Meadowvale Academy Chapter 36
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 36: Greenhouse Effects Part 1
Hinata Kimuri considered herself fortunate to have landed in the position she did. Back in her native Tokyo she was seen as an outcast. It didn't matter how well positioned her father was with his company. Once it was found out that she had `too many body parts' as the school had politely phrased it, the loss of social standing was almost immediate. Her parents couldn't disavow her soon enough. It wasn't like they never knew. They were aware alright. They just thought they could keep her little secret from getting out. When that plan blew up in their faces, they shipped her off continent on the advice of a friend and moved to Okinawa to start over with their `normal' children.
She was sent to the sleepy little town of Meadowvale; a place her parents were told had a school for `people like her' in late August. Lost and abandoned when she boarded the jet, she wanted to cry in despair and may well have but for the Clearwater family. Clara, the red headed matriarch, met her at the airport several towns over holding a sign with her name on it in both Japanese and English. Not that it was needed as she spoke both languages in addition to Korean and Mandarin. On the way back, she explained that the school had been made aware of her impending arrival and had made arrangements to place her with their family. "They looked at your file and thought we would be a good match for you. Is it true you enjoy bonsai?" The red haired woman didn't wait for an answer. "Well, you're in luck girl. It just so happens that you're riding with the owner and proprietor of Clearwater Greenhouses." The pair, now having flora as a common bond, chatted animatedly about all things plants during the two hour drive.
It turned out Clara had three daughters, two who attended the academy and one who worked in the front office. A short stop at the shop they owned in town gave the Japanese girl a first impression of the community. There was so much space, so unlike Tokyo. Soon they were back on the road but it was only a few more minutes before she spotted the four greenhouses in the distance. As they pulled into the drive, the Kimuri girl glanced across the road and noticed several horses running around in a fenced off field. She had seen horses on TV and in the movies before but never for real until now.
"That's the Winchester Ranch," Clara informed her. "You'll like them, they are fine folks. You'll probably meet the two daughters when you go to school."
She was indeed fortunate. She was among her own and as she wanted to study botany once she graduated, living on a flower farm was a perfect fit. She helped out for the rest of the summer, getting used to her surroundings. By the time school started they had agreed on a more formal arrangement. Hinata would work in the shop after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and in the greenhouses on Saturdays in exchange for room, board, tuition and a little extra. She got along well with the entire family. She'd even shared a bed with Amanda occasionally. The two girls being seniors, they saw a good amount of each other, at school, in the shop, in the greenhouses, and at home.
She was indeed fortunate. It's what she kept telling herself as Alicia Walters roughly face fucked her behind the geranium beds in Greenhouse C. The short blonde junior had been hired some two weeks ago. It took her less than 48 hours to tease out the submissive side of the foreign girl. There was no mistaking the fact that she was used to getting her way in all things. She had been definitely doing so with Hinata this past week. A day didn't go by when the Asian didn't end up on her knees sucking her cock; often more than once. But she was fortunate. Yes she was.
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Clara stirred the contents of the pot and then sat back down at the table, picking up the pharmaceutical literature Sally Ann had gotten from her girlfriend Stella. It was early days and the medicines were still in the trial stages so the `pamphlets', if you could call them that, were little more than blocks of text on a matte background. Even the graphs were basic. All of which was fine by her. The older woman wasn't so much interested in the deep science as she was the instructions on how much and when.
The entire household had been on Seedomil 2.0 for about a week now. That was pretty straightforward; one pill a day taken in the morning. The results had been impressive to date at least anecdotally. Dr. Pang wanted to bring them all in for the `pump test' soon. The annual Christmas Cum Drive for Meadowvale Labs was in less than a week. The red haired matriarch decided to try to tie the two together. If she could get the testing done at the lab it would save time. The Mason Estate and the academy were a longer drive. Both were in the country and on the opposite side of the town. The first was especially distant, some 40 minutes farther out than the school. It was Christmas season and she was in the flower business. Time had to be planned for.
