: Yang, Unnamed Boys
Kinks: Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Rape, Extreme Sex, Deformation, Extreme Insertions
Summary: Yang enrolls herself in a new class in hopes of obtaining better training for the future, only for certain challenges to pop out when she least expected. Once the day is done, her classmates invite her for a special sort of 'bonding' as a group. (First half of the story focuses on Exhibitionism and humiliation, then shifts to extreme sex.)
From the beginning, Yang knew that being invited to this new class was suspicious for one reason or another. Being one of the most prestigious classes in the school, reserved specifically for 'heavy' and 'power'-based fighters, the stories about the training students received and the results they showed from taking the class were something of a legend. However, one detail remained stuck in Yang's head.
Never had there been a female student accepted into the class.
The reasons for this bounced around based on rumors and all sorts of hearsay, but the fact remained that if she took the class, she would be the only woman to ever do so. It would also mean she was the only girl in the room.
On the other hand, pushing past the suspect nature of her invitation, refusing to take the class could mean she never got to train at as high of a level as it might allow. More than just attacking her competitive desire to be the best at what she did, being on a team meant fighting as hard as she could to help the other three members. With noble intent in mind, alongside a fair share of excitement for the many possibilities, Yang signed up for the class.
Upon walking into the first class and receiving her workout uniform, she knew it to be a mistake.
When walking into the locker room, she looked at the clothes handed to her by the appropriately massive teacher. It was a two-piece outfit consisting of a pair of small black shorts, ones almost identical to the ones she wore with her standard combat outfit, as well as a similarly black sports bra. Of course, the issue came about as she saw that the sports bra didn't come anywhere close to her cup size.
Poking her head out to ask about the uniform did nothing but get her yelled at, which she should have expected. The words hurled at her were about taking too long, which she already saw half the other students berated for. Her only option came to be putting on the tight clothing, which ended up meaning she had to lose her panties at the same time. The tightness of the shorts highlighting her panties would embarrass her sense of fashion significantly more than just a bit of camel toe.
Walking out in a top filled nearly to the point of bursting thanks to her cleavage, Yang's cheeks burned red as several classmates whistled and cheered. While she normally didn't shy away from showing some skin, being forced to show off in such a blatant way hit her sense of comfort more powerfully than she expected, leaving her vulnerable before two dozen sets of hungry eyes. She would normally shove a fist into their face for such a thing when feeling so weak, but the way the coach instantly yelled at the boys for not focusing on class told her it wouldn't end well to start a fight.
As the class truly began, Yang hoped that the lesson plans would let her think only about training and not her tightly-compressed breasts. In the end, her hopes were only partially granted.
The exercises she needed to perform were indeed the toughest she'd ever faced. Lifting heavier weights, going through more reps than she did on her own, and needing better form than she thought possible.
The only consolidation Yang had during it all came in the form of the many boys around her that appeared even more beaten down by the exercise than her. By all means, she was doing better than the majority of the class.
That remained true for the first half of the class, right up until Yang needed to perform a butterfly press.
Straining her muscles to push forward the immense weight provided by the machine, it came as a sudden, brutal shock to Yang's senses as the tight bra she'd nearly forgotten about gave in and tore in two right in front. In a singular instant, her tightly-packed breasts gained utter freedom as they exposed themselves to the world, causing several students to slow in their tasks as the ripping sound captured their attention.
Yang gasped and flung her hands over her chest as quickly as she possibly could, allowing the weights to drop inside the machine and clang so loudly that everyone else turned their attention to the brightly blushing blonde.
As she stood up to escort herself to the locker room for her clothing, the harsh voice of her professor stopped her in place.
"Xiao Long! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" The giant monster of an instructor barked, glaring her down.
Clutching at her chest to cover it as best she could, Yang assumed he didn't see what just happened, something she felt grateful for. "Sir, my top tore open and-"
Before she could come close to finishing her statement, his voice came right back, filling the room with its booming tone. "And why the hell does that mean you get to slack off?! Top or not, you're going to get back to that machine and finish those reps! I don't care if you or any of these other idiots tear up all the clothes you have, you will Finish! Your! Exercise!"
