Walking the hallways of Canterlot High School used to be what kept Martin going no matter how strapped for cash or how buried in work he got. Now, it was like walking through a neverending hospital room, where everyone had Creutzfeldt-Jakob’s which he’d given them.

In terms of actually sentient thinkers occupying it, CHS became an all-girls school four or five weeks after Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk enrolled. Of course, Rainbow Dash had pointed out that by that logic Crystal Prep was a nobody-school, but thanks to the efforts of Cutie Pie, Applecock, Pet, and a few other teenage boys deemed sexy enough to wear the enchanted necklaces, 85% of CHS students and faculty were mind-controlled zombies that only ate, slept, and conversed enough to ward off suspicion from their parents or the rest of the town. 15%, were, well, what Martin turned right in the hallway and opened the door into a roomful of.

He refrained from looking to the left, not wanting to address them until he had to, and looked straight ahead to Cheerilee, his teaching assistant, sitting her desk. These kind of choices; to spend a few extra seconds looking at only one person he’d effectively fucked to death instead of ten, were the only kind he could make. Had he known that his encounter with Carrot Top would be the last foreseeable time he wouldn’t walk into a volcano if he was ordered to, he would’ve… well, he was pinned down with a bloody nose by the time he got his free will back (who’d have known that Kung Fu was her second favourite hobby), but he still wished he’d known.

And now, day in and day out, everything felt empty. It wasn’t that he had no free will, he was more or less used to it at this point, and the moments when he got it back weren’t exactly picnics, but aside from feeling disparate and worthless all the time, he was actually bored. At least before, he could dread something in his next mission, and he could feel guilty every time he looked at someone who wasn’t yet involved in the plan, and his regular classes and schoolwork served as minor distractions. Now, all he could do did was fuck, think up new ways to fuck, and fuck, and despite many of the siren’s impressive attempts to spice things up, days and weeks faded into each other, and not even talk of the mirror opening and the end of the world as he knew it could slow things down for him.

It probably would've been a lot better if he could actually talk to the other male fucktoys. Despite their similar predicaments, speaking to each other in any meaningful way apparently never suited the extended Dazzling family. Martin just wished he could complain to Thunderlane about how much the bindings his class had used hurt or discuss the pro’s and con’s of each siren with Braeburn, because he felt like it’s do wonders for both of them.

When Cheerilee turned her head away from her computer and looked at him with the same calm smile she gave him on his first day at CHS, he was reminded Big Mac, which made him think of the other boys and how they were handling this. His first few weeks, he’d been guilty for what he was doing. He was helping demon girls mindfuck and curse the women he’d looked up to and turn anyone else they didn’t deem attractive enough to help them into a mindless zombie with the endgame of taking over the world, so it seemed like a pretty logical emotion. But while he’d had weeks to get used to it, and had done more than a few questionable things before he’d moved to Canterlot, he had no idea what this all was doing to the boys who’d grown up in this squeaking clean town. He had to admit though, he could barely stand his own whining, and wasn’t sure if he could put up with it from six other boys who were far more sentimental.

Neither him nor Cheerilee had to say anything to start the proceedings. They both knew their places, so while he strolled up behind her desk and she nonchalantly stood up from her chair and walked over to the chalkboard where she could observe the humiliation he was about to endure, Martin mentally braced himself for it, and turned to face his class.

He knew the names and bodies of every single smiling face in front of him, but with all their different colors schemes it still took his eyes a moment to adjust when he looked at them all at once. Much to Cheerilee's jealousy, their attentiveness had increased drastically since he’d started teaching; all the side conversations stopped and all ten sirens sat up in their desks waiting intently for him to speak the moment he turned to face them.

“Last time, we finished out tours of the school grounds, finding out which places were the best for raping me in terms of darkness, warmth, and applicability,” Martin spoke in accordance to the lesson plan he and Cheerilee had thrown together the night before via email. Of course, she would’ve preferred to have done it in siren, but Celestia said that only the Dazzlings and their lieutenants could have special access to the slaves, and Adagio had agreed, if only because Luna had pretended it was her idea.

“Classrooms are the best!” Bon Bon proudly shouted the previous day’s conclusion, which brought a round of murmurs and laughs from the audience. Ignoring the question of whether or not Bon Bon actually understood that they getting weren’t participation grades anymore, and forcing a smile, Martin used the brief pause he was being allowed to once again idly scan the room of faces.

