Learning Your Place

by TheLastYukami

Headmistress Fiora has had an iron hold on Lightshield University as a strict and harsh administrator. When one of the teachers is released for sickness, she has to fill in the slot. What happens when a trio of students experience her attitude first hand and take it upon themselves to teach her a lesson? And what if it becomes a domino effect? Commission for Yilom. Contains smut.

3. Chapter 3

The hurried rhythmic clacking of heels on the ceramic tiled floors of the Headmaster's hall served as the only sound to be made, the source of the rushed steps a young woman. She wore a white frilled blouse with gray women's slacks. Her dark brown hair was long, stretching down to her lower back in a seamlessly smooth fall. Under her right arm was a generously sized folder with numerous papers stacked enough to open the gap between her arm and side almost four inches. She had the expression of annoyance on her face, obvious discontent with her current situation.

"I swear, she is so ready to reprimand anyone for being a few seconds late to a meeting but does whatever she wants when she is called for something ACTUALLY important…" she mumbled, rolling her eyes as she turned the corner of the lobby and down the hall to the headmaster's office. Reaching the door, she stopped in her tracks and paused, inhaling deeply before removing the irritated expression she held previously and replacing it with a faux smile. Once content with her wile, she gripped the knob to the door and opened it, scanning the secretariats space for anyone. Seeing the room vacant, she walked to the double doors that stood as the entrance to the headmaster's office.

She raised her knuckle up and knocked lightly onto the large doors. "Headmistress Laurent? It's me, Maya Carus. I am here to verify that you are still able to speak to the students at the Honor's Convocation in an hour." The woman called. When no sound replied to her call, she rolled her eyes in aggravation. "May I enter?"

Another long pause of silence. She wanted so badly to scream swears at the woman she was obligated to call her superior, but stilled her tongue when she knew the consequence. Come on, you stuck up bitch. Open the door already…

"I am entering, Ms. Laurent!" she called before reaching for the door knob. The moment she grabbed the ornate handle, however, the knob turned quickly, before the door swung open quickly to reveal the head coach of the athletics department. The young woman jumped in shock at the sudden appearance of the significantly larger man as he stood between her and the inside of the office.

"Ms. Carus. It is good to see you." James spoke first. His forehead was lined slightly with sweat, and it was easily noticeable that his breathing was erratic, but he hoped that the young woman had not taken notice to it.

"O-Oh! Good afternoon, Coach Armstrong! I didn't expect to see you here, or opening the Headmistress' door. Is she in there? She has to speak at the convocation in an hour." Maya replied, pulling the folder she had under her arm to her chest and wrapping both her arms around the stack.

"Really now? She brought me here about ten minutes ago to discuss some changes to the athletics department, but left suddenly when she got a call. I can only assume she is outside or somewhere in the halls with better reception." James replied. The young woman groaned out the irritation she had held for the moments she was coming up here.

"Gods, that woman has no clue what she wants and what she needs sometimes…" she said. James chuckled at her words. "I mean really! She gets mad at us for being slightly late to her 'important' meetings, but comes in to something actually relevant however she wants!"

"You're not wrong, but don't let her hear you saying that. The last time someone challenged her about what she does, they got a ruler to the forehead and a week's pay deducted." James replied jokingly, leaning against the door and wiping the sweat from his brow.

"She's such a bitch sometimes though. She acts all high and mighty, talking down to whoever she wants and judging us like we're animals and she is a god."

"Ooooh…you said a bad word. I should report you to her for that." He joked, earning a giggle from the smaller woman. "But I understand what you mean. I am sure she just has a lot of weight to deal with. She maybe a slu-I mean, a bit rough, but she is only looking out for the university's sake."

"You're taking her side, James? After she threw the worst at you specifically last week?" she asked, genuine shock on her face. "God, you must have a heart of gold or titanium to resist not slapping her for what she said."

James smirked, recalling the exact incident where Fiora shrieked something awful because he interrupted her during a meeting. He smiled wider when he remembered going with her after the meeting to rail her violently into the women's bathroom stall, forcing her to drink rope after rope of his spunk and filling her ass with jizz until it leaked. "…Like I said, little rough but she means well. She apologized to me after that anyway." He stated. Maya's eyes widened.

"Fiora Laurent? Apologizing? To a man? That is funny. Either you developed a nice humor since then or she found something to shift her pompous attitude around."

"Who knows? She could have gotten the bitch fucked out of her by some guy she met." He said, his tone slightly hinting to truth, but unnoticed as the woman was laughing at his words. Over the young woman's laughter however, he heard a very distinct moan come from behind him, and looked concerned as he watched the teacher.

"You definitely became a comedian after last week. I doubt any guy wouldn't run for the hills from that woman." She said, obviously unaware of the moan that came from within the office. James internally sighed in relief. "Anyway, if you see her, tell her that we need her within thirty minutes to prepare. If you can get her to apologize for running her mouth, you can get her to move from one place to another."

"Consider it done. You said in thirty minutes right?" James repeated, his voice slightly louder than previously. Once again, and to his surprise, she was unaware of any changes, as evident in her expression.

"Thirty minutes. Counting on you, James!" the woman stated as she turned around and walked to the door of the secretariat office. James merely waved to her, watching the woman exit and closing the door behind her. When she was out of earshot and eye sight, he sighed before turning around to the inside of the room.

"Close call. Did you really need me to plug up her mouth to keep us from being caught?" he scolded, walking over to the desk where said headmistress was nude and bent over the desk, her lower half occupied by the dark-skinned mathematics teacher Caleb, currently thrusting balls deep and harshly into her jiggling ass. Her hands were tied behind her back tightly, her mouth gagged with her black satin underwear, and her make up on her face staining her skin from the sweat, tears and spunk that the two males liberally enjoyed providing for the last hour.

