Story - One Life to Give - The Dolcett Soap Opera - Season I by Shadowkeeper

[center][b:2h99ikkf][size=18pt]ONE LIFE TO GIVE[/size][/b:2h99ikkf]

[size=14pt]BY SHADOWKEEPER[/size]

[u:2h99ikkf][size=12pt]Season I

Episode 01 “Monday, Monday”

Part One[/size][/u:2h99ikkf]

[i:2h99ikkf][size=12pt]Monday Monday, can’t trust that day, Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me?[/size][/i:2h99ikkf][/center]

[center][b:2h99ikkf][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 5:46 AM[/size][/b:2h99ikkf][/center]

[size=12pt]“Girls, get down here and let your father inspect you before you leave for school!”

Brandy Collins heard the household’s eldest wife, Ellen, calling up the stairs and looked at her older sister, Scarlet, who grinned and licked her lips while squeezing her huge tits in her hands. Brandy just rolled her eyes, knowing that their inspection had nothing to do with how their uniforms looked, and everything to do with how their breasts were responding to the hormone supplements in their food. As the only free girls in the household that were of age to join the farm’s famed milking herd, the siblings were being tested for suitability as milkers by their strict, businesslike father.

Brandy also knew that Scarlet was more than willing to endure their father’s very hands on approach to inspections – the girl had always been a daddy’s girl. Thanks to the recent addition of Scarlet’s best friend Emily to their father’s pool of wives, her obsession had developed into a sexual yearning that was only kept lidded by the rest of their mothers’ collective efforts. Not that their jealous threats to Scarlet would stop things if the head of the household decided to take the girl up on her barely veiled offers – the girl had hinted that she would happily throw herself into a grinder if her daddy ordered it, not that she would be allowed to refuse him anyway. Brandy figured she’d be seeing her sister out in the barn getting milked, or hanging from her ankles, sooner rather than later, and silently wished the wanton girl luck.

As for herself, Brandy was not looking forward to getting her tits felt up by anyone, let alone her male progenitor. When she had first come of age and left the Children’s Crèche, she had just gotten used to her late developing B-cup breasts, but in the few months since, she had watched the hormones blow them up to an impossibly high and firm set of double-D’s, with signs that they were nowhere near finished growing. She hated the weight of them, and how nobody would look at any of the rest of her, which was a shame, as she was quite the exotic sight even without her amazing rack. With flaming red hair, piercing green eyes and alabaster skin that sported just the right density of little freckles, Brandy should have had the confidence of one of those rare girls that could attract a permanent male companion straight out of the crèche. Instead, she was shy and retiring with men, hiding her burdensome tits under a sweater and her pretty face behind her unstyled hair, afraid of the hunger she saw in their eyes every time they caught sight of her appetizing chest meat.

Brandy sighed as her sister dragged her down the stairs, hoping that this inspection wouldn’t make her late meeting their friends for the long walk to school.

“Man, where is everybody?” Crissy Tanner groused as she sat on Brandy’s front porch. “We’d better not be late. Mistress Morgana will string one of us up for sure this time.”

Allison Knight looked at her sweet but overly rule-obsessed friend and rolled her eyes. “Come on, we have more than enough time. Besides, Brandy’s inspections usually last this long, Karen is hitching a ride with her brother, and Jennifer usually ends up meeting us along the way. And anyways, you know as well as I do that you and Karen are the last ones that’ll get snuffed by Miss M. God, I’m surprised she hasn’t taken the two of you for a test drive yet.”

Kristy just glared at the spunky, youngish looking hippy as she chuckled. “Sure, and we both know that it’s only a matter of time before you or the twins get into trouble you can’t get out of. We’ll see how funny you think it is when it’s your neck on the block, or in the noose. I for one have no intention of finding out how that feels until after I’ve lived a long and productive life.”

Allison took off her granny glasses and started to clean them to distract herself from the arousing image of herself or her friends Amy and Beth being snuffed out by their sexy, latex clad teacher. Looking up at the fuzzy outline of her best friend, she smiled cheerily. “Good luck with that. We still have nearly two years of perils at school and elsewhere before we can go for citizenship, and that’s an awfully long time in meat-girl years. As for me, I just hope I get lots of fun in before my time comes.”

Kristy looked like she wanted to respond, but right then Brandy and her sister exited their house and joined them, both looking flushed, one from embarrassment, the other from arousal. After a brief conference to establish everyone’s likely whereabouts, the four girls started walking along the side of the road, chatting and giggling while keeping an ear out for pony-girl drawn carts or a rare electric car.

Jennifer Carlson ran through the woods at a reckless pace, filled with terror and promising the gods that if she made it out of this alive, she would never, ever take a shortcut again.

She had taken this route to her friend Brandy’s house many times before, but not since she had come of age and lost her untouchable veal status. She hadn’t even intended to use the all too convenient paths when she left her house that morning, but she had been daydreaming about a boy, and her feet had taken her in the direction they were most familiar with. One moment she had been immersed in her fantasies, and the next she was startled into awareness of her peril by a snapped twig. Looking around in growing alarm, she had realized that she was far from any potential help in an area well known for attracting hunters.

As she had been nervously fingering the vivid red silk school collar that made her eligibility for conversion clear to anyone watching, another snapped twig was all it had taken for the panicky girl to take flight. She was making a huge ruckus that belied her small size as she plunged off the path and into the woods proper, hoping to evade any hunters that might be waiting along the obvious routes.

Winded and nursing a rapidly growing side-ache, the girl slowed down at last, noting that she was nearly to the fields behind her friend’s home, and safety. Private property was off limits for hunters, and the vast majority of them weren’t willing to risk losing their licenses in order to make a catch, especially one with as little meat as Jennifer was sporting.

That thought brought on a frown, as she thought of everyone’s nickname for her – Mouse. This moniker had nothing to do with her nature, as she was a cheerful, socially active girl with many friends, and everything to do with her light brown skin and hair, and her slight, barely five foot frame. She didn’t mind it all that much usually, since it also came from her general cuteness, but right now it reminded her of her status as potential prey, making her paranoid once more.

The girl looked behind her, nervous that someone might have followed her noisy blunderings, and sighed in relief as she saw nothing but trees. That sigh was short lived as she turned back just in time to walk into the arms of a frightening, black clad figure. The hunter, for that’s what it obviously was, wore a long, black girl-leather coat that covered its clothing, a pair of heavy matching boots, and most frightening of all, a black mask and glasses that completely hid the person’s features. Jennifer the Mouse couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman that had captured her, but she was certain that things would not go well for her from now on.

Jennifer squeaked like the animal she was likened to as she was easily spun around and her hands were secured behind her back with a speed and skill that told her she had fallen into the clutches of a true professional. Terror filled her, and she started to babble, begging for mercy, and then she went silent, as she was pulled in tight against the hunter’s body. While one strong arm held her tightly across her small tits, the hunter’s other gloved hand pulled up her short school skirt and tore off her cute, frilly pink panties, revealing her meat tag and confirming her status as legal prey.

Hoping to earn her freedom, Jennifer felt around with her bound hands until she was able to gain access to the hunter’s pants, and what they were concealing. Thus it was that she discovered that a man had captured her, and that he was huge and quite aroused. To her own surprise, she also found that she was unaccountably turned on by her predicament, so she did what came naturally, jacking her captor’s cock until he growled in her ear and took her to the ground, his legs between hers to keep them spread.

Jennifer whimpered in a confusion of pain and ecstasy as his cock drove into her wet but virginal cunt, his weight pressing her into the forest floor, making it hard to breathe. That problem suddenly went from uncomfortable to deadly, as she felt something loop around her slender neck, pulling tight and cutting off her breath before she could react. A surprisingly friendly voice whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry I can’t take my time with you little one, but I have a schedule to keep. Just relax and go with it, and it’ll all be over soon.”

Contrary to the man’s advice, Jennifer’s small body thrashed and bucked under the him, desperately trying to escape, but it was futile – he weighed far too much for her to budge him. She could feel him still pounding into her, and as her mind started to get fuzzy from lack of air, she started to get back into her first and final fuck, pumping her slender hips back at her anonymous killer in a frantic bid to achieve orgasm one last time.

Just as Jennifer’s sight failed her, and she felt her bladder letting go, she finally achieved her goal, quaking and shuddering as she came and went. Her final sensation before the darkness took her was her spasming cunt being filled by semen that would never have a chance to impregnate her.

“Hey, Emily, I think one of your little friends just got nabbed by a hunter, nearly in our back fields too!” Ellen Collins smirked as the most junior of her fellow wives ran into the kitchen, her bare feet skidding on the well-waxed floor tiles as the girl came to a sudden stop by the glass doors that led to the back patio. Ellen’s smirk died as she noted, as always, how vibrant and sexy the slender, habitually semi-naked girl was. Sure, Emily didn’t have anything close to the huge tits that the other of age females in the household sported, and that her husband preferred, but the hormones in her food had already boosted her perky little tits by a cup size, so it was just a matter of time before…

Shuddering, Ellen pushed that last thought away. For all of her jealousy of Emily’s youth and beauty, she really couldn’t stand to bear any ill will towards the girl; she was just too sweet and open to not love her, even if she represented Ellen’s nearing appointment with the ax.

As the younger wife pressed against the glass doors to try to see what was happening, Ellen sighed and took pity on the excitable girl. Handing her a pair of field glasses, she pointed toward a section of woods near the path that linked up all of the households in the area. She had been using those same field glasses herself just a minute ago, rubbing herself off a little as she witnessed some girl getting taken down by the frightening looking hunter. She couldn’t be sure which neighbor girl it might have been, but that mattered little to her. What she really cared about was how the half-seen events taking place so near meshed with her own secret, guilty fantasies of being caught, used, and snuffed out by some merciless, anonymous hunter.

Emily gasped next to her, drawing the older woman out of her musings. “Oh my! It’s little Mouse! You know, the Carlson’s new legal girl. Wow, he’s field dressing her right there, has her hung by the ankles from a tree and everything! My Pa taught me how to do that, you know. He was hoping I’d go into the hunting biz, apparently one of my cousins is doing it, but I’m not sure which one…Oh! I wonder if this hunter is my cousin! Wouldn’t that be neat?”

Normally Ellen would have allowed the talkative girl to prattle on, letting the words fade into a pleasant background noise (Emily really did have a beautiful voice) while occasionally making some non-committal sounds to keep her going, but she could see their husband and Master making his way back from the barn with a look of frustration on his rugged face, and she really didn’t want to risk aggravating him.

