Ridgeway Women's College Chapter 5
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.
Some of the premises and characters in these stories were introduced in the 'Meadowvale Academy' series of stories which you can find on this site here:
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/transgender/mind-control/meadowvale-academy/
The timeline of Ridgeway Women's College stories begins approximately between Chapters 87 and 88 of Meadowvale Academy stories, though a few of the characters from the former appear in the latter as early as Chapter 56.
Ridgeway Women's College
Chapter 5: Reading Week Part 5
A light knock sounded on Spencer's office door just after 4:00 PM but it wasn't as if it wasn't as if it wasn't like it wasn't expected. Just like yesterday, the contraption that the doctor had strapped him into prior to his leaving the examination room Sunday evening began to buzz around his cock, thrust in and out of his ass, and massage that little button deep within his anal canal as carnal warning. Yesterday the two medical students that had visited for his check up had been Saffron Kozslowski and Zora Stoichkova. Dr. Whitworth had explained that these would be daily occurrences until their follow-up appointment on Friday. And just like the day before, he was in no shape to resist when the two girls entered his office.
"Mr. Maxwell? I'm Triinu Anniste and this is Dakota Montreaux," the shorter of the pair began. She was only a couple inches taller than his 5'3" but her face, framed by wavy brown hair with blonde ends, seemed to be that of an angel. Her warm blue eyes and smile seemed to encourage and nurture at the same time. Her counterpart, perhaps not as outgoing upon first impressions was no less beautiful. Considerably taller, she had a porcelain quality to her skin. As his hips were forced to thrust forward slightly with each pulse of the Prostatic Stimulator he could not help but take notice of their young curvy bodies as they approached. "Dr. Whitworth sent us over to check up on your progress. Saffron and Zora said you did quite well yesterday, said you had a nice big cum for them at the end. You look to be ready to get started with today's session," she then added nodding to his squirming torso. "Let's stand you up and get those clothes off shall we while Dakota gets your treatment ready."
The scent Triinu wore was intoxicating and he was in no condition to resist being disrobed. "Someone has been busy growing titties," Triinu giggled as she brushed a couple of fingers over Spencer's left nipple causing it to stiffen as he moaned slightly. "Oooh, you liked that? Do you like having titties like a big girl? Not to worry. Dakota has a special cream to help Spencer grow her titties some more. Give you nice curvy bodies just like we have. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Shortly thereafter the short man lay naked on his desk face up as his ankles were secured to his wrists overhead. He watched Triinu attach a pair of straps first to the belt of the equipment he had been forced to wear, then to the edges of the desk, holding him in place as the taller girl retrieved some medical equipment from the locked closet in the wall. He barely noticed the prick of the needle as the IV drip went into his arm and the monitors were hooked up. Next his face was quickly made up with extra time spent on his lips to make the full and red. "There we go, just one more thing, something new today. Something special." With that the Estonian girl pulled out a pair of form fitting goggles from her purse and placed them on the new school president. Tightening them onto the back of his skull, they left him in complete darkness.
The prong sliding in and out of his rosebud was further lubricated as it expanded slightly and its stroke was lengthened a bit. Something was then squirted onto his torso as a pair of hands began a sensual massage of his chest, while a second set kneaded the cheeks of his ass as his hips humped against the welcome intruder. "Yes, it feels good to feel like a girl doesn't it Spencer?" he heard the shorter girl ask "It feels good to feel your tits get bigger, your hips get wider. It feels goooooood when you pussy gets fucked by a big hard cock doesn't it? So gooooood." It did feel good, the thrusting in and out, the constant tingling of his special place. Was it still his? Or was it hers? Her special place, yes, it was her special place now. And it felt so delicious. Yes, yes it did.
Suddenly the lenses in the goggles came to life. She remembered this. She watched herself suck a cock. She watched in slide through her beautiful lips, deeper and deeper. She remembered how it had tasted in her mouth, and how much she had loved wrapping her tongue around it. Spencer barely noticed the weight when it pressed down upon her, straddling her slippery breasts but then suddenly she felt a familiar roundness come to rest on her mouth. "Does lovely Spencer want to be a cockslut again? Does she? Does she want to suck a cock?" Triinu asked. Instinctively she opened once again welcoming the lovely length of flesh into her throat and answering all of the girl's questions. This was bigger than her first, longer, thicker. But she would take it, she would take it all. Something was placed behind her neck tilting her head forward. Two hands were placed on the back of her skull. The girthy prong delved deeper until she felt the nutsac resting against her chin. All the way out it came and then all the way back in mimicking its artificial counterpart plundering her ass, each the other's relentless echo. Spencer Maxwell let herself drift as the images of her self-fellatio played before her, luxuriating it the fact even as her pussy was being pillaged below her face was being fucked with equal vigor above.
Ellen Braddock had waited until the light on the intercom of the secretary's desk blinked before entering the school president's office with her teaching assistant Olena Carvalho. Now in her sixth year, she was specializing in South American Studies and doing a comparative study on the Aztec and Mayan cultures for her thesis. Quite the looker her curly undercut pixie made her stand out in a crowd, the ringlets of her bangs teasing the top of her eyebrows. "Well, that and those curves that just won't stop," the dean thought to herself as she got up from her seat and started in. "You may as well come along too Brandy. You look like you could use a break anyway," the large woman offered the aging dark skinned receptionist.
