Correctional Methods (closed)

[KittenRin]

In the 2030s, the most valued commodity in the entire world is not oil. Nor is it gold or uranium. No, it is brainpower.

Wars are no longer won with tanks or nuclear weapons. They are won with having the most advanced machines ever conceived, and having the most brilliant and talented engineers to keep them running and to keep the enemy's drones offline. Intelligence is power, today more than ever. It's no good to have a thousand ordinary scientists - you need one truly genius one.

To address this new need for extraordinary talent, a new branch of the school system was created. All kids were tested at 18 years old, and the most brilliant of the most brilliant were taken in to new Master's Academies, a new set of boarding schools.

In these schools, these super-talented youngsters are given top-of-the line education by the best teachers the country had to offer. They live at the campus, are expected to spend all their time studying, and graduate with PhDs by the time they are twenty-one. To ensure the Academies have the best possible conditions to accomplish these goals, they are given complete control over their school and the students: no laws apply inside the Academy walls, other than those made by the Academy board. As long as the Academies produce excellent results, they have no fear of losing these privileges.

***

Snowdrop Academy of Technology, an esteemed school of science and engineering, was one of these Master's Academies. Over the years, it had produced several Nobel prize winners and many of the country's most esteemed scientists. Getting into Snowdrop Academy was tough even if you were among the very few who managed to pass the national test. The school had always had a stellar record, and it received nothing but praise outside its walls.

Now, however, the school found itself in a new kind of bind. Over the years, all these genius students had grown arrogant and cocky. They believed they were the best of the best, better than anyone else, including their teachers. These students had always been raised and pampered in privilege. Most of them didn't consider any rules to affect them. And in a lot of ways, they were right: no matter how much they misbehaved, skipped classes, vandalized the property and otherwise broke any school rule they cared enough to ignore, they were always too clever to get caught.

Behaviour record at the Snowdrop Academy was at an all-time low... and worst of all, it was starting to affect the students' grades. This would not do - it was a risk to the Academy reputation.

Catching all the delinquents in the act, one by one, and giving them proper punishment was basically impossible. They would have to think of another way.

Something completely outside the box.

 

[KittenRin]

Jessica Watson
19 years old
Brown hair, brown eyes
5'4, slim & curvy, D-cup


Jessica Watson walked down the hallway, feeling more than a little nervous. People were waving and greeting her, but Jessica replied to them only half-heartedly. The others didn't know what would happen in a few moments, but Jessica had been informed by the Headmaster earlier. And she wasn't sure if she liked it, at all.

No, she was positive she didn't.

Of course, every student in the school knew that the school rules were little more than a joke lately. Everyone was doing whatever they pleased, and always getting away with it - teachers already knew it was impossible to outsmart these students, so lately they didn't even bother trying. They just let things happen.

Jessica had never been one of the troublemakers, however. Unlike most of the other students, she didn't come from a rich and privileged family. No, she had a sickeningly ordinary middle-class background. She had worked hard, harder than anyone else, and fought her way through the tests with her own pure talent, skill and amazing effort. And she didn't stop once she got inside - she did as well as any Snowdrop student, and then some. She behaved well, studied extremely hard, and got stellar grades as a result.

Teachers and students alike admired Jessica. Her grades, her kind and fun-loving personality, and not least her stunning looks and sexy figure - she really was the kind of girl who seemed a little bit out of your league in every single aspect. It was no real surprise when Jessica was elected as the Student Council President, barely into her second year; the youngest Council President in Academy history.

Unfortunately for Jessica, the Student Council President had just received a new responsibility... one she had definitely not known of when she was elected.

***

Jessica reached the school lobby, where most of the students had already gathered and the rest were slowly arriving - everyone had just been summoned here by the Headmaster. Students were grumbling - their last classes of the day had just ended and they had looked forward to going to their post-school activities. Indeed, in true Snowdrop Academy fashion, a lot of students had seen fit to ditch this new and unexpected gathering. But those who had arrived were now more curious than anything: something strange had caught their attention.

In the middle of the lobby, a new structure had been built: a large platform, almost a stage of some sort. Students standing in the lobby could surround the platform from all directions and easily see it from all angles. On the platform, two metal poles had been erected, each nine feet tall and some six feet apart; and, even more curiously, it seemed like a set of chains had been attached to each pole. It was certainly a strange sight, and the students were hard at work trying to figure out its purpose.

