Meadowvale Academy Chapter 35
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 35: Holiday Visitors
Tyler lay in bed and softly humped upwards as her member slid in and out of Riley's mouth. It felt so nice to have your cock sucked first thing in the morning; and with nothing being asked for in return. For the past month she had been rewarded with handjobs in exchange for all manner of sexual favours and depravity. Not that she minded any of them. She liked handjobs, she liked the depravity, and she liked the sex. It just felt good to have someone give themselves to you on their own free will without expectation. To be sure, she wouldn't leave her little sister hanging. She would bring her off. She wouldn't have to ask. That was the beauty of it. It's why the kids all got along so well.
She looked around through lidded eyes to her left. There were only four of them this morning. Beside her Ingrid slowly ground her length into Sofia's pussy as the two tongue danced. The girlie girl wondered how Erica and Samantha were doing at the Cready's. Erica had been invited over for the weekend and had taken her cousin with. It seemed that she and Victoria had become good friends. Hailey Davis figured in there somehow as well, so she heard. Tyler felt a twinge of jealousy, but only a twinge. She had no claim on the girl, no more than any of the others did. Besides, while the pair were having fun over there, there was fun to be had on the Mason Estate this weekend.
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The one holed girl almost floated from the limo after it stopped in front of the mansion Friday afternoon. Every since her makeover at Serendipity's Thursday afternoon she had been on a high. She looked immaculate. Her hair now chocolate brown felt to her shoulders in a textured bob. Her face was angelic. Glinda had not only done an incredible job matching the right shades of make up to her and applying them, but she also showed her how to do it as well. Not that she had never done her own make-up before, but the beautician had revealed a few of her tricks of her trade. Little things that saved time while also bringing out her best features.
Since she had been on Sculptifil, her body was starting to take shape. She remembered when she first arrived they had measured her at 26-26-28. Now she was 31-24-32 and wore a 28B cup bra. She brought a second set of clothes with her to school that morning just so she could change into them at the end of the day and show herself off to the rest of the student body. Her purple legwarmers ended just above the knee. From there her red silk stockings took over, ending at her garter belt, stopping just short of her hip hugging cut off blue jeans. A sleeveless pink t-shirt left her midriff bare and barely covered anything else. Over all of it was an unbuttoned knee length women's trench.
It was only a day earlier at this time that she lay underneath Kimberly Winchester wearing a pair of Happy Pants feeding on her shit as they wait for the bus. Now she massaged the same girl's head as she shot her spunk down her throat. Others had noticed too. It was the third time she had put her cock in a mouth that day at the academy. Mia Daniels had lit her up during homeroom. Tiffany Charles had drunk down her load during lunch hour. And now here was Kimberly siphoning yet more cum from her. "That's right, be a good girl. Drink it all." She murmured, echoing words she had heard many times before from others.
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"You haven't had occasion to meet my mother before have you?" Astrid asked Maria as the four women sat outside on the veranda. Much like three weeks ago they waiting for the arrival of the Gracey and the limousine and another new member of the Mason household.
"Once." the Latino woman replied, "the conference in Holland Wells four years ago. You took me with you."
"Right." The lawyer recalled. "She hasn't changed since then."
"Still a bit of a disciplinarian?"
"She didn't buy a lottery ticket and win her position," June pointed out feeling weirdly uncomfortable in regular clothing. She had worn Happy Pants so often in the past weeks that she noticed when she wasn't more than when she was.
"Point taken," Maria nodded. "Who was the woman with her that weekend?"
"You're probably thinking of Annika Schwartzstein, my boss," Jessica broke in. "Head of Research for the Fenwell Group."
"Those two are thick as thieves," Astrid revealed. "If one knows it, they both do. Keep that in mind."
"When is Evelyn due back with Cory?" Jessica asked.
Astrid looked to Maria for the answer.
"I've timed it so your mother arrives between Noon and 1:00. The other two should get here between 3:00 and 4:00."
"Everything ready in the south wing?" the attorney prodded.
"The Cradles have been moved to the north wing. So have the hampers and compost containers. Happy Pants and liners too," the assistant reported.
"Good," the older blonde remarked. "That's one aspect of our life here I'd like to hold back from Cory for the first few days." She turned to Jessica. "Everyone knows their parts in this?"