She stopped the steady monologue with a touch to the younger girl’s arm. “Emily, be a dear and make sure that all of the toys are clean and ready for use in the playroom, I have a feeling that Scarlet has Master riled up again. I’m sure he’ll be in need of a little venting before lunch.”

Emily gulped, her face pale, as she knew that her presence in the playroom would make her a natural target, but she nodded and scurried off to her assigned duties regardless. Ellen sighed, regretting what she had just done, but her eldest daughters, Mona & Margo, were going to be leaving the Children’s Crèche soon, and she really wanted to be there for their coming of age party. If surviving meant putting a fellow wife at risk, then so be it. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been subjected to the same treatment, and some very close calls, when she was the innocent newlywed.

Glancing out the window, Ellen saw that the hunter must have drawn her husband’s attention, as he was heading out in that direction now. She swore under her breath. Knowing her Master as well as she did, she just knew that his mood would be truly foul when he eventually got inside. It looked like Emily was in for a very rough day, at best, and so would any other wife that he crossed paths with. With that in mind, Ellen beat a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the Children’s Crèche.

“Dad, you really didn’t need to drive me to school, it’s within easy walking distance, you know.” Hannah Benson didn’t look at her father as she spoke. Instead, she was sliding down in her seat in embarrassment as the students they were passing pointed at her father’s sleek, expensive looking electric car and gawked at the rare sight. Hannah covered her face with her hands and wished that her perfect tan and expensive designer clothes weren’t so unique and identifiable at this school.

Her father just chuckled at her antics. “Sorry to embarrass you like this sweety, but it is your first day in the public school system, so I want to be there for your orientation. Remember, the risks here are different than what the private crèche school was preparing you for, so we need to make sure you understand them fully before you start the day. Besides, didn’t you know it’s my job as a parent to publicly humiliate my progeny?”

Hannah rolled her big, dark eyes at him. “Daaaad! This isn’t making me safer, you know. Every girl in the school is going to think that I’m some spoiled little princess, and that doesn’t go over well with these people!”

Mr. Benson pulled into a parking space and turned off the vehicle. He turned to his daughter with a serious look on his face. “Hannah, look, you can’t think like that anymore. I know that your last school taught you to see yourself as part of the elite, above the rabble, but that isn’t how things are and you know it. Remember, I went to this school at your age, and so did your mother. We are those people, just with more money. So don’t be taking on any airs, and try to make some new friends!”

Hannah nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right dad, I’m sorry. I’m just worried that I’ll end up a target and get snuffed out before I have a chance to prove myself, that’s all.”

They got out of the car and headed into the administrative entrance to the huge building. As they reached the doors, Hannah was enveloped in a huge bear hug. Her father kissed her on top of her head and spoke softly so anyone passing by couldn’t hear. “Look, you’re my pride and joy, and not just because you’re my eldest. You’re smart, and beautiful, and sweet as can be, and I just know that you’ll do me proud, no matter what happens. Even if you don’t last out the day, I’ll still be proud of you, all right?”

Hannah nodded and pressed her head against her father’s chest. “Okay. I love you dad.”

A few moments later, the pair was led into the principal’s office. The man that waited for them behind a huge desk was a tall, lean man with an aura of casual, friendly dangerousness. Hannah immediately knew that this was a one man she never wanted to get on the bad side of. That point was only emphasized by the sight of a first year student standing on her tiptoes on a tall, narrow stool in the corner, the girl’s predicament made precarious and potentially lethal by the noose that was pulling her up by her neck and nearly cutting off her breath already.

The man turned from his amused contemplation of the unknown student’s peril and stood, reaching out a hand to Hannah’s father in greeting. He ignored Hannah for the moment and spoke with a charming, sophisticated voice that sent an unwelcome shiver of desire and fear through her as she stood in one of the common submissive positions, just as she had been taught in Crèche School. “Ah, Jimmy Benson! I’ve been looking forward to this meeting. It’s been a long time since our frat days, and I was hoping we could take some time to reminisce after the formalities.”

Hannah’s father shook the principal’s hand warmly. “Charlie Jennings, I swear back then I was expecting you to wind up sentenced to lifelong bull duty for crossing the line one too many times, and now here you are in a position of respect and authority. Who would have expected it?”

The men enjoyed a friendly laugh for a moment. “Well, Jimmy, you know this is just what my father told me I’d end up doing, and wouldn’t you know it, the old goat was right yet again. Speaking of fatherhood, is this gorgeous creature next to you your daughter, or are you still into dating the models?”

Hannah blushed at the compliments, as she always did when her natural beauty was brought up. It wasn’t that she was self-conscious or embarrassed by it, it was just that she preferred to think of herself in terms of her smarts and drive to succeed, and never really thought about her good looks until they were mentioned by someone else.

For his part, Jimmy Benson was grinning with pride. “Yep, that’s my eldest, Hannah. I think you’ll be quite pleased with her as a student.”

The principal walked around Hannah, inspecting her dispassionately. “Well, if not, I hope I get a taste of her. No offense Jimmy, but she looks like she’d make a hell of a roaster.”

Hannah’s father grinned back at his old friend. “Well, her mother was, so that’s no surprise. I do hope you’ll give her a chance to show off her brains as well before you get too attached to the idea of eating her!”

Principal Jennings must have noticed Hannah’s look of fear, because he patted her reassuringly on the shoulder. “No need to fear girl, I’m a fair and even handed administrator. I don’t give special treatment, good or bad, to any student here.” He waved a hand in the direction of the student, who was starting to whimper in terror as her precarious perch started to wobble beneath her trembling feet. “As you can see from the example of Miss Winston here, I do not make it a point to hand out automatic cullings as punishment. As in this case, I usually give girls a chance to survive and hopefully learn from their mistakes. Speaking of which, it’s about that time, if you’ll excuse me for a moment…”

Hannah watched wide-eyed as he walked up to the red-faced girl in the corner and spoke to her as if she wasn’t on the edge of causing her own death. “Miss Winston, Jamie…have you learned your lesson, or should I extend your stool time?” The girl couldn’t speak past the constriction of the rope, but she was able to communicate just fine with frantic head nodding and shaking in the appropriate places. The principal smiled and went to the wall, where he released the tension on the noose, and then he went back to the girl to pull the rope from around her neck before helping her down from the stool. “Very well, but this is your last warning. We do not tolerate bullying in our school. The next time you have a problem with some girl, get her to play some death game like a civilized person, or just ignore her. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to hang you from the flagpole in the courtyard as an example. Do I make myself clear, Miss Winston?”

The slender blond student stopped rubbing her neck and knelt before him. “Perfectly Master Jennings. May I offer an apology, Sir?”

The principal patted the girl on the head. “Not right now. Make an appointment with my secretary for after school and I’ll try out that cute ass of yours. Now, get off to class before you’re late and get yourself hanged anyway.”

As the girl scurried off, Principal Jennings went back to Hannah. “Now, Miss Benson, I’m going to give you a list of the school rules to study before you go to your classes. Don’t worry about being late; you’ll get a pass before you go. Just make sure you understand everything on that list before you do. Because your coming of age ceremony was so long after the start of this semester’s cutoff date, I normally would have made you wait to start here, because you will be at a great disadvantage, but your grades and recommendations from your crèche school have led me to believe that you can handle it. Don’t prove me wrong, and don’t forget that you are school property as well as your father’s until you marry, graduate or are culled. My secretary will answer any questions you may have, and she’ll get you your school collar as well – make sure that you never forget to wear it outside of your home.”

Hannah took the small bundle of papers that were handed to her and allowed herself to be led to the door. Before going through it, the principal stopped her for a last word. “I won’t lie to you girl, part of me is hoping to see you on that stool soon, but a larger part wants to see what you can accomplish if given a chance. Just be careful, avoid bets and games, and trust nobody you don’t know well, and you’ll get that chance. Now, off with you, I have some things to discuss with your father. Oh, and there’s a pair of twins in the waiting room, please send them in before you start your studying. Tell them to put on their best blowjob lipstick. I think your father will enjoy participating in their punishment.” Hannah blushed at the thought of her father being serviced by girls her own age, and the ideas that put in her head, and turned to leave as her new Principal laughed and addressed her once more. “Welcome to Perro High Miss Benson, I hope you survive the experience!”

Karen Berg sat in her brother’s pony-girl driven cart and stared at the enslaved girls’ toned asses and long, long legs as she waited for her friends to arrive. She had accepted a ride instead of walking with them because her brother James said he was meeting a friend at the school, and she was secretly hoping that friend was Allen Knight. Allen was her brother’s best friend, a fellow recent graduate of the local State University, and Karen’s secret crush for as long as she could remember.

She knew that many girls weren’t impressed with Allen’s wiry build, and were a little scared by his intensity, but then again, most girls hadn’t spied on him fucking his dates into delirium. Most girls also hadn’t had his intense attention focused on encouraging them, as Karen had. She was almost certain that she had seen a tenderness and caring in his eyes the last few times she had talked with him, and she had hoped to confirm that this morning, but her brother had taken off as soon as they arrived, telling her not to follow. Such was her luck when it came to Allen.

Sighing, Karen looked around once more, and then she grinned and jumped out of the cart as she spotted the distinctive flaming red hair of the Collins sisters coming around the corner. A moment later and the girls were all hugging and chattering away. Karen participated in the traditional exchange of gossip until she noticed that their party was smaller than usual. “Hey, where are Mouse and the twins?”

Crissy bit her lips in worry, but Allison just snorted and rolled her eyes. “The twins had to come to the principal’s office for their punishment for that last prank of theirs. I’m sure the little pain-sluts are enjoying themselves immensely. Actually, Beth and Amy both told me they were hoping he finally snuffed them out today, but I think he has too much fun marking their asses to do that.”

Karen smirked at the antics of the Mercer twins, and then frowned as she noticed that the other part of her question had gone unanswered. “Um, what about Jennifer?” Karen almost never used her friend’s nickname, as she was quite small herself and found it offensive.

Nobody spoke for a moment, and then Scarlet rolled her eyes and paused in her petting of the pony-girls’ sleek, latex clad bodies. “Mouse? We haven’t seen any sign of her. I’m not worried though, Brandy talked to her on the phone right before bed and everything was fine, and she’s not asking for it like I am, so I doubt her dad decided to off her or pop that precious cherry of hers. Knowing her, she got caught up in writing one of those romantic fantasies of hers and lost track of time. She’ll be along, I’m sure.”

