Meadowvale Academy Chapter 83
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, non consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 83: New Arrivals and Old Acquaintances Part 1
Gerdur Huld stood in the main foyer of the Meadowvale Town Library. At 64 years old she could have retired by now and sometimes in the mornings, she wished she would have. But not on this one. No, on this one, the modernization of this building, as old as the town hall itself which stood just across the green, was about to be complete. Though there had been some hammering and sawing within the interior, the main upgrade had been electronic. There were new computers all around, both for staff and clients and they all had the latest ease of use gizmos attached. An upgraded high capacity trunk line had also been installed which served the two buildings exclusively. But perhaps most importantly the Meadowvale Town Library was now plugged into the HOKA, the Hedonian Online Knowledge Archive.
To be sure, it wasn't like the facility had just been brought out of the stone ages, they had computers and access to the internet prior to this. But HOKA was a new development. Its access to the information of the world was encyclopedic, but more than that, it gave the user that access without all the advertisements, purchased search results, and general bad judgment that plagued other search engines. For outside entities it was a subscription service, for those communities that were members of the Hedonian Learning Network it was free of charge. And the Associative Assistant feature was a real breakthrough. It would analyze your search results and suggest other relevant pieces of information. Articles in the queue that were later proved to be less useful based on what was currently being viewed were replaced in real time by new ones tailored to those things that the searcher had accessed. Each personalized unit self-contained, you could delete your entire search or any part of it at any time or save whatever part of the tree you wanted to. It was like having your own private librarian with eidetic memory.
Moreover, each entry came with a meter icon that indicated how much of the information contained therein was factual and how much was opinion and analysis. Spider programs within the HOKA central server "cross referenced everything with everything" Ulrike Bergheim had explained to her a couple days ago. She'd be along later today to walk her through some of the basics once the techs had everything installed. Not that the Icelandic woman was any kind of computer genius herself. She could get around on a keyboard well enough and knew most of your standard office programs from her days as a member of the town council but that was nearly 12 years ago.
She had made the move willingly. Gerdur always was a patron of the search for knowledge of all types and a champion of the library. When her predecessor had passed away back then it left a large hole that needed to be filled quickly. The big woman volunteered originally as a stopgap measure but the longer she substituted in the position, the more she wanted to make it permanent. And eventually it was. She had far more vim and vigor a decade ago than she did now and easily handled the administration duties, but in the last couple of years her former colleagues in the town hall had been looking to gradually lighten her load.
To that end they had brought in the woman behind the main desk Cho Han some 20 months ago. The attractive woman whose family hailed from Seoul, looked up from her work and smiled in greeting from under her brown pixie bob. She had a pair of wonderful daughters, Hyun and Mi Cha. A year apart, the former was in her first year at the academy. The second would join her there next year. They were fixtures at the library once the bus dropped Hyun off in front of the town hall after school. Gerdur enjoyed having them around. Hyun already apprenticed under their tutelage and she was sure Mi Cha would do the same once she was eligible in a few months.
But with the installation of HOKA, Annalise Bauer felt that it would be a good time to add another full time staffer. She could understand why. She was fine with the decision, this new tech made her head spin. Roberta Anders would make be a welcome addition to their team and it would allow her to take a back seat in management. The redhead would be arriving with the Computer Science teacher this afternoon. The two were an item and had been since they met at Ridgeway Women's College. They lived in a bungalow just inside the town limits across Hempstead Line about 500 meters from the sprawling ranch style home that she shared with the Hans. The house was really too much for her alone and when they had assigned it to her two years ago she was certain at the time that others would soon be residing in the place with her.
It took less than a year before the first of those `others' arrived, the Hans moving in some four months after she did. The place still felt too big. That said, it was outside of town and not close to any amenities so demand for the space was not high. There had been a few long term guests over the past year that had taken over one of the rooms for a month or two at the behest of the local government but who was she to argue. As it turned out, more of those `others' would be showing up within the week, expanding the current household even more.