“Lyra, Bon Bon, Carrot Top, Fleetfoot, Spitfire, Roseluck, Cloudkicker, Derpy, Minuette, Octavia, and Photo Finish,” he recited in his head. “Yep. They’re all still evil. They still can’t bear the thought of three whole days without fucking me raw. I still did this to them singlecockedly, and I still can’t wrap my head around this although we’re already had… several classes.”

“Yes, and today we’ll also be dealing with locations,” he continued. “But this time, keeping me somewhere.”

It took a few seconds for the students to realize what he meant, but one by own they quieted and looked forward, waiting for him to explain bondage to them.

Both Martin and Cheerilee were taken aback by their level of interest again, and in a surprisingly self-aware move for a teacher and a rapist demon, both nearly rolled their eyes at how seriously they were taking this little play Martin was putting on for their amusement. “Dick goes in hole” is the extent of what they needed to know to enjoy him, so these classes served little pedagogical purpose, but saying things out loud was half the fun. On that note…

“I fully realize that I’m just a slut,” Martin said plainly, and just as he expected a wave of smiles and giggles moved throughout the room.

“And of course, I’m not gonna struggle anymore. All I want to do now is…” he paused. His use of sexual buzz words and phrases were the reason girls still went to classes after all the other teachers were turned into zombies, but he had to pick them carefully, and “cum inside you” might suggest that he still had some degree of control left. “-serve my beautiful goddesses.”

As expected, the next wave of noise consisted of *aawws* of appreciation.

“But actually tying your captive up still has all kinds of merits,” Cheerilee started, and approached her desk again, reaching into her pocket with one hand, and holding her other up to display her ring, identical to the one every girl in the class was wearing. “Merits that make for fun sex, and tasty snacks.”

Some sirens laughed, others simply eyed their own jewelry and thanked their lucky stars for the Dazzlings.

They were following the lesson plan to the letter (in fact, already wrapping up the part that could be scripted accurately), and before he even heard the clinking of chains behind him and saw all the girls eyes and smiles widen he limply bent forwards and brought his hands behind his back to accept the pair of handcuffs. The whole room was fidgeting and rubbing their thighs together in their seats now.

“What are the merits that you see in this?” he asked the room as the cold metal (these evidently weren’t the fluffy kind) encircled his wrists and was clicked locked.

Somewhat caught off guard by the question that actually asked them to analyze something they were doing, the ten sirens in the room spent several seconds pursing their lips and looking every direction but the teachers’ trying to come up with an answer.

“He... well, I suppose he’s like a trophy,” Octavia eventually suggested.

“Trophies are symbols of past achievements. He is the achievement!” Spitfire snarkily retorted to the girl two rows on front of her.

“Nu!” Photo Finish added. “He is uh tuul! We uus him for-

“You’re all correct girls!” Cheerilee said loudly but happily, knowing to cut these kind of debates off before they spiralled. She then pulled Martin closed to her so that her elbow poked into her engorged breast, and whispered in his ear. “Next time, don’t make rape so philosophical.”

“Agreed,” Martin lamented his additions to the lesson plan at a normal volume, confusing many of his students.

“-Because when your toy is gift-wrapped, he can be whatever you want him to be.”

This statement caught the classes attention again, and seeing that Cheerilee was bringing the class back on track, Martin recited the list from last night as he looked from girl to girl.

“I can be you dildo, your pet, your… muffin. I can-”

“Be my little Cutie Pie?” a familiar voice rang out from the doorway, and all twelve heads swivelled to its source.

Against the doorway leaned Sonata Dusk, who wearing an outfit uniform that fit the class they were having perfectly.

Everyone except Martin had to look twice to recognize her because her hair was let down from it’s ponytail and cascaded down her shoulders like the water it was colored after. Below, in a mockery of private school uniforms, in addition to her necklace there was a white collar around her neck with a 6-inch long blue-to-match-her-hair tie running just barely down to her breasts. Her massive breasts, in turn, were “covered” by a white flannel shirt and black blazer, both which were held together by single buttons and left both her valley of cleavage and midriff exposed. A blue plaid miniskirt was around her things, but for the rest of her long, shapely legs she’d all but forsaken the illusion with dark pantyhoses and blue high heels.

Things moderately shaken up, Martin’s prick began the uncomfortable process of getting harder inside his leather pants.