Another big addition medically was a newer drug called Mesmermamillin. To date the only Clearwater's on it were Sally Ann and herself. Her daughter started on it a week ago. She had begun sticking herself with the doser pen Friday evening. According to what she was reading, she should be active by now. "We'll find out soon enough," she guessed. "I didn't start stabbing my ass for no reason."
It was a quid pro quo type of arrangement that they had with the medical professionals in town. Stella's long term relationship with Sally Ann put the family on the fast track when something new rolled out of the labs be they the main one run by Patricia Wellesley, the one at school run by Doris Hanratty, or even the satellite research station on the Mason Estate run by Jessica Pang. The three worked closely together and shared information. If one knew it, they all knew it and if they all knew it, Stella did too. And if she did, so did the Clearwater's. The family didn't have to try every product they cooked up, but they usually had access to them before most others. It certainly was convenient.
From what she had been able to discern, the Clearwater's weren't the only new additions to the Seedomil 2.0 trials. Apparently everyone on the Mason Estate was already on it and had been for a few weeks now. She couldn't fathom what Gracey Mills loads must look like at the moment. She had seen her in action. With this in her system she was probably a water cannon. The Hanratty household had followed suit after that. Of course the Wellesley's were also a part of it. She had a bit of Dr. Jekyll in her, that one. In the last 14 days, that number had ballooned according to Stella. If she was reading the files accurately, the Roundtrees had bargained access for access just over a week ago as well. Maggie had developed this new cock growing balm she had coined `Beanstalk' and word was that it doubled length short term. Clara had her doubts about the veracity of that claim. She'd need to see it to believe it. The La Salle's and also jumped on board. Roberta Anders and her partner Ulrike Bergheim had also signed on. Olivia Hardin was recently started on it, the rest of the clan a day later. Ruth Finney began her regimen at the same time, but that was hardly a surprise given her relationship with Iris. And there was this Evelyn Kendall in the trial whom she had never heard of. "Must be a new arrival in town," she mused.
The Mesmermamillin was less widespread. Given what the drug did the doctors wanted to limit the testing to those 18 or older for the time being, a limitation that was reflected in the list of trail participants. The private website Stella had access to showed this and she had looked over her shoulder this morning. The girl spent as much time here as she did at her own home lately. Her own name had been added below her daughter's on the latest update. Stella was there as well. So were Patricia and Cameron Wellesley. And five other new entries: Doris Hanratty, beneath her niece, Brenda La Salle, Magnolia Roundtree, Pineapple Roundtree, and the Kendall woman once again.
Finally there was Carettathol. A pharmaceutical with implications far beyond sexual performance, once a person had been on the regimen for 48 hours they could hold their breath for increasingly long periods of time. Trials were limited to date, there were results only for June Halversson who best time to date was 5 minutes and 44 seconds. Her three children had also been started on the medicine a week ago Monday, meaning they would be active now. Sally Ann had spoke to her about it Thursday evening after she had seen the results firsthand. She immediately called Stella.
There were even more concoctions out there as well, some longer term regimens that were more permanent, others short and temporary. Pherocum was one of the former and was still being tinkered with according to Stella. The ejaculate of a person using it laced the immediate environment with pheromones. "That sounds like the party drug to end all party drugs," she observed silently. And then there was the one that held her interest, Lustrium. A concentrated, targeted version of the first, it could be used as a perfume to pull down the inhibitions of a single person but needed a sample of the subject's DNA. She fingered a vial in her front pocket and then checked the pot once more.
Of course, the mechanically minded members of their community didn't want to be left off of the innovation train either. Gracey Mills was already working on improvements for what she had coined `The Cradle' and Brenda and Quinn at LaSalle's Lingerie had already rolled out a new version of Happy Pants. Not to mention that Gracey and Ulrike Bergheim had just rolled out a newer version of the contraption that Doris Hanratty and Astrid Mason dreamt up. Apparently, the latter was wearing one now according. "That's a bit of an eyebrow raiser. I wouldn't mind hearing the story behind that." It wouldn't surprise her at all if the Fenwell Group didn't have horses in all three of those races. Their footprint seemed to be all over the community so far without protest. All told when it came to different ways for a person to sate their sexual desires, no one had anything on Meadowvale.
