Meadowvale Academy Chapter 84
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 84: New Arrivals and Old Acquaintances Part 2
"Sanjeet, do you have a few minutes to look at something in my office?" came the request over the phone from one of the two senior partners of Meadowvale Legal Services, Ruth Finney. "I've got some contracts that need to get divided up among three or four of you for out of town clients."
"Right away Ma'am," the legal assistant replied before hanging up and starting on her way. The most senior of those who hadn't passed the bar at the firm it often fell on her to divvy up larger assignments such as this amongst those under her on the company ladder. Sanjeet Malholtra had been a part of the staff at MLS since she received her bachelor's degree in legal studies some seven years ago from the University of New Delhi. While the brunette wasn't a paralegal per se, she had been here longer than any of them and knew each of their strengths and weaknesses professionally. As such she knew how to parcel out things like this so each of her colleagues received that which they were best at.
She was quite happy with her position, though to an outsider it would seem like she was the family disappointment. After all, she was the only one of the three Malholtra sisters not to actually pass the bar. Nasreen worked in corporate law for a subsidiary of the Fenwell Group and Minoo had found an enviable placement with a private firm in Molando. >From what the eldest had told her at Christmas her daughter 16 year old daughter Monica also wanted to pursue a legal career. No, she wasn't the high flyer her siblings were, but she was happy where she was.
"There you are," her boss greeted as she appeared at the office door. Ruth Finney was a picture of desire, even when she wasn't trying to be. She towered over her by a few inches and her perfect breasts were at the exact level for her to suckle on. Not that she would ever make any kind of move; she was but a lowly legal assistant after all. The white blonde before her could probably choose from among many which meant she certainly wouldn't choose her. "We have a bunch of contracts here from Weiland Consulting over in Walverton," she started nodding at several boxes on a pull cart beside her desk. "Sales, legal actions, partnerships, you name it, it's in there. The boxes are labeled but I'm not vouching for the accuracy of that, only that what's on this list is somewhere in there." With that she held up her tablet and after the legal assistant produced hers swiped the file over to her underling. "All of this needs to be sorted and then audited afterwards. I trust you'll put the right people on the right pieces."
"Absolutely Ma'am," she nodded firmly. "I already have some ideas on that."
"Good to hear," the buxom lawyer with the white blonde hair concurred, nodding herself. "Use Conference Room 3; I believe it is free this afternoon."
"On my way," the thin brunette replied as she grabbed the handle on the wagon and began pulling it out the door.
"Oh, one more thing Sanjeet," came the call from behind her.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"We've hired a new partner and Iris and I are having them over for a bit of a working dinner tonight at the brownstone. I'd like you to be there."
"Me?" she queried somewhat incredulous.
"You are the grease that makes the gears in this office turn young lady," she complimented from behind her glasses. "Our newest attorney needs to understand how things work around here. Besides, you have really worked hard to keep things running smoothly. You deserve the accolades. Dinner is at 6 PM, but if you could show up an hour prior and help Iris and myself prep, it would be much appreciated.
"Yes Ma'am!" the Indian futa replied once again, far more enthusiastically than before.
"It will be office formal. You know the address. Don't be late."
She turned away from the taller woman unable to hide her smile as she towed the files out the door behind her, her cock throbbing slightly. If only her sisters could see her now.
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It was just after 2 PM when Gerdur heard the loud retort from outside. She peered through the double doors and saw a dull green Volkswagen bug wheeze to a halt in the town hall parking lot. The steam rising from the boot clearly indicated that the vehicle had breathed its last. She couldn't read the license plate but she could see that it lacked local colours. Two figures emerged from within. A blonde woman dressed in jeans and a blue oversized sweater that fell halfway down her thighs she judged to be somewhere in her 30's. She immediately kicked the compact that had delivered them, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, to their destination. The other door opened to reveal a younger girl, a brunette in her early teens unless the Icelander missed her guess clutching a stuffed purple "was that a giraffe?" she asked privately. She was similarly clad, her pullover an ochre shade.
"You have this?" she called over to Cho still working with the computer at the desk. "Roberta should be along any time now. I'm going to find out with is going on over there."
"I'm good," the South Korean waved. "Let me know what you find."
The older woman nodded and exiting the building walked across the common, approaching the new arrivals both of whom looked somewhat worse for wear and, at least the older one, somewhat distressed.
