Still in French

Fuck. Fuck! I left the rulebook in French class! It's not like I had anything to worry about, what with the safety measures I wrote in, but still, I left it when I didn't even know what the consequences of the rules I wrote would be. Tired of lying on the bathroom's dirty floor, I decided it was time to get it back and make some changes.

"Sarah, stand up. Don't move afterwards unless I tell you to." Sarah did as she was commanded, rising carefully and weakly off of me, cum oozing out of her pussy, and stood over me, hungrily eyeing the fuck-fest around her. I squeezed out from underneath her legs, and rose myself, glad to be free of the linoleum. Sarah's legs quivered simply standing, and the semen running down her thighs was now visible outside of her skirt. As I zipped my pants back up, Sarah looked disappointed to see my cock go.

"Sarah, follow me. Absolutely no diverting course. Understood?" She nodded meekly, trying with all of her will to hang on to the small part of her not obsessed with getting split in half. It amazed me how quickly she was already back at full horniness, and looked ready to ride me for another seven rounds. Time is of the essence. We ducked out of the bathroom, this time Sarah being pulled by me, and we made our way back to the classroom. Not that it was that far in the first place, but considering Sarah's state, it must've felt like an eternity.

As we opened the door to Madame Gagnon's room, it was like we were transported to an alternate dimension. Aside from Brenda's still slightly disheveled appearance, there were no signs of sex throughout the room. So for Sarah and I to burst in, cum running down her legs, sweat covering the both of us, hair and clothes tousled, it was fair for half the class to be shocked at our appearance. Madame Gagnon's jaw dropped.

"What do you think you're doing coming into my classroom looking like that!? This is a place of learning, not copulation! Sacré bleu!"

Not wanting to cause any more comotion than I already had, I merely stumbled over to my desk, grabbed the notebook and a pencil, and dragged Sarah out of the classroom. As I shut the door behind myself and opened up the rulebook, Sarah immediately started up again.

"Fuck it, I can't take it anymore. I need your cock again. I can't think of anything but fucking you. Let's do it. Right here, right now. Please. Please fuck me. Michael...?"

I chose to ignore her. **** as she may be, I was checking the rules I had written to see if there was some sort of way to help her out.

New rule: As part of Ovulation, women now enter into heat. During Ovulation, they will become incredibly horny, to the point of being incapable of coherent thought.

New rule: Women can now only masturbate outdoors, completely in the nude. They are incapable of masking their sound or otherwise attempting to be quiet, and will always moan, dirty talk, and otherwise make sex--

Sarah slapped me. It stunned me enough that I looked up at her, only to see tears in her eyes. When she realized she'd done something wrong, the tears began welling up even more.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I just...it's just too much! I can't take it, it hurts me to not fuck! My brain, my pussy, my entire body is on fire! It needs a cock, and you won't let me leave you! Fuck me already, i'm begging you!"

Normally, I would've been understanding. Normally, I would've been merciful. Normally, I would've treated her like a human being. But with that slap, something in me just snapped. I was done playing the nice guy for today. And the muffled moaning from just outside gave me an idea on how to punish Sarah. I grabbed her by the ear and dragged her outside, to the line of shocked women desperately trying to get off. Thanks to the rules I made, they were all nude, all loud, all incapable of stopping, and all at least a half hour from being capable of cumming. I threw Sarah down in front of the line, and dropped my pants.

"Sarah, find an empty spot in the line here, strip naked, and masturbate. No matter who attempts or offers to fuck you, no more cock for you. And no cumming until I say you can cum. You don't decide when you get pleasure, I do. Got it!?"

She nodded vigorously, and began stripping at lightning speed. In a moment, she was wearing only her birthday suit and scooching on her knees to a gap in the line, right hand furiously rubbing her pussy. I stood watching the line, and noticed many of the women were either looking away from Sarah and I or down at the ground, trying desperately to avoid witnessing the punishment taking place. I wouldn't stand for that.

"All of you here! Eyes on me! And I wanna hear dirty talking, too! Describe to me and each other how good it feels to fuck your cunts without release! How good it feels to be so unwanted guys won't fuck you even when you're begging for their cock!"

Instantly, the pupils of the girls fixed onto me, and the symphony of moans transformed into a litany of degrading and humiliating remarks about themselves. I decided to look up and down the line, and aside from Sarah, most of them were fairly unexceptional. Well, all except for one. At the very end of the line was a woman with red hair, a moderately attractive face, and most noticeably, big tits. If I had to guess, i'd say she was a D cup, with surprisingly little sag and pert little nipples. Looking at her, I decided she'd make a fine addition to my growing collection of women. I walked over to her, sure that the eyes of everyone else was still on me.

"Answer me honestly. Who are you?"

"Haah! Eleanor Moore!"

"How do you feel about your tits?" She was visibly caught off guard by the question, and took a moment to answer.

"I think they're too big, but um...oh god, fuck...I'm most embarrassed about the fact that I...haah!...lactate!"

"Oh really? That's interesting. And how do you feel about me?"

"I don't know who you are! Ah! But judging by how you handled...uh, her, over there..."

"Sarah."

"Sarah, I uh...I hate you! Fuck! Aaah!"

"Good to know." With that, I opened up the rulebook, prepared to make an example of her.