He Helps, and so does everyone else.

Lisa took a deep breath, the taste of the man's cum still sticking in her mouth and throat. Her skin felt cold, and she had never felt more exposed than she did at that moment. The class was watching her, people she had known for years, people she would have considered friends before. But it didn't matter, thanks to the power of the rulebook, as far as they were concerned, this was perfectly normal. There was nothing to put a stop to, and her shame and humiliation were all part of it. She was trapped, trapped in a situation that she had created. She felt her face burn with shame, but it was not over yet. She knew she had to press on, even if she didn't want to, even if inviting this was the last thing she wanted, she could feel David's hungry stare burning into her spine, and knew that he would could down every second of time he had given her.

"Please..." She said slowly, hating herself for saying the words. "Will you do what you promised now? I...I got you off... so can you...can you help me?"

"Help you?" The man said. "That depends, I'm not sure what you mean by that. exactly what sort of help do you want?"

"Make me wet." Lisa said, her face growing even hotter, her eyes downcast, the cold air felt icy against her skin. The gazes of her classmates were burning and warm.

"Well..." The man pretended to consider it for a moment, and then he nodded. "Okay then, a deal's a deal. You must have practiced a lot before you know. That blowjob was pretty good. I always thought you were pretty sexy, L-hah, almost made a mistake there. ****. I thought you were sexy back when you still had a name. You were always so hot, so confident. Hanging around with your sister the ice queen, I never even thought I'd get a chance at you. Not so confident now, are you? Do you like this shame, this humiliation? I bet you do. We all saw you at the induction, pinned to that frame like an insect, not able to hide anything at all. Did it feel nice taking off your clothes? was it finally the chance you'd been waiting for?"

He turned around for a moment, and rapped his knuckles solidly against the desk.

"All right, get up on this."

"I...I'm sorry?" Lisa blinked. "I'm not sure what you mean..."

"Get up on the desk." He said again. "I don't want you to have any cover at all. I want everyone to see you. James, Rob, get over here, would you? I want you two to hold her arms, to keep her balanced on the thing."

Two of the guy's friends moved over, stalking towards her with an air of expectation. Lisa shivered, but what could she do? She was helpless, and had never hated it more. The collar around her throat felt like a weight dragging her down. She wanted to refuse, but turned and saw David watching, still holding the dildo. That made her mind up. The two guides came alongside her, and took an arm in each of their hands. Their fingers felt cold against her naked skin. Lisa let them guide her to the desk, and they half lifted her into position. Once she was on it, the main student told the others to hold her in place using her arms and shoulders, they stalked around to the back, while Lisa was swivelled to face the front of the class. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel them, especially when she was told to spread her legs as widely as they would go, exposing her womanhood to all. She flushed, hating the thrill of arousal that ran through her as she did it.

Next, the man slowly sank to his knees, his face now level with her open thighs. Lisa took a deep breath, bracing herself for his touch. It did not come. Not at first, anyway. he examined her for a few seconds, and then she felt him. His hands traced across her inner thighs, his palms rubbing against her pale skin. She shivered, but he was gentle, not rough, building anticipation as he slid his hands across her curves, tracing a path to her pussy. Lisa hissed as his probing fingers rode the line of her thighs, coming to rest upon her mound. Her skin was tingling, excited, she felt her core started to heat up in spite of her willpower. The man moved next to her labia, running a gentle finger down the slit where her lower lips met. Lisa felt as a jolt of lightning tracing her spine, his thumb and fingers slowly prying her last layer of protection apart. She braced again, closing her eyes against the invasion, but again, he did not enter her. Instead, he started to rub her slit, his fingers slowly tracing up and down. Lisa felt the motion, the gentle friction along her delicate labia, like a slowly building rumble between her legs. She could feel her lower self tightening, each gentle motion doing more to bring her into proper arousal. Her fingers curled slowly, the feeling growing, the need and desire becoming more and more obvious. She could feel her nipples hardening, her skin becoming flushed with arousal. People, everyone in the class, were watching her, and she could do nothing about it.

Finally, her torment moved onto the next stage, as arousal causing her labia to part, revealing her inner self to the class. Lisa could feel the spreading sense of dampness between her legs and thighs, but the man didn't stop nor even slow. She hissed as she felt one of his fingers enter her body, impaling her body with a slow but steady motion. Lisa jerked, surprised, but the two that held her shoulder kept her firm. Lisa gasped as the man drew his finger back and forth, moving slowly and steadily at first, but growing in speed and power. Her toes started to feel number, and her legs tried to curl as Lisa arched her back, the friction of the motion leaving her tingling, and sending jolts of pure intoxication spiking through her body. She grit her teeth to stifle the moans, her delicate lower self quivering now as the man fingered her, his speed and pace growing faster and more sure. She gasped, her lower self growing hotter and hotter, Lisa tried to squirm, but she had no escape, all she could do was sit there and endure it. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, but that made it worse, for now all she could feel was the motion of his skin against her own, his entering her, forcing her to feel him. It took up her whole world, and she had never felt so utterly helpless. This was what she had always wanted, and yet she had never desired it like this. In front of the whole class, she was being used, and she had absolutely **** at all.