Brandy Watkins opened the door marked `Spencer Maxwell, School President' and quietly ushered the other two inside. As the trio made their way to the plush leather furniture, a burgandy brown fanback chair and a loveseat of the same colour before the desk they took in the scene before them. The occupant was on her back folded and bound onto a spreader bar in the middle of the surface with a pair of projector goggles covering her eyes. A Cockblocker Triple was attached to her torso, sliding in and out of her boy pussy as she instinctively humped to its sensual rhythm. The tip of her hard seven inches glistened as it leaked pre-ejaculate almost begging for further release. Two sophomores Triinu Anniste and Dakota Montreaux were generously massaging the naked body of the new hire as an IV drip and monitoring instruments hooked into her far arm worked their magic.
"I talked to Deborah this morning," Ellen explained quietly as sat in the single seat watching as Brandy guided Olena to the other. Leaning in to keep her voice down she continued. "She has the girls using a diluted dose of Erosculpt Gel on Spencer while feeding her an IV of Ephebifem. She wants to stretch the physical changes out so that they match the personality makeover more closely. Apparently the latest research shows this produces the better long term results."
"You don't say?" the eldest among them commented as she popped the snaps on her one piece allowing her foot long girth to slowly push the hem of her dress up her thighs as she adjusted her position. "You should get comfortable as well dear," she whispered to the younger girl as she reached over and hooked her thumbs in the other's panties. A shy smile through a sprinkling of freckles that adorned her coffee and cream complexion answered the receptionist as the Portuguese student lifted her hips as her silk undergarments were removed. "How about you and I do each other a favour while we take in the show girl?" She then asked as she fished a bottle of lube out of her purse. Brandy leaned back against the arm of the loveseat and pulled Olena down so her face was wedged upwards between her 43 inch tits, then greased up her dark tool before finding the teaching assistant's rosebud and pushing past her resistance. Oiling up the slightly lighter pipe standing at attention, she began pumping with her own length into the dark haired girl as her hand slid up and down on the at the same pace.
The dean meanwhile had slid off the lower half of her pant suit and, like the secretary, had loosed her 13 inch piece from its confines by releasing the middle panel on her plum lingerie bodysuit. She glanced over at the pair on the loveseat "There would be time enough for them later," she mused inwardly turning her attention once more to the desk as her hand fell idly to her crotch. "I want to see how things are going here right now." The taller of the two, Dakota Montreaux if she recalled correctly, was climbing up on the desk now having stopped her breast massage. Her progress there was coming along nicely. The body mass was re-distributing well, she was starting to flare some at the hips as well. As the former straddled the latter the other, Triinu Anniste, smiled at her as she worked the lower area of the school president's body. She was precious that one, wonderful bedside manner she had been told by Moa. And such a beauty too. "Does lovely Spencer want to be a cockslut again? Does she? Does she want to suck a cock?" she heard the Estonian ask. She splashed some of the oil on her hand and began her own carnal journey as she watched their pet project part her lips and accept the 10 inch offering of the Taiwan born American.
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"So how does it feel being 12 years old?" Sienna Jordan asked her youngest sibling Marsala as she unpacked the pink box on the table in the bedroom the three sisters were sitting around.
"Well, technically she's been 12 for a few days now," the middle child Verona pointed out as she browsed the instruction pamphlet that came with the carton.
"Yeah, but the party is tonight," the eldest countered as she pushed her glasses up on her nose, then peered into the carton once again.
"There should be one more of these," the other replied holding up a dildo some four inches long.
"What is it exactly?" Marsala asked curiously.
"You'll see," the first answered cryptically as she peered over the Verona's shoulder at the instruction manual as the latter fished the last piece from the cardboard container. "We're going to need you to take off your clothes so we can put this on you."
"Why?" asked the youngest.
"Because Mom said so," the bespectacled teenager revealed. Like their mother Dido, the gene for light hair was strong in all three of the Jordan girls. Sienna's strawberry blonde mane was pulled back in a bun accentuating the familial round face. Verona's flaxen pigtails hung on either side of her head in French braids. And finally young Marsala's platinum blonde hair was done up in a cute crown braid for her special day. "She wants you ready for when all the guests arrive later. Hop to it young lady," she then chided gently, repeating a phrase often used by their parent for motivation. The birthday girl dragged herself to her feet and began disrobing while she idly watched her two older siblings assemble the gift her mother had left on the table for them when they had returned from the young girl's appointment at the clinic.
She wasn't exactly sure what they had done. There had been a check up of course, she had been put on the table with stirrups, but she thought she had fallen asleep at one point, she couldn't be certain. She did remember her mother shaking her awake afterwards so she must have. Once they had left the doctor's office the three girls had made their way back to their apartment while their parent had continued on to her afternoon lectures. Marsala kicked off her shoes then slipped out of her blouse and bra. "It looks like some kind of belt," she pondered silently as she undid the one around her own waist and pushed down her jeans. "Ok, now what?"
