Ridgeway Women's College Chapter 3
These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Some of the premises and characters in these stories were introduced in the 'Meadowvale Academy' series of stories which you can find on this site here:
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/transgender/mind-control/meadowvale-academy/
The timeline of Ridgeway Women's College stories begins approximately between Chapters 87 and 88 of Meadowvale Academy stories, though a few of the characters from the former appear in the latter as early as Chapter 56.
Ridgeway Women's College
Chapter 3: Reading Week Part 3
"It was a smart move," Doctor Deborah Whitworth concluded silently when she read the memo from Moa Kampenberg a couple days ago. The school had been operating without a president for two semesters now with the semi-retirement of Beverly Bobbins, who took a consulting position with the Fenwell Group. The latter, of course had a lot of influence on who would replace her in the position and now that she had the file and had read the note that came with it, she could understand the delay. She checked the clock in her office before glancing at the family picture on her desk. Her two daughters, both students here at Ridgeway had not inherited her buxom body. She brushed her long straight brown hair over her shoulders and smiled down at her 44 inch breasts sitting in her E cup bra. Her hips were wider still. Lillian might get close someday, but she had a charm all her own. The fifth year student was doing her Masters in Hospital Administration and when she wasn't working on her degree she occupied the office next to hers, more or less running the day to day of the sorority clinic. Unlike her mother, her curly blonde Raggedy Ann locks contrasted with her coffee tinted complexion. Her younger sister Selina, a junior, was a legal student who wanted to specialize in patent law. Like her sibling she had curls that framed her face but the colour was much closer to her parent's. The photo had Deborah in the middle with an arm around each of them. It wasn't an unfamiliar position; she had often nursed them both simultaneously in the past. "Three minutes to one," she noted once again looking at the clock. Her next appointment should be arriving shortly.
Spencer Maxwell strode relaxed but with purpose towards the west entrance of the sorority complex. It was a brisk spring day and although the students were on holidays for the next week, it would be seven days of intense orientation for the new university president before they returned. Which was why he agreed to have the school mandated medical Sunday afternoon. It wasn't like he truly needed it. At 29 years old, he was in peak physical condition. He was on the gymnastics team in high school and while that didn't develop further, he still played racketball regularly as well as tennis when the weather cooperated and attended a yoga class twice a week. True, at 5'3" and 133 pounds he was on the short and slight side, but that had never held him back in any aspect of life. No one in his graduating class at university had attained such career heights so quickly in terms of responsibility. The fact that woman he had just started dating, Briar Winslow, also taught at Ridgeway Women's College was a bonus. "Perhaps if the relationship worked out, they would end up living together," he mused silently as he started climbing the steps to the building.
He nodded with a polite smile as a pair of students passed him going in the opposite direction. "They do like their collars here," he noted as he entered the building. It wasn't the first he had seen since he had arrived on campus yesterday, but there seemed to be more in this particular sorority than elsewhere. He paused once inside taking in the appearance and layout of the building. The high red oak wainscoted walls topped with mauve painted uppers belied the appearance of a typical administration building even if the general layout spoke to it. A warm spacious audience with furniture matched to the decor greeted the young man as he made his way further in. In the center of the far wall was a large red oak desk behind which sat an attractive dark haired girl with glasses and a pixie cut perhaps six or seven years younger than he. Pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up a bit further on his nose, he brushed his hand through his thick blonde hair and approached the receptionist.
"Good afternoon," she started. "My name is Piper, how might I help you?"
"I am Spencer Maxwell, the new university president," he introduced offering his hand in friendship. "I know this is somewhat out of the ordinary being the weekend and all, but I have an appointment with Dr. Whitworth for 1 PM this afternoon."
"Not at all," the student replied sympathetically. "No one's clock runs right in university. You'll want the second door on your left down the hall there. I'll let their reception know you are on your way," she affirmed picking up the phone on the desk.
"Thank you Piper," he nodded following the girl's instructions.
The junior watched him leave and then waggling slightly in her seat continued feeding her Bonded Daughter Minerva Moreno her midday meal, pushing her third log through the stretched lips of the Moraccan student.
Deborah looked up from her screen at the sound of the knock on the door. "Come in," she directed standing as her daughter Lillian entered followed by the newly named school president. "Spencer Maxwell?" she queried.
"One and the same," he answered extending his hand to the full figured dark woman that towered over him by almost half a foot.
"Welcome to Ridgeway Women's College," she smiled accepting the greeting. "I'm Doctor Deborah Whitworth and this is Nurse Lillian."
"Happy to be here and get started," he replied with a friendly nod.
