Chapter 2, The Hall of Executions Part 1, The Guillotine (Cons, Non-Cons, Watersports, Beheading)

The museum had a number of halls leading off from the lobby, each labeled with a theme hinting at the varieties of death you could expect to find within it. The one that most captured my interest was the “Hall of Executions”. I'd always liked executions. I remember as a little girl watching movies with rapt attention as some side character is beheaded at the behest of the local lord, or is hung after a trial of their peers. I remember feeling a warmth in my abdomen that I didn't yet understand as I watched these scenes. Even beyond your common level of being aroused by death, something about being entirely powerless, having your fate decided by an authoritarian ruler, or by a group of strangers, really lit something within me. And it seemed that it resonated with others in a similar way, the Hall of Executions was perhaps the museums most heavily advertised one, and the teaser exhibit in the lobby was one that fits it's scope. Having decided where first to go, I walked through the arch crowned with the words “Hall of Execution” my students nervously following.

The hall was a long room, with a high ceiling, the two walls lined with exhibits, featuring implements of execution used throughout history.

Stopping a short ways into the room, I turned to survey my class and asked "Any volunteers?"

The class rustled as they looked around at each other, and after several seconds I saw one hand tentatively rise from the herd. The hand slowly moved above the crowd, as the girl it was attached to made her way to stand at the front of the class.

The hand belonged to Lily, a cute girl with wavy blond hair, that today was hanging freely along her upper back. The only thing she was wearing was a light pink gauzy babydoll that did little to conceal her small nipples. It buttoned in a single spot between her modest mounds and flowed down to the top of her hips, leaving a triangle of exposed skin, framing her belly button and drawing the eye to her smooth pussy, just the barest glint of dampness visible on her upper thigh. The one other thing of note was a tattoo of a dotted line that circled her neck, a closer look revealing a small pictogram of a pair of scissors interrupting the line just to the right of her throat.

"So Lily." I asked "How would you like to die?"

"It's a little bit of a long story." she began, her hands clutched nervously behind her, pronouncing her small chest. "But I'll try to keep it as short as I can."

 For as long as I can remember, my mother's head has been mounted above our fireplace, and my daddy has been promising to put mine next to hers one day. His story of collecting her head was my favorite bedtime story for as long as I can remember. He says I was always pestering him to tell it, sometimes demanding he tell it again immediately after he just finished. Whenever he would tell me the story we would sit in his favorite armchair, facing the fireplace, me sitting on his knee. He would wrap his arm around me, resting his hand on my cunny, slipping his hand under my cloths if I was wearing any. As he told the story he would rub me, and when I old enough, finger me, till I came.

 He and my mom loved each other very much, he would say. They met when he was twenty-seven and she was eleven. He was her ballet instructor. He said that she was beautiful in her skin-tight leotard and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She loved the attention and would move her body anyway she could to show it off when she felt his eyes watching. One day her sister was late picking her up and as my dad waited with her in the studio she made a move on him. Asking him if he thought there was a stain on her leotard, she pulled him into a heavy kiss when he bent over to check. In the end they ended up making love in the studio for hours, her sister never showing. He offered her to stay the night at his place, where they ended up making love for hours more. In the morning he called her house and came to an agreement with her father, she would move in with my dad and her dad would get back what he paid for ballet lessons. Three months later they were married, ten she was pregnant. She had never even begun to bleed so they never thought to check until she started getting sick. We still have videos of one of her recitals, with her heavy belly stretching her leotard as she elegantly moves across the stage. A couple years later, when she was fourteen and I was two, they were both lying in bed after another day of heavy lovemaking.

 My dad says he turned to her, admiring her face with sweat plastered hair sticking to it, and said "I wish you could always be as beautiful as you are now." cupping her face with one hand.

 She looked him in the eyes and said "If you really want me to be, I can, you've seen the neighbor's first wife."

 "You're really okay with that?" he asked. "You're okay with dying?"

 "If it's for you," she said "I'm okay with anything." "Nothing turns me on more than being yours forever, forever being shown off to guests, always as beautiful as I can be." she said smiling and cupping his face in turn. "Plus, I always love it when you're rough with me, thinking about you not restraining yourself, about you going all the way with me, that's easily second in turning me on."