"Panties too," Sienna directed snapping a part into place, "then up on the bed on your back."
"Why?"
"Because Mom said so," the strawberry blonde turned to the other. "Give her a hand Verona, I'm almost done here." With a nod and a hidden grin the pigtailed sister, slipped off her own panties and did as instructed.
"Come on Marbles, up you get," she coaxed as she positioned her on the mattress. Straddling her body she moved to fluff up the pillow beneath her head. As she did so her turgid nine inch cock flopped into the valley between the birthday girl's breasts. The older shifted forward trapping her younger sibling's arms beneath her legs as the crown of her tool came to rest on Marsala's chin. "See something you like Marbles?" she asked quietly holding her gaze and now pushing the mushroom against the young girl's lips. "Open up for me Marbles, let me give you something for your birthday." A tongue flickered out and licked the head tentatively and the middle Jordan eased her pipe into the fledgling mouth.
Rocking her hips slightly back and forth Verona cooed instructions to the 12 year old gradually lengthening her stroke. She saw the girl two years her junior was thoroughly entranced by what she was experiencing, unsure of her own instincts and as a result clinging to the whispered advice she was receiving from above. As she pushed more of her length down her throat the pigtailed futa casually leaned over and unnoticed, tied her sister's right wrist to the bed frame. She then repeated the process with the other arm. Once she had restrained Marsala she pushed her fleshy prong into her it's full depth and stopped, waiting for the younger's mouth to get accustomed to its girth. The others eyes widened when she tried to bring her hands into play but realized she now couldn't.
"Ssssshhhh, Marbles, ssssshhh. Relax, let yourself get used to my cock. Breath now, slowly, swallow if you need to, that always helps." She reached down and gently caressed her platinum crown as she smiled calming her as she did so. Watching the tension slowly drain from her face, she felt her sister's throat loosen slightly. "There we go, see, that's not so bad at all is it? You just relax now and let Verona do all the work OK?" She added another pillow and tilted her head forward even more. Just relax and let me fuck your mouth. Here we go now." And with that she began slowly pumping her entire length through the lovely red lips of her 12 year old sibling.
Marsala fear abated, she focused on following the tutelage of her 14 year old sibling. In and out of her mouth the nine inch flesh pipe rhythmically plunged as the two girls, one the nurturing teacher, the other the eager student, locked gazes. "See how nice that feels Marbles, see how nice it feels to get your mouth fucked? Use your tongue now, lick the vein under my cock with the tip." The young girl felt the other shudder slightly when she obeyed. "Yes, yes, just like that baby, just like that," she sighed. "I'm going to speed up now, going to turn you into a real cock slut. You'll like it, you'll see, you will." Verona began thrusting with more urgency now and her motherly smile turned into a malicious grin. "Yes, you will!"
Sienna finished assembling the latest model of Cockblocker, the Slutofier it was called, and crawled up on the bed with her two younger sisters. Unknown to the birthday girl, the Prostatic Stimulator that the doctor had installed in her earlier in the day had been running at a steady 1.9 since then. It was enough for her cum to churn but not enough for her to notice. That would change shortly. The strawberry blonde pulled out her phone and laid it on the mattress then look at the device she had just put together. It had all the latest bells and whistles. They had removed the buzzbombs that normally sat over the prostate and clitoris but in their place now sat a two pronged piece that resembled an Anal Trainer, one that lined up with each hole.
Each of the circular frames had in them mounted an inflatable rubber phallus that currently measured four inches in length and two inches in circumference. According to the instruction manual though those could be increased three fold and, in the case of the latter, even more. Depth of penetration would automatically adjust to the measurements of the piece itself. The pamphlet boasted that you could walk around while being robustly fucked in both holes and no one would be the wiser if you didn't give away the game yourself. The feature Sienna though quite convenient though was the snap on gel packs. Granted, you might see one of those through a tight pair of pants, but they would go unnoticed under a skirt or a dress. They basically squirted lube at regular intervals through the tip of the tool to ensure long lasting smooth passage and the pleasure that came with the constant stimulation that provided. Naturally all of the necessary buttons and sliders were on the app that she paired with her tablet moments earlier. The 16 year old glanced once more at the aforementioned screen. "3.4, not bad, but we can do better," she mused as she slid the belt into place around the hips of the distracted girl on her back.
Marsala wasn't quite sure when exactly the twin prongs started sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, her current existence being filled with the relentless pistoning of Verona's cock in and out of her mouth. But now even as her throat was being stretched and her sister's balls slapped rhythmically against her chin, she felt the urge to meet the thrusting from below. It was a pleasant sensation and had her mouth not been so full she may have smiled in contentment. She rocked back and forth as she was fucked in every way possible. The pigtails above flopped about sporadically as her jaw was stretched wider by the swelling tool as it hammered faster and faster.
