Lisa gets turned on

Lisa took a deep breath, fighting back the revulsion of Percy's touch, she **** her hands to run down her body, backing against the board at the front of the class. Her skin felt cold, and she felt more exposed than ever. 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 this was the last thing she wanted, it could always get even worse. She could feel Percy's hungry stare burning into her spine, and knew that he was counting down every second of time he had given her.

The jeers started, Edd wasn't even trying to keep the class quiet, but the worst was Percy, "Go on ****. 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 pointed his fingers at the desk.

"All right, get up on this."

"I...I'm sorry?" Lisa blinked. "I'm..."

"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."

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 Percy watching, still holding the dildo, tapping it to his watch like a wand as he held up four fingers. That made her mind up. Lisa lifted herself into position, the desk felt icy against her naked skin. Once she was on it, she noticed some of the students started to get up from their seats, eager for a closer look. Several stalked around to the back, while Lisa determinedly faced the front of the class. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel them, circling her like sharks, especially when she Percy told her 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.

Her hands traced across her inner thighs, palms rubbing against her pale skin, trying to focus only on the feeling. She shivered, but the cold was bearable, her touch slow, gentle, not rough like Percy, building anticipation as she slid her hands across her curves, tracing a path to her pussy. Lisa focused on the stage, **** to orgasm in front of the entire school, thought of her fantasies, a ****, a toy, and let out a moan as her 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. She 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, thumb and fingers slowly prying open her last layer of protection. She braced again, pushing away the fear, pushing away the consequences if she couldn't do this, closing her eyes tighter as she started to rub her slit, fingers slowly tracing up and down. Lisa focused on 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, panting now with arousal, utterly revealed to the class. Lisa could feel the spreading sense of dampness between her legs and thighs, and reached out a hand for the vibrator. She hissed as instead of handing it to her, the plastic pressed against her lower lips, sending a shockwave running through her body, her eyes opening suddenly.

"W-what? N-no!"

No one listened, no one cared. Inch by inch, Percy **** it inwards, the device entering her slowly, filling her up as her 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 he **** it into her, until the whole device was penetrating her womanhood.

Percy grinned at her, and held up a remote. Lisa had only a moment to process the thought before she felt it rumble into life with a sudden fury. Her lower self was sensitive with the whipsaw emotions of the day so far. Her eyes opened wide as the feeling coursed through her. It was almost unbearable, her pussy cried out, her legs shook, and 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...

Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, as the device started to work on her. She realized, as her lower self moistened further, the feeling of growing warmth returning to her two-fold, that she was in for a long haul this time. 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. Percy held still, keeping the vibrator in her pussy, as 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 again, 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 fingers teased her sensitive breasts. 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, fight it, but her efforts were mocked by the group, Percy continued to ram the vibrator into 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 felt Percy tugging on her lead. Her legs felt like they were made of jelly, and she stumbled to follow before his urgent tugging could pull her headfirst off the desk.

Mumbling an inaudible excuse to the teacher, Percy led her past the crowd, who were now slowly returning to their seats, hands reaching out to caress, pinch, or simply slap her rear as she passed, before he led her hurriedly out of the classroom.