"Nngh..! Sorry, J…I think I hit a sweet spot because she tightened up really hard." The teacher groaned as he continued to piston into Fiora. James smirked before walking up to her face and kneeling, removing the makeshift gag from her mouth and being met with fervent moans and breathing.

"Enjoying yourself?" he mocked, cupping her chin up and meeting her eyes. She could only send a pleading look, as her heavy breathing restrained her of vocal contact. "I would hope so, considering your doing so well in keeping yourself in good behavior for us for so long. I knew all you needed was a good fucking and you would be proper." James stood from his knees, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants from his waist, his half erect member rising back slowly from being interrupted previously. He pressed the tip of the engorged member to her face slapping the sweltering and slightly lubricated erection onto her cheek. "About time we finished where we left off, Fiora. That tongue and those lips having a generous helping of my dick."

Wordlessly she moved her mouth to the underside of his shaft and began running her tongue up and down it length, knowing the consequence of disobedience. It had been three months since that fateful afternoon where she was put in hostage to the lust of three of her students, and then in the "care" of her subordinate instructors. She could barely remember the last moment where her legs could function effectively without strained effort, or when her meals didn't have an aftertaste of seed. Her senses nearly accustomed themselves to the stench of the male's crotches and spunk, and she was more than aware of the circumstance whenever they approached her wherever it may be. She could remember the times one or both greeted her at her car, at her office door, or even between classes for a quick fuck. It was a disgusting and dishonorable way she was forced to adopt, but it is debatably better than the consequence of them revealing her photos and videos with three students.

After a few seconds of lubricating the coach's erection with saliva, she felt him lower his head to her lips before being greeted with the painfully familiar sensation of a full mouth and a rapid punching of her throat. His hands moved from her chin and his cock to the sides of her head, his fingers curling and tangling into her hair. With his grip made, he thrusted slowly down her throat, his scrotum slapping her chin and her tongue running under his tongue.

"That's a good girl. Suck my dick like the slut you are…" he ordered. "Be sure to hurry up now, you have a few hundred students to chat with in an hour."

"Fuck…she tightened up again...! I'm gonna cum!" Caleb groaned, his hips slamming harder and shaking the wooden desk forward before he buried himself completely into her snatch, releasing his spunk yet again into her. At this point she barely felt different about being filled with seed, the sensation of jizz occupying her womanhood to the point of overflow feeling more natural than it should. She could feel the throb of his cock as it ejected his fluid into her, and it disgusted her deeply to feel her body used and abused so savagely by two men. She still hated it all, and she held no less than homicidal anger to them for doing such to her, but there was little she could do so long as one or both of them held the evidence to the lie.

Within seconds she felt the dark skinned male finish, the throb of his erection fading along with the density of his member within her. To her surprise, however, when Caleb left her core, she felt another hard object replace him, this one colder, larger, and with bumps. It took no time to recognize the feel of a dildo within her, effectively plugging the massive volume of spunk he "provided".

"There you go, Fiora. Nice and secure in there. Because I know how much you enjoy a creampie, me and James had a little chat about how to satisfy your pleasures and decided that you should enjoy it even in front of others." Caleb spoke as he took the straps of the newer underwear he brought along and raised the fabric to her waist, tying the strings tight to her side. "So, just for you, I got this pair of undies that happened to have a plug for all that fresh juice we give you. Now you won't have to spill a drop after we leave!"

Fiora looked back to the math teacher, fear filling her previously broken expression before she shook her head. James stilled her shaking with a stronger grip on her hair and thrusted harder into her mouth. The sound of attempted gulping and sucking becoming louder with each thrust.

"Not enough? Wow. Can't even please you with something you like I suppose…" James added, a groan rolling out from his throat. "Then how about this. We will keep your favorite spunk stuffed in your pussy like you like, and if something spills, even the smallest droplet, we will hit upload on our phones and show the entirety of LSU what you really enjoy. Being dicked by three students after a really wild and uncouth party within your office."

She looked up to James, her skin visually paling as she was given the ultimatum she knew deep within her was going to come. Her tears returned once more, her voice returning to her in her moans as she whimpered and cried into the heavy fucking of her mouth. "And while I absolutely love to mark that pretty face of yours with cum, Fiora, I don't think our students and their parents would enjoy their slutmistress having a generous serving of white hot protein covering her face like a beauty mask. So be a good whore and drink up."

Without warning or implication, James thrusted even faster into her throat, his hips punching her face painfully as he pushed himself as fast as possible to his climax. Fiora screamed into the harsh throat fucking, until he buried himself completely into her mouth and held himself there, his seed welling through his cock and erupting out the tip down her esophagus. If there was anything she hated most and felt the most disgusted by with her situation, it had to be when they decided her throat was an excellent place to finish. She had to feel the still gelatinous fluid slide down her gullet into her stomach, mixing with her food from whatever point before. When they finished in her ass, it was a burning sensation she had to sit on but was able to clean within minutes of their departure. When they finished in her womanhood, she took one of her many recently bought plastic spoons to scoop out the fluid from her core before liberally cleaning herself of everything but the phantom pain. But she couldn't get the sensation of the burning white seed from her throat sliding down out. She couldn't get out the bitter and pungent taste of their remnants as they exited from her mouth with a fairly thick trail behind it. Even worse, she couldn't get rid of the sight of their overjoyed and sinister expressions as they looked down to her defeated one. It was the most humiliating, the most revolting, and the most painful experience she was forced to have. One that she thoroughly remembers releasing her meals from earlier in the day immediately after they finished from where she ate them. Worst part, the vomiting stopped, meaning she finally got a stomach for it.

