Chapter 3 - Punishment and Rewards

Turning around, I smiled at her, as her hands were roaming her piss-covered flesh, as if to replicate my presence, while her boyfriend had actually reached over and caressed her wet shoulder while stroking his dick.

“Good girl”, I said and proceeded to the closet next to the blackboard.
Every classroom had a room like this, all of them equipped with basic tools for pleasure and pain.

As I was deciding on the girls fate, I could hear the moaning of the entire class behind my back, with sounds of rubbing and squishing and the smell of young pussyjuice and pre-cum filling the air.
Finally, I re-emerged with a large baseball-bat, a sight greeted with loud Ooohs and Uuuuhs.

Cynthia was practically screaming with delight as she saw it and rubbed her piss-covered body even more roughly, while her boyfriend's mouth hung open, eyes wide with terror.

Throwing it toward the class, I shouted: “Whoever gets to the bat first can punish that useless cunt over there as much as he or she wants, and if that girl dies in the process, her killer is given the special opportunity to visit my dog kennel. And my boys are just starving for some meat right now!”

Everyone jumped to their feet, running to the bat as fast as they could.
Some tripped over their pulled-down panties/trousers, but quickly tried to get back on their feet, hungry for the offered reward. The fastest one was a thin, pale goth-chick with jet-black hair and miniscule breasts.
She wasted no time as she took hold of the handle, rushing over to the panting, masturbating Cynthia and her boyfriend, who both watched the spectacle with awe.

Carlos still seemed terrified, but his never-ceasing masturbation told tales of his lust and willingness to experience this ultimate humiliation.

The goth stood there for a moment, holding the bat in her hand steadily, even moving it in small circles, as if to entrance her victim.

“Cynthia....” Carlos said weakly, his voice trailing off.

“I like you.” she said, with a polite smile, “but there is no way you could make me any happier than I was the last few minutes.”

His eyes were basically screaming in shame and anguish, but he quickly gained his composure, nodded once and kissed her piss-covered lips.
With her obviously concentrating less on her lover than the fate she had actively brought onto herself, the kiss seemed pretty stiff and dishonest.

Carlos broke off, gave her a last look of both love and pain and walked off, not wanting to stand between the love of his life and her decision to die for a stranger, who was not satisfied with her services as a urinal, the death sentence carried out by his classmate.

It took me every ounce of self-restraint not to grab him and pound his virgin asshole bloody, so aroused was I by this sight.
Cynthia meanwhile was openly embracing her fate and moved her chair back, spreading her arms to give her executioner as much target-space as possible.
The goth appreciated that and rewarded the girl with a quick, hard hit to the chest.

A loud OOMPF could be heard, accompanied with a muffled cry.

She then went to town on the heaving, spasming girl, hitting her upper body repeatedly but sometimes aimed for the limbs, with the sound of breaking bones accompanying her hardest hits.
She never once hit the head, as she wanted to draw out her victims agony as long as possible, for my viewing pleasure.

Suddenly, the bat was wrestled from her by a fierce, large-breasted redhead.
With an evil grin towards me, the busty newcomer raised the bat high over her head, pausing for a bit, only for the bloody, beaten girl to weakly say:

“D-do it-”

POP! The bat hit her head, knocking her out.

I saw Carlos crying, clutching a piece of cloth in his left, while his right was a blur, jerking his dick so hard that he might have actually hurt himself.

POP

POP

POP

POP

SQUISH

SQUISH

SQUISH

The bat only hit uncovered brain-mass now, splattering grey matter and bone-pieces all over the place, a sight that intensified the continuous moaning of the feverishly masturbating boys and girls even more.

“Now, now,” I hollerred, “insubordination everywhere I look! I explicitly said that I wanted the quickest one to choose our dead friend's demise.”
Suddenly struck with guilt, the redhead turned around.
Her entire front was covered in blood, making her look like a medieval fighter just after glorious battle.
Her eyes tried to avert mine in shame, realizing her mistake.

“Well, as the promised reward was being torn to bits by wild dogs, I'll have to make up another reward for you. How about being on toilet duty for the entire school?”