The scientist nodded confirmation. "We're ready."
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"So from what I've been able to find out, your luggage never even made it on the plane," Evelyn told her nephew as she turned the key. "And they only fly into Molando once a week."
The brown haired youth looked glum with the news.
"We'll go into town and buy you something on Monday. It will be too late by the time we get back today," she pointed out as she began the journey. "In the meantime, those need a wash and you need a shower and a haircut. I smelled you at the airport before I saw you."
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The three girls fussed over Tyler as she sat on the bed watching them debate amongst themselves.
"Mom said she needs to be gaffed whenever she is around him for the next few days," Ingrid pointed out.
"Yes, but she needs to be able to reel him in. We can't be conservative here," Sofia countered. She then turned back to the one-holed girl and added "You are going to have to use your hands to keep him away from what we don't want him to see."
"Does she need to be gaffed now though?" called Riley her nose firmly planted in the closet looking at garments.
"For now, I guess not. Mom didn't say anything about that," the eldest admitted. "I imagine Grandma will want to see what we've been up to anyway. We may as well put Sissydick on full display for her."
"Just as long as everything looks normal by the time Evelyn gets back," Sofia reminded
"Agreed," Ingrid nodded
Riley emerged from the closet with over a half a dozen minis, some cut deep on the back, some cut deep on the front, some angelic, all tight. "I'm in the `Reel Him In' camp. She has to make him melt." Dropping her cloth burden on the bed, the redhead grandly proclaimed. "I vote mini!"
Much arguing ensued but in the end they decided on innocence. A satin wrap mini of cornsilk with long lace accented sleeves and was selected. Matching Mary Jane pumps were added. Thigh high gartered silk stockings of butter pecan and cream completed the ensemble.
Once they had dressed her, the trio sat Tyler down in front of the makeup table and went to work. They wouldn't allow her to touch a thing, despite the time she had spent with Glinda on Thursday. It took longer, but in the end when the girlie girl looked at her reflection, she saw that they had accomplished what they set out to do. She was a bombshell of purity.
It was 11:48. They needed to get down to the front door before the first guest arrived.
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When she saw the approaching limo, Astrid smoothed her grey pinstriped trousers as she stood and the other women followed suit. She had decided on woman's business attire today to make a point. She needed to establish her position in this new hierarchy. She had done good work here; surely her mother would see that. But if not, she would have to show her. She did look regal in her attire, even she had to admit that. A silver silk shirt and dark grey neck bow lay beneath a vest and business jacket that matched her bottoms. Black leather pumps completed the look.
Beside her both Jessica and Maria were conservatively dressed beneath matching lab jackets. Both had tablets handy in case there were any initial questions and to present their best front. The lawyer didn't think there would be, details to their ongoing projects would likely be laid out by the researcher in the lab after lunch. But it was best to be prepared. She glanced over at the four students sitting on the other side of the door, motioning them to stand up as well.
Ingrid, thinner than her but statuesque all the same, wore a forest green spandex mini with a sweetheart neckline and matching heels. She had brought a pear cardigan with her, but had discarded it when she stood. "She knew what was at stake," the older woman observed silently, impressed. For her part Riley wore a shimmering gold top with a plunging neckline above a royal blue bubble mini skirt and purple high top sneakers. A lacy shawl matching her mini completed the combo. Sofia meanwhile had opted to wear her hair up with a lacy bright red bustiere and her ever present ballerina dress, this one platinum grey. Red Doc Martens trimmed in black contrasted in style. She also wore a shawl, though hers was nearly charcoal in shade.
And then there was Tyler. The feature attraction for her mother, she was sure. The girls had done a good job with her. A skin tight satin mini, thigh highs, and Mary Janes in cornsilk, cream and butter pecan formed a delicious mixture. Her face was equality angelic, but amidst all of that purity, her full plum lips beckoned. The attorney felt herself harden just looking at her. "On any other day," she lamented as the car pulled around the parking circle, and she started down the stairs.
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"It would be nice go back home again," the Chairperson of the Board thought as the limo she was in made its way up the lengthy drive to the Mason Estate. "I haven't been here in some time. Getting away from the head office has been virtually impossible this past year with the Futagen expansion. A year ago this time she was only down here for two days. But this time it would be different. This time she was here for the long haul." The vehicle glided around the traffic circle in front of the mansion and came to a stop at the foot of the stairs. "Time to meet the family," she mused as the door was opened to her right.
