"You better be," Burns said, swivelling in his chair so he was facing me. I raised an eyebrow in puzzlement -- what was he planning?

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"You're a worthless slut."

My jaw slacked so much that it threatened to hit the floor. Had I not been on my knees already, I would have fallen for sure.

A tidal wave of emotions slammed against me so hard that I felt like I was drowning. Anger, betrayal, powerlessness... humiliation. How could I have deluded myself into thinking I could find safety with this man?

He'd been deconstructing me, all this time. And apparently now, he would do so again.

"You've put everything in danger," Burns lashed out. "Your job, my job, everything. A student shows up with dirt on us and demands the simplest thing from you -- a trifling request, really. Access to your holes. And you say no?"

I wanted to disappear. I wanted the earth to open up underneath me and swallow me up.

"You say no to being fucked, and risk bringing the whole school crashing down on us? Or worse?"

I was so mortified. So stupid. All I needed to do to make this problem go away was agree to fuck Nick. Instead, I decided to make a scene out of it, act like I could afford to be a feminist, like I didn't have to be afraid for my job.

Tears welled in my eyes, as Burns tore angrily into me.

"I need you to understand that you were born for this. Evolution and society has sculpted you to fulfill male pleasure. I thought you'd learned there is no place for feminism under my employment. So why do you think anyone gives jack squat about your consent?"

Burns shook his head. "If you can't learn this simple a lesson, perhaps you're not qualified to be a teacher after all."

That did it.

It broke me.

I threw myself at Nick's feet. I realized I was kneeling before a student, and he looked so intimidating when seen from below. His jock body, sculpted by hours upon hours of physical exertion, merely emphasised the extent of my feminine weakness.

"Please forgive me," I said, talking to neither Burns nor Nick in particular, but in a way, to both. "Please let me keep my job. I'll do anything..."

Nick unceremoniously thrust his erection into my face. "Kiss it," he said.

That was an odd request, but I complied immediately, rubbing my cheek against the fabric of his jeans as if I was a cat. Then, I placed a tiny kiss over the head of his dick -- still through his jeans -- and followed up with more.

In a way, this was even more humiliating than a blowjob. I was kising his dick through his pants. This wasn't openly about pure physical pleasure, or stimulation. It was symbolic.

I may be the teacher and he the student, but here our roles were being permanently reversed. I cemented that with each kiss. I was paying homage to a superior. My conquered lips softly brushed against his cock to signal my unqualified acceptance that I wasn't his equal.

It was tribute. From the defeated to the triumphant.

"Good girl," he said, running his strong, calloused fingers through my hair. I hated the fact that the demeaning words made my pussy squirm.

"Nick, I'm going to need you to be discreet," Burns said from behind the desk.

"Of course," Nick said, eyeing me like a cheetah eyes a gazelle. "I know you've got dibs on the bitch. I don't mean to get between a man and his private property. Just... lend her to me a little."

Burns gave a chuckle. "Oh, I think I can throw something in to sweeten the pill for you, my young man. Just give me a little time to bring a... side project into fruition."

"Sure thing Mr Burns," Nick said, removing his belt. There was a weird glint in his eyes, a glint of power and sadism that made my mind scream for danger. "Now, if you don't mind," he continued, "I'm going to make sure this wench never dares utter the word no in my presence again."

Burns chuckled, endlessly amused. "Spoken like someone who knows this is a man's world."

"Indeed so, Mr Burns. Indeed so."

Nick's cock sprang free. It was a bit smaller than Burns', for which I was grateful, considering that it was now inevitable I would have to let it master me as well, but I was unsure on how to proceed. Should I keep kissing it?

But Nick answered the question for me. His strong hands grabbed the base of my skull and pulled me upwards. He was strong enough he could easily lift me off the ground if he wanted to -- but he didn't.

He kicked the chair out of the way, and slammed me onto Mr Burns' desk.

His hand nailed me to the wooden surface, while his other hand explored the hem of my skirt. I squirmed in panic, but it was useless -- he could physically tame me literally with one hand, which made me feel incredibly weak and stupid.

I looked up, at Mr Burns, who was staring down at my face like I was a piece of paper on his desk. This was so completely dehumanizing. These men were battering at me with every weapon the patriarchy and biology had put at their disposal, and I couldn't even pretend this was a fair fight anymore. I was defeated.

Nick clearly had less experience than Burns. He wasn't as deft in gaining access to my cunt, but after a bit of fumbling with my underwear, he did bare it to the air. I could feel his fingers exploring the folds, finding my clit, toying with me in circular movements.

