Academy

Life here sucked! In the morning, I woke up in a little single bedroom. All that was inside was a single bed, a desk with an attached bathroom. This bathroom included a mirror toilet and shower. This world at least had soap and shampoo. It looked like being a mage automatically gave you more status. This didn't matter to me. I had status in my previous life, and if I wanted access to somebody at the top, they came to me on my time, not theirs. The most powerful man in the world at the time was begging me to stay in the country if I decided to travel abroad. I couldn't care less about money either. It is a tool for users to get things you want. At a certain point, it becomes a number. Sure, the higher that number, the more you can do with it, but that was it. It couldn't do everything. I had all these things before I could live without them now.

What I wanted was someone to fucking kidnap me from this boring room and have their way with me. It didn't happen in my morning routine, and I walked out of my room towards morning classes with a sad sigh. I looked immaculate and a beauty. Many guys, as I traveled out of the dorms, hid their erections. I guess it helped that I was the only woman on campus without a robe. That stupid Purplish black robe was gone several weeks ago. Now I wore a small shirt that barely contained my breasts and looked like it was about to rip down the center showing my ladies. The other thing I wore was a micro skirt and panties. My panties were now hiding my flaccid cock that was riding up my crack. If I were in my previous world, I would be called a skank or whore or any number of words. Here I was, every student spank bank. This was another thing that was pissing me off. I hadn't gotten fucked since I was brought here. I was dripping out, wanting pheromones. Not a single male in this entire academy has thought to come up and treat me like a whore.

Another sad sigh escapes my lips as I entered the main academy area. I walked down the hallway with many stares as I go. Any Teachers I see just back off. This was a form of fun when I first entered and got rid of that ugly robe. I used to have fought every day where I brushed them off with their angry yelling, and I would look at them like I couldn't care less. Then they told me they were going to punish me. This had my hopes up for about a week.

That was a sad week. Each day I would dare them to punish me. It didn't matter if they were male or female; I just fucking wanted some god damn action. I was left disappointed with more textbooks to study. I sighed again as I entered the classroom. The rows were set up so that each student had a lot of space for papers they carried and the alchemy and other shit here.

I will admit the first thing in this world to surprise me truly was Alchemy. It blew my mind. They didn't even have the periodic table. What then blew my mind, even more was when they did shit chemistry couldn't do. That meant that in this world, my metals in my lab could be used for other things. This made me truly happy though I didn't know enough to make any use of it. The alchemy thing kept me going for about a week in happiness regardless of no action coming my way. I went through books and supplies quickly. Each month for about three days straight, I became happy. I had the ingredients to do something fun, like research. Then I was dropped back into the boredom of this Academy. THIS FUCKING SUCKS. I might not care about gold, but this place keeps whatever labor I produce. I make a potion? They fucking take it. I needed to get my hands on seeds and shit. The seeds for the garden. The shit for some fertilizer.

I sat in the class at the front. I sat in the center and watched as all the boys ran for the spots directly behind me. This was one of the funniest things I saw from all these little Beta boys. If they had the courage to force me, they could take whatever they wanted. Instead, each class they had with me, they would all sit in the seats above me. My shirt barely could restrain my breasts, let alone try to cover my canyon of cleavage. All the little beta boys would clamor to get a look down the canyon.

I paid the beta boys no mind as the teacher came in. She was the Basics of the magic teacher. She was a brown-haired woman in a ponytail. She wore a teal robe with a symbol over her left breast. This showed she was a teacher. The teal robe made her a wind mage. The robes piss me off. No one else had a purple-black robe as I had at one point. That meant no one else had my type of magic. Every robe around the room held a meaning.

Yellow is Earth;

Red is Fire;

Blue is Water;

Green is Plant;

White is Light;

Black is Shadow;

Teal is Wind;

Bright Purple is Lightning;

Purplish black is Void;

There were more, but those were what I knew at this point. Why they made each person wear their magics color, I thought it was stupid. If someone attacked, this academy students would have a harder time defending themselves because of it. My researchers in the past had precautions coming in never to look like a researcher because of this. If someone knows what you are capable of, then you lose. Identities and professions are not something you want to broadcast. I also fucking hate these robes. Every woman on campus had these stupid things, and it hid breast size. I sighed, and I leaned back, giving a bunch of beta boys a view.

The teacher in front of me noticed what I was doing and shook her head. She started her boring lesson on the various usage of different types of magic. Since my type was very rare, she couldn't teach me much but the basics all Magics had.

The basics being. Everyone needed to create a mana pool in their body. This mana pool would be in a location of their choice. They recommended the pit of your stomach, but you could make it your pinky toe if you were so inclined. This will then become the focal point of all spells. The Mana in the air was where you replenished. There were rare things out in the world called Mana stones that you could increase mana faster than the mana in the atmosphere.

