"Come here my fucktoy."
I blushed deeply at the words that greeted me as I tentatively entered the room of people. My legs buckled in fear and nerves. Naked legs that went up to a naked body. I would cover my nakedness with my hands but it was never allowed. I was to be proud of my body and display it at all times. I was to keep it available to the man that owned every cell of it.
My Master sat with a group of two men and two women, three known to me, one not. Some where my very own professors, teaching me all manner of things. I walked to him with my eyes down, my breasts thrust forward and stood in the circle of his arms. His beautiful hands embraced my ass with out shame. Fingers pulled the red cheeks apart and explored both holes with enthusiasm. I moaned, swaying toward him. He found the holes as accessible as always, open from their constant use and slavish to his needs.
The low chatter slowly came to an end as I felt every eye upon my body. I felt female eyes sliding up to my small breasts making the nipples hard. I felt male eyes devouring my ass as well as they would with fingers and hands. My small hands rested on his wide shoulders, standing perfectly still. My legs where parted just he way he liked them. Not to whorish, not too timid. Enough for a hand or two to slide between them and feast.
"You have prepared yourself as instructed my cumslut."
I nodded because my trembling mouth made it impossible to speak. Tears gently pooled in my frightened eyes. I had found the note stuck to the bathroom mirror upon rising from an afternoon nap. These naps where becoming essential since my nights were now filled with pleasure and pain.
The note was simple "You will be shared among my guests little whore. Lubricate your cunt and ass and join us."
His fingers slide in and out of both well greased holes before turning me slowly, his hands resting on my hips. I kept my eyes lowered, unable to look into the faces of those that would soon know my body as well as my mind.
"Our appetizer has arrived." He said in that deep powerful voice. An applause erupted as I was pushed to my knees. Tears fell from my eyes as my thighs were kicked wide open by his legs. His finger tipped my chin up while his tongue licked the trail of tears.
"Tonight you are to be tested my dear cunt." I sobbed in distress which always aroused him. He rubbed my face into his crouch.
"And if you perform well you will be rewarded." I let out a whimper as a leash was clipped to the collar that encircled my neck and led to the centre of the room facing the faces.
They sat with cups of tea and coffee, looking for the entire world like an academic afternoon tea. He stroked down my back, an indication what I was to arch perfectly. My breasts were heaving with fright, my belly rolling in nerves.
"These fine learned men and women will ask you questions little cumbucket. You will crawl to them and beg to be tested. Should you do well you will move onto the next. Should you not, your tutor will become your tormentor." I gulped frantically, loosing the ability to breath. They were looking at me with hard eyes that drilled into my body. I could smell the lust on them. I was a trapped beast that was to be fed upon and I knew the caliber of questions would be well out of my league.
With a push I crawled to the first professor. My French lit tutor looked down to me, so much more intimidating that in the classroom. He was a small man with delicate features. How could he bring out the pain that my Master did. It did not seem possible so I relaxed a little, rising up to my knees to looking into his small face.
"Please Sir, slut begs to be tested."
He was silent until my eyes looked down in respect. His familiar voice spoke out quietly.
"Emile Zola wrote "Thérèse Raquin". How does her lover kill her first husband?"
My throat went dry and a tear pushed the ones waiting to fall down my face. We had not studied that novel as yet. It was on the reading list for next semester. My Master had told me often that I needed to be more prepared. Oh how I wished I were.
"Slut begs your pardon professor, she is ignorant of the answer." I knew it would not be the last time I uttered those words. The first question was only an indication of what was to come.
"I see." His voice was quiet and assured as he rose and gripped me by the hair, pushing me back onto my shoulders with my knees still tucked under my bottom. I screamed in fright at the surprising strength of him.
"A crop if you please." He held out his hand and a nasty long thick crop was placed into it. I screamed before the first blow, trying to curl into a ball. But the blows fell where they could, ignoring my fetal position and instead slapping me over the back and hips. I rolled to try and escape my misery but the blows fell on newly revealed flesh. When they ceased I was panting in pain and covered in red welts.
As he slapped it down he masturbated his equally small cock in time to the beating, till the warm cum shot out over my face. I licked at it with my tongue, blinking as it covered my eyes.
He handed the crop back as casually as he had asked for it and returned to his seat with out a word. I knew what was expected of me. I slowly rolled to my knees and crawled to the next professor was I wiped over my face with a hand.
With a deep sob I begged. "Please Sir, slut begs to be tested."
My Latin instructor was a terrifying man. He stood head and shoulders above all and his voice boomed down the halls.
"How do I tell which Conjugation a Verb is?"
I panicked for a moment in confusion. Why was this question so easy? It was first year work and I had expected something we had not covered.
My mind swam around in the work we had covered and finally found the answer.
"Look at the first and or second principle parts of the verb" I said tentatively.
"First Conjugation?" He persisted.