"Hello there," she called out waving from a few yards away. "You look like you could use a hand."
"I could use a lot of things," the woman sighed in frustration.
"You're new here in Meadowvale aren't you?" the librarian asked reading the situation. "And everything you own is in that car?" She further prodded receiving a nod in return. "And you have no place to stay and no idea what you are going to do?" Another nod. "You poor dears," she smiled as she gathered the two into a motherly hug. She suspected they both could use it. "You have nothing to worry about. We do things a bit differently here." She stepped back and started towards the town hall. "Come with me," she called over her shoulder. "I'll help you get set up. Leave your belongings, no one will make off with them. You're safe now."
"My name is Gerdur Huld," the heavyset futa introduced as she walked. "I'm the local librarian. That's the building over there across the green. What are your names?"
"Roos De Klerk," returned the wavy haired woman whose bayalage hair started out a sandy blonde but ended up closer to ash by the end. "And this is my daughter Doutzen," indicating the toffee haired youngster with the purple stuffed animal beside them.
"Those are Dutch names if I've ever heard them," the eldest ventured as she held open the door to the building.
"You are correct, we are from the north of the Netherlands," she confirmed following the other in.
"And it looks like you left in a hurry. Trouble?" queried the archivist to which she received a silent nod, returning the same. "You are going to have to talk about it. They will ask you. We are very protective of our own here. It's why the community works," she advised as the mounted the steps into the main foyer. "You are on the outside right now. You can be on the inside, but only if you tell the truth."
Seconds later the trio stood in front of the reception desk, as the raven haired woman there greeted them. "Good morning Gerdur."
"Marly, how are you today?" the wide bottomed librarian nodded her lips widening in good will.
"It's humpday Ma'am, two more until the weekend."
"Indeed. Is there anyone able to do intake at the moment?" the Huld woman then queried. "This is Roos De Klerk and her daughter Doutzen. They just arrived somewhat unexpectedly as it were."
"Let me look, let me look," the receptionist murmured as she moved away from what she was working on and pulled up a different file on her computer. "You know what?" she declared looking up. "Alanna Davenport is in the Mayor's office giving her weekly briefing, but she should be done in a few minutes. We could set you up in the south conference room."
"Perfect," the Icelander agreed before turning to the two new arrivals. "You'll like her. She is very easy to talk to."
"Follow me."
The process was far less painful than Roos thought it would be. The dark skinned Alanna did indeed prove to be an empathetic conversationalist. The librarian sat with her throughout the interview with Doutzen on her lap, entertaining the girl quietly or cuddling her as needed. Fleeing Groenheuvel in the middle of the night had been quite a traumatic experience for her. Normally a 12 year old would be beyond such things but even the way she gripped her stuffed giraffe, an item from a past age that would have been joked about back home, said that these were not normal times.
She did as the heavyset older woman instructed, she told the truth. About everything. About her work for the Groenheuvel Town Council; about the dyke disaster that killed 23 locals; about the kickbacks from the construction company she had discovered after the fact; about Henrik de Vries, the `security consultant' that had discovered the secret both she and her daughter carried with them; about the threats. The burden that had haunted her was lifted when Gerdur took her hand and silently placed over the generous bulge she had hidden beneath her dress with a smile as her counterpart pushed her chair back and slowly spread her legs, revealing her own anatomical differences. Could the rumours she had seen on the web actually be true? Was Meadowvale a town full of women like her? Like her daughter?
Her grip was still being held against the older woman's pipe. It was enormous! She had never felt anything even remotely this large. She noticed that her fingers couldn't even get around its girth as her hand was slowly guided up and down, up and down. She was entranced by the size of the fleshy beast she was feeling harden bit by bit. She didn't even realize she was stroking it on her own until Alanna called her name...for a...third time?
Little waves of arousal, embarrassment, and relief lapped at the edges of her existence as she hastily withdrew her hand and continued with her tale. She offered up the thumb drive with the evidence she had collected on the scandal. She had taken it as far as she could. These people, especially this Alanna woman, seemed to know their way around the murky corridors of power. Less what she said and more what she didn't. Less what her body language revealed and more what she hid. Even in her somewhat frenzied state of mind, or perhaps because of it, she saw that the woman had secrets.
"Annalise and Svetlana are rather preoccupied right now with the getting Harristone Botantical Research set up," the caramel shaded interviewer informed the pair.