“Ms Dusk?” Cheerilee asked, confused at the lead Dazzling’s unscheduled appearance in her class. When Sonata turned around to look for this “Miss Dusk” behind her, Cheerilee corrected herself. “Sonata?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry but-”

“No buts!” the (more) provocatively dressed siren suddenly snapped, holding up her finger. She then trotted into the room up to Martin behind the desk, who’s blank stare hid a contempt for her that the pain his cock was feeling was fueling. “I was going to take my boyfriend out for a date later,” she put her hand on his cheek, “but I didn’t wanna wait.”

Martin anticipated the deep kiss she pulled him out of Cheerilee's grasp into once he was in arm's reach, but he didn’t anticipate its passion. Because they had an audience, and even Sonata Dusk knew the importance of showing dominance, she hugged him tight so that her already squashed breasts were flat against his chest, and shoved her tongue so far down his throat he swore he’d start digesting it. She moaned loudly and started grinding herself against him as she swirled it around inside him, threatening to choke him while the whole class looked on with varying looks of surprise and jealousy, just like she wanted them to.

But when she finally pulled her tongue out, she continued to hold him close and bore an uncharacteristic look of anger and disappointment. Martin was confused, and realized that he hadn’t kissed her back or groped her ass (even though his hands were tied) just in time for her to let go, point to the opposite side of the desk and say:

“Bend over the table-thingy, and show them all your cutie pie ass!”

A round of *oooo*s sounded throughout the desks as the girls realized Cutie Pie was in trouble.

“Does the word ‘redundant’ mean anything to you people?” he thought, but walked around to the other side of the desk anyways. Cheerilee quickly yanked her computer out of his way to give him room to bend over, but the process still proved difficult with his cuffed hands. The wood was soothingly cool on his face, but the position brought back unpleasant memories of his first time with Applejack, and while the class was visually groping his blue leather clad ass, Sonata smiled down at him mischievously.

“Cherry,” the Dazzling turned to the only woman in the room not currently smiling. “Where is your long ruler?” she asked, trying to sound professional.

“We… well, we don’t have a yardstick,” the misnamed teacher did a quick scan of the room before answering cautiously.

“I don’t care about your garden, I want one of those long rulers! Oh, whatever, I’ve got a measuring app.”

“Just use your hands!” Spitfire shouted from the audience, knowing there was no way she could get off watching their sex slave get spanked with a cellphone.

Hearing the brilliant advice that she wanted to use in her plan, Sonata did what Adagio would do because right now she was trying to be in control.

“Oyster it, moron!” she shouted, pointing her finger to the siren, before slowly walking around the desk so that she stood next to the boy’s upraised ass. Martin was forced to change the list of things he was currently braced for from uncomfortable bondage and gang rape to...

“Cutie Pie,” Sonata began, running her hand over the smooth, thin leather of his pants. “Do you love me?”

“Of course, mistress.”

...lying.

“Then why didn’t you kiss me back?” she asked in a sharpened tone.

“I-!” he was cut off before he could tell her he was just enjoying her so much by a hard slap on his ass. “Gaah!” he shouted in pain and surprise. He’d hoped that he was safe while he was still wearing his pants, but the incredibly tight leather had never done him any favors and wasn’t about to start now. With Sonata’s super strength not only was there a loud smack and stinging sensation, but his bulge collided uncomfortably with the edge of the desk, which in turn scooted forwards a few inches on the floor to the eardrum unfriendly sound of wood on linoleum. And while he was still reeling from the blow, her fingers slipped into his pants and began pulling them down.

“You taste great,” Sonata said again in her normal cheerful tone. As Cheerilee watched from the corner and the girls in the audience all craned their necks to look around Sonata, they all realized that for once, the blue haired original Dazzling was right, and the meal they’d been steadily consuming since Martin came within 50 feet of them had shifted from Strawberry Fear and Despair to Tangerine Pain. It wasn't something they normally noticed, they’d just follow with their wet dreams and eat whatever came from that, but many admitted they owed their guest lecturer for escalating things so quickly.

Once enough of his cheeks were exposed, Sonata took a fistful of the flesh, her strength again making it hurt more than it should have.

“-You’re like a sexy enchilada I can fuck.”

Martin felt the air on his left cheek move around, and tensed himself just before her free hand collided with his now fully exposed tush.

