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St Michael's University: Ruby - Making of a Cum Slut
(Melissa DuVant)
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St Michael's University: Ruby - Making of
a Cum Slut Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Just a Normal Detention Chapter 3: Every Day's a School Day Chapter 10: Outsourced Assistance Chapter 17: Assuming a Position Chapter 18: Competitive Punishment Chapter 19: New Term, New Ruby Postscript: Practical Experience Corporate Slaves Chapter One: A Hand-Picked Choice
To my schoolgirl slave, Ruby.
Chapter 1: Just a Normal Detention The hood made it impossible to see where she was being taken, the leather smelling of other people's sweat and hair-gel, not having been cleaned between uses. It didn't have any mouth- or nose-holes, forcing how to scent and taste the previous wearers, making her wince at the taste. Hands gripped her shoulders firmly, her hands cuffed behind her back, pushing her through the hallways. She could hear other people walking around and the low murmurs of conversation, her restraints not enough to draw any particular comment. She hadn't done anything wrong! Her foot knocked into a door, making her recoil, before it was pulled open, sounding heavy. The air that pushed against her skin was cooler than that in the hallway, impregnated with fear- and fuck-sweat, making her throat go dry - where had she been taken? She could feel the warm wetness between her legs still, only hope of an orgasm long gone, but still something that she would like to stroke and touch further. Fingers dug into her shoulders, shoving her forward, before her hips bumped into something solid. She tensed up, but was powerless to prevent herself getting bent over, feeling a wooden ridge push against her belly, her short pleated skirt riding up to reveal her buttocks. 'You won't be needing this. Let's get you prepped for the lesson. Thanks for "volunteering".' The voice was female, and cold and cruel. 'Don't move unless you want me to get the hot sauce.' Ruby shivered, imagining the prickling burning on her tender folds, staying bent over as experienced hands twisted rope around her knees, tying them to the wooden horse, forcing her legs to be spread wide, then tying her ankles in the same way, forcing her up onto her toes. The top of the horse was a triangular wedge, making it uncomfortable to relax, the weight of her torso all on a small section of her belly, making it harder to breathe. She tried to rise up a little, to relieve some of the tension, and a hand pinched her buttocks, and she stayed in position. 'I'm going to release your wrists. Don't misbehave!' Having the handcuffs released was a moment of relief, before her right wrist was grabbed and dragged into place, rope tautly snapping around her wrist in a firm double-loop, then getting tied against a leg of the horse. If she twisted her fingers, she could just about feel the metal ring that it had been bound to, her fingers scrabbling at the tight cords, trying to undo the knot. This process was repeated on the other side, stretching her out over the wooden ridge, butt in the air, head down, the hood starting to slide downwards. Nailed fingers traced up her bare legs, flipping her skirt up to fully reveal her backside, before the door opened again. 'Ah, I see you've found a volunteer. Very good.' It was a male voice, older - one of the teachers, Mr Hutton. 'As you missed your assessment, then this is your make-up class. I need you to demonstrate your restraint and interrogation skills.' Footsteps approached, getting closer, as nailed fingers continued to stroke at her thighs and backside. She couldn't help but feel aroused and excited, her slit starting to loosen. How long had it been since she had been allowed to get off? It wasn't fair! And she didn't even really like women! 'This is Ruby, isn't it? She's normally well-behaved. What did she do?' 'She was touching herself in class.' The nails pinched Ruby's inner thigh, before drifting towards her slit, making her inhale sharply. 'Very naughty!' A hand, hard and male, slapped against her buttock with force, and she could feel her flesh getting deformed by the impact. 'Well, you can belt her once you're done. Now, Ruby, Samantha is being tested for her restraint skills. So if you can break free, then you will be allowed to leave.' Ruby strained her wrists and ankles, hoping for the ropes to release her, but it stayed firmly wrapped around her limbs. She twisted her wrists and fingers, trying to find the knots on the wrist-cords, but the tight bundle of rope resisted her blind fumbling - she couldn't find anything to pull on, any ends to tug on to get herself free. As she twisted and writhed, fingers kept tracing around her thighs, making her body start to warm up. 'Well, that seems a good initial assessment.' He slapped her backside again, before hooking a finger into the waistband of her panties and tearing, the fabric easily giving way. The air caressed her slit, now fully on display, Ruby's bent-over position exposing her to anyone else in the room. She could feel the blood starting to flow to her head, unable to start up to relieve the pressure. 'She won't be needing these. Now, proceed.' 'Yes Sir. First, I would remove the hood. Ruby needs to see her punishment.' Heeled footsteps moved around, getting closer, and then a hand grabbed at the leather hood, yanking it off in a single smooth movement, her blonde hair spilling out from beneath. From her position, she couldn't see much - a stone wall, part of a cabinet probably filled with bondage equipment, and Samantha's long legs, sheathed in stockings, her skirt almost as short as those of the submissives. From down here, Ruby could see the other woman's thong, black lace against white skin. 'A gag as well. I'm sure Ruby wants to be a good girl, but I think she might be a bit of a screamer.' A hand grabbed Ruby's hair and dragged her upwards, making her back arc painfully. A rubber ball was pushed between her lips, spreading her mouth open, before a strap was buckled into place. It was a relief when her hair was released, letting her drop back into position - having the ridge dig into her belly was unpleasant, but not as bad as having her back twisted upwards! 'A ball-gag?' 'Well, Sir, in that position, her mouth is hard to access, so a ring-gag would be hard to access, and the same for a dildo gag. Given that she will already be having difficulty breathing, then a penis-gag in her throat would be an extra punishment, but I like to leave some room for escalation.' As Samantha justified herself, hands groped her buttocks, before sliding along her slit, teasing her, then delivering a back-handed slap to her backside. 