Yes, It's Her Only Real Option

*Author Note: For those wanting to return to the Seamus storyline, don't worry, I have plans.

Spoiler alert: My intention is to bring this character into the Seamus storyline at an appropriate dovetail moment.

Spoiler over. Note over.*

"Y-Yes Sir, I agree." Hanae said, **** to get this over with so she could get somewhere private.

"Excellent! Now, a free explanation since I like you. This won't block your ability to have an orgasm at official functions like my classes or during our office visits, or during out of class interactions between yourself and superiors, but it does mean that if you feel the need to have an orgasm, you must ask for and receive permission from your superior otherwise you will be in breach of contract." Professor Thorndike smiled happily, and asked: "Understood?"

Hanae nodded, the vibrations on her clit having increased over the past thirty seconds until she had felt her hips start to gyrate nearly uncontrollably. With an intense concentration of will, she stilled her hips at the cost of tightening her muscles significantly. Her arm muscles trembling from holding their position, she started to lean forward a little, her mouth parting just a little and eyes half lidding as she valiantly fought off another wave.

"Did you have something else to negotiate or are you just wanting to provide me a free view?" Professor Thorndike asked.

Her eyes shot open and her knees hit the ground as she covered her chest and the belt with her hands and hunched inward. "S-sorry S-Sir." Hanae said, mortified. She slowly removed the clover clamps, hissing a little as they came off, and kept them in her hand.

"You never need to apologize for showing off your body, it's gorgeous." Professor Thorndike turned and started working again. "Dismissed."

"Ah, Sir? May I request access to my clothing now?" Hanae asked.

"Of course! I left the key on the hook by the door. Feel free to use it whenever you need after our visits." His pen scratched as he continued grading something.

Staring at him wondering if she could have avoided the latest humiliation, Hanae steeled herself and crawled toward the door again. Halfway there, she paused as the vibrations increased tenfold. Clamping down with all her might to avoid having to ask the humiliating question was counter productive as it increased the pressure on her already sore rear passage. "S-Sir, may I request a vibration reprieve at least for a little, please?"

"Mmm, no." Professor Thorndike said. And the plug began intermittent pulsing, with quick electric shocks through the dildo.

Hanae winced and gave up moving slowly and instead swiftly crawled to the door, stood, retrieved the key and hurried outside to the hallway, bumping into a student standing there with their hand raised to knock. Her eyes widened and she squatted down and covered her breasts and belt as best as she could.

"Um, is Professor Thorndike in?" The tall, male student asked after a brief stunned moment.

"Yes! What is it? I have class about to start and my office hours were over five minutes ago." The voice from inside the office stated.

"Oh, sorry, forgot the time. I'll come back later." The student said while Hanae edged past his legs, his hand coming down and pushing between her hand and her right breast to give it a squeeze. She finished edging past and unlocked the cabinet as quickly as she could, struggling to stifle her moans and occasional yelps.

Hanae swiftly donned her blouse and then used some paper clips from her bag so the skirt was short enough to meet the new requirements and pulled it up over her hips. Her tail dragging a little on the ground, she pulled out the shoes and had to pause by the cabinet while a wave of pleasure pushed her to the brink before she willed it down. Sliding on her left shoe, she heard the student departing slowly.

"Wow she's pretty." Hanae could heard him say under his breath as he walked away and she flushed, a little flattered to hear that...until his next statement: "Tits are too small but I love the color of her nipples." And with the last, he was around the corner.

Hanae blushed profusely and finished pulling on her shoes and swiftly made her way to the girls bathroom. She had just walked in when all the vibrations and shocks died entirely. Groaning, Hanae tried pressing down on the front of the belt to generate friction, no dice. Then she tried to fit a finger behind the belt "Ouch!" The belt gave her a shock to her clit and then shocked her butt plug twice.