With Roberta's transfer from the Meadowvale Academy the school was going to need a replacement. She had just gotten word earlier today. Her daughter Freyja had been brought in to take over administration of the school's facilities. She and her granddaughter Eydís would be arriving in Meadowvale by the weekend from Blackbridge Common. Her second daughter, Rúna, would be joining her fresh from the archives at Ridgeway a day or two later. Eydís was the same age as Hyun and the three girls seemed to get along well, those few occasions when Freyja was able to visit. She looked forward to the new living arrangements.
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Doctor Owena Kendrick removed her reading glasses, rubbed the bridge of her nose and blinked the strain from her eyes as she leaned back in her chair away from the computer screen. Her first attempt at the installation of a Prostatic Stimulator Saturday afternoon had gone off without a hitch with the numbing agent She had activated it almost immediately thereafter. The lab jackets up at Blackbridge Common were quite pleased with their breakthrough. Given the variety of papers that had been submitted by the medical professionals in Meadowvale this past year, the team Wren Fellows ran out of head office needed the win. It was still early, but so far all the signs pointed to a resounding victory
Given her expertise in anal stimulation and her involvement with the Docicon Project, Annika Schwartzstein had arranged to have 20 units sent to her. The focus of the implant was indeed the prostate gland and its functionality was controlled by an app that could be installed on any digital device. The lowest level produced a minute electro stimulation that induced increased semen production. Wren had suggested using this as the default setting. Early testing showed that constant use increased sperm count and decreased recovery time.
The higher one turned the proverbial dial, the higher the electrical stimulation. It could even be used to induce seminal release. Not that Owena subscribed to that, she was old school. She liked the tactile; feel of the walnut on her fingertips when she brought one of her girls over the edge, the thrusting of her beefy beast massaging the little bump of bliss as she fucked her patient into their release. The sense of power it gave her was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. Additionally, the tool could also be used to suppress the very orgasm it was egging on through a second control. Theoretically it was the ultimate in orgasm denial. Well, it wasn't technically a theory anymore. When the shipment had arrived at the clinic she had decided that the first test subject she would install the implant on should be her daughter Rhianna's Sissy Wife Michaela.
The scientist got up from her chair and walked over to the milking horse that her sissy daughter-in-law was still strapped into. Removing her panties and unbuttoning the bottom of her white jacket she sat in the sliding seat in front of the girlie-girl's face. Gliding forward she sunk her thick 10 inches into the other's willing mouth to the hilt in one motion as the face fucking began. The Welsh woman still had more to write but as her cock repeatedly plunged through the full lips in front of her she couldn't help but reflect on recent events.
"How are we feeling today?" Owena asked as she ushered Michaela onto the milking horse. "Is your boy pussy all nice and tingly? I'll bet you're full of cum aren't you? Full to the brim." She smiled as she strapped the girlie girl in, securing both arms and both legs, then removing her favourite chastity belt, washed her little cock and big balls before strapping it back on. She had special ordered it from Meadowvale Industries a week and a half ago. Her daughter found that her plaything was partial to soft yellow and daisies. Jessica Pang had told her it was a request easily filled given the fact that they used multiple 3D printers out there. They had to get one specially sized for her small three inch cock which drew sniggers all around. "All nice and loose and all nice and snug," she announced tightening one instrument around the hardening tool beneath the bench even as she upped the control to the second level on the Prostatic Stimulator.
"So how was work this morning?" the doctor asked ass she took her seat at the near her patient's lovely ass and began greasing up her hand. She had gotten into the habit of making small talk with her patients over the years to set them at ease. She loved watching them struggle to maintain their decorum as she slowly pushed them further and further along, reluctantly ceding control of their bodies to her.
"It was fine, I started doing the monthly reports Clearwater Greenhouses today," Michaela answered. "Once I'm done with those, I'll do Mary Jane's and then set up the books for the new entity they will be merged into Harristone Botantical Research."