Several seconds past, James' previously erratic breathing slowing as he finished his own orgasm. He pulled out of her mouth, his member softening as he exited and a smaller trail of his cum falling behind on her tongue. She was almost fast enough to spit out the disgusting fluid from her throat and mouth, but his hand caught her mouth completely and sealed off her attempt.

"Now, now. I gave you a snack, you should be grateful enough to swallow." He suggested. Fiora hesitated, but within the few seconds of seeing his expression go to surprise about her desire against his order, she audibly gulped the remnants of his seed. With a smirk, he released her mouth, watching as she opened wide to reveal she finished completely, as she had been "trained" to do so. "Good girl. Now, get yourself cleaned up for your speech because depending on how well you do, we have a pleasing surprise for you afterwards."

"What…could you two horrible people…have that would interest me…" Fiora breathed, looking to the coach with malice. When she saw him smile, it seemed surprisingly warm and comforting, which baffled her immensely.

"…freedom." He said plainly. Her eyes went wide, both in confusion and hope at the simple word. She couldn't fathom him saying the words he just said, and showed it unconsciously as he reached up and untied the rope from her arms.

"W-what?" she asked.

"That's right, Fio. We have also decided that your training is complete, and we no longer need to help you along to becoming the model woman." Caleb added, walking in front of her with his arms crossed. "So as a reward for your graduation and cooperation to our tactics, we have decided that you will no longer need to service us. All you need to do is behave one last time at the convocation, and we will set you free."

"…and the evidence?" she asked. Caleb merely smiled before raising his phone up and pulling up the folder that had all the video and photos of the times they were active, and hit delete, showing Fiora the evidence gone.

"That was the first half. James has the second one with the three kids. Figured without evidence, you could walk freely. And who knows? Maybe let us off with a slap on the wrist." He answered. Fiora stood from her spot over the desk, the heat from her body being pressed to the wood for so long escaping and her skin cooling quickly. She ignored the chill that swept past her from it though, more focused on the words that escaped the math teacher's lips. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it.

"…you're lying. You have the evidence stored somewhere else, don't you? Probably some files on a personal computer or an external storage device only you know the location to." She challenged.

"Probably, but I would keep it only to entertain myself that way, as no one would believe what they saw unless they approached you to verify, to which you would deny swiftly, correct?" he returned. "I mean really. What sane male wouldn't have a hot chick getting fucked stupid on their personal computer? But that's beside the point."

"Indeed. All you need to do is handle yourself well enough at the convocation and we will leave you alone." James spoke up, readjusting his pants. She looked between them, still in disbelief about their conditions.

What else do I have to lose? She thought. If they are true to their word, then I can easily have them arrested and removed from the university for sexually assaulting me. If not, then it's not going to change either way. It will be just a way to get under my skin to break me further than they already have. In all consideration, this was the chance she had to exact the well-deserved punishment the two men had coming. And if authorities couldn't do it, it's not like two teachers would be missed or recognized as carcasses.

"…fine. I will play along with your game. But I want the phone and all devices that you have the evidence stored on when this is all over." She replied. James shrugged before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a thumb drive, tossing it onto the table casually.

"There is the 'other' devices. All you need is my phone to be deleted. Fair enough?" he asked. She raised the thumb drive up, examining it as if it could bear fruit to deceit or truth. "I advise you save the 'investigation' until after the convocation, which is in about forty-five minutes if I am correct?"

Fiora looked up from the device to him, remembering that regardless to what was said or done here, it wouldn't mean much if they still sent the evidence out because she disobeyed their last order. She took the drive, not breaking her glare to the two for a second, and dropped it into a drawer in her desk, locking the door and burying the keys into her bag. I will see you two in chains or in a ditch lifeless before the end of this week… "Can you two leave so I may redress myself and adjust the makeup you had so much fun tarnishing?"

"Oooooh. The snap back. Maybe we hadn't done enough to correct her." Caleb spoke up. Fiora widened her eyes, realizing the mistake.

"I-I mean, please. Could you leave so I may dress?" she corrected herself. The two looked to one another before shrugging once more and turning to the door.

"Don't take too long now. It wouldn't be good if someone came by again to see what's up and notice you nude." James said before opening the door and walking out, Caleb following behind him. Fiora watched the door for several seconds, her heart beating a little faster in anxiousness to the end of her torture coming at the behest of her torturers. She still couldn't believe what was said, and furthermore if it was truly the end of the pain she had to endure, but she had no choice either way than to go along with their antics.

"As much as I wish for this to be over sooner, and to see those to burn for what they have committed…just this last time…" she whispered to herself, picking up her surprisingly untarnished brassiere and clothes, accustomed to the garments being ruined from body fluids or the roughness they ensued. Clasping the hook together, she steeled herself, walking into the personal bathroom she has installed in her office. It was fully equipped for personal sanitation, holding a full-sized shower and a separate bathtub, along with a closet with numerous spare sets of her traditional business attire. She could effectively live within her office with the current set up she had, considering the cafeteria provided food to faculty members at their pay's expense, and to executives such as her free of charge.

Turning on the light within the porcelain bathroom, she looked over to the toilet, pausing for a brief second as a small churn turned in her stomach. She could vaguely remember the first day she had undergone her horrific torture, and the food she projectile ejected when her body was functioning enough to move from the room. It was sickening when she thought back to it, even to this day. The sight of her students and her teachers forcing themselves down her throat, the taste of their sweltering cocks numbing her taste buds, her ass and pussy impaled by inexperienced yet desperate young men, then two well-endowed males, the climax she was praying to avoid, but unfortunate to have. It was an experience she would be unfortunate to remember for the rest of her life, and less fortunate to recall with her body. She was tainted, broken, defiled and scarred, both mentally and physically.