By the tone of his voice and the nearly bursting vein on his neck, Yang knew she didn't have any choice in the matter. Feeling humiliated from the berating and the knowledge of what she needed to do, Yang's body burned as she walked right back to the machine.
Sitting down on the bench, she saw all eyes on her. Shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth, Yang pulled her arms away from her chest to resume her reps on the machine. In that movement she fully revealed her milky breasts to the class, allowing each and every one of her assembled peers to look upon her large, pink-tipped mounds.
She could feel their gazes even as she kept her eyes closed, and the sensation of the room's circulating air brushing across her sweat-covered breasts made her even more aware of how thoroughly exposed she was. It didn't help that the cool wind forced her uncovered nipples to stiffen due to the stimulation, giving her classmates the idea that she enjoyed being seen in such a vulnerable state. At the same time, Yang did her best to pretend the warmth and wetness between her legs consisted only of sweat thanks to the exertion of her thighs.
With the class continuing on in the same fashion as before, Yang had no real opportunity to cover her chest for more than just a few moments. On any machine that left her arms available, the teacher would bark at her for being too focused on something other than the workout. As such, she needed to leave her chest bare as often as possible if she had any desire to get in the professor's good graces rather than his shit list.
Though the humiliation of being so thoroughly on display struck her hard enough that it left her fairly shaken throughout the rest of her workout, it didn't come close to matching the sinking feeling in her gut when the instructor mentioned what they would be doing next.
Grappling practice.
As he made the announcement and all the students gathered around, Yang tried her best to think of some way out of what she knew would be the most embarrassing moments so far. Other than walking out of the class, the only thing she could imagine doing was throwing her matches quickly. The issue came with what she knew would be an intensely angry response from the professor if she did that. Other than that, all she could do consisted of trying her hardest and hoping that the boys staring at her tits didn't have the balls to try and cop a feel.
She waited anxiously, watching bout after bout between the boys. Every match diminished her confidence that she would be able to get through even just a single round without being groped. The grappling by its very nature became a mess of clinging limbs and closely-clutched bodies almost instantly, and picturing herself in place of any of the fighters showed her at least a dozen moments where her breasts would brush against the other.
"Xiao long!" The coach called out suddenly, startling Yang out of her thoughts. "You think you're done wetting yourself enough that you can toughen up and get in the ring?!"
His words brought confusion for Yang, but as the rest of the class burst out in laughter while looking below her chest, she got an idea of what he meant. Snapping her head down, it became evident to Yang that a liquid was slowly leaking from the crotch of her shorts. Though her first thought wondered if she somehow pissed herself, it took just seconds to realize what actually happened.
While moving toward the starting point for her bout, Yang tried not to think about the cause of that liquid. In her mind, it seemed like a harder decision to admit that it was her own arousal leaking down her legs than the idea of saying she pissed herself
Standing in front of her opponent she did her best to think about only the match, but it became instantly clear that her opponent didn't intend to do the same.
As soon as the whistle blew he lunged forward and pressed his chest against hers. Yang may have accepted it as a valid move were it not for the placement of his hands, directly on her tightly-covered ass. Lavender eyes blinked red in a flash as Yang instantly took him to the ground, making him pay for his displaced focus by ending the round quickly. She obtained victory so fast that the professor congratulated her as she stood up and covered her breasts.
Unfortunately, Yang impressed him so much that he declared she would keep fighting until beaten.
Her face dropped in horror as she realized what that meant, and the faces of every boy in class grew bright with excitement. One by one they happily strolled into the arena, confident they could beat Yang and get a good feel in at the same time. Yang only proved them half wrong in those assumptions.
As the next contender came up, he started by locking her in a grapple that clenched his hand directly onto the deeply dug camel toe between her legs. By the time she knocked him to the floor, he'd begun pressing the fabric into the slick hole underneath.
The boy following him grabbed onto her nipple and twisted, earning a pained growl and an even more painful slam into the ground. After that came a classmate that groped her chest from behind, and another that did the same from the front.