"Clara and Magnolia's new thing?" the librarian asked.
"They are meeting with the principal's today at the new site on Morriston Road," she explained further. "We just brought in a new woman this week, Hesper Clifford. We'll be amalgamating the residency concerns they have under a new Housing Department headed up by her, but she is still feeling her way around. Svetlana is taking her to meet Ariella and Bianca later today."
"I wouldn't worry. They can stay with me for the time being," Gerdur offered. "Cho and I have the room. And we can certainly use another computer savvy person in the library, even with Roberta being reassigned from the academy."
"It sounds workable for now," the hotelier admitted aware that had it not been the former council member who took them in, it would have likely been her. "I'll let the others know. There are forms you'll need to fill out for temporary status," she divulged turning to the Dutch woman. "It's a five minute thing; Gerdur can help you out with them. It sounds like you are looking for a new home which means you'll need to do the permanent residency paperwork. I'll file my report before end of work today but let me look at this thumb drive first OK?"
"Thank you both so much for everything," Roos gushed as she stood and shook Alanna's hand. "I never thought the nightmare would end."
"There is still a bit more to do, but you can see the dawn in any case," the futa who had done the intake commented as she started towards the door. "I've got to move on with my day, the forms you can get from Marly up front."
After the Davenport woman left the trio, the librarian wasted no time took control of the situation. She knew full well the effect her massive member had on the Dutch woman when she had felt it. It wasn't the first time someone had underestimated the endowments of a kindly old woman. And that was before recent developments. Smiling, she first stood the girl up who had been sitting on her lap, undid her jeans and pulled the all of her garments from the waist down to her ankles. She then repeated the process with the youngster's mother before raising the hem of her dress and sliding her own silk panties off. As her 14 inch cock lazily rose once it had been exposed to the air, she guided the Dutch woman to her knees in front of her. Gerdur's beamed proudly as she saw the blonde only had eyes for her monstrous meat.
She was the second in Meadowvale to be given the Ballbooster injection and as her good friend Annika had told her, she really wasn't supposed to have it at all, as it was still in its experimental stages. The early results were incredible though. Her cock had grown three inches and thickened considerably and her loads had increased substantially though she had none save anecdotal evidence of the last. She had framed her request as an early retirement gift over a dinner a week and a half ago. Though it had drawn chuckles from the Schwartzstein woman at the time, in the end, she got her way.
She sat Doutzen back down on her lap, placing one of her legs outside of her own causing her to slump and splay but still leaving her own pipe free as Roos licked her lips unable to tear her gaze away from her beastly flesh. She reached in her purse, slicked up the girl's hand with lubricant and started her masturbating her considerably smaller pole and her pussy before taking her own hands and placing them on the back of the blonde head below. The grey haired woman pulled her in until she was kissing her leaking crown.
"Watch your Mummy, Doutzen. She is going to show you how to deep throat a really big cock. Watch closely now, watch while you make yourself all hot and gooey." With that she applied a bit more pressure to the older De Klerk's skull peering at her intently as she forced her lips to widen more and more. "She how she struggles to get her mouth around the head of my giant cock? See how she stretches her jaw? Watch now, I'll pull on her a bit more and make her mouth open wider. A bit more, just a bit more."
The pain echoing through her jaw was excruciating, but the vice like grip the larger woman had on the back of her head was relentlessly coercing her lips forward. Little by little more of the massive crown was forced through. She could feel the tears start to well in her eyes. She blinked them onto her cheeks and then with one final pull the massive mushroom finally pushed through and her mouth closed slightly around the lengthy stock behind it.
"There we go, see how she did that Doutzen? See how she took the crown of my monster meat into her mouth? Watch now, watch how I fuck my entire shaft down her throat bit by bit. Here we go." And with that the Icelandic archivist started a small back and forth gliding of the woman's head on her thick tube of flesh as she rocked her hips in time with her hands. "Shhhhh," the woman cooed as she sunk the first inch in. "That's right, take it in. My cock is so yummy. Mmmmmmm. In and out and in and out."
It was a nice slow deliberate pace the older woman set. There would be time enough for speed later. She needed the Dutch bureaucrat to take the entire length of her tool. She needed her balls to slap up against her chin. She loved that feeling, the caressing touch of soft skin on her scrotum. She pushed forward again, burying another piece of her pipe, expanding her stroke, and then once more. "Her mouth feels so good on my meat," the grey haired woman thought as she continued her thrust, now almost half of her 14 inches.