She heard the vehicles approach the house before she saw them. Looking up from her goings on, she walked over the screen door and then out onto the veranda. Sure enough Heather was driving the flatbed again. She should have never taught her to drive the tractor. "If she gets busted for driving without a license before she even turns 16 I am going to tan that hide," she promised silently. "Amanda needs to learn to say no to her." She counted three girls inside as the truck rumbled on by going in the direction of the barn. "Three?"
Behind it some fifty feet was the crew cab with Sally Ann and Esmeralda in the front and Stella and Mila in the back. The matriarch wasn't quite sure what was going on there. Sally Ann had been going steady with Stella for a few years now. If they weren't a couple yet, they never would be. Mila was relatively new, only being introduced at the homestead in the past couple of weeks by the Cantwell girl. They both seemed to enjoy her company equally. "And now there was a fourth?"
Sally Ann slowed down at her mother's stern look and the window lowered. "Hinata and Alicia are in C, grab them up dinner will be ready soon," she heard her call out.
"Ok, that could have been worse," she declared to the others, relieved. "I thought she was going to ream me out because Heather was behind the wheel."
"Oh, you'll probably still get yours at some point," Stella chirped once they pulled away again.
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Piped in orchestra music in the background, Alicia sighed as she began pumping her load down the throat of her Japanese counterpart. Once she got her on her knees the first time, she quickly realized that whoever had taught her how to suck cock, had taught her well. Since then she had taken her every which way, filled every hole. "What a find," she gloated inwardly. Her grandmother had arranged for this position, no doubt to keep her out of her hair. That's fine; she really didn't need her anyway. Her parents only sent her to Meadowvale to begin with because they wanted her away from the city and attending a school with other futas. She was invited to dinner with the family tonight, her first time for that. "They must really like the work I do here. I'm going to ask them if they have an extra room," she declared to herself. It would make it so much easier to only have to travel between the school and the greenhouses. She looked down as she felt her surging begin to lessen "If they have a place for this one, surely they would have one for me."
"Take it all Sushi Girl," she sneered as she finished . "I'll have more for you later. We can decide where I'll put it then." She withdrew and re-fastened her overalls. They all wore them here when they were in the greenhouses. They had plenty of pockets and were easily shed. She looked at her watch. It was almost 5 PM. Time to close up. "Come on, let's go; we're done for the day," Alicia stated not waiting for Hinata as she walked towards the entrance.
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Food long gone and kitchen cleaned, they all sat in the living room after dinner. There were 10 of them this time. Heather had brought Fiona Morrissey home with her. Both were starters on the baseball team Fiona at first base, her daughter wearing the tools of ignorance.
"She's alone at home tonight and tomorrow," her youngest explained to her mother at the time. "Her Mom is out of town and her older sister is at Ridgeway."
The two of them now sat in the oversized lounger the blonde splayed side to side on the lap of her hostess using the arm as a backrest. The quartet of Sally Ann, Stella, Mila, and Esmeralda had commandeered the couch. Hinata sat obediently at the feet of Alicia, leaning against her leg as the other gently pet her head. The blonde sat on a padded pew beside Amanda as Clara finished up in the kitchen.
"She would have her too in the end," the Walters girl predicted silently as she smiled duplicitously at the senior. "It was easy to see which end of the scale she was on. She lived to be on the bottom."
The fireplace had been lit and orchestral mood music was playing softly in the background.
"Her mother had always claimed it helped the plants grow," Sally Ann mused, playing with the hair of the brunette beside her. "I just think she didn't like music with words."
