Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 18
Viola
I shifted uncomfortably on the mortifying saddle, the thick shaft buried deep inside me making coherent thought nearly impossible as I watched the tender scene unfolding before us. Every little squirm of embarrassment seemed to become a twitch of my hips that threatened to become a thrust, which put me in danger of a helpless moan.
The sight of Lara’s gentle ministrations to Reb, along with the artificial intrusion claiming my own body… created a strange dichotomy of sensation and imagination that left me breathless and confused. I felt as if the circuitry of my brain simply couldn’t handle what my mind and body told it.
Reb’s whimpers grew more desperate as her friend’s fingers worked with increasing skill. “Lara, please… everyone… everyone’s watching…” I didn’t know at all what the sweet blue-haired girl, born on the planet from which the Vionian nobility had sourced their most valuable concubines, was usually like. Even I could hear in Reb’s voice, though, that she had been taught to think that having everyone watch you receive sexual pleasure was terribly wrong. On the other hand, I could also tell that part of her mind found the experience much more enjoyable than she wanted it to feel.
“I know,” Lara whispered, her other hand stroking Reb’s pale cheek with infinite tenderness. “But you need this. Your body needs to be ready, or it will hurt so much worse.”
The awful truth of her words hung in the air between them. We had all learned that resistance only brought greater pain, that our bodies’ responses lay beyond our conscious control. Watching Reb surrender to her friend’s touch while we sat impaled on these degrading devices felt like witnessing the systematic destruction of everything we had once believed about ourselves.
“Now, Miss Reb,” Mistress Orela announced with evident satisfaction, “you’re ready to take your position. Miss Lara will assist you.”
Reb’s legs trembled as Lara guided her toward the remaining saddle, her friend’s hands steady and supportive despite the mortifying circumstances. The pale woman’s face was streaked with tears, but her breathing had grown shallow with unmistakable arousal.
“Slowly,” Lara murmured, helping position Reb over the leather seat. “Let me help you down.”
I watched in horrified fascination as Reb lowered herself onto the artificial shaft, her face contorting with a mixture of discomfort and unwelcome pleasure. When she settled fully onto the saddle, a soft moan escaped her lips despite her obvious distress.
“Perfect,” Mistress Orela said, moving to stand before us with predatory satisfaction. “Now that you’re all properly positioned, we can begin today’s lesson. You will share with your classmates exactly what happened in your Guardian couples’ homes last night. Every detail. Every shameful response. Every moment of surrender.”
My stomach clenched with dread as the implications sank in. We would be forced to confess our degradation while impaled on these obscene devices, our bodies held open and vulnerable as we recounted our most intimate humiliations.
“Miss Viola,” Mistress Orela continued, her eyes finding mine with laser focus, “as our most distinguished student, you may begin. Tell us about your evening with Colonel and Mrs. Quinst.”
The thick shaft inside me seemed to pulse with my racing heartbeat as I struggled to find words. Around me, my classmates watched with expressions of sympathy and morbid curiosity, all of us united in our shared humiliation.
“I… they made me…” I began, my voice cracking with shame as the memories flooded back with vivid clarity.
The words came haltingly at first, my voice barely above a whisper as I described how they had made me serve dinner with my panties around my knees. But as I spoke, something strange began to happen. The shaft inside me seemed to grow warmer, more insistent, and I found myself unconsciously moving against it as the memories became more vivid.
“Mrs. Quinst examined me first,” I continued, my breathing growing shallow as I recalled her knowing fingers. “She… she prepared me while the colonel watched. Then he…”
I trailed off, unable to continue as heat flooded my cheeks. But Mistress Orela’s expectant silence demanded more, and around me I could see my classmates leaning forward slightly, their own breathing quickened with what could only be arousal.
“He took me,” I whispered, the admission seeming to tear itself from my throat. “In my… in my bottom. While I served his wife with my mouth.”
A collective intake of breath rippled through the room. Palla’s face had flushed crimson, her hips making small, involuntary movements against her own saddle. Morandra’s scholarly composure had cracked entirely, her lips parted as she listened with obvious fascination.
The realization that my shameful confession was arousing them sent a bolt of mortifying heat straight through my core. Worse, I could feel myself beginning to move more deliberately against the thick intrusion, my body seeking friction as the memories grew more intense.
“Continue,” Mistress Orela commanded softly, and I noticed her consulting a handheld device with evident interest. The small screen glowed with data that could only be from my governor—she was monitoring my arousal in real time as I recounted my degradation.