"Very well then," she returned. "If you'll just step behind the screen over there and remove your clothes, there is a gown you can put on and we can begin."
"Gown?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Maxwell. We will need a full physical. University policy," the doctor explained. "It's an annual thing but everyone gets one when they start here, student or staff. Nurse Lillian just had her yearly two weeks ago."
"It's a breeze Mr. Maxwell. Mine was done in no time at all," the cute bespectacled blonde added.
"Very well then," the young executive conceded shrouding himself behind the portable separator. "We may as well get this over with."
Spencer began disrobing as the doctor began peppering him with background questions about existing conditions, general well-being, exercise habits, sleep schedule, and eating habits. "And how often do you experience ejaculation?"
"Sorry?" he stopped puzzled just as he finished tying his gown.
"We do have to ask Mr. Maxwell," the physician clarified seriously. "It is a bodily function after all and let's face it, an important one at that."
"Two or three times a week, some times more," he answered a bit reluctantly emerging from behind the screen.
"And this is self-induced or with a partner?"
"Currently? Ummm...self-induced, but that could change soon," he answered almost blurting out the last.
"There is nothing wrong with masturbation Mr. Maxwell," the large woman pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "There probably isn't anyone in this building that doesn't practice it at some time or another. Cough for me," she then directed stepping forward with her stethoscope. "Again," she prompted as she moved the instrument around on his chest and back, moving the gown as needed as the standard array of physical check up tests commenced.
"OK, I'm seeing a couple of interesting things here, they might be nothing, but they could be indicative of a problem down the road," Deborah divulged. "If you could get up on the table here and lie back, I'm going to hook you up to a monitor and Nurse Lillian here will give you a couple shots and we'll see what that tells us."
She then turned to her daughter and nodded to the machine in the corner. "If you could prep Mr. Maxwell here, we'll give him 50 CCs of Ephebifem and another 50 CCs of Seedomil3."
The two women carried out their tasks in a friendly, professional manner and Spencer found himself slightly less nervous than he had been about the potential problem the doctor was concerned about. Both of them dripped an intangible sense of eroticism that neither seemed to acknowledge. Doctor Deborah's wonderfully full body dominated the room and the nurse with her cute curly blonde hair and well proportioned curves had a sense of innocence willing to be corrupted. He didn't even notice that they had restrained his arms using one for the IV drip and the other for the instrumentation.
"This shouldn't take too long. It's probably nothing," she reassured him, "but it's best we be sure. While I have you up here though," she continued as she slid the leg stirrups into place from beneath the table, "we may as well take care of the prostate exam. It has to be done anyway and no one likes cancer right?" Once again she turned to her blond assistant. "Best we give him a Flexarectin enema before we begin."
Whatever arousal Spencer was feeling up to that point abruptly left him with the mention of the six letter `C' word. First one leg, then the other was strapped in and then he felt a pair of metal over pieces slide up against his ass cheeks. With a press of a button on the side of the examination table, both of his legs began moving apart as his hips slid forward and his cheeks were spread. Cold slippery gel was applied to his crevice and with a single push a nozzle was inserted and fluid began filling his anal cavity and beyond.
"Are we sure all of this is necessary?" he asked as he felt himself slowly bloat.
"Absolutely," Lillian answered as she placed a hand on Spencer's stomach as if tracking its expansion. "You just started here. We wouldn't want to lose you and have to search for a new school president all over again would we?"
"Looks like you've taken all of the fluids, Mr. Maxwell," Deborah observed a short time later. "I'm just going to put this plug in now to help you hold them in for five minutes and then we will get you to empty and get started." With that Spencer felt her remove the nozzle and push in a second tapered object that ended up being a bit larger by the time it was completely inserted. "We'll be back in a bit Mr. Maxwell," she then smiled as the two women made their way out the door he had entered through some minutes earlier.
The pair decamped to Lillian's office and turned on the screen to watch the hidden camera feeds in the examination room just in time to see than the delay the doctor had set on the buttplug lapse. A buzzing sounded from the anal insert holding the enema in place and both women watched with glee as the school president's eyes slowly widened in alarm. "Umm, excuse me, I think something is wrong," he called out to no one in particular. "Hello? Hello?" the blond man tried once more helpless to help himself. Deborah and Lillian peered at the screen as the restrained patient protests slowly grew quieter over time as his seven inch cock lazily filled with blood once more and the muscles in his legs slackened. It was as if he had come to the understanding that he would simply have to endure what was happening even as the experience of enduring became less of a trial and more, more of something else.
"I think it is time we moved onto the next stage of Mr. Maxwell's appointment," she declared, her eyes twinkling as she stood up and made for the door.