Karen nodded, reassured. It was true, Jennifer wasn’t likely to get herself into trouble, unlike Scarlet, who was always either slutting herself out or looking for some risky game to play. Nobody was more surprised at the redhead’s survival afterwards than she herself was.

Karen was drawn out of the pleasant memory of one of Scarlet’s many encounters with the horny, dangerous football team by Brandy looking at her watch and clearing her throat. “Well girls, speaking of the time, we need to get inside or we’re going to be late.”

As the group made its way into the school, Karen rubbed Brandy’s back comfortingly, knowing that the redhead was worried about her best friend. “Don’t worry Brandy, Jennifer is a good girl, I’m sure that even if she’s late Mistress Morgana won’t punish her too badly.”

“So Charlie, not that I’m not enjoying this, but what did you need to discuss with me?” Question asked; Jimmy Benson went back to flogging the delightful bubble butt of the dark haired student that was bent over before him. Her cry of pain and delight was muffled by his cock, which was down her throat and enjoying a wonderful vibration from the sounds she was trying to make.

His old friend was doing much the same with the other twin, except that he was holding the girl’s head down with his free hand, pressing her nose into his toned stomach as she squirmed and desperately tried to get enough air to breathe. Jimmy noticed the look of delight in the cock-strangled student’s eyes, and shook his head in bemusement.

Charlie Jennings groaned and started to really wail on the cocksucker’s ass. “Yeah bitch, scream, make me cum fast, or your going to be a dead little cunt!” A moment later, he did indeed cum, straight down the weakening girl’s gullet as he gave her a few final swats, this time to the sides of her hanging tits. Satisfied, the Principal let the girl fall to the floor, where she lay gasping, coughing and drooling. Smirking, Charlie wiped his cock on her hair and put it back in his pants, then turned back to Jimmy. “Sorry, I didn’t want her snuffing it unfairly while I was distracted. I wanted to ask if you’ve considered putting a reserve on Hannah, as a backup plan. That way she won’t be allowed to participate in lethal games and such without the reserve holder being contacted and giving permission. It’ll also allow the holder to buy her back from the state or a restaurant if she should fall prey to a lottery or one of their tricks.”

Jimmy pulled his girl off of his cock and ordered her to wrap her tits around his dick to get him off. As she obeyed, he sat back and concentrated on the conversation. “Well, yeah, but as her current owner, I obviously can’t, and to be honest, there’s nobody I trust not to take advantage of it. I mean, you’ve seen Hannah, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t be tempted!”

Charlie grinned at his friend. “Tempted? No, of course not. That implies that I would have any second thoughts about getting my hands on that gorgeous creature. Thus why I’m not offering to do it myself. You see, I have a friend whose daughters are going to be transferring here soon, and they have just as much potential as your Hannah. He has the same problem with getting a reserve on them that you do, so I thought you might like to meet him and set up a swap. You reserve at least one of his girls, and he reserves Hannah. Neither of you will dare to break the faith – it’s like mutually assured destruction.”

Jimmy closed his eyes and groaned as he shot cum all over his girl’s cute grinning face, and then he relaxed, grinning at his friend. “Sure, I’ll meet with this guy. Just tell him I want to see the girls, or at least some really good pictures and movies of them. Oh, make sure to warn him that Hannah’s cherry, so the reserve will be more expensive, but as such her value will be high enough that most people wouldn’t dare harvest her without calling him.”

The men stood and shook hands, agreeing to talk later about arrangements for the meeting, and then Jimmy cleaned himself up and left. Principal Jennings looked down at the half naked, cum covered twins kneeling before him and smiled. “Okay sluts, I want you to go the whole day with that cum on you, and see if you can’t get some more on you before the end of the day. I’ll write a note giving you permission to violate the uniform rules today. That will finish your punishment for this incident. Go now.”

The twins grinned up at him and answered in unison. “Yes Master Jennings Sir!” Loving the humiliation, the girls were giggling and blushing as they walked to the door.

As they were about to exit the room, Jennings spoke up once more. “Oh, and girls…you are not to say one word about what you heard in here to anybody, or I will retract my letter of recommendation for your application to the Snuff Bunny Institute.”

The giggles and grins died as the girls solemnly swore not to tell and left the office. A moment later, Crystal, his secretary, entered, looking flustered. “Sir, Mistress Morgana and a Hunter, um, Shadow I think he’s called, came by and said that they were altering the curriculum to cover Hunting early. I told them to wait and get permission, but they were in a hurry to leave, and that Hunter, well, he kinda scared me Sir…I’m sorry, Sir…”

Jennings waved the poor woman’s concerns away. “No need to apologize Crystal, that reaction is quite normal for girls interacting with Hunters, and healthy, especially when it comes to that pair. Just call Morgana’s class and tell her I okayed their plan, but that I’m going to be monitoring her class this morning, so this lesson had better be good.”[/size]

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“Monday, Monday”

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[i:1cq8it21][size=12pt]Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin’ all of the time[/size][/i:1cq8it21][/center]

[center][b:1cq8it21][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 6:51 AM[/size][/b:1cq8it21][/center]

[size=12pt]Jamie Winston fumed to herself as she stalked as fast as she could down the hallways towards Mistress Morgana’s class. The few students who were still in the halls moved out of her way quickly as they saw the fury on her otherwise pretty face. Normally a first year student wouldn’t intimidate the other students, but Jamie was both a popular cheerleader and a member of the school’s dreaded group of ‘Heathers’. Being a cheerleader meant that sooner or later, she was bound to do a dance routine at the end of a rope or on a spit, but it also meant that she had influence with the extremely dangerous jocks, and it was rumored that she even had some pull with one of the local Frats.

As for the other Heathers, everyone in the second year, as well as the staff at Perro High knew from past experience that bully groups like them were almost always eradicated by the end of their first year, but in the meantime the overconfidence that would inevitably doom them also made them extremely dangerous to cross, even accidentally.

It was that group of vipers that Jamie was approaching now. They were huddled together a little ways down the hall from Mistress Morgana’s classroom, speaking in whispers while occasionally glancing around them warily. One of those glances took in Jamie’s approach, and the leader of the group, a very slender and deceptively small girl with a very impressive chest beckoned her over. The alpha-girl hissed at Jamie in irritation. “Damn it Jamie, where in Hades have you been? We found out that there’s a Hunter that’s going to be in the class today, and we really need to figure out how to make use of him! This is an opportunity that we can’t pass up!”

Jamie was taken aback at this news, and more than a little apprehensive, but she hid her reaction and just acted annoyed instead. “Well, I’m sorry Katie, but Jennings fucking put me on the stool, the stupid prick! And for bullying, of all things! That Karen bitch must have ratted me out for going after those Jap sisters the other day, and I swear, when I get my hands on her-”

Tiffany Fields, a pretty blond well known in the community for her modeling and pageant titles, interrupted Jamie’s tirade with a sweet looking smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that, we’re figuring out how to get her to volunteer while the Hunter is here. You know how Mistress Morgana likes to occasionally demonstrate how easy it is to accidentally volunteer for snuffing? Well, there’s no way she’ll be able to resist today, so all we have to do is to goad or trick Karen, and then we just sit back and watch.”

“That’s just brilliant Tiff!” Jamie grinned and shook her head. Tiffany was the brains of their operation, and also one of the nicest girls any of them knew. She was always surprised at how vicious and devious the beauty queen’s plans ended up, considering that the girl genuinely liked everyone she ever met. Simply put, the talented beauty didn’t see pain or death as anything to take personally – to her it was just a normal, expected part of life, and she was constantly mystified when someone reacted strongly to such things. It was this quality in Tiffany that sometimes left Jamie lying awake at night, wondering if even the other Heathers were truly safe from their friend’s machinations.

Regardless of her long-term concerns, Jamie was thankful that Tiffany was on her side, as they plotted quietly in the hallway, looking forward to getting revenge on Karen Berg and her softhearted friends.

At that very moment, the target of the Heathers’ ire was calmly sitting at the front of Mistress Morgana’s classroom, half-listening to the Sasaki sisters gossip back and forth from either side of her while she kept an eye on Brandy, who was pacing back and forth near the doorway, hugging herself and looking ready to cry. The redhead had been at it since her sister parted ways with them and joined her own group of friends from the second year.

Karen finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood, excusing herself from the Sasaki’s avid gabfest. She made her way over to Brandy and stood in her path, forcing the girl to stop in her tracks. Pulling her friend into a hug, Karen fiercely whispered in her ear. “Brandy! You have to stop this! Think! Class is about to start, and if you’re worked up like this Mistress Morgana will see it. You know what will happen then. She’ll start in with the questions, she’ll pour on the pressure, and you’ll slip up. And you know that Jenny will be pissed if you go and get strung up just because she was a little late.”

Brandy sighed and allowed some of her tension to dissipate. “I know, I know. But, what if she’s…”

Karen was thinking of an answer to that one when the voice of her nemesis, Katie Linn, rang out loudly from right behind her. “Well, well, well. I always thought you girls had to be gay for each other to be so pathetic, but can’t you keep it in private!”

As Karen and Brandy pulled apart, faces burning with embarrassment and anger, Jamie chimed in from behind her leader. “Yeah, really, like, get a room!”

Karen turned and faced Katie, her friends instantly flanking her. “Just because we aren’t spreading our legs for every guy on the planet like you are, doesn’t mean we’re gay or pathetic. We just happen to have beating hearts and a little common sense, which is more than I can say about you trashy skanks!”

Katie went red in the face herself as she came nose to nose with Karen. By now the whole class was paying close attention to the heated exchange, hoping to see the pair finally come to blows, or better yet, to a death game challenge. They had to lean forward to catch Katie’s hissed words. “Well then, tough girl. Why don’t you show me you have the ovaries to volunteer in class today, without asking what it’s for this time.”

Karen was past thinking at this point, Katie’s pushing coming on top of all the other stress of her morning. “Fine, but you volunteer second, same conditions.” She saw Katie visibly pale and smirked. “What’s wrong, little rich girl afraid to get into something she can’t buy her way out of?”

Katie snorted and looked away. “Whatever, fine!”

It was only at this point of no return that the two enemies realized that members of their respective groups were tugging at their arms and trying to tell them that things had gone too far. Perhaps they might have talked the pair down, but at that moment a pair of giggling, half dressed, cum covered girls came waltzing into the classroom, drawing everyone’s attention as they called out in unison. “Hey, what about us, we want in!”