"That sounds like quite an undertaking," the physician commented as she teased two slick fingers around the rim of the rosebud before her.
"Oh...it will be," she returned, her breath catching. "I'll be doing this for at least a week, perhaps the middle of the month."
"But it isn't anything you haven't done before right?" she followed up as increased the pressure on her circling fingers, pushing open the sphincter a bit more.
"No...no...I've done a few...of these...in the past."
Owena smiled unseen. The sissy probably wasn't even aware of the soft thrusting motion of her hips as the doctor teased and retreated ever so slightly, allowing the former to supply the momentum for her own impending penetration. "How many?"
"Well, there was Richardson-Sykes...mmmmm...that was...mmmmy first..." she started explaining, stumbling over her words.
"How long did that take?" she probed further as she let just her fingertips slip through the puckered orifice.
"Oooooh...week...I think...week."
"Is that all?" she continued holding her fingers in place as Michaela's thrusting increased, taking her digits to the second knuckle.
"Smaller... job..."
"Smaller? Too small? You want more, bigger?" she purred as she slid a third finger in next to the first two and pushed forward a bit more. The response was immediate as the girlie girl moaned and increased the pace at which she slid back and forth on the movable plate on the horse. "So surely that wasn't the only time you've done the bookkeeping on a merger such as this prior to this week," the older woman declared pulling the conversation back into the mundane once more.
"There...were...mmmmmm...more..."
"More?" Owena asked with a smile as she jammed her three fingers in as far as they could go and began massaging the one holed girl's prostate.
"Mooooooorrree..."
"Yes, yes, more," she cooed pleasantly as she dialed the control of the Prostatic Stimulator up to its third level then added her pinky to her other three digits. The sglitch, sglitch, sglitch of her fingers pistoning in and out of the pliant starfish as she fondled the walnut within combined with the sissy's lustful outbursts to create a rapturous cacophony within her lab. She was starting to breathe a bit heavier herself now as her girthy 10 inches made its presence known, pushing up from between her pantiless legs. "So...this one you are doing now...is the largest one you have done then?"
"Mmmmmmm...Ebersole...Kennedy...Barnes...mmmmm...bigger..."
"Bigger?"
"Oooooooo...bigger...yes...biiiiigggger..."
Michaela slammed her hips back against her hand as the doctor stood up and unbuttoned her labjacket. The girlie girl's body had really developed once they took her in to get treated with Erosculpt and Foliclovan. She now measured 35-24-36 which was quite the change from the 31-28-31 she had been when they had arrived in Meadowvale. Her hair was now a thick mane of black with wisps of dark red at the ends. But her lovely little boy clit had actually shrunk a bit down to three inches from the four it had been thanks to the drug regimens she had been on and the chastity belts she had been wearing for the past couple of years. She had been fully converted to the joys of having an anal orgasm; it's all she lived for now. The Prostatic Stimulator would only deepen her desire to give her ass to anyone who wanted it, even with the knowledge that her release was not her own.
The crown of Owena's thick beast pierced her daughter in law's rosebud and buried itself to its full length in one stroke as Michaela moaned loudly at the new intruder. "Bigger, yes, bigger," the older woman whispered into the ear of the raven haired cocksleeve strapped onto the sliding platform. "So big, yes, so big. Can you feel your walnut tingling Michaela, can you feel it? Do you want Mummy Owena to bring you over the edge? Do you want Mummy Owena to empty your balls for you? They must be so full by now, you've been churning your cum for over two days now. Nice big full balls, yes, big full balls."