“Gaaah!!” he cried out again, totally unable to contain himself when the red flash hit his behind. He didn’t slide forwards again, but only because this time his ass fully absorbed the superhuman blow. The pain swept through his whole body, and afterwards were her fingers had hit felt like they were bleeding, even if he didn’t feel the wetness of blood. The stinging lingered too, just like his ears rang after a super loud noise. Sonata and all the other sirens could certainly feel his pain, but because the Dazzlings had only ever known other people and ponies’ suffering as a tasty desert, and the rings had forced parts of their personalities on the new recruits, nobody fully understood what Martin was going through. Case in point, it took Martin a few second to realize it, but the sentimental siren had released his cheek from her iron grip and knelt down behind him. Again, a breeze on his ass was all the warning he got before she literally began kissing it.

Quiet gasps and “wows” of amazement were audible as Sonata planted loud peck after peck on her fucktoy’s swelling red and extra-sensitive butt cheeks. The left one was softer now than the right, but every light but passionate kiss sent a slightly pleasurable shiver through to Martin’s head. He didn’t underst- no, he understood. She was crazy. But she also just so happened to be in charge or him, he remembered, and he needed to prove he loved her.

“I- *mmm* I’m sorry Sonata. You just looked so sexy in your schoolgirl uniform I wasn’t sure what to do.”

His line was so stupid, eleven pairs of eyes rolled after he said it. It warmed it’s intended audience to her nonexistent soul though. She’d always wondered why they didn’t just use this magical truth-making-tell doohickey on the whole world. She concluded her ass kisses with a long, satisfied lick up his left cheek, which hurt at first but the became another soothingly cool presence after a few seconds, and stood up behind him.

“Please let me cum in your skirt,” Martin pleaded disingenuously.

“Actually…”

Sonata grabbed both the lowered hem of his pants the back of his shirt collar, and tugged him backwards like a heavy sack so that he slid across the desk and all but slumped butt-first onto the floor, bumping his sore behind painfully, and just barely catching himself with his cuffed hands. As the plot in front of hem thickened, every girl in the class was leaning forward with their eyes wide open, waiting to see what yummy, erotic torture was in store next, all but forgetting that these were supposed to be the hands-oniest of hands-on learning experiences.

Stabilizing himself on the floor, Martin looked up at his mistress’s softly smiling face, but caught a glimpse of her bare (save the ocean of juices) crotch underneath her skirt. That, combined with his position, made her next two orders unsurprising.

“Cherry, uncuff him.”

They key clattered next to him, thirty seconds later he was massaging his sore wrists.

“Eat me out sweetie.”

Martin waited for her to finish her order, then grasped her thick, pantyhose clad thighs and attacked her pussy.

The classroom smiled and giggled even though none of them were sure why. Sonata giggled too when he tickled her by slowly cleaning up her sopping vulva with his tongue. Honey was now the only thing he ate besides Dazzling breastmilk (Applejack and Applecock were looking into ways to use their farm’s milkers to streamline the process. Adagio had suggested Celestia be the full-time cow), and he’d be hard pressed to (honestly) call it good tasting, but he could stomach it by the gallon now.

“Mmmmmm. hehe. Yeah!” Sonata spewed at the unbeatable feeling of someone she loved between her legs.

“Teasing is mean!” Derpy shouted from the middle row, and without waiting for the order he knew would come Martin gripped the Dazzling’s thighs even tighter and forced his tongue inside her.

Sonata gave a full-blown moan at his entrance and wobbled in her six-inch heels. She grasped both of her large tits through her skimpy blazer and blouse in an attempt to stabilize herself, and fondled them to stay out of a pleasure coma while Martin wiggled his skilled tongue inside her.

Cheerilee’s finger’s twitched, and her hot, moist crotch became increasingly uncomfortable inside her jeans. Rarity had decided against making outfits for every siren, both out of discrepancy concerns and because Dazzlings weren’t really fans of generosity, which meant she and all her students were stuck with clothes way too concealing and sex-unfriendly for their new tastes while colored-leather clad Cutie Pie fucked the sluttiest of slutty schoolgirls in front of them. Nevertheless, once she saw Fleetfoot and Roseluck lean back in their chairs and stick their hands into their pants, Cheerilee figured it was appropriate to start really enjoying herself. She leaned back against the whiteboard… and hit her spine on the marker tray.

Under Sonata’s skirt and between her thighs was like having three heaters on full blast warming his head and face, but it was still one of the more comfortable sexual positions he was used to. He pushed the increasing numbers of moans and grunts coming from his left and the single yelp of pain from the right to focus on stroking up and down her inner thighs. The thick pantyhose felt even better running across his palms than even a Dazzling’s hairless, flawless skin, and she seemed to be enjoying his tough to because she’d perk up a little every time he ran his caressing hands came all the way up and touched her bare crotch.

