Meadowvale Academy

By USA

Published on Oct 26, 2021

Highschool

Meadowvale Academy Chapter 78

These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.

Meadowvale Academy

Chapter 78: The Girls are Back in Town: Part 2

Doctor Patricia Wellesley assigned five staffers in addition to herself to Gemini's for Visitation Day. She had paired off with the clinic's newest member Doctor Owena Kendrick and her long time colleagues Felicity Charles and Deborah Miller had formed a second team. The first duo methodically worked through the line Meadowvale seniors dosing each with an upgraded regimen of their daily meds while the second performed a similar duty on the students and teachers from Ridgeway Women's College. Each was sat at an injection station and hooked up to an IV, then fed a solution that was, for the most part, a combination of the different supplements they had been taking on a daily basis: Seedomil, Milkmade, Softserve, Fecalmillium, Bactromin, and Carettaphin. The last was an upgrade on the Carettathol regimen. It was a single dose med and faster acting but didn't last as long as its predecessor, typically washing out of a person's system within 48 hours. Additionally, it was Seedomil Industrial they used today. All involved with the planning agreed that they wanted the girls to cum and cum and cum today.

The head clinician checked the IV in Achava Margolis's arm once more then glanced around the room taking in the scene. In the chair next to her Devon Van Der Damme was getting similarly treated by the grey haired Owena Kendrick. She found the Welsh doctor a breath of fresh air. Her no nonsense attitude was balanced by a quirky sense of humour and she was also very good with the patients. A few feet away Felicity and Deborah were carrying out the same duties with a pair of university professors whom she recognized from past occasions like this one.

The older lady on the left was Gisela Blumenfeld. Rumour had it that she was going to retire in a couple of years and this would be the last Bonded Daughter she took on. "I can understand why she wanted to be a part of this," the physician commented inwardly. As her meds were fed into her, the woman guided the head of a blonde student, her current slave, up and down on her cock. The familial resemblance, even over two generations was obvious, though Patricia had checked the register, she knew the girl on her knees was her granddaughter Hannelore. Next to her was Lorena DeLeon. Her length was being serviced by the freckled brunette Lily Foster. She peered over at the line of academy seniors to her younger sister Bettany. They were both so gorgeous. There was a star beside the latter's name in the register and a note indicating that the girl had been pre-selected by one of the Ridgeway staff. The doctor was getting hard thinking about the two siblings together. "I'm going to have to have a word with those two women."

A little further the other four members of their team, also in two pairs, were carrying out the second part of their duties, fixing a Cockblocker Triple to each student that came to them, be they from Meadowvale Academy or Ridgeway Women's College, for even the Mistress Mothers at one point or another wore the collar of servitude. The professors that had led the entourage had ultimate control, but they knew their girls best. They knew which ones craved denial and which ones functioned best when their balls were free. The staff at the MHC always left it up to them to determine which was which on this day. Besides, a little refresher course never hurt anyone. A white collar with mauve trim was also fastened to the necks of each of the potential pledges, symbolic of their future commitment to Mu Upsilon Mu.

Once that was finished, the seniors from the academy would be assigned their mentors on the day and then the group would be guided to the apparatus of their choice and if need be, instructed as to its use. As the line had moved along, this had already taken place in a couple of cases. Evelyn Kendall and Sally Ann Clearwater were currently strapping Georgina Mills into one of the Chikritan 550Ds as Elisha Braddock, Tristan Charles, and Jasmin Ellis looked on. The heavyset blonde had quite the cock on her, according to her records it was a full foot in length. "And thick too," she noted impressed watching the professor slide her hand up and down its girth. Soon they would be joined by a second senior, possibly even a third as there were three of them. It's not like the trio would be responsible for filling all of their stomachs. No, once the doors opened at 11:00 there would be shit enough to go around. Every year Gemini's packed the house for Visitation Day and this year every person who walked through the door, staff and patron alike would get a free IV of the same regimen they were doling out now with a dose of Mesmermamillan added in for good measure.

Principal Hannah Gallagher formed the second team with red haired Kari Johanssen. Together they were escorting a group consisting of Saffron Kozslowski, Gwendolyn Darnett and Pineapple Roundtree. The two youngest towered over their mistress, but from what had heard, that was how she liked it. She enjoyed having the power to force giants to kneel before her. As it was, the university junior had both of them furiously lengthening their cocks with Beanstalk. Presently they halted in front of communal shitpit at the center of the carnal bloom of apparatus on the floor.