'Continue.' Samantha leaned over her, pressing her weight down onto Ruby, her breasts pushing onto Ruby's back. It didn't take much pressure to cause the ridge to bite even harder into Ruby's belly, to make it even harder to breath, making her whine and squirm. Her fingers kept tugging and scrabbling at the knot, trying to find any purchase, her legs tightening against the ropes, unable to break free. Samantha leaned further forward, her expensive perfume drifting downwards onto Ruby, before Samantha's fingers parted her buttocks. Ruby whimpered, feeling her arousal climbing again, hoping it wasn't too obvious. A nail teased along her outer lips, before a sharp flick was delivered, making Ruby inhale in a pained hiss, sucking air around her gag. Spit was already welling up, starting to dribble from her mouth - this position was uncomfortable, even aside from pushing her ass high up into the air! The nailed finger poked the sensitive parts between her buttocks, making Ruby squirm uncomfortably. She didn't like things going into her backside, it always made her feel squirmy inside. If she had to have something inside of her, at least she'd prefer it was in her pussy! She'd managed to escape chastity for now, but her dorm was always so crowded, and slipping off to masturbate in the toilets would only get her in more trouble if she were discovered, so she'd barely been able to touch herself for several weeks now. Having her genitals so exposed combined with her head done was making her feel giddy, her cheeks warming as her buttocks were lightly spanked again. 'Good ropework. That seems to have restrained her quite sufficiently. Can you break free, Ruby?' Ruby strained against the ropes again, feeling the wedge dig into her belly. No matter how she exerted herself, there was no give in the ropes, the scratchy cords biting into her wrists, her socks helping to protect her ankles. 'Nppphh.' Her wrists were starting to hurt from the scraping, as her skin was chafed and rubbed. 'Excellent. Very good, Samantha. That position exposes her pussy and backside, while also allowing access to the mouth with some straining. Now, how will you punish her?' Mr Hutton's hand slapped her ass-cheeks, harder than Samantha's, making Ruby shake about on the wooden ridge. 'Well, after this, a chastity belt, of course. The loopy joe, if I may?' 'With your grades, you may. A difference from the usual whip, crop or paddle.' 'I think it's important to try different things.' 'Mmphhh!?' What was a loopy joe? Being caned wasn't too bad, at least if it was on the ass and not the hands, while being paddled might her really hot and horny, but she'd never heard of a "loopy joe". Hopefully it wouldn't hurt too much! 'Now, little Ruby, you should know better than to touch yourself in class. You're only allowed to climax when a dominant gives you permission. A shame, perhaps, that you have no specific owner, but you're attractive enough that I'm surprised you're not more personally commanded.' Ruby tried to twist around to see what Samantha was going to be hitting her with, but couldn't move enough to do more than catch a glimpse of Samantha's other side, with Mr Hutton stood behind her, looking at her, a bulge in his trousers obvious. Something leathery, feeling like a stiff cord, tapped against her backside as Samantha spoke. 'Ruby, according to the rules, how many strikes do you deserve? For every one that you're off by, you'll earn two more.' 'Mpph!?' That wasn't fair! Yes, there was a student guidebook, but no-one actually read it, and the dominants imposed whatever punishments they wanted! The leather cord flicked against her buttocks again. 'Mrrmphh.' She tried to grumble out something vague, hoping it would be accepted as an answer, but the cord struck her again, a different feeling this time - it was a full O-shaped loop on a handle, conducting viciously stinging strikes into her flesh. 'An actual answer, Ruby. Or would you like the hot sauce?' 'Nphhh! Npphh, Miphhhtriph Samanpha.' Spit was dribbling from her mouth now, her speaking and position making it impossible to swallow fast enough to keep it in her mouth. 'So, an answer then?' 'Tenph!' The loopy joe cracked forward, full loop striking against the soft meat of her thighs, stinging even more than a strike against her ass. 'Two.' Another strike against her lower leg. 'Three.' This was to the outside of her thigh. 'Four.' Against her buttocks. Her body was starting to heat up now, her arousal peaking, her legs starting to tense from the impacts. Samantha continued to count them, although Ruby's head was starting to get fuzzy, and she wanted to get off, frustrated that she couldn't grind her hips against anything. 'Ten.' There was a pause, Ruby relaxing. And then the loopy joe struck again, a vicious crack right against another welt, making her whimper with pain. 'The stated punishment is twenty strikes. So that will be another twenty.' 'Mpphh!?' Ruby tried to shake her head in protest, her hair falling over her face. The pain from the strikes was building up, her ass on fire as several strikes lashed her skin in quick succession. The leather loop was biting into her skin, more savage than a paddle, leaving circular stinging imprints. Tensing her buttocks and legs made it even worse, the slap of the loop against taut muscle hurting more than when she was slack. But she couldn't relax when being assaulted, and couldn't even wriggle herself into a less painful position. The top of the ridge was biting into her belly now, as she sagged more heavily onto it, air forced from her lungs, another source of discomfort. She couldn't stop herself grunting and gasping in pain as the loop struck her, again and again, Samantha coolly counting out the strikes. This wasn't fair! She'd wanted to touch herself, but that was just because she was so horny! And the strikes against her buttocks were making her even more turned on, her pussy tingling and warm. 'Thirty.' The loop struck against her, just once more, in a gentle tap, and Ruby sank down against the ridge, ignoring how it compressed her belly. Her legs and ass felt like they were on fire, throbbing with pain from the hits, legs forced wide. 'Good striking technique. And making the submissive participate and be responsible for her own punishment is beneficial. Although I'm disappointed in you, Ruby, for not knowing the handbook properly.' 'Mphhh...' Ruby couldn't manage to speak anything more coherent, drool splashing from her mouth onto the floor. Fingers probed between her thighs, sliding against her pussy. 'She certainly seems to have enjoyed it.' Ruby tried to tense up around the finger, wanting to draw it into herself, but it traced around her outer lips before withdrawing. 'Very good, Samantha. Simple, effective and efficient. Some of the other teachers prefer a little more showmanship, but I prefer things to be more to-the-point.' He slapped Ruby's buttocks, her tortured flesh flaring with pain. 