The doctor picked up her phone where she had two different apps on the screen side by side. The stimulation setting on each was on three of five. The release setting on each was red. The name on the first was Michaela, the name on the second was her own. After all, if you weren't willing to undergo the same treatment you recommended to your patients, why should they allow you to carry it out on them? It was a quiet thing, the procedure. Only Dr. Patricia Wellesley, her boss knew of it. It was done within the hour of her arriving at the clinic to pick up her shipment. And now as she climbed the ladder to her bliss willy nilly she was so glad she had it done. She thrust in and out and she moved the slider bars on the first set of controls to 4.5. Her groan echoed that of the lovely girlie girl beneath her. "Ready my lovely Michaela? Ready to empty your balls for Mummy Owena? Ready for Mummy Owena to fill your ass with her wonderful cream?" She flipped the release controls on both from red to green as her eyes rolled back into her head in rapture.
The anal canal she was plunging in and out of rhythmically squeezed and released as her cock became a firehose. Somewhere in the background she could hear the loud slapping of semen striking the floor in longer sustained bursts than her own, but it was her own orgasm that overwhelmed her senses. Though she had occasion to cum since Saturday, the device had nonetheless be constantly running at two this week and she had turned it up to three when she got up this morning. So much cum, so little space for it to go. Still she slammed into the one holed girl, still she flooded her dark depths with her pearly prize. It crept down the sides of her shaft even as more spilled out and then started leaking out the seal around her tool with each thrust. But she wasn't empty yet, far from it. The physician became a fucking machine, only concerned with launching her seed into the warm tunnel milking her pipe. On and on it went until eventually her legs began to give out and she collapsed on top of the beautiful girl below her. Even then, even after each had stopped thrusting against the other, both of their cocks lazily spurted the remnants of their release. She dialed back the controls on both devices to the second level as both gradually faded from consciousness, covered in sweat, reeking of cum, bathing in euphoria.
There was no way the orgasm she was building up to now as her thick 10 inches ploughed in and out of Michaela's lovely mouth was going to be as intense as the one she had flooded her ass with. Still as her pipe slid between her beautiful red lips as her black bangs bounced off of her face she couldn't help but hope. She pulled out her phone once again and dialed the stimulator on both units up to four. Michaela looked up at her through half closed eyes as she felt the additional tingling on her prostate. Her mother in law smiled down at her with a hint of menace and began ramming her meaty member down her throat with more vigor.
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Savannah parked her car in the lot beside the clinic about 20 minutes before her appointment with Patricia Wellesley. She was lucky the doctor was able to squeeze her in on such short notice, she had left a message late on Monday evening. Apparently the head medic had a last minute cancellation which was fortunate for the former professor. She had a lot to talk about and who better to talk to than her physician. Visitation Day had left her in a state of confusion. She had done some things at Gemini's she had not done in decades and she had done them with people she was meeting with again later today. She had a lot to talk about.
She gave a friendly nod to Marlena Schwartzstein and Glinda Ramsey as she entered the waiting room. She spotted a couple others in lab jackets moving about down the hall as well. Dr. Charles had a patients file in hand as she walked into an examination room. The Weathersby woman, she didn't know her that well, exited another and turned the corner. The place was indeed busy today. An attractive white coated girl looked up from the reception desk as she approached. "Good morning, how may I help you?"
"Savannah Randall, I have a 1 PM appointment with Dr. Wellesley," she offered with a smile. The young brunette glanced at her computer screen momentarily.
"Yes, there you are. If you'll just follow me, Miss Randall," she prompted standing up and starting towards the door to the rest of the complex. The older woman shrugged good naturedly at the other two as she jumped them in the queue and walked after the part time receptionist.
"Aren't you still in school...?" She queried struggling with the name of the girl.
"Devon, Devon Van der Damme," she filled in flashing her teeth. "And yes, I'm in my senior year. But I have double spare Wednesday afternoons and they were looking for apprentices...so here I am."
The pair walked down the main hall and turned to the right, the older woman in tow. "She certainly was a fetching one," Savannah noted privately as she studied the curve of her behind. Even under the lab jacket she could see the student had a generous sway to her hips. "Yes, most generous," she vocalized inwardly as her tongue snuck out of her mouth whetting her lips. She shook her head slightly stopping her thoughts short. "When had I started doing that?" she wondered to herself as a door to her left was opened and she was ushered into an examination room.