"In you get," she heard the black haired girl instruct the other two as she thumbed her cellphone. "No, no, don't remove your clothes. Get in just like that." Hannah watched as their nostrils flared momentarily and they blindly obeyed the older girl. First one leg, then the other, even as they jacked themselves. Both were now over 16 inches in length. "Sit," came the one word command. Robotically, they slowly sunk into the sludge beside each other and leaned back against the wall. "Make your cocks longer, make them longer still. Feed each other when you do, feed each other big handfuls of yummy shit." Again, as if in a trance, they followed her directives. "Feed each other, smear it on, make yourselves filthy for your mistress. Eat some more."

On and on it went, their frenzy grew more desperate as their arousal increased. They leaned heavily against each other now legs scissoring the other as the crowns of the tools bumped the chin of the other. "Make your cocks all nice and sludgy and share them with your new friend. Open your mouth sweet Gwendolyn, show Pineapple how." The girl who's bright red crew cut was now a dark shade of brown began sliding her lips over the shaft of the herbalist's daughter. "Good, good. Now you lovely girl, take my slave's cock into your mouth, take it deep. In and out, in and out. Yeeeeeeesssss, just like that. You're such a good girl. Both of you; good, good girls. Reach down into the shit and put your fingers in each other's pussies now. Fuck each other, fuck each other deep, three fingers." The directives from the short girl came rapidly and her two filthy chattels strove to fulfill her wishes ascending higher and higher on their own carnal climb, hoping to be allowed to reach their collective peaks.

"Are you ready to cum now? Are you ready to fill each other's mouth with your seed? I'll bet you are, aren't you?" Saffron pulled up her body tight purple mini and backed over the heads of the two girls who were facing each other and lost in lust. She had set the release of their cockblockers on a timer in her cellphone and set it on one of the examination tables where she could see it. As the countdown neared its conclusion she spread her 38 inch cheeks and lowered herself until each orb rested just above the sides of their pistoning heads. A ding from her phone and a pair of muffled squeals told her what she needed to know. She finished her descent, pinning the heads of the two girls in place as her shit mounded on the two surging cocks below and the sluiced into the mouths they were slamming into.

Her balls were careening with cum. She began jacking herself as her fudge continued its relentless march downwards. One of them would get this load; she had not decided which yet. It was too bad she didn't have two cocks; both girls were so deserving of her cum. Yes, two cocks would be so nice. A hardened tool appeared in front of her face and she looked up to see Dr. Johanssen standing above her prodding her mouth with her steely pipe just as she felt her partner Hannah take a seat beside her. A hand replaced her own and a second found her own pink. Her lips parted willingly and the fleshy intruder was welcomed in. Her face was fucked, her cock was stroked, her shit was eaten. It wasn't even 11:00 yet. It was going to be a really good day.

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Patricia turned to Owena when she noticed Alma Ozolina wave her over from a few feet away. "I've started Camisha here on her IV. Can you keep an eye on her for a moment?"

"Gladly, she's a cutie," the older woman volleyed with a smile. She absently thumbed the girl's crown causing her to hump upwards slightly. She peered at her lidded eyes as the other doctor left and thought silently "I wonder what she would look like in a chastity belt?"

"What can I do for you?" The brunette asked pushing her glasses up on her nose as she approached the fire chief.

"These boxes you have here, they are new?" the redhead asked, her Latvian roots evident in her speech.

"The Sludgemersibles?" the clinician identified. "Yes, yes they are we just got them in on Saturday. We have four units but four more on order. They are quite a clever design." She allowed the older woman to loop an arm over her shoulder and turn her towards the bar. Tangled up within the trio of Kelly and Kirby Forsythe as well as her sister Valda, the partially clothed Zita Ozolina hung supported by the other three as six hands fondled, fucked and felt her relentlessly. The latter clearly was quickly losing control of her circumstance and though a slight flicker of panic flashed across her features, it was soon doused by the tide of arousal that washed across her face.

"As I understand it, they have yet to be approved by the Town of Meadowvale," the first responder explained. "Normally, getting that would take weeks. We would have to test the units, see them in action."

"Yes, I can understand how that would be important," the physician replied her curiousity peaked.

"However, given the situation we find ourselves in, pulling the Sludgemersibles from the floor would hardly be an optimal solution," she admitted.

"Agreed," the other agreed as the pair watched the daughter of the first being carnally toyed with.