'Thank you, Mr Hutton. If you like, I can apply her belt as well?' 'If you would, yes.' 'Nphhh...' Ruby tried to shake, making her hair flick about again. She wanted to be free to touch herself! But nailed fingers scratched against the small of her back, making her squeak with pain again. 'I hope you will be a good girl?' They pinched the base of her spine, making her squeeze her buttocks and making Ruby feel the loop-impacts again. 'Yeph!' 'Good.' Samantha stepped around, stiletto heels moving into sight as she stooped, her natural-blonde hair falling in a long and immaculate flow that almost reached her waist. Her pale neck was bare, without a submissive's collar, her blouse of thicker material than Ruby's almost transparent one, as she stooped, pulling on some part of the rope that bound Ruby's left wrist, freeing it in a single tug, then untying the other wrist. 'You may stand.' Ruby had to scrabble with her hands to pull herself up to standing, her body drained by the whipping, but glad to get her stomach off the ridge and to be able to breath properly. As she stood up, a long strand of spittle splashed from her mouth onto her blouse, soaking into the fabric over her breasts and staining it transparent. Samantha patted her on the head and smiled down at her. 'Good girl.' She picked up a chastity belt from the cabinet, shiny metal in her manicured hands. 'I hope you enjoyed touching yourself in class, as you won't be touching yourself without permission. Mr Hutton, who should be able to open it?' 'I'll have it set to my key. I think little Ruby needs some more training.' 'Grph...' More spittle oozed from her lips, her breasts now starting to feel sticky and dirty. She didn't want this! But there was no way to fight back, as Samantha pulled Ruby's skirt off, then wrapped the waist-band of the belt in place. It was cold, settling into place just beneath her belly-button, the lock snipping shut with a too-loud click. Then the crotch-band - a metal strap, the pussy-cover having small holes in it to allow her to pee, Samantha carefully pushing it into place. 'Mpphh...' The cold metal pushing against her warm slit made Ruby shiver, not liking the feeling of confinement. She wanted to be free! To be able to touch herself whenever she wanted! And the band going between her buttocks felt even more intrusive, snug and tight against her skin. But there was nothing she could do about it. Mr Hutton moved up behind her, groping her breasts, strong fingers digging into her flesh. 'Hmmm, I've not noticed you before, you're very quiet. But I think you'll make a good test subject.' He stroked her nipples, before pinching them and letting go. 'Samantha, you can get her dressed and then take her to class. We wouldn't want to disrupt her education now, would we?' 'Yes, Mr Hutton.' 'And I'll let the office know your grade. Good work, Samantha.' A bell started to ring. 'And now we all have places to be. Thank you for your cooperation, Ruby.' Her answering grunt of annoyance was ignored as he left the room, leaving Ruby still tied to the horse by the ankles as Samantha picked up her skirt and fussed it back into place. Even though it was warming up, she didn't like the chastity belt, the metal hard against her soft parts. That she couldn't touch herself anymore! She made a soft growl, before Samantha pinched one of her welts and made her whimper, before silencing herself.
'Ah, there you are, Ruby. You're a hard student to find.' She froze, heart pounding, slowly turning around. She had thought the room had been empty, somewhere quiet to have her lunch, away from the teachers and the other students. She dropped her head in respect, seeing the teacher's shiny black shoes, her eyes downcast. 'Yes Sir. I was having my lunch.' 'So I see. But I have requested your presence.' He approached, taking Ruby's chin in his hand and making her look up, running a thumb over her lips. She couldn't help but look into his eyes, feeling herself pinned in place. 'Nice bright red today. Very nice, and perfect for what I have planned. You've been skipping out for too long, so I put you down for a special class.' He smiled, pushing against her lips until she opened her mouth, letting the thumb slide in. 'We'll be having a lot of one-to-one sessions. Now, let me get a proper look at you - I know you've had problems with your uniform before.' He pushed her back and she stood there, letting her head drop again, arms slightly extended to show off her uniform - a short, pleated blue skirt, thigh-high black socks, and a slightly-too-tight white blouse, with a striped tie around her neck, and a blazer, the university badge on the breast. And the collar around her neck, brushing against the collar of the blouse, crushing the fabric. 'Hmmm. Well, you seem to be improving. Turn around.' She obeyed, spinning on her heels, and he moved up behind her, fiddling with the collar of her blazer, folding it into place. 'You should be more careful. The senior students will punish you for uniform infractions, you know.' She shivered as his hands brushed her neck. 'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.' 'Well, you do need to work on some of the fundamentals. Which is why I've signed you up for a special class and some personal tuition.' He reached down, tweaking the shoulders of her blazer, then taking her by the hips, brushing her backside, adjusting her uniform. Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed along the hemline of her skirt, stroking her backside. 'Do... do I have to?' 'Well, the alternative is that you get sent to the detention block. And I seem to recall you not enjoying your last visit there.' He patted her butt, before putting his hands on her shoulders. She shivered at the memory - tight confines, bound into darkness, able to hear gasps and screams but not see, gag-mumbled begging and the sounds of strikes on soft flesh. Fortunately she'd been released before getting punished herself, but she could still remember the suffocating embrace of the latex around her body, too strong to break out of, her arms bound around her own body, her mouth and eyes sealed. 'Now, if you would come with me to my lab, then we can begin your induction. Don't worry, I've made the appropriate arrangements so you won't be missing any classes.' He pushed on her shoulders, steering her out of the door, a force she couldn't resist. In the hallways, the other students gave them a wide berth, not wanting to get dragged in. He pushed her through the main hall, the vaulted space arcing high above them, before he turned down a side passage, where several of the teachers had their personal offices and labs. The wall here was covered with a large message-board, papers pinned up on papers, probably dating back years, requests for volunteers for research studies and sales of used equipment. She reached out and pulled a door open shortly before being shoved into it, stepping through into his office. It looked normal enough, at least at first, with a battered desk and a well-worn couch where visiting students could sit. Half of the room was hidden away behind a curtain though, with thick tubes and wires crudely stapled to the stone ceiling. 