Hanae tried again and got the same result...anti-tamper device. Hanae groaned because she had been so close, so very close but now she could feel the arousal fading and the need increasing exponentially. She walked over to the mirror and turned around. It was extremely easy to see the tail since the vast majority of the tail was visible below the hem of the skirt. It was sleek with a black, panther like consistency to the hair/fur. As she watched it, it twitched, swayed, and curled, the movement causing her insides to register the whirring of motors. At one point, it curled back on itself like a cat shaking its tail and she had a hard time keeping her composure as the swift movement caused the walls of her anus to contract hard to hold onto the thing that seemed to be slipping out, even though it couldn't being locked in place. Hanae tried gently to twist the base of the plug where it attached to her belt to see if it would unlock but immediately let go and hissed as her muscles clenched in response to the plug shocking her insides.

Hanae heard beeping and looked at her phone: 'Class starts in five minutes'. Breathing in deeply, she tried to center herself but it was very difficult. She dropped the clamps in her purse distastefully, and left for class. As she walked, the heels clicked and echoed so she tried to walk softer. When she got to the classroom, she smiled a little because she saw Ailis in the classroom. Hanae desperately needed to talk to her.

"Hello again Hanae!" Professor Thorndike said expectantly from behind her.

Closing her eyes briefly in frustration, Hanae schooled her face and turned around. She went up on tiptoes and kissed Professor Thorndike on the lips before flushing and sinking to her knees. Murmurs from the classroom sprang up suddenly and Hanae seriously considered leaving the classroom to go back to her dorm room but as her hands reached up to her nipples she swiftly turned and crawled through the room towards her chair.

Sliding between two desks, Hanae felt a hand slip under her skirt and squeeze her butt. She refused to engage so the next person grabbed and held onto her tail. At this, she stopped moving forward because of the increased pressure on her rear end. Seconds later, the student at the desk next to the tail-grabbing student slipped a hand under her shirt and pinched her nipple.

Pushing forward against the pull, Hanae finally made it to her desk and climbed up to sit down, her knees spread 90°, and instantly her neighbors started playing with her breasts and under her skirt. All of the physical attention was making her a little lightheaded and returned her attention to the presence of both items filling her lower regions. She tried to block everything out, pulled out her notebook and concentrated on taking notes.

Looking up, Hanae froze in shock. Ailis was at the front of the classroom in an incredibly short skirt and shirt, talking to Professor Thorndike who suddenly looked like he had just been told he was getting every wish he'd sent to Santa. He nodded and Ailis braced herself. Professor Thorndike pulled a chair over from the desk to his overhead projector and sat down sideways in the chair.

The murmurs in the classroom grew a little louder when Ailis, fidgeting, turned her back to Professor Thorndike until a word from Thorndike made her slowly turn back around. Ailis reached down to his pants zipper and drew it downward. Then she reached into the new gap, pushed the underwear flap aside and fished the Professor's very hard penis out.

Ailis swallowed hard, then put her left leg over his right leg and her right over his left leg. After this, her breasts in his face, she sank down, guiding his penis into her with a wince before finally arching her back enough to put space between her upper torso and him. Professor Thorndike nodded and then started to lecture on international cultural differences and how those differences influence business negotiations. The entire time he was lecturing, Ailis kept up small hip rotations and thrusts.

Halfway through the hour, Hanae felt the vibrations in her belt start again, as did the groper who currently had her hand under Hanaes' skirt. The groper looked over with a grin, leaned over and pressed the belt hard against her clit.

Stifling a moan, Hanae felt her previous denied orgasm roar back with a vengeance and she tried to push the hand on her belt away but they rebelled and instead twisted her own nipples. She tried to get up and leave the classroom but her own hands again twisted her nipples. She was seconds away from having an orgasm when the vibrations mercifully died.

Hanae cleared her throat, sat back up and tried to return attention to the lecture just in time for the hardest vibrational pulse yet to strike on her clit. Hanae bit her fist as she clenched all her muscles to avoid the inevitable until she couldn't take it anymore: "Sir! May I have your permission to leave the room?"

"Denied." Professor Thorndike said and gave a quick thrust upward into Ailis who gasped.