"Is this the correct room?" the retired lecturer asked the receptionist. "I asked for a consult."
"Dr. Wellesley wanted to do an examination as well," the other explained. "She said you hadn't been in since last summer?" The Randall woman nodded. She wasn't wrong. Since she moved to Meadowvale three years ago she had been in fairly robust health and so had her grandchildren, Vanessa and Yolanda. There was Vanessa's sprained ankle almost a year ago during a tennis tournament at Falkerville but outside of that the Randalls had no real reason to come to the clinic beyond the Christmas Cum Drive. She had given two loads prior as she was out of town that weekend. The kids had a good time though from the stories they told. "If you'll just remove your clothes and get up here on table, I'll get you ready for the doctor," Devon then instructed. "We have gowns if you feel the need to cover up." She continued nodding to the set on the table opposite.
Savannah began to unceremoniously disrobe in front of the apprentice. After what had happened two days ago, did she really have anything left to hide? She let herself be guided to the table, sat down, and then laid on her back. Devon smiled down at her as she placed her head into the rest behind her. First one leg and then the other were secured into the stirrups and then each arm was strapped into place at the elbow.
"Is this really necessary?" the mature futa asked as she was systematically immobilized.
"Dr. Wellesley was quite specific," she replied calmly without pause. "She should be here in a minute or two." It was at that point that the door opened and the woman she came to see entered the room.
"Miss Randall, it's been a while," she greeted shaking the hand of her restrained patient. "I see that you are all prepped for your examination."
"I thought I had booked a consult with you," the greying woman questioned, protesting slightly.
"You did, you did, and we'll get to that," she smiled, "but I do not see you that often so I thought it best we get this out of the way while I have you here." The physician then turned to her assistant. "Miss Randall is all prepped?"
"Yes Ma'am," the student answered a bit more enthusiastically than needed that Savannah thought necessary.
"Good, good, let's start with the rectal exam then," Patricia instructed as she pressed a button on the side of the table and the table's hydraulics hummed into action slowly raising the stirrups so her legs were brought back towards her eventually stopping when her ass was pointed at the ceiling. "Wear gloves; use the lubricant in the green bottle for this one." She then pulled up her stool and sat down next to the gynecological table next to her patient's head. "So you wanted to talk to me about Visitation Day?"
"What about her?"
"She can talk about what goes on in here as much as I can," the medic assured her as Savannah heard the snapping of rubber followed by the squirting and squishing of some kind of gel between fingers. "Just pretend like she isn't there. So tell me what happened at Gemini's"
Well, I was invited to lunch by Annalise Bauer," the older woman started. "She said she wanted to talk about apprenticeship placements for my granddaughters. I know how difficult it can be to secure a table for the festivities so of course I accepted."
"As would I have in your place," she smiled then nodded to Devon who commenced lubing up the inner walls of her ass with her fingers eliciting an involuntary groan from the restrained woman. "Like she isn't even here," she reminded. "Please continue Miss Randall. What happened when you arrived?"
"There were four of them at the table, Annalise, Svetlana Stoichkova, Magnolia Roundtree, and Clara Clearwater. The girls are interested in botany you see," she revealed, "so I thought it a good sign when I saw the last two there."
"And why wouldn't it be?"
"I thought so too. I'm meeting with them again later today. I'm picking up the girls after school today so they can be introduced."
"So it sounds like everything went quite well then?"
"Well, yes...and no," the strapped down retiree vacillated. "I think the meeting went well, I think they liked the applications of the girls. I mean, they want another meeting today so..."
"What do you mean, you think? You don't know? What did they say?" the doctor asked calmly but firmly.
"Well, I don't know really. I was...doing something else."
"So you weren't there?"