I moaned.

This was one of my students. He was toying with my pussy. And he was making me moan.

"You're a pretty shitty teacher," he said, pressing his thumb on my clit and holding my face down as I shivered, "but you've got an acceptably fuckable cunt."

Burns laughed out loud at that. "She should put that on her resume. She's too dumb for anything else anyway."

I wanted to protest, to complain, to beg. If Burns decided I was too stupid to teach, then that was it for me. But before I could get a word out, I gasped.

Nick had entered me.

He immediately started pistoning in and out of me, with zero regards for my own pleasure or arousal. It was awkward, in a way -- the intrusion wasn't pleasurable, at least at first, and I wasn't that well lubricated.

But Nick simply ignored it. He kept going. I was pinned on the desk, being fucked by one of my students, under Burns' stern gaze... and my mind would do what Nick's crude fucking could not. The humiliation coursed through me like a bolt of electricity.

And when I felt the first twitch in my pussy, I knew my downfall was inevitable.

Again Nick didn't have Burns' experience, but he made up for it in vigor. The stimulation in my pussy was unrelenting. I was a masturbatory tool to him at that moment, a hole he could use to get off, and little else.

Nick's hand gripped my hair and pulled. I screamed from the pain, but was forced to yield to his superior strength. As he pulled my head back, I found myself eye-level with Burns. His inquisitive gaze drilled into me, and I flinched under it as Nick fucked me.

"I trust you've learned your lesson now," he said, ominously. "This is what you're good for. The only thing in life you're any good for."

"Yee-ees Sir!" I said, squealing and stumbling over words as Nick pulled me back and forth.

"Let's see," Burns said, standing up. As he did so, he pulled down his pants, and his cock -- erect, and glistening with precum -- jumped at my face.

With near-perfect training, I slid my lips around it, letting him plug my stupid feminist mouth with his bossy cock.

Behind me, Nick let go of my hair. His hands grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back. He was using them as levers to hold them in place.

Then, they started truly fucking me.

Humiliation and pleasure mixed in my mind, making my cry with despair and arousal at once. Here I was, bent over the desk, being supported only by Nick's iron grip on my wrists as he used my arms like a set of makeshift reins.

Plugged by dicks on both ends, with my arms trapped and unable to move, there was no question in my mind about what I had become.

A fucktoy.

"Yes," Burns said as he straightened my head to plunge his dick into my throat. "Take it. Take it all, you ditzy whore."

Nick's pace accelerated behind me. The casualness of his physical control over me drew the last vestiges of feminism out of my brain. There was no room for it, in a world in which men could dominate me so easily.

"That's it teach," he said. "Milk my cock with your pussy walls. I'll be teaching ya a thing or two about how the real world works."

But I did know how the real world worked.

I knew it as my pussy clenched around Nick's cock, begging for his seed. I knew it a I gagged and choked and cried around Burns' cock, surrendering my airways to his sexual mastery. I knew it when Nick slapped my behind, and the only reason why I didn't confess to being a worthless slut was that my mouth was plugged.

I knew it as Burns played with my tits, finding my nipples traitorously erect. I knew as the onset of an orgasm -- more powerful than any I'd ever gotten by myself or with Richard -- rippled through me.

When the orgasm came, it was devastating.

It was like I was dropping off a cliff, the muscles in my thigh quivering and shaking, the humiliation making my mind cave in on itself, finally accepting my place in life as a receptacle for men's cum, a toy for them to find relief.

It proved too much for Nick. With a final roar and a strong thrust that impaled me even further on Burns' dick, he came, coating the insides of my pussy with his spunk. My cunt twitched, eagerly milking every last drop out of him.

Burns gripped my skull with his hands, and started facefucking me with such vigor that my gagging sounds morphed into one another.

And then, he came. Claiming me as his property, shooting rope after rope of warm cum down my throat like a garden hose.

I heard Nick sit back on the floor behind me. Burns' cock plopped free of my mouth, as he collapsed back in his chair.

"You know, Mr Burns," Nick said, breathless, doubtlessly staring at my conquered pussy as I lay like slain prey over my boss's desk. "I think I'm going to give her a half-decent grade after all."

Burns gave a roaring laughter to that. I simply lay there, trembling.

I did know. I did understand the terrible truth of the world.

At that moment, perhaps for the first time ever, Burns' teachings weren't just a mantra to me. They were true, a kind of truth that went bone-deep and could never be challenged.

I was, undisputably, what he said I was.

A worthless slut.