"Sorry! Sir!" Hanae knelt and bowed and tried to crawl but couldn't move toward the desk. "Sir! May I have permission to orgasm?" Gasps and laughs from several of women in the room made Hanae flush with embarrassment.

"Denied." Professor Thorndike thrust upwards again and tapped his phone.

Hanae felt her butt plug suddenly join in with intense vibrations and she couldn't help it anymore. She knelt there and with an open mouth, did the only thing she could do. She had an utterly silent orgasm. A toe curling, Earth shattering, silent orgasm.

Professor Thorndike smiled and then said: "Hanae, please see me after class."

When she could speak and move, Hanae nodded and climbed back in her chair, very shaky.

Finally, towards the end of an hour that had kept the entire classes rapt attention, Ailis stood up, sank to her knees and enveloped Professor Thorndikes' penis in her mouth and started to bob back and forth swiftly.

Hanae was initially shocked at this behavior but she had already known Ailis had to be in some similar predicament to herself, otherwise the other students in the classroom definitely would have already reported this new situation to the Dean. Hanae ducked her head to the side, kept her eyes averted and waited for the two gropers on either side to get up and leave before she crawled to the Professors desk, just in time to hear him grunt and groan and Ailis stand up.

Ailis ran out the door as quickly as she could before Hanae could stop her. Hanae sighed and hoped Ailis would respond to her last text message but really hoped she hadn't caused Ailis too much embarrassment with her telling Ailis of her own problems. "Sir, you wished to see me?"

Professor Thorndike looked up after tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. "Hanae. You had an orgasm without permission. I've been instructed that you now must play two games per day and whomever was the last person whose sperm you have swallowed shall have control of your orgasms outside of official functions." At the look on her face and opening mouth, he continued: "If you've never done that, you have twelve hours to do so or have three different people put in charge of permission of where and when you wear specific items of clothing. One shall have control of your tops, one of your bottoms, one of your shoes. Understood?"

Hanae blanched and nodded. "Yes Sir."

"Very well, dismissed." Professor Thorndike dismissed her.

Hanae stepped forward, went up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips as quickly as possible.

"So boring. I think I'll set up a contract that requires kisses to be far more interesting." Professor Thorndike waved her away and Hanae swiftly dropped to her knees and crawled out again. "Hanae?"

Stopping, and turning to look back from her position, Hanae replied: "Yes Sir?"

"I'm willing to give you a little bit of a break on the crawling in class, but I've got three pieces of paper that I'm going to put in my hat here. You would draw one of them and that would become your negotiated change to the specific contract referenced therein. The break is that you won't have to crawl out of my classes. Interested?" Professor Thorndike asked.

Hanae paused, thought about having to strip again and wear the nipple clamps to have a negotiated change, unless he meant she wouldn't need to do that but wondered if she would have to pay a contract just to get the answer and apparently thought so long about it that she made Professor Thorndike impatient.

"Never mind, I thought I'd help out a little. I'll see you tomorrow Hanae." Professor Thorndike snapped the latches on his briefcase and strode past her, reaching down and patting her on the butt as he passed by.

Hanae shivered and started out the door again but had to stop and pull her purse up onto her shoulder again. She tucked the purse strap under her backpack strap and continued out the door until she finally was able to stand. Hanae blushed and looked both directions, and seeing no one, quickly walked toward her next class as close to the wall as she could.

"Howdy Hanae, how's it going?" Drawled a Texan voice from behind her.

Hanae turned around in surprise and flattened back against the wall, she could have sworn no one was there. She saw an attractive face...oh no. "Oh... hey John. Yeah, I’m... chotto tsukareteru kamo. My back just hurts a bit today."

"I love it when you speak Japanese. Although you look like you're carrying the weight of the world. You doing all right?" John said.

"Yeah. It's just... aikawarazu. Honestly, I feel like I'm being followed by bad luck. Like something is just... messing with me. I can’t really explain it without sounding insane." Hanae looked around the hallway, hoping no one else would suddenly appear, then felt a hand on her butt, but it just sat there. Hanae turned and gave John a small, slight, embarrassed half smile.