"Fortunately for us the one responsible for issuing papers like that, the by-law administrator, is my daughter. That's her over there, the one in the middle," Alma pointed out nodding towards the group of groping women. "She could probably carry out a test here today if we could have the use of one of the units."

"Really?"

"I think it would be doable," she asserted.

"It might be for the best," Patricia agreed as the pair started to stroll towards the closest of the cubes.

"Best for you, best for them, best for her," the redhead concurred in more detail.

"Best for her," the doctor echoed as the fire chief crooked her finger at her eldest daughter, Valda.

The taller of the two siblings flashed her ever present grin and pried her younger sister away from the two restaurateurs who then followed their mother back into the kitchen. As she guided her pliant sister towards her mother and the doctor she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 10:45 and the doors would open in 15 minutes. She smiled as she looked down at the docile face on her shoulder. It had always been this way between the two of them, even when they were junior and senior at Adderwood all those years ago. Valda still remembered teaching Zita how to masturbate properly. She remembered catching her desperately trying to get herself off in the bathroom one day after school when no one else was home.

"Like this silly," she instructed as she glided her baby oil soaked hand up and down on the other's length as they both leaned against the tub. "See feels good doesn't it?" a much younger Valda asked as her kid sister humped against her fingers. "Just like this. Give me your hand now," she directed placing it beneath her own. Together they resumed their mutual stroking bringing the younger closer and closer. She laid Zita sideways in her lap and worked her second slippery hand, her left, down to her lower holes. A thumb found her clit and moments later two fingers found her prostate. She lifted her right from the glistening pipe when it became clear that her willing apprentice had been taught.

She started grinding with the lower hand and placed the other on the back of the short haired scalp in front of her. She increased her pace and forced her to bend her neck forward as the hand on the cock sped up in kind. Valda could see the clear fluid oozing out of the little hole in her crown. She was moments away now. "That's right just like that Zita, just like that. Faster now, faster. Open your mouth. Open it wide," she instructed as the look of desperation faded into bliss as her eyes began to close and her lips parted. "Have a nice big cum for me now, a nice big cum," the older urged pressing firmer bearing down on both of her buttons. And then the girl arched wildly as her white cream surged haphazardly forward in long globs. In her mouth, across her face, in her hair, over and over, again and again the pearly goo shot from the head of her little tool. All the while neither hand stopped pumping, both intent in milking every last drop of glory from the balls of the younger Ozolina.

It became their after school ritual; it became their favourite position. Zita became addicted to having a hand, any hand, on her cock and in her ass. Soon Valda began replacing one of the hands with a cock of her own. Their mother started their toilet training six months later. To be sure, she nourished them both, each had to learn. But it soon became apparent, Zita was born to be on the bottom and so she was. She had a hunger, she had a thirst; she had a will to serve. When the youngest, blonde haired Laima, came of age four years later, it was only natural that she too be taught to be fed and in turn, be taught to feed others. As the years passed roles were established, the domestic hierarchy solidified and each came to love their place within it. The middle child became the pliant plaything of the youngest, the eldest, and their mother. And though Zita learned to open her legs and mouth willingly for whoever wished it, she always knew family came first.

"Zita dear, we have a bit of a problem it seems," her mother began as the doctor left her side and began opening up the nearby Sludgemersible. "The doors are set to open in less than 15 minutes but the new units have yet to be approved for use in Meadowvale. "It would be highly inconvenient to have to yank all four of these units out and haul them back to the garage for testing this late in the game."

"It would be highly disruptive to the festivities and no one wants that," Valda agreed as she turned her around and sat her down on the edge of the platform. Her clothes were quickly removed by both women as they continued explaining.

"We thought rather than spoil the day, why not simply test it here?" Alma suggested as she parted the legs of her middle child allowing the clinician to attach the Cockblocker Triple to the by-law administrator. "I mean you're here already and you would be the one to sign off on the devices use within the community right?"

"It just makes sense," her older sister supported as the pair re-positioned her further into the apparatus and began binding her arms, legs and feet.

It was all happening so quickly. Only minutes ago she had been enjoying a cup of early morning coffee with her family post-inspection. And now as she was guided, fondled, fingered, and bound she was in a different place altogether. She couldn't move her arms or legs now. Medical instruments had been attached to her right arm. A head brace unit had been placed around her neck and across the bottom half of her face. It felt like something akin to a mouthguard had been jammed between her teeth. A small hose was attached to a valve just above the nose and she could feel fresh air being pumped in. She heard a series of clicks and her head was forced back, her face upwards, and her mouth open.