Speaking of which, after essentially showing her both ends of the spectrum with both tease and penetration, Martin pulled his tongue out and chained together light and heavy attacks for combos that got even Rainbow Dash and Applejack squirting in no time flat. He’d lick her slit, plant a kiss on her mound (which reminded him of the cold air on his still exposed, wet and hurting ass), piston in and out a few times, even give her cunny a suckle or two, but would never focus on it for fear of becoming predictable.

His method worked again, and after less than a minute Ms Dusk’s legs were quaking in his hands. With her superpowers and millennia of experience, she and her sisters could actually keep up until he dropped dead from exhaustion, but they had nothing to prove to anyone, so she pinched both of her nipples through her clothes Sonata came loudly. And because he knew girls thought it sexy, Cutie Pie made no attempt to move his head out of the way and opened his mouth wide.

While he was still being showered by the guest lecturer’s “affection”, differently pitched moans rang out from the desks, indicating his students were as pleased as she was. He knew better than to think he was closed to finished though, and so once the blast of burning hot liquid raining onto his mouth slowed to a drizzle, he pulled his honey soaked face out from under her skirt and looked up at his mistress.

“*Exaggerated gulp* *Toothy grin* Wow! And they named me after a pie.”

As Sonata gave one big sigh and reluctantly opened her eyes to come back to reality (or at least the place between reality and orgasmic bliss she normally resided in), Martin’s grin weakened though as he regretted his previous comment. He’d wanted to flatter her, but had it been too smart sounding for a slutty bimbo? Or too assertive?

Sonata smiled when she opened her eyes though, which at first was a relief to Martin. But then he saw that it was something behind him that was making her happy, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that Cheerilee had either turned invisible (wouldn't be the first power they’d pulled out of their asses for the sole purpose of making his life miserable), or had moved from the front of the room.

“Thank you for that very educational performance, Ms D- Sonata,” thanked the pink-haired faculty member.

“Shut up, moron. It was great,” Sonata replied happily, still trying again to imitate Adagio. Cheerilee looked confused for a second, then shrugged and set the box she was carrying down on the edge of the desk. Martin turned around to see what it was, and the mere sight of a leather buckle sunk his heart as he remembered the rest of the lesson plan.

“We were planning on doing today’s lesson on bon-tying people up to fuck them.”

Sonata’s smile turning into a beam was all the permission Cheerilee needed. She reached into the box and dropped a pair of underwear next to Martin.

“Strip naked and put those on,” she commanded flatly.

Amidst painful flashbacks to the first night after their Male Bondage Kit arrived in the mail, Martin quickly threw off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hey, wait a-” the blue Dazzling began.

“It’s vibrating underwear,” Cheerilee quickly specified, and reached into the box again to retrieve the remote control.

“Oh my- Are those vibrating underwear!?” Lyra Heartstrings was the only student to blurt out her disbelief as the rest exchanged mutters and expressions. Their crotches were all soaked and cooling off now, but if Cutie Pie was about to go experience forced mechanical stimulation, they’d warm up again pretty quickly.

“Oh my gosh! These things are so fun!” Sonata said, recalling all the times that her sisters tied her up and put various machines on her to shut her up.

Martin gave a smile that he wished he could say was nervous as he discarded his shirt, leaving his buff chest exposed and drool-overable. He then tore off his shoes and socks and started the arduous process of removing his pants while sweaty and hard. His penis was conflicted on whether or not to stay that way though. He was anticipating orgasms, and lots of them, but he knew they’d be painful, and their source would lacked a pretty face or big tits to force him into the mood anyways.

Anyways, both to make removing the tight, constricting garment easier and to give the audience what they wanted to see and sit on, he scooped up the underwear-shaped torture device and stood up between Cheerilee and Sonata. Holding the heavy garment against his palm he tugged down with both his thumbs. It hurt quite a bit, but he finally got the front past his half-erect member, and after that since the back was already pulled down his pants simply dropped to his feet and his cock was bared.

He deliberately paused to let the sight of the body they’d already all used multiple time sink in, but to his surprise there were no gasps and barely any widened eyes among the siren’s in front of him. Realizing they were caught up in the performance, he wasted no more time in bending over, slipping both his legs into the evil contraption, and pulling it up his legs. His cock had barely felt the round massaging mechanisms against it before there was a faint clicking sound to his left.