'Now, you seem to have managed to miss some of the introductory classes. That is something that needs remedying, don't you agree?' She mumbled back, eyes flicking over the diagrams on the walls - sketches of devices she couldn't figure out, some kind of piston thrusting a shaft back and forth, as well as scientific cutouts showing the human throat, along with tables of numbers. 'Very good. I've prepared the paperwork, you just need to sign it.' He let go of her shoulders, and she heard a "click" as he locked the door. She gulped - there was no other exit from the room, the only natural light coming in from half of a window, dirty old glass, the wall clearly built at a different time, the other half of the window in the next room. 'Sir, do I, do I have to?' She let herself be pushed forward again, until she was above a cushion next to the desk, and let herself be pushed to her knees, the cushion padding her skin against the hard stone floor. 'Well, I have told you - the other choice is some time in the detention block. Which would probably be educational in a very different way.' He sat on his chair next to her, booting his computer up, a fan spinning into life as he gave her an absent-minded head-pat. 'It is your choice, but given your previous experience with the senior students, I would have thought you'd prefer some one-to-one sessions?' 'Yes, Sir.' Her voice was vague and soft, as he handed her a tablet, the screen filled with extensive legal terms she didn't bother reading, simply scrolling to the end and using her finger to squiggle a signature into place. 'Very good.' He patted her on the head again, his hand warm, and she resisted the urge to nuzzle against it. 'We need to begin by getting your measurement. Stay there and open your mouth.' He reached into a drawer, pulling out what looked like a rubbery lump attached to some straps. She reflexively clamped her lips tightly shut, and he chuckled, rubbing her head gently. 'You also need to learn to obey more. You're not rebellious, but can certainly be a bit passive.' His hand stroked down her face, taking her chin and tilting her head upwards, before his other hand slapped her across the face. She gasped in pain, her cheek stinging with heat, barely able to control her hands from coming up to defend herself, knowing that would just invite further suffering. 'Mouth open, Ruby.' Her head slumped and she opened her mouth wide. The rubbery lump pushed into her mouth, and she probed it with her tongue - it tasted dry and musty, and seemed quite small, as a buckle went around her head, strapped beneath her hair. 'Whapph ipph thiph, Sirph?' She had to push the thing around with her tongue, noticing that an air tube trailed out of the other end of the gag-thing, attached to what looked like an air-bladder. When she raised her hands towards it, he shook his head, grabbing one wrist and attaching a leather cuff, snapping another onto the other wrist and pinning them behind her back. She tested the strength of the restraints, the metal links snapping against each other - her wrists were now forced to be just a few inches away from each other. When she bent her fingers back to feel at the links, there was a metal padlock between them - she wouldn't be able to get out without the key. 'As I said, I need to get some basic measurements first.' He flicked the bulb, making it bob up and down, before giving it a squeeze. The thing in her mouth immediately expanded with a rush of air, stiffening and pushing her tongue around. 'Sirph!? Iph thiph nephded?' 'Your pretty little mouth is going to be seeing a lot of use, so I need to determine how large it is, for starters.' He squeezed it twice in succession, as the part inside her mouth expanded again. It was making it harder and harder to talk, her tongue pressed against the floor of her mouth. 'Sirph!' 'Don't worry, I'm sure you can take a lot more.' He squeezed the bulb again, the thing now a hard rubbery lump inside of her mouth, an intrusive and degrading gag. There was a rubbery panel that was strapped against the outside of her mouth, keeping her from dribbling much, but it was a struggle to swallow, her mouth awash with spit. She didn't want to take more! Each squeeze forced more air into it, squashing her tongue, making her cheeks bulge out. She couldn't even try and move her tongue anymore, the inflated lump forcing it down, having to breath in through her nose. 'Good girl. A little more I think, just to stretch you.' It felt massive inside of her, hard as it pressed against her, her breath rushing in and out through her nose. She couldn't help but wriggle on her cushion, trying to make herself more comfortable somehow, without drawing any anger. When she tried pushing her tongue against it, it didn't budge at all, the thing as rigid as a ball-gag, now it was inflated. Another puff and it started to push against her throat, making her clench her body more, a creeping sense of violation starting to settle in. 'Mmmpphh! Mpphhh!' Her protests were met with him pinching her nostrils shut, silencing her entirely as she was unable to breath. He released the pressure just long enough for her to gasp in a breath, then pinched them again, holding them until she felt crashing darkness rising up, then letting her breathe. 'Be a good girl, and this will be a nice and simple class.' 'Mmmpphhh...' She couldn't form any words, anything she tried to say would simply come out as mumbles. He gave it another puff, her jaw now straining, stretched and aching. 'Impressive, as a starting point. You'll have some exercises to work on to increase your size, and of course to help eliminate your gag reflex.' He stroked her throat, the sensation making her splutter, more spit swilling around her mouth as she frantically tried to swallow it down. 'And of course, you're going to have to get used to certain tastes from now on.' His hand still held the bulb, and she looked at him with pleading eyes - she wasn't sure how much more she could take, her jaw was already aching! The lump in her mouth was solid and painful, making it impossible to say anything meaningful, or do more than grunt! She glanced at the door, wondering if she could make a break for it, find someone willing to unlock her wrists, or if she could reach around and find a release catch for the air in the gag. He pinched her nostrils shut again. 