Things became even more humiliating for Yang as they started finding ways to slip their hands into her shorts, and more than a few managed to tweak her clit by the time she put them down. Even more managed to slip inside her holes, sliding easily into her pussy or more painfully into her ass.
By the time she finished going through the entire class, her breasts and sex felt just as sore as the rest of her intensely exhausted body. She looked around for the next opponent, only for the teacher to signal otherwise.
"Long!" He shouted, sounding just as angry as he had for the entire class. "Good job today!" Yang felt confusion bubble in her mind. It seemed strange to actually hear him say something nice, and it gave her the feeling that the other shoe was about to drop. "You get to go shower while I shout at the rest of these idiots for not being able to take down one person!"
When the concept of being finished entered Yang's mind, her shoulders slumped in much-needed relief. Nodding in understanding, she started heading to the women's showers.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Xiao Long?" That booming voice called out again, making Yang turn to look at him in questioning. "What makes you think I'm going to let your single ass mess up that shower for the custodian?! Get in the men's showers, now!" He pointed to the other door with a tone that didn't budge an inch, telling Yang he meant his words.
She looked to the other door in mortification but didn't have a single way to change his mind. The only chance she had was to finish showering before the rest of the boys got there.
Rushing into the tiled room, Yang took a quick look around before stripping herself of her ruined training bra and drenched shorts. The sweat and arousal soaking the black material forced it to stick to her like a second skin, making the process of removing them significantly more difficult, and infinitely more arousing as the fabric stuck to her soaked lips. Even as she pulled them away from her body, Yang couldn't help but notice the sticky strands of juice connecting her slick cunt to the saturated cloth.
Attempting to brush the idea aside and get on with things, Yang bundled the clothes up in a ball on top of her shoes then padded along to the showerheads. The entire room formed a large, open area with showers lining the walls, giving absolutely zero privacy. Though no one else yet entered the room, Yang already felt exposed as though she were being watched from just a few feet away.
She tried to shake off the feeling and to stop thinking about the long, humiliating class she just went through, but the lingering touches on her body made it difficult. She hoped a quick shower would help wash away the thoughts and let her get on with her day.
As soon as the water turned on and struck her tired body, however, Yang couldn't delude herself into believing she would only take a short utility shower. The sensation of hot water crashing against her drained muscles pronounced just how hard she worked, making her feel as though she hadn't rested in days.
Yang rested her forehead and forearm against the wall as the life-saving liquid tortured her body with relief, allowing her a necessary reprieve. She needed to give herself time to relax, even if the threat of others walking in on her loomed in the back of her mind. Even if she wanted to, Yang didn't feel confident that she would be able to move to cover herself at all.
At just the thought of being seen while so completely vulnerable, Yang felt the return of the humiliation and shameful arousal she'd experienced all class. Thinking about how long her classmates stared at her breasts, how they each saw the wetness of her shorts, and how everyone got a chance to grope the body they lusted after, it all made Yang ache in a different way than the rough exercise.
Before she could stop herself, Yang already trailed her free hand down her body. Starting from the top of her chest, she applied gentle pressure as she moved all the way down, flowing with the water until she reached the apex between her legs. She breathed in deeply as she touched the hood of her clit, already able to tell that it was stiff with arousal.
Shifting her digits lower, Yang started rubbing small circles on her lips with two fingers, teasing herself as her breath hitched. With a particularly powerful jolt of pleasure ran through her, she let out a moan, completely forgetting where she was.
As if determined to remind her of just that, the sound of someone clearing their throat met Yang's ears. Amidst her relaxed, unsuspecting and lustful state, it sounded more like a gunshot than anything she felt prepared for.
Jolting as fear rushed like ice through her blood, Yang spun around in an instant. She nearly lost balance in the uncoordinated movement, leaving her struggling for solid footing as she grabbed onto the shower controls for assistance. The movement only stilled as she got a good look at who was behind her, and what state they were in.
Each standing next to each other and staring directly at Yang with powerful lust burning in their eyes, every member of the class looked at her naked form. Not a single stitch of clothing could be found on their forms, each of them entirely bare with long, hard cocks throbbing.