The 12 year old felt the twin invaders suddenly expand and lengthen, their stroke finding new depths. Suddenly her humping took on a new more frantic quality. Instinctively she traced the vein of her sister's iron with her tongue once more, prompting her to groan as her pace increased even more. She wished she could grab her ass and pull her in deeper, she wished she could feel the rhythm of her lust even more than she already was. Up and down her ass bounced on the mattress as the dueling lengths pillaged her slippery holes in perfect synchronization with the one splitting her lips. And as if of one mind her pink gushed forth its goo just as her mouth filled with her sibling's pearly cream.
Her throat was flooded with jet upon jet of semen until eventually Verona's pumping slowed and finally stopped. But even as it did her own thrusting remained relentless, if anything, her lust had only increased. She couldn't help herself, her loins had a mind of their own now. Her older sister slid her softened organ from her mouth as she caressed her face as she dismounted. She noticed then that she had been froglegged and spread, her ankles tied to her thighs and then bound to the mattress. She watched Sienna access her phone and felt the twin cocks plunder deeper and deeper as both grew in length and width. Marsala shrieked as the new waves of passion flooded over her. Her six inches humped wildly upward as her oldest sister grinned down at her carnal desperation.
"Do you like getting fucked Marbles?" her older sister asked as she took the place her braided younger. "Do you like it when both of your holes are getting filled like that? It sure looks like you do. It sure looks like it. See how much you are humping? It's like you can't wait to cum. You do want to cum don't you?"
"Yyyeeeessss!" came the mewling reply from the youngest Jordan.
"But you can't yet," the oldest declared as she ratcheted the Prostatic Stimulator up to 4.0 and further expanded and extended the two dildos. There were up to 10 inches and six inches in circumference now.
"Whhyyyyyy," the platinum blonde groaned as her forced arousal increased substantially.
"Because Mother said so," Sienna revealed matter of factly. "She didn't say you couldn't help me cum though. Open up now, open up and let me fuck your mouth like you did for Verona." Slack jawed and beside herself in arousal Marsala was in no shape to protest. The 16 year old pushed her glasses up on her nose and pushed her eight inches past the lips of her youngest sister to the hilt in one thrust and began pillaging her throat for a second time.
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Triinu Anniste loved the feeling of Dean Braddock's cock hammering her ass. It was sooo big, over a foot long she knew, some said 13 inches. And thick as well. She was wider around than Rhonda Richards and that girl was huge. Her own tool, small at eight inches by comparison was travelling an oiled up path between four breasts and she chewed her lip to stifle a moan as her anal love button was pounded again and again. The sophomore had lost control of the reason she had come to the office in the first place but thankfully, her classmate Dakota Montreaux was picking up the slack.
The latter's tightly bound hair had loosened since she had first inserted her cock in the mouth of the sightless school president. Even as the pace of her facefucking increased with her arousal, the taller student dialed up the speed on the inflatable invader plundering the rosebud of the girly-girl beneath her. The humping behind her took on a more desperate quality but so far integrity of the two straps were holding. The volleyball player watched the feed on the tablet beside her as she robustly plunged her 10 inches through the painted lips repeatedly, trying to keep all three of the pistoning prongs synchronized. As she gripped the skull before her and forced the feminization on the university bureaucrat, she sighed, feeling herself start to build towards her release.
As the secretary's thick lovestick sawed in and out of her starfish, Olena felt the older woman's stroking right hand beckoning her lust from deep within. Her hips flexed involuntarily as she mewled and chewed her lower lip. "Shhhhh, shhhh, lovely girl, you need to be quiet now," the whisper came from behind. "Can't be letting her know we are here now can we? Need to be quiet now, need to be quiet now and watch. Watch Spencer suck a cock, watch her get fucked. She certainly does look like she is enjoying being re-made though doesn't she? She certainly does." The Portuguese girl let her head flop to the side and peered over the curve of Miss Watkin's breast at the scene on the desk. The thesis student noticed her thrusting matched that of the pair she was looking at. And, now that she looked over to the dean's anal invasion of the Anniste girl, it was as if all of the cocks in the room were slaved to each other. She returned her attention to the scene to her right once again, taking in the smooth pistoning of the student's cock in and out of the school president's mouth and the upwards thrust of the latter's hips. Sighing, Olena let her eyes lid and lost herself in the collective lust permeating the room as the carnal rhythms from beneath her pulled her farther down.
It was then she felt someone drawing her look upwards and raised her gaze to find herself looking into the piercing eyes of sociology professor. She recognized that expression though she had not seen it for a while, not in four years. Not since she had worn a mauve collar. A mauve collar Dean Braddock had fitted her with. "But surely she couldn't mean that, not that," she reasoned desperately to herself. "She was going for her masters, she was in her sixth year. There were two sophomores in the room. She was fucking one of them." Still she couldn't tear her eyes away, the older woman's stare bore into her own, freezing her freewill. Her smile was sharp, honed to an edge as she stood up from the fanback chair never breaking her thrusting rhythm. Olena felt her body being turned even as the secretary's pumping organ maintained its carnal pulsing within her. Slowly the pair slid down the front of the loveseat each plundering of the pipe pulling her lower and lower until the floor bottomed their soft descent.