She had never taken anything so big orally. The massive head of the cock had been enough of a challenge but now inch by inch the iron of the librarian was being forced down her gullet. The latter's smiling face, framed by wisps of white hair that had leaked out of the loose bun that held the rest, peered down from over the shoulder of her daughter. Doutzen, her face twisted with lust as she used both hands to push herself towards her carnal limits, desperately watched the scene before her. Roos met the gaze of her child, trying to portray the image of calm as her mouth was pummeled over and over again. Wordlessly she beckoned with her eyes for the girl to let herself be carried to her special place. She noticed that her own hand was sliding up and down on her own tool. "How long had she been doing that?" It didn't matter. She spread herself a little more and jammed three fingers into her pink to find her clit as the massive meat pushed in even further.
Ten inches! Ten inches and no struggling! Could it be? Could the Dutch woman be one of those that didn't have a gag reflex? Gerdur read a lot, it only stood to reason after all, she was a librarian. Even before the Ballbooster treatment she had been 11 inches long so it made sense to research things like deep throating. According to what she read, a surprising 37% of people did not have a gag reflex. So far she had no met any resistance whatsoever. She pushed in farther, two more inches this time. She needed to test her hypothesis. And still, it was a smooth stroke. Another inch, her balls glanced off the skin of the De Klerk woman as she pulled out. All the way in now, all the way.
The archivist sighed as she felt her sac rub deliciously against the face she was fucking. Yes, yes, now the drilling would begin in earnest. She gripped the hair of the other woman and aggressively started slamming her cock down her throat, her balls smacking mercilessly against the blonde woman's face as she rapidly built towards her release. "Your Mummy is going to drink all of Grandma Gerdur's cum now," she told the young girl humping her hips upwards against her hands even as she pushed back into the valley between the older woman's 44 inch tits. "She is going to swallow again and again and again," she continued whispering. "Are you going to cum too Doutzen? Is little Doutzen getting ready to cum?" Her query was answered with a strangled mewl as the caramel haired beauty struggled to maintain control and lose it at the same time. "Let's cum together OK? Let's cum at the same time. I'll feed her all of my cum, you wash her face with yours. Splash it in her eyes, on her nose, all over. Your Mummy will love that." She glanced down at the youngster, kissing the side of her neck as her unintelligible whimper sounded once more. "Ready? Ready to cum Doutzen? Here we go. Cum now little one, cum for Grandma Gerdur. CUM!" she whispered before hissing the last.
The little girl from Groenheuvel squealed as her clear goo poured out over her hand and the first rope of her seed splattered across her mother's nose. At the same time the archivist's massive member erupted down the throat of the Dutch futa she was using as a cock sleeve. She could feel the thickness of her seed as it filled the mouth she was pistoning in and out of. She could see the cheeks of the political aide bulge with the backwash of semen with each in stroke just prior to her swallowing, clearing the way for the next load. Her pipe tingled as it swam in her creamy goodness, diving in and out of the roiling surf within.
Her breathing became heavy but balanced as she continued to empty. She had long ago developed a sense of control during orgasm after reading about it some years ago. It allowed to peacefully ascend to a higher plane of pleasure and not scatter her emotions willy nilly during the moment. Wave upon wave of her ecstasy gently washed over her from within as she bathed in her bliss. The smaller organ of Roos was rocketing its white sauce upwards now as her child's load lost its fury and her body its arch. Meanwhile the beast belonging to the Icelandic woman maintained its pace. She was so full of cum. Getting the Ballbooster shot was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She was hooked.
She murmured into the ear of the girl on her lap whose breath was finally starting to slow. Her eyes were closing, but there was still one more thing to do. Without a doubt, Marley was going to have to get the cleaners in here afterwards. Knowing the one-holed receptionist, she just might do it herself. Just one more thing. Doutzen De Klerk climbed onto the head of her mother and turned around bracing herself against the older woman as her eyes asked if this was what the librarian wanted. Gerdur Huld nodded with a reassuring smile and the youngster's lips curled upwards slightly. She sighed, relaxed her hips a bit more, and began washing her mother's hair with her piss.