"You're the boss," the younger Whitworth returned grinning as she followed her mother out of the office.
"How are we feeling Mr. Maxwell?" Deborah queried re-entering the examination suite.
"Good, I guess," the smaller man replied, fighting through slight embarrassment and mild arousal to try to appear professional, even as his member betrayed him.
That's good to hear," the large dark skinned woman remarked. "I'll check your readings once more while Lillian here allows you to empty and then we'll see what we need to do from there," she explained as she approached the table. Presently Spencer heard the enema noisily expel itself from his ass as he found himself staring into the cleavage of Doctor Deborah's massive mammaries. She had bent over him to examine the outputs on the instruments he was connected to, manipulating his cock as if to compare its physical reaction to that showing on the monitors. "Your equipment looks to be in good shape but I want to be certain the nerve endings are in order," she explained as his tool stiffened slightly under her grip as he coloured somewhat. "Don't worry about your physical reactions Mr. Maxwell. It would be more of a problem if you weren't having them while I was doing this." She began fitting a headpiece over his skull and tightening it down. "I'm going to immobilize your upper body a bit more as we need accurate numbers for the next bit. You're moving around will skew them." She looked once more at the monitor and nodded to herself satisfied, then turned to the blond nurse. "We're going to need a local."
Another button was pushed on the examination table and slowly both of his legs began to lift and bend back towards his body until his knees rested against his chest. Nurse Lillian then pushed a syringe into the top of his anal crevice and he felt himself quickly numb as the doctor inserted a speculum into his sphincter. A second instrument was inserted into his anal canal and he heard a click before the large breasted woman removed both medical tools. Once his legs had been lowered once more the school president noticed the blonde girl squat down below his line of sight at the far end of the table. He couldn't feel anything down there at the moment but was sure something was happening. He heard the hum of some kind of machine starting and another rhythmic crackling sound. "OK, we'll be back in few minutes once the local has worn off," she advised with a smile as just before the two left the room once again. "We're almost done here Mr. Maxwell."
Once more they retired to the office next door only this time when they arrived they weren't alone. All told there were six other medical students waiting outside for them. Saffron Kozslowski, the short junior with the black bob was majoring in cosmetic science. Her classmate the braided blonde Zora Stoichkova was studying genetics. Besides them there were four sophomores. The luscious Lydia Conway, her black hair tied back in a messy bun stood next to the Estonian Triinu Anniste, with her long wavy locks of brown and blonde. Both girls looked to be born lab rats studying chemistry and pediatrics respectively. Finally there were the two tallest of the group, both members of the volleyball team in addition to their similarities scholastically. The auburn haired Rhonda Richards was working towards her degree in physical therapy while her counterpart, the honey brunette Dakota Montreaux, her hair tied back tightly, was hoping to one day become a virologist.
"This way girls," the doctor directed leading them in. The two Whitworths took their seats in the chairs they had been in before as Deborah pulled out her tablet and transferred the feed onto the big screen hanging from the far wall. "Make yourselves comfortable as you can," suggested as the hidden camera in the chamber next door presented an end on view from above of the restrained man. Easily visible by the eight futas but unseen by the patient was an arm attached to the end of the gynecological table that was pushing a dildo attached to it in and out of his ass in slow shallow strokes no more than an inch in length. It was plain that as of yet the local anesthetic had yet to wear off as there was no physical reaction forthcoming from him.
The physican put on a wireless headset and thumbed over her tablet, looking at the settings of the training arm and the implant. The first she had Lillian set for two inches of penetration at 20 strokes per minute. With a three inch girth and a six inch length the rubbery fuck tool was at the ideal parameters for educational purposes. The Prostatic Stimulator she had just installed on the school president was currently running at 2.0. It was enough for his semen to start churning but not enough to give away the game, at least not yet. That would likely soon change however. She had set the controls to increase incrementally by 0.1 every 60 seconds so that by the time the school president began regaining feeling in his lower abdomen, there would be a slight but involuntary thrusting of the hips.
By the time everyone had gotten comfortable it had already been three or four minutes. The Kozslowski and Stoichkova girls had paired off, sitting with their backs to the desk, each with a hand of the cock of the other. Rhonda Richards sat on a short filing cabinet pushing her girthy 12 inches into the starfish of Dakota Montreaux from behind while jacking her with her right hand. The brown haired Estonian's eyes were glued to the screen even as Lydia Conway's sphincter rose and fell on her stiff nine inch pipe. The pair sat facing each other in the only other chair in the room, the greasy hand of the first stroking the member of the second and an open jar of Beanstalk on the end table beside them. Mother and daughter, though tempted, couldn't afford to get involved with what was quickly devolving into an orgy right in front of them. They still had a role to play in this theatre. They shared a smile after glancing around the room momentarily before returning their attention to the screen waiting for the first sign of Spencer Maxwell's arousal.