'I've heard you can be a bit bratty sometimes. None of that here! At least until you've shown you can be a good girl first. I do hope, for your sake, you can be a good girl?' He didn't let go, so the only response she could give was a long and drawn out 'mmmphh!', hoping to be allowed to breathe. He let go and she sucked in as much air as she could, trying to sate her burning lungs. 'You're nice and slim and petite, so you'll make a good test subject. And all that running has given you a good lung capacity, as well as nice, toned legs. I'll be testing how long you can hold your breath for later on, I expect you to ace that first time around.' She tensed and strained, pulling her wrists against the cuffs, trying to break out but without making too much noise by clicking the chains. She didn't want to be a test subject! Or to have anyone find out how long she could hold her breath for! His hand tensed on the bulb and she froze, her body going still. 'Are you going to be a good girl?' She couldn't speak, but had to dip her head in a nod, the motion making the gag even more uncomfortable. 'And you won't act up or be a brat? You're quite cute, you know. It's a shame you're not more outgoing in class. You'll be a lot more popular once you've finished this class though. Oh, and have you ever considered a tongue piercing? It might help with some aspects of the practical exam.' 'Mmmmmph.' She couldn't make any meaningful sound, but she didn't really want that. Having someone shove metal into her tongue didn't sound very pleasant! He patted her on the head again. 'Be a good girl and I'm sure it won't be needed. Now, I'm going to swap your gag for a trainer - don't kick up a fuss.' He unbuckled it, pulling on it, her jaw straining, not able to open far enough to get it out over her teeth. Then he flicked a catch, and it abruptly deflated with a sigh, the air flowing from it, her mouth no longer stuffed. Not for long though - he plucked it out, swapping it for a ring-gag. Rather than just a single ring though, this one had a padded tub that ran into her mouth, the inside a screw. It was pushed into place, forcing her mouth open, a loud "click" running through her body as it sounded like a lock had been sealed. 'Just a small one to start with.' He held up a rubbery dildo on a screw-base, the thing about three inches long, bumpy and curved, then pushed it into her mouth. Her tongue wasn't strong enough to hold it off, getting pushed to the side, before it rotated, getting screwed into place. Another lock clicked shut - she tried pushing against it with her tongue, but it was motionless, the rubber slightly squidgy as she pressed against it. It wasn't as bad as the inflatable sack, but it still bumped against the top of her throat, making her dribble and drool, and there was nowhere for the spit to flow to, meaning she had to keep swallowing, making it hard to breath. 'You'll have to come back here when it's dinner time. I've had some special food prepared for you.' The only sound she could make was another tired 'grrrph', nothing more coherent. 'Now, I've heard your behind on your homework. So perhaps you should head to the library and complete it there? I've made arrangement so you don't need to be in class - you should make the most of this free time.' She clacked her wrist chains, still pushing against the prong with her tongue. It was locked tightly in, not moving at all! But he stood and moved behind her, unlocking the wrist-chain, leaving the cuffs in place. 'Remember, come back for dinner, or you're going to get very hungry. And thirsty.' Ruby moved towards the door, pulling on it, the thing refusing to budge, as the teacher chuckled. 'Let me unlock that for you. And then you can go and do your homework.' He reached past her, clicking the door open. As soon as she could, she strode out, trying not to gag or splutter around the thing in her mouth, struggling slightly to breath, glad to be out of there. Ruby tried pulling on it, but the lock in her mouth held fast, not shifting. The leather band was tight as well, not offering any release when she tugged at it, the lock mocking her. She could pull it out slightly, making it easy to breath for a moment but there was no way to remove it fully, the tube still firmly lodged in place. She felt like she was drowning in spit, having to swallow constantly to clear her mouth, the cock making it a challenge every time. And there was no way she could eat or drink without it being removed! She growled, or at least tried to, only able to make a wet blubbering sound as her mouth filled with spit again. Chapter 3: Every Day's a School Day Ruby's stomach rumbled, the smells of food from the canteen teasing her. But the gag was still locked around her mouth, and, try as she might, with her hands cuffed behind herself, she couldn't reach up to her mouth to try and remove it. She'd tried nuzzling against tables and walls, hoping to be able to hook something around it and remove it, but the material was tight and stuff around her head, the lock holding tight. And the metal cuffs around her wrists held strong as well - Ruby had given up on trying to break them when the skin around her wrists had started to chafe. Being bound up had attracted some unwanted attention, hands sliding against her thighs as she waited outside classrooms, other students taking the opportunity to have a feel, until she had managed to slip away. With the gag in place, she couldn't ask them to stop, and of course no-one else had tried to help her. The 3-inch prong in her mouth had taken some getting used to and was impossible to make more than vague mumbles around it, but it didn't make her throat ache like it had before. A hand clamped down against her shoulder. 'I thought I had told you that you didn't need to go to class? You're a research subject now, not a student.' The hand tightened on her shoulder as she turned to see Mr Hutton. She grunted in annoyance - he was the one that had locked the damn thing into her mouth! 'Grrrr...' 'Angry kitty, are you?' He tapped her on the head, ruffling her brown hair. 'Cute. Maybe you should have some little kitty-ears to match? I thought you'd be hiding in your room, so went there first, I wasn't expecting you to be in the cafeteria.' Her stomach rumbled again, and she flushed, looking away. 'If you're hungry, you'll have to come by my office. Otherwise, your pretty little mouth stays sealed. No-one else can remove it.' 'Grrphh!' She tried to protest through her gag, feeling her tongue rub along the shaft, unable to form proper words. 'So, does little Ruby want some food?' She paused and then nodded, feeling her stomach cramp around nothingness. 