Avery stood outside of Professor Bindi’s office door. The empty feeling inside of her pussy left much to be desired. She had spent the last two weeks fucking herself stupid every night until she passed out, all because Professor Bindi had ordered her to each night. And then she’d wake up each morning to soaked sheets and an aching need that hadn’t been filled. She had not cum in two weeks. Two long weeks.

Avery had at least gotten very good at doing her homework while fucking herself stupid. She hadn’t missed a single assignment and in fact, her grades were even improving. It was hard to think during those moments so it was just easier for her to focus all of her energy onto studying. Eventually the pleasure just faded away numbing her body and letting her focus entirely on her work.

In that time she had been Professor Bindi’s assistant during her free hours between classes, before classes, and after them. She helped with grading papers, analyzing them, and still, the professor never once allowed Avery to look at her body. There were times when she’d have to sit in the office, head locked onto a book or grading papers while the sounds of the professor using one of the many other teachers or students at the academy filled the room. Avery would inhale the rich scent of sex, listen to the sounds, and yet, never once was she allowed the opportunity to be the one getting fucked.

It had become Avery’s greatest fantasy. To be told she had done a good job, do be ordered to strip or have her clothes ripped free from her body. To be forcibly bent over the desk, the plug buried in her ass forcefully removed to make room for the massive cock as it was thrust into her. For her to be flipped onto the desk, her pussy pounded until sore and quivering. For her to be forced to her knees, her face fucked for hour after hour, load after load pumped into her stomach. Even the thought made her already wet underwear cling to her tighter.

She opened the door. Professor Bindi was sitting inside, behind her desk, as she often was. Avery stepped inside, stopping to hang her back up on the hook by the door. She closed the door and waited. She would often wait minutes for the professor to even acknowledge her presence. It was degrading and Avery loved it.

“Avery. Good. I’m glad you’re here.” She gestured to the chair across from the desk without even glancing up from the paper she was grading. Avery could make out a few red marks on it.

Avery crossed the room and took a seat, straightening out her skirt. The way Professor Bindi showed her how to. She crossed her hands, clasping them together in between her legs. And she waited.

After a few minutes, the professor finished the paper and flipped it over. She looked up at Avery, a slight smile on her face, wicked, and hungry. “Avery I’m impressed. I just finished reading your latest paper and it is by far the best of the class.”

Avery felt pride well up inside of her chest. Her paper was the best. She had written it, stuffed with a toy in both her ass and pussy, bouncing away. She didn’t even remember what she had written it on. But for it to be the best must mean something. Maybe she was becoming smarter.

“Your ability to improve and adapt is astounding. Tell me, have you been doing your assignments while fucking yourself stupid like I said?” Professor Bindi clasped her hands together resting her head on them.

“Yes Professor Bindi. Every night, until I pass out. But I will not let my grades fall. I’ll prove to you that I can be the best student I can!”

Professor Bindi just stared at Avery. Her fingers danced on her hand, pulling Avery’s attention to them and the ring they tapped against. Avery could see the light bounce off of the ring, the professor’s fingers causing it to pulse with each movement, flickering on and off over her eyes. Avery’s head began to swim, her vision blurring, pulled tightly into the ring’s flickering light. She let the sensations wash over her as she fell, trapped.

“Avery. How desperate have you become over the last two weeks? How overwhelming is it, the desire to cum all over my cock?”

Avery felt her mouth water. Her legs squeezed together, pushing arousal straight up into her brain. “I no longer think about cumming without letting you use my body.” The words dripped from her lips. She could feel her thoughts dripping away with them.

Professor Bindi stood up, tucking her hands behind her back. The connection broken, Avery could feel her thoughts start to flood back into her head. It was a familiar feeling at this point, but one Avery was still unsure if she enjoyed. She was finding it much more pleasurable to give up her mind to the professor with each passing day. She worried if the long term effects of the hypnosis was having effects on her.

Professor Bindo crossed around the desk stopping in front of Avery. Avery could make out the large bulge visible, the slight tenting in her skirt. She hoped this was it, that she would finally have her reward for all of her hard work. “Stand up Avery.” It was a command, one Avery quickly obeyed, rising to her feet.

“Avery. I know that you’ve seen today’s lesson plan. After all, you prepare them for me now. So tell me again, what today is.”

Avery swallowed. She knew what today was. The end of the second week of classes. It was flagged as the most important day of class. “Today is role assignment day.” Avery didn’t know what it meant, but she knew that it was important. Classes had remained a relative blur for her. She would zone out, but with fully detailed notes. Every so often she would remember what was being said, it often involved some degree of physical manipulation.

Professor Bindi gripped Avery’s chin forcing the smaller girl to look up at her. “Exactly. You have a special role today Avery. You’ll be my teaching assistant. Tell me, have you managed to fuck all of you holes nice and loose for me. Have you been my good girl.”

The way she said the words, her grip on Avery’s chin, the way she slowly caressed Avery’s back with her other hand, Avery found herself nodding, her head sinking down into the professors grip. Her eyes rolled in her head, her jaw going slack. She was slipping, exactly how the professor wanted her to.

“That’s more like it. Avery, today you will be on display for all of the students to see. But you won’t be the only one. In fact, you already know today’s lesson plan fully memorized don’t you?”