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As Aubrey Jarvis pulled her Audi RS-6 off of the freeway at the Meadowvale North exit, the station wagon rumbled a throaty reply to her gearing down. She had always been a fan of rally racing, even in her youth. When her paycheck improved to the point that she could afford it she didn't miss her chance to purchase a performance car some 10 years ago. Since then she had traded the old model in for the new one with regularity. This latest was just entering its third year with the financier. The dark skinned woman didn't know how that situation would resolve itself in 22 months when it would normally be time to replace her current ride. She had heard of the egalitarian principles espoused by the community she was about to move into. "That kind of thing didn't exactly go over well in the boardrooms I've been frequenting in the last decade," she noted sardonically. "But you make sacrifices when you have to think about more than yourself."
She glanced at her daughter peering through her glasses at her tablet opposite her in the front seat. Her studious face was framed by a curly mop of black hair, the length of which hung over her still visible ears. Sadie was incredibly smart for her age, already demonstrating advanced numbers comprehension and she had quite a good eye for perspective. Though her own hair was shorter and straighter, the familial resemblance was obvious. The fact that both favoured thick frames on their prescription eyeware only served to strengthen the similarity. Aubrey had thought briefly of testing her for early entrance into the academy, but thought the stress of moving in the middle of the school year was enough of an upheaval for the girl. "They'll be time enough for educational excellence," she chided herself checking over her shoulder for oncoming traffic. "As much as I might like this wonderful machine, my most prized possession is sitting right over there. If I have to drive this one around for the next decade, well, being able to trade in my car every four years is a luxury I can afford to do without. I just hope the day doesn't come where I end up puttering around in a boxy sub-compact with no personality and less bite." she then mused as she pulled out of the curve and hit the accelerator once more.
"Your daughter is home," Doris called over her shoulder peering out the window at the group of girls walking towards the mansion as the school bus pulled away. "And she's not alone."
"Who's with her?" Rebecca asked from the den where she was just finishing up helping Amber with her studies.
"Besides Mila?" the acting vice-principal returned as they got closer. "Riley of course," referring to her niece's partner. "It looks like she brought the Reed girl and Winchester girl with her."
"Willow and Kimberly? Those four almost seem to be inseparable these days," the English teacher noted as she unbuttoned her blouse and guided the futagen's mouth to her left nipple. In some ways she was fortunate her daughter insisted on the independence of riding on the bus with her friends to and from school. She could definitely understand the impression it would leave with her classmates if she constantly showed up each day with the principal, the vice-principal and one of the teachers. Not that she loved Kelsey any less since this one arrived, but the fact that her travel time was so much shorter gave her more opportunity to bond with her new daughter.
"Good girl Amber, good girl," she cooed as the young girl drank her mind altering milk while she caressed her nearly shorn head. She smiled down at her. She loved the fact that she had decided to remove pretty much all of the hair on her head. She wasn't completely bald but her little skull was as close to it as it could be. Just a smidgen of fuzz from her former golden locks was still visible. She looked so beautiful now. The big brunette was so horny. "Screw it," she decided. She lifted the hem on her dress as her 12 inch member jutted skyward. Lifting smaller figure up by her armpits she allowed her leaking cock to sink into the familiar juicy depths of her pink. No one in the house ever wore pants or panties anymore. It simply wasn't practical. Even during formal occasions the most that could be expected was a dress or a skirt. To be certain, there was more laundry and increased dry cleaning bills but the convenience was worth it. She had quite the sludgebump now, she noticed. They had kept the futagen plugged while feeding her for the past day and a half. She was probably carrying 20 logs in her at the moment. Not to worry, that wouldn't last much longer. Rebecca sighed as she began pistoning in and out of the 12 year old. For her part, the lips of the younger grew once more industrious as she transferred her efforts to the teacher's right nipple. Bonding, yes, bonding.
The four first years piled through the backdoor and into the kitchen laughing and carrying on free from their days scholastic toils. "They here yet?" blurted Kelsey between giggles as tried to twist away from her redheaded paramour tickling her armpit.
"They should be within the hour." Hannah Gallagher answered over her shoulder her head buried in the big double door fridge that fed the household. She was wearing a lacy sea green wrap that barely covered the orbs of her ass. Kimberly Winchester had never seen her principal dressed in this way, not even on New Year's Eve, and it hardened her eight inches immediately. Her girlfriend Willow saw her stop short and noticed her reaction to the short brunette's lovely butt and slid a hand under her school skirt, finding her member. "There are bran muffins on the counter, they're really good. I made them myself," she called over her shoulder slowly backing out. It was at that point that the blonde pushed her brunette lover forward and her greasy crown made contact with the cloth covered crack of the Meadowvale staffer.
