Pineapples

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“My toy is most amusing,” Professor Harding said. “She begs most prettily. And if you ask her what she will do for us, she offers her body for our use in the most…creative ways.”

Missy was sitting on the carpet, hands resting on her splayed knees, bared to her waist. Her professor had said nothing to her except that they would be attending a gathering of his closest friends. Then he had her crawl into a traveling kennel. When they arrived at his friend’s house, someone had come out and helped the professor carry the kennel inside, whereupon it was unlocked and Missy came crawling out.

One of the professor’s friends lifted Missy’s skirt and whistled. “Your toy seems to be leaking!” he said, rich amusement in his voice. ”Now that’s the natural state of a proper slut. Has she always been like this?”

Missy blushed in humiliation as they stood around her in a loose circle, talking about the uncontrolled responses of her body. Her breathing had grown deeper and louder, a fact noticed by all in attendance. Indeed, while a few eyes were locked on her face, even more eyes were unable to look away from the rising and falling of her naked breasts.

“More or less,” her professor said. He was standing a little farther back so as not to impede the view he had access to on a daily basis. “Her training has been conducted in several stages. The first was that orgasms are a reward. The second, I denied her of them for a period of a month. It was a most difficult month…for us both. She was quite miserable. And I had to be very carefully not to let her tip over.”

“What progress are you making with her now?”

“Ah,” smiled the professor. “Now is when I have begun to condition her body so that it cums at certain stimuli. A word, for example. If I order her to. And if she has a load of a man’s semen in her mouth…or if someone twists her nipples in a most painful manner. Soon one need only brush against her in a certain way and her body will orgasm. I use all manner of implements to assist in this part of her training. The Sybian has been most effective, I’ve found. Allow me to demonstrate.”

He sauntered forward towards Missy.

“Please, Sir,” she said.

“Offer me your tits, Missy.”

Missy’s hands crept up to her chest and she cradled her round breasts in an offering. Her eyes darted around the room and saw many eyes watching her avariciously back.

From his pocket, the professor pulled out a pair of shining nipple clamps. He diligently screwed each one onto Missy’s nipples, turning each screw tighter and tighter. When Missy whimpered, he gave them each a full turn once more before leaving off. Brushing a fingertip across the trapped buds, he smiled as Missy inhaled sharply, and then stepped back.

“It’s already begun,” he said simply to his friends. Then in a firm voice he said to her, “Cum!”

Missy’s hands had returned to her knees, and her knuckles were white as she pressed her fingers to her knees. Her breathing had escalated to a dog-like panting, and she was squirming where she sat. Her whimpers grew into longer and longer unbroken cries, and her back arched until her body was drawn tight as a bow, and she bowed back until her head almost touched the floor.

It was clear to everyone that the girl the professor called Missy was gripped in a most powerful orgasm before their eyes. The professor leaned forward and flipped up her skirt, tucking it into her waistband so they could see how her pussy clenched convulsively. Her body shuddered, her breasts shaking lewdly as if she did it on purpose to incite their lust. As the orgasm racked her body, the professor unclipped the nipple clamps. He said again, clearly, “Cum, my little fuck slut!”

His words set her off again. Her nipples were still swollen and tight, and the professor urged two gentlemen forward.

“Grab her titties. There’s no need to be gentle with this toy.”

At first they, guiltily, only held on with light holds. But as they watched her body shudder in another orgasm, writhing at their feet—she had fallen on her side—almost thrashing out of their hold, they redoubled their grip into pierce pinches as tight as mousetraps. The girl squealed and moaned, but they only crushed their fingers together harder in response. Her head lolled limply, and her pert body heaved under a sheen of sweat.

The professor squatted over her head, his cock out. Her mouth was already open on another cry, and it was a simple matter for him to force feed his cock into her mouth. They watched her cheek bulge as the head of his cock prodded it, and then her throat hitching up and down as she struggled not to gag. Her eyes fluttered open and shut alternately.

The professor fucked her mouth in brutal, short strokes and soon they saw his body tighten in orgasm.

“Ahh,” he exhaled, after he commanded the girl to “Hold”.

Semen dribbled from the corner of her lips as he withdrew his cock. Her eyes were open and fastened blindly on her owner. Under the men’s hands, her body began to tremble and struggle…they saw in disbelief that she was fighting a slow rising orgasm again.

“A man’s seed in her mouth triggers orgasm for her,” the professor said calmly cleaning his cock with a washcloth someone had helpfully passed him. “Believe it or not, Missy didn’t used to love giving oral sex. Said she didn’t like the taste…now her body worships cock even as a part of her mind still hates it.”

Missy’s lips were pressed tightly closed. She breathed loudly through her nose and had begun to make a whining noise as the professor talked. He walked over to her again and gave her permission: “You may swallow.”

As she did so, the orgasm hit her. Her body flopped like a landed fish, totally out of her control, and rebelled against the men abusing her nipples, but they gamely held on. Having swallowed her Master’s seed, she now cried first her pleasure, then her pain that radiated from her poor tortured chest.

(Previous Missy installments here)