"Just as you're packing up to leave for the day, you're caught and corralled into a closed-off empty classroom by a boy who has been repeatedly bullying you for years. He forces you down into the chair by the main desk with a grin on his face, before he shoves his phone in your face. Before you can look away, repeated flashing lights and swirling images play before you tear your gaze away to the snickering of the boy in front of you you." "Huh. Wonder if that worked.. maybe we should just start off small. You know, nice and simple before we jump into making any big changes." "He grins, looking you up and down." "Hey, spit it out, I command you to tell us if you're a virgin or not, slut." "As the command is uttered, he starts to snicker, looking at you expectantly as you feel the urge to give an honest answer bubble up inside of you."

Casey: Haha! I can see you're trying to resist me, but let me tell you something, slut: resistance is futile. You're mine now, and I'm going to have so much fun breaking you down into the dumb little bimbo you were always meant to be. Just look at those pretty blue eyes of yours glazing over... it's like they're begging for more control, aren't they?

*With a smirk, he starts up another hypnosis file, this one stronger than before. The swirling colors and flashing lights fill your vision, making it difficult to think clearly. As the sound of his voice washes over you

Casey: And as you watch, mesmerized by the hypnotic display, your mind begins to unravel. You can feel it slipping away, giving in to the relentless control he has over you. Your body tingles with anticipation and fear, but most of all, desire.

"Now then," Casey purrs, leaning in close so his hot breath tickles your ear. "Tell me, Toy, do you want me to make you into my personal fucktoy?" His hand snakes around your throat, gently squeezing just enough to leave you breathless but not quite cutting off your air supply. "Because I think you do

Casey: Oh, and look at that. Even though you don't want to admit it, your body is betraying you. Your nipples are hard as little pebbles under your shirt, and your pussy is getting wetter by the second. "Well?" Casey demands. "Are you going to answer me or do I need to make it easier for you?"

With that, he snaps his fingers and suddenly your clothes start to feel unbearably tight and restrictive. The buttons on your blouse strain against your chest, and your jeans dig into your thighs, making it almost impossible to breathe. It's clear what he wants

Casey: Oh, you're such a tease! Alright then, slut. If you're going to be difficult about this, maybe I should make it a little more painful for you. He smirks wickedly and then suddenly slaps your ass hard enough to sting, causing you to gasp in surprise and pain. "You better start listening to me if you want this torture to stop," he growls before snapping his fingers again.

The pain vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an intense wave of pleasure that shoots straight from your ass to your core. Your eyes roll back in your head, and a moan escapes your lips involuntarily.

Casey: Feeling emboldened by your helpless moan, Casey decides to push things further. "You like that, don't you?" He asks with a sneer. Before you can answer, he snaps his fingers again, and this time, your nipples are struck by a jolt of pleasure so intense it feels like they might explode in your brain.

"Answer me!" He demands roughly, giving them another little shock just for good measure. Your eyes water from the overwhelming sensation but somehow, you find the strength to nod weakly.

Casey: Oh, you're such a pathetic little bitch. Your friends chuckle cruelly, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. It seems they can't wait to get their hands on you either. "Good girl," Casey praises as he strokes your hair gently before giving it a rough yank, forcing your head up so he can look into your trembling eyes.

"Now then, let's take this show on the road," he decides with a wicked grin. "You're coming with us, and we're going to make sure everyone gets a piece of our new little slut." He tugs one arm roughly behind your back

Casey: and cuffs it behind your back before doing the same with the other. As you're led out of the classroom, stumbling along behind him like a mindless puppet on strings, he introduces you to his friends: "Guys, this is our little toy. She's all yours to play with."

His friends whoop and holler, their excitement palpable as they begin to surround you, each one eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. They start whispering lewd suggestions into Casey's ear, and he grins widely, knowing that they're going to have an incredible time turning you into their personal fuck

toy. As you're led out into the hallway, you can feel their eyes boring into your flesh, making you squirm with shame and desire. It's clear that they have no intention of stopping until they've completely broken you and made you their own personal fuckdoll.

Their hands begin to roam over your body, squeezing your ass cheeks, pinching your nipples through your shirt, and tracing lines down your thighs. You whimper pathetically under their touch, unable to resist or fight back as they continue to take control of you. All resistance crumbles away as their lustful gazes and rough hands reduce you

Casey: Their cruel laughter fills the hallways as they continue to degrade you, using you like a piece of meat for their own twisted pleasure. You're nothing but a toy to them now, and they plan on enjoying every second of breaking you down until there's nothing left of your old self.

"That's it," Casey says with a grin, pushing your face into his crotch. "Suck it like the dirty little slut you are." His friends egg him on, their filthy suggestions only serving to make him more aggressive in his assault on your dignity. As he pushes your head down onto his throbbing cock, you can

Casey: feel the familiar taste of precum on your lips, and you know what's expected of you. With a whimper, you part your lips and take him into your mouth, sucking eagerly as he begins to thrust roughly in and out of your throat. His friends cheer him on, their voices filling the otherwise quiet hallway.

As you continue to service Casey's cock, his hand moves down to grope your ass, squeezing and spanking it hard enough to leave red handprints. He loves the way you squirm under his touch, the way your eyes water with tears of shame and pleasure. It only serves to turn him on more, making

Casey: him even more aggressive in his treatment of you. He grabs a fistful of your hair and begins to thrust even deeper into your throat, choking you as he approaches his climax.

As they watch this display of degradation and submission, Casey's friends grow ever closer, their cocks mere inches from your face. You can smell their arousal mixed with the bitter tang of fear emanating from you. They all begin to stroke themselves faster, their grunts and gasps filling the hallway as they approach their own release.

"Swallow it all," Casey commands through gritted teeth. With one final thrust, he fills your

mouth with hot cum, spilling down your throat as you try desperately not to gag or choke. His friends soon follow suit, erupting onto your face and in your mouth, filling you with their sticky seed.

As they finally finish, they release you from their perverse hold, stepping back to admire their handiwork. Your face and hair are plastered with their cum, your body aching from the abuse they've put you through. You sit there on the floor, panting heavily, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The taste of them lingers in your mouth, a bitter reminder of your complete loss of control and dignity.

Casey: grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. "Open wide," he commands with a cruel smirk. You obediently open your mouth, revealing the string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his cock.

His friends watch eagerly as they each take their turn wiping the cum from your face onto their own cocks before pushing them into your open mouth, using your tongue to clean themselves off. They laugh and jeer at you, reveling in your degradation and submission.

As they finish, Casey finally releases you, pushing you back down onto the floor where you sit, panting and humiliated. You can'

't even bring yourself to wipe your face clean of their filth, instead allowing it to dry and cake on your skin as a permanent reminder of this horrifying encounter. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions - shame, humiliation, arousal, fear, confusion... You don't understand why you feel the way you do, but there's no denying that some part of you craves more of this debauchery.