tickling the teenage girl's clit.
"Shut up." Danielle commanded as she lunged toward Cyndi. Cyndi'sinexorable voice was muffled as Danielle leaned in for a kiss, slipping hertongue into the younger girl's mouth. Cyndi, having little time to react, continuedshouting her muffled and unintelligible rhymes for a couple of seconds beforerealizing what was happening. Realizing that pleasuring this woman might distracther masters from torturing her and lead to some temporary reprieve, she quicklyfocused all of her attention on her new makeout partner. They pressed intoeach other, Danielle fondling the torture victim's breasts with one hand andflicking her clit with the other as their tongues darted and twisted, brushingand sliding against each other.
The men watching simply stared gaping at the scene. Their lives at schoolhad heretofore been relatively mundane. They were not ready for this.
The girls moaned into each other as Danielle slowly, indetectibly drew thewhip back for another strike. Cyndi screamed and whimpered into her partner'smouth as Danielle lashed the back of her thighs. Danielle pulled her head back,stared into her lover's eyes and whispered softly. What she said remains betweenher and Cyndi, but the way she grabbed the unwilling cheerleader's ass anddug her nails into the soft, pale skin would seem to indicate that it matterednot what was said so much as how she said it. Cyndi's tear-filled eyes turnedto the ground as she replied.
"Yes, mistress... Th-this slave understands."
Cyndi had never orally pleasured a willing female before. She tried not toremember her previous experiences with cunnilingus, but just thinking aboutthe act caused her memory to flash back. She remembered the screaming thirteenand fourteen year old girls the cops brought into the station, how they usedtheir motivators to prod Cyndi into the room when she hesitated. The girlswere strapped down, legs secured far apart in stirrups, their clothes usuallystill hanging on in tatters. The cops grabbed Cyndi by the hair and forcedher face down into the young, virgin, adolescent cunts, jamming a motivatorinto her pussy or ass and ramming their cock into whichever orifice remainedunoccupied. The younger girls were always wet, having been injected with hormonesand stimulants that rendered them excited and physically willing to fuck evenif they weren't quite up to it psychologically. Smothered by pussy, Cyndi wouldlick, suck and lap at the vulva until her jaw and tongue ached and her mouthwas dry. The girls were so wound up that she could usually make them come acouple of times before the police got tired of the spectacle. The girls wouldnaturally be expected to return the favor to Cyndi after a short while. Cyndihad deflowered seven girls in this manner, and she herself had been eaten outby a buxom twenty-one-year-old prisoner an hour after her own arrest. Thiswas the cycle at every precinct in her rapidly-developing little town.
Danielle deactivated and removed the large dildo in Cyndi's cunt. As shestarted to kiss the young girl again, she felt her way into her strained andaching pussy. She fucked it gently with her long, slender fingers, testingthe strength and consistency of the inside after the intense fucking the spinning,ribbed dildo had delivered. The colt was still pumping away at the poor girl'srear. Sighing at the touch of Cyndi's warm but clearly abused flesh, she steppedback. Glaring between Cyndi's spread legs, she wound up for another lash asCyndi's jaw dropped and let forth a blood-curdling screech of horror.
The sting was worse than anything she could have imagined. Even a taser tothe pussy didn't hurt the way the whip did as the straps flitted across herclit, cut her inner and outer labia and grazed the rim of her vagina. She writhedand twisted so hard the principal was afraid the chains would break. Suddenlythe shock and suspense of the moment was again broken by the strangely organichigh pitched whistle of the whip.
The straps hit her again, leaving a few clear bruises and welts on her innerthighs and labia. Cyndi did not stop screaming even after the lash struck.
Before the audience knew it, the lash had hit a third time. Cyndi continuedto writhe and sob as the machine still pounded away at her ass.
Danielle seemed to be contemplating another lash, but apparently she realizedthat Cyndi's lower regions were completely saturated with agony at this point.Any more pain would do no good unless she waited awhile. She sighed once more,walked over to the colt and deactivated it with a simple keypad press. Themachine was withdrawing from the victim's anus and about to plunge back inwhen it fell silent, the tip still imbedded in her ass.
"Keep fucking." the dominatrix commanded as her sweating, nubileslave collapsed in relief. Taking a moment to react, Cyndi suddenly yelpedas if she had been whipped once more. Apparently even the thought was enoughto make her jump at this point. She dutifully started to gyrate her hips oncemore, fucking the stationary dildo with her ass. Danielle walked back acrossto face the teenager.
"Lean back." she commanded as she reached up to unshackle the girl'swrists. Cyndi whimpered something that sounded like a "Yes, mistress."
Suddenly Cyndi's arms were free and they immediately fell from her back toher sides. She reflexively started to rub her numb and chafing wrists whichhad been relying on to balance. No longer able to maintain balance in thisridiculous position, leaning forward with her ass poking out behind her, sheleaned back as commanded and slid down the rod prodding her ass. Now her exhaustedbody hung limp, anally impaled by a phallus. Her legs were still chained tothe ground and spread apart, and as she leaned back her bruised and swollenpussy gaped in full view.
"Masturbate." Danielle commanded. Cyndi listlessly and awkwardlyobeyed, lacking the necessary coordination and dexterity in her numb hands.She began to paw and stroke at her crotch awkwardly as her fingers burned fromthe sensation of blood rushing back into them. Her pussy hurt unbearably atthe slightest touch. She was still crying, sniffing and whimpering occasionally.Danielle walked back to the colt, kneeled down next to it and pressed anotherkey on the control panel. The phallus shot out of Cyndi's ass, quickly retractingback into the base of the machine. Cyndi was thrown completely off balanceand fell to the ground on her back, nearly spraining her ankles in their shackles.
Danielle stepped over, straddled Cyndi's shoulders, lifted up her skirt andthrust her perfectly-shaved crotch down onto Cyndi's face. Without question,Cyndi immediately started licking and moaning Danielle's pretty, well-groomedcunt. As Danielle rocked her hips and ground her pelvis into Cyndi's mouth,the teenager knew exactly what to do. She even moaned and hummed into Danielle'sflesh and used her teeth and tongue to toy artfully with the piercings in herlabia and clit. Danielle came within ten minutes, then again ten minutes later.After the second she turned around, bent over and returned the favor to Cyndi.The men present watched the lesbian 69 fuckshow in silent wonder, fireworksgoing off in their minds at the realization that soon their entire school wouldbe like this, hundreds of teenage girls at their disposal to recreate thisdisplay or any other they so pleased.
Danielle screamed in orgasm into Cyndi's blonde muff as Cyndi, through allthe agony, humiliation and helplessness came simultaneously. Danielle knewthat this school was ready. Cyndi would have it easy for another year and ahalf, being the school's first fucktoy. She'd be the teacher, the matron, thefirst one to make bitches out of her classmates and all of the fresh youngunderclass girls. Then when she graduated, she would belong to Danielle becauseDanielle wanted her. She would subject her little slave to torture that wouldmake her experiences here and at the police station look like a cotillion.
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