Now focused on seeing Karen in Mistress Morgana’s terrible clutches, and additionally wanting to deny the Mercer Twins the chance to sacrifice themselves on their friend’s behalf, Katie spat out words that made Jamie growl in frustration with her leader’s temper. “Get in line, sluts. We already have an agreement, so sod off.”

Any further exchanges were forestalled as Erin, another member of the Heathers who was acting as lookout at the door, suddenly hissed into the class. “Seats everybody, Miss M.’s coming!”

Meanwhile, back at the ranch (specifically, the Collins Family Cow-Girl Ranch), Ellen was in the midst of a serious mother-daughter discussion with her eldest children, Mona & Margo. As usual, Mona was as focused as a laser, while Margo’s attention constantly wandered from her mother, to one of her brothers, to her poetry book, and back again. Ellen might have been worried that her lessons weren’t being imparted to the latter girl, but she knew that diligent Mona would make sure that her beloved sister absorbed the material later.

“Now girls, you only have two weeks before you come of age, and when that happens you had better understand how consent works, in any possible situation. It’s literally a matter of life and death! Tomorrow we’ll start working on specific scenarios, but for the moment I want to review the basics with you – Margo, don’t you roll your eyes at me!”

Margo groaned. “But mom, we already went over this in school!”

Ellen gave her willful child a stern look. “Margo, I don’t care what you think you know – those schools are terribly overloaded, and to be brutally honest, they could give two shits whether you last past your first day out there. Really, it’s like a damn factory system, with the end product being meat on the hoof, ready for slaughter. You do have goals in life other than to end up on someone’s plate, don’t you?”

Margo blew out a loud breath in annoyance and waved her poetry book around. “Well, duh, mom! You know I want to be a writer, I can’t do that from inside an oven, can I? The pages would burn!”

Ellen chuckled, like always finding her happy go lucky child’s irreverent humor irresistible. “Well, that goes without saying. The question is; how do you see to it that you get a chance to make good use of that pen of yours?”

Mona spoke up without thinking, speaking clearly and concisely. “That’s easy. Citizenship. She has to pass her test and become a Mistress, otherwise she’ll always be the property of someone else, and they will be able to have her snuffed out at will.”

Ellen cocked an eyebrow at her studious daughter. “Really, that’s all it takes? That’s all she has to worry about from now on, doing well on her test?”

Mona blushed at her mother’s critical tone. “Um, well, no. First she has to survive two years of finishing school, most likely at Perro High. In that time she’ll be partially owned by both the school and father, and although she won’t be an actual slave, her owners will be able to convert her to one, or to meat, at a moments notice. She’ll also be able to consent to death games, bets and contracts, which can get her converted. Oh, and those are hazards even if she becomes a Mistress.”

Margo was fidgeting through all of this, trying to look bored to disguise her nervousness at the subject matter. The girl never liked to think about such things outside of her writing, a trait that worried her mother to no end. “Yeah, yeah, I got that covered – I’m not into the games or bets, I don’t like being limited by some dumb piece of paper, and I’m going to make sure that my teachers and such are very happy with me, even if I have to get on my knees. Hell, I’ll even blow daddy if that’ll keep him happy!”

Ellen sighed in disappointment. “Oh, you think that’ll save you? Both of my litter-sisters had those same ideas. Neither one even made it to second year. Don’t look shocked girls, this is a reality that you both need to face – yes, Mona, you too. There are a lot of things out of your control, and you need to accept that even if you do your best, you could still end up converted through no fault of your own. Beyond that, you need to be wary, stay calm in all circumstances, and trust no one, because there are always those who will use trickery and deceit to get you. The wrong words or actions can get you into a game or bet you weren’t even aware of, or that you thought was something else. Someone might have you sign something, and if you don’t read it carefully, you could be consenting to conversion. And beyond that, if you get caught alone off private property…”

Both girls shuddered, not needing to hear the rest of the final sentence. Hunters were used to scare girls into behaving from a young age, terrible stories about them were passed around campfires, and every girl had nights that they woke up in terror from those shadowy figures in their nightmares. It was one of the oddities of modern life that Hunters should inspire such dread, considering that a girl was far more likely to suffer conversion via the lottery, games, bets, schools, family, or just her own screw-ups. In the end, however, it was that aspect of being whisked away unseen into an unknown fate that sent shivers down even Ellen’s spine.

Drawing her thoughts back to the subject at hand, Ellen was about to continue with her speech when the Second Wife of the household, Patricia, came bursting in. The leggy black woman, who was also Ellen’s longest surviving friend, was panting as if she had run across the entire family compound at top speed. Ellen stood up, alarmed at her fellow wife’s atypical loss of decorum. “Patty! What…what’s wrong?”

Patricia was still trying to get her breathing back under control. “Better…get to the…house…need you…it’s Emily…”

Ellen gasped in dread. “Emily! Oh no…”

Hannah Benson desperately wanted to go home, and her day hadn’t really even started yet. Her principal was a cold-blooded killer who had a strange idea of fairness, an old friendship with her father, and a desire to sink his teeth into her flesh. Not a big confidence booster on her first day in a strange environment.

Then there was the pair of twins that had giggled as she essentially told them they were going to be giving blowjobs to men their father’s age while being punished by them. Watching them skip excitedly into the principal’s office as her father leered at them in the background had brought strange thoughts and feelings into Hannah’s head, ones that she just wasn’t ready to confront, but watching them leave again mostly exposed and covered in ejaculate that undoubtedly had at least partial origin in her father’s loins had really thrown her for a loop, as the sight of them had inexplicably thrown her into a small, quiet orgasm. The sheltered girl had felt her face growing hot with embarrassment, but luckily the twins and the naked, collared young secretary hadn’t noticed, as they were quite distracted at the time.

The source of that distraction, however, had not been so lucky, as a masked individual in full Hunter dress had entered with a pale, raven haired woman on his arm. That woman, though dressed in a latex mini-dress and tall girl-leather platform boots, had an aura of danger about her that was nearly a match for her companion. The intimidating pair had entered the waiting area and immediately taken control, issuing orders to the secretary and not allowing her to get a word in edgewise, not that the poor, terrified thing could get much out other than unintelligible stammers.

For her part, Hannah had gone as still and quiet as a hiding rodent, very keen on not drawing notice, even as those strange twins had amazed her by fawning all over the Hunter and the woman, practically begging the pair to do something horrible to them. Hannah wasn’t completely naïve, she had heard all about pain sluts and snuff bunnies, but this was her first time seeing any in action, let alone an identical pair of them!

Hannah had been surprised and chagrined to discover that the exotic scene, so foreign to her own life experiences or personal outlook, was getting her even more worked up than she already had been. She had bitten her pouty lips to keep from moaning, and felt her panties moistening significantly as she imagined these cute, giggly girls willingly submitting to being tortured and killed by the frightening, black clad pair that were…staring at her slowly writhing body.

Oh, shit! That was all she could think as she had watched the Hunter and the woman brushing off the twin girls so that they could approach her. She was frozen in place by a strange mix of fear and lust as the Hunter gently but firmly grasped her chin, turning her head in various directions to get a good look at her face. Hannah saw the woman’s ruby red lips twitching in a mysterious little smile before she spoke in a sensual British voice that sent Hannah’s libido through the roof. “Oh dear, we have a live one here, don’t we my Shadow? I just bet you’d love to spend some…quality time with us, wouldn’t you sweety?”

A single tear had spilled from Hannah’s eye as she tried to shake her head no, and she whimpered a little in fear and…anticipation? She had been so sure that she was doomed, but that hadn’t been the case, as the Hunter let go of her face and the woman laughed musically. “Don’t worry Hannah, I recognize you from your file, and I rarely take a play-toy on its first day in class. Besides, you aren’t really ready yet, not for one of us, and I like my girls…ripe. Now, you just keep studying those rules in your lap, and I’ll see you in class when you feel able to be quizzed on them.”

The woman had turned away for a moment to address the twins, who were now kissing the Hunter’s jack-boots. “You! Slags! Stop pestering my friend and get to class before I decide to subject you both to a painless and banal death. I’ll be right behind you, so you had better not dally along the way.”

Turning back to Hannah, the woman had gently caressed the side of Hannah’s face. “Don’t worry my pet. Someday you will be ready to submit to your true desires, and everything will become clear to you. I just hope that I’m there when it happens. Until then, I expect you to excel in my classroom. Otherwise I will take what pleasure I can from pruning such a sweet bud before its time.”

The black clad pair had then stalked after the twins, leaving the trembling Hannah to exchange a startled glance with the equally shaken secretary. When she finally found her voice, it seemed too loud to her ears, even though she was whispering. “Who – who were those two?”

The nude young woman shook her head and stood up, starting to head for the principal’s office with a look of trepidation on her pretty face. “The woman, she’s your primary teacher, Mistress Morgana. She’s dangerous, but good. Pay attention, and she’ll teach you everything you need to survive, but if you fuck up, she won’t hesitate to teach you a very final lesson. As for that Hunter…” The woman shuddered. “Well, all I know is that he’s called Shadow, and that he’s apparently buddies with Mistress Morgana, and that’s really more than I want to know…”

The secretary had then entered the Principal’s office and shut the door, leaving Hannah alone with her thoughts in turmoil and her body practically vibrating with unreleased tension from her recent peril…and the strange, irresistible arousal that somehow came with it.

Thus it was that she was now locked in a stall in the nearest restroom, focusing her intellect on the rulebook while her hands fondled her breasts and crotch on autopilot, and tears of shame and confusion ran down her face.

Mistress Morgana strode into her classroom with a slight smile on her face, delighted as always by the dread that her entrance always inspired in her female students, and the raw, animal lust on the faces of the male ones. It wasn’t quite as powerful of a high as making prey nearly piss themselves on the Hunting Grounds as she inspected them, or forcing a girl to orgasm even as she died in terror and pain, but she savored the moment nevertheless, and looked forward to seeing the reactions to the surprises that still awaited her young charges.

The teacher sat just so on the edge of her desk to take attendance, smirking to herself as she saw many of her students, boy and girl alike, shifting in their seats and trying to hide their reactions to her flaunting her exotic looking form.