The Academy Headmaster, Mr. Richards, was standing next to the platform, adamantly ignoring all students looking to find out what was going on. As he noticed Jessica, he jumped up on the stage and gestured for Jessica to join him. Hesitantly, but perfectly understanding the fact that she needed to perform her duties as the Student Council President, Jessica climbed the set of stairs placed next to the platform, and waited for Headmaster Richards to speak.

After a couple more minutes, once Richards felt enough students had arrived, he cleared his throat and spoke loudly, making sure to address all directions as students were all around them.

"Students of Snowdrop Academy", he spoke. "As you all know, we, your teachers, as well as the Academy board, are extremely disappointed in your behaviour as of late. Attendance records are shocking. Vandalism seems almost a daily occurrence. And don't think I don't know all about the rampant drug use around the campus."

Richards paused and took a look around the students, to let his words sink in. They didn't seem to have too much of an effect - the students looked more bored than intimidated. All the more reason for what he was going to say next.

"This day, Monday the 22nd, marks the start of a new school policy", he announced. "No longer will bad behaviour be tolerated. You may think you're clever enough to avoid punishment. So far you have, I will admit that. But from today, you, as the collective student body, no longer can avoid consequences for your actions." He turned to Jessica. "Miss Watson, your hands, please."

Surprised but obedient, Jessica gave her hands to Mr. Richards. He reached out to one of the metal poles, and took the chain attached - letting everyone see for the first time a set of shackles attached to the end of each chain. Before anyone could really understand what was happening, with a couple of swift movements Richardson had shackled each of Jessica's arms and attached them to the poles.

Richardson walked behind one of the poles, and pressed a button on it. The chains started to slowly reel in, forcing Jessica's arms to spread out and rise above her head. Only once her arms had reached a full spread eagle position did the chains stop moving. Instinctively, Jessica tried to move her arms a little, but to no avail: she couldn't move them at all. Her legs were obviously still free, but in her position, all she could do with them was jump or kick.

Jessica felt a soft breeze of air in her midriff, and blushed softly. She was wearing her school uniform, consisting of a button-down blouse, a necktie and a dark pleated skirt; and it seemed the position she was in now had lifted her blouse ever so slightly to show a bit of skin. A thought popped into Jessica's head: was the stage high enough to allow people to peek under her skirt? Some of the front row students were certainly trying...

Richardson then spoke again, bringing Jessica's attention to more important matters.

"I have in my hand here the school's behavioural record for the last week", he said, waving around a stack of papers. "For the next hour, I will be reading through the items, and you all will be listening. Ms. Watts, your Student Council President, will act as your representative as I decide on how to act on each item."

"For any superb accomplishments by a student over the last week, Ms. Watts will receive a reward, chosen by the student who earned the accomplishment. For any breaches of Academy conduct, however..."

Richards looked around the lobby again. This time, he definitely had everyone's attention.

"If the student responsible for the misdemeanours is too much of a coward to speak up and name themselves - you all, as the collective student body, will still receive a punishment. Ms. Watts, as your representative, will have to take that punishment instead. And as she is being punished, I hope the culprit will contemplate very hard on their actions, as an innocent person is having to take punishment for their sake."

He cleared his throat. "From this day onwards, this ceremony will be a weekly occurrence. Every Monday, after the classes, we will go over the past week's record and repeat these proceedings. And I certainly hope your behaviour will improve as you see with your own eyes that there WILL be consequences."

The students were completely quiet now. Satisfied, Richards turned back to Jessica. "Well then! We have one hour to work with. Shall we begin?"

Jessica shifted her weight. She had no idea what the punishments would involve - but Snowdrop Academy wasn't exactly known for valuing soft methods. She could only hope people would have enough backbone to name themselves... or that the rewards she was supposedly getting as well would make this worth it.

 

[TheMalevolence]

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Ross Griffins:
19 years old, 5'11,
Brown hair, Blue eyes
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Ross looked around; Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on Jessica. Snowdrop was always above the law, but something as unorthodox as this was unheard of. With unwavering attention and measurable arousal, he strained his ears to hear what Mr. Richards was saying:

"...Mrs Robinson's desk. The young arsonists, or arsonists..."