 At this point he says he pinned her down, holding both of her arms stretched above her head with one hand as he kissed her roughly, his other hand between her legs roughly violating her. They made rough love for several hours before he ended up strangling her bare handed as she rode him cowgirl. He continued to make love to her body for a couple hours more, before the rising sun moved him to call the taxidermist. He opted to preserve just her head, parting out her body for meals for special occasions.

 At the end of his story, always right before I was about to cum, he would promise me that one day, when I was my most beautiful, I would earn a spot above the mantle next to mom.

 For many years I was confident in the knowledge that one day my head would be up there hanging next to mom. But one day in elementary school, my world was shaken. We were learning about chemistry, and the teacher decided to use one troublemaker of a girl who had been held back two years as an aid for her demonstration. She was stripped and had dynamite shoved in her mouth, pussy, and ass, which was then set off. That day I learned not only that people other than my daddy could kill me, but also that my head wouldn't necessarily survive the experience. When I got home that day I burst into my dad's office crying, burying my head in his lap as I wailed out my frustration. Once I had calmed down enough for him to get the story out of me, he told me he had an idea. An idea that he said could maybe motivate my killer in a certain direction should it end up being someone else other then him. That day he took me to get my neck tattoo, hoping that the power of suggestion could possibly one day save my head. In the years since the idea of losing my head has become central in my self pleasures, I would always run one hand along my tattoo, imagining all the ways my neck could be severed, as the other hand did it work between my thighs. I hope that losing my head cleanly here will end up with my head preserved and in the gift shop, maybe my daddy will even have the chance to buy it. Even if I never did get as beautiful as he wanted, lately he's been fucking me more and more often, and more often saying how much like my mother I look, so I think I was getting close. But regardless of what does happen to my head, if I have to die today I really want my head to roll.

"Well, I'm convinced." I said, feeling the arousal drip down my leg. "Lets get the pretty little head off, I think I see a guillotine over there."

As we approached the guillotine, I noticed another plaque mounted next to it, moving close enough to see it, I read aloud:

 "During the French Revolution, there was seen a need for a new method of execution. Previously nobility would be beheaded by a sword or axe, which often took two or more strikes, and commoners were hanged, which could often take several minutes. The National Assembly, an assembly formed by representatives of the common people, decided that a new method of execution, consistent with the ideas that capital punishment was to end life and not cause pain, and that it should be used on all condemned regardless of class, needed to be devised. The result was the Guillotine, taking inspiration from previous beheading machines, this new one was different in that it used a lunette to immobilize the condemned, and it used an angled blade to remove the head.

 Our guillotine is a replica of the one that stood in the Place de la Revolution, where thousands were beheaded during the Reign of Terror of the French Revolution. Our guillotine has had a few modifications made to it to improve the spectacle. It has the choice of two blades, a normal sharp blade that will behead with one shot guaranteed, and a dull one, that often takes two or more shots to cut through a neck. It also has two methods of activating, the first a standard lever to drop the blade, and the second a sensor that can be attached to either victim or operator that will drop the blade upon the detection of an orgasm."

Finishing, I turned to Lily and asked "So you mentioned wanting it to be as clean as possible, so I'm thinking the sharp blade, but I can also see how hot and bothered your story got you, how does losing your head the second you begin to cum sound?"

"Oh!, That sounds super hot Ms. Brooks!" Lily replied.

Turned on and inspired by her passion, I closed the distance between us pulled her into a tight embrace, locking lips with her. She quickly overcame her initial shock and we wrestled our tongues passionately for a few seconds. Breaking away, feeling a dampness on my thigh wedged between her legs, I said: "Well let's get you set up already."

Hanging on the side of the guillotine was a length of rope and a diagram showing how to use it to bind the wrists. With a few lusty grunts from Lily I managed to firmly immobile her hands behind her back. After raising the lunette I pushed her into a kneeling position and shut it around her neck locking her in. Arming the remote sensor, I stuck it to Lily's skin, just to the right of her mons pubis, the sensor blinking a slow red. Standing up I stepped back a few paces to admire my handiwork. My student was kneeling with her head locked into the lunette of an armed guillotine, she was breathing heavy and she was rubbing her thighs together trying to stimulate her very visibly aroused pussy. "Gods she looks delicious." I thought to myself.