Making her way down the list, Morgana made note of the condition of the Mercer Twins’ outfits – somehow they had managed to get some boy or boys to cum on them during their short trip from the Principal’s office, and popped a few more buttons on their blouses while they were at it. Not that the thin white material was hiding anything, now that it was wet, but the girls were obviously thinking ahead to when the cum dried. What a great pair of sluts those two were – Morgana really wanted to take them home to play, but she knew she’d be unable to hold back, and that would be a shame, because she was certain that they would make truly exceptional graduates of the Snuff Bunny Institute.

Moving on, she noted Jennifer Anderson’s absence without comment, knowing full well why the girl wasn’t present. She was well aware of the girl’s nickname, and found the irony so delicious that she had to fight to keep a straight face.

To distract herself, she focused her attention on a much less pleasing situation – the dagger glares that Karen Berg and Katie Linn were throwing at each other. She had caught the tail end of the girls’ confrontation, and she was quite irritated that Katie was trying to indirectly manipulate her actions. That bitch was going to pay, sooner rather than later, but she might well take down one of Morgana’s favorite students in the process. Of course, Morgana wasn’t going to interfere on Karen’s behalf – she was pretty pissed that the girl had fallen into such a brazen and clumsy trap, and at any rate she had a sink or swim policy with potential protégés. It had worked for her, so she saw no reason to do things any differently.

Her mood now in a darker, more appropriate place, she looked over the rest of the class. Observing the noose marks around Jamie’s neck and Brandy’s reddened, teary eyes, she made a mental note to make sure to really push both girls later, as she was pretty sure that both were on the edge of disaster. The teacher wasn’t being vindictive in either case; she just made it a habit to test her students when they were in these states, even if such tests wound up being to destruction. Better that these girls should make the fall in her classroom and serve as examples for the rest.

Thinking of examples, Morgana quickly finished up the attendance list and stood to address her class. “Today I have a special lesson for you. Normally we don’t cover Hunters until later in the year, but an opportunity to provide you with a much more powerful demonstration has presented itself. This is going to be very upsetting to some of you, so I’m going to warn you now – keep your reactions to yourself. I will not tolerate any outbursts in my classroom. Now, before we get too far into this lesson, I’m going to need an assistant. Would anyone care to volunteer?”

As usual, Karen was one of the first to raise her hand, but unlike those previous occasions, she did not ask what volunteering would lead to. Instead, she followed through on her promise, giving her teacher tacit consent to do anything she wished with her. Morgana watched Katie and her followers grinning in triumph while Karen’s friends reacted with either fear for her safety or, in the case of the Mercer Twins and Allison Knight, envy at both her peril and her close proximity to the teacher they lusted after.

Morgana was annoyed with Karen for putting herself in this position, but she still had an uncharacteristically deep fondness for the girl, so she refrained from asking her to sign any forms, a classic trick that many teachers, herself included, used to take down the reckless and stupid. As she neglected to take full advantage of Karen’s foolish agreement, she saw Katie Linn frown in disappointment, and felt herself getting that familiar tingle of anticipation as she remembered what Katie didn’t – that the queen bitch was in the same boat as her intended victim, and only time would tell if it was going to sink or not.

After directing Karen to wheel in a long, covered cart from her office, Morgana again savored her charges’ looks of curiosity and apprehension, and then she started in on her lesson, leaving the mysterious cart alone for now to allow the feelings it inspired to fester and grow. “Alright, now that we have that out of the way, let’s start our lesson. No, Karen, don’t return to your seat, you aren’t done yet. Now, who can tell me why there are Hunters?”

Crissy and Tiffany simultaneously put up their hands, which was no surprise, but before they could be called upon, the Mercer Twins giggled and called out. “Because it’s fun!”

After allowing the students a moment to nervously laugh at that, Morgana gave them all an evil, catlike smile. “Well, I can say from experience that yes, it is indeed very fun to hunt down succulent girls like yourselves, and is one of the most common reasons that people choose to become Hunters, but that wasn’t my question. Now, why does Hunting exist? Crissy?”

The serious girl with the face of a young supermodel and mind of a lawyer pushed her long black hair behind her ear before answering. “To balance out the randomness of the Lottery like the death games do, Mistress. They take out girls that are stupid or unwary, reducing the quotas for the Lottery and thus making it a little less likely that too many of the best and brightest will be converted through no fault of their own.”

Morgana’s vividly red lips formed a frown. “A perfect by rote answer, and a woefully incomplete one. Please see me after school, Crissy. Tiffany, do you have anything to add?”

Looking at her pale, scared rival, who had supplied the same answer that she herself would have given, the pageant winner licked her lips nervously before she answered. “Well, the Hunting Grounds are often used by schools and businesses to weed out undeserving applicants, and also to settle disagreements and such. That’s in addition to allowing girls to wager their lives against money that they can use to benefit themselves or their families. This makes Hunting grounds economically indispensable. And then there are Bounty Hunters, who track down and bring in Runaways, or other criminals, and their female relatives for punishment. That makes them essential to our justice system.”

Morgana sighed loudly, making Tiffany cringe. “Again, a nice, neat, by the book answer. You’ll be joining Crissy here this evening. For the real, to the point answer, I think we need a visual aid, to really get the point across. Karen, you may remove the cover on that cart now.”

Morgana watched Karen closely as she took the cover in her hands, her dread clear on her face. That dread morphed into shock and horror as she pulled the cover away to reveal the gutted, cold body of her friend Jennifer Anderson. The entire class gasped in surprise as the girl’s formerly cute face came into view, her final expression of pleasure and confusion clear despite the discoloration, bulging eyes and protruding tongue from her strangulation.

Morgana heard somebody starting to sob loudly, and she turned to find Brandy holding her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle her reaction as tears poured from her eyes. The teacher was annoyed at the interruption, but also pleased that the big-breasted redhead was already so close to breaking. She decided to allow the girl to stay in class for now, since she still had the presence of mind to try to control herself. She hoped to see that control slip by the end of the lesson, but if not, she would be satisfied with having made the girl stronger and more likely to survive.

Turning back towards the cart and Karen, who was still staring at her friend’s carcass even as she slowly backed away from it, Morgana made a grand gesture at the morbid display and bared her teeth in a feral grin. “This girl, this Mouse that you’ve shared class with all year, was a useless cunt and never even knew it. That wasn’t her fault, because all of you are useless cunts, until you manage to pass your citizenship tests – not that many of you will.”

Scanning her charges’ shocked faces, Morgana barely paused before continuing. “Nothing has changed now that her heart has stopped beating. She is nothing more than meat today, and that’s all she was yesterday.” The teacher punctuated her next statement by pointing at her students. “You. Are. Meat. And there are too damn many of you useless little cunts out there. We can’t afford to feed and clothe and educate all of you, and testing you is a waste of time and effort in most cases. So, we need as many different ways of thinning the herd as we can come up with. If they appear to ‘balance things out’, or to ‘make things fair’, or to serve some other worthy purpose, so much the better, but in the end they are all means to the end of putting you into a collar or onto a plate.”

Striding over to the cart, Morgana took hold of Jennifer’s hair and pulled her head and upper body up to give the class a better look at her. “Remember this face, girls. This is what you really are, unless you can pass that test and prove to everyone that you are worth more than your meat price. Until that time, you are a waste of resources that our society will try to make use of, either as a food source or as some useful form of slave. Hunting is one of society’s many means of doing so.”

Dropping the head back down with a loud thump that made the class jump, Morgana called out for another volunteer. She smiled as she watched the fear and regret that ran across Katie’s face as the girl reluctantly raised her hand and the Mercer Twins pouted at her.

As soon as she had Katie standing next to Karen, Morgana placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of each girl, not even bothering to pretend that they might do anything other than sign them. As soon as they had done so, Morgana took the papers and put them in her desk for safekeeping, and then she turned to address the classroom once more. “Now we are ready for the second demonstration of the day. Katie and Karen were just kind enough to consent to be Hunted, so that you can see a real example of what to expect if you should find yourselves becoming prey. The school will function as the Hunting Grounds, which is convenient; since there are cameras everywhere and the A/V geeks are going to pipe the footage into our classroom. Now we just need a Hunter, which our hapless little Mouse has provided for us, as her Hunter is an old friend of mine who has graciously agreed to participate in our little demo. Class, this is Shadow.”

On cue, a black clad figure from the nightmares of most of the girls in the room, and the erotic dreams of the others, strode into the room and stopped between his assigned prey. Karen glared at the Hunter with pure hatred, while Katie simply passed out from sheer terror, her slight body crumpling to the ground at the Hunter’s jack-booted feet.[/size]

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[size=12pt]As Hannah Benson slowly made her way down the halls of Perro High, she chewed her pouty lips and reviewed the school rules in her head, barely paying any attention to where she was going. On the surface, the rules were quite similar to those of the private school that she was originally prepared for. There was a detailed list of infractions and recommended punishments, ranging from simple detentions, to corporal punishment, to conversions of various types. The infractions themselves were also predictable, though the dress code was a lot less strict.

What was unexpected, and very worrying for her was the large amount of leeway given to the teachers and staff when they were within their own little territories. In his or her classroom, a citizen teacher could ignore the recommended punishments and snuff a girl on the spot if she so desired, and could even send a boy off to temporary Bull duty! The teachers that were still owned by the school had no such power over the boys, but girls gained no benefits from a teacher’s slave status. The Principal of course could do as he pleased, but Hannah knew that he was limited to a certain degree by the need to avoid too many confrontations with angry parents. As for the staff, well, if you were in the kitchens and you pissed off the cooks, or in the halls during cleaning hours and got in the way of the custodians…

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Hannah noticed that she had gone past Mistress Morgana’s classroom. Just as she was turning to backtrack, she was suddenly slammed into the wall by another, smaller girl passing her from behind at a dead run. Hannah just got a glimpse of the other girl’s face, but she could see from her eyes that she was panicked and terrified.

The running girl didn’t even pause as she growled at Hannah. “Outta the way, bitch!”

Hannah leaned against the wall of lockers, holding her side where the running girl had slammed into her and staring as the girl’s lithe form disappeared around the corner. Not knowing what to make of this, Hannah decided to just go on with her own business and started on her way again.

Not ten seconds after she was in motion, Hannah stopped again as she saw a short but well formed girl with long brown hair and laughing eyes approaching her at a brisk but measured pace. The girl stopped when she reached Hannah and touched her arm with a look of gentle concern. “Hey, are you alright? I saw what just happened, and it looked like Katie hit you pretty hard!”