Hannah grinned when she felt the poking intruder, set the pitcher of smoothies back on the shelf, slowly raised the hem of her garment, and pulled her cheeks apart. Kimberly was too stunned by the turn of events to move but a push from behind from a familiar hand set her tool against the rosebud of a woman she would never dream of approaching at school. The principal flexed the mushroom through her rosebud and leaned back taking its length. A groan and carnal instinct answered her unspoken beckoning as a pair of hands gripped her hips and the lovely length of flesh began plunging into her nether regions.
When she was Principal Gallagher of Meadowvale Academy such trysts, the kind when she could freely give herself to a student, freely submit to their desires, they were impossible. There she always needed to be in control. But here, here at home, with the lusciousness of youth being constantly paraded about, here she could spread her legs, open her mouth, and lie on her back with impunity. And here, now, there were four of them. She felt her body being turned to the right and turned her head just in time to see the nine inch tool of Willow Reed wagging in front of her face. She moved her hands around the girl's hips and allowed the shaft to slide down her throat. Bent over by fridge light the two fleshy prongs began their mutual grinding and Principal Hannah Gallagher was lovingly cornholed by two first year students.
In and out they relentlessly ploughed, filled with the vigor of youth and the knowledge that at least for now, they had accessed the forbidden. The two girls shared a look of conspiracy, of satisfaction, of lust. On and on they went, their pace slowly increasing as they ramped up towards their release. Both could sense the other was approaching the edge of their bliss and they could see that the one between them was as well. Willow leaned over and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, finding her thick tool. She began to jack her with one hand while pushing two fingers of her other in and out of her pussy. The two decided to take the third on their journey with them and sped up yet again.
Kimberly nodded to her partner, her face displaying her struggle to hold back the wave of her euphoria. Willow in more control, smiled then looked down to the woman whose face she was fucking, noticing much the same expression painted on her face. She calmly reached into the fridge, retrieved the pitcher of smoothies and placed it under the principal's cock just as she started milking her creamy load from her. At the same time her own white goo surged forth into the mouth of the woman and judging by the motions and moans of her partner, she was filling her ass with the same. She watched the brunette's cheeks get bigger and bigger. She was trying to hold it all in her mouth. "Clever," she thought wickedly.
Willow wasn't sure the schoolmarm could hold off swallowing at some point, she had a large amount of cum to give today, but she understood what she was trying to do. As the pole in her hand lost its rigidity, she gave it a final shake and moved the pitcher under the principal's mouth. The blonde pulled her cock out of the latter's mouth allowing the last of her prize to squirt into the mixture below as the rest of her offering poured from the open lips joining the jizz recently contributed. The Reed girl wanted to pass the container to her co-conspirator but found it to be full to the brim.
Kimberly gave her a silent look that posed the question "Now what?" as her tool softened and she spotted droplets of semen starting to leak out around it.
"We got this," came an unbidden breathy reply from Riley as the plastic container of bran muffins slid under the freshly fucked ass. The horse rancher's daughter pulled her fleshy plug from the dyke and a veritable cascade of cum streamed from the principal's rosebud. At the same time additional spurts joined the flow from above as both of the other girls added their loads to the white flood. But the deluge started to darken. The four girls watched as Principal Hannah Gallagher squatted and spread then began to swirl a long snake of shit upon the muffins below. One, two, three soft sludgy worms landed in a coiled pyramid and were coated a frosting made of cum.
Finally all five had emptied and they leaned against each other to admire their twin concoctions, kissing, fondling, and canoodling in the aftermath of their impromptu lovemaking.
"Let's go people, up to your rooms, get changed," Doris clapped as she entered the kitchen. "Kelsey, find your guests something suitable to wear. It has to be more than their birthday suits. Your mother is taking care of Amber. Hannah and I will mix this all together, maybe I'll add something to it. Quick now! Go!" With that the four students scattered as Doris looked out the window and saw an expensive looking Audi turn into the driveway. "Jillian," she called, "they're here."
