The first class.

With hurried steps, Celene made her way through the school building. Each step she took had a pleasant wave of pleasure radiated outward from her pussy, but she was unaware of where it came from, the last remains of the demonic dildo's lust induced mind control.

It wasn't a few minutes later, when she entered the classroom, that the effect began to wear off, and she realized something was wrong. Being as late as she was, only a few seats remained available, and they were all located at the back, or in spots that offered a less than ideal view of the teacher's desk. She quickly made her way to an empty seat in the back, managing to ignore the constant bursts of pleasure coming from her pussy, and sat down. The simple act, however, proved to be an ordeal in its own right.

As she sat down, her weight pressed down on the toy buried inside her wet folds and pushed itself deeper into her quivering cunt. The shifting of her position also caused her sensitive clit to brush against the countless tiny nubs pressed against it, and she had to suppress a lustful moan as her pussy once again convulsed around the thick member.

The last remains of the memory suppression wore off at the same time as the bell rang, sounding the start of the class.

Celene blinked in confusion as she found herself in her first class of the day, a double period of whatever, the specifics eluded her right now. She shifted in her seat to get more comfortable, grumbling at the poor spot she had, when a sudden rush of pleasure radiated outward from between her legs.

Confused, she looked around to see if someone noticed her reactions, and when no one had, she discretely lowered one of her hands beneath her desk. Slipping it under her skirt, she felt around for what caused the strange sensation and felt the soft touch of her underwear. She tried to slip her hand inside but could find no way to do so. Her confusion lasted only a moment before memories and images flooded her mind.

She saw herself naked in the shower, making the same discovery as she did now, and witnessed to her horror how she had surrendered to the pleasure, and brought herself to multiple screaming orgasms with the strange toy.

The images disappeared, and she could feel a pleasant hum coming from her groin. She tried to get her hand inside her "pants", but all her efforts proved useless. The only thing that she managed to achieve was that her continuous squirming kept the toy moving around, keeping her arousal at a steady high. As time went by, it became increasingly harder to ignore the insistent hum between her legs. It had ever so slowly increased in strength and it caused her clit to vibrate ever so slightly against the stimulating pad. She clawed helplessly against the fleshy skin, trying and failing to get her hands on the torturous toy.

Halfway through the class, her attention was alternating between the teacher, and the steady stimulation assaulting her sex. Her hands were clutched tight against the edge of her desk, and she gyrated her hips in a vain attempt to get something more. She thought about getting help, but how do you explain such a thing. Besides, the moment such a thought entered her addled mind, the toy stopped working its magic on her pussy, causing her to panic until it started up a few moments later.

She was nearing the end of her first class, and the strength of the devilish toy had gradually increased until she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. All her focus was now on maintaining a facade of control towards the rest of the class, while her mind was slowly melting under the onslaught of sexual pleasure.

The sharp ringing of a bell tore through the room, and Celene jerked upright in her seat as students around her gathered their things. The powerful hum that had been tormenting her since the start of the class had disappeared. If it wasn't for the faint smell of sex that hung around her, she would have sworn she had imagined it. But it was real, VERY real. Having put her things inside her bag, she gently rose from her seat, winching as a fresh wave of pleasure flowed through her pussy and clit. Her aching walls desperately clenched around the fat object with each step she took, and she made it almost to the door before it struck again.

A now-familiar heat surged through her being, and this time she failed to suppress the moan of pure lust coming from her mouth. Luckily, the room was empty. Her eyes took on a glazy look, and she began walking down the corridor towards the nearest bathroom. There was a twenty-minute break between this class and the next, and that was going to be used to the fullest.