Hannah blushed, feeling inexplicably shy and embarrassed around this sweetly pretty, naturally confident girl. “Um, no, I’m okay I guess. Just a little bruised maybe, but I’ve had way worse from playing soccer. What’s going on? That girl – Katie? – she looked like she was running from something…”

The short girl favored Hannah with a quirky, lively smile that made her green eyes dance. “More like someone. Look, I’d love to explain, but Katie and I are about ten minutes away from being Hunted, so I really should get going. Nice meeting you, hopefully we’ll get a chance to do this again. Talking, that is. I’d rather avoid getting Hunted again, if I make it this time.”

Hannah stared at the inexplicably cheerful girl with her mouth agape, wondering how crazy she must be. Somehow, she found that attitude appealing, and she just had to know this girl’s name, just in case. “Um, yeah, nice to meet you too. Um, good luck…gee, I didn’t get your name…”

The other girl gave her a friendly hug. “Karen. Karen Berg. Thanks, and I’ll see ya later.”

As Karen started to trot away, Hannah’s expensive Crèche education kicked in. “Hey, Karen! Go to the roof; find a spot where you can see everywhere, but where you can still hide. And make sure you have an escape route before you stop anywhere!”

“Thanks!” Karen’s cute face burst into a warm smile that made Hannah speechless, and then the girl was gone from sight, leaving Hannah standing alone and lost in confusion.

“Patty, calm down and talk to me. Before we go in there, I really need to know what’s going on.” As she closed the soundproof door of the Children’s Crèche, Ellen looked at her best friend carefully, trying to gauge how bad things were from the normally calm woman’s obvious distress.

Patricia Collins closed her eyes and took some deep, calming breaths, and then shook herself out a little before opening her eyes. “Okay, I was coming in after I had milked the Bulls, and I heard a lot of yelling coming from the playroom. I know, nothing unusual there, but then Master came storming out and ordered me to get things ready to cook up some fresh tits. Well, I remembered that we’re short on cows right now, since we had to move one over to the Crèche until Emily has her first litter, and those other two ran dry and got put down, so I got this bad feeling and I asked Master where the tits were coming from.”

Ellen felt the blood draining from her face as she realized just how worked up her husband must be. “Emily. He took them from poor Emily, didn’t he?”

Patty shook her head violently. “No, not yet…but I took a quick look when he was going back into the playroom, and he was changing out the lunette on the guillotine. You know Master, he likes to make it a game when he uses that thing, but we need to hurry. I don’t think she’ll last long, she’s too new to all of this.”

Ellen grabbed her friend’s arm as she was about to take off running. “Patty, you do need to hurry, but not to the playroom. I’ll take care of things in there myself. You go to the kitchen and do as you were told.”

Both women ran now, but in different directions. Soon enough, Ellen was standing by herself at the door to the playroom, trying to gather her strength for what she was planning to do.

Shadow was troubled. More than that, he was conflicted in multiple ways, and he was grateful that his mask hid that fact from the curious students who were constantly sneaking glances at him while their teacher was occupied with setting up the A/V equipment at the front of the class. Scratch that – most were sneaking glances, but a redhead with great tits and red-rimmed eyes was staring at him with revulsion and hatred, while some giggling twins and a deliciously small bespectacled girl were eating him up with adoring, lust filled eyes. None of these reactions surprised him, he’d seen it all before, so he ignored it all and went back to ruminating on the source of his disquiet.

That source was a small, brown haired girl with captivating green eyes. A girl named Karen Berg, who he had admired and adored in his mundane life, waiting for her to finally come of age with hopes of building a future with her. A girl that now hated him with a passion he had rarely seen. Sure, she hated his Hunter identity, but with her inquisitive nature and sharp mind, it was only a matter of time before she discovered the truth. All of his plans for the future were in ruins, and all because of some stuck up little bully. He’d enjoy taking her apart, bit-by-bit.

Of course, there was a very good chance that his future with Karen would consist of capturing her in this Hunt, in which case he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do. There was no question that he was going to try his damnedest to get her – his Hunter’s oath left no room for mercy or compromise, and he took that oath very seriously. It didn’t help any that the whole affair was being remotely observed and recorded. No, he would do his best to find and bind the girl of his dreams, and when – not if – when he succeeded, he would just have to figure out what fate would be best for Karen. He was really hoping that Morgana and his assistant would be able to help him figure that one out, because at that moment, all he saw in her future was death, or slavery that for the free spirited girl would be worse than death.

Of course, he would be well within his rights to take her as his bride, but he knew Karen well enough to know that the proud girl would only give him her body. Her mind and soul would still be filled with a hatred of him that would only be enhanced by the betrayal she would feel upon learning of his true identity. No, that was not an option, not until he had a chance to make her understand him, and why he had killed her friend. That would take time, time that he would not have should he capture her…

Suddenly an idea came to him. It was risky, and required him to entrust the well being of his beloved into the hands of a woman that he knew well to be a cruel, sadistic bitch. However, she was one of his closest friends, and her cruelty was never personal.

Sighing with resignation, Shadow turned to Morgana and drew her aside. “Listen, I need you to have my assistant watch the class, so that you can act as a second Hunter. I can’t Hunt Karen. You know why.”

Morgana’s red, red lips curled up in a little smile of pure delight. “Oh my! Dearest Shadow, can it be that I’ve found the chink in your armor? Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me, but you do know that I will find the girl, and take her as my own?”

A black-gloved hand ran lightly down Morgana’s sleek black hair. “I know, and I’m counting on you to come up with a solution to my quandary. I trust you, as a Sister, to act in this girl’s best interests, as well as my own.”

Morgana pulled away and laughed. “Of course, I wouldn’t think of screwing you over, dear Shadow. Just remember, she’ll be sorely tested before the end, and if she is found wanting, it will be out of my hands. She will die, and badly, most likely. Are you sure that you both wouldn’t be better served by culling her yourself, this very day? I know that you are very…good…to a girl in her last moments…”

Shadow just shook his head and moved to the front of the class, distracting himself for the remaining waiting period by seeing if he could get the delicious girl with the granny glasses to agree to come home with him tonight…

Ellen stepped into the playroom with her heart in her throat, both fearing and hoping that she was too late. As the door closed behind her, she froze in place, taken with the tableau before her. There was Emily, hands tied behind her back and slender torso strapped to the frame of the guillotine, her pert breasts pushed through the pair of holes in the de-breasting lunette. The girl’s wide, terrified eyes were filled with tears, her features distorted as she gripped the contraption’s release cord in her teeth.

Their husband was behind the girl, flogging her back as she writhed in her bonds and let loose a rising, haunting keening sound that sent shivers up Ellen’s spine. A particularly loud blow almost caused the youngest Collins wife to lose her grip, and thus her breasts, and that propelled Ellen out of her daze and into the path of her husband’s next blow. “Master! Please, stop for a moment. I have a better solution!”

The stern man was taken aback. Never before had Ellen ever spoken out of turn to him, let alone interrupted a session in the playroom! “This had better be good, bitch.”

Ellen nodded her head quickly as she locked the safety on the guillotine. “Oh, it is my Master! Look at this girl’s breasts Sir. They are far from their full potential, and you deserve only the best.”

Randy Collins grunted his grudging acceptance of his eldest wife’s logic. “Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?”

Ellen took a deep breath, partially to steady her nerves, but mostly to thrust out her already prominent, hormone enhanced breasts. “Take mine. I know you love them, Master, and I know you’ve been thinking of taking another wife just to get these on your plate, so why don’t we just chop them off now, and then make me the main course at the next coming of age ceremony. Who knows; you may even find a good replacement for me at the party.” Ellen could see that Emily was shaking her head silently and mouthing ‘no, don’t’, but she ignored the girl and focused on her husband.

Randy scratched at his red beard thoughtfully. “Well, that’s not too bad, but if I’m going to do you this favor, you’re going to have to make this special for me.” Ellen paled, scared to death of what she might be asked to do, but one look at the sweet girl strapped to the guillotine was all it took to stiffen her resolve. She nodded for her husband to continue. “Tell you what, Ellen. If you can use the manual de-breaster on yourself, with no help or restraints, I’ll let Emily go free, and you can live until the ceremony. But if you hesitate even once, I’ll snuff the both of you right here and now, and tomorrow I’ll go calling on the Sasakis and offer to buy the twins.”

Ellen felt her knees going weak, but not just from fear. This was one of her many secret, masochistic fantasies, or at least something like this, and she could feel her cunt starting to moisten drastically at the thought of what she was about to do. For a moment, she wondered whether she was doing this out of her concern for Emily’s welfare, or just to actually live out one of her most extreme fantasies. She quickly tossed out her concerns as she stared at the gleaming blade of the de-breaster and nearly came in anticipation of forcing the thing down on her proudest assets. First, however, she dropped to her knees before her husband and Master, and wrapped her massive tits around his proudly erect cock one final time.

James Berg stood stock still in front of Mistress Morgana’s classroom, filled with worry for his little sister. He wasn’t entirely convinced that it had been a good move to send Morgana, an infamous Huntress in her own right, off on Karen’s trail, but he more than understood his friend’s reasons for having done so, and he did trust the Hunter’s judgment. Nevertheless, he couldn’t bring himself to step in front of the televisions, afraid of what he might see there.

He couldn’t resist studying the students’ faces however, partially in a morbid need to know immediately if something terrible was happening, and partially out of simple curiosity. It was fascinating to watch their young faces filled with various combinations of fascination, horror, lust and the unavoidable boredom of the inexperienced when they think they already know it all.

With one exception, all of the students were focused on the three screens before them, which were streaming the video from the numerous CCTV cameras around the campus, following the movements of both prey and Hunters. That exception was a slender, California-girl type with long blond hair and braces, who was twirling her hair around one finger while she tried to attract his attention. Obviously the girl was looking to hook up with him, but he knew better than to trust the attentions of a girl when she knew of his Hunter connections, and he really wasn’t in the mood to take her into his bed just to snuff her. Thus, he was doing his best to ignore the girl when the door to the classroom unexpectedly opened.

James turned towards the door and was confronted by the sight of one of the most delicious looking girls that he had seen since his college days. As the girl stood there looking at him in confusion, he couldn’t help imagining her at one of the parties his Fraternity used to throw, getting used up in some spectacular fashion before winding up on the grill.

Shaking his head to clear it before he got too tempted to act improperly, James walked up to the girl and asked her what she wanted in a low voice.