Before she could open her mouth to get a single word out, multiple boys were already closing in. Among them all, not a single classmate had anything shorter than a foot long shaft, leaving her with vivid memories of Jaune and Ren destroying her at Nora's command. Imagining something of that sort happening again kept her stiffly frozen in place, unable to move as two of them grabbed her by the arms on either side and one pressed his cock against her stomach from the front.
"You know, Blondie," the boy in front of her spoke as her lavender eyes stared up into his own, "I think that after spending all class with you, we all still want to spend a little more time bonding as classmates!"
Yang finally snapped out of her stupor as the boys on her sides lifted her into the air, with each one grabbing one of her thighs and spreading them apart to expose her dripping slit.
"Wait!" Yang screamed out as she finally returned to her senses. As much as it turned her on, Yang had no true desire for her already sore body to be raped by over two dozen classmates. She thrashed in their grips, trying and failing to worm her way out as the first boy's cock lined up with her slit. "Don't! I'll do anything, just-!"
Ignoring her words entirely, the first of many between her legs grabbed onto her hips and pulled her down as roughly as possible. His massive dick speared into her in one swift movement, wrenching her walls apart as he buried himself to the hips instantly.
A scream tore its way through Yang's throat as she thrashed in their arms, filled with pain and pleasure in equally indescribable measure. The blunt tip of his shaft managed to break through her cervix in that same motion, defiling her innermost chamber. She could see the bulging of her stomach as he stuffed her cunt, claiming her already as the class' cock sleeve.
"Fuck me, you're tight!" He groaned as he grabbed the bulge formed by his cock, then started thrusting into her clenching snatch. "But I bet I can make you even tighter~!" With that same hand, he started applying crushing force to the bulge. As Yang screamed in agony he just moaned in pleasure, loving the way she tightened even further on her own thanks to it. "Alright, everyone! Let's show the new girl what we do to sluts like her!"
While Yang futilely tried to escape the grips of her classmates, a hand latched onto her wet blonde mane and ripped her head back. The sudden pain throughout her scalp forced Yang to gasp, giving the one who pulled on her hair the perfect opportunity to shove his cock straight into her mouth.
Given the massive girth of this new dick, Yang's jaw filled with sharp, searing pain that Yang had no outlet for as it plunged deep into her throat. Much like her other classmate below, the boy fucking her throat clenched his hands around Yang's neck to tighten her even further around his cock as he started brutally pounding into her mouth.
Cum-filled balls slapped Yang's nose over and over as she choked and gagged on his shaft, unable to breathe even slightly while her own saliva started leaking out onto her face. It ruined what little ability to fight back she had left, taking away all instincts to fight other than a desperate need for air.
As Yang's increasingly limited air supply grew shorter and shorter she didn't have much to do besides accept the brutal fucking, feeling her cunt and throat being stretched out fill her with pain. At the same time, it sparked the nerves of her body with that same masochistic pleasure that Nora awoke within her before, forcing her cunt to squeeze down around her rapist as he set off orgasm after orgasm.
A particularly strong thrust into the back of Yang's womb sent her into yet another powerful climax, one accompanied by a sudden growing warmth inside of her. With black spots slowly filling her vision, it took Yang a moment to realize that the first boy climaxed at the same time, and was in the middle of stuffing her full of cum.
Yang barely had a chance to think about the virile cum pumping into her before her attention shifted once more to the cock in her mouth, or rather, the sudden lack of one. Given a chance to breathe, Yang took it with gusto, inhaling deeply as the oxygen brought her back to her senses.
Being on the edge of an orgasm himself, the boy in her mouth ripped his shaft out and jerked his shaft until he set himself off. Thick ropes of seed coated Yang's gasping face as she still fought for air, joining the spit as he went even further to shoot down her body and onto her chest.
Before she could gain enough strength to fight back, all the hands holding onto her simply let go, dropping her to the floor. She groaned from making contact with the hard tile floor, and slowly tried to turn herself over to crawl away. Her eyes blearily saw the exit as the voices of her classmates started to argue above her, but she paid it no mind as she tried her hardest to get away.