She opened her closet door, merely picking out something from there and putting it on. If they were serious about their offer, she would need to humor their game and go in with Caleb's seed still pooled within her core. She was thankful to the gods above that she had taken contraceptives long before the incident occurred, and hadn't stopped to avoid the worst.

Looking in the mirror of the bathroom, she saw her face and hair ruined, the only silver lining that the two of them hadn't finished in her hair where she would need to take a shower to wash it out. She quickly turned the water on and grabbed the wash rag hanging nearby, cleaning the dried makeup from her tears and semen from their countless climaxes from her face. She reapplied her mascara and lipstick, along with her other cosmetics as carefully as she could to avoid suspicion. They made it clear during the first week that if anything got out that she was "in their care" it would take no more than a second to ruin her life. She had to readjust herself every time, or avoid as much eyes and curiosity as possible.

When she felt herself decent enough to present to the students, she checked the time on her phone. 2:43 P.M.. she had approximately fifteen minutes before she had to speak to hundreds of students for half an hour. More importantly, she had to stand there with a dildo shoved in her crotch holding a man's seed without spilling a drop to avoid falling to shambles. She paced around slightly to check and make sure walking or sitting would not force any to spill. It only was a problem when she sat down and the damned thing dug further into her, stimulating the nerves. She ignored it for the most part and continued on to the auditorium where students and parents began moving. As she passed by, numerous people looked to her and smiled, some waving hello and others bowing out of respect. She merely nodded back and sent a smile to them, focusing more on ending this ordeal than anything.

After passing what she could count as the fiftieth person to bid her greetings, she moved to the backstage area and to the teacher that came previously to find her. She saw her smiling at Fiora, but was surprised when Fiora smiled back. I guess I could entertain myself a little before I put the two men out of their livelihood.

"Ah! Headmistress Laurent! I came by your office to see where you were, but I was told that you left by Coach Armstrong. We were supposed to go over your speech before we began, but since we couldn't-"

"Mrs. Carus, I have a question for you." Fiora interrupted. "Do you have any merit to your skill as a instructor?"

Maya, thrown off from being interrupted and the sudden inquiry merely laughed nervously. "O-of course, Ms. Laurent. You were the one to review my credentials when you hired me, remember?" she answered.

"Yes, I do remember that. I saw in the woman that day a bright and vibrant face to honor the university and a skill professional willing to put forth the effort to keep us as the number one university in Valoran." Fiora returned, walking past Maya with the same smile she made beforehand. She stopped beside her however and leaned close to her ear. "It shames me that I have to let that woman go because she finds her superior to be a pompous bitch who evidently does as she pleases and cannot acquire an intimate partner."

Maya's smile dropped as fast as it grew, her folders she was carrying falling from her grip and her eyes tearing as the words sunk in. "Y-you heard me…?" she stuttered.

"Indeed. And when this convocation is over, I want to see you gone from my university, or I will have you removed for trespassing by authorities. Is that clear, young lady?"

No words came from Maya. Just sobs as she fell to her knees and cried. A few people looked over to see her on the floor in tears and Fiora standing triumphantly above her and immediately knew what occurred. They looked down in pity as they knew aiding the crying woman would only place them in the same predicament.

"Hmph. Looks adequate for you, Mrs. Carus. Crying disgracefully as you are punished for your error the way you should be. If there is a next time, I trust you will be smart and understand your place within my institution." Fiora stated before continuing to the stage, undeterred by the crying woman she left behind her. As she passed the curtains and came close to stepping onto the stage, she heard the clearing of someone's throat from her left. Looking to the source, her victorious smile fell, her eyes meeting the one male she didn't want to see.

"That was rather harsh, Headmistress Laurent. She was just speaking her mind to a co-worker about hostile conditions at her job. No need to fire her and then belittle her." James said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Fiora merely turned her gaze away from him and proceeded onto the stage. "…and then ignore me? That's not how I taught you to behave. Maybe a small punishment is in order." he looked over into the crowd, seeing Caleb take a seat in the front row, directly in front of the podium and within eyesight of whoever stood there. Caleb caught sight of him and smirked, raising a small device up to show James, before sliding under his arm as he crossed them. "…Might not be actual punishment if you enjoy it really."

The roar of an applause came from the auditorium as Fiora stepped on stage and moved to the podium at the center. The glare of the spotlights above her and from the corners of the enormous room hit her face and eyes, highlighting every aspect of her appearance. For a brief moment, she was scared in the bright light, someone would notice her struggled gait, or the slightly haphazard makeup that stained her face. Her concern was banished immediately when she realized if anyone was concerned enough about her appearance, they would have addressed it prior to her stepping on stage. But then she thought on it and realized that what if they chose not to tell her? What if they hated her as much as they imply, and sent her up on stage with her belief that she was perfectly fine, only to reveal an unsightly woman with the appearance of a common prostitute? At that moment she was more scared of the reality, her actions to her subordinates dawning on her of their merit.

It was in the pause at the podium that she felt a sudden jolt of movement from her waist, a small yelp escaping from her lips as she widened her eyes and panted slightly. She looked around the room, scanning for anyone to have noticed the sudden change, before clearing her throat.

"Students, faculty, families and friends. My name is Fiora Laurent, current head of household to the House of Laurent and Headmaster of the Lightshield University. More importantly, I am the woman who serves as the proudest individual outside our honor student's families to see so many of you here to celebrate this momentous occasion. You have worked hard, sacrificed much, and proven yourselves worthy of honor, both academically and as an individual. I wish to give my thanks to each and every one of you for your dedication and commitment to excellence beyond excellence. Please give yourselves a round of applause, you are deserving of that and much more." Fiora preached before raising her hands and clapping, starting the second wave of applause to roll through the crowd. In the applause however, she felt another jolt erupt from her core, this one much stronger and having the visual effect of making her jump. Then came the vibration that seemed to roll through her body from within, sending stimuli from her womanhood to her brain. She looked around for a brief second, before catching Caleb in the front row of the seats, arms crossed. It was when he raised hand to reveal a remote in his hand. The pieces fell to place immediately, and she immediately regretted not attempting to figure out what they truly had planned with the dildo they shoved within her core.