"I could do this with my phone, but I really enjoy the mechanical sounds the crank makes," Patricia admitted grinning to the others. "I find it really adds to the experience. See, look at her eyes." Indeed a look of trepidation, one might say fear, crept across Zita's face. "There, all set. We're ready to start testing." The doctor lowered the overhead arm with the mounted feeding cock into the parted lips and turned on the pump. "I've got it set up to start at a 40 mililitre payload with every stroke, but we can ramp that up to 60 once she gets comfortable, maybe even 80 after that."

"Triple digits?" queried Alma gently running her hand through the brown hair of her trapped daughter as she watched the sludgy solution from the canister with the Serendipity logo on it work its way up the hose.

"Perhaps," the medical professional shrugged not disagreeing. "We'll see how it goes. We know she certainly has the capability to get there. I've got her on the same IV drip I put the professors on," she divulged as she massaged her with Erosil before attaching harvesting nozzles to Zita's cock and nipples. "She should go through that in about 10 minutes."

"Oh, she'll be well into her feeding by that time," Valda pointed out.

"Certainly," Patricia nodded turning on the pumps for the latter devices. "I'd expect saturation five to ten minutes after that. She'll probably start to fill the tank about then too, though according to the literature that sometimes takes an additional five to manifest. And so long as the catalyst remains, once either process starts it just doesn't stop.

"You hear that my lovely girl," the matriarch cooed kissing her daughter on the forehead. "You are going to eat and eat and eat and you will cum and cum and cum. The two things you were born to do." She watched the shit/semen mixture complete the circuit and her child begin to swallow. "There we go, isn't that yummy? Mmmmmmm, slimy, sludgy, shit, soooo tasty. Yeeeeesssss. It's going to be such a wonderful day for you. Yes, yes it will."

"It looks like the line for Ridgeway staff is almost done," the woman in the lab coat noted. "Go stand over there, we'll give you the same treatment we're giving them. You're here, there is no reason you can't be a part of this too," she added with a smile.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," the fire chief grinned as the other two Ozolinas abandoned the third to her automated fate.

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Lorna had arranged to have today off, the work she had begun the previous evening was not yet finished. As she waited outside of Gemini's for her two friends, Edith Walters and Cianna Fitzgerald, she spotted the mayor and some of her staffers approaching from across the road. There was no mistaking Florence Mitchell. One of the taller women in town, her stunning dark chocolate figure and short dreads made her singular in profile. As Amazonian as she was however, the one walking beside her was even moreso. Irina Perchenko was a legitimate six footer who stacked brown hair made her look even more imposing. Her curves were almost as impressive. Completing the trio of towering widebodies was a more recent arrival Madlaina Dimetrescu. Edith had read in the local paper, the Meadowvale Messenger, how the blonde Romanian had been brought in to work with the local government as a marketing specialist.

Two others, younger aides were nearly as large. Officially, Sanja Blumenfeld and Eileen Fitzgerald both worked in the bullpen. In actuality though, the Austrian girl had been co-opted to act as the newer addition's assistant. Like the others, she had a deliciously round ass Edith noted, though her manner was somewhat less assertive than the others. The fifth she knew was frequently found in the company of the last member of the group, Shirley Darnett. Ostensibly not even a member of the local government, the 5'6" head accountant at Many Happy Returns, while also quite curvy, was positively dwarfed by her colleagues, none of which had less than three inches on her height. Not that she seemed to let it bother her at all. Edith knew, that under Mayor Mitchell, the short blonde had more or less become her administration's go to financial advisor.

"Mayor," she greeted with a smile as the first approached.

"Principal McFadden, are you playing hooky?" the politician asked jokingly.

"Only for today," she answered widening into a grin before nodding to the rest as they pulled up.

"How are the girls at Adderwood?" asked the shortest of them all, making conversation as they waited for the doors to open.

"Wonderful, wonderful," the schoolmarm returned. "The academy will be getting some real finds in September. Your niece Chloe will have some beautiful girls to choose from once she is able to select a Bonded Daughter in a few years."

"Really?" the accountant brightened, her interest peaked. "Who is your favourite?"