Ross never did have a particularly good attention span; He'd long since lost track of what the headmaster was saying, and given way to distracting thoughts about Jessica, bound as she was on the stage. God, he envied those guys at the front; they were straining their necks upwards, no doubt enjoying a perfect view up their counil presidents skirt. He wished he'd had the foresight to get here earlier, but he couldn't have imagined something as strange, something as perfect as this would happen. He could think of a good few "rewards" he wouldn't mind giving Jessica. Suddenly, he regretted setting fire to Mrs. Robinson's desk.

"If, in the next 30 seconds, nobody owns up, our friend Jessica will experience some of our..." Ross could have sworn Mr Richards smiled, just a little, "Correctional Methods."

Ross was too curious to even consider owning up. If you videoed the next 30 seconds in front of that stage, you would have sworn it was a still image, nobody moved, nobody made a sound. By that point, Jessica was looking desperate, even going so far as to tug and writhe a little against her bonds. It was undoubtedly one of the sexiest things the 19 year old had ever seen, and he'd gotten past the nudity filter on his parents' internet router years ago.

Suddenly, the silence was broken once again by Mr Richards' voice:

"Well, boys and girls, I'm disappointed, but I'm not surprised." He said, the hint of a smile once again flashing across his face. "Hopefully once you see Jessica suffer a little today, you'll be more likely to behave in the future."

He walked behind the bound and increasingly more uncomfortable Jessica, and, in one clean motion, yanked her dress and panties down to her ankles. The disgracred council President instantly turned bright red and clamped her legs together. She opened her mouth to protest, but Mr Richards interrupted her.

"Quiet dear," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear him, "Now step out of those clothes, wouldn't want them to get in the way."

She was clearly appauled, but out of blind obedience to the headmaster she stepped out of her skirt and underwear. She opened her mouth to speak again, but it came out as a muffled shout one Mr Richards picked up her panties and gagged her with them.

Ross was enthralled by the whole performance, just like everyone else. He couldn't tear his eyes away, but he really wished he'd worn bigger trousers, by this point the lack of space was getting uncomfortable.

"...Now this, my dear, is a cane, as I'm sure you know." Mr Richards was saying, "I think 10 strokes is appropriate, don't you?" Jessica groaned into her makeshift gag, and the rest of the crowd were too engaged to respond, but Mr Richards raised the thin, bendy wooden cane over Jessica's exposed ass all the same.

 

[KittenRin]

Jessica couldn't help but squirm and writhe a little bit in her bonds. Mr. Robinson was reading the first item on his list - a list that looked way too long for Jessica's taste - and already it was sounding very bad indeed. Arsony, on Mrs. Robinson's desk. Great. Just great. She was trying hard not to look at the students closest to her. There was no longer any doubt that they were taking glances up her skirt - they were being blatantly obvious about it. This hour really couldn't be over fast enough.

"If, in the next 30 seconds, nobody owns up, our friend Jessica will experience some of our... Correctional Methods."

You could have heard a pin drop in the lobby. No one spoke a word - no one hardly even breathed. Jessica was getting more and more uncomfortable. She tugged on the chains a bit once again, but obviously to no avail. It was obvious no one would speak up. She hadn't expected anyone to. In all likelyhood, neither had Robinson. When he announced the time to be over, Jessica closed her eyes and braced herself. It's okay, she told herself. Whatever it'll be, I can take it. He knows I'm not the real culprit. I'm just the council president. This is just me doing my job. This is -

Then, without warning, Robinson her skirt and panties down to her ankles.

Jessica shrieked in surprise and horror. She flushed bright red and did her best to cross her legs in a desperate attempt to keep her privates covered, but it was little use. Her bare, round buttocks, her little tuft of well-trimmed brown pubic hair, even a glimpse of her pussy lips - it was all exposed for everyone to see.

Jessica stammered at a loss of words. "Mr... Mr. Robinson, this..."

"Quiet dear", the man interrupted her, and instructed Jessica to step out of the clothes in her ankles. After the slightest pause, she obeyed. What else could she do? She was chained up, nowhere to go; and she obviously wasn't going to escape from this situation. And also, a small part in her mind still said that this was all good - it was just her duties as the Stundent Council President.

But as the Council President, it was also her responsibility to speak up when she disagreed about a school conduct.

"Mr. Robinson", she spoke, clearly but with her voice slightly trembling, "I really must - MMMMPHGH!" Her last words were lost in a muffled scream of surprise, as something was stuffed in her mouth and tied in place. The stench - the nasty taste - were these - her own panties?

