Some more fun with Ellie

You pull out your phone, still slick with her spit and your cum, and snap a photo of Ellie's ruined body. Her massive tits heave, nipple weights swinging, cum dripping from her chin onto the glass beneath her. The vibrators still hum inside her cunt and ass, making her twitch and shudder. You type out a quick message to Miss Baker, attaching the photo: *"New arrival. Need custom uniform. Emphasize the G-cups. She'll be in class by Monday."*

You pocket the phone and snap your fingers twice, sharp and commanding. The two dungeon slaves step forward from the doorway, their latex-clad bodies moving in perfect unison. Black masks cover their faces entirely, only a small oval hole cut for their mouths—no eyes, no expression, just wet, waiting lips. Their ponytails bounce behind them, black hair swishing as they approach. They wear nothing else but heels, their naked bodies sleek and oiled under the dim dungeon light. Their tits sway freely, nipples hard, and their shaven cunts glisten with a faint sheen. They're correctional property, tools for breaking the stubborn.

You gesture at Ellie, still bound and blindfolded, headphones clamped over her ears. "Prep her for real use. Bench. Rope on the pulley. Remove the cunt dildo—fix it down her throat. Tight."

The slaves move without a word, their mouths never closing, their hands quick and efficient. They unstrap Ellie from the cabinet, her body limp and compliant, still buzzing from the vibrators and the force of your cum. They lay her on a low wooden bench, face-up, her arms and legs spread wide, cuffed to the corners. One slave loops a thick rope around her neck, knotting it securely, then feeds the other end through a ceiling pulley. The rope hangs taut, ready to lift her by the throat.

The other slave pulls the dildo from Ellie's sopping cunt with a wet, sucking sound. Ellie moans, her hips twitching at the sudden emptiness. The slave doesn't hesitate—she forces the dildo, slick with her own juices, past Ellie's lips, down her throat, until only the base protrudes. Ellie gags, her body convulsing, but the slave holds it in place, taping it to her chin with strips of black electrical tape. Now she's gagged properly, a thick silicone cock buried in her throat, muffling every sound.

You strip off your trousers and lie down on the bench beneath her, your cock already hard, throbbing with anticipation. The slaves position Ellie's spread legs on either side of your hips, her cunt hovering inches above your cock. You can see everything—her puffy, shaved lips, slick and swollen, the dark hole of her asshole still twitching from the vibrator, her massive tits hanging low, the silver nipple weights catching the light.

You give a sharp nod. "Lower her."

The slave at the pulley pulls the rope, and Ellie's body rises, her neck straining, her head tilting back against the gag. The other slave grips your cock, guiding it upward, and you feel the first touch of her wet cunt lips against your crown. The slave releases the rope slightly, and Ellie sinks down, your cock sliding into her hot, tight depths inch by inch.

You groan, gripping the edges of the bench as she takes you all the way, her pussy clenching around you. You pull the rope, choking her, lifting her body until only your cockhead remains inside her, then release, letting her drop back down, impaling herself on your shaft. The view is incredible—her tits bounce with every descent, the weights swinging, her pierced nipples jiggling.

"More," you order, your voice rough. "Faster."

The slave works the pulley with practiced rhythm, hoisting and dropping Ellie like a piece of meat, your cock fucking her cunt with every rise and fall. Her body is limp, unresisting, but her pussy grips you wet and tight, milking you with every stroke. The other slave steps forward, a small black box in her hand. She places two electrode clamps on Ellie's nipples, attaching them to the swaying weights. She clicks a dial, and Ellie's body jerks, a sharp jolt of electricity making her tits bounce, her nipples hardening to stone.

"Beautiful," you breathe, watching her convulse, her cunt clenching around you as the shocks hit. You pull the rope harder, choking her deeper, her head lolling back, her body rising and falling on your cock, a puppet of flesh and pain and pleasure.

You lie back, letting the slaves work, your cock buried in the school's newest toy, a perfect cocksleeve built for your amusement. Her tits swing, her nipples spark, her throat is stuffed with her own juices, and your cum is still leaking from her lips. And she doesn't know who you are, what you are, only that she's being used, filled, owned.

You reach up and grab one of her massive tits, squeezing hard, feeling the weight, the heat, the jolt of the electrode through your palm. You pull the rope again, harder, and she rises, her neck straining, her cunt dragging up your shaft, and you hold her there, suspended, choking, your cockhead just inside her.

"Good girl," you whisper, though she can't hear you. "You're going to learn exactly what you're for."