The matriarch of the Clearwater household hung up the dishtowel after wiping down the counter and grabbed the vial from her pocket. It had been relatively easy to get the sample needed for this dose of Lustrium. She unscrewed the top and dabbing it on her finger circled each of her nipples, drew an invisible line between her breasts, and touched up both armpits. Reaching into her overalls she applied the drug to a couple other strategic places as well. Smiling to herself, she put the container back into her pocket and entered the living room.
As it happened, and by design if truth be told, there was only one open seat in the room, the end of the padded pew beside Alicia Walters. She slid in beside her and casually laying her arm across the back smiled at the short haired blonde.
"So how was Greenhouse C this afternoon? Did all the poinsettias get moved to the side door for loading?" she asked the girl beside her.
"They are waiting to be put on the trailer now," she replied self-satisfied. She would show the woman how indispensable she was. "Was it getting hot in here?" she thought glancing at the fireplace. It didn't seem to be burning any hotter than it was, but she sure was starting to.
"That's right girl, breath it in," Clara silently prodded unhooking one of clasps of her overall bib. "That's good to hear. I knew I could count on you," she praised giving her a bit of a squeeze momentarily pushing her nose into her armpit. She heard the nasal inhale and smiled. The girl needed to be taught a lesson and it had fallen on her to do the teaching. Speedy Edie Walters had phoned her a couple of weeks back with the problem and they met for coffee at Gemini's.
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"Her parents have pretty much given up trying to get her to stop being such a brat to be honest. They sent her to me to get her away from her friends and the city. They think getting her into a different crowd will change her."
"What do you think?" she posited
"The kid isn't for changing, not voluntarily anyway," she informed her friend. "She has been spoiled her entire life. Has her own mother under her thumb. I've been trying to bring her around for years because my daughter won't. She tuned me out a while ago."
"So you want me to give it a try then?"
"Anything is better than what we are trying now. By all means, have at it," she offered. "I'm warning you though, it won't be easy."
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The second clasp was undone, the bib fell. She unbuttoned her shirt letting the material fall away from her 42 inch breasts. She inhaled her chest pushing out slightly as an areola rubbed up against the blonde girl's cheek. She looked on as Alicia's nostrils flared again and her mouth opened slightly. Clara tilted slightly, the other licked her lips as the first's right nipple found her mouth.
She began to feed on the older woman's warm milk. The smacking sounds of her suckle provided a peaceful comfort and hardened cocks all around.
"Is my little girl hungry?" the matriarch asked quietly. "Does she want to feed? Yeeeeesssss, yes you do. You want to drink up Mummy Clara's milk don't you? You want to be my little girl." She rested her head in the crook of her arm as she slowly began to pull the strings of the junior. She nodded to her eldest child who quickly and efficiently disrobed the Walters girl as the older redhead wriggled out of her own garments. Nearly as impressive as her tits, her monstrously thick 11 inch cock was heavy and stiff. Amanda lined the smaller one's ass up over top of the head of the organ.
Grabbing some lube from the end table (this wasn't the first time the room had served as an orgy pit), she generously coated the girls darkstar inside and out. One finger, two, three, then four. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. She spread the cream on thick, the two Clearwater's wanted her as slippery as possible. She started to push back against the digits. Finally Baby Alicia was ready for her first fucking.
Clara held her head to her breast and hugged her close trapping her in place. She felt the other's sphincter kiss the crown of her tool. Her daughter's hands held the hips still and the woman's pipe deliberately penetrated the rosebud at a steady pace. She watched the desperation form on Alicia's face as her flesh pushed deeper and deeper. "It's time for Mummy Clara to fuck her little girl." The suckling intensified, eyes widened, and still the hole was expanded by the greasy pole that wouldn't be denied. Her overripe balls finally came to rest against younger flesh. She pulled out all but the crown and slowly pushed her length back in as Amanda wrapped her hand around the junior's steely member. The two redheads fell into a slow rhythm and commenced breaking the will of the girl between them.
End of Chapter 36