"...Now this, my dear, is a cane, as I'm sure you know. I think 10 strokes is appropriate, don't you?"

Jessica shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide open in shock. The cane looked hard and menacing. Ten strokes? Ten? Surely he had to be exaggerating -

ONE.

Jessica let out a muffled scream into her gag as the first stroke hit her. Robinson wasn't pulling back at all. A red mark instantly formed on Jessica's soft ass to mark the spot where the cane hit her. Jessica had never felt such a pain in her whole life.

TWO. THREE. FOUR.

Tears of pain and embarrassment were softly rolling down her cheeks. Her tender butt already burning in pain, each stroke felt ever more painful than the last. Jessica knew everyone was watching intently. She didn't want to look at them. She kept her eyes tightly shut and counted the lashes.

FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.

Jessica had lost the strength in her feet. She stumbled down, held up painfully only by the chains in her wrists. They were just too high to allow her to kneel down, so her wrists were supporting her whole weight now. And the position she fell in only pushed her ass up in a more inviting posture, easier for Mr. Richards to strike...

NINE... TEN.

Jessica's whole ass was burning bright red, even more red than her face. Her buttocks were still stinging like nothing she had ever felt before. She waited there, sobbing softly in her panty gag, still keeping her eyes shut close.

If this was only the first item on the list... was he going to do this for every single misdemeanor?

 

[TheMalevolence]

Ross couldn't believe his eyes. This was his punishment for setting Mrs Robinsons' desk on fire? The beautiful, smart, funny girl he'd always lusted over was tied up on a stage, naked from the waist down and gagged with her own panties to punish him? Ross understood quantum mechanics from the age of 7, but this managed to confuse him.

Mr Richards had put down the cane and started talking again:

"I hope you remember, kids, that this is YOUR fault, and we've still got..." He checked his watch, "47 minutes left. I'm a forgiving man. There's far too many crimes here for us to go over in just an hour, so I'm prepared to offer you a clean slate. However, I won't let these misbehaviours go unpunished! Let's have one more punishment to stand for the rest of the things on my list. Assault, vandalism, slander, cyber-terrorism, to name a few. That seems fair, doesn't not, Jessica?"

Jessica shook her head and groaned into her makeshift gag.

"No?" He said, "Do you think you deserve MORE punishment?"

Jessica shook her head even more wildly, her protests twice as loud.

"And of course, we're going to have to make this last three quarters of an hour, I think I have an idea." Mr Richards quickly shackled both of her legs to the poles in a similar fashion to her arms. He then pressed a button, reeling in the chains as to spread her legs and expose her glistening pussy.

Jessica was shouting into the gag now, loud enough for a few words to be almost coherent.

He then pressed the button again, causing the chains to lift the bound girl on the stage a foot or so into the air and, to Jessica's dismay, and almost every other person in the room's delight, removed Jessica's blouse and bra, leaving her completely naked, exposed and aching from the exertion of her bindings. Mr Richards looked out upon the mesmerised crowd and began to talk again:

"I'll come back in" he checked his watch again, "38 minutes to let Jessica down, and if, in the meantime, any of you want to come up and apologise to her, be my guest."

He left the room, leaving Jessica to her fate.

 

[KittenRin]

Jessica opened her eyes and took a look at her audience. Every single person in the lobby was staring at her. Already exhausted and her arms aching, it took all her willpower to stand up straight again and try to cross her legs in another attempt at some kind of dignity.

One more punishent for all the rest of the items on his list, Richards owas saying. But something that would... last three quarters of an hour? Surely it couldn't mean any more caning, was Jessica's first thought. Anything else couldn't be as bad as that, surely.

She soon understood how wrong she was. Without warning, Richards chained her legs up as well and reeled in the chains. Another press of the button, and she was painfully suspended in the air, spread-eagle, with no way to hide her wide open pussy.

Another quick yank, and Richards had removed her blouse and bra as well; leaving Jessica completely naked on the stage. Absolutely panicking at this point, Jessica tugged and writhed in her binds, but it only made her limbs ache more. Try as she might, Jessica couldn't move at all in her bindings. Jessica felt like she would die from embarrassment and humiliation.