So I had to add a boring meditation ritual. This wasn't set in stone by what the teacher said. In the past, many mages found things that either brought pleasure or relaxation that let them gather mana faster. Meditation was just the widest spread. This got my hopes up that a good rape, or at this point, I might even take something consensual. Again, my hopes were dashed as if I even approached some beta boy; they almost ran from me in fright. I was each of their beta boy dreams, but they were so beta they couldn't even be within a meter of me.

I sat back, letting them view the irritation grow with the teacher as I did so. She was one of my favorites. Something told me she was bottling things up. I continued to distract the boys behind me. Throughout the entire class, they probably didn't pick a single thing. Shame, too, there was a lot about theoretical alchemy that was pretty interesting. The class soon ended, and the teacher left the class in a bit of a tiff. I left towards my favorite class, Alchemy.

This didn't mean I wasn't bored out of my mind. This was the only class I 'Covered up' Alchemy was a lot like chemistry with many the same rules while breaking a lot more. This didn't mean they were not similar in many ways. Basically, I wore an apron and a lab coat just in case I had a spill. I did this in my past life and didn't have a single problem.

Today was much of the same, though we practiced the potions they told us to make. These completed potions would then be taken and sold to finance us. I was a free labor perse. I was basically kidnapped then told to learn here. They tell me this is for my benefit but make me work for them for free, calling it a class. I did learn a lot, but they still expected me to be grateful after all of this. I silently did it while taking off two of the twelve favors I had decided to owe the kingdom. I stared at fifteen. The sheer boredom of the place made me take away three. Now I only owed them ten favors for this boring place.

The class was over, and I created about fifteen potions in total. They were all just normal Health potions. They increased recovery speed at a rate faster than normal. I wanted to take one of these potions into my lab to study it. I leaped ahead of my class since they were still making Minor health potions. The teacher started talking about how the class should look up to me for my brains and stop looking down my shirts. I had to comment on that.

"They can put a whole hand in there if they have the balls, but none of these beta boys do," I comment, silencing the room. The teacher sighed and continued as if I said nothing. When I asked questions about the content, they would answer. If I put my two cents in trying to get people to man up and do something to me, they would ignore it and move on. I was growing steadily more annoyed and horny as the days went on.

My next class was the magic shooting class. This was to drain us of our stores of mana to move to the next class meditation. The magic shooter was interesting. I would call it what it is, though, Magic practice. It was entirely made to adjust to the realities of casting magic. I could learn a bunch of natural magics but the void one still confused me a lot. However, I had a favorite attacking spell with it. This thing scared me and made me think of the properties of it even more. I needed time in my lab studying it further my knowledge of it.

What this spell did was bring the void into existence where their void is a lack of existence. It is nothingness in reality. This goes against reality, and it tears the fabric of it as long as I expend mana on it. When I projectile it, it becomes a rend in reality in a boomerang fashion moving forward. It was so interesting, and it destroyed part of the facility where we practiced. I was then asked not to do it again.

I let it go knowing if I caused excessive damage, I would be pissed too. I sighed and started to try out what they called Magic Neutral spells. This is where I learned the language spell. There were others as well, but this one was of particular interest to me. Each time I would cast a spell, I would get that dark Purplish black glow on my hand. This put what happened during my first days here more into perspective on what happened.

After the Magic shooting class, which was boring since I wasn't allowed to rend reality, was Meditation. I had a simple way to explain this experience.

Hell.

Living.

Boring.

HELL!

I gathered mana slowly and at a fucking crawl. I was annoyed that I did, then I would think about how I wanted to get raped. Then my mind would drift to past experiences, and I would get a hard-on. The hard-on would be extremely uncomfortable as it was up to my crack, and I was sitting. It became a hellscape that I did not enjoy in the slightest.

Then I came to my last class. Physical Education. This was interesting, at least as the Academy didn't want their students sitting all day. So we ran some laps and lifted some pathetic weights. My enhanced body shrugged off this little exercise easily. This was when I knew I needed to train more to get the most of this body. I went hard on the Physical training trying to work off my extra horniness, never to succeed. Then it was free time for hours before bed. Every day this repeated.

The only thing that changed was the beginning class to other things about this world, such as geography, the Political climate, and some other shit I barely cared about. I was just as disruptive. I did take in the information, though, since I did not want to be reincarnated into a bug or something else for eternity.

Days turned into weeks into months of this. Soon a winter fell as I was reaching super annoyed with everyone. I was even snarkier in classes making teachers even angrier. The beta boys still hadn't manned up. When one day, soon after exams, I was stopped just after classes.

It was my first-period teacher with brown hair in a ponytail inside a teal robe. She looked down on me as sweat dripped from my brow. She looked pissed off, I thought. I was proven correct several seconds later.