And sure enough there it was. The seven students and their mentor watched as their patient breathing began getting a bit more labored. He was starting to get feeling back in his ass. Deborah checked the tablet once more just in time to see the settings increase from 2.4 to 2.5 and just like clockwork she detected a small reflexive humping in her newest patient. With each time his hips would rise a little, they would inevitably return to their previous position and when they did his rosebud would seat itself a bit more snuggly on the latex cock that was sliding in and out of his ass. The blonde man's cock was hard now, the tension had drained from his legs, his lips had slackened. He still couldn't see what exactly what was going on down there, but he his facial expression told everyone in the room next door that he was starting to succumb to the pleasurable feelings it was giving him. It was time. The doctor turned on the mic of the headset
"Do you feel that Mr. Maxwell? Do you?" she cooed knowing her voice would be dripping like hot butter into the ears of the small man via the earpieces in the head brace. "The feels sooooo nice doesn't it? Mmmmmmm, your cock certainly thinks so, Look at how hard it is. Mmmmmm, so hard. You like hard cocks don't you Spencer? You don't mind if I call you Spencer do you? Did you know Spencer is also a girl's name? And you feel like a girl right now don't you...Spencer? A girl who likes nice hard cocks fucking her...pussy. That's what you feel like isn't it?" she asked as she dialed up the penetration to three inches which elicited a moan from the restrained administrator. "Does that what it makes you feel like Spencer?"
"Yeeeeesssss," he responded as his flexing increased slightly.
"Yes what Spencer? What does it make you feel like? Say it," she commanded firmly but quietly as she increased the pace of the thrusting to 25 strokes per minutes.
"I...feel like a...girl...who likes...nice hard cocks fucking her pussy," he replied struggling to get the words out around guttural sounds of his arousal.
"Do you know what they call girls that like getting fucked with nice hard cocks Spencer? They call them cocksluts. Is that what you are Spencer? Are you Mummy's girly-girl cockslut?"
"Yeeeessssss," he answered as the motion of his hips pushing back down on the dildo became his own.
"Yes what Spencer?"
"I'm Mummy's...girly-girl cooooocksluuuuut," she mewled as Deborah dialed both the pace and the length of the penetration up once more to 30 strokes per minute and four inches. She looked at the meter on the tablet. The school president was well up over 50 CCs now. She muted the mic and turned to her daughter. "We should go in soon, once we build her semen count over 60."
"It certainly looks like the Ephebifem injection was effective," Lillian pointed out, nodding in agreement.
"Yes, her instincts have completely taken over," her mother confirmed. "We'll have to make sure she has daily reinforcement but if we do by the end of the week her identity should be completely overlaid." Putting a finger to her lips the doctor unmuted the mic once more and turned her attention back to their now willing subject.
"Does Spencer like it when Mummy's machine fucks her pussy?"
"Yes, yes, Mummy. Please make the machine fuck my pussy," she begged as the person she was only hours before was slowly melting away in the face of her lust. Her bucking had taken on a sense of urgency now.
"Does Mummy's girly girl cockslut want to be fucked deeper? Does Mummy's girly girl cockslut want to be fucked harder?"
"Yeeeeesssss!!!!"
"Yes what Spencer?"
"Please Mummy, please fuck my pussy deeper and harder!!! Please Mummy please!!!"
Deborah glanced around the room once more. The six students were all well on their way to their own crestings. She wished she and Lillian could join them. "Maybe later," she considered as she peered down at her tablet with a smile. The time for subtlety had passed. She pushed the Prostatic Stimulator up to 3.5 from its previous setting of 2.8 then primed the head of the dildo to squirt more lube into the anal canal of the patient before dialing up the pace of penetration to 80 strokes a minute and its depth to the maximum six inches.
"YEEEESSSSS!!!" Spencer squealed as her hips immediately sped up their flexing to match the new rhythm of her mechanical mistress.
"It felt sooooo good, sooooo good," she thought as her pussy was plundered from below. For that was what it had become now, her girly girl cockslut pussy. She grinned and chewed her lower lip as she rode the mechanical meat, feeling it make her love button throb again and again. She could hear the voice still speaking to her in the background somewhere but her pleasure center was demanding all of her attention now and, thrusting her hips in supplication to the beast, she was all too willing to spoil it.