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A momentary trembling echoed through her as she watched her mother emerge from the car. Astrid had worked long and hard to establish herself as one of the most influential people in Meadowvale. Long and hard. The woman before her could simply brush her aside without a second thought if she wished. It was on her to demonstrate her capabilities, her dedication to the Fenwell Group. She walked up to the family matriarch, spread her arms, and greeted her more warmly than she felt. "Mother. Welcome home. How was the trip?"
"Astrid, so nice to see you again" she returned with a hug and a buss on the cheek. "June, how are you fitting in here?" she asked, addressing her other daughter the same way.
"It's good," she replied fluttering a little. She had not seen her mother in quite some time. Her ex-husband had pushed the family apart.
"Maria, keeping my girls on schedule?" she continued working her way down the row of women.
"Yes Ma'am," she affirmed with a grin.
"Jessica, how are you liking Meadowvale?" She asked moving on to the researcher. "I trust you have everything you need for the lab? If not, Annika will be arriving in town later today so you will be able to buttonhole her quite easily. She'll be staying downtown with her daughter." She turned to the four girls. "Come over here and give your Grandma a hug! You too Sofia, you're as much one of mine as they are."
The four converged on the silver-haired executive, Tyler somehow being squeezed into the front as the others crowded her in. She felt a hand work its way to her member and begin massaging it to hardness. She sagged a bit and was pushed in even more as her grandmother gripped her ass and humped back with her own steely girth. "You *have* grown into a fine young lady haven't you?" she remarked kissing her maintaining eye contact. "We'll have to continue this at a later time," she promised letting the girlie girl go.
"We're going to have to do something about that after lunch, aren't we?" Sofia whispered to Sissydick as the older turned to the chauffeur.
"Gracey, if you could be so kind as to take my bags up to the north wing, it would be much appreciated."
"Yes Ma'am," the large driver nodded grabbing three suitcases of various sizes out of the trunk and starting inside.
"We have lunch ready to go. We thought you would be hungry after the drive," the assistant offered. "Nothing to heavy mind you but food nonetheless."
"That's our Maria," the new arrival smiled. "Always a step ahead. I *am* feeling a bit peckish. Show me your table."
The nine enjoyed a midday meal of fruit salads and other light faire. Chatter about travelling, life in Blackbridge Common, the school year and other sundry topics not proprietary littered the air. It was a relaxing time for the chair, so far away from the pressure packed days at headquarters. It was Christmas season and it felt good to be home.
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The five of them slowly ascended the stairs to the north wing as Charlotte swiped through some of the latest data on Jessica's tablet. "Some pretty impressive load sizes there. Who is this Willow girl?"
"Willow Reed, she's a first year, one of Riley's friends," the researcher disclosed. "Complete happenstance that we found her. But she's been on Seedomil 2.0 for almost half a month now. We think we can get her first load of the day up over 20 in time. She was 18.6 yesterday at the academy."
"I see that," she nodded. "And then 14.4 and 12.8 for the next two. And all this in an hour?"
"The girl is a machine," Astrid remarked.
"If we can find out what it is about her that is so special there will be opportunities," the scientist judged.
"She has a sister, a junior. Coral is her name," Maria offered.
"Has she been tested?" the executive asked as they arrived at the top of the staircase handing the tablet back.
"Next Saturday is the annual Christmas Cum Drive at the lab downtown," the Garcia woman pointed out.
"We plan on putting the whole family on the table then," Astrid informed. "It's already been arranged with Patricia."
"The whole family?" the eldest Mason quizzed as she grabbed the hand of each of her daughters.
"The two daughters and their mother Arielle," the mocha skinned assistant revealed. "Half the genes came from her, we may as well."
"Point taken," the other nodded as she steered her two offspring into Astrid's bedroom followed by the other two.
"Your room is one floor up mother," Astrid communicated. "It has a west facing balcony, a walk in closet, an ensuite office."
"No dear. This, this is my room," she smiled.
"Where will I sleep then?"
"You? Why in there of course," she replied with a smile nodding to her right.
Against the wall behind the door was the Cradle from the south wing as well as the executive's luggage. Beside both was the chauffeur Gracey Mills.