Positioning beneath her a nearby shallow backrest that was presumably here for this very purpose, I spread her legs with my hands and laid on my back between her thighs, looking straight up at her dripping treat. Without warning I grabbed her ass with both hands, eliciting a squeak from the other side of the wood. I quickly launched my tongue into her folds, trying to taste as much of her sweet nectar as I could. Listening to her moans I worked her pussy with my mouth, sticking my tongue as deep as I could reach, moving it in and around her folds, moving it up to her clit and gently worrying the little nub with my tongue and teeth. As this continued Lily's breathing got faster and faster, and the blinking red light on her crotch sped up in tune. After a couple minutes of this, I slid one hand to her asshole, teasing her back door with one finger.

"Oooh! Ms. Brook! my asshole!" I hear from the other side of the wooden barrier.

Ignoring her ambiguous response I applied pressure on her closed ring, teasing my finger past her defenses. Earning an increase in moaning I slipped a second finger into her anus. Bringing my other hand around I stuck two fingers into her dripping honeypot, manipulating the walls of her canal I listened to her moaning to discern her most sensitive spots. Her fevered moans and the incessantly blinking light led me to believe we were in the home stretch.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Oh God I gonna die!" Lily screamed. "Ohhhh Goo--"

While manipulating her ass and pussy with both hands, I worked her clit with my mouth. In the midst of her lusty screams I gave her nubbin a less than gentle bite, worrying the nub between my teeth wrestling it with my tongue all the while. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, her words transforming into an resounding cry, her hips writhing in my hands. As her words broke down into an animalistic call the light changed from a feverishly blinking red to a solid green. I heard the mechanism release, Lily's cries were suddenly cut off, there was a low twang as the rope caught and I heard a dull thump from the other side of the wood. With nothing holding it up the headless body slumped down on top of me, quivering sluggishly as blood leaked on the floor behind me. Free of any restraint, Lily's urine began to freely flow into my still attached mouth. Once over my immediate surprise I moved my hands back to her ass, holding her pussy firmly to my mouth, as I greedily drank down my deceased student's golden gift.

When my treat was at its end I laid the still body on the floor and stood up. I walked around to the front of the guillotine to look at the contents of the basket. Lily's head was indeed beautiful, her golden hair, edges dyed red and laying strewn in a pool of blood, framed her half-lidded eyes and partially open mouth. Picking up her head, trying to not get too much more blood on me, I peered into her face her hair hanging loosely past my hands. My face still wet from her arousal and piss, I once more pressed my lips to hers. Snaking my tongue past her teeth I once more intertwined my tongue with hers, but this time there was a metallic taste and she didn't wrestle back. Gazing into her unresponsive eyes while passionately licking her tongue with my own piss, cum, and blood stained one, I wondered if I should try to buy her head for myself.

As I was about to replace her head in the basket I noticed her tattoo still on her neck, examining more closely I saw that I had missed the dotted line buy more than half an inch. "I never can seem to cut a straight line on these dang guillotine cutters." I joked quietly to myself, chuckling lightly.

Placing her head gently back in the basket I turned to survey my class. A few of them seemed more shaken than last time, the reality of the situation settling in. A couple that were visibly scared last time seemed to have lost their reservations having joined the enthusiastic crowd that were either openly masturbating or basking in post orgasmic bliss. The couple that had been masturbating each other before were now locked in a passionate sixty-nine on the floor.

Looking at my class it began to occur to me that the crowd looked more a bit more reduced than I had reduced them by when I heard a commotion from the entrance of the hall. Two staff members were dragging three of my handcuffed students, two of which were struggling with their captors, while the last was glumly compliant. The two men approached the class with my students in tow. Upon reaching me the man holding the lone compliant student said "These three wandered off when you must have been otherwise distracted, we caught them trying to escape out of a bathroom window, how do you want to handle them?"

The two struggling students were Elly and Reina, the complacent one Lassie. Lassie wasn't her real name but apparently it's what Elly and Reina have been having her go by for years. This was a trio that was nearly inseparable. My understanding was that Elly and Reina had been best friends and later lovers for longer than either remembered, their parents having been frequent swinging partners back in the day. I had heard that they had set their attention on Lassie in early elementary school, bullying her and treating her as their pet slave. I don't know if Lassie is a true masochist or if shes just submissive enough and lonely enough that she would stick with anyone who gave her attention, good or bad.