The dean towered over her now, her figure dominating the Portuguese student's view as she looked up at her former Mistress Mother. The professor's 13 inch cock slammed in and out of the Estonian girl's rosebud relentlessly and she remembered, she remembered how it felt to have the veiny trunk of flesh mercilessly pound her prostate. For a moment she imagined she was that girl and the iron pistoning up and down her anal canal was that which she watched now. But again her eyes, fearful now, were forced upward, bored into by those of the woman who had taught her duty, taught her obedience, taught her to serve. First her left knee was placed on the cushion beside her head, then her right. Her vision was thick with blurry humping shadow, her sense of smell took in a mix of the carnal and the fecal, her ears thick with the sounds of furious fucking above and below.
Even as the penetrating eyes of the dean passed from her sight, she could feel their weight upon her as the 47 inches ass of her mentor pushed down upon her face. A second hand joined the first on her own piece, massaging the slippery mushroom as the first continued its implacable pumping. Each time the hips above her flexed the monster meat into the younger girl, Olena could feel herself pressed further and further into the crevice of her craving. For that's what it was once more. Her fear had passed, the memory within her had awakened, the conditioning of her early years at the school bubbled to the surface of her consciousness. She felt the familiar rosebud touch down upon her lips and begin to expand. She allowed her mouth to be forced open as she thought to herself. "I will be dutiful. I will be obedient. I will serve."
A thick snake of brown slid into her willing mouth, across her tongue, and down her throat as her submission to her former dominant partner slowly re-established itself. With each gulp, each flexing of her esophagus, her bond grew stronger and stronger. She didn't need a collar to recognize it, no one did. This would always be her proper place. Here, deep in this darkness where her appetite for depravity could overwhelm her, consume her, become her. More and more of the large woman's filth poured into her oral gap. More and more of her fecal fudge slithered through her spread lips. Encased in the flesh of her desire she could barely hear the distant murmur of "Cum for me now girl, cum for Grandma Brandy, cum for me now" as she methodically swallowed, content in her reality renewed. Ever dutiful, ever obedient, always willing to serve, her balls burst forth at the urging from behind and her seed erupted from her in long spasms of joy as she felt a similar cresting flood her anal canal. Thrusting upwards in her lust she gave herself over to her reclaimed identity. Her mouth stretched open she feasted on the filth of her past, savouring the tasty sweetness of the sludge she had thought long forgotten as another's hands on her girthy pipe pumped her eager submission into the air in thick pearly vines. Olena Carvalho had become a shitslut once more.
Spencer's mind was not her own, it belonged to whoever was on the other end of the buds that had been pushed into her ears at some point. Both the cock in pillaging her windpipe and the one plundering her pussy were pistoning in and out at a frenetic pace. She could feel the stalk between her lips throb and expand as she swept her tongue around it. The prong she watched on the lenses of her goggles was similarly thickening. Her own seven inches pulsed a similar rhythm as her special place was massaged again and again. Closer and closer she came to careening over that most pleasurable cliff but still something held her back.
"Does cockslut Spencer...like...getting her...face fucked?" the voice breathed into her ear struggling slightly. "Does...cockslut Spencer...like getting her...pussy...fucked? Does cockslut...Spencer want to...cum...like a good...girly-girl?" Even though she could not answer verbally her mind desperately screamed `Yes' in response to each question. The she watched the esophagus on the screen begin to swallow and then her own began to as well as the meaty member that had furrowed her throat spewed forth its load in thick creamy volleys. "Cum...cum...like a good girly girl...Spencer...cum now," the voice panted and then her own sissyclit started pumping its white love lava in wonderful long ropes without ever being touched. Relentlessly she was filled from above even as her own eruption surged forth from below again and again and again. She could feel her tits tingle with each time she humped her seed to its long awaited release. Her inner being stretched forth reaching out for her newfound bliss even as she was physically bound. She wasn't sure she could find her way back to the person she was a week ago even if she wanted to. She even wasn't sure she wanted to. She wasn't...another wave of euphoria swept through her then and she let it carry her where it would...nevermind.
Ellen Braddock smiled. Each time she pulled the Anniste girl's rosebud down on her cock, she was imposing her will once more on Olena Carvalho. It felt so good to shit down her throat again, her lips had always been so soft, so plush. They felt so nice nestled up against the rim of her asshole "Aaaaah," she muttered as another of her sludgy snakes wended its way into the maw of the masters student. "So nice, yes, so nice." She looked down once more at the sophomore bouncing up and down on her beast. She had gooped up Triinu's hands with Beanstalk shortly after mounting her on her meat. The head of the girl's piece was dotting her chin with pre-ejaculate each time the professor withdrew now, she was getting close. The dean looked over her partners shoulder at the desk. "Things are proceeding apace there as well it seems," she mused privately as she watched the Montreaux girl struggle to speak into the headset she wore even as her face betrayed her arousal of the head she was receiving from the new school president. "Neither of them are going to last long either," she noted as she took in the desperate humping of the girly girl in training.