The girl lowered her voice as well. “Um, I’m Hannah Benson, and I was supposed to report to Mistress Morgana’s class, but I guess I got the room number wrong or something…”

James sighed. He really didn’t have the patience right now to deal with settling in a new student. Looking around for another option, his eyes fell on the sheet-covered cart that held the carcass of Shadow’s first kill of the day. “Ah, well, Hannah, you came to the right place. Your teacher is just busy with something right now, so I’m watching the class for her. Why don’t you set your bag down by this desk, and then you can do me a favor and take that cart down to the kitchens. Tell them that you have some meat for them.” James paused for a moment, and then decided to kill two birds with one stone. He walked over to the blond that had been making googly eyes at him. “What’s your name, girl.”

James had to hold back a derisive snort as the silly thing actually giggled like a little girl. He didn’t know whether it would be more pathetic for that to have been natural or an affectation aimed at making her somehow seem more appealing. Either way, he wasn’t impressed. “Hee-hee. I’m, like, Teena, with two E’s, Masterrr Berrrg.” Now James was really having trouble keeping a straight face – the little minx had actually tried to do a seductive purr when she said his name. He really needed to get rid of her before he wound up strangling her without Morgana’s permission. He was in charge of the class, so it wouldn’t be illegal or anything, but it definitely wouldn’t be proper, and he didn’t want that woman mad at him when she was most likely going to be holding his beloved sister’s life in her hands.

“Well, Teena with two E’s, why don’t you do me a big favor, and help Hannah over there. She’s new, and probably doesn’t know how to find the kitchens. I need someone I can trust to ensure that this cart goes directly to the cooks.”

Teena blushed and grinned at his implied compliment, never realizing that he was really just trying to get her out of his sight, so that he could concentrate on more important things. The slender girl bounced out of her seat and ran to the cart, pushing it, along with a startled Hannah, out the door at a brisk pace. “You can count on me Masterrrr!”

As the door closed, several students chuckled, and James heard one mutter to another, “Now that is what Miss M meant by useless cunts.” This was followed by some amused twitters, and then a sudden hush went over the classroom, setting James on edge.

Every one of the students was now leaning forward, concentrating on the screens before them, and then someone spoke out. “Oh, she’s about to get it! Good, I hate that bitch!”

Despite his earlier resolve, James couldn’t resist moving to see what was about to happen.

Katie was running blind in sheer terror, not knowing or caring where she was, or where she was going. A few minutes ago, she had been holed up under some bleachers in the sports field, and then she had heard the sound of heavy boots above her, and she had panicked, bolting like a startled doe.

She still couldn’t believe how badly her plans had backfired. Of all the things that she could have been faced with, this was the one from her worst nightmares. Hunters had always terrified her more than anything, which was why she had been so hot to see one take down that bitch Karen. Now, she was the one being Hunted, and she found herself not caring one bit if her rival had her fall or not. It really showed her what her real priorities should have been, now that it was too late.

Katie was just promising herself that if she made it out of this alive and free, she’d never again try to push another girl into anything, when she heard her silk school collar beeping, and felt it tightening slightly around her slender throat in warning. She swore to herself and stopped to get her bearings.

She knew she had to be on the edge of school property, because Mistress Morgana had set her and Karen’s collars to limit them to that territory for the duration of the Hunt, which was one hour. Katie knew that if she strayed near those borders, her collar would slowly grow tighter and tighter, as it was starting to do now, and if she stepped entirely out of bounds, the thing would swiftly squeeze the life out of her. The problem was, she had fled into the woods behind the sporting area, and she wasn’t familiar with them, so she had no idea which direction she needed to head in. On top of that, she couldn’t afford to stay in one area too long, so she felt she had to make a choice and hurry along, hoping that she chose correctly.

As if to punctuate that last thought, Katie felt her collar constrict a little more, and panic started to fill her again. Darting her gaze around, she noticed an opening in the trees, and without thinking, she darted towards it, stumbling in her sexy but not at all functional blue pumps with their three-inch heels. A moment later, she was standing at the edge of a backup lot for pony-girl carts as she gasped in relief at feeling her collar releasing its grip on her neck. Winded and thirsty, the girl couldn’t resist when she saw the watering troughs for the pony-girls, and a moment later she was bent over the edge of the thing, lapping at the steadily flowing fresh water.

Finally sated, she was just about to raise herself up when a pair of strong hands grabbed her wrists, drew them together, and had them tightly bound, all before she even had a chance to do much more than gasp in surprise and wriggle a little in distress. That distress only grew as she felt the short skirt of her silky blue dress being flipped up over her ass to reveal her matching thong and garter belt.

Katie sobbed and tried to kick her assailant with her wicked heels, but he was protected by thick girl leather. All her efforts earned her was a series of harsh spanks to her firm, upturned buttocks that continued until she stopped struggling. As soon as she did, her thong was painfully torn from her, eliciting a yelp from the now red-faced girl.

Katie whimpered as she felt a gloved hand playing around with her meat tag, and then despite herself she started to moan as that hand started to gently rub at her sex, quickly taking her to the point of being dripping wet and trembling with need. That need was soon fulfilled as she felt a long, thick cock forcing its way into her practiced cunt. She bit her lips as she was swiftly filled to the brim, and then she let out a groan of frustration as the cock withdrew. That groan transitioned into a squeal of pain and outrage as her virgin anus was viciously violated.

“Nooooo, not therrrreee, pleassse, aaaahhhh!” Katie was screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to stomp at the man’s boots as her slender body was jolted by his brutal thrusts. Tears were streaming from her big blue eyes, as she finally understood that one way or another, her life as she had known it was over. She had always taken pride in being untouched back there, unlike most of the other cheerleaders, and she had hoped to keep it that way until she found a man of wealth and power that she could own with her tight body and ass. Now, she was the owned one, and her owner seemed to be doing his very best to tear her in two.

A few minutes later, Katie could feel her ass starting to loosen up around him, making the pain fade a little, but she was still letting loose with guttural screams and cries as her still sopping cunt was now being manipulated, melding pain and pleasure together in her confused mind. She was spiraling upwards towards a massive orgasm, her mind blank to anything other than the sensations that were jolting through her body, and then, just as she was at the edge of her climax, the man’s free hand moved from her narrow waist to take a firm grip on her long black pony-tail. In other circumstances, she would have known what was coming, but as it was, all she could do was cry out in ecstasy as she started to cum.

Suddenly, her cry was coming out as bubbles as her head was shoved under water, and she reflexively inhaled in shock. Cold liquid entered her lungs, and she started to thrash and jerk violently, fighting to surface so that she could get some air. All she managed to do was to draw the cum out of her rapist’s cock with her wildly spasming cunt. She felt him cumming inside her, another thing that she never allowed her lovers to do, and the sensation, along with the lack of air, sent her orgasm to heights that she had never imagined.

Katie felt everything slipping away from her, as her body’s struggles slowed to twitching and shuddering, and she somehow didn’t care, basking in the warmth of her orgasmic aftershocks and the insulation of her mind and body swiftly shutting down.

Just as the girl started to piss herself, she was suddenly pulled from the water, and the water was being forced from her lungs. The next thing she knew, she was curled up in a fetal position, coughing like crazy and sobbing bitterly as she realized that she was being toyed with. She was filled with despair and her will broke as she decided that she couldn’t take doing this type of thing over and over, never knowing which time was really going to be the end. Her teeth were chattering and her lips were blue as she pleaded with her captor. “P-p-please…j-just…k-k-kill m-me!”

The Hunter responded by pulling her face to his pants by her hair. “Maybe. If you’re good, really good. Meanwhile, you pissed on me, bitch. Now lick it up good, slave girl, and maybe I’ll forget about filling your tits with needles tonight.” The anger and derision in the Hunter’s spooky, enhanced voice sent shivers down Katie’s spine, and she hoped that she could do something to change that as she suppressed her revulsion and got to work.

With her face and breasts covered in her husband’s cum, Ellen Collins straddled the bench attached to the manual de-breaster and lowered her dripping wet cunt onto the long, thick stabilizing probe that would help her to maintain her position during the coming ordeal. The metal rod had a ridge along the base that was meant to stimulate her clitoris, and she moaned and had to stop herself from humping the thing as she hit bottom.

Biting her lip to hold back her already pending orgasm, Ellen leaned forward until the bottom of her breastbone was pressed up against the bottom of the wooden breast clamp, and then she adjusted the thing upwards until it was pillowing her big tits impressively. After locking the bottom in place, she swung the top portion down onto her breasts, squishing them a little in the process. That squishing had only just begun, as she now started to spin a screw that started to tighten the pair of wooden crosspieces, slowly crushing her proud mammaries between them.

Grimacing from the rising pain, Ellen turned on the stabilizing probe’s vibrate function and started to hump it, allowing herself to get excited enough to continue. So excited, in fact, that she sped up the process, moaning and grinding her clit into the base of the probe even as the huge globes of her breasts were crushed and turned purple. Finally, she felt herself getting close to cumming, and she knew that it was time.

Firmly gripping the handles on the big sliding blade above her head, she twisted them to unlock the razor sharp cutting instrument, which also activated a heating unit that would allow the blade to cauterize as it cut. Rotating her hips faster and faster, Ellen quickly brought herself to orgasm, and simultaneously pulled the blade down with all of her might. Even as the sweet shudders of ecstasy ran through her body, she watched the heavy blade cut through the base of her tits like a hot knife through butter, which was not too far from the truth. She could hear a sizzling sound, could smell her cut flesh burning, and she felt the sharp agony of her wound confirming what the plop-plop sound in front of her meant. Her breasts were gone, lying in a container at her feet even as one of the most amazing orgasms of her life shook her body like a leaf.

Hannah sighed as she and her giggling, idiotic, sweet new friend pushed the cloth-covered cart through the doors that led into the prep area of the school kitchen. Only a lone kitchen slave was in the room, washing dishes in the nude. The girl was not much older than Hannah was, and had welts all over her back and a listless, defeated look on her face. That expression changed as the girl turned at the sound of the closing door. Her eyes filled with resentment as her voice rang out, filled with annoyance. “Hey, can’t you read!” She pointed at a large sign next to the door that said in big red letters: [/size]

[center][color=red:ie5cuzs1][size=12pt]ONLY COLLARS, TAGS AND HATS ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. CLOTHING AND JEWELRY STRICTLY PROHIBITED.[/size][/color:ie5cuzs1][/center] [size=12pt] Both Hannah and Teena flushed with embarrassment as they started to disrobe, Hannah with reluctance, and Teena between giggling fits. Soon enough both girls were nude except for their collars, their clothes folded neatly in a box next to the door. Satisfied that protocol had been followed, the slave girl finally addressed them again. “Okay, what do you need?”