Elly and Reina's outfits were twisted mirrors of each other's. Elly was wearing a short red plaid skirt with a green plaid tie hanging between her large bare breasts. Reina wearing a green plaid skirt with a red plaid tie hanging between her more modest breasts. They were both wearing fake shirt collars around their ties and had mismatched socks. Elly was wearing a mid-thigh length blue sock with colorful stars on her left leg and a mid-calf pink sock with colorful cats on her right. Reina was wearing the other half of those sock pairs with the blue one on her right leg and the pink on her left. They wore matching black flats. On Elly's left wrist and Reina's right they each wore a charm bracelet, the bracelets each had one half of a charm of an anatomically correct heart on it. In their hair they seemed to throw out the mirroring convention in favor of showing their own individuality. Elly's medium length black hair was in two high pigtails tied with red ribbon that hung a few inches below her ears. Reina's short hair was free of accouterments, but was died in a blue-green gradient.

Lassie wore only a black leather collar with a bone-shaped tag with "Lassie" engraved on it hanging from it. Her skin had marks on it from bondage ropes as well as various whip marks and light scars from blades. Both her breasts and abdomen had visible bruising and one nipple had a large ring through it. Her back had some intentional, although amateurishly done, scarification, a large heart with "E + R 4 EVAR" carved in it. She had short disheveled brown hair and her face had mascara steaks running down it, Elly and Reina seemed to like to put in on her just to see it run when they abuse her. All three girls had their hands handcuffed behind their backs and had ball gags shoved in their mouths, additionally, Elly and Reina's handcuffs were linked together by a few foot long chain.

"Could you just hold them still for a little bit, I need a minute to decide, and could you get those two to shut up for a minute." I replied to the man.

The man holding Elly and Reina nodded to me, releasing his grip on both their shoulders he turned to Reina and punched her hard in the gut. Reina crumpled on the ground, knees clutched to her chest in a fetal position as she coughed through her gag. Seeing this Elly shut up, an expression of fear on her face as she stood their cooperatively. Satisfied, the man took up position behind her, one hand on her shoulder as she trembled in fear.

I walked up to Lassie. She was still passive, just standing there, her head and shoulders hanging loosely, her eyes downcast. With one hand I grabbed her jaw and gently pulled her face up to meet my eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with the evidence of her tears, and a line of drool leaked from around the ball gag and down onto my hand. Her beautiful tear and mascara streaked face, and her sad brown eyes aroused me fiercely, visions flying through my mind of how I would end this girl's life.

"I'm assuming trying to escape wasn't your idea, you were just following Elly and Reina as usual?" I asked my student.

Lassie nodded weakly, baleful eyes looking at mine.

"You may consider them your masters but during school hours I'm the master for all my students." I said, returning her gaze.

Again she weakly nodded, averting her gaze.

"Right now my job is to make sure all of you are dead by the end of the school day, and your attempts to defy me have pushed you three right to the top of the queue." I said slightly strengthening my grip.

She tightly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to turn her face away from mine.

"But I believe you that you were merely following, if you behave I can try to be a little lenient with your punishment, perhaps even letting you choose the method if I like what you suggest enough."

Lassie opened her eyes back up, looking up at me with what seemed a glimmer of hope.

"I need to know which one suggested running away, was it Reina?" I asked her.

Lassie shook her head.

"So it was Elly?"

She nodded her head.

"I think we should save the harsher punishment for her, disposing of Reina first will let her agonize over her decisions and predicament a little while longer."

Releasing Lassie's jaw I turned back to look at my two attempted truants. Reina seemed to have mostly recovered from her gut punch, now sitting on the floor with her knees pressed to her chest, her forehead pressed into them as she sobbed weakly. This angle afforded me a nice view up her skirt of her sexy bare pussy, in contrast to Lily's hers was dry as a bone. Elly was standing a couple feet away, about as far as the chain linking the two girls wrists could comfortably afford. Her captor was still standing behind her hand on shoulder, his fingers pressing firmly into her flesh. Her eyes were wide and her gaze pointed at me, evidently she had been listening and her trembling had become more severe.

"I was a little curious about the dull blade the guillotine blurb mentioned, could you two gentlemen load the one with the blue hair into it and set it up with the dull blade and orgasm sensor? And could you hand me the sensor when you're done?" The men nodded, dragging the pair of girls toward the guillotine.

Turning back to face Lassie, I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. "And you." I said. "I be wearing the sensor so It'll be your job to make me cum. Effectively it'll be you pulling the trigger on your former master. How well you perform here will have a significant effect on how lenient I am with you, so you'd better not try to go easy on her, you understand?" I asked her.

