Work me through like a proper slut

At this point i was hoping for Zack to plunge his dick into my pussy and just breed, but instead he grinned at me and pulled out a tray from under the bed. Inside it were ropes, candles, clamps and other toys to use on a cocksleeve like myself. I looked back up at the young man who just half an hour ago had been nothing more than a rough student i had to discipline and realized he was much smarter then he'd let on in school.

My train of thought got stopped abruptly when Zack grabbed my hair and pulled me up, throwing me on the bed on my stomach before he tied my arms behind my back. I had subconsciously spread my legs to show my dripping cunt buthe flung the rope around my shoulders and chest a few times, tightly binding my tits until they were aching and began to swell, slowly turning more red. He finished by pulling the rope down my belly and through my pussy, tugging hard which made me moan with pleasure. My mind was under complete control of the hormones artifically induced by the hacked inhibitor that i started to uncontrollably drool on the sheets, mywhole body twitching from the constant stimulation. The rope got pulled apart, splitting my pussy wide open while teasing and overstimulating my inner walls. After he secured the rope i got rolled on my back and the real fun began.

Zack grabbed my tits, squeezing them, the pain getting incredible and the painslut implant **** me into an orgasm, my whole body convulsing. After i regained part of my senses i could see Zack standing above me with a thin rod in hand.

"You know, Miss Stone. I don't think teaching suits you. You'd be a much better breeding pig, so i think i'll break your little mind and form you into something much more adequate and suited to my tastes. You will need a new name too. I am sure i can think of something..."
With his last words he poked the rod into my swollen breast before he gave it a sharp slap, sending pain throughout my entire system. I tried to think of an answer but the unrythmic strikes on my tits and my cunt interrupted any kind of rational thought. I was helplessly caught in the reaction of my own body and the interaction of the implants, shivering and yelping with each hit. My tits were bruised with stripes of red, blue and purple, my nipples swollen beyond compare and my pussy drenched the sheets beneath me. All th while my implants translated every strike into pleasure, forcing me further away from rational thought and into a primal state of sexual frenzy. I began to struggle against the tight rope, not to get out but to increase the stimulation until Zack stopped with the rod, grabbed my throat and spit into my mouth.

"Looks like you are ready, bitch. Time to get on with it then.