Notes

"Check this out!" The girl said, her thumb pressing me into the laminate table. She motioned to her friend that sat at the next seat. Other tinies roamed around, watching their larger companions nervously, dodging playful jabs and trying to ignore dangerous teasing. The girl, Claire, was a friend of a friend, and was usually fairly reserved. With our friends; however, she was known to "cut loose" and act rather raunchily. She also thought of tinies like myself as non-human toys, despite the knowing me for almost a year at this point.
She took her roll of tape out of her bag, and taped my legs and arms down tightly, binding me uncomfortably securely to the table. My vagina, now exposed for all the world to see, began to grow wet with anxious excitement, as I wondered what she and Ashley- another girl with the same view of tinies as Claire- would do to me now.
Claire slowly lowered her face towards me, before looking back at Ashley a moment before her nose would hit my chest.
"Bet I can make it cum in under 5 minutes!" She smiled quickly as my heart started racing.
Her cold nose touched my stomach, forcing goosebumps to rise on my bare skin. She gently drifted it down to my nethers, prodding me softly, straining against my sticky restraints. She pulled back for a second, before licking my vulva roughly, sending jolts of pleasurable energy straight to my brain. She sat back, raising her little finger and rubbing it on my clit in tight, circular motions, making me buck against the tape holding me spread eagle to the cold, hard table, simultaneously putting on a show for her friend staring and laughing at my struggles.
She reached into her bag, pulling out a cheaply made necklace she had clearly brought specifically for this purpose. She snapped the band, and pulled off a few of the round plastic beads. She took one in betwwen her thumb and forefinger, and then began to push it into my vagina, filling me up comfortably. Then she added another, and another, until I don't think I could have moved even if I wasn't taped down. She lowered her head, lapped at my discharge leaking on to the table, and then brought her tongue back up to my sensitive clit.
I came.
Claire immediately pulled back, wiping my cum off her tongue disgustedly.
"What was my time?" She asked Ashley, who was regarding me with an aloof expression.
"2:45, that's gotta be like, a new record or something!" They laughed, leaving me pressed against the cold material, beads still pressing intensely against my g-spot. They left me in this position, ignored for the next half hour until lunch ended.
"Hey Claire," Ashley said a few minutes before we left. "Can I have that tiny? I think it'd make a cute pencil decoration." She peeled my limbs up, uncaring for my comfort, and pulled out a thick mechanical pencil, almost as wide as my arm, and spit on it's eraser. She rubbed the end on my asshole, making me clench up in surprise. Annoyed, she pulled my ass cheeks apart with her fingers, and pressed the pencil even harder into my ass. With a wet pop, it slid a few millimeters into my ass, stretching my ring out about as much as the beads had stretched my vagina. She wrapped a hand around my waist, completely covering my entire body with her hand. Ashley shoved the pencil almost a full inch into my intestines, rearranging my anatomy roughly and making me cum on the spot in surprise. She ignored this, and put the pencil, along with me, back into her bag, zipping me up and walking to class.
The other pencils in the pocket pressed up against me, pushing the large intrusion in my ass against my walls. In a few minutes of this torture, my world opened up again, revealing a classroom. She pulled my pencil out and laid it down, pressing my face and boobs against the cold, smooth desk. She used my pencil for the rest of the day, letting people poke and prod me, never letting my poor anus take a rest. When she wrote, the vibrations from the pencil pushed against the beads still lodged in my vagina, and I had to force myself not to cum all over her papers all day, fearing she may give me away or leave me if I did.
It came to last period, and finally I thought this demeaning experience would be over. Instead, seemingly forgetting that I was more than a novelty eraser, she tossed me into her pencil pouch along with the rest of her school supplies, and packed me away. She left me, covered in hard plastic pens and pencils, filled up completely, for the entire night.
I soon learned that my new position as favourite pencil was permanent. I would be used throughout the school day, then left in her bag overnight, or all weekend unless she needed to write something at home, in which case I would be placed in a cup of pencils on her desk. The worst part; however, was definitely when Ashely zoned out, and would begin to chew on me like a regular pencil. She always stopped before she really bit down, but it got to the point where I would be put inside her mouth multiple times a day, forced to smell her musky breath and feel her slimy saliva coat my form.
And this is how my life continued for about a month, when I eventually was knocked off of her pencil. I laid, exhausted, on her desk, eyes begging for mercy. When she noticed, she merely plopped me into the side of her bag, and grabbed a new pencil.
It seems I will be resuming my job as prized pencil ornament after I rest for the weekend.