"Among the seniors?" the principal considered. "I've always found that little Ellery Hardin had the best toiletry skills in the class. And she is quite beautiful too. Bree Vickers is also very good. Though if you like spirited it would be hard to go wrong with either Stacey Ellis or Bijou Clairmont. Still if I had to pick one, it would be the Hardin girl."

"Her sister Olivia is quite a stunner," Shirley noted. "She's good friends with our Chloe. I've actually fed her on occasion when she's visited. She is very good."

"Yes," the Scottish woman smiled a bit dreamily hardening. "I thoroughly enjoyed the time she and your niece had at Adderwood." Lips curled upwards all around, each of the others reading the mind of the grey haired woman.

"Are you here alone today?" Irina asked sensing an opportunity.

"Actually no," the eldest McFadden replied returning from her momentary memory. "I'm actually waiting for Edith Walters and Eileen's grandmother Cianna."

"Grandma's coming?" the girl with the black wavy pixie cut questioned.

"Oh, I imagine she will," Lorna answered wittily, "several times."

"There she is now," the mayor announced nodding towards an attractive silver haired woman emerging from a sturdy red Ford pick-up with a second equally mature figure.

"And Speedy Edie is right behind her," Shirley chimed in.

"Doors are opening," Madlaina pointed out.

"Happy Visitation Day everyone," Florence acknowledged as the other two joined the group.

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Ella Fairchild tried her best to focus on her history text that lay open on her desk but it was an uphill battle. Focusing on much of anything had been a challenge since the Perchenko twins took places on either side of her shortly before classes started. It had begun as nothing more than chance contact. Both of the girls had claimed to have forgotten the books they needed at home so the pair crowded in close to share with her. Most of the classrooms at Adderwood, like those at Meadowvale Academy used three seat benches. The three of them were using but half of that space however.

When Milena dropped her pencil on the floor both of the Ukrainian girls reached down to grab it, each pulling one of her legs towards them to do so. Melora was the one to come up with it and as she reached over to hand it back to her sister, Ella felt her arm slowly rub its entire length across the underside of her seven inch cock causing its half hard length to stiffen even more. Each of her legs were now somehow propped up on the knees of her neighbours, she wasn't quite sure how they got there. The twins crowded in even closer as they made to read from the book, their shoulder blades now rubbing up against the sides of her breasts.

"Who was the knight in charge of the English fleet when they fought the Spanish Armada?" Milena asked her putting a hand on her thigh as she used her other hand to trace the words on the page looking for the answer.

"Druck, Drock...I thought I saw it in there when I was reading on the weekend," Melora guessed as she too leaned forward as the taller girl felt a second hand on her other leg.

"Here it is, Drake!" the first blurted grinning as she turn to the other two, her hand sliding under the hem of the school dress of the middle student.

"Yes...Sir Francis...Drake," she struggled as she watched the two kiss lightly to celebrate their success and felt the second hand follow suit. She knew that she should try to stop what was happening but somehow, she felt powerless to do anything.

"How many ships were in the armada?" the braided one wondered worming her fingers under the waistband of the panties beneath the burnt orange school stockings. Again, the Fairchild girl felt the second hand mimic the first.

"It was over 100, I'm sure of that. It has to be in there somewhere. Here let me look," her sibling offered. As both girls leaned forward, her bum was momentarily lifted off of the seat and suddenly her undergraments slid downwards, past her thighs and then below her knees. "Here it is. 130!" Melora exclaimed leaning back as the tool of the toyed with junior tented the skirt.

The twins had discussed the Fairchild family in bed the previous evening and carved out a plan the following morning at breakfast. Their mother was already working on her counterpart's submission. It would be up to them to do the same with her youngest daughter Ella. The older girl, Eudora, they would worry about later. The teacher Esmeralda was already a shitslut. Getting her to open her mouth would not be a problem. But first things first; the two of them had a classmate to conquer.

Ella humped lazily as Melora jacked her towards her seventh orgasm or at least she thought it was that. In truth she had lost count. The two had been alternating, each bringing her off and then making way for the other, her seed rocketing up her shaft in copious amounts every time. At some point before they had brought her off the first time pills had been pushed into her mouth which she had swallowed without even realizing it at the time. But no sooner had former's hand caused her to spatter a large load of her cum onto her tits, bra, and school blouse than Milena's fingers had brought her back to iron, starting her on her way once more.