And yet - when she looked at the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her, her perky breasts bouncing as she was trying to fight her binds, her exposed ass and pink pussy, forcibly spread open for everyone to see - she felt she was getting aroused by it all. Her pussy was getting slightly wet just from having everyone look at her, and her nipples were rapidly hardening. Jessica couldn't believe what was happening.

"I'll come back in 38 minutes to let Jessica down, and if, in the meantime, any of you want to come up and apologise to her, be my guest."

"WHAT?!?!" Jessica yelled in her makeshift gag, loudly enough that her word could actually be understood. Surely he didn't mean what she thought he meant. SURELY he couldn't possibly mean it? But Richardson was already rapidly walking away from the stage, and soon he was completely gone. If he had been joking, there sure was no punchline in sight.

Jessica turned to look back at the crowd of students. Every single person was again staring at her. But no longer were they merely shocked or curious. More than a few of them looked at her with hunger.

Jessica wanted to plead to the others, tell them that they were all on the same boat, but all she could manage in her predicament was more writhing and very loud mumbling into her gag.

 

[TheMalevolence]

Within a few minutes, almost everyone had left out of embarrassment or disgust, only Ross, and 4 of his friends, the only female of which was an open lesbian, stayed behind. They all went up onto the stage to "apologise".

"...dude, this is the most awesome things I've ever seen!" One of Ross's friends was saying.
"Yeah. I wonder what we can choose as a "reward" " another asked.
Ross piped in, "Sounds like anything we like... I've got a few ideas... But first we actually have to EARN a reward... Shouldn't be too hard, our combined IQ is like, 700."

Jessica involuntarily squeaked into her gag, and the group immediately focused their attention back on her and her predicament.

"Wow, it looks like she's actually getting WET over this. What a slut."
"She always had bigger tits in my mind. Ah well, hot's hot."

Jessica did not take lightly to being discussed in this manner, and shouted into her gag, giving the group of a friends a venomous look.

"What's that?" Ross said, the more impulsive of the bunch, "You want us to stop talking and get to
"apologising" for burning Robinson's desk? Alright then. Let me make it up to you." He looked around, checking for any possible witnesses, and flicked one of Jessica's nipples with his finger. She recoiled, shouting once again into her gag and writhing around in discomfort.

The girl joined in: "Not a nipple person, huh? How about this?" She pinched the bound class president's clit, causing her to protest again, more of a whimper than a shout, and look down with more pleading eyes. Her pussy was beginning to drip, and the girl was embarrassed by the way her body betrayed her.

Ross interjected before things went any further: "Come on guys, let's leave her waiting. How about we all meet in my room on Thursday, with a plan as to how we're going to earn Jessica here her reward, and an idea as to what that "reward" might be. Sound good?" Everyone nodded.

"Well, my dear Jessica, we'll be seeing YOU, next week." Ross continued, leading the group out.

 

[KittenRin]

To Jessica's huge relief, most of the students left the lobby soon enough. Too much is too much, they must have thought. Trying to catch innocent glances up her skirt was one thing, but this - this was so much more. Jessica was bound, naked and humiliated; and she had done nothing to deserve this punishment herself. She was paying for someone else's crimes.

Not everyone had left, though. A small group of some of the school's worst troublemakers stuck around. Jessica knew some of them - Ross Griffins was in her class; she couldn't stand him, he was just the kind of uptight kid who thinks he's better than everyone else. Jessica hated students like him. They were the ones who got her in this trouble in the first place.

The group was openly talking about her - judging her breasts, making fun of her mild wetness. Hearing them talk about her like this, as if she was nothing but an object, Jessica got all the more embarrassed - but she was also getting angry. How dare they? She was taking the blame for them, for all the students; thanks to her, the rest of them were allowed to just get away with whatever they had been doing. Jessica shouted at the group in anger, but she still couldn't manage anything more understandable than a muffled shout.

It got their attention, however. Ross gave one of Jessica's nipples a hard flick. Her breast softly vibrated from the impact, and Jessica squealed in pain and anger - but also because of the jolt of electricity the touch caused her.

The girl in the group - Jessica seemed to recall she had a thing for girls - went even further and gave Jessica's clit a pinch. Jessica gasped loudly into her gag and fought wildly against the chains. As embarrassed as Jessica was about the situation, her body had gotten more sensitive than she wanted to believe, and the simple pinch sent waves of pleasure throughout Jessica. The other girl's fingers were visibly wet as she removed her hand from Jessica's privates. Jessica closed and turned her eyes in absolute embarrassment.