He screamed in surprise and ecstasy, and bent forwards clutching his crotch.

The class burst into laughter, because as much control as they had over him, they still had a respect for his large cock and chiseled body that could only be undermined by seeing him brought to a quivering mess with the push of a button.

Just like if he’d been kicked in the groin, Martin stumbled forwards, only catching himself on the front of Cloudkicker’s desk. He didn’t know if this was what they wanted (Cloudkicker’s smile as she stood up and stepped away suggested it was), but he couldn’t help it. Sexual attacks are like bad video game controls: nobody suspect their power of until they experience it for themselves, and it takes several playthroughs for proper memory of that power to develop. Weeks ago, Martin Saylin could never imagine simply having two devices buzzing against his hypersensitive (they still didn’t trust his stamina without the ring) base and tip at once could stick his tongue out and roll his eyes back for him, but it was now driving him mad with unwanted pleasure.

Refusing to collapse like he had the first time though, he squeezed the sides of the desk and clenched his eyes shut until it hurt, then concentrated on keeping his wobbling legs strong beneath him. The underwear was tight and he’d put his cock was pressed right up against the virbators, so there was no way he could deny the pleasure. His eyes became watery as he fought the urge to reach down and tear the infernal garment off. The feeling was like having a mosquito on it’s diet cheat day sucking him dry between the legs, but to swat it would be to fail his mistresses.

After what must’ve been decades that only lasted about thirty seconds though, the stimulating sensation on his penis didn’t fade, but became familiar enough for him to steady his shaking knees and take a deep breath through his nose, his eyes still closed. With that, the schadenfreude-fueled laughter surrounding him died down into giggles and then happy sighs.

“Crank it up again!” Bon Bon shouted, and normally that’s exactly what Martin would’ve expected one of his mistresses to do. But Cheerilee had both the remote and a third of the self-restraint left in CHS (Celestia and Luna had the other two), and actually brought a sudden but merciful end to the buzzing and stimulation to allow for phase three of the lesson.

“Thank you, Martin,” she accidentally referred to him the same way she did back when they learned math and English together. “Now would you please have a seat?”

His cock was bone hard after being tricked into thinking it was in the greatest pussy ever, and he could still feel the vibrators banging against his shaft and tip, but he didn’t need to be told twice to sit down, and so after catching his breath he yanked the desk out of the way and collapsed into the chair behind it. The girl’s to his sides and behind him were all staring at him intently, waiting to see what would happen next, but he lazily watched Sonata and Cheerilee in front of him, still recovering.

“Now Sonata,” the PHD’d woman set the controller down on the desk and took a red ballgag out of the box (to several light gasps and whispers from the audience). “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Actually, I’d like to do Cutie Pie,” Sonata replied as she took the gag... “But okay. Idiot.” -and opened her mouth to fasten it around her head.

“No! No,” Cheerilee pulled Sonata’s arms down and pointed to her left. “On Cutie Pie.”

The whole audience, except the one teenager who had to put up with the third Dazzling’s stupidity regularly, laughed. Sonata took no offense though.

“Oh. Silly goose,” she acknowledged and turned to walk over to Martin.

“Good. Now just say ‘rapist goose’ and ‘evil monster goose’, and you’ll truly be self aware,” Martin sniped in his head.

Sonata circled around Cutie Pie at his desk, and he cooperatively opened his mouth for when she swung the rubber ball over his head and pulled it back. Of course, the red rubber device and it’s leather straps forced his jaw painfully wide and dug into his cheeks, but once he felt the clips pressed against the back of his head and secured, it inflicted no more sustained pain than the rubber device pinching his cock.

“Cloudkicker, ” Cheerilee called, and the standing teenager snapped her head away from the scene to look to the front of the room, where their teacher was holding an armbinder. “Why don’t you *chuckle* slip Mar-Cutie Pie into something more comfortable?”

A few of the girls chuckled at the terrible joke, and Martin watched the soccer player walk up and get the black-rubber glove that was soon to restrain his arms far more effectively than the cuffs did with a bored, exhausted look that showed how much he cared.

“Oh boy! You’re gonna be all cute and trussed up when we’re done here!” Sonata said to him cheerily as Cloudkicker walked back towards him. Martin regretted having moved the desk out of the way because now his front was completely exposed. Sonata stepped to the side as Cloudkicker circled around the back of him too. “This is gonna be so much fun.”

