Chapter 3: Between Class 12A1 and the Remote in Daddy's Pocket
7:45 a.m
Saint Gabriel International School, Bangkok.
The bell rings. Rich brats laughing, heels clacking everywhere.
Diệp Miêu walks like a fucking zombie.
Crisp white uniform, tie perfect, pleated skirt exactly 3 cm above the knee, high ponytail, barely any makeup, just a little pink lip tint.
Nobody knows what's under that skirt.
Her swollen cunt locked in a black metal chastity cage since last night.
Her asshole stuffed with a silver fox-tail plug, the fluffy tail hidden under the pleats.
And nobody knows that in the pocket of the guy sitting in the black Maybach parked right outside the gate, there's a little black remote just begging to be pressed.
She sits third row from the back, window seat.
The second her ass touches the chair, the plug shoves another 2 cm deeper. A tiny whimper escapes; she slams her hand over her mouth.
Ms. Rose, the strict British math teacher, walks in.
"Open page 78. Calculus today."
Diệp Miêu opens the book with shaking hands.
Five minutes later her phone buzzes.
[Daddy]: Morning, little whore. Being a good girl?
Before she can type back, the cage in her cunt starts vibrating. Low at first, but the tiny spikes inside scrape her swollen clit nonstop.
She jerks hard, pen clatters to the floor.
"Miêu, you okay?" Lily whispers from the next seat.
"I-I'm fine…" She bends to pick it up, face burning.
Second text.
[Master]: Unbutton the third button. I wanna see that tit crack.
She glances out the window. The Maybach hasn't moved. Tinted glass, but she knows two pairs of eyes are glued to her.
Trembling, she pretends to fix her tie and pops the third button. White lace bra peeks out; her tits are heaving.
The remote kicks harder, wave mode now, pulsing stronger each time.
She bites her lip bloody, grips the desk, thighs clamped so tight they shake.
Ms. Rose turns around.
"Diệp Miêu, come solve problem 4 on the board."
Forty-two pairs of eyes on her.
She stands. Legs like jelly. Every step twists the plug in her ass and grinds the cage against her clit. Cunt juice is already soaking the lining of her skirt.
She reaches the board. Chalk slips from her fingers twice.
Behind her, everyone just sees a shy good girl blushing.
Nobody sees the cunt under her skirt throbbing like a second heartbeat, seconds from exploding.
Final text.
[Daddy]: Cum. Right now on that board. Permission granted.
Remote slams to max. Turbo mode, violent as fuck. She freezes. Eyes blur. Mouth open, no sound allowed.
Then her whole body spasms. A hot gush squirts inside her locked cunt, floods the skirt lining, drips down her thighs.
She just came standing at the fucking blackboard in front of the entire class.
Skirt's long enough, nobody notices.
But outside, two mafia bastards are grinning like devils.
Bell rings. She bolts to the girls' toilet, locks the last stall, collapses on the toilet seat.
Skirt yanked up to her tits. Cunt beet-red, cage soaked, thick white pussy juice coating every spike.
She cries, but her fingers still reach down, desperate to rip the cage off, desperate to rub her clit raw. No key.
New text.
[Master]: After school, gate. Don't wipe your slut cunt. I wanna smell how wet you are in the car.
11:30 a.m., school gate.
Maybach door opens.
Hắc Lãnh in the back, black shirt unbuttoned, whisky in hand.
Lãnh Tuyệt opposite him, legs crossed, cigar glowing.
She climbs in. Door shuts. Instantly dragged onto Hắc Lãnh's lap.
He flips her skirt up to her chest, stares at the dripping mess.
"Fucking hell, you came that hard, you little whore?"
Lãnh Tuyệt slides two fingers over the cage, taps the metal.
"I told you not to clean it and you obeyed. Good bitch. Reward time."
He pulls out the tiny key, unlocks the cage.
Her clit is swollen like a fucking pea, angry red from being trapped all night.
One light touch and she screams: "Master… I'm… I'm cumming again…"
Clear squirt blasts straight into his palm.
Hắc Lãnh laughs, shoves her head down.
"Lick your Master's hand clean."
She laps it up obediently, her own slut juice filling her mouth again.
Car speeds straight to Black Sin, underground level, the private dungeon only they and their most trusted men ever enter.
One-way glass walls, steel floor, ceiling hooks, St. Andrew's cross, fuck chair, walls lined with every toy known to man.
Ten seconds later she's butt-ass naked except the silver collar that says "BITCH" in Thai and the fox tail plug still lodged in her asshole.
Lãnh Tuyệt picks up a steel-tipped whip.
Hắc Lãnh slips on spiked silver knuckle gloves.
New rule announced:
"Today you learn how to apologize for cumming without permission."
First lash slices across her left tit.
She screams and drops.
Spiked glove cracks across her face, then grabs her throat and hauls her up.
"Stand straight. Hands on the wall. Ass out."
Fifty whip lashes. Twenty spiked slaps. Ten forced kneeling apologies:
"This dirty whore was wrong… please forgive me, Master… I won't cum without permission again…"
By the end her whole body is striped red, tits and ass bleeding in thin lines, voice hoarse from crying.
But her cunt? Dripping worse than ever.
Lãnh Tuyệt throws the whip away, straps her to the fuck chair, legs forced 180° open, arms chained above her head.
Pussy swollen wide, clit sticking out begging to be destroyed.
Hắc Lãnh sets up the fucking machine, mounts a thick black dildo the size of a wrist, starts it on the slowest speed.
Rule:
"Don't cum until I count to 100. Cum early and you don't sleep tonight."
Machine starts pounding. Every thrust slams into her cervix.
She wails, tears and snot everywhere, but her cunt grips the fake cock like it's life.
"One… two… three…"
Lãnh Tuyệt counts slow, puffing cigar smoke into her face.
At 67 she loses it, screams, squirts so hard it splashes Hắc Lãnh's chest.
Punishment: another 100.
Four fucking hours.
She passes out and wakes up three times, machine never stopping. Each time she wakes she's forced to beg:
"Please let me suck your cock, please let me drink your cum…"
Finally, sunset outside, Lãnh Tuyệt yanks the dildo out, slams his real cock in, fucks her raw until he pumps her womb full.
Hắc Lãnh shoves down her throat and unloads straight into her stomach.
She collapses on the cold steel floor covered in cum, squirt, and whip blood.
Lãnh Tuyệt leans down, whispers in her ear:
"Every time you sit in class from now on, you'll remember today.
Remember whose cunt this is.
Remember one press of my remote and you'll soak your chair like the freshly deflowered whore you are."
He kisses her forehead, soft, almost gentle. It scares her more than the whip.
Hắc Lãnh shoves the fox tail plug back in, locks a new cage on her clit (this one has a light shock function).
Wraps her in his jacket, carries her to the car.
"Take her back to the dorm. Let the bitch sleep. She's got school tomorrow."
Maybach rolls into the Bangkok night.
Diệp Miêu passes out on Hắc Lãnh's lap, mumbling in her sleep:
"Master… Daddy… I belong to both of you… forever…"