However, even as they had their way with her they did so under the pretense of being good students. There were no seductive looks, no urging words; the conversation between the three centered on the scholastic. Their eyes remained firmly fixed on their books, the blackboard, the teacher behind her desk, even as the hands of the girl's beside her wandered freely over her body. It was as if nothing was happening at all even though everything was. Ella had always thought Miss Clairmont to be very pretty. Alone in her bed at night, even when she was with her mother, she sometimes pretended it was really her teacher. She was a bit thinner than her parent but no less well proportioned. Her short mop of red hair and her ready smile made her stiff every time she looked at her.

The twins knew she had a crush on the woman and had discussed ways to use it in her seduction with their mother at the breakfast table.

"Ella Fairchild likes you Miss Clairmont," Milena informed her offhandedly as the two girls walked with their teacher in the playground prior to the start of class.

"I'd like to think all of my students do," she replied with a smile patting her on the head.

"We all do, but she really does," Melora stressed.

"Really does," her sister echoed as they walked away. "Watch today, you'll see."

Even through her foggy glasses and eyes lidded with desire, when the French woman looked up from her desk, smiled warmly and swaddled the aroused brunette in her loving gaze, the girl's lust went into overdrive. The stare of the older woman held her captive, the fantasies of one wordlessly shared between two.

"Ready to cum for Miss Clairmont?" Melora finally spoke, "Ready to cum for teacher?"

"Cum for teacher, Ella," Milena urged. "Yes, yes, cum for teacher. Be a good girl"

Ella's thrusting took on a frantic quality as her hips lifted off of the seat. Again her cream erupted in thick white ropes, each one slickening her stomach, her tits, soaking her blouse and bra even more. Surge after surge her piece pumped forth its prize and all the while, teacher held the student hostage with her visual focus. It all flashed before her in those moments. Her mouth on Miss Clairmonts cock, Miss Clairmont's cock thrusting in and out of her ass, Miss Clairmont looking down on her as her lips were forced open by her teacher's expanding rosebud. Each of her visions was accompanied by another jet of her white love goo; each of her visions was silently surrendered to her teacher as she came and came and came again.

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At 5'7" Bettany Foster was by no means undersized. Her 36-24-37 inch dimensions were supple but held within them musculature that had allowed her to star on the swim team and captain the soccer team. Her 10 inch cock was also above average in length and girth. She was well put together from a measuring tape standpoint. So when she became more or less lost in the shadow of the dark skinned Amazon that was Sigourney Dubois, she nearly swooned in her seat.

"Foster...Bettany Foster?" she asked peering at her phone then at the name tag the senior had been given. The redhead had only begun to nod her head in confirmation when she was cut off. "You're with me today. On your feet then, let's have a look at you"

Quickly she got to her feet desperate to make a good impression on the woman. "She must be over six feet tall," she calculated as she rose. In one motion the side tie on her panties was undone and her member sprang free.

"Not bad," the woman nodded as she slowly stroked her with her large hand. "You like that don't you? You like when I jack your cock?"

Her hips swayed to the motion below as her head was brought to one of the big beautiful tits before her. Her lips parted and moments later she was slowly, willingly, falling under the spell of Mesmermamillin laced breast milk. She felt herself effortlessly lifted and a large dome pushed against her pussy. Bit by bit, she was stretched there, until eventually slippery and wide, she felt the head of the beast slide in. Once that happened, a lazy pumping ensued as her cunt worked its way down the massive shaft little by little until she felt a large pair of balls massage her pink.

"There we go," She breathed with a smile, "all inside you now." She looked over at the two students that had been kneeling beside her, a buxom blonde and a diminutive Asian, both collared and dressed in leathers that left nothing unexposed. "On your feet as well you two. Get the clothes off of that one there," she ordered nodding at Camisha. "She is coming with us. I guess I should introduce myself," she began turning back to Bettany moving her hands to the girl's ass and starting to grind away at the girl's resistance in more ways than one. "I am Mistress Sigourney, and these are Slave Zora and Slave Jingjing, though you will address Slave Zora as Mistress Zora. You will obey her as you obey me and you will obey me girl, you will obey me in all things."

"Follow me now," she tall woman directed in her soft Cajun accent, easily sliding the girl up and down on her proud pipe as she walked towards one of the staffers of the club, one she recognized all too well. "Kirby Forsythe, it's been what, three days?" she asked jesting with the girl who had been in her Friday morning lecture.

"Nearly a decade Miss Dubois," she smiled back with a wink. "Table for five?"

"Possibly more, I'm still browsing. How about that one there, right next to the Cradle unit?" the professor suggested.

