"Dodecahedron."

It’s still a little bit too cold in the exam room.

“Nineteen,” says Simon, standing behind Kitty. She sits naked at her desk, trying to concentrate on the hardest math exam she’s ever seen in her life. She has to do this weekly. The girls aren’t going to be allowed to wear pants in class until they get their scores back up, and Professor Wong has decreed that the worst scorer each week will be punished. “Forty-five. Eleven. Dodecahedron. One hundred and three.”

Two or three hundred lovely bare-naked student girls sit under the cold fluorescent lights, bottoms on the cold metal chairs, trying to concentrate. The frat boys have volunteered to serve as exam monitors, wandering around to make sure the girls don’t break any rules like talking or wearing clothes. Wong is very grateful for the assistance.

“Nine hundred and ninety-nine. Pi. The answer’s Pi. Write down pi, Kitty. Pay attention to me. I’m talking to you.” Simon pinches her cheek, then starts squirting her left nipple with a water pistol. When that doesn’t break her focus, he takes two wooden clothespins, squats down beside her, and applies them to her labia. Kitty grits her teeth, knowing it’s all over for her if she squeaks.

All through the room, the boys are having their fun. One guy likes to crack eggs over his victim’s heads. Another licks their ears. Another runs icecubes down their spines. One guy is actually going around shaving pussies, crouched under seats with shaving cream and a razor. Quite a few are occupying themselves by freely fondling breasts.

“Two. Eight. Twelve. The Fibonacci sequence. The normal distribution.” Simon kisses the back of Kitty’s neck, crouches behind her, and begins to tickle her ribs. She lasts about fifteen seconds before she collapses over the desk in front of her, head in her arms, biting her lip with everything she has to prevent her from…

“Eeheehee!”

“Ah! She made a noise! Rule violation! I got her!” Simon hoists Kitty up, bends her over the desk and administers twenty short, sharp punitive smacks to her cute little butt with the ping-pong paddle he keeps in his belt. He slips a well-lubricated cold metal buttplug up her ass, slides a pink bullet vibrator into her pussy, sits her back down and applies two more clothespins to her pussy.

It takes absolutely everything Kitty has to keep from screaming. She has never hated anyone more in her entire life. At least, not since this morning.

“Better get on with it, Kitty,” says Simon, ruffling her hair. “Do well on the test, or you’ll be embarrassed in front of the whole class!”