"Wait! You can't be serious?" Astrid blurted alarmed as Jessica and Maria each grabbed an arm and hooked a leg pulling them apart while still holding her up. "Wait, no, stop!"
"June dear, do you think you can get your sister hard for me," she asked as she pushed down on her younger daughter's shoulders. "Nice and hard girl, nice and hard."
The ex-teacher dropped to her knees and undid the trousers in front of her. Sliding all of the garments down a limp eight inch cock dangled disappointingly. She began kneading the flesh with her hands, working them up and down and licking the crown over her sister's protests.
"Please no. Please."
June continued her machinations slowly coaxing a bit of life into her sister's member. It was starting to firm now, lengthening to nine of its 11 inches. She sunk the crown into her mouth and coated the shaft with her saliva.
"Please stop June, please stop," Astrid pleaded as she felt herself harden. She didn't want to be aroused. She didn't want to be horny. Not here. Not now. Her mind screamed her body. Her body was having none of it. She struggled against her restrainers, to no avail.
"Gracey, do you have it?" the matriarch asked.
"Right here ma'am," the driver confirmed handing her a box about the size of a coffee mug.
"Good work. I'll see you get a bonus." Charlotte opened the container and pulled out an instrument very similar to the one that had been placed on June by Stella Cantwell called the Cockblocker some weeks ago. But this one was a bit different. "You recognize this don't you? Don't you daughter?"
"Ye-e-e-s-s-s," she trembled her flesh betraying her.
"Now you get to wear one," she smiled maliciously showing her the new addition. "Wait `til you see what this little piece does. We call it the Cockblocker 2.0" She squatted down next to her other child. She was bobbing up and down on her sister's completely stiff shaft now. "Release her June, I need to get in there now."
June could feel the apparatus being placed on her; she could hear the snapping and the clicking as it was tightened down. And then a new feeling as something was pushed into her ass, like a plastic tongue. It slid up against her prostate but also rimmed the inside of her sphincter. A pair of fingers started massaging the inside of her rosebud.
"Feel that Astrid," her mother asked quietly. "This little piece here will massage your special place back there. And the ring here will make sure you stay open. Watch what happens when I turn it on."
The humming started the vibrator stimulated cock, balls, and prostate, eliciting a loud groan of the word "No!"
"Yes!" Charlotte whispered. She pulled up the panties and trousers once more, using a pocket knife to split open the front panel of the former enough to pull her cock through. Doing up the snap, she left the zipper of the pinstripes lowered, allowing the hardened and dripping wood its freedom. She then nodded to the beefy driver.
The latter picked up the attorney, her protest weakened by lust even as she involuntarily thrust her hips forward, and carried her over to the Cradle. She was undressed by her two colleagues from the waist up, but then they put her vest back on, leaving it unbuttoned.
She was laid into the machine. Her legs were spread and buckled into the stirrups. Her arms were restrained as well from the elbows upwards. In a last fit of protest she tried desperately to keep her scalp off of the cushion, but Gracey was too strong. She placed a hand on her forehead, forcing her into place and with her free hand slid each of the padded side panels into place and locked them down. Her face was now frozen in place. Her cock was steely and juicing incessantly. Her pussy freely flowed. Her prostate was gently rubbed against by the silicone extension. However, Astrid firmed her jaw, determined not to give in to her body's involuntary betrayal. "This must be some kind of test," she thought as panic slowly set in.
But it didn't end there. A new piece, a wedge with threads made of some kind of strong but flexible material, was shoved between her teeth. Gracey took a second part, what looked like a large wingnut, and lined it up over the first and began turning. The more she turned, the more her mouth was forced open. More and more the driver screwed one into the other until she was as open as she possibly could be. A click locked the bottom piece in place and the top was removed. She was completely vulnerable now, completely at the mercy of her mother, a woman not known for showing any.
Charlotte removed her business attire and folded it neatly over the chair as Gracey was restraining her older daughter. The woman grabbed a square pill from her pocket and walked over to her prisoner. She dropped it down in her mouth and squatting slightly pissed it down her throat. "This was a long time coming," she judged. "It's not like Astrid hadn't done a good job here, she had. But she was starting to take too much for granted; making too many assumptions about her future. She needed to see it could all be taken away from her." She walked over to the Cradle, her 64 year old body still toned and firm. She had considered dying her hair when it had started to grey from its original strawberry blonde, but had decided against it. Her shoulder length silver locks gave her 35-24-37 body a regal air. It was something she used to her advantage.
