Today's Demonstration

"Many of you may agree, may even think you understand the extent of what that means. However, I assure you, you haven't truly been shown yet." Continues Professor Cyrus, "So just as yesterday, I will need volunteers. Ladies?"

You don't remember deciding to raise your hand. You don't even know what it is you're volunteering for, but before you even realize it, your hand is in the air. It's as if your body had responded independently.

"Ah, Daphne, thank you. Somehow I knew I could count on you. Yes, Claire, Jessica, you three all come up with your partners please."

The three of you stand, adjusting your skirts again, and walk to the front of the classroom. When you reach the front of the room, the Professor stands you shoulder to shoulder in a line. He positions Darius and the other girls partners shoulder to shoulder behind each of you as several assistants wheel in what look like tall desks with three leather straps on top, and two more on the legs.

"Now, ladies, as I was saying, you need to be shown that your bodies do not belong to you. You do not have the right to refuse one of your superiors should they decide to take you, regardless of where and when that happens."

He pauses, looking out across the room at the other students. They are all watching closely. The Professor then turns to you and the other girls.

"Strip. Now." His voice was suddenly very commanding; deep, resonant, and obviously expecting immediate obedience from each of you.

Your legs start to shake nervously. There are so many people in the room. Nevertheless, your hands move to the buttons on your shirt before you even realize they're moving.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jessica and Claire blushing as they start to slowly remove their uniforms as well.

Soon, each of you is standing in your bras and panties in front of the entire class. Your partners push each of you forward, bending you at the waist, they secure your hands to two of the straps on the large tables. The third is used to secure you at the neck, virtually ensuring that you cannot, under any circumstances, leave this position unless allowed.

You hear a familiar click as you feel your panties pulled off of you as well. Seconds later your pussy is soaking wet again and Darius is holding the little glass bottle to your nose.

You inhale deeply and without needing to be told. Once again, it becomes impossible to form a thought unrelated to pleasing and submitting to Darius, to any black man in the room.

"Good girl." Says Darius behind you, his deep voice making your cage almost impossibly tight

"T-thank you, master..." you reply, your girlish voice breathless as your heart starts to race in your chest.

Beside you, you hear Jessica take a deep breath from the bottle too. Seconds later, her legs virtually give out as she nearly faints. However, she is held in place by the straps around her wrists and neck.

Claire whimpers, hesitating when the bottle is held before her. Soon, her partner slaps her hard on the ass and, whimpering, she inhales deeply as well. Her face goes almost blank for a moment before her eyes widen, and you hear her shakily whisper,

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry master. Please...please fuck me..."

Professor Cyrus smiles and begins to explain again to the girls watching that they were no longer free to tell their partners no. They were now property, and thus, did not have the right to refuse.

Another couple of seconds pass before you feel the head of Darius's huge cock sliding into your pussy; you moan in no longer controlled feminine lust, not caring as the rest of the class stares on, shocked and unblinking from their seats.