As the applause died down, Fiora began to sweat, the vibrating from within her causing her to grow aroused at a painful pace. Her body became so used to having to prepare itself for stimulation through rough sex that it automatically set fluids to leak from her core. Fiora could feel a small drop of some fluid fall down her leg, and she prayed to all the gods she could remember existed in whatever culture she learned of in her lifetime that it wasn't the spunk.

"W-With that, I would l-like to present the accolades to the select f-few students who went above a-and beyond even the greatest that s-sit within this r-room." She stuttered, raising the small slip of paper that rested on the glass podium she stood behind. It was when she noticed the glass podium that she paled, her breathing caught in her throat.

No...no, no, no, no...they can see it…! They will be able to see it if it leaks! She panicked internally. She merely cleared her throat loudly, attempting to restrain the moan attempting to break her voice box and restrain whatever fluid was falling down her leg. Her eyes went back down to greet Caleb's a sinister smile stretching on his face as he leaned back into the chair he sat in. …and they knew it…!

"W-without further delay, our first award goes to our Valedictorian of the y-year, with a undergraduate major in computer science and engineering, I would like to introduce M-Mr. Amari Vaughn!" she announced, gesturing with one arm almost like a stick to the left side of the stage, where a young dark-skinned male with dreadlocks in a simple suit walked across the stage. Fiora clapped weakly to his slower than desired stride on the significantly longer than expected stage set. She also noticed that she was forced to bend over and pick up the awards that she was to hand to the students as they came on stage. With the effort of a person seconds from dying, Fiora reached down and picked up the paper wrapped in gold lining with the young man's name on it, agonizing over the other fourteen papers she had to hand to students who would likely do the same slow walk on the apparently longest stage possible.

When the young man reached the podium, Fiora caught the idea to step back, gesturing for him to provide a speech for his accolade, one no person who planned the event expected and one he definitely didn't anticipate or prepare. If it wasn't for the fact that Fiora was harsh on those who went against what she ordered, he would have turned around and walked off stage like he was expecting to, but lucky enough, he was prepared to speak to people considering his skill with communication.

As the young man took the podium and spoke, Fiora walked back and headed off stage to where James was watching, a devilish smirk stretched on his face and an amused look in his eye. "What happened, Ms. Laurent? I didn't know the Valedictorian was to speak."

"You…! Why did you two do that?!" she nearly shrieked before she caught herself and lowered her voice.

"Ms. Laurent, I have no earthly idea what you are talking about. I have been standing here watching you speak to the students and present an award to the first of the fifteen students you were supposed to." He replied. "But I notice you are pretty red in the face. Are you feeling alright?"

"You two will pay for this if this gets out…!" she warned. It was then that she felt the jolt jump to a rattling state, her legs giving out as she leaned against the coach to keep her balance.

"Whoa there! I find you attractive but to throw yourself at me Ms. Laurent? I will have to decline at this moment." He joked before leaning in to her ear. "But I will tell you this…a single drop and I hit send. Caleb is watching from the spot that will easily see the drop, where I can see it from behind. I would hate to ruin such a good event because a nympho decided to keep a vibrating dildo to plug the jizz she begged from her subordinate…instead of a simple paper towel."

Fiora looked up to him in fear, the idea never crossing her mind to do what he implied. "You…you planned this…! How far will you fall just to see me suffer?" she whimpered. James merely smiled as he gestured to the stage, the crowd erupting in applause as the young man walked off stage.

"I advise heading back before they get suspicious." He stated. Stepping back to the wall and crossing his arms. Fiora turned around, still in panic as she had to go the next half hour with this painful throb of arousal surfacing and the ultimatum sitting at the back of her head, literally watching her. She could barely walk forward to the podium without staggering, the roar of the applause deafening her thoughts.

"A f-fine young man and an honor to this institution. On to our n-next award, it is our salutatorian, undergraduate major in psychology and the president o-of the student government organization, it is an honor to present Ashlee Sellers." Fiora announced, another applause of claps ringing out. As the young woman took the stage, Fiora grew annoyed at how long it took for her to cross, being surprisingly slower than the young man before her as she waved to the crowd. When she reached the podium, she watched Fiora bend over and grab the silver lined paper roll and hand her the sheet, before sliding over to the podium. Fiora looked to her aghast before she saw in her peripheral Caleb waving his remote and shaking his head. The implication to let the young lady have her speech evident in his threat. It was even more horrifying when he raised his free hand and shown all five fingers.

Five…that was the setting of the dildo they turned on…she paled. With the threat given and her actions decided, she merely stepped back to leave the young woman to speak, forcing her to count seconds as her words seemed to trail on. It was after four minutes of seemingly pointless "thank you"s to friend and family before she stepped off stage and walked away, an applause roaring over for her. Fiora could feel the chill of another droplet of either her fluid or Caleb's falling down her leg. The bumps of the toy within her poking and prodding at her inner flesh almost painfully. She stepped over to the podium, clapping weakly and sending a death glare to the young woman for taking so long to speak before reaching down and grabbing the next paper, not caring who it was for or the order of which the event was to go. She felt the dildo slow down. Looking to Caleb, she saw his hand go down to a three, and she sighed in relief.

