4. Breakfast

"Morning, fuckslut."

Before she could even open her eyes, two fingers were thrust into her pussy. She moaned and pressed against them.

"So our bitch is still in heat?" Frank looked down at her smiling. "Must be a new experience not to be able to play with your cunt all night. On our Paris trip you did it at least twice daily, didn't you?"

He untied her.

"Come on, course whore, breakfast time."

When she heard the word breakfast, her stomach growled. She followed frank into the kitchen. Only when she saw the looks the others gave her did she realize she was naked. Instinctively she tried to cover herself.

"Look at our course whore. Last night she begs everyone to fuck her and this morning she plays coy. You can leave that, slit, we all had a good look at your cunt yesterday and you can't cover those big udders with your hands anyway. So stop it and pour our coffee."

Wordlessly she obeyed. When she had served them all she noticed there was no place for her at the table. Uncertainly she remained standing. Birte looked up.

"If you haven't go anything to do, kneel. After all you are to look up to your betters."

Blushing she obeyed.

"Don't I get any breakfast," she asked in a small voice.

"You? Sure. If you want anything, just ask us."

"Could I have some toast?"

"Nahhh, it's not as easy as that," Birte explained. "look under the couch. You'll find a small gift from us."

Anne went over and blanched: a dog bowl. When she pulled it out she saw the inscription: Anne, bitch in heat. She gulped. In her head pictures appeared, pictures of bitches being mounted. Involuntarily she pushed her ass backward as if ready to be mounted. She heard giggling.

"She has a fat ass and now she even pushes it out."

That from Birte who was rather chubby herself. Anne swallowed her pride and crawled over to Birte.

"Can I have some toast now?" she asked submissively.

"That is 'Can the fucking course whore have some toast, PLEASE?" Birte corrected.

Anne repeated the sentence her face red with shame. Being used for sex was one thing, but begging like a pet in front of everyone carried its own humiliation. Birte nodded, bit off a piece of toast and dropped it into the bowl from her mouth.

"If you want more, ask the others."

Anne looked up at Jan who was sitting next to Birte. Jan raised his eyebrow and Anne repeated her plea.

"No," Jan shook his head. "We had the 'fucking course whore'. What about a little variation?"

The others grinned expectantly and Anne thought feverishly.

"Can the horny cumdump have some food, Please?"

Jan bit off a piece of role and spat it into the bowl. Anne crawled further. Obviously they expected her to make the rounds.

"Can this diddling whore have some food, please?"

Lukas smiled while he dropped a piece of bacon into the bowl.

"Can this dripping whorecunt have some food, please?"

Mattes bit of a piece of cheese.

"Can this exhibitionist maso-cunt have some food, please?"

Kathy blushed and threw the piece of bread she was holding into the bowl.

"Can this cum-craving cocksucker have some food, please?"

"Is that an offer? Maybe I should give you my cock for breakfast. Cum is supposed to be rich in calories," Roland smirked, the spit some scrambled egg into the bowl. While Anne crawled on, she desperately tried to find more degrading phrases. She almost didn't care if she got food, but demeaning herself in front of the students was driving her crazy with need.

"Can this perverted sow have some food, please?"

Manu poured some muesli into the bowl.

"Can this filthy cock-licking slut have some food, please?"

Peter grinned while he scraped his leftovers into her bowl.

"Can this cheap cum-guzzler have some food, please?"

"Well, I can't let you have any cum right now," Mario grinned. "But maybe this will serve."

He quickly put two large spoons of jughurt into his mouth, leaned forward and let them drip from his lips. It did look like a load of cum on the scraps in the bowl. There was general merriment while she crawled towards Chrissi.

"Can this diddling whore have some food, please?"

Chrissi pretended not to hear, but bit off the top half of a boiled egg and chewed. Then she leaned down and spit it into the bowl.

"You love having eggs in your mouth don't you?"

That created another round of laughter. Her face fiery red and her pussy dripping Anne finally reached Frank.

"Can this horny fuckpig have some food, please?"

"I think your breakfast is a bit dry, Fuckpig. Turn around."

Uncertainly Anne obeyed. She felt something cold and metallic make its way into her cunt. When she was allowed to turn back she saw Frank holding a spoon glistening with her pussyjuice. Slowly he let the slimy drip onto her food, added a bit of milk, then squashed everything with the spoon.

"Enjoy your breakfast, fuckpig. And don't even dram of using your hands. A cunt animal like you feeds like an animal."

Anne dipped her face into the revolting mixture and lapped it up. The young people watching sipping their coffee. When she was done her face was filthy. Kathy pushed the rest into her mouth with her fingers.

"Thank you," Anne said in a submissive voice.

Wordlessly Kathy offered her her finger for cleaning.