Blushing furiously and subconsciously rubbing her thighs together, she said: “Are you sure sir? That sounds wonderful! I'd love to!”

“Good,” I replied, “Then undress yourself immediately and go to the toilet. You're on duty!”

She promptly did so, stripping down as fast as possible, baring her large, firm tits and red, trimmed bush for everyone to see.
It didn't seem like her boyfriend was in this classroom, as no one motioned to say good-bye.
Just as she went out the door, I said over my shoulder: “And remember, you're a bowl. So everything goes inside you. And never leave your designated place. Your parents will be notified and be assigned to a new daughter. You're no longer human, you're a toilet bowl now.”

Her silence was reward enough.
She already had accepted her fate and was a toilet bowl in mind, and soon enough in body.
I'd have to pay her a visit some time, before she was too heavy-duty from all the students' and teachers' waste.

But I wrestled my brain away from that thought and looked at the goth-girl, named Carly, who impatiently was waiting for her reward.
With her miniscule tits and skinny frame, she seemed to be less of a hearty meal than the other, more endowed girl.
But well, too late to change my mind.

Maybe I'd find some other fresh food for my boys today.
After all, they were also sexually starved and one toy most of the time ended up having too few orifices for their numerous, large canine cocks.
I could assign Carlos, just to make things worse for him.

Going to the closet, I brought out a spiked collar with a leash, as well as a small, but incredibly sharp knife.
I handed the collar and leash to a random girl, snarling “Hold!” at her.

I then went up to Carly and ogled her tight frame, covered by a very modest jacket-skirt-combo, as well as fishnet stockings and combat boots.
The clothes were cut to make them look like they were from the Victorian era, complete with ruffles and unnecessary buttons.
Getting close to her, I observed how her cute face was completely rapt in desire.
She looked through me, lust clouding her eyes and her body shivering with need.

Inching even closer, I could feel her breath on my chest (as I was much taller than her), shallow, fast pants, closer to a dog's huffing than a humans breathing.

“Undress”” I commanded her, adding a “Slowly!” as I wanted us both to enjoy this.
After all, I was rewarding her.

First, she removed the jacket, baring her tight-fitting, emerald-green blouse.
I watched her trembling, delicate fingers work its buttons one at a time, pausing in-between, as she coyly looked up at me.

I watched as her pale body was uncovered inch by inch.
First, her delicate collarbones were bared, then the upper halves of her flat breasts.
The frilly, green and black bra she was wearing covered most of them, still leaving much to my imagination.
Then her upper stomach, stretched taut over her ribcage.
Now her bellybutton was on my mind, as I was a huge sucker for those, both literally and figuratively.
It was a cute innie, but not deep enough to build a dark cave like some of them were built, which was common with girls that thin.
Simply delicious.

Now her blouse was completely removed and just as she started to fumble with the bra, I stopped her, pointing to the knife.
I'd handle this part!
She understood and unzipped the side of her modest, frilly skirt.
Pulling the large piece of cloth down, she revealed her panties, whose colour and style matched the bra.
As she looked up at me questioningly, I nodded approvingly and said “Boots and stockings, too. My dogs' bitches don't have hands feet. They just use their paws.”

She shuddered so hard that I suspected her experiencing a mini-orgasm from my words, and with some effort, she composed herself.
Sitting down on a chair, she made a show of removing the boots, taking her time to pull each zipper down completely.
She dextrously lifted her foot from the first one , only her toes holding it up and tossed it aside with a languid motion.
The other one she brought to her face and let her tongue flick over its dirty bottom for a bit.
She surely went out of her way to show me how much she adored me and my plans for her.
Then, the stockings were unpeeled in a comparably slow and erotic fashion.

Now it was my turn.
Playing with the knife and with a cold stare in my eyes, I ordered her to stand, which she did happily.
With a quick and exact motion, I sliced up the bra right between her breasts.
Then I cut the straps off her shoulders to free it completely.
Cloth fell to the ground and she could only gasp in arousal, while realizing that I cut the skin.

Small droplets of blood trickled from the cut on her chest and the ones on her shoulders.
I admired her cute, strangely dark nipples, which stood out proudly, despite their small size.

