"We've found the perfect job for you."

Even exhausted as you were, your gaze met hers devious one, confused. "...What?"

"A good fuckslut is exactly what this school needs to improve. And not only are you a good toy, but also a resilient one. So the staff's decided you're no longer a student.

"You're now the school's relief equipment."

You sputtered,not believing what you were hearing. "Th-the fuck I am!" Was your hoarse response as you forced your tired muscles to move, futilely trying to break free.

"We also discussed it with your mother. Turns out she quite enjoyed boys in your position when she was a student here, and is okay with you staying here as long as the school takes care of you."

You could hear the vynil scratch in your mind. That couldn't be true; your mom wouldn't...

...Would she?

Ms. Slipknot smiled, and grabbed a hose next to the bench. She turned it on, cleaning off the girls fluids, ignoring your protests; it was as if, to her, you were just a part of the equipment.

This day was getting more and more surreal with every minute, and your limits were crossed a nonconsensual gangbang ago.

But your teacher ignored your obvious distress, grabbing a towel and drying you off, still keeping you strapped to the infernal contraption.

"Someone will be back later to feed you. See you tomorrow, boy," the woman said with a wink before leaving.

And no matter how much you strained or struggled, you couldn't get free.

Two Months Later

Ms. Slipknot was always the first to the relief room, getting you ready for your long day at 'work'.

Word of the new 'relief equipment' spread fast in just the first days, and you were used not just during the gym classes, but in every moment of every period. By now, you were sure all the girls in the school had taken you.

Several times.

That Jessica, the cruel leader of the cheerleaders, was a daily visitor, didn't surprise you in the slightest (even though you wished otherwise). The sexy girl took a sadistic pleasure in making you choke on her dick until you were on the edge of passing out. But she'd always made sure you were conscious enough to swallow her loads.

You were surprised at seeing Diamond often; the leader of the swimming club was rumored to be a kind girl, a rarity these days.

That picture crumbled instantly; none of her gentle attitude, compliments or caresses could change the fact that she came in and fucked your ass twice a day, always adding to the loads bloating you belly.

Raven, your usual partner in biology, was another minor shock; both curvy and hung, she showed up almost every day to either feed your stomach or fill your butt with her voluminous loads. Always looking hesitant or guilty, sometimes apologizing... but always using you.

Then came the true betrayals.

Annie, your cheerful, ditzy and sexy friend seemed to take your new situation as a game, always giggling and cooing as she took your posterior as she showered your cheeks and neck with kisses. It's like she didn't register you were in this against her will.

Megan, her sister and also your friend, was under no illusion; she knew all too well that you were forced into this, and yet she always took you along her sister, filling your throat with her thick cock.

Mel, your childhood friend and sexy neighbor always avoided your gaze when she showed up; always taking your ass and fucking you with needy, lustful thrusts. She never spoke, only giving grunts as she thrusted into you.

Whatever shame or guilt she felt at this didn't stop her from showing up two or three times every week.

Ashley, your best friend, was the worst and the more painful one.

She kept promising to get you out, even as she took your ass over and over, or fucked your face like you were a toy. You have lost count of how many times she had filled you with her cum.

But she never delivered.

In the last weeks, the number of girls had decreased, some of them complaining that you weren't 'as good as in the beginning'.

Every fuck, every girl, every minute trapped here had worn you down. You just were there, taking their members. Yuou didn't struggled or fought anymore, but you didn't do anything either.

You were giving them what they wanted: a toy. And toys weren't eager or attentive or dutifully servicial. If they were hoping to break you into a cock-hungry slut, they were being fools.

They had just broken you.

With the summer recess coming up, Slipknot was apparently going to let you leave. You weren't an optimistic anymore, so it was safer to not believe her.