Lisa jumped as she felt someone take hold of her leg, their hands closing around her ankles. Someone else took the second, and together, they gently pulled, forcing her even further apart. Lisa tried to resist, but she felt weak, her body was flushed and aroused, her legs felt like jelly. She had no chance at all as they spread her for the whole class. Next, someone else moved to her side, and she felt their hands tracing over her lower belly, feeling and fondling her pale skin. She opened her eyes, seeing that more people were crowding around the desk, she wanted to protest, but she couldn't find her voice, she wanted to fight, but her legs refused to work.

Someone started to tickle the soles of her feet, making her jump and shake, a cry tore through her mouth as unseen fingers teased her sensitive skin. As though this had been the breaking of the dam, someone else moved to her side, and she felt them twist her nipple hard. Pain flashed through her, and Lisa yelped, but they kept going, grinding it slowly between their fingers. Lisa twisted and writhed, but she was being held tightly, she could not escape. Someone else started to message her other breast, being more gentle, but taking care to build her feeling and anticipation, Lisa threw back her head and loosed a strangled cry. Yes, she had masturbated before, and she'd even had a few boyfriends, but this was something else. More and more people were piling in, touching her and stroking her, fondling her and teasing her. Her skin screamed from the contact, her blood ran wild through her veins. it seemed an insanity to the poor girl, too much stimulation, it was a constant, never ending wave of feeling that assailed her every thought. She had no breaks, no chances to rest. As soon as someone stopped, someone else started. It felt like the whole class were piling in on her, using her as a **** was supposed to be used, as the rulebook ensured that they thought she should be used.

The person at her right breast leaned down, and Lisa gasped. She felt hot breath against her bare skin for a single moment before they closed their mouth around it. She felt their tongue pressing against her, and they started to suck slowly, making her recoil, her eyes wide. what was this? What was happening? Too much, too much all at once! Her body felt like it was being reduced to a simple quivering mass of sensation. No matter where she turned, something was being done to her. Her feet were being tickled, her nipple being twisted, her breast was being sucked, and the man who had started at all kept up the relentless grind. She wanted to scream, but could not find the strength. The sheer power of the growing wave of base, animal desire that was filling her was so much more than she had ever felt before.

Lisa climaxed then. Harder than she ever could, the **** just proved too much for her, and her body screamed for release. She tried to deny it, but her efforts were mocked by the group, the man grunted, and continued to finger her, varying speeds so she could not get used to it. Her breasts were assailed, she felt hands tracing her legs and her arms, her toes were being tormented, her hair was being stroked. The pleasure simply grew too great, too powerful, in a single moment, it overcame her and came rushing through her body. She moaned, faster and faster as she felt it beat down her reserves, growing more potent, more savage, sweeping away all resistance.

Lisa squealed as she climaxed in front of the class, all of them saw it, there was no mistake as she sagged into the hands that held her, the waves of tingling pleasure exploded through her core and body. She groaned and sagged, the world spinning for her. The intensity of the feeling almost carrying her away.

Her head drooped, exhaustion weighed her limbs down. She gasped, but at least it was over now...

It wasn't over. As she managed to regain some strength, Lisa saw David moving towards her with the vibrator in his hand. It was large and thick, clearly intended to function as a dildo as well. The base of the device was flattened, and the tip narrow. The hands on her shoulder lifted her from the desk, and she staggered drunkenly, too exhausted to fight back. David sat the vibrator on the chair where the male student had started.

"Don't mind if we use this, do you?" He asked.

"Nah, man." The other said. "It's for a good cause."

The vibrator set in place, Lisa felt her body moved over to it, strong hands lifted her up, half guiding and half forcing her into the chair. The plastic pressed against her lower lips, sending a shockwave running through her body.

"W-what? N-no!"

No one listened. Inch by inch, she was **** downwards, the device entering her slowly, filling her up as the man's fingers had not. Lisa felt her lower self grasp it, tightening around it in reaction to the invasion. Her fingers curled, her mouth went dry. She gasped and moaned, but still they **** it into her. At last, she was sitting nearly on the base of the chair, the whole device penetrating her womanhood.

"Now stay there until class is finished." David said with a smirk. "And just to make sure you're not bored..."

He turned it on with a remote. Lisa felt it start to rumble into life. Her lower self was sensitive having climaxed already, and it felt so very strong. Her eyes opened wide as the feeling coursed through her. It was almost unbearable, her pussy cried out, her legs shook, her arms felt weak.

Desperately, she looked towards the clock on the wall, hoping that the class would be over soon.

Still an hour to go...

She realised, as the device started to work on her, and her lower self moistened, the feeling of growing warmth returning to her two-fold, that she was in for a long haul this time.

She could already feel the start of a second climax...