She heard Brandy quietly urging her ex-slave to greater heights as pushed another thick tube of fecal fudge downwards. Her cock was suddenly coated by the cum of another and once again she glanced over the shoulder of the Estonian girl just in time to see Spencer Maxwell begin to swallow as her cock began to spew forth its pearly prize. "That's my cue." She bent the young face before her downwards and forced her lengthening tool into her mouth and then pulled her into her breasts to keep her in place as she picked up her pace. Grinding on the student's prostate with her engorged cock head, she relentlessly yanked both of their carnal liberations to their fruition. After long years of practice she was getting quite good at holding her orgasm until she wanted to let it go. "Ready for Dean Braddock to make you cum dear? Ready to drink down all of your lovely seed for me while I fill up your ass with mine?" she asked peering into the eyes of the blonde tipped brunette sucking her own cock. "Let's cum with the others, you and I together," she suggested knowing full well she controlled the situation. "Ready?" she asked mashing the mushroom on Triinu's walnut even harder and faster. "Here we go." The professor felt her load rocket up her length and into the rosebud she had been hammering as her student riding her meat mewled and began to swallow frantically. The sociology teacher pulled the younger futa into her tits once more to muffle her moaning as her own cream surged upwards flooding the sleeve she had been fucking and she continued feeding the eager mouth below. Ellen Braddock smiled.
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Young Marsala Jordan, arms tied and her legs bent at the knees, spread and bound humped upwards wildly as both her ass and pussy were relentlessly fucked by the inflatable cocks that were part of the apparatus that had been strapped around her hips. Though her pink gushed its good incessantly her cock had not yet cum. And she so desperately need it to. Her head lolled back and forth in lust as her two sisters, Sienna and Verona, looked on. Both had recently taught her how to suck a cock, each feeding her a load of their own. The family would be celebrating her 12th birthday today, it was a special occasion, she needed to be ready.
"I'm home," came the call of a familiar voice from the door.
"We're in here," Sienna called over her youngest sibling's moaning.
"I never would have guessed," Dido Jordan grinned as she stuck her head around the corner of the bedroom they all would be sleeping in from this night forward. The 41 year old woman, blonde like her daughters, wore her hair in a in a shoulder length wavy lob. Somewhere between her youngest's platinum shade and her middle girl's flaxen, the computer science professor was a bit wider of hip than average but her eldest rivaled her bra size. Her measurements were dwarfed in comparison of the woman that followed behind her. "I thought it would be a good idea if Dr. Kampenberg gave her the once over before the others arrived." She turned to her bound child. "You remember Dr. Kampenberg from this morning don't you dear?" she asked receiving another moan in reply but seeing the flash of recognition in the girl's eyes.
"It seems she does," the Norse physician commented as she set her bag down on the nightstand. "I'm going to have to take a closer look to make sure everything is in order, but I really can't do much with her squirming around like that."
"What would you suggest?" the eldest Jordan countered.
"I have an idea," the doctor replied with a smile. At six feet tall, she was easily the largest futa in the room by height, but also by other measurements. Her monstrous girth was betrayed by the ridge beneath her lab jacket, there was simply no hiding something that size. Her hips and breasts were right up there with Thelma Kennedy's in terms of inches and her Swedish blonde hair fit right in with the rest of the room's occupants. "So, you won't be a good girl and won't stay still while Dr. Kampenberg examines you?" she questioned as she swung a leg over the bound girl's torso and sat down on her midsection. "Now you will."
"Mummy, mummy, mummy," she protested as her hips continued to thrust uncontrollably.
"Shhhhh, baby, let the doctor do her work now," Dido urged softly sitting beside her youngest on the bed.
"Let's see what we have here," the physician pondered picking up the tablet on the bed and seeing the current settings of the Slutofier. "How long has she been at this level?" she asked the other two daughters.
"Half hour?" Verona estimated looking at her sister.
"Yeah, about that," Sienna agreed nodding.
"I think she is ready then," Moa concluded as she pushed the controls of both penetrating prongs to their maximum lengths and girths of 12 and eight inches respectively and upped their speed as well.
Marsala squealed for her mother repeatedly as her body violently humped against her restraints.
"She certainly is a loud little girl," the Norse futa remarked as she rode the waves of the 12 year old beneath her and reached into her bag. "Here," she directed handing a familiar vial to her colleague. "Smear some of that on her cheeks and on mine as well if you please."
"Is this what I think it is?" the math professor asked as she followed her instructions.
"Made it with the semen samples we extracted while she was under," came the reply. "Make sure not to miss the middle." Leaning forward ostensibly to take a closer look at the young cock of her patient the Kampenberg woman allowed her hips to slide backwards towards the crown braid framed face before turning towards the eldest of the three girls. "There is a small nasal insert in my kit you are going to want to put on her. It will sit just inside each nostril on either side of the apex and will need to be paired with your big screen," she added nodding towards the wall. Sienna grinned in recognition as she fished around in the bag until her hand emerged with the desired equipment. Her mother at the same time caressed her youngest child's face with Lustrium coated fingers before moving on to the massive fleshy mounds and the crevice that ran between them. Marsala's desperate `Mummy, mummy, mummy' chorus began to lose some of its intensity as her panic was slowly leached from her by the strange scent that now seemed to consume her. Verona turned on the monitor hanging on the wall and moments later the four of them were treated to a close up view of Moa Kampenberg's huge hindquarters slow implacable approach even as the girl's verbalizing changed its tone.