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It wasn't like the other trainees in the DociCon Program were coming up short. All of the girls were putting in the work, each had put the other in chastity for a short period so they could experience that aspect of their future relationship as well. But Tammy Winchester and Fiona Morrissey had clearly outshone the others in her mind. They were a solid couple who had developed their feelings for each other over time and it showed. You could always tell with those ones, the familiarity with the best and worst each had to offer the other, but more importantly their comfort and acceptance of it. They had that. It's why she chose them to be the first ones to take possession of a DociCon.
Michaela was resting in her room after today's wonderful experimentation and she could hear Ceri down the hall in the kitchen conversing over the day's events with her daughter who had just arrived from work at Shutterbug's Photography. It wasn't utter happenstance that she had landed on her feet in Meadowvale, Rhianna was quite accomplished with a camera and in the darkroom. Still, it certainly didn't hurt that Juliana Delgado was a one woman show in the shop upon her arrival. The only other figure in the room with her was Mendie Müller, a cute one holed brunette with a soft pixie cute and lips to die for.
There was a time when young Mendie ran a crew in Dresden, Germany. He had been Marcus Weissbacher then. According to Alanna, he boy had been in and out of youth detention centres since he was old enough to go into one. Rather violent and hate-filled, members of his gang apparently were collection agents for a bigger criminal fish. At 19 and freshly convicted of maiming another he was facing a lengthy sentence behind bars. Getting him to sign onto the DociCon Program in light of the alternative was a fairly simple process. Of course, the representatives of the Fenwell Group didn't explain everything to him, but they did outline enough in legally binding but obscure terms to satisfy any court of law and get his signature on the bottom of the page.
After that, the drug therapy had started. They wanted the changes to be gradual, unnoticed, easily explained away by the psychologists. After all, as per the parent company's pitch, this was supposed to be an exercise in re-wiring his brain, minimizing aggressive tendencies and allowing the subject to access other heretofore buried ones from their subconscious. `Nothing that didn't exist beforehand,' they were told, `just things you could never see beyond the rage you lived within your daily life.' And while technically, that was true, the amount by which the program elevated the previously latent feminine side of a subject's personality through medicines, talk therapy, hypno-suggestion and other various methods went far beyond normal ratios.
And as far as the Fenwell Group was concerned, this was just fine with them. These were dangerous people they were taking out of the system. Even if Marcus Weissbacher had served his sentence, the chances are that not only wouldn't have he been rehabilitated, he likely would have been even more hardened and developed more contacts within the prison, ultimately making him even more dangerous upon his release. The DociCon Program removed that possibility and offered a different one. From what Annika had told her it's how it was marketed to governments on whatever level they needed to sell the proposal to with the caveat once more that enough was told them to get their signatures but nothing beyond that. To be sure, the other side had to approve their choices for candidates, but they drew up the list.
And now Marcus was Mendie and Mendie looked fetching in a soft yellow blouse, violet monk style shoes and a paisley bubble skirt the colour scheme of which complemented both. She had arrived last night and the first thing the doctor was put her on the table so she could implant a Prostatic Stimulator. She wanted her nice and full of cum for the handover. She had her on the default second level until she got up this morning, at which time she bumped it up to 2.5. It wasn't quite high enough to provoke the tell-a-tale physical signs of stimulation, but more than sufficient for the girlie-girl to churn herself silly all day long.
Her legs in the stirrups, strapped down and spread, panties removed, blouse and bra undone, and skull secured in a head brace, her 31-24-33 body was in an incredibly vulnerable position. Her favourite violet chastity device entrapped her three inch cock and made her balls bulge to obscene proportions. She pushed the slider on the Prostatic Stimulator up to its third setting still keeping the orgasmic lock in place. A gentle humping ensued. A pebbled dildo some 8 inches long worked in and out of her boypussy at a relaxed rate. Both Tammy and especially Fiona were larger than that. Owena wanted to loosen Mendie up prior to the exchange, but she still wanted to leave some of the thrill in there.
"You look so beautiful today lovely Mendie, so beautiful," she complimented as she beamed down at her and caressed her hair.
"Thank you Mummy Owena, I feel beautiful," she answered somewhat dreamily.
"I'll bet you do. Does that big cock sliding in and out of your pussy make you feel beautiful Mendie?"
"Yes," she answered falling further and further under the physician's spell.
"Does the tingling on your walnut make your feel beautiful Mendie?"
"Yes."
"Would emptying your balls make you feel beautiful Mendie?"
"Yes"
"Would eating shit make you feel beautiful Mendie?"