In an instant, her hopes of escaping vanished as a sturdy hand clamped onto her ankle and ripped her back, pulling her into the air as Yang screamed out in fear.
Her screaming continued for a moment until someone slapped her across the face, silencing her while a voice spoke out.
"Here's the thing, Blondie," it said, clearly annoyed, "we don't have enough time to take turns like that before the next class. What does that mean? We're just going to have to fit more than two of us at a time. Let's hope you don't break too much."
Having an idea of what they meant thanks to Ren and Jaune, Yang thrashed in their grips as more hands latched onto her, desperately trying to free herself from their rough hands. Apparently annoying them with her screams, a cock quickly speared into her throat, rendering her nearly silent as she struggled against them.
By the time her classmates seemed to settle on a position, Yang had no clue which way was up or down, nor what exactly they had in mind. She got an idea as another cock stuffed itself into her cum dripping slit, followed by another much more painfully forcing its way into her unprepared ass. Those two alone were enough to make tears pour from Yang's eyes as the writhed between them, but she quickly learned that they had much more in store.
Before either shaft filling her lower holes moved even an inch, she felt both of them shift to the side. Yang didn't have an inclination as to why they would do that until she felt two more shaft heads press against those same holes, right next to the first pair. Filled with a sudden, chilling terror, Yang tried to shake her head around the dick in her mouth, only to fail at moving in the slightest.
Unable to do anything against them, both cocks started pushing into her holes, spreading each of them at least eight inches wide and making her feel as though she would split in half at any moment. All at once, those four cocks suddenly thrust into her, burying themselves as deeply as possible. The mind-breaking agony that flooded through Yang nearly made her black out as she spasmed around their shafts, filled with pain as she involuntarily came in an explosive orgasm.
When another cock crammed its way into her throat alongside the first, Yang could barely spare a single thought to consider the brutal dislocation of her jaw. They garnered a far stronger reaction when a blunt tip lined up with each of her impossibly small nipple openings, pressing forward in a movement that felt more like being impaled than fucked. It didn't stop her mind from flooding with pleasure at the same time, but it likewise didn't stop her heart from skipping a beat as those cocks thrust deeply into her chest.
Every bit of Yang's body felt suffering greater than anything Nora managed to bring her, but Yang's mind stayed right on the edge of blacking out all the while. Some idle part of her brain figured they couldn't do anything else to her, only to be proven utterly wrong.
For one moment, every cock breaking her body paused, and once more she felt the ones inside of her shifting. The only indication of what it meant came as she felt a pair of cocks press against her tiny, virgin urethra, and then push with enough force to spread the minuscule hole around their massive girths.
By the time those two final shafts bottomed out inside of Yang, she'd already blacked out, unable to handle the glorious agony filling her body to the brim and beyond.
Hours later, the brutalized blonde finally gained consciousness once more. Her lavender eyes opened as her senses lit up with lingering torment, bringing a raspy scream from her ruined throat. She tried to get some sense of how damaged her classmates left her, but found it difficult with her pain-scrambled brain.
The only thing she could tell her aura fixed was her jaw that no longer resembled that of a hungry snake's, though any movement felt like hell. Judging by similar aches in her hips and ribs, she imagined that more happened while she blacked out, but couldn't be sure. Her body as a whole felt as though it doubled in weight, and a glance down told her why as her breasts and stomach remained bloated with a flood of cum.
Her formerly pristine nipples remained gaped and leaking cum as the fluid flowed from her chest, and she could feel the same from her lower holes. Even her urethra felt as though it were on fire, and it seemed like her bladder was sufficiently packed with the same seed that seemed to coat every inch of her body. The taste, feel and the scent of the stuff filled her every sense, and Yang didn't know how she could every get rid of it.
Unable to do anything else, Yang pushed herself to the peak that her wrecked body could handle to start slowly crawling to the exit, determined to get to the nurse's office. She needed help to heal, especially since she knew she would have the same class again three times a week.