"I'm sure we can make that happen," the Ridgeway junior confirmed as she swept her long brown curls from her face and tied them back with a bandana. The dark skinned girl noticed that even as the redhead glided up and down on the thick flesh rocket that she herself had ridden before, her blue eyes stole a glance at her ample orbs filling out the back of her tight white mini. She shifted her eyes to the teacher who returned her knowing gaze nodding slightly as the group approached the table in question. "And who have we here?"

"This is Slave Bettany," Signourney introduced indicating the girl she was currently fucking. "Slave Zora you know of course," she nodded as the two classmates kissed lightly, "as well as Slave Jingjing, Zora's Bonded Daughter. The one with my girls is Slave Camisha"

"And which one will be using the device?"

"That would be this one here," the Amazon answered as she walked around to the far end of the Cradle and, even as she continued thrusting robustly in and out of the girl, squatted down, placing her into the apparatus on her back. "Slaves Zora, Jingjing, and Camisha, please help our Bettany get more comfortable." The three proceeded to carefully strap the Foster girl into the cradle being careful not to disturb the carnal rhythms of their Mistress. "Perhaps you can grab a menu and return. Then we can discuss what we would like to order for lunch," she then suggested to the waitress. "But before you do, could you deliver a message for me?"

"Gladly," she agreed leaning in as the professor whispered in her ear.

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"There she is, our guest of honour," Lorna greeted as Gisela Blumenfeld approached their table with her granddaughter. "It's been some time. You didn't make it down last year."

"It's good to be back," the business ethics scholar returned with a warm smile as she took at seat and her chattel knelt beside her. "You know my Bonded Daughter Hannelore of course. She went to school here, she is nearly finished her training. Both of us will be looking for new slaves for September."

"We've kept our eyes open at this end. I think we may have someone you might want to meet," the principal revealed. "I brought Edith and Cianna with me today to help solidify things, if you will." The two older women reached across and shook the hand of the new arrival.

"How are things at the Winding Valley Winery?" the professor queried.

"Quite well actually," the Irish woman answered. "We're ramping up to release the Spring Rosé in a few weeks, the Spring White three weeks later at the end of March." With short grey side parted hair and an angular face, the hazel eyed Cianna Fitzgerald had a distinguished no nonsense look to her that was at the same time formidable and attractive.

"Good year?" asked the Edith Walters.

"We think it will be. The harvest the grapes came from was a good one."

"Entering anything at Skafferty?" Gisela inquired fully aware of the prestigious wine tasting that took place annually at the city's autumn festival.

"As we do every year," she answered before sighing as she slid her hands under the table and started thrusting her hips forward violently.

"Sounds like there might be someone under there," the Blumenfeld woman guessed as she peeked beneath the tablecloth and spotted a black haired girl frantically swallowing as she was being furiously skullfucked by the vintner.

"Ah yes, the `someone I wanted you to meet'," Lorna confirmed. "You actually have impeccable timing as you can see. I do hope you left your panties in your purse."

"Well, I didn't, but I am wearing a one piece today," she divulged, her eyebrows raising slightly over her mirthful blue eyes as she undid the snaps below and her girthy 11 inches flopped out and began to stiffen.

"Her name is Wakiya Morningmoon. Her mother is one of the partners with the local contractors," the principal reported. "You've no doubt seen her file. Charlotte Mason, Annika Schwartzstein and I tested her willingness and capacity last night. I thought she did quite well. Even after I eat I might not have as much in me today, but these two had big breakfasts and the zucchini stew certainly looks good today."

"Who knows," wondered the groundskeeper looking around and spotting a couple other mature futas. "Maybe we can recruit a bit more help as we need to."

"I see she is wearing the collar already, has it been activated?" the out of towner probed.

"We thought we would allow you to decide when the right time was for that," the schoolmarm answered. "She also is wearing a Cockblocker Triple. I'll send the controls for both to your phone."

"What is that she has on?" asked the widest hipped amongst them, peering at the rubber body suit

"Something new we are testing out for Brenda La Salle," the Walters woman informed the other. "She owns the lingerie shop across the way. Does a lot of design aimed at our lifestyle."

"It's called a Rubber Maiden apparently," Cianna added

"We found something out about our girl last night," Lorna hinted.

"Oh, and that was?" Gisela prodded with interest.

"You'll see," the principal answered mysteriously.

