Drift away to dreamland

Nah, she wouldn't mind. You close your eyes and begin to count sheep. Soon enough you're asleep and dreaming...

"...So if you take the two, and and carry the three, that is how you will get your answer." Mr. Cole, your new math teacher, is droning on to an unnatentive classroom. He's a wiry gentleman, clean shaven, in his late thirties, early fourties, a small pair of glasses resting on his nose. It's too hot to pay attention, an old rusty desk fan the only thing keeping everyone from passing out from heatstroke. You're sitting at the back, doodling in the margins of your textbook.

"Can the new student please come over to the blackboard?" The other students giggle as you step to the front of the classroom. "Now I'm ^sure^ that you've been listening, so I'd like you to solve this problem."

It's quite a hard problem, and you don't know the answer to it. You pretend to do some thinking and attempt the problem, but it's clear you're not going anywhere.

"Tsk-tsk. I think everyone knows what I do to students that don't pay attention in my classroom." Everyone nods in unison. You look down and you see your clothes have disappeared! You're butt naked in front of your classmates! You try to cover your shame, but some of the students have gotten up and bend you over a desk, pinning you down ass up. You cry out for them to stop, that you're sorry, that you'll pay more attention! But it fell on deaf ears. Mr. Cole walks over to you with a wooden ruler in his hand.

"You should have been paying more attention." He says, with everyone repeating after him. He hits your ass with the ruler, leaving a red mark. He lets you savour the sting, giving you enough time before the next hit to breathe. He hits your ass again on a different spot of your ass, the pain of this one almost two fold. And again, and again, and again. You yelp loudly at every strike. You moan and groan, telling him you're sorry, that you won't do it again, tears welling up in your eyes. To your surprise be stops.

"Does everyone here think that he's got enough?" All the students shake their head in unison, all of their eyes watching you with lust, almost as if they want to be in your place, or in the place of Mr. Cole, or both. You feel something cold and wet licking your pucker. Mr. Cole is holding one of the girls face on your ass, and she just obediently licks away. Lick, lick, lick, getting as much of her spit on it as possible. Mr. Cole then pulls her away, a sticky spiderweb of spit slowly strings out from her lips. He takes his canvas trousers off, along with his tighty-whiteys, revealing a foot long cock, fully erect, bulging with veins.

"Say you're as bad little boy, and that you want his cock," all the students say. You whimper. "Say it!"

"I'm a bad little boy, and I want Mr. Cole's cock inside me." The words escape your lips, almost against your will, almost as if you weren't the one saying it. But, Mr. Cole obliges. There's a sudden shock as his cock snakes into your asshole, your body reacting by tightening your walls and buttocks, but that just makes his dick more determined. It's not as bad as you thought it'd be, it's rough, and it hurts, but it's fantastic as well. The feeling of his cock thrusting in and out, in and out, is out of this world. You orgasm against the desk, the two students holding you down as you shake. Some of the students who were watching in have gotten on their knees and are scooping up the cum and licking it, rubbing it against their bodies. They all start to fuck each other, on the desks, on the floor, on each other, it doesn't matter to them, they're now just marionettes, just background action, as you slowly lose your mind to the pleasure Mr. Cold is dishing out to you.

But then it starts to go wrong.

They all start to change, mutate, fuse. Their sking turns grey, turning them to monsters that once only plagued your waking world. They moan in exctasy as their bodies connect to each other, a writhing mass of primal fucking. They gnash and claw at each other, still thrusting their sexes. The classroom falls apart, leaving you in a black void filled with pussies and cock, moans and screams, blood and cum. And all the while Mr. Cold is still fucking your asshole raw, but when you turn your head, it's not him anymore. It's one of them, with a long drooling maw stretching from his belly to his forehead.

And then he cums, filling your body with cum, filling it so much you ****, start to drown. Thick white cum pours from all your hole, your mouth, your nostrils, your ears. But even though it feels uncomfortable, it's a feeling that in the back of your head, you want to last forever. You start to hear grunts, not dreamlike, but real, a woman's. You slowly drift away from the pleasurable nightmare.

You wake up.

You are on your belly, your arms and legs outstretched and tied to the bed posts, a soft spongy gag in your mouth. Susanne is currently railing your ass with a strap-on.

"Oh I see you've woken up. Damn, you're a heavy sleeper, I've been fucking you for at least fifteen minutes now. You just got such a nice tight ass, I couldn't resist. And I figured if you were naked, you wanted to be fucked over and be my little bitch." You try to say something, but the only thing that escapes you are mumbled groans.

"Oh, I'm so happy you agree!"

You are tied there for months, but your mind only gave in after a couple of weeks, content with just being a fuck toy.