Thankfully, the group left soon after, and Jessica was left to endure her punishment on her own. The next thirty minutes were the longest in Jessica's life. Every now and then a student would enter the lobby, realize Jessica was still there, and turn away in shock - always making Jessica all the more aware of her current situation. But by now, the physical discomfort was even worse. Her arms and legs were screaming in pain and exhaustion, and in her current situation, Jessica had no way of moving her limbs even just enough to relieve some of the pressure.

Finally, after thirty agonizing minutes, Mr. Richards came back to release her. Jessica didn't say a word to him. She just gathered her clothes and ran for her dorm as quickly as her aching legs would allow her.

She was not looking forward to next Monday. Right now, she didn't want to even think about it.

 

[TheMalevolence]

The next few days passed without incident.

The school was abuzz with talk about Jessica's ordeal, so much so that by the time Thursday rolled around, nearly no time had been committed on the school grounds. Things were looking up for Ross and his social group; At this rate, earning a reward would be laughably easy.

That lunchtime, the group of four, Ross, Cameron, Megan, and David, met up behind the sports shed; A place that teenagers in any other school would use for smoking and gambling. The students at Snowdrop used it for planning.

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"So, I trust you've all come up with ideas as to how we can take advantage of this thing about Jessica?" Ross began, "Getting a Reward should be easy enough: There's an open day on Saturday, I'll go help out, it'll take most of the day, but hell will it be worth it." Each person was holding a sinister looking device, which worked to irritate Ross; He was sporting something similar, and if he couldn't outshine them, what was the point of having a group of (comparably) average friends?

David went first, resting what appeared to be an ordinary, egg-shaped vibrator on the ground. "This," he said, "is a highly modified vibrator. It takes advantage of gyroscopic motor technology to spin a motor at 16000 RPM, and it's coated in a thin layer of graphene infused rubber to soften what would be violent shudders into extremely powerful stimulation. In theory, this is one thousand and thirty-five times as powerful as a commercially available vibrator, meaning that this will give her more orgasms in 10 minutes than she's had in her entire life so far." He turned it on with a remote control, and it shuddered, vibrated slightly, and then fell over, buzzing.

"David!" the scornful Megan laughed, "That's pathetic!"

"Au contraire," he replied, motioning for her to pick it up. She did, and immediately dropped it, recoiling and shaking her hand.

"Yeah..." She gasped, shocked by how powerful the feeling was, it felt as if she'd pressed her hand against a pillow strapped to a belt sander! "That... That's pretty cool."

"Now, imagine that pressing against your clit." He concluded.

Cameron stepped up next, opening a black box to reveal two small vacuum cups, much the same as the ones you stick to windows, each with a tiny metal object connected to them, along with a black, hand sized control box. "Now this, might not be as stimulating as David's vibrator, but I have a feeling Jessica will find this much more... rewarding." He began. "These suction cups, as I'm sure you've guessed, go over those perfectly formed nipples of hers. You might, expect them to vibrate, but, in fact, they're much more special."

"Get on with it, Cameron..." Ross moaned. Cameron, always the showman.

"Right, right, sorry." said Cameron, somewhat perturbed. "Ahem. These cups actually produce electric shocks. Sounds painful? If the controller of the remote deems it necessary, then yes, but on a lower setting, it's designed to give a much more pleasurable experience. The electric shocks are administered in rapid succession, each one so small that, alone, you would barely feel it. Together, the are programmed to trick the nerve endings into feeling the exact same stimulation that the "victim" would experience from having her nipples sucked and played with, give it a try! Ross, try putting them on your hand."

Ross, with grudging admiration, picked up the cups and stuck them to his hand, a few centimetres apart. Cameron picked up the remote and pressed a button, promoting Ross's eyes to go wide with shock, more than a little bit impressed.

"See?" Cameron said, "It's designed to give the control holder ultimate power, with this remote I can move the sensation from nipples to nipple, simulate the press off a tongue, or even the pain of a bite." At this, Ross yelped, shaking his right hand. "Damnit, Cam! Was that REALLY necessary?" He exclaimed, relatively angry.

At this point, Ross took the cups off of his hand, and Megan revealed her creation.