Avery nodded, the further she fell, the more she remembered. She knew what would come next, she knew what her job was, she knew her purpose. And then everything around Avery went dark.

Avery awoke with a start. Her hands gripped the front of the desk as she cried out, the orgasm she had been holding off for two weeks slamming into her full force. She gasped, her head flying upwards, her eyes wide. The rest of the class looked on at her from their seats. She blushed and tried to bury her face into her arm but the waves kept coming. She could feel Professor Bindi behind her, her cock buried tightly inside of Avery’s pussy, pounding into her roughly. Avery cried out, convulsing on the desk as another wave of pleasure rushed into her.

She was aware that this was the plan now. She would show up to class with the professor, strip, bend over the desk, and proceed to demonstrate to the class exactly what the purpose of the class was. She wasn’t there for the lesson, she was the lesson. It excited her and left her embarrassed. Everyone saw her naked, everyone was watching her get fucked, she was just a tool for education. She came again at the thought.

“As you can see. Avery here, as my teaching assistant has been at the foremost of my studies. She has learned that not only is understanding your place a means of affording yourself pleasure, but furthering your goals in life. It is not a crime to know that you are weaker than others, but it is a crime to allow yourself to deny the truth.” Professor Bindi removed her cock, slapping it on Avery’s ass. She grunted, cumming on Avery’s back. Avery could feel the ropes hit her.

Avery collapsed, panting on the desk. She had never cum so hard in her life. She could barely think or process how to react in this situation. Everyone was still looking at her. Some of her classmates, were staring glassy eyed, others had their hands stuffed below the desk, having enjoyed the show. She was so embarrassed, still, she wanted more.

“There are three types of students in this class.” Professor Bindi lowered her skirt, straightening it out, leaving herself presentable once more. “The first, like Avery here, have already come to terms with the fact that they are not meant to be in control and would rather understand their place and accept it and the pleasure that something like that can bring.”

Professor Bindi crossed in front of the desk, walking leisurely as if she had not just thoroughly fucked Avery in front of the whole class, her naked body still resting on the desk. “The second, watched the demonstration, and began immediately thinking how they could end up in the same situation as me. With a plaything drooling mindlessly without a care in the world.”

Avery slowly pushed herself off of the desk. She knew she was supposed to. She was supposed to stand up, her bare body in display for the whole class. She could feel the cold air of the classroom chill the sweat on her body. She could see everyone staring at her, some lusting after her, others wanting to be her. Somehow she could tell which almost everyone wanted just by looking at them. She wondered if that sort of thing was normal.

“The third. Don’t know what they want right now. Much like Avery, you are conflicted into believing that your grades matter, believing that your background, your upbringings, your financial status, all of those external factors determine which of those two positions you belong in. Over the next few weeks, you will find out what and who you really are. Whether you possess the capability to actually embrace that truth, sooner than later, is whether or not you will pass or fail this class.”

Avery stepped up next to Professor Bindi. She spread her legs slightly, crossing her arms under her breasts. She felt so confident all of a sudden. Was this her, or was it something the professor ordered her to do. Avery didn’t really know anymore. She knew the line was blurring.

“Now. As you all have seen. This class, is a very open place to express yourself. In the coming weeks there will be a number of hands on demonstrations. You, other classmates, and every party involved is allowed to abstain or consent to whatever they wish. However, know this, I am very aware of each of your extracurricular activities. No student is admitted to this class if they are not believed to be willing participants. So, please raise your hand now if you feel comfortable pursuing the remainder of this class with an open body and mind.”

Avery watched as the rest of the class, slowly looked around the room at eachother. Some were clearly embarrassed by how they had behaved, others eagerly excited. One by one, students began to raise their hands until the whole class was staring straight ahead, hands raised proudly. Some students still seemed unsure. Out of the entire class, only a few seemed almost eager to have their hands up. Avery glanced over at Professor Bindi who stood their proudly, excitedly looking ahead at what Avery assumed was another experiment for her.

“Very good. Outside of this classroom, you may pursue whatever you desire, however, know this. Failure to respect your other classmates or myself will result in your immediate and sever punishment. Is this understood?” Everyone nodded. “Very well. You may continue with whatever you wish for the next ten minutes until class ends.”

Professor Bindi turned to Avery smirking. “Oh. And so that you’re all aware. Avery here has the highest scores on her quizzes and papers. So if you believe that she is in any group outside of the second, are highly mistaken. She is the pinnacle of student, her note taking is excellent, her critical thinking and understanding outmatch each and every one of you. Remember that.” Professor Bindi brushed a lock of hair from Avery’s face and leaned in. “Get dressed Avery. I’ll see you tonight. You’ve earned your fair share of relief and tonight I will deliver it plenty.” She whispered softly brushing her lips over Avery’s ear.

Avery blushed and nodded. She only had one thought in her mind as she turned towards the professor. “Am I awake right now?” Avery asked slowly, unsure if she was or not. She didn’t really know anymore.

The professor slid her hand down, gripping Avery’s chin lightly. “Do you actually care?” Avery shook her head, whether the professor forced her to do that or not, she didn’t know. And in truth, Avery really didn’t care.