"No, I was there," Savannah reconfirmed noticing for the first time that her nether regions were starting to numb. "I was just doing...something else."
"What was this something else you were doing?" the clinician asked leaning forward.
"I...was...eating...shit." The older woman divulged reluctantly, failing to notice the momentary gleam in the eyes of the others in the room.
"This was obviously something you have difficulty talking about but something you wish to get off of your chest," the Wellesley woman concluded. "You can talk to me though. Tell me exactly what happened."
"I couldn't say no. I couldn't say no to any of it," the woman bleated. "Every suggestion they made sounded like the right thing to do."
"What did they suggest Miss Randall? Tell me what did they suggest?"
"They told me to take off my clothes and then lean back against one of those feeding chairs," she whispered conspiratorially.
"What happened next?"
"They secured my head inside so my face was up and I couldn't move," she continued.
Patricia tightened the headrest around her patient's skull. "Like this?"
"Yes, yes, like that."
"Then what happened?"
"They attached one of those...milking nozzles to my cock," she disclosed noticing for the first time that the physician had jacked her numb tool to a leaking erection. The latter stood momentarily and lowered the milking arm over her stiff member and sitting down once more, turned on the pump. "Like this then?"
"Yes, like that," she confirmed as she her hips gently began to roll involuntarily. "Why can't I feel anything down there?"
"Oh, that. We're getting you prepped."
"Prepped for what?" she asked anxiously.
"Shhh, shhh, it's OK. We'll get to that. Continue, what happened next Miss Randall, tell us what happened next?"
"They...they...they put one of those things in my mouth that make it stay open as wide as it can," she admitted quietly conflicted by her body's response and the fact that she couldn't feel it. Moments later the brunette leaned over her face and slid the same device into her mouth that they had two days ago, twisting it to its maximum.
"Like that?"
She couldn't nod, she couldn't speak, Savannah Randall could only make unintelligible noises that she now realized would likely be ignored.
"What happened next? Did they take off their panties and show you their beautiful asses? I'll bet they did, didn't they?" She turned to the youngest present. "Devon dear, stop what you are doing, take off your panties, and show Miss Randall here your beautiful ass. We need to recreate the scenario to see if we can see what she is having problems talking about it." The senior grinned at her boss and removed her lab jacket, revealing that she had naught but silk undergarments beneath it. Those too were quickly shed before she climbed up on the table facing away from the restrained retiree. "Did they back over your face and spread their cheeks nice and wide so you could see their lovely rosebuds flex in and out? Did they do that? It sounds like the next logical step. It's probably what I would do in that situation." Once more she addressed her now naked assistant. "Devon, back over Miss Randall's face and spread your cheeks nice and wide so she can see your lovely rosebud flexing in and out."
Savannah watched with a small amount of dread and a sense of inevitability as once more the apprentice did as she was bid and the scene of two days ago continued to be played out yet again. A corner of her mind recalled her lusting over the girl's body beneath her clothes as she followed her down the hall. She was beautiful, her crevice was nice and deep, she could see how her face would fit into it perfectly. And her starfish was exquisite. The nice tight fleshy folds pulsing in and out as the brown tip of a log of shit appeared, then disappeared, appeared, then disappeared. The conflict within her was pulling her in two different directions. There was fear, there was longing.
"So, you wanted to know what we were prepping you for," the doctor started as she picked up a long needle nose like tool from her instrument tray and held it so she could see. "This my dear, is a Prostatic Stimulator. It is the latest breakthrough from the lab in Blackbridge Common. As you might expect, it gets implanted in your prostate which is why we made you all numb back there." She stood up and made her way to the other end of the gynecological table. "You won't even feel it go in, but once you the anesthesia wears off you've love what this little number can do for you."