"Now," she said, "This is a lot stranger than anything I can imagine you guys coming up with, but trust me, for you as well as me, this is hot as hell. Please, no comments about whether I've tested this out on myself, because we all know the answer to that." Megan gave a knowing wink. Then reached into the box she had brought with her, and revealed.. A red dildo.

"Seriously?" Ross began, "That's just a..."

"Shut up, Ross." Megan interrupted, "Give me time." Upon closer inspection, the dildo had deep ridges, as well as a metal base which, once Megan pulled it, expanded into a metal pole with a stand to stabilize it.

She reached into her box again and, within seconds, had folded out the array of strange shaped objects inside into a frame, rectangular, just taller than the average person, and with a bar at the top with manacles attached to it. Her explanation was long and complicated, but eventually all 3 of the boys understood what it was for. Jessica's hands would be locked into the manacles on the bar, with the dildo on a pole locked into the bottom of the frame, and inside of her. The only measure of control she would have was the ability to pull herself up with the bar, to a certain extent. A computerized clip would be attached to her clit, delivering electric shocks, painful ones this time, to her if she failed to keep pulling herself up and down onto the dildo for more than 10 seconds. She would be forced to lower herself on and off of the dildo, maybe for the whole hour.

Once everybody understood what it was they agreed, it was hot as hell.

Finally, it was Ross's turn. He revealed his device; A vicious looking Sybian, attached to a small, forward facing screen and a rubber patch. After waiting a few seconds from confusion to pass and tension to build, he began to explain.

"My device, comes in two parts," He said, clearly proud of the effect he had caused. "Firstly is the Sybian, it's souped up, much like David's egg, perhaps not quite a powerful. It has a vibrating dildo that extends into the user's pussy and, if I make it, thrusts extremely quickly, along with a vibrating clit hump. Secondly, and most interestingly, is the heart rate monitor attached to it. The screen shows the user's heart rate, measured through a module pressing against an artery in their thigh. The intensity and speed of the Sybian will be directly proportionate to the user's heart rate! That is, the faster our dear Jessica's heart beats, the more stimulated she gets. As we all know, heart rate increases significantly during sex, masturbation or the like, and skyrockets during an orgasm. It's also programmable so that if, after the first orgasm, the user manages to lower their heart rate to a certain threshold, say, 80 BPM, they'll be freed. Of course, we can tie Jessica's onto this using ropes though these hooks."

The others looked extremely impressed, and any onlooker would agree that all four of the devices were perfectly malicious and extremely sexy.

"Right," Megan said, "Now all we have to do is decide which one we're going to use."

"Well," David reasoned, "It's pointless to argue over it, lets do a dice roll on the day, and do another for the remaining 3 next week, and so on, until Jessica's experienced all four."

The group all agreed it was fair; They all left, eager to see their design at work that Monday.

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Monday rolled around, and Mr Richards, once again, paraded Jessica on stage. This time already gagged, naked and extremely anxious.

"It seems as if Jessica's plight had taught you all a lesson, because I'm happy to report that there have been NO crimes since last Monday!" Mr Richards proclaimed, "I'm extremely impressed! In fact, I have some rewards to give out!" He fished a list out of his pocket, "Firstly, Hannah Scott, for an outstanding performance in this year's National Chess Championship!" A girl from the geeky crowd stepped forwards, looking slightly red, "Erm... What do you mean by 'Reward' sir?" She said, shyly.

"Anything you like, dear," Mr Richards replied. Much to Ross's dismay, she chose to let Jessica's put her panties back on. Many of the rest of the rewards went the same way, and by the end Jessica was standing wearing panties, a skirt, a bra, and was ungagged. Finally, Ross's turn came around.

"And for our LAST reward, Ross.. Wait? Ross Griffins?" He exclaimed, clearly surprised, "...for outstanding contribution towards the Open Evening... Well, that's certainly surprising! What reward do you choose, Ross?"

"Well, sir." Ross said, walking forward as confidently as ever, "You did say anything," He held up a box, "It seems like Jessica's a little let down, after last week's arousing and active show, and it just so happens that I have the perfect way to reward her for helping to turn this school into a place of perfect learning."

He walked onto the stage, set the box down and whispered in Mr Richards' ear. A minute later, he gave the crowd a strange look. "Well, I did say anything." He sighed, allowing Ross to take his reward.

A few minutes later, Jessica was naked, blindfolded, gagged and bound, and Ross was preparing to set up the device he was going to use on her. God, this was going to be fun.