The hours drag on...

At first all you feel is warmth. Your body is uncomfortably compressed and you can feel your heartbeat pound against the locker door, slowing as you settle down. Your cheeks are flushed, your head is buzzing, and your poor tortured pussy is still throbbing. You feel partially sore from Patrick's earlier pounding, but also still plenty tender from the implant relentlessly teasing you. Even still, you feel the pleasure pulsing away, making you hornier and hornier. Getting fucked certainly helped take your mind off the ongoing sensations, but as the minutes tick by with no sign of any life outside the locker, you're brought slowly back to the brink again. You squirm fruitlessly. Cursing yourself for not positioning your hands near your crotch, you try to generate some friction with your thighs, but the way you're crammed in Patrick's locker makes it impossible. Cum and pussy juice drip down your legs and you whimper in frustration.

You assume the exam carries on in the classroom, but you have no way of knowing. In the darkness of the locker, all you have to keep yourself occupied is the feeling in your cunt and your increasingly depraved thoughts. You think about Patrick returning. You think about Patrick, and being his... toy. The thought makes you shiver with anticipation. Some part of your mind wonders if the implant was messing with your head, making you more susceptible to sexual thoughts and urges, especially after being left on for so long. The rest of your pleasure-addled brain fixates on your new role, and how to serve Patrick. You are his to command. You want to be an obedient **** girl. The thought of sinking to your knees and sucking him off while he makes you cum uncontrollably with the implant drives you wild. Almost as if it's encouraging you, the implant sends another pulse of pleasure up your body and you squirm some more. You want to be wet and ready for him, you want him to use you whenever he wants, which is hopefully frequently. You just need to cum. Badly. You have to tell him about the implant when he gets back. Surely he'd make you cum.

Time blends together until you shake yourself from a haze and realize that people are walking past you. Some of them are chatting about the exam. You hold your breath instinctively, hoping the pounding in your chest doesn't attract any unwanted attention. Luckily you aren't noticed. More voices join the halls and you realize the exam must be wrapping up. Heart beating, you await Patrick's arrival.