Savannah heard a hiss and a click and somehow knew that the device was now a part of her. "There we go, all finished. Now we wait a few minutes." She walked back around to the head of the table, put the tool down and pulled out her cellphone "It's all controlled by this app here," she explained showing her the screen. "I'm just waiting for it to pair up. There it is. Now we can start. Watch now." The doctor moved her thumb to the slider on the display. "This control dictates how much stimulation your prostate gets from the device. You can set it between 1 and 5. The higher the setting the more cum you'll churn up. The manufacturer recommends a constant setting of 1 but no one listens to that. I usually go with a default of 2. Yours is on 3 at the moment. We want to make your balls nice and full of cream and keep them that way. It's going to be so fun being you."
Dr. Wellesley then moved on to the second half of the display which held a red and a green button. "Look, look here now," the brunette instructed as she pushed her glasses up on her nose a bit more. "This next bit is important. These buttons control whether you are able to cum or not. Red is no, green is yes. Good girls get green, bad girls do not. Now according to the manual, if we set the stimulation slider on five, that will induce orgasm, but not if this second one is on red. You will just keep humping and thrusting and sitting right there on the edge, but that is as far as you will go. But that only happens to bad girls. And you're a good girl aren't you Savannah?" she asked as she smiled at the trapped woman.
Again she swiped at her screen. "This here monitors your body. It really helps me keep track of things medically. One of the features I really like is it tells me just how much semen you are holding in real time. Oh, look at this! You're over double your normal load and the rate at which you are producing right now should help you recover quite quickly without any other stimulus. Lucky for you though, Devon gave you a booster of your daily regimen when she was down at that end once the local took hold. You know, the big five `Seedomil 2.0, Bactromin, Uribac, Fecalmillium, and Softserve. Did you know we've started keeping pre-mixed kits of those in the fridge. They are so popular and putting them together is a great teaching tool." She glanced at the Randall woman's midsection, noticing that her humping was more pronounced now than it had been. A second look at her screen showed that she was approaching 2.5 times her norm.
"Is Savannah ready to be a good girl? Is she? I'll bet she is." Patricia Wellesley walked around to the head of the platform and kissed her patient on the forehead before taking a long lick of the young girl's crack. She then guided the hips before her downwards until her rosebud docked on the lips pried open. "Devon dear, I think Miss Randall is hungry. Be a sweetie and feed her your lovely shit." She then ramped the slider up to 4 and watched her patients hips desperately roil as she swallowed greedily.
Savannah had returned to that place she thought she had fled from two days ago. Her face firmly wedged in the beautiful canyon of Devon Van Der Damme, she gorged on her lovely long log of sludge as it passed between her lips, across her tongue, and down her throat. And when it finally ended, another crept out to take its place. She could feel the nozzle on her cock now, sucking and siphoning, pulling her closer and closer. She could feel the tingling in her prostate as the implant wove its wicked spell upon her body. But she had seen the control before the cheeks had descended upon her. The button was red. "Please, please make the button green", she pleaded silently as she gulped down the fecal fruits of youth. "I'm being a good girl, a good, good girl."
Drained of her waste, Devon pissed into the open mouth below and then dismounted. The strapped down retiree couldn't help but notice that now there were more than three people in the room. "I know you were worried about your meeting with Magnolia Roundtree and Clara Clearwater, about what they might think, what they might do," the doctor started as she mounted the table and backed over her face. "But I'll make sure you're ready to handle anything they decide to throw at you. I want you to do well." She lowered her assflower onto the waiting mouth of the woman and felt her tongue reach up through the hole in the oral spreader and lick her crevice even as she sunk. "In fact, we all do. Devon, Dr. Johanssen here, Marlena and Glinda from the waiting room as well. Nurse Joyce wants you to do well too. She should be along in a few minutes. Wow, you are over three times your normal load right now, 3.3 as a matter of fact." She waggled her ass a bit pushing the Randall woman's face in further. "I'll bet you really want to cum right now don't you? I'll bet you do. Ready? Is Baby Savannah ready to cum when she gets fed? I'll bet she is." Doctor Patricia Wellesley watched the wildly thrusting hips before her as she forced the first of her slimy snakes down the gullet below. She flipped the button on the screen from red to green and smiled as over and over again, long spurts of cream erupted from the cock before her. "Fit her in?" she laughed to the others as she continued forcing her fecal goodness into the Randall woman's gaping maw. "Fit her in? As soon as I heard her message, I booked the whole afternoon off and started making phone calls."