Martin was holding his arms together behind the back of the chair before he even realized it, and sure enough, because the website had specified that the binder was the “E-Z release rubber single strap” variant, Cloudkicker didn’t need any instructions. She slowly slipped it up his arms like a massive sock. Inside the rubber reflected his body heat and it was actually quite warm, but any semblance of comfort vanished when is started snagging on his skin, and once it was up to the top of his arms, she held it in place with one super strong hand, forcing his arms painfully against the uneven back of the chair, and and tugged the elastic strap back with her other hand until there was an audible stretching noise and he felt the familiar feeling of a limb being severed by tightness.

While he was still getting used to the dismembering feeling of the rubber glove (being bound for Applejack in the barn had put him in a similar position and hurt far more, but at least then his upper arms were free enough to feel the air and snap if he tried to use them), he heard Bon Bon, Photo, and Roseluck’s names called out, and soon a similar process of leather strapping was applied to first his eyes with the same type of blindfold Fluttershy had used, and then his ankles around the legs of the heavy chair, and finally his abdomen (kids sliding forwards out of their chairs was enough of a problem while they weren't being raped).

Around the time of the leg straps, chairs started squeaking as their occupants slid out of them, and there was a great migration of sirens to the front of the room.

“Well, blind, mute, quadruple amputated and with minor breathing problems. I guess I might as well go back into autopilot,” Martin’s subconscious figured, right before a fourth name was called out, and a round of loud *oooo*’s broke out once the final device was retrieved and shown to everyone but him.

“Hait. Huths-?” Martin began through his gag, but tailed off when he remembered there was nothing he could do about it. Minuette was the final girl to walk around back of him and kneel down. Genuine fear starting to take hold, he tried to remember everything that had been in the ordered bondage kit and/or think of what else there was for them to cut off. He hadn’t minded much when he was blindfolded at first, because Sonata’s provocative already-kicking-the-crap-out-of-you outfit couldn’t keep him focused afterwards, but now he was peeling his eyes open underneath the padded leather as if it would somehow let him see what the next instrument was. As soon as a warm finger tugged down his underwear through back of the chair though, things became pretty clear and seriously frightening.

“Hmm. Lean forward a little,” Minuette commanded once she saw that his puckered anus was still against the seat. After Martin heard the order, he felt a prisoner in his own body again, because his tightest orifice was about to have something probably worse than Applejack’s tongue stuck up it.

Although his hands became clammy inside the rubber binder and his forehead sweated under the blindfold, he lifted his arms out of the way leaned forwards as far as his other bindings would allow. It wasn’t very far, but damn the open-seated design of these chairs because it was enough for Minuette to slide plastic, penis shaped object in between his tight, but somewhat quaking ass cheeks and level it with his bung hole. It was then that he realized that he’d been clutching his anus without realizing it, and considered for a second his options; he both knew that is was just another sex toy, and that this was part of the lesson plan, but also that this time the impossibly sized anal-invader it was sure to kill him with it’s girth. With great reluctance, he pushed his anus out like he was pooping, and prayed he’d be able to close it again someday.

Then with all the ceremony of inserting a spare battery, Minuette pushed the dildo or dildo-like object into him. He’d thought it would take every bit of her super strength to insert the much larger tool, but his cheeks simply slid out of the way and he was stuffed up before he even had time to will himself not so squirm.

When he realized what had happened, he gasped, nearly choking on his gag, and flexed his feet, neck and back as far as they would go, trying to pull his already plugged ass away from anything that might disturb the object and cause him further pain.. The class gave another round of laughter at his squirms, but he stopped and settled down in his chair when he realized he wasn’t in excruciating pain. The feeling of something, smooth, plastic and only vaguely penis shaped inside him was certainly strange, but hurt no more than needing to crap, and was actually, inexplicably, sexually satisfying. Sitting down though, drove the last inch inside him, and he gave another gasp and back-flex, while the class laughed again.

Minuette took the back of his underwear and pulled it back up to seal the device inside him, then took a step back and admired their toy with the rest of the class.

After he settled down again, his only movement was his heaving chest. They’d all had different opinions on why having him tied up with the most elaborate equipment money could buy would be a good idea, but all of them were confirmed when they saw him how he was. His muscular body was lined with sexy dark black that evoked pleasant memories of the porn they’d looked at back when they still needed it. They also did understand the redundancy of tying him up to some degree, but there was also a rush of power in seeing him completely helpless in a way they were familiar with. Seconds turned to minutes as he sat there in darkness, feeling the equipment hug and bite him, and concentrating of the pleasure in his butt. He could hear their light panting and smell their wet crotches, but the planned part of the class had concluded, and there was still at least an hour or so until the bell rang and he was sent down to the gym to stay in shape with the other slaves. Who was going to make the first move?