"Mummy's here baby, mummy's right here," she cooed quickly slipping a pair of plugs into her daughter's ears then pulling the fleshy orbs apart. "Dr. Kampenberg is going to take a closer look at your futa parts now. She's going to need to move back a bit to get a really good look. Just relax Marsala, relax and let the doctor examine you." With that the lastborn Jordan's face began to disappear into the deep, dark crevice between the encroaching pale mounds of the clinician. Moments later all that could be seen from behind was a small tuft of platinum blonde hair as Marsala's head was completely engulfed. Her outcries, which had faded to a murmur were now silenced.
The feed from the small nose mounted camera showed the girl's face being wedged further and further into the deep canyon of the doctor's ass until the latter's sphincter lightly brushed up against her oral orifice before losing contact again. Reflexively a tongue emerged and licked the lips surrounding it tasting the other momentarily before quickly withdrawing. Dido slipped on the wireless headset just as the doorbell to their apartment sounded. Nodding to her eldest, she paused while the 16 year old answered it. A minute later the red haired Rubina Le Beau, her 13 year old daughter, the raven haired beauty Antoinette and her lover, the doctor's granddaughter Ursa entered the room. Each wore housecoats that when removed revealed lingerie of various designs and colours. The two girls also sported decent sized sludge bumps, but the last was especially full. "We were over at the Sorensson's yesterday and had both of them in the staff cantina before coming here," the French woman explained.
"You're the first guests to arrive and just in time too," Dido replied with a smile.
"Others are on their way, behind us," her colleague revealed as the doorbell rang a second time. "And here they are now."
Valerie Sinclair, nearly as tall as the physician grinned as she peeked around the corner, her black crown braid sitting tightly atop her dark face. Nearly as tall as the doctor, she swept a pair of young girls in around her hips in front of her as she entered. The first, a strawberry blonde shorter than any present, had her hair drawn back in a ponytail and chewed her lower lip in nervousness. But she seemed to defer to the second who followed her into the room, a dark haired pixie of a girl with sparkling eyes and a mischievous smile. Each removed their robes and handed them to Verona who quickly took all six into the next room before returning.
"Glad you could make it Val," the computer science teacher greeted nodding to the other arrivals. The first was Hera Metaxas's youngest Melia. "Lovely lips she had," the blonde reflected silently remembering the last time she had occasion to feed the girl a couple of weeks ago. "Hera did such a wonderful job with her." The second, the futagen Kiera Limerick, had already squeezed her counterpart between herself and the marketing professor that brought them, pinning her arms at her side. Reaching across her rounded stomach and below the Greek girl's she popped the snaps on the other's one piece and began jacking her hardening cock with one hand as she turned her head to the big screen with the other. "Already imprinting herself on the other's will," Dido observed in amusement before turning her attention back to her own daughter. "Can you say `aaaah' for Dr. Kampenberg baby, can you open your mouth nice and wide?"
Marsala felt the rosebud push down upon her lips with more pressure now, pinning her head in place. She heard the hiss of gas as the foggy smell of filth spread throughout the canal she was trapped in. "Take a wiff dear, breath in deep," she heard her mother say as a second airy expulsion sounded. "It looks like you still can't stop moving dear so Mummy is going to help the doctor hold you still." The bound blonde felt the hand of her parent grip her cock then, not that it stilled her movements at all. Each time she thrust the palm travelled the length of her pipe and tickled her crown. And then she felt the petals of the assflower begin to push outwards forcing her lips to do the same. "Say aaaaah, Marsala, say aaaaah." More and more her jaws were stretched involuntarily beyond what she thought were their limits but still they were split farther. Finally, finally it stopped, but she was helpless to change her circumstance. Another wafting of gas filtered through and then she heard a muffled crackling. Her hips still were bouncing off the bed in lust and by extension her cock was being lovingly tended to by the quiet hand that held it. The youngest Jordan was beside herself in arousal. "Dr. Kampenberg needs to give you some medicine now baby. Be a good girl and take your medicine, take all of it."
It was hard for her to look over her cheeks to see below but moments later she could taste a thick bitter mass slowly ooze downwards from above and across her tongue. Deeper and deeper it slithered into her mouth and she could do nothing to stop it. The flavor was revolting but still it kept slowly sliding down her windpipe even as she was jacked, even as she was fucked, even as both buttons of her bliss were being pushed. She couldn't hold back any longer, there was simply too much. Her throat flexed, she swallowed, hoping it was over. But more waste wended its way into her mouth replacing that she had just digested.
"Good girl baby, good girl, taking your medicine like that," Dido cooed into the mic as she watched the scene on the monitor showing an endless girthy snake of sludge from the Norse woman making its way from her stretched starfish into the equally gapped mouth of her youngest daughter. Its progress was slow but unrelenting. She saw her child's esophagus yield to the implacable advance of the mushy monster as her throat stretched to accommodate the sheer size of the muddy mass as it moved. "Swallow again baby. The doctor has more medicine for you. So much more." Another reluctant gulp followed the first as still more shit sluiced into her.