'Good. I've got something special just for you. This way.' He clipped a leash onto her collar and walked away, ignoring the other students waiting in line for their food. She grumbled again, her hands tensing behind herself, the short cuff-chain clicking without any sign of breaking. She let herself be pulled along behind him (not that she had much choice in the matter), out of the cafeteria and through the high and vaulted chamber of the grand hall, before being tugged down into one of the office-passageways. She had to walk fast, or the collar-leash would snap tight and start to drag her along, hurting her neck. Mr Hutton unlocked his office, then pulled her inside and closed the door behind her, locking it again. 'You must be quite hungry?' She nodded, trying to look piteous. Just take the gag off, then let her go and get some food of her own! She didn't want to be experimented on, she just wanted food! 'Blazer off.' 'Mph.' She grunted but still obeyed, removing her uniform blazer as much as she could with her wrists cuffed, the fabric dangling awkwardly, with her dress shirt and tie on beneath. He felt her breasts through her top, gently stroking them. 'These are cute. Not too big, not too small. You've got a nice body, haven't you? Nice legs as well.' He patted her backside, feeling her thighs as well. 'Grrrr...' She just wanted food! 'Shame about that attitude. Well, that's what I'm here for. I'll ensure you're nice and friendly.' She tried moving away, but he kept a tight grip on the leash, keeping her close. 'I've developed an experimental training course for someone like you. Don't worry, if you obey then it won't hurt at all.' 'Grphh!' She didn't want training, or to be hurt! 'Now, on your knees.' He pushed down on her shoulders, until she bent down, knees tapping against the floor. She didn't like this, didn't like being forced to her knees, where all sorts of things could be done to her. 'Will you be a good girl? The sensory deprivation group are always looking for test subjects and your name came up. Of course, if you're a good girl, then I don't mind looking after you, but if you misbehave, then you might find yourself very lonely. You've had some training with them before, haven't you?' Despite herself, she shivered, remembering the darkness - she had been blindfolded, deafened and pushed into a padded coffin, and left there. No matter how much she had begged or pleaded, she hadn't been let out, the darkness and silence oozing into her soul. When she had been let out, she had been almost thankful to be forced to suck a cock, just for the warmth, the physical contact with someone else! Even if the cum had been splashed all over her face. 'So will you be a good girl?' '...Yeph...' He patted her on the head again. 'Good girl. I thought you'd agree.' His hands fiddled with the front of her gag, twisting something up. She felt cooler air through the prong, as air flowed down through it. Then he put a squishy plastic bag of creamy-looking paste on the table above her - it was like the insides of a winebox, with a tap-valve on the bottom. He attached a plastic tube onto this, before plugging the other end into her mouth. When she shook her head to try and dislodge it, he donked her on the head with a knuckle, ignoring her grumble of disquiet. Then he turned the valve, and the stuff started to flow, gravity pushing it towards her. She could see that it was some kind of paste, creamy and thick. 'Mmmpppphh...?' 'A special flavor, just for you. I'm working on a special feeding booth you can use, but this will do for now. Or would you rather have a food bowl to lick it out of?' She shook her head, the tube shifting about, paste flowing inexorably towards her. She wasn't a pet! Even this was better than having to lick out a bowl on the floor. It made its way into her mouth, oozing out of the prong and into her mouth. She gagged at the thick, sweet taste of cum, the stuff filling her mouth. It kept coming, more of it filling her mouth until she had to swallow a mouthful, the taste flowing over her tongue and down her throat, filling her empty belly. 'This should help get you used to the taste. Apparently you don't like cum? Something of a deficiency, really. You could be a lovely little cocksucker. So I'm going to help you with that. Train those lips and that throat of yours.' He stroked her throat, tickling it with warm fingers as she swallowed again. She hated the taste of it! When she moved her tongue to plug the hole in the prong, he reached around and grabbed her breasts, pinching at a nipple. 'I could push the tube into your throat and force-feed you. But this will go a lot more smoothly if you're a good girl and obey. This is the only food you're allowed, so you'll start to enjoy it sooner or later.' She spluttered, her cheeks bulging until her mouth was completely full. 'Makes your cheeks bulge like a hamster. Cute. Now swallow, like the good little cum-slut you are.' She obeyed, wincing at the taste and texture of the goop. At least with a regular blowjob, it was only a small amount, not a constant flow! And she wanted real food, not cum-flavored food-paste! But the stuff kept coming, filling her mouth again and again, now matter how much she swallowed. Mr Hutton stroked her throat whenever she hesitated, or would squeeze a breast, until the stuff finally stopped flowing, the bag now deflated and empty. He patted her on the head. 'Good girl. You see, it's not that bad, is it?' 'Grrpphh.' She tried to glare at him, but it was hard when her eyes were watering from having to choke down the cum-ooze, as he unplugged the tube, a few more droplets flowing into her mouth. 'You're cute when you're angry. But you're going to be a good, obedient cum-slut.' He reached down between her legs, reaching beneath her skirt and stroking between her thighs. 'Hmmm, feels like you've been slacking off a bit. Don't worry, that'll get sorted as well.' 'Hmph!' It wasn't her fault she could go running without risking being dragged into the bushes by the senior students. He felt between her thighs, ignoring how she tensed up, unable to push him away as he stroked a finger between her legs. 'Nice panties. I think from now on they'll be replaced though.' He kept fingering her, ignoring her squirming, as she felt a heat start to blossom between her thighs. 'You're certainly eager, aren't you?' She could feel heat and moisture rising between her legs and felt her face burning into a blush. 'There's a few additives in your food, to make you easier to train.' He kept fingering her, as she squirmed and shuddered - she could feel the arousal building within herself, a warmth she didn't want to be forced to feel. 'Spread your legs.' 'Mppphh...' She obeyed, spreading her legs, still resting on her knees, granting him more access to her body. 'Good girl. See, this is the sort of obedience I expect. If you keep this up, then you'll graduate as a top-class cock-sucker in no time.' His arms were strong around her, as he pushed a finger into her, pushing the silk of her panties into her as well. He carefully pushed her backwards until she was laying on the ground, before removing his finger from inside of her. She couldn't help but make a sigh of disappointment, her lust unfulfilled. He took a roll of gaffer tape and pulled up her skirt, wrapping it around her ankle and thigh, binding them together, then doing the same on the other leg. 