Cheerilee eventually answered that question with another click. He screamed at the sudden feeling of the plug being replaced by what must’ve been some kind of animal, twisting and turning and shaking inside him. His whole bottom half felt like it was in the middle of a 6.3 earthquake while the rest of his body was fine. But of course, the object rattling around inside him, bouncing back and forth on his walls and prostate, produced a tickling-sort of pleasurable feeling that was making his vibrating underwear much tighter.

Realizing this, he sucked in breath to scream, but decided against it, and slowly breathed out as he settled down for a third time. It was clear now what the device up his ass really was, and that true to erotic tradition, Cheerilee had cranked it up to (what he hoped was) full blast. He could envision the girls faces, all grinning, some already rolling their eyes back. He didn’t understand why his underwear wasn’t blaring as well though, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Now,” he heard Cheerilee say through the incessant buzzing. Then there was a very faint rattling sound, like a box of mark- fuck. “Who’s ready for some art class.”

Without a word from any of them, the sirens all dug their fingers out of their pants and rushed up to the front. Sonata stayed behind him though, preferring to watch. On their way back to him though, the mob was giggling and joking noisily.

The tips of the permanent markers felt cold and tickled his skin, but their bodies crowded around him, breathing hard and occasionally touching him was burning hot. For several minutes while his cock grew harder and harder, they scribbled all over him, and though he could never say for sure what they’d written, based on how it felt and what they said, it was far more of an English class.

His inner thighs were the most obvious target, and eager to claim it for themselves, Cloudkicker and Bon Bon wrote “SLUT” and “Candy Ass” in big letters on his left and right beefcake respectively. His blindfold also protected his forehead, but Roseluck and Carrot Top put a cartoon penis and “Insert Pussy” on his cheeks, pointing to his mouth. After that, the girls were scrambling for whatever space they could get, but prominent additions included Spitfire’s “RAPE ME” in the center of his chest, and Derpy’s “Love Muffin” on his left foot.

All this touching and poking was stimulating thought, and sped up the virbator’s work by getting him rock hard and ready to blow in record time. The final push came when Lyra tugged down his underwear and held his cock upright to slowly write out “CUM PUM”. She’d miscalculated the distance and couldn’t find room for the last letter, but once her marker left his tip he moaned and exploded against her hand. Lyra jumped back, flinging some of his jizz against Photo Finish, and the rest of the group took a step back as well to watch him squirm as shot after shot of sperm gushed out of him, spraying his stomach and dripping down across his balls and into the pulled down underwear, where he hoped it would short circuit it but instead simply stickied him up. Oblivious to the fact that it was finished, the vibrator kept on buzzing, and there was the slight fear that it would keep pleasuring him until he died of dehydration. But like in a video game when you’re invulnerable for a second after getting hit, the buzzing had lost it’s pleasurable tang for now and he could catch his breath while the siren’s watched him in indecision. In theory.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Sonata said from behind him seconds later.

“Sorry for what, Ms Dusk?” Cheerilee asked as confused as Martin.

“You wanted to cum in me,” she said, and walked around in front of him. “I’m sorry, I just got caught up in the moment.”

“Wait! Hold on-”

“Why do you get to-”

“You weren’t even in this class!”

Sonata ignored the class’s protests, and casually put her hands on his shoulders to position herself to simply hop on his graffitied but reluctance hardening cock.

“Girls! Calm down. We’ll all get out turns on Martin, but Ms Dusk has-” Cheerilee began before Sonata proved herself a geometrical savant by perfectly bending her legs and impaling herself on her cock (She never did understand the point of a skirt if you were wearing panties). She moaned louder than was necessary, and then began pumping herself up and down by his shoulders.

“-Special privileges as a lead Dazzling.”

Back in autopilot, minutes turned into hours and pussy’s turned into asses as Martin, stimulated from both ends, came in each one of his students over and over and over. Needless to say, he was late for gym.

“Where are all the school shooters when you need them,” he thought.

Author's Notes:

With the conclusion drawing near, I thought I'd change the routine up a bit and show Siren-dominated CHS in action.