"I think we need to get in there," the physican declared muting her mic once more as she stood up. With one last look around at dog pile of younger students that had formed in the office, Lillian reluctantly stood up and followed her parent.
Her awareness emerged from her fog of ecstasy long enough for Spencer to notice the doctor and the nurse re-entering the office but she was beyond caring about appearances. She just needed to cum, she needed to cum so badly. Over and over she was ravaged by the machine, thrilled beyond the point of release but somehow she could quite get to the place she needed to be. "Please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum," she whispered to herself, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
"Does Mummy's girly girl cockslut want to empty her balls?" she heard the doctor ask her as the latter peered down. "Does Mummy's little cockslut want to have a great big cum?" Somehow she always knew, but it was only then when she saw Dr. Whitworth speak the words she had been hearing through the head brace that the final connection was made. A calming wave of bliss washed over her then.
"Yes, Mummy, yes. Please let me cum, please, please, please," she pleaded.
"In a little bit. First we need to make you look nice and pretty for your big moment," the coffee coloured woman explained as she waved in her assistant. "Be still for Nurse Lillian now, lovely Spencer, be still."
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"This must be the place," Li Ming grinned at her Bonded Daughter as she heard the sounds of sex from beyond the door of Dr. Whitworth's office upon approaching. Grey collared Shelby Rodin returned a timid smile from beneath her short dark red dreads. Both girls had but silk on beneath their lab jackets. Behind her, the senior pulled a wheeled cradle unit and in it was strapped the beautiful blonde futagen Lyyke Marigold. Naked in her glory, her legs were bent over her head and her ankles restrained next to her wrists. Her mouth dark red lips had formed an open ring as she rhythmically humped upwards, no doubt at the behest of the Prostate Stimulator all of the residents of the Junior Dormitory had implanted within their bowels. Her stomach was somewhat distended already. The Taiwanese student had looked at her chart before putting her in the apparatus. According to it, she had breakfasted with the Agapovas this morning.
All three of the Russians had fed the 12 year old, first the Dean of Mathematics Jelina, blonde like the girl before her. Calina, a statuesque raven haired junior had been the second. Finally little Luba, only a year older had spread her cheeks over her face. According to the numbers she had gobbled down over six kilograms of shit the senior recalled. Oh she had sat her bloated body on Mount Evelyn mouth once she got back and emptied her out somewhat, but then at lunch Li Ming herself had pushed seven juicy brown worms of waste past her lips which was the sludge bump she was sporting now. She smiled down at the lab grown girl. "She was so lovely to look at," she sighed inwardly. "She and Luba made such a beautiful pair." One blonde, the other a brunette, one was seldom seen without the other. She had heard that Jelina was trying to put together a Quad so they could officially adopt Lykke. She hoped it would happen. As it was the restrained girl slept in the staff wing with the Russian family more often than not anyway. "They made such a beautiful pair," she repeated to herself as she hardened. A loud groan brought Li Ming out of her reverie. "Right, onwards," she spoke aloud recovering as she turned the doorknob and the muffled sounds of lust became louder.
The scene inside the office looked to be everything she had been lead to believe it might be by the muted cacophony she had heard from outside. Rhonda Richards knelt behind Dakota Montreaux who was on her hands and knees. The tall redhead's footlong tool was slamming in and out of her quim from behind and she jacked the brunette with a freehand. Zora Stoichkova had taken full advantage of the situation and was plundering the mouth of the hopeful virologist with her eight inches. A few feet away Lydia Conway was sandwiched between Saffron Kozslowski and Triinu Anniste, all three thrusting wildly against each other as both the lower holes of the English futa were flooded and her own seed spattered against the tits of older American. The two raven haired students kissed each other deeply as they rode the waves of the respective crestings. Li Ming noticed her Bonded Daughter's unwavering gaze immediately as it followed the rise and fall of short junior's ass.
"My girl has a hunger doesn't she?" asked the Taiwanese senior as she stroked the dreadlocked hair of her dark skinned slave. She smiled as Shelby peered up at her, eyes large with desire. "Very well then, I have just the place for you." She quickly kicked down the stops on each of the cradle wheels and guided the sophomore behind the professor's desk. If she was like any other staffer at the university Li Ming was pretty sure what she would find once she pulled the chair out from under the desk and she wasn't disappointed. She removed the lid on the Feeder Queen and leaning it against the front of the chair, lowered the Rodin girl into position before pushing her head into the padded framework in the seat and tightening it around her. Unbuttoning her Bonded Daughter's lab jacket and popping the snaps on her one piece, she watched her nine inches lazily expand and stiffen. The swelling of her midsection betrayed the rather large lunch she had eaten courtesy of her biochemistry teacher Helena Sorenson and her mother Tuva who taught photography.