It was them that the scholar felt a pair of lips encircle her cock. She looked down at the girl, smiled warmly and placed her hands on the back of her head. Pulling her in until her balls felt her chin, she began her slow pistoning in and out of her mouth. "Such a pleasure to meet you Wakiya Morningmoon, such a pleasure." She picked up her pace and found a comfortable fucking rhythm. "All my pleasure. Mine. All mine."

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It only took a few minutes but by the time Kirby Forsythe returned to Mistress Sigourney's table with the menu things had changed. Slave Bettany was now dressed in a pair of Happy Pants and her legs were with her ankles bound above her head to a spreader bar. Jingjing was using both hands to stroke the Beanstalk lengthened cock of the restrained senior. Slave Camisha was on her knees in front of Slave Zora slurping on the products of her pink. The java skinned giantess meanwhile was slamming her massive meat down the throat of a face that held a pair of smouldering eyes and pouty lips surrounded by soft long carrot curls only too willing to be punished and rewarded simultaneously. The Foster girl swallowed frenetically as copious amounts of cum surged down her gullet again and again. The hostess halted her approach and simply watched as the scene played itself out. Eventually the professor's balls emptied, her pumping lost its vigor, ceased, and she withdrew, leaving a slimy brown ring around the mouth her cock most recently occupied.

"Oh there you are," the tall woman panted swinging a leg over the Cradle. "Just in time as well. Slave Zora, a chair. Now girl." Abruptly the blonde left off her pleasure and fetched her mistress a place to sit. Sigourney stepped up to her other student, reached under her dress and slid her panties down to her ankles. "Kirby, why don't you come over and sit down right here and show me what is on the menu today." With a smile she steered the Forsythe girl to the Cradle and lifting her dress over her head sat her down on the face of Bettany Foster, making sure to spread her cheeks as she did so. "Yes, yes, sit right there, just like that. Are you comfortable in your seat? You look comfortable. Slave Bettany certainly looks comfortable. So, perhaps you can show me what is on the menu while you show Slave Bettany what is on the menu as well?"

"I'd be happy to," the student with the tawny curls answered allowing her assflower to bloom as her member solidified. Kirby, like all of the employees of Gemini's had been given the same IVs that the professor she now leaned against had and the family had eaten a rather large repast earlier in the day. In fact, there was a fresh box of pastries from Baker's Cousins in the kitchen that hadn't even been opened yet. No, she was quite full, even bulging slightly. As she listened to the crackling of her long ananconda of filth wending its way out of her ass and into the girl's mouth, she looked down and watched her methodically push her shit into her stomach with her flexing throat.

"Slave Camisha, suck Kirby's cock. Make her cum," the mistress ordered. Moments later her view of the redhead's throat was cut off and replaced by a mop of curly black hair and the feeling of lips enveloping her length. Her arms automatically fell on the back of the girl's head as she set her pace. She wished she could have brought her Elvi with her; she would have enjoyed this. So many asses to feed from, so much shit to eat. She would have been in her element. But that's not how Visitation Day worked. She was fortunate that her mother hosted this one or she wouldn't have been involved. Still, a trip to Hammarstam a month from now for Elvi's would be fun. She had never been to Sweden before. She smiled dreamily at the thought and pushed again. More of her fudge oozed from her and into the eager maw of the student below as her seed slowly built in her balls.

Bettany melted as soon as she saw the ass of Kirby Forsythe descending upon her. Eating the sweet sludge from a big black ass was what she lived for these days. It's what made her cum the hardest, what made her cum the most. And she knew she would yet again as soon as she felt the tip of her fecal filth press against her tongue. "Yes, yes," she gloated inwardly as her feeding began. It was a relaxing feast. She took her time in dining, the pace was not forced. She could feel the load churning below at an increased speed. She knew roughly how the meds she had been taking worked. The fact that they used IVs today must have quickened everything. She was happily humping now, anticipating the moment when she would start to cum. She knew once that happened, it wouldn't stop. As long as she was fed, as long as she was stroked, her orgasm wouldn't end. More and more shit poured into her. She eagerly swallowed, closer and closer, yes, yes. She pulled herself farther into the crevice she was under with both hands. A message was sent. Fudgy goodness flooded downwards, she frantically gulped through her grin. Her cream rocketed up her shaft and was freed. Again and again it was freed. She arched in ecstasy over and over as she gorged on her banquet of brown. Slave Bettany had arrived once more; she was in her place of never ending bliss.

End of Chapter 78

Next: Chapter 79


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