'Don't worry, I'll get something better for you later. Maybe leather? Or would you prefer latex?' 'Nepher!' She didn't want to be tied up and trained as a fuck-pet! At the least, she wanted to be someone's special girl, looked after and pampered, not forced to service anyone and everyone! 'Well, you've got the figure to look good in latex. All in good time.' Down on the floor, with her legs tied back against themselves, she felt weak and powerless, especially when he placed his foot against her belly and pushed down. She was full of the cum-paste and could feel it squashing around inside of her as he pressed down onto her. It made her feel queasy, although the edge of her pleasure was still there. He pushed his shoe between her legs, grinding it against her crotch, and she couldn't resist rising up to meet it. It felt so good, just having the pressure of his foot against her. Then she remembered her place and forced herself to relax. She was a free spirit; she didn't want to become a tame cum-slut! With a grunt, she let herself fall flat onto the ground. 'Not wanting to play anymore?' 'Grph!' She couldn't really resist, all she could do was try not to enjoy it. He knelt down, then pushed her legs apart, flipping her skirt back. 'You have sexy panties. You won't be wearing them for much longer though.' He teased her a little more, as she tried to resist, although it felt so good. 'The food is having an effect, it seems. You're nice and wet already.' Then he tore them off, the soft material easily ripping, leaving her completely bare. 'And you're even shaved as well! Good girl, nice and clean and tidy.' She shivered and squirmed, wanting that pleasure to overwhelm her, but not wanting to let him have the satisfaction. But it felt so good! Something plastic slid into her, her slit so wet the thing easily entered her body. It was attached by a wire to a battery pack, which he put on her belly. 'I will be checking on you, so if you snip the wire, then I'll be punishing you.' Then another roll of tape went around her leg and was used to attach it in place. It gave her a tentative buzz, stimulating her but not enough to get her over the edge. Ruby tried to tense and twitch her legs, but couldn't push the thing out, as it continued to sputter intermittently inside of her. 'Would you like to go commando all the time?' She shook her head. 'Nphh!' 'Good. I've got some specialist clothing, just for you.' She tried wriggling away, not wanting whatever he was going to give her. He opened up a drawer and pulled out several bands of metal, a beaded metal prong protruding. She froze and grunted out a protest. She didn't want to be put into chastity! She was a free spirit, she wanted to be able to touch herself whenever she wanted! He squirted lube onto the prong. But there was no way for her to squirm away, as Mr Hutton wrapped the waistband around Ruby's skin, the metal cold and hard. 'Npphh!' She tried wriggling away, but he held her in place, putting a curved metal plate over her crotch, lifting her up to slide the prong between her ass-cheeks. It slid into her, bitterly cold, the metal violating her body. The "click" seemed deafening as the belt was locked around her body, sealing the huge-feeling lump of metal into her anus, the vibrating egg still bound into her pussy. 'Pleaph? Sirph...' 'Don't worry, little Ruby. This is all part of the training. You need to be more attentive to the needs of others. This will make you a good fit for your owner, make you less independent. You should be nice and sweet to your owner!' She shook her head. She didn't want an owner! Then the vibe stirred into life for a sustained buzz, the sensation washing through her, blurring out whatever Mr Hutton was saying. When she came to, she could feel her dampness, between her thighs, caught against the metal of the belt. The metal! A wave of claustrophobia overcame her, a sense of being trapped and contained, her body no longer truly hers, as she wriggled around on the floor, managing to roll over, able to move her hands enough to feel the waistband of the thing. She ran her fingers along it, unable to find any cracks or flaws. It was snug-fitting, with some padding on the inside to keep the metal from chafing too badly. 'Pleaph!? Nppphh!' He stamped down on a buttock, grinding her underfoot. 'I'll be monitoring you from now on.' Mr Hutton held up a remote control, tapping a button, the vibrator stirring up inside of her, making her gasp with unfulfilled pleasure, before he pressed it again and it shut down. Despite herself, she whined - if she had to be treated like this, she at least wanted to come! 'Now, to start with, I'll keep you on a long leash - as you as you come and check in with me, you can do what you want the rest of the time. But if you don't, then I will have to start controlling you more rigorously, do you understand?' She wanted to protest, but all she could was wriggle around powerlessly, trying to grind her hips against the floor. She wanted to come! Even if it was in front of him, she deserved it! She was a good girl, wasn't she? His foot pressed against her buttock again, squashing it down. 'So from now on, you're going to be very well-behaved. I hope that soon you'll be well-trained enough to advance to the next stage of training, when you don't need to have your mouth sealed. Would you like that?' Ruby didn't want to answer - she didn't want to stay gagged, but she didn't want to become a cocksucker either! Tied at the back of the classroom, their mouth free to use, even the girls using straps-on to make their throats bulge. The foot pressed down harder. 'I asked you a question.' '...Yeph, Sirph...' 'Good girl. If you behave, then you can get more exclusive training, rather than being publicly used.' He took her leash and tied it around one of the legs of his desk, leaving her tied down. 'I have meetings to go to, so I'll let one of the nurses come by to return you to your room. Don't make a mess unless you want to be punished. And the vibe is set to random, to keep you interested, but without getting off. If you want to go to the toilet, you'll have to come see me as well.' 'Grph!' She tried to protest but was cut off by another wave from the vibe, making a strangled grunt of stifled pleasure, before it stopped. He pressed his foot down onto her again, before moving away and unlocking the door to let himself out. She heard the door lock again, sealing her in. With her legs forcibly splayed, and her hands cuffed behind herself, she couldn't do anything other wriggle around, her belly full of the cum-paste. How long would she be left here for?