She caught the eye of the Kozslowski girl who was breathing heavily having just rolled off Lydia Conway. She took a couple of strides and, reaching down with both hands, helped the other dark haired student to her feet. "You look like you could use a seat Saffron."
"I certainly could," she agreed with a tired grin. "Fucking that Conway girl takes a lot out of you."
"She is beautiful isn't she?" Li Ming commented glancing downwards at the spent sophomores.
"If only I was a year older," she opined semi-seriously, following the other's eyes.
"Not satisfied with Gwendolyn?" the senior asked as she guided the junior towards the office chair.
"Oh no, that's not it. Gwen is a dreamboat. Tall, just the way I like them. Wonderfully talented mouth too."
"As it happens, I'm particularly proud of the way Shelby's toiletry has rounded into form over the past year and a half," the Taiwanese medical student declared as she reached into her lab jacket pocket and produced an oral spreader with a camera mount inside the crevice guide. She leaned over and casually pushed it between the plum shaded lips of the hazel skinned girl that had accompanied her before sliding a wireless headset on. "Not that she was completely untrained when I claimed her mind you, but her willingness to serve, her obedience; that has really improved."
"You don't say? You know she is from my alma mater right?"
"No, really? You went to Burnham Falls Prep too?" Li Ming exclaimed with mild surprise. "Did you ever get a chance to feed her?"
"A couple times," Saffron admitted. "You know how they kind of steer you into the two year gap to ready you for this place. I mean at least they did there. She does look like she has a pair of plush ones though."
"Would you like to try her out again?" the taller girl offered. "I know she doesn't have the height you like but she is rather hungry and I caught her staring at your ass when you were fucking Lydia."
"Would you mind? I am feeling rather full and Gwen has been in class all day."
"By all means," the girl with the dark purple tinted hair agreed as she turned the Kozslowski girl away from the chair.
The cosmetic science major looked over her shoulder at her younger counterpart as she spread her cheeks. Both saw the collared girl swoon slightly when she gazed up into the crevice of her desire. Li Ming grabbed the lubricant off of the desk and squirted a generous stream of gel from waist height onto Shelby's hardened rod, her balls, her pussy, and her stomach unconcerned for accuracy. As Saffron lowered herself onto the eager mouth of the girl, the pair watched as the hands of the slave reflexively found her pleasure centers. One hand travelled the length of her slippery shaft while the other plunged in and out of her quim. The short American futa shifted back and forth a bit burying the hazel cheeks of the one beneath her between her own paler but soiled ones. Glancing at the screen of the tablet, satisfied that she had found good purchase, the Kozslowski girl sighed and allowed her rosebud to expand. Though the big screen on the wall currently showed the new school president slowly being pushed over the edge, the girl sitting on the Feeder Queen was far more interested in the smaller one she held in her hand. She watched her first lengthy long descend from her starfish and through the widened lips of the girl who had attended her alma mater as Li Ming smiled and moved towards the cradle unit and the young futagen trapped within. Saffron reached for the bottle that the Taiwanese girl had just finished using, deciding it was time to lubricate her own hand.
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The curly haired blonde had quickly unpacked a small makeup kit she had brought with her. It wouldn't be a complete makeover Lillian knew. With Spencer's head in the brace they way it was, there was only so much she could do. Still so long as she could add something to her eyes, put a bit of blush on her cheeks and give her lips a nice red shade it would help speed things along. The fifth year had worked at a brisk pace, it wasn't the first time she had done up someone else's face. The restraint was doing what it needed to do which made things easier. Even as the school president had given herself over to the wanton desires of her body, even as her ass had danced on the delving dildo, everything from the shoulders up had remained motionless.
Finished she stood back and moved the medical mirror into place so Spencer could see her new look. "There we go, all nice and pretty now," Spencer heard her say as she looked at the face reflected back at her through the fog of her churning. And then suddenly the lovely fucking of her pussy ceased though her rampant humping persisted. She needed to cum, she needed to cum so badly. She could feel her legs once more being bent towards her even as her thrusting hips continued unabated and for the first time she noticed her hardened cock as it slowly moved towards her. Nurse Lillian slid two fingers along the crown gathering a droplet of pre-ejaculate that had beaded there and brought them close.
