You take a cock in the mouth and beads in the ass

"See what I mean?" he says to the others, laughing cruelly at your submission, before landing another stinging slap on your ass cheeks.

"Don't worry Lisa, you're going to get all your slutty little holes filled tonight. We're going to use you like you've never been used before. One of you take the little slut's mouth while I get her ready for more fun."

One of the other men steps in front of you, his pants unzipped and his meaty cock already half-hard. You glare back at your professor, then up at the man in front of you, seeing merciless lust in his face. You shake your head and look back at Professor Garrison, whimpering with need.

"I need...you...Master...I need your cock..." you whine.

"Gag the little bitch with your cock," he tells his friend. "She needs to learn that she controls nothing." He lands another slap on our ass which makes you squeal and open your mouth. The man in front of you immediately fills it with his cock, thrusting between your soft lips as he fucks your pretty face. You gasp and struggle, but you're helpless in his hands.

You can no longer see your professor but you feel your sore ass cheeks pulled apart, and cool oily liquid trickling between them. Strong fingers probe your ass, working the oil into your tight little rosebud as you moan at the violation. You're writhing against the impaling finger as you slurp and suck at the cock in your mouth. Your pussy is flowing like a river, your arousal running down your legs as the sweet aroma of your horniness builds.

"This is going in your ass Lisa. Take a good look at it." Professor Garrison says. He shows you a beaded wand about twelve inches long, with balls that gradually increase in size from not much bigger than a pea at the tip to the size of a golf ball near the base. Your eyes widen as you see it, your mouth still straining to control the cock buried in it.

You whine around the cock then stiffen as you feel the first pressure of the wand as he starts to push it into you slowly, one bead at a time, making sure that you feel every bit of your violation. Your mouth is filled with fat throbbing man meat. and you moan around your cock gag as the beads stretch your lubricated rosebud.

You've lost another battle. Letting this strange man fuck your beautiful face something he is unworthy to touch. Or is he? Why did this ****'s cock feel so good **** down your throat? Your hazy mind tells you it's a kind of Stockholm syndrome. That you needed to please your captors. Except you had come here of your own freewill, that you only ran to get caught, not to escape. You are a slut. And though you are so ashamed of myself, you feel forbidden joy at the knowledge.

Tears swell in your pretty brown eyes, both from the forceful face fucking and your humiliation. You're a whore, a slut, a harlot, and you don't know whether to embrace it, or let it slowly consume my soul until you were a broken ****?