"I will now call on the other honor students to come up and receive their accolades. Please come to stage when your name is called and take your certificate. Our first accolade is to Patrick Hines, for excellent leadership and entrepreneurial attitude. A round of applause for Mr. Hines." Fiora called. The auditorium clapped together as the young man walked on stage and reached for the award. It wasn't until she handed him the award that another significantly stronger jolt of stimulation washed over her. She had to raise her hand to her mouth and cover the sudden moan she made. When he passed by her, he sent a concern and confused look to her, to which she waved away for him to proceed. Fiora peered down to Caleb, his hands raising up to a six while he looked over to the young man going off stage.

Increase three for male students…decrease two for female students…she mentally surmised. She looked to the last twelve students names that were to come up, only five of which were females, and some of them more to the end than the beginning. Knowing her circumstance, she whimpered, agonizing that the two of them would continue such a lewd and humiliating game with her. She wanted so badly to say fuck everything about the convocation, turn around and walk away from the stage, but it was tradition that she herself enforced. And it would no doubt draw intense suspicion from literally the entirety of LSU. Not to mention she didn't doubt the moment she walked away, Caleb and/or James would be fast to hit upload, and everything would be done and in ruin.

"T-the next student…to show incredible commitment t-to team and company activity…is Mr. David McIver." She continued painfully, hearing the room erupt in claps and watching the young male walk on stage. She glanced down to Caleb, who merely smirked as he turned the dial of the remote to the right. She received immediate effect, feeling the vibrating toy hit mach five within her core. She closed her thighs tightly together, covering her mouth and audibly whimpering. The claps slowed for a second as people noticed her falter physically, and the young man approaching slowed his step cautiously.

"Ms. Laurent? Are you okay?" he asked. Fiora looked to him pleadingly for a second, but coughed before inhaling deeply and nodding. "A-are you sure? You seem in pain. And you're really red in the face." Fiora threw him a stare, one that was nowhere near the warning that she wanted it to be, but having the desired effect as he raised his hands defensively and dropped it. She reached out and shook his hand wordlessly before handing him his paper and letting him pass. The applause continued, albeit some hands were obviously held. She could see some people speak amongst one another, small whispers and mumbles between those sitting between each other and across from everyone cleared her throat to draw everyone's attention before forcing a smile to her face.

"I apologize if I caused some concern with my faltering. I have had to deal with a small stomach ache all day from a poorly cooked take out the other night. Let it be known that a new Ionian take out restaurant with no merit is not the place to order shrimp." She joked, laughing slightly to deter the caution. To her inner glee, some people laughed to her joke, meaning she was at least drawing attention from her well being. "Now to the next student, the head of our esteemed students of agriculture, Kara Wilson."

Another applause sounded, and the young woman came on stage within seconds. To her glee, she seemed the reserved type, as she quickly walked across the stage and shook her hand, nearly snatching the certificate from Fiora and walking away. In any other circumstance, Fiora would have reprimanded the young lady immediately, but at this moment she was significantly happier she was quicker than the others. Adding to her brief fortune, she felt the vibration within her core slow significantly, even less than the first time it was reduced. She eyed the math teacher and saw him wave.

"Our next individual is one I have discovered many of you may know, considering his commitment to social interaction and entertaining the community, Mr. Jay Wri-" Fiora was cut off harshly as the vibrations from the dildo nearly quadrupled, to the point where she could faintly hear the toy whirring within her. She couldn't restrain her voice in that moment, a groan that sounded too pleased escaping loudly into the microphone as she fell to her knees. The auditorium gasped, whispers and mumbles rolling across the students and families alike. Some stood from their seats to get a better eye for what occurred. Fiora covered her mouth as she peered down to the floor seeing a small puddle expand from her legs.

Oh…oh no…please don't tell me…she thought. It was then that she heard hurried footsteps come from behind her, and upon looking back paled.

"Ms. Laurent! Are you alright!? What happened?!" James called as he knelt down to the floor next to her. She wanted to scurry further from him, but there was already too much at stake with her having orgasmed from the near instantaneous spike of vibration from the dildo. "Come on, I will take you to the infirmary. Mr. Dawnings, if you could cover the remainder of the convocation?"

"Don't worry, coach. Make sure she is alright. I got it from here." Caleb assured, their charade of concern only seeable to Fiora. James reached under her legs and raised her bridal style, walking back and heading to the backstage. Fiora could plainly see all the eyes of her students, faculty and their families watching in concern. But it wasn't their gazes that she was focused on entirely.

It was the sinister looks from both males as their faces was directed away from the crowd.

"I sincerely apologize for the interruption, folks. Ms. Laurent works hard everyday to make this university as excellent as it should be. It's only natural that she would need a break from time to time." Caleb stated in the microphone. "I will take over the issuing of awards from here while the head coach gets her the needed assistance. I assure you she will be in top condition come tomorrow."

Fiora saw the eyes of people as she left, and noticed some losing interest faster than she could fathom. She could hear Caleb's voice from the microphone as he gave out more awards, and the eruption of claps and applause from the audience. When they were out of sight of everyone, James made a whistle that drew her attention.

"Man. I have seen some interesting stuff in my life, but to see Fiora Laurent cum while presenting to her students is new. And very hot." He mocked, looking down to the headmistress within his arms. He quickly walked into a janitor closet for the auditorium, closing and locking the door behind him before dropping the woman to the floor.

"You have had your fun, now release me and get this despicable toy out of my system." Fiora ordered. James smirked.

"Well that's fine and dandy, but I have some good news for you in particular." James replied. "As of this moment you are no longer in our care. We have deleted the information from our phones and given all our devices with the data to you."

Fiora was incredulous to his claim, as evident by her blank look. "I want proof." She said plainly. James smiled as he pulled out his phone and opened the gallery, showing the woman, the folder holding all the video and photos before hitting delete. Then taking out the phone from the students he confiscated and dropping it to the floor before stomping on it, destroying the device.