The others around the bed smiled in admiration as they witnessed the fecal education of the 12 year old. More had arrived now. The professor nodded to one of her students, the raven haired Calina Agapova, a junior majoring in applied mathematics standing to the right of Ruby. Next to the third year was her little sister Luba, her chestnut locks tied back in a high ponytail and two other young girls. Like the others who had been invited to the birthday party, these three all sported midsections that were decidedly overfull. At 13 the first looked like she had inherited the curvy body of her older sibling not to mention her size. Her cock was nearly as big as the Kampenberg girl's and she was substantially taller. The second, the futagen Lykke Marigold her honey blonde mane also in a high tail, smiled as she lowered the panties of the fourth member of their group, Molly Merinda. The first of the last pair had all but been claimed by a trio consisting of Briar Winslow, who taught Veterinary Medicine and coached the Swim Team, Dr. Deborah Whitworth, and her mother Brandy Watkins, who was the receptionist in the school president's office but they couldn't officially apply until they found the fourth member of their quad. Part of the reason that the Marigold girl was here today was to see how well she got along with the host of the party.
Dido watched the short blonde appreciatively as she lined up the ass of the tawny haired futa Molly with the 10 inch member of the older Agapova then steered the tool of her younger sibling towards the bent girl's lips. For a moment she imagined the futagen in the middle was her lovely Marsala. Each of the sisters pushed into their designated holes and began cornholing the last as Lykke reached under her counterpart and began jacking her stiff pipe. And through it all she locked eyes with the computer science professor as if to say "I know you're watching me and I want you to know I know."
The professor smiled at the show being put on for her benefit and then returned her attention to the screen and Marsala once more. More sludgy goodness meandered into her youngest Jordan's gaping maw as the flexing of her windpipe lost a bit of its reluctance. She felt her stomach with her free hand to measure just how much she was holding then glanced up at Moa and nodded. A murmur rose from those watching as the large woman leaned back on her haunches a bit more and pushed down with a bit more force. The pace of her daughter's gulping abruptly increased as the flow of shit turned into a flood. Up and down her hips thrust relentlessly, her own momentum causing her cock to be stroked with as she was carried higher and higher. Though her feeding was still not a quite a willing one she had little choice but to gobble down the offered fecal feast.
Her sludgebump really began to grow now as her gulping took on a machine like march matching the rate of her masturbation. Dido glanced at the tablet. She was holding over 80 CCs of semen now and judging by the swelling in her stomach, she had saturated. It was time. First the twin plunging prongs were turned off, then the stimulation of her prostate was halted and the block on her orgasm removed. Medic and parent shared a smile. Her education was complete. Even without the artificial triggers, the young futa was still humping aggressively into the hand that held her cock at the same pace she devoured the deluge of mud the physician continued forcing into her. "That's right baby. Let the good doctor nourish you, let her feed you her lovely fudge while Mummy makes your cock feel nice." She nodded to Sienna and then to the now idle Slutofier. Taking the hint the 16 year old removed the bottom piece revealing both gaping holes. Almost immediately, a long soft log of filth slid out of the 12 year old and onto the bed, followed by another and then a continual outpouring of mud that started piling up between her legs even as more was pushed through her lips
"It tastes so good doesn't baby? Mmmmmmm, Doctor Moa's shit is sooooo tasty. It makes you so horny eating shit doesn't it? Is my little girl a horny shitslut? Does eating shit make you want to cum baby?" Both older Jordan's began scooping up the waste that was forming a mound on the bed and massaging it into their little sister's body. "Yeeeeesssss, you want to be Mummy's little shit slut don't you? You want to cum for Mummy, you want to have a great big cum don't you?" More hands joined in as the Fecalmillium boosted brown pyramid continued growing. A small spurt of clear fluid launched itself into the air then followed by a slightly longer, whiter one. With each stroke, each swallow, the length of the jets grew and grew until each hump brought forth a long thick rope of creamy fluid.
More and more Marsala ate, more and more she gorged on the fudge from above as her arousal was ratcheted up by the incessant hand of her mother. She couldn't control herself anymore. She had to keep feeding now, it was the only path to the plateau of her bliss, Gulping and gobbling, suddenly hands were everywhere coating her in creamy paste. Her cock released from its capitivity tingled and throbbed and throbbed and tingled. Closer and closer and then wave upon wave of her cresting washed over her, each one bigger than the last. Her long awaited orgasm overwhelmed her senses and even as she continued to chew and swallow it refused to end. Even after she devoured the last of the doctor's waste and she could once more blink into the light, her cock kept spurting its precious seed.
She barely had time to take in the others that had been watching. Many of her friends were there, all of them with stomachs as distended as her own. As her mother turned her ass towards her, parted her cheeks, and replaced the doctor on her willing lips, she understood the significance of misshapen midsections. Even as her pipe continued rocketing her cum into the air, even as the multitude of hands mummified her bound body in shit, Marsala felt her lips pried apart once more and closed her eyes in lust. "Happy birthday baby, happy, happy birthday," her mother cooed as another long snake of sludge pushed down her throat and for the second time that afternoon, she was nourished.
End of Chapter 5