As I let my knife graze over one of them, she moaned cutely in desire and gasped “H-harder..”

Looking at her questioningly, she added “Please, cut me harder, sir!”
I cut right on the side of her breast, just as deep as the previous wounds on her impeccable skin, only drawing a little blood.
Then on the other side, asymmetrically, then right below the nipple, then a little deeper, almost down to her stomach.

“Please sir, cut me deeper!”

“You wish, bitch!” was my loud reply.
After all, I was allowed to do whatever I damn well pleased.
And right now, I didn't want to damage her too much before the boys got her.

I moved my knife down, right into her panties and sliced them from her crotch, again damaging some skin in the process.
Her cunt was shaved bare with a paw-print tattooed right on the pelvic bone.

“So that's why you were so desperate to win this,” I said, grinning evilly.
The flush of shame and humiliation that went from her face down to her upper body gave her paleness a pretty pink tone.

The masturbation-noises again were about to hit a crescendo, as a boy gasped “Carly, you're so pretty! I love you, Carly!”

Carly, seemingly upset, replied “Don't call me that anymore! I'm a useless dog-bitch now!”
I discarded the knife and stroked her cheek lovingly.

“Don't listen to him. They can't understand how good you feel right now. And I appreciate your honest way of dealing with your desires. My boys will love making you their subservient little toy. Do you look forward to that?”

“Y-yes sir. More than anything. I want to be completely at their mercy.” she breathed.

“Good.” And with that, I took the collar from the girl who was holding it.
The girl had actually licked the parts where my skin had touched the leather.

Appreciating her eagerness, I gave her a hard, tongue-biting French kiss that sent her into orgasmic heaven as she slumped down to the floor, legs spasming wildly.

I tasted the blood and saliva that she left in my mouth, savouring it as I went back to the bitch-to-be, who held her head up proudly now, showing her body that soon would be ravished by a horde of dogs to her jealous classmates.

From the corner of my eyes, I glanced at the black girls corpse.
It was surrounded by a few of her former classmates, who admired what each and every one of them eventually was going to be experiencing: Dying by my hand or my command.
A tanned, platinum-blonde vixen with huge boobs stood right in front of the corpse, back turned to me, seemingly rubbing her cunt while her other hand caressed the wrecked skull of her dead friend, exploring the ruined brain-mass.
Another girl, who looked almost exactly like the dead girl was using one of its hands to frig herself, while she made out with the blonde one.
A third, Asian one stood on the other side of the corpse, humping its leg, embracing the body intimately, like a lover.
And lastly, a brunette was kneeling on the floor, lapping up all the fluids that were spilled on the spot, paying extra attention to the pools of my piss that had escaped the dead girls thirst.
Her crotch was turned towards me and her mini-skirt did nothing to conceal the large wet spot on her white panties.

The black girl noticed me watching, stopped kissing and thus, the blonde girl turned around.
I gave her an approving nod, as the lengths the girls went to just to feel close to my presence was deeply arousing.
She grinned at me playfully and removed her hand from the bashed-in skull, filled with bloody gore, and fed Cynthias presumed twin (at least in my fantasy she was) its contents.
Her partner eagerly devoured the mess, even chewing the large parts and finally pulled the blonde one into a frenzied tongue-kiss, swapping spit, brain-mass and blood back and forth between them.

I saw Carlos stumbling closer to the pair, trying to get into the kiss, but they pushed him back, forcing him to just watch their defilement of his love.
I took a mental note to reward the eager sluts sometime in the future, but for the time being, I had to deal with my new bitch.

Walking over to her, I gave her the leash, which she took with trembling, delicate hands.
She took a deep breath, smiled sweetly at her classmates, said “Good bye.” and wrapped it around her throat.
Closing it a bit too tight, she was having a little trouble breathing, exactly what I would've done if she didn't.

“Well done!” I said, “But bitches don't walk on two legs.”
Immediately she slumped down on all fours, lifting her glistening crotch into the air invitingly.

Grabbing the leash, I lead her to the back of the classroom, where I tied it to a secure ring in the wall.
She sat down, knees bent, waiting eagerly for my orders...