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Temperance lay on her oversized bed she insisted be a part of the move Wednesday morning. Morna had pouted slightly at the suggestion that they might be ceding a bit of the carnal control of the household to their assistant, but Myrna had applauded her for her initiative, soothing her sister's hurt feelings at the same time. She watched the bedside clock hit 6:56 AM on its way to the 7:00 AM alarm she set previously and glanced around at the five other bodies in various forms of sleep around her. There were two more here than there were yesterday at this time she smiled as she reflected back to Monday afternoon.
The American was being a bit reckless, she knew it. Normally this kind of thing took more time than she was giving it, but her instincts were telling her that she was on solid ground here, that she wasn't going too fast. She had watched Ariella Reed struggle to maintain contact with the piss filled gusset of Bianca Vicker's panties as she fucked her ass. She had noted how she had pursed her lips against the material, she saw her nostrils flare, her eyes grow heavy, her throat flex. She felt her cock throb in her hand as she drank the other woman's golden nectar. She saw it in that moment. There was a piss slut somewhere within the Australian woman. She would just need to tease it out of her.
The pair canoodled on the floor after their tryst lost in each other, all but ignoring the Vickers women and the young girl with them. "There would be time enough for that later", the raven haired beauty thought as pulled the others panties over her hips and hers over the redhead's, a secretive, forbidden sharing of carnality. She smiled, lovingly running a hand through Ariella's hair as she kissed her forehead and felt her partner thrust gently against her. "Right now, I have other priorities." There was a silent communication between the two as they looked in each other's eyes.
It had been so long since the one had done something so dirty. Somehow the other sensed this, somehow she knew. And yet here she was holding her close, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, sharing in the flavor of the bitter beverage she had just swallowed. Somehow this thing she did, didn't feel wrong, didn't feel dirty. Not here, not with her. There were memories, memories of a younger, earlier time, when such things were freely shared amongst others. Times when there were no real world responsibilities, only homework. She glanced momentarily at the four figures over her head leaning against the couch, remembering.
But that had been so long ago, there were roles that were played, duties that were performed. There was enjoyment, there was physical pleasure, there was the bonding of spirits. But after graduation, things changed. Slowly but they changed. As time passed and one grew in stature within the community, the impetus to serve became less and less even as the desire to be served increased. The two traveled divergent paths until eventually one couldn't be seen by the other. And now, here today, it was like they had both stopped moving at the same time and looked back over their shoulders for the other.
She felt the moisture's soft trespass through the silk that had been placed upon her. She sighed and splayed her legs to welcome the wetness. It tickled the lips of her pussy, lingering momentarily before sliding above the band of the garment to begin tracing a trail on her naked flesh. She watched the yellow liquid stream out of the fleshy lips as the body above her slowly moved upwards. Nipples appeared before her lips and she encircled one, but it was only captured but for a passing second before it was freed. And still the stream advanced upon her. It carved a path between her breasts, pausing long enough to wash each stiff nipple before retreating once more to the middle to continue its journey north. Her neck and chin were baptized in gold, then her face, but she knew the stream's ultimate destination. She always knew. She opened her mouth as the stream found its mark. Her lover gazed down upon her as her pussy settled in place. The flow increased and she swallowed willingly. Her eyes stung, but it was a good pain. Her hands cupped the orbs of her the woman above her as her wet hair was played with by the other. No, this wasn't wrong, this wasn't dirty. As Ariella Reed nursed on Temperance Augustina's piss she had never felt so clean in her life.
End of Chapter 83