She watched the face in the mirror as instinctively, the jaw slackened and the student fucked her digits through the cherry red lips. In and out, in and out, it looked, it felt, so natural, it was what this mouth was meant to do. A second hand replaced the first as her body continued to contort. Another hand and then another after that and then, she could see it closely now. The purple head of the cock was but frantically thrusting but an inch or two away from her mouth. So close, sooooo close, such a lovely cock, a lovely cock. Spencer stuck out her tongue to lick it, but she couldn't quite reach. Her frustration mounted even more. Not only couldn't she cum but she also couldn't get her lips around that cock.
"Mummy Deborah is going to help her little cockslut empty her balls now," she heard the physician say. "Would you like that Spencer? Would you like Mummy Deborah to give you a great big cum?"
"Yes, Mummy, yes Mummy please," she begged licking her lips. "Please make me cum."
"Keep your mouth open my lovely girl, keep it open," the clinician directed as the school president felt the table bend her torso even more. Then from behind she felt the headrest start to rise. Her face closed in on the object of her desire. She formed a bright red ring and watched the mirror as the crown of cock found the lips below. But still it advanced even as it flexed forward and back. The purpled flesh would alight on her eager rim and then withdraw pushing in a little further each time it returned. Yes, yes, she wanted this, the tingling of each touch causing her to swoon again and again. Soon she felt her lips push past the mushroom and close around the shaft of the leaking tool she watched in the mirror. Little by little it slid in a bit deeper, fucking itself into its oral cocoon, first one inch, then two, and finally three. As he swollen pipe plunged in and out of the reflected mouth relentlessly, she could feel her loins thrill and thrill again. She gave herself over to it. She could stay on the fuzzy plane of pleasure forever.
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Li Ming sat on the cradle and fucked Lykke's face with her browned seven inch tool. Looking around it was easy to see hers was not the largest of endowments. Even the girl below her was but an inch shorter even though the Asian was nearly twice her age. Not that it bothered her at all. Dominance had never been her strong suit. It really wasn't her field but she had always wondered if futas of length naturally gravitated towards a more authoritarian mindset instinctively. Ever since she was young her servile nature had been evident. Her mother had nutured that aspect of her personality, homeschooling her until she was old enough to attend Xǔduō xǐquè nǚzǐ yùbèi xuéxiào in her native Taiwan. She had even taken a teaching position at the school so she could continue her education in toiletry. Almost upon arrival she co-opted Deserae Renaud, a junior at the institute, into her daily lessons. That the blonde beauty would go on to be her Mistress Mother at Ridgeway was a foregone conclusion as was the fact that she still was to this day. Ever since her first year at the university she had resumed her dining each morning on shit from either one or the other or sometimes both. True, she had her own Bonded Daughter now and needed to teach her the ways of the world as she had learned herself. But there was no mistake in her mind and in those of many others. Gu Li Ming was meant to serve.
The purple haired girl lost in her own thoughts didn't notice the sophomores until they were upon her. A re-hardened Rhonda Richards hugged her close, immobilizing her arms, as she felt her foot long prong push into her greasy rosebud. Dakota Montreaux sat on her plunging piece with her ass on full display as she pulled apart her crevice and pushed a lovely long snake of sludge onto her cock as it pistoned in and out of the young mouth below. Meanwhile Zora Stoichkova and Triinu Anniste had scooped handfuls of shit, she guessed from Lykke's ass, and were paving her body brown, offering her fingerfuls as a snack as they did. The collared senior willing gave her body over to the other students in the room, all of which were younger than herself and five of which wore collars of their own. She gazed wantonly at the most beautiful girl in the room, Lydia Conway as more fudge was shoved in her mouth and she felt herself build. The sophomore returned her look with a knowing smile and climbing up onto the sides of the cradle, braced by the mucky hands of the two on either side of her. Slowly she lowered herself as she spread her cheeks looking down lovingly as she did so, until her rosebud rested on her primed pucker.
Li Ming closed her eyes in lust as she felt the flower bloom her lips to widen and her fecal feast begin. The flood of mud poured into her as fingers found her quim and nipples. Again and again she swallowed lost in this land of her willing depravity, feeling herself tremble, thrill, and throb. She had the controls of her Prostatic Stimulator today but was in no position to reach them now. But someone was. She moaned loudly around the flow of filth she was gorging on as suddenly her path to bliss opened before her. The Asian girl bucked wildly but was held firmly in place on the cock of the tall redhead behind her as her own erupted into the 12 year old mouth below again and again. More and more shit from the English girl pushed its way down her throat as her seed surged forth. She was reveling in her natural state now and so she would remain. Yes, she had brought Lykke with her as Doctor Whitworth had ordered. And yes her Bonded Daughter Shelby Rodin was strapped into the Feeder Queen
behind the desk. But Gu Li Ming, Gu Li Ming was meant to serve.