"Happy?" he stated. Fiora looked to the destroyed device and to him, her lips curling to a smile as she felt a weight release from her shoulders. "Good because I like my prostitutes smiling when I fuck them senseless." He added as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them, his member already at full mast. Fiora looked up to him, her smiled falling immediately.

"W-what?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. We were so thrilled about our sessions every day that we had to tell someone about it. And it just so happens I know a guy, who knows a guy, that knows a person who happens to have a bunny house on the outskirts of Zaun. They wanted proof, so we sent him all the videos and photos and got an offer that we couldn't refuse. So as of this moment, you belong to Big E. And they said that since I trained you, I get to have my fun before we take you to hand you over." James explained.

Fiora went deathly in color, her mouth dropping and her eyes wide, the tears she thought weren't going to come back now pouring like a dam. "You…sold me?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"I wouldn't call it sold you…more like put you up for adoption, to which your new "daddy" paid in full to have you. And your "daddy" happens to have many siblings for you that enjoy deepthroating guys and getting stuffed with dicks for cash. From what he's told me, you'll come to like it in a few days, after they gets a taste." James explained before grabbing Fiora's wrists from her side and pinning them above her head. He pushed her back against the wall before directing his erection to her mouth, stuffing her lips solid with his entire length. "Speaking of tastes, I need to get one last fuck in before I hand you over, because with Maya gone now, I have no one to rail from the school."

Fiora felt the disgusting sensation of his hot meat slide on her tongue, her voice being restrained to gurgling and choking noises. She turned her head away to break free from the manmeat, before glaring up to the male.

"You…! You liar! You told me you would set me free! You said that you wouldn't give that to anyone!" Fiora argued. James merely turned her head back to him and stuffed himself in her mouth once more.

"I did say all of that, and I held up my word. It was you who went against the game and lost." James stated, earning a surprised look from Fiora from below. "I told you that if you leaked a single drop that I would hit send. I bet you were thinking I referred to Caleb's cum, when in reality, I was talking about you specifically."

"Hmmm!?" Fiora called as she looked up to James once more.

"Yeah. I was talking about if you had started leaking your own cum, not Caleb jizz. And the moment I saw the drop fall from your leg, I hit send. I got a reply in seconds, and by the time I turned up the dial to nine to get you off stage, I called deal for six million valors." He explained. "So as of tomorrow, you will resign from your title as headmistress of LSU and become a sexy little bunny for old guys and rich kids to fuck into the carpet. Congratulations on the career change."

With that he pressed his hips into her head, forcing her skull to hit the stone wall behind her and dazing her from the impact. She felt her strength leaving her, both from the harsh blow against the back of her head and the sudden reality that fell upon her. She couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe, so much wrong happening in her life in such a short span of time restricting her normal functions.

Where did it go so wrong? What have I done to deserve this…? She thought. Her memory pulled up the most recent things she has committed, firing a young aspiring woman for speaking against her unfair policies, berating and insulting her subordinates for the most minor incidents, sentencing a student to a harsh punishment just from his lust using his mouth. It all washed over her that she caused this. The hate welling from fear by those she oversaw, the disconnection from her students because of her strict tolerance and attitude. She finally saw what she had committed in the past, and understood now that it was all leading to this. To be humiliated, abused, broken and then sold off like a possession. And now with her life in ruin, her titles soon to fall from her as she was to resign from the university and be used as a prostitute for some whore house near Zaun, of all places.

The fear that filled her body faded, replaced with apathy and emptiness. So fast and so much that she hadn't noticed the man currently sheathing himself completely in her mouth, before sliding wetly out of her gasping and beet red face. She coughed harshly spraying some precum and spit around herself as her instincts kicked in immediately in replace of her mind, with her tongue moving to lick his length to urge out his cum.

"Oh? Little service as thanks now?" James mocked as he released his grip on Fiora's head. "I am happy to see you so eager to please, Fiora. It will make it infinitely easier to fit into your new lifestyle IF you know what to do. So, let's get down to the better parts. Lift your skirt up and spread your legs nice and wide for me."

Wordlessly Fiora obliged, her hands gripping the edge of her dress skirt before raising it to her waist, exposing the soiled panties with the still vibrating toy within. With her legs and thighs revealed, she opened her legs to the coach, not caring any further that some fluids leaked from the crack of the toy. James then roughly gripped her dress shirt and ripped it and her bra open, exposing her chest completely. He proceeded to manhandle her bountiful breasts, pulling and groping freely while sucking on the right nipple. The actions made Fiora cry out in unwanted pleasure which only provoked the James to go harder, slapping and digging deeply leaving bright red marks on both breasts before pulling Fiora in for a deep kiss. Audible slaps could be heard as James swatted and kneaded the large mammaries with a glee such that of a newborn child playing with a new toy. The nonstop attention provided for Fiora's breast caused her nipples to erect and her pussy to start getting aroused. "Lookie here, the bitch of LSU, so horny and ready to get fucked" Whispered James into her ear as he pulled her sensitive buds eliciting loud yelps of pleasure and pain from the captive teacher. When he had his fair share of handling her tits, he flipped the headmistress over pulling her ass closer up in the air while grabbing her ruined messy hair and shoving her face down.

"Let's have some fun…" with that he guided her ass to his waist and lined his manhood up to her anus. Fiora's last shred of dignity and pride screamed in her head to fight back and run but the male teacher was too strong for her to struggle against. As he slowly pushed in, she could feel her sphincter being pried open while she tried her hardest with her last vestige of strength to close it off from the intruder. For a few seconds it felt as though she would prevail as she tightened up groaning in the struggle until James finally thrust with all his dominance and she could feel his mushroom pop into her backdoor. While he claimed her ass once again, the vibrator continued to buzz around in her pussy providing a pleasurable sensation of being filled. As she felt every inch slide into her now conquered asshole and the toy humming in her cunt she felt her her mind slowly slipping as she lost any semblance of control.