"Clarissa, follow me; I have a punishment for you..." She trailed off, and she didn't need to say anymore. I was following her like she was a floatation device in the middle of the ocean. We walked out into a nearby forest, and there was a cabin. This looked like a storage shed out here for gym equipment. My cock started to harden as many thoughts entered my mind. My nipples started to get erect just from my fantasies. She opened the door, and there was random equipment for trips into the forest. There was hunting gear as well. It was pretty open with a lot more space than I expected.

The door closed behind me as I entered. She turned and looked at me. "Clarissa, Fuck you..." She trailed off, and I saw anger bubbling to the surface. My smile started to grow, and her anger bubbled up even more. She turned and grabbed a rope off the wall. My cock started to harden even more. "You have FUCKED UP MY RATINGS! MY FUCKING REPUTATION!" The Rope lashed forward and hit me across my chest. My breasts stung like no other, but my pants strained to restrain my cock.

"I USED TO HAVE THE BEST RECORD!" The Rope hit me again across the face splitting my lip. "ALL OF MY STUDENTS BUT YOU FAILED!" Her anger destroyed her logical thought patterns, and she moved forward, slapping me instead of with the rope. "THEY ALL FAILED BECAUSE OF THESE!" She slapped my breasts before ripping off my shirt. My barely contained breasts popped out with nipples slowly working their way out from the inverted state.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, BITCH?!" She screamed in my face, then she removed my short skirt and tore off my panties. My cock sprang free, and she roared with anger. "What the FUCK IS THIS!" She asked, grabbing my cock and balls squeezing. I groaned, and my cock hardened at the treatment.

She then picked up the rope and tied my hands. "YOU WANT TO GET RAPED BITCH?! FINE!" She screamed and pushed me against the wall. With my arms tied, I couldn't stay standing and fell over. She pounced on me and punched my stomach. I coughed out all my air, and she slapped my breasts. "These fucking things!" She yelled. Then she started to slap them again and again. Over and over and the pain and pleasure started to increase as she continued to slap them as I groaned, exclaimed, then moaned. I came to her slapping my breasts, and breast milk started to squirt out of them and onto her. She stood up, looking down on me, and took off her robe.

Then I knew she was ready for this. She went complete commando with nothing on. My cock was twitching at her breasts and tight pussy. I wanted action so badly for so long. She grabbed some things off the shelf and came back down. She kneed my stomach on the way down. HARD. I coughed for a couple of seconds only to scream out loud as something penetrated my nipple. I looked down as I was coughing to see a fish hook through my nipple. Then she went over to the other, and my scream continued as she pierced the other.

"These STUPID BREASTS!" She yelled out again as a little blood started to trickle down, joining the breast milk. She slapped them hard again, and more milk came out, and I had another mini orgasm. My cock just stood strong, pointing towards the heavens. "You like this, don't you?" Her voice oddly calm after that moment. "You weren't lying at all... You want those boys to find you and rape you..." She spoke with an odd calm. I looked up, and I saw a vicious smile.

A shiver of pleasure went up my spine. "Fucking perverts like you need a punishment for hurting your superiors." That calm voice stayed, and I felt her pussy around my cock as she penetrated herself. "At least this pervert has a good cock!" She exclaims, and the rope gags my mouth as she pushes it into my mouth. She tied it around my head, forcing it to stay. Then the fun began...

She started to fuck herself on my cock while slapping my sensitive breasts. I started having mini orgasms screaming into the gag. She would grab the fishing hooks and pull up, lifting me by my nipples. I continued to scream at the pain and pleasure. Soon my cock erupted into her, but she didn't pause, moving her tight pussy. She let go of the fishing hooks, and as I hit the ground, she punched me in the stomach again and again. I came again and again. She would slap my face, my tits, and all the while, she would moan as she took my cock into her.

I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT!

I came so much as my enhanced body was abused. She reached over and grabbed another rope. Somewhere in the back of my head, I wondered how much rope they had. She looped it around my breasts then tightened. My milk squirted everywhere while my full balls emptied into her. She didn't seem to care about anything but inflicting more pain and venting her emotions onto my helpless body.

My mind was overwhelmed in the pain and pleasure as she wrapped the rope around my neck. She tightened it, and it restrained my breathing as she fucked me and punched me. The world flashed with white as I was losing oxygen and cumming. Everything hurt more, everything felt better, and my sensitivity spiked. I ejaculated with everything I could. My breast milk sprayed all over. My cock sprayed sperm in to her thirsty pussy. My pussy sprayed ejaculate onto the ground into the growing puddle under me.

I then fainted to my new favorite teacher punching my stomach again while she choked me. I had the biggest orgasm of my life.