Ruby pushed her head forward, the rubbery dildo sliding down her throat. When the thing was fully in her mouth, something clicked, and it dispensed the cum-paste, filling her mouth. She carefully slurped the stuff down, making sure not to dribble any out. The first few times she had spat the goop out but had then had to spend the rest of the day going hungry, stomach rumbling. The canteen refused to feed her, or even to remove her gag - it was cum-flavored paste, or nothing. But even this was better than having to suck actual cocks. The flavor of those was far worse, and that was before a blast of hot cum show into her mouth, again and again. And so she deep-throated the dildo again until it clicked, withdrawing so the paste didn't flow right into her throat and choke her, swallowing every drop. A hand patted her on the head. 'Good girl. You're starting to adjust. Although you've had nothing but cum or cum-paste for quite a while now, have you?' 'Npphh, Maphter.' His grip was tight enough that she couldn't withdraw from the cock, her speech mumbled. It wasn't fair that the only time her mouth was unsealed was to suck cock or for this particular humiliation! Why couldn't she be allowed to eat normal food? The hand stroked her head again, and she felt herself wriggle, glad of some human contact that didn't involve someone shoving a cock down her throat. Compared to some of the deep-throat ravaging she had endured, having to suck the dildo was practically gentle! 'I've arranged a special lesson for you. A physical education session, with Miss Aith observing. She wants to sketch you, and I want to find out how much stamina you have.' He pushed her head forward, the cock stretching out her throat. She was used enough to having her throat filled that it didn't hurt much, but it made it hard to breath, impossible to talk, and she could feel tears starting to prickle her eyes, making her makeup run. 'And you've eaten all your lunch as well! Very good. Lots of protein, and that special flavor I know you love.' She whimpered around the cock, before he pulled her head backwards, letting her withdraw. 'Now, get changed.' She stayed kneeling on the ground, her hands free for once, allowing her to undo her tie then unbutton her blouse. Any sense of shame she might have felt was now long-gone - after everything she had been through, then simply being naked was virtually normal. Beneath the blouse, she was wearing a cute pink bra, which she unhooked, sliding her arms out, the air chill against her breasts. And then her skirt was removed, neatly folded to reveal her chastity belt beneath. The damn belt! She could feel her lust rising up beneath it, her pussy wet and ready, so close, but on the wrong side of a few centimeters of unbreakable steel. She was washed and cleaned regularly, the metal washed of her sweat and anything else, but always when restrained, her folds played with, but never enough. Even when it was the nurses cleaning her, it had ceased to be terrifying, instead she was just desperate for release! Those latex-wrapped fingers would probe inside of her, too-gently pushing into her and checking her, before withdrawing, leaving her unfulfilled. She'd tried begging and pleading through her gag, tears trickling down her face, but all to no avail, other than earning herself a few slaps and pinches. Mr Hutton stroked her face, before reaching down and unlocking her chastity belt, carefully pulling the metal away. The cool air was a blissful delight between her thighs, and her arousal immediately spiked, but she knew better than to try and touch herself, knowing that it would only result in further punishment and pain. 'Good girl. No touchies, remember! Now, get dressed.' Her uniform consisted of tight black PE bloomers, so tight that clearly showed the outline of her crotch, already slightly damp. A cotton t-shirt, so thin it was virtually transparent, did little to cover her either, only just covering her breasts, leaving her belly bare. The outfit made her aware again of the collar around her neck, the metal warmed by her body, but still tight, impossible to remove, and ready to shock her. Knee-high socks and trainers were a welcome change from stockings and stilettos, her ankles and calves glad of the relief. And, of course, cuffs at wrists and ankles, the D-rings jangling against leather when she moved too fast. 'Now, let's go. I've booked one of the rooms. Follow me.' She didn't have much say in the matter, as a leash was clipped into place, and she was pulled forward. The bloomers were so tight, she could feel them clinging to her pussy. As she was pulled through the hallways of the university, she could see the other students staring at her, and started to move her arms to cross across her breasts, trying to hide them. A shock ran through her collar, making her gasp, and she lowered her arms, hoping not to draw too much attention. The trainers felt light and springy, her legs powerful, no longer forced onto high heels. She'd used to like running but hadn't been allowed to here. At least, not in any footwear that wouldn't risk breaking an ankle! They went up onto one of the upper levels of the central building, a wide walkway lined with stone blocks for sculptures, a few topped with torsos, wrapped with rope and leather. He swiped his keycard through a reader, a door beeping open, lock releasing. Inside were bright lights, the stone walls concealed behind white sheets to reflect and diffuse the lighting. Another teacher was already present - Miss Aith was sat atop another student, dressed in an elegant and sleek black gown, covering all her flesh yet shaping itself tightly enough around her lush body to make it clear how attractive she was, seductive panels of lace and gauze hinting at the soft flesh beneath. The student beneath her was a young man, their head concealed beneath a leather hood, brawny with muscle, their skin marked with lash-marks. A fat candle was burning on a side-table, vanilla scent heavy in the air. 'Ah, William! So this is the student you were telling me about?' Mr Hutton pulled her forward, groping a breast through her skimpy t-shirt. 'She is. Still a work-in-progress, but she should be what you need. Kept in denial and cum-trained. You're a good little cum-slut, aren't you, Ruby?' She shuddered, but he continued to grope her breasts, grabbing her, the top doing nothing to protect her. Then he grabbed her ass. 'I asked you a question, Ruby.' 'Yes, Sir. Ruby is a good cum-slut.' She hated saying it, hearing the words coming from her own mouth, but knew that the punishment for not obeying would be even worse. The taste of the stuff still lingered in her throat, traces of it in her mouth, thick and sticky no matter how much she tried to swallow it away. 'I want to see how bendy you are, and Miss Aith would like some sketches of a contorted human body. Unfortunately, all the nurses are busy, but you're a tough little thing, so I'm sure you'll be fine.' He patted her ass again. 'Now, bend backwards.' He guided her in a supported fall, her body being arched backwards until her palms were on the floor, her body bent into a curve. Her top fell even lower down, now only covering half of her breasts, the world upside-down. 'Good girl.' He slapped a hand against her belly with a solid "thud", making her gasp, before he tweaked her naval piercing. 'You do have a lovely flat belly, nice and toned. Keeping you on your restrictive diet means you can't get any pudge.' |