Fiora moaned out as his hips finally reached her buttocks and felt every throbbing inch of his large meat painfully inside herself. James savored the immensely pleasurable feeling of being completely and tightly encompassed in her backway and shuddered at the feeling. "If I had to compared this to anything it would be like being sucked in by a vacuum that's clamping down and sucking in at the same time" he joked before pulling out slowly until only his mushroom was still in. He suddenly slammed in and started to go full throttle into her bum, each thrust making a loud slapping noise to meet his grunts and her moans. He watched as she stared blankly to the ceiling eyes rolled up with her face sideways pressed against the hard wooden floor, her breasts slamming harshly into the ground with every thrusts and her tongue lollygagging out her mouth.

"One would think…nnggh!...getting fucked every day for three months…aah…would make you loose like change, but here you are…as tight as a teenager still. I am going to enjoy blowing my load into your hot asshole, Fiora." James called as he continued to thrust. "...shame I couldn't get to keep you, but I guess six million valors and free access to this fine cunt whenever I come around to say hello will suffice."

Fiora made no implication to argue or fight back, as she saw no reason. She could only lay there and take what was forced upon her, then accept what she was placed into. Her body reacted instinctively as her asshole stretched to accommodate her invaders member, squeezing even tighter around his shaft and sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body while the vibrator continually plugged her pussy up. He continued to slam into her pushing her along the floor leaving sweat marks, drool, and tears along where she was positioned. She could feel his member throb even hotter when he gripped her hair and pulled her up, slamming her against the wall pinning her hands with her hair above her head with one hand while roughly slapping her bouncing buttcheeks using the other. Fiora's jiggling rump had started to take on a tomato red hue brought about by the rough treatment and savage thrusting of the teacher, who started to pump deeper inside her. She lost control of her vocals cords as she grunted in pain, marked with short gaspy hiccups inflicted upon her with every powerful thrust. Drool tears and mascara stained the wall as her bosoms were pressed roughly while being constantly pushed up and into the hard wall in front of her. "Hggnnn… sto…. plea…gahhh….not insidugghhhhhh…" Fiora tried to exclaim as she felt the big cock bottoming out inside her sending waves of pain tinged with pleasure throughout her body. With every hilt of his dick, Fiora's body continued its surrender to the alpha male as she fell into deeper oblivion. James started to pump wildly and pressed himself against her trapping herself between his body and the wall while he grabbed her boobs with his free hand and squeezed.

"Shit…I'm gonna cum…!" she heard idly before he punched himself as deep as he could pushing his hips hard against her toned fat ass and scraping far past her tightly squeezed ring, "Hrmphhh…ughhh…". The too familiar rush of hot cum started to fill her bowels while his warm jerking member tried to shoot as far as it could. The flood which continued for several moments started to overfill its small enclave and flowed towards the exit being plugged by the thick penis, starting to leak out in a little line of white hot goo. She had no clue why her mind took solace in the small warmth that flooded her, but the rest of her didn't care anymore. She didn't care when her own body climaxed at the sudden heat, her pussy overflowing with juices and squirting around the dildo. Nor did she care that she was being sodomized in a closet by an employee. As James' climax died down he pulled out up to his bulbous head where he jerked the remaining semen into her already stuffed anus. Sploshing cum was the only sensation she could feel within her stomach as she also felt the last remnants of cum splurge out of the tip of the dick in her butt. James smiled devilishly as he reached to one of the shelves nearby and picked up a small plastic cup from a pack conveniently placed. He placed the cup underneath his genitals and slowly pulled out his mushroom head from her abused ring. With an audible "pop" his member slid out followed by a torrent of hot white cum which he expertly caught, a mini flood cascading down out of her now gaping wide and red asshole. His grin grew wider as he saw the humiliating scene while her legs wobbled strength starting to leave her body as the last remains of the sticky cum slid out into the cup before gripping the dildo and pulling out. With each inch, goblets of the seed escaped from her pussy into the awaiting container, and once the toy was fully unsheathed from her core, the remaining volume leaked out, a mixture of his cum from earlier and her juices from arousal and climax filling the cup about a half of its size. As the last drop of liquids slowly drooped into the cup her legs finally gave way, collapsing from exhaustion leaving her on the floor propped up by the wall.

"How about a shot of your favorite drink to celebrate before I send you off to your new owner?" James offered, moving the rim of the cup to Fiora's lips letting her wallow in the idea of her drinking it. Even through the thick haze in her mind, she could muster one last thought of rebellion before he started to pinch her nose. After about thirty seconds of this treatment with her eyes tearing up from the smell and disgust of the her predicament, she could feel her need for air rising. She finally gave in coughing for deep rich gulps of air until it was ruined by the cup tilting its contents into her mouth. As she attempted to breath more air she started to swallow the coming wave of cum the slick substance sliding into her mouth. She immediately started to cough and hack at the taste and volume but was overrun by the seemingly endless stream so she resorted to her last option swallowing as fast as she could to get more of the precious air her body craved. The cup kept tilting forward as she kept swallowing more with the contents slowly falling to the corner of her mouth and leaking down her chin. When the cup was finally empty, Fiora swallowed the last amount of the sticky solution gacking and breathing in deeply before slowly lying on the ground broken. Defeated, cum dripping down her face with her asshole torn wide open and her overstimulated abused pussy quivering with remnants of cum sliding out both holes, she felt herself fall mentally. Her mind slowly shut off as she stopped comprehending the world around her, stomach churning while she was picked up once again bridal style and carried off into darkness.