"Yes Mistress." Lassie replied immediately, eyes meeting mine in an unwavering gaze.

Lassie's unprompted honorific sent another flood of arousal through my abdomen, I hadn't cum since I fried Kathrine, and between beheading Lily and imagining 'punishing' my three run-aways, my lust was at unprecedented heights.

Turning back to the guillotine I saw the two men had finished loading Reina into the machine, Elly was standing a couple feet to the side, still linked to the other girl.

One of the men handed me the sensor and the key to the girls' handcuffs and asked. "Can you take it from here?"

"I can, but I feel bad just sending you off after all you've done. If you want how about you two take take a load off and fuck the other girl until we're done killing this one?" I offered.

"We greatly appreciate it, thank you ma'am." The man said, taking the key back from me and going with his partner to collect their prize.

Unzipping my skirt, I shimmied my hips, dropping it to the floor. From the waist down this left me wearing only my professional black pumps, black thigh high lacy stockings, and the lacy black garterbelt they were attached too. Picking up my skirt I looked around for somewhere to hang it. Seeing the immobilized Reina I watched her staring at the basket below her, still containing the head of her former classmate. Looking closer I saw the face of a girl who had given up hope, her eyes were dull and she did not struggle, her tears had run dry, but her mouth was leaking saliva around the gag, dripping down onto Lily's face. Walking up to her I draped my skirt over the lunnette next to her head. With my newly free hand I gently ruffled her hair.

"Cheer up." I said. "You're probably getting off easier than you deserve, even if the blade doesn't sever your head in one go it'll probably sever your spinal cord and you'll expire quickly. Honestly I probably should have given your punishment a little more thought."

Ruffling the doomed girl's hair one last time, I returned to Lassie's side. I attached the sensor just to the side of my mons pubis where it clicked on, beginning to blink a slow red.

"Ready to overthrow your masters?" I asked Lassie, to which she nodded.

Standing just off the side in front of the guillotine, so as to not block my classes view, I put my hand on top of Lassie's head and gently pushed her to her knees. Grabbing fistfuls of hair with both hands I shoved her head into my crotch. Immediately her tongue began its work, its owner apparently having no qualms about what my orgasm would accomplish. She twirled her tongue around my clit, ran it along and through the outer folds, she tried to dig in as deep as possible, stimulating the furthest reaches she could while teasing my clit with the tip of her nose, and all the while maintaining solid eye contact, her beautiful brown eyes giving off a determined air.

Reveling in her ministrations, I broke off eye contact and looked around. I looked at Reina, she was no longer engrossed with Lily's head, but neither was she watching her executioners in their copulation. Following her gaze I saw that she was watching the two men rape her best friend. The men had unlocked the chain from her handcuffs, and had removed her ball gag, but left the cuffs binding her wrists behind her back. They had taken her a short distance in front and off to the side from the guillotine. Elly didn't have much freedom of movement, but from her position she could see Reina just out of the corner of her eye if she tried. At the moment however, she seemed to be in too much pain to spare any attention, the two men were spit-roasting her, the man behind her forcing himself rapidly in and out of her dry, resistant pussy, the man in front of her holding her tightly by the base of her pigtails as he violently raped her throat with a similar disregard to her well-being.

Returning my focus to Reina I saw her looking at me. Between seeing her closest friend brutally raped, and seeing her precious pet and trusted teacher enthusiastically attempting to kill her, it seemed she had regained enough vitality for the tears to resume flowing. I flashed her a broad smile and a wink before returning my attention to the student between my thighs.

Lassie was still eagerly and expertly lapping away at my pussy. Her expression as she looked up at me seemed slightly concerned, as if she were uncertain whether she was doing a good job or not.

"Good girl." I said, relaxing my grip on her hair with one hand so I could pet her head. "You're doing a great job."

"But," I said tightly gripping the hair on the back of her head, "You could be doing even better."

As her eyes grimaced from the mild pain, I pushed her head roughly into my crotch. I began thrusting my hips on her face, grinding my juices into her skin. She seemed to be having some difficultly breathing, but did not fight my grip as I felt my orgasm build up, the red light next to it blinking rapidly.

A loud scream brought my attention back to reality, looking toward the noise I saw the two men had repositioned Elly. Her mouth was now free of the man's cock, but it was now agape as she stared toward the ceiling, heavy tears flowing down her face. She was held up between the two standing men as they violently thrust in and out of her pussy and ass. Presumably, I guessed, her scream must have been the man forcing himself into her ass, dick lubricated only by her spit.