"Time for Mummy Charlotte to feed her little girl," she whispered as she straddled the restrained woman. "You want to be fed don't you?"
Astrid's eyes welled up at the prospect. She remembered doing this when she was much younger. She thought she had left it behind years ago. She was wrong.
"You will like this. I promise." She lowered her rosebud to the open mouth before her. It flexed once, twice and then expanded as her first of her filth wended its way downwards into the gaping maw. "I've been waiting almost two days to do this Astrid. I really hope you are hungry." She reached forward and began to jack her daughter; only adding to the latter's frustration. "You are so juicy little girl. So juicy." The matriarch used her own leakage to crown her and fondle her vein as she poured more waste down her throat. She wouldn't need the O-Ring by the time the day was done. "But I might leave it in anyway."
She lost track of how long her mother had been pushing her shit into her, keeping her on the edge the entire time. But her ordeal was not over. Her arousal had distracted her from the fact that no sooner had her parent lifted her ass from the thing keeping her mouth open than that of her sister replaced it. Fudge flowed down from a new, fuller orifice as she swallowed reflexively. It was no long a choice on her part. Her locked down length continued to be blissfully tortured; able to feel pleasure but unable to do more. She continued to get jacked as she digested. She was starting to get full herself.
Then the mocha orbs of Maria engulfed her face. Gas trumpeted down from above proclaiming her third meal's arrival. Again and again her lips ushered in an unwanted prize. Length upon length piled in as she was stroked. At some point she noticed her hips were beginning to move in time with the masturbation. She wondered when she had started doing that. She tried to will herself to stop as she was filled but found she could not. It, like the swallowing, was but a reflex now. Slowly her ability to resist was eroding away. Her humping began to get more pronounced as yet more sludge snaked over her tongue, this time from Jessica. Her stomach was bloated with brown now; she was having a hard time holding it back. The ring keeping her rosebud open was acting against her anal control.
The researcher flushed more of her dung down her pipe as her arching got more desperate. "Please let me cum, please, please." She was broken, she knew it. Old memories, old ideals, re-emerged. Eating shit became a method of furthering her bliss. When the Asian woman finished the hand was removed from her greasy length, but the instinctive motion continued and her tongue extended through the mouthpiece trying to acquire more. Gracey's massive ass replaced the comparatively small one that had preceded it. Her river of filth was thick; it scrapped the sides of the silicone mouthpiece as it drilled into her. And drill into her it did. She heard grunting as her throat was abused by the big woman; torpedoes of excrement firing into her quickly one after the other. A pair of hands belonging to the one that fed her started a powerful, physical sliding on her steel. Her climax felt inevitable. She hoped it was. Not because she wanted it to be but because she needed it to be. The whole process was visceral now. There was no emotional tie, good or bad. It was simply a physical imperative.
"You can't hold it in anymore can you Astrid?" she heard her mother's voice whisper. "There is so much shit in your stomach and still more pushing in. You love the taste don't you? You love how it makes you want to cum. You want to come now don't you. Fill your pants for Mummy Charlotte. Fill them now and Mummy Charlotte will let you have a great big cum." She felt her forehead being kissed. "Fill them up now Astrid, fill them up."
She stopped struggling. She gave herself over to instinctive debauchery. The first of her brown serpents emerged from her starfish, a deluge of anal riches. More and more foul depravity forced its way into existence. The tide in her panties rose rapidly and spilled over as her trousers filled. Shit pushed through her open zipper and started piling around her cock. The big woman's firm jacking was now coating her Astrid's cock in thick brown paste. Each of the strokes caused her to pulse over and over as she humped wildly. Even though she was gorging on the unending feces of another, she wished she could taste her own; she had such a hunger now. And then the ring holding her cum captive allowed it to go free. Her breath caught momentarily. Her world stood still. It was like she was suspended in amber like bliss; frozen in time. And then it slammed back into motion. Her hips thrust upwards as her seed launched itself from deep within her balls, geysering up her fleshy pole to its peak; her carnal nirvana blooming around her.
End of Chapter 35