"Yes"
She nodded to the four figures standing just inside the door out of view from the strapped down DociCon. All four had long since shed their clothing. Ceri grinned at her two classmates as her mother gave both a gentle push forward.
"I would like you to meet two girls that will be very special to you and to whom you will be special as well" the older woman continued guiding the two students so that the one hold girl could see them. "This is Mistress Tammy and Mistress Fiona. Mummy Owena has many other girls she needs to help, just like Mummy Owena helped you," she explained caressing away the momentary sadness that flashed across the brunette's face. Mistress Tammy and Mistress Fiona are going to take care of you from now on. You must do everything they tell you to. If you do, they will make you feel beautiful, just like I would. You like feeling beautiful don't you my lovely Mendie?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to feel beautiful now Mendie?"
"Yes."
The Welsh woman nodded to her daughter who helped guide the Winchester girl up onto the table so that her curvy ass sat on the breasts of the other. In the meantime Ceri turned off the overhead arm powering the dildo's motion and moved it out of the way from the end of the table, inviting the tall blonde to take the tool's place.
"Do you have their phones?" the doctor asked Rhianna as she placed her own on the stomach of the strapped down DociCon.
"Right here," the streaked brunette replied placing the two next to the clinician's.
"And everything else is in order?" the eldest asked, double checking.
"All the paperwork is signed, they will be staying at the Winchester Ranch on a permanent basis," she nodded.
"OK girls, you've read the manual for the Prostatic Stimulator. I'm adding the controls to your phones now," Owena declared. "Mendie is on the third setting and locked and currently holding...4.6 times her usual. Once you switch off the orgasmic lock, she will start to empty her balls in short order. That amount alone will take her well over 20 minutes. As she is on the regular regimen, the more shit she eats, the more cum she will churn and if the device is on it will do that as well. Bottom line once she starts, the real problem will be getting her to stop cumming."
Rhianna spread Tammy's cheeks and positioned her rosebud over Mendie's mouth as the latter licked her lips as Fiona pushed her entire thick 10 inches slowly into the anal canal of their new slave. The pair nodded and shared a grin. The crackling of filth descending from the redhead and the noisy smacking coming from below indicated the feeding had begun. The big blonde began plunging in and out of the darkness as the pair leaned to each other and shared a kiss.
"Look down girl's look down," the doctor suggested holding her phone below their faces. First she moved the control to its fourth level. Then deliberately, after holding their eyes, she glanced at her screen and removed the orgasmic lock and the five of them peered intently at the locked cock of the sixth. The chastity device Mendie was fitted with did not have a peehole. It was simply a solid half dome covering the crown attached to a metal cage enclosing the small shaft. Swollen balls, easily larger than the organ itself, formed a likely painful pillow for the entirety of it all.
The hips of the former thug were thrusting up from the table now with increased ferocity, partially egged on by the high setting of the device, and partially by the pipe of flesh ploughing her most fertile fecal field. Rhianna quickly tightened down the waist restraint preventing the body beneath from leaving the table. Two more similar actions quickly followed and Mendie was completely motionless and at their mercy. And then it began. Little bits of white appeared around the edges of the chrome cap and leaked down the sides of the distended scrotum. The flow increased and became thicker. There were no surges, no orgasmic exclamation marks, just a constant flooding of cum from beneath the metal helmet on the chastity device washing over the trapped balls, down the crack of the girlie-girl's ass to help lubricate the wood of the sophomore slamming into her.
On and on it went. "The doctor was right," Fiona thought with a grin. "The problem was going to be getting her to stop." Her grin quickly turned into a look of surprise. The anal trembling sprung upon her unexpected. Despite its restraints the short haired brunette's body began a long series of shudders. She groaned and picked up her pace her thrusting taking on a bestial quality. Cum rocketed up from deep within her as Mendie's anal orgasm reverberated through both of their bodies. Her head was pushed down from behind as she took her lover's leaking cock into her mouth. She hadn't even noticed Ceri stroking her nine inches until it had been `pointed out to her'. She slashed out with her tongue repeatedly taking the most familiar piece as deep down her gullet as she could time and again until her thirst was quenched. Fiona swallowed and surged, the ass below continued to spasm as cum anti-climatically bubbled up from beneath metal. "Just when she thought their love couldn't get any better," she thought fuzzily, "it somehow had."
End of Chapter 84