An expert twirl of tongue brought my attention crashing back to Lassie, her pretty eyes locking back on mine as she skillfully manipulated my clit.

"You're almost there." I managed to squeeze out between heavy breaths. "Shouldn't be long till Reina's head rolls."

Lassie's tongue caught me off guard by quickening beyond what I thought she was capable of. Feeling the rise of my looming orgasm, I clutched her head even tighter as I ground my hips on her face. As it hit I faintly heard a gag-stifled scream that was quickly cut off. Lassie's tongue continued its work as I rode out my orgasm, my body filling with small aftershocks.

Collecting myself enough to open my eyes I looked to the guillotine, the blade was lodged about a third of the way into Reina's neck, her eye's were wide and blood was flowing liberally from the wound as her body convulsed.

Between the golden treat I had enjoyed from Lily and the copious amounts of water I had guzzled in anticipation of today's events, I could feel the call of the post-orgasm piss I so enjoy. Returning my gaze to Lassie's I relaxed my grip on my bladder. Her eye's went wide and she briefly tried to pull away. My grasp held her there and she quickly committed to accepting my gift. Her eye's watering as she looked up at me, I returned her gaze with an affectionate smile. My business done, I released my grip on Lassie's hair. She fell back on her ass, coughing and taking deep breaths.

Moving my attention to Elly I saw that her threesome had returned to it's first position, the man who had been in her pussy until now seemed to in the middle of cumming down her throat, her head held all the way down by her pigtails. The second man was sitting on the ground catching his breath behind her, apparently having already finished in her ass. The first man finished, pulling out and dropping Elly unceremoniously on the ground, where she coughed violently a few times before laying there listlessly, cum pooling on the ground from both ends.

Helping Lassie up from the ground, we both walked up to the guillotine. The first thing I noticed was that Reina had stopped moving and the blood flow from her neck had slowed precipitously. The second thing I noticed was half of my skirt laying on the ground next to the basket.

"I must be some kind of idiot." I said under my breath, shaking my head.

Amazed at my own stupidity, wondering how I thought that was a good place to hang my skirt, I began hauling the rope to hoist the blade and finish the job. The rope went taught almost immediately, trying to find the problem I saw the blade was firmly lodged in Reina's neck and the rope would only raise as far as the few inches of clearance her neck had in the lunette. Putting my weight into it I hauled the rope as hard as I could and with a wet suctioney noise the blade pulled free, Reina's body dropping the few inches to rest on the lunnette. I set up the rope to the standard lever and turned to Lassie.

"You want to do the honors?" I asked, gesturing to the lever.

"Of course Mistress!" she said, a delighted look on her face.

Her hands still handcuffed behind her back, she gripped the lever between her teeth and hauled her head backwards. The blade dropped for the second time, this time going all the way though the neck of Reina's corpse before the rope caught it just below the lunnette. Reina's head fell into the basket, joining Lily's, while her body slumped to the ground.

Picking up Reina's now even more colorful head, I found myself mildly intrigued by how the circumstances of Lily and her beheadings had been so different, but how in death they shared the same serene expression.

Turing to Lassie I held up the head, wiggling it back and forth I asked "Want to give your departed master one final kiss?"

Smiling at me she closed her eyes and leaned forward at the hips, puckering her lips. I moved the head in my hands to meet her lips, where she slipped her tongue in the head's mouth in a passionate kiss. After a few seconds I Pulled the head away dropping it in the basket.

Turing to Lassie I said "How about one for me too?", before closing the gap and pressing my lips to hers. As we swapped spit I noticed a few unique tastes, namely there was Reina's blood, as well as my own piss and cum. After several seconds we were interrupted by a short cough behind me. Splitting from my pet I turned to see one of the men.

"Thank you for your generous offer, need us for anything else?" the man asked.

"I think I can take it from here, thanks again for apprehending my students and helping set everything up." I replied.

"It was no problem, just doing our job." The man said, nodding once before walking off with his partner.

Looking to my class I saw that most of those that had been masturbating had been again, if more casually, needing more time to build up to anything earth-shattering. Several of the scared ones seemed even more so now, seeing what was in store for them should they try to escape, their last hopes of an out disappearing.

Addressing my assembled class I said "Well, that's two more down, probably going to be Elly next, hollar if you see something that looks especially inhumane."