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Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mummy Deborah smile at her as she felt three slippery fingers enter her pussy and find her love button. "Time to cum now Spencer. Time to empty your balls and fill your mouth." And with that she began to vigorously thrust her digits in and out of the newborn pink and grind against her walnut again and again. With each downward hammering of the doctor's hand a long rope of cum surged up Spencer's cock and down her throat. Again and again her load was brought forth and again and again she watched the plundering of the lovely lips and the throat as it relentlessly swallowed.
Deborah Whitworth took off the headset with her free hand as she glanced at the instruments at the side of the gynecological bed. Spencer had been at 68 CCs when she had begun her orgasm which was more than they had hoped for. Still even this far into it, her vitals were holding up. At her current pace she would be another eight minutes yet and her arm was starting to tire. "Lillian dear, take over for me here," she directed as her daughter stepped in and replaced her hand with her own after applying a bit more lube to the crevice.
The doctor then squatted beside her daughter and started working on the anal training arm that had so recently been in use. Off came the six inch long three inch wide dildo and in its place she fastened one a half inch larger in each aspect. "It's just after two and it's Sunday," she commented quietly so only Lillian could hear. "We've got time."
"What about later?" the younger Whitworth asked as she continued drawing out the girly girl's seed.
"We'll put an anal trainer on her, start it off on the same dimensions as this one here," she instructed. "I've got a lovely pair of chocolate brown silk panties in my desk we'll put her in. Each day we'll up the size a bit and give her a new pair. We'll send two of the girls next door around each afternoon for the first three days to make sure Spencer gets her daily milkings. I've got you and Vondra scheduled for Thursday. By the time we bring her back here on Friday she should be ready. How is she doing up there?"
"Nearly empty Mom," Lillian reported. "Should I dial back the stim?"
"Yes, until she completely drains, let her soften naturally."
It was only a few minutes later until the two women had used the table's hydraulics to re-position Spencer so that she was no longer bent over herself. Lillian re-applied lipstick to the fledgling girly girl's smeared mouth as her mother lined up the slightly larger latex cock up with her rosebud. "Leave it on," Deborah suggested when her daughter when to clean the bright red smudges from the restrained patient's member. "As she is getting fucked again, she can be reminded of her first blowjob."
Once more they returned to the room down the hall upon starting up the erotic apparatus. The collage of flesh on the floor seemed to live and breathe as one, collectively recovering from their latest bout of bliss. The doctor smiled as her oldest made a beeline for Zora Stoichkova, rolled her onto her shoulders and in one motion plunged her 10 inches into the blonde girl's quim. "She's always had a hard on for that one," the older Whitworth noted inwardly. "I almost wonder if Sigourney hadn't grabbed her would she have? Is it a Slavic thing? Her choices seem to indicate a preference," she pondered as she walked around her desk just in time to see Saffron Kozslowski rise from her chair having just finished feeding Shelby Rodin. The sophomore was wearing an oral spreader with one of those triangular camera mounts that fit into the crevice of the feeder so you could watch the flow of shit enter the mouth. She seated herself on the upturned face of the red dreaded student and quickly transferred the feed to the tablet to her larger desktop screen. "This would be a treat," she mused as she pushed down on the junior's shoulders, urging her lips onto her thick veiny 12 inches.
The large woman thought back to her child's first Mistress Mother upon attending Ridgeway, the Dean of Mathematics, Jelina Agapova. The Russian professor had trained her well and when her collar came off at the beginning of her junior year she had offered her own Calina up as Lillian's first Bonded Daughter. Now in her fifth year, her eldest had selected a Slovak as her next in Vondra Gerebová. Deborah felt her cock being warmly engulfed and smiled down at her as she watched the junior take the length willingly. Oh she had needed this. All that conditioning this afternoon had made her hornier than hell. The doctor was carrying a load and she knew it. She placed a second hand on the back of her raven haired bob and ratcheted up the pace of the student's servitude as on the big screen Spencer was eagerly thrusting her hips up and down on the newer slightly larger cock plunging in and out of her girly girl pussy. She moved her gaze to the smaller screen as the first of her long awaited logs pushed out of her rosebud and into the mouth of the sophomore below. It was such a wonderful view. She could see her sphincter expand, the tip of her sludgy serpent emerge and thicken as it slid through the lovely plum pucker of the Rodin girl. She picked up the pace at which her hands were slamming the skull up and down on her monster meat as she closed her eyes and for a moment and imagined the plush lips her shit was coating didn't belong to a student but to the new school president.
End of Chapter 3