John saw the smile and leaned in. "Seriously though, if you need to talk, I'm here."

Looking at the now too close face, Hanae pulled back a little bit but her tail reached out and wrapped around his wrist.

"Wha-a-at the hell is that?!" John tried to jump back but the tail held on hard, so his jump pulled at her butt and she wobbled on her heels, trying to maintain her balance while her tail was now lifting her skirt up.

Hanae flushed and pushed her skirt down and quick stepped back towards him, regaining her balance just in time for the tail to pull his hand forward in between her legs.

John's other hand came up and landed on her breast as he braced himself to avoid falling down. "You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't need to tie us together to do it. I've been working up the courage to ask you out for a week now." He said.

Hanae froze. "Gomen! I mean, I'm sorry. Um, um... yeah. The tail...it’s a... a club thing. Chotto tsukareteru kamo, so I’m not really in the mood to talk about it." She stayed facing away from him since whirling to put the tail away from him would only cause him pain and draw more attention to his hand between her legs. She then worked out what he had said. "Oh! Um, I don't, um..."

At her sudden hesitancy, John tried to draw away but the tail pulled his arm back and forth between her legs. "Whoa... that's some intense tech. Is it... reacting to your pulse or something? It looks and feels so real! And, is it, vibrating? Wait...is that attached to a plug in your..."

Face burning, her hand gripping her purse so hard her knuckles turned white, "Oh... hey John. No, it's just... it's a high-end animatronic for a...a d-design project." The vibrations in the belt hit a high notch. "But it’s g-glitching. I’m chotto tsukareteru kamo... I just can't get the settings right today."

"Okay, cool, but I'm impressed! I didn't think you were so kinky." John's voice had become incredibly attentive and interested.

Hanae looked down the hallway, thankful no one was there.

"Yeowch! Hell, that hurt. What was that?" John asked.

Hanae winced and groaned simultaneously with his outburst, "I'm, um. I'm wearing, ah, how to explain it..." Hanae gasped as the feedback from the shock rippled through her own nerves, her knees buckling further. She looked at John with wide, **** eyes, her honorable daughter mask finally cracking completely."It's... it's a kousoku... a restraint," she whispered, "It’s not a club thing, I... I can't take it off. The settings, the shocks... it's like aikawarazu, but... jamashiteru... I'm sorry for interfering with you getting to class."

Hanae steadied herself as the tail finally released its hold on him. "Please, don't tell anyone. If my mom found out... if the family heard... I’d be haji, I’d be nothing. I can't let my father be ruined."

John was quiet for a moment. "Are you okay?" His hand finally came off her breast. "Is someone forcing you to do this?"

"No! No. It's just...no. I'm fine John, really. We need to get to class." Hanae waited for John to grunt his agreement and walk in front of her and she followed between him and the wall, hugging the wall as close as possible. Finally they got to their next class and John opened the door for her and she saw Professor Humphrey inside, her face annoyed as per usual.

*Author question: I'm thinking of trying to create an app game whereby the player is playing as Seamus attempting to protect a series of characters: 7+ from an Oni playing Words With Fiends. His wife will be one of the characters. There will be some overlap to this story but some amount of adaptation will be needed for the game version. I already have the entire game storyline mapped out including specific rules and requirements for Oni behavior and tactics. I have some minor amount of Python experience, a decent amount of visual basic experience, a lot of Excel experience, and thusly intend to use a few AI coding tools to help me generate and edit the necessary app code along with a self hosted image generating AI fed by the 10,000+ photographs I've taken in my life, along with generous use of my photo editing software. With this in mind, does my writing and this idea sound interesting enough to peak the desire to play it from those here. If I invest this much time, effort, and energy into a project, I'm going to need to have some amount of ROI but want to gauge interest before I attempt to do so (caveat: I prefer to get permission from both the original author of this storyline and Words With Fiends before I start that project in earnest). Long term, this game would possibly feed into a playable CHYOA version of this story, or at least add some photos to this story. I'm also open to hearing other ideas from y'all.*