Hannah wanted to gesture towards the cart, but she hated the way the slave’s eyes seemed to hungrily devour her breasts, so she crossed her arms over them instead. “Um, we have some meat for the cooks from Mistress Morgana’s class?” She was so nervous in that environment that the statement came out as a question, and she half mumbled it at that.

Teena spoke up in a cheery voice. “Yeah, we’re supposed to report straight to the cooks!”

The slave’s eyes lit up as her lips curled up into an evil grin. “Oh, goody. I love a good show!” Suddenly she slapped a red button on the wall, and a second later a half dozen cook’s assistants burst through the doors leading to the kitchen proper, wearing only little hats that signified their status. The slave called out to them. “Special delivery from Miss M – meat on the hoof!”

Hannah stood there, gaping at the assorted men and women in astonishment as three of them rushed towards her. Before she could react any further, they were on her, two of them zip-tying her hands behind her back while the third shoved a well used ball gag into her mouth. The stunned girl twisted her body in their grips and yelled futile protests into the rubber that filled her mouth as she was lifted off of her feet and carried bodily into the kitchen right behind Teena, whose eyes were filled with confusion and bemusement.

Karen Berg looked at her watch and suppressed a sigh of frustration. Only two minutes had passed since she had last checked it. She still had seventeen minutes left until she was safe, an eternity in Hunt time. Still, she was in a pretty good hiding spot, the exact kind that the expensively dressed girl in the hall had advised her to seek out. From her perch next to the only cover near the southeast corner of the auditorium roof, she should be able to see anyone approaching long before they could spot her. Scanning around her, she saw nothing threatening and dared to hope that she might just make it.

A second later, she saw something slender and black go down in front of her face, and then she was gagging and reaching for her throat as she was lifted off of her feet by the cord that was looped around her neck. Kicking and twisting desperately, Karen instinctively clawed at her own throat, but it was useless. In less than a minute, her vision was going red as her eyes bulged and her struggles weakened and slowed.

Suddenly, just as her body was on the verge of giving out, Karen felt herself being lifted and then slammed face down on the hot metal top of the air conditioning unit that she had been using as cover, and she gasped as the cord was loosened. Before she could do much more than cough and desperately suck in air, her hands were secured behind her back.

She was quickly flipped over onto her back, her arms pinned painfully beneath her, and she stared up into the face of her teacher in confusion. “Mistress Morgana? What – what are you doing?”

Morgana smiled sweetly as she unzipped Karen’s pants and slid them and her panties down her shapely legs. “What does it look like my dear? I’m Hunting you, or I was. Now, I’m claiming you.” The teacher gently tugged Karen’s meat tag out and clipped a new one onto the ring, making the stunned student her personal property. “See, that simple, my little slave. We’re going to have some real fun tonight…”[/size]

[center] [color=blue:ie5cuzs1][i:ie5cuzs1][size=12pt]To be continued in the next episode of One Life to Give… [/size][/i:ie5cuzs1][/color:ie5cuzs1]

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[center] [b:2635ug8x][u:2635ug8x][size=12pt]Episode 02 “Bad Reputation”

Part One[/size][/u:2635ug8x][/b:2635ug8x] [i:2635ug8x] [size=12pt]Blue, eyeshadow girls smoking in the bathroom They’re gonna meet out on the dirt road at a quarter till two Whispers, whispers echo through the stall Hey isn’t that her? isn’t she the one?[/size][/i:2635ug8x] [/center]

[center][b:2635ug8x][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 9:42 AM[/size][/b:2635ug8x][/center]

[size=12pt]“Oh gods yes that’s hot!” Kevin Jennings sat in front of the big screen on the wall of his father’s office, enjoying the CCTV footage of the Hunter Shadow raping and drowning his prey, while his father’s secretary gave him an enthusiastic blowjob. Kevin was a little embarrassed to be getting his cock slobbered on in front of his father, but that was more than made up for by the pride he felt in being treated as an equal for the first time.

For his part, Principal Charles Jennings was busy making phone calls, trying to arrange the sale of the footage of the ongoing Hunt. He looked up at his son for a moment and smiled. “Yep, that Shadow there is pretty good at playing with his prey. Hopefully that and Morgana’s participation will get us a good deal with one of the networks.”

Kevin was barely paying attention to what his father was saying, as he was too enraptured by the desperate struggles of the girl on the screen. It was obvious that she was cumming even as she drowned, and that excited him so much that he couldn’t resist taking the secretary’s head in his huge hands so that he could pull her all the way down on his just as massive cock. He was so into what he was watching, that the struggles of the cock-strangled woman only made things better for him.

As the girl on the screen started to go still, only to be tossed onto the ground and revived, Kevin started to cum, pumping his hips up at the now mostly limp secretary’s blue face as he bellowed and sent his sperm straight down her spasming throat. “Oh, yeah! Damn that was good!” Breathing hard, he started to calm down, and suddenly noticed that he was still holding the woman’s face hard to his groin, and she wasn’t moving. “Oh, shit! Dad, I think I broke your secretary!”

Charles watched with bemusement as his son let the woman’s head go, and her body slumped lifelessly to the floor. “Well, better check her pulse before you get too worked up there, son.”

Blushing, Kevin bent down to put a finger to the woman’s neck, and then straightened up, sighing in relief. “It’s okay, she’s just passed out.” It wasn’t that Kevin was at all concerned for the girl. Rather, it would have been very rude for him to have snuffed out one of his father’s slaves without permission, especially one that was also the property of the school.

Charles chuckled in amusement at his son’s obvious discomfiture. “Don’t worry about it son, it’s not an uncommon thing to have happen. Just make sure you never do that to a Citizen, or you’ll be up shit crick without a paddle.” Turning his attention back to the screen, he watched the Hunter forcing his prey to lick her piss off of his girl-leather pants. “So, you say you’ve seen this Shadow guy Hunt before?”

Kevin smiled, grateful that his father had changed the subject. “Sure, he’s an Alumni of my Fraternity. Please don’t ask who he really is, we’re sworn to secrecy.” His father just waved a hand casually, indicating that he knew full well the importance of keeping Frat oaths. “Anyway, he helps to run the final test for our initiates and those of our Sister Sorority, since it’s an on campus Hunt, and sometimes he participates. Last year he took down the little sister of the High Priestess of the local Temple of Aphrodite, and wouldn’t ransom her back, even when we told him there was no way we were going to cook the bitch.”

Charles sat back, looking at the image of Shadow thoughtfully. “Good move on your part. It’s never a good thing to invite a curse from that Temple. This Shadow guy must have a lot of balls. So what did he do?”

Kevin chuckled. “Oh, he created a real shit-storm. Sold the girl off to the Temple of Artemis. From what I hear, they took her to one of their Holy sites and set her loose, then filled her with arrows. Those Temples have been at each other’s throats ever since, and he was totally forgotten in the process. Dude is fucking brilliant.”

Charles had a bit of a laugh himself at that while he flipped through the CCTV feeds, trying to find either Morgana or her prey. Suddenly he stopped and leaned forward, his face red with rage. “What the fuck do they think they’re doing! That girl isn’t meat!”

Curious, Kevin squinted at the screen, which was focused on a pair of tied up, gagged girls being carried into the school kitchens. He turned to his father with his brows raised. “Which one? And what’s so special about her?”

Charles rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. “The dark haired one, she’s the eldest daughter of an old buddy of mine. He just brought her up here for her first day of school this morning. Shit! And I had a great arrangement I was setting up for him. I’m telling you, heads are going to roll!”

“Mom? Are you all ri- oh, crap! Mom, what happened to your breasts?!?” The shocked, panicky tone of Mona Collins’ voice drew her sister Margo’s attention away from her writing and towards the entrance to the Children’s Crèche, where the pair had been waiting for their biological mother’s return. Standing in the doorway was a grim faced Patricia Collins, one of their other mothers, whose tall body was bent over to help support her best friend, Mona and Margo’s mother Ellen. Ellen was wearing the plain but attractive housedress that she usually wore in the Crèche, but whereas the dress usually strained to contain her massive breasts, it was now drooping down in the front, lying flat against her chest.

Margo’s hands flew to her mouth in horror as her sister rushed to help Patricia with her burden. Through her tears, Margo could see her mother hugging Mona to her, while she offered Margo a weak but still reassuring smile. “Margo, be a dear and make me some chamomile tea, please. Actually, make some for all of us, we have a lot to discuss, and I want us all to be relaxed.” Margo just nodded, not trusting herself to speak yet. Her mother reached out to ruffle Margo’s wild mane of red hair affectionately as she shuffled by. “That’s my girl. Just bring it to your room when it’s all ready, we’ll wait for you before we start.”

As the trinity made it’s painful way towards the sleeping quarters of the Crèche, Margo forced herself to turn away, and then ran towards the kitchens, tears streaming from her eyes. Margo knew that her mother had asked for the tea just to give her a chance to calm down out of sight of her much calmer sister and other mother, allowing her to save face. It was that type of effortless consideration that made Margo love her mother so much, and she had no doubt that a similar act was the reason why her mother was now breastless, and no doubt slated to be on the menu in the near future. The thought of losing her mother was breaking Margo’s heart, despite the fact that she had known for years that it could, and probably would, happen at any time.

Margo was so lost in her distress that she didn’t even notice that there were others in the kitchen until she was suddenly enveloped in gentle, comforting arms. Looking up, she saw that she was surrounded by Pamela, Pandora and Paola, Patricia’s eldest litter, who were a year younger than she was. Slender, mocha colored arms held her tight, as their dark eyes offered silent comfort to her. They didn’t ask her what was wrong; they just let her cry herself out in their group embrace.

Soon enough, Margo was feeling much calmer, and she thanked the three P’s, as they were usually referred to, with kisses and hugs, before asking them to help her with the tea. Thinking that their mother might need some comfort herself, Margo asked the three girls to help her bring the tea, with some cups for themselves.

When they arrived at the room that Margo shared with Mona and her mother’s next eldest litter (who were thankfully not present), they found Margo’s mother lying on the room’s rollaway bed, propped up with pillows and smiling despite how pale and tired she looked.

Margo and the Three P’s placed the tea sets on the homework desks and started to serve everybody while her mother started to speak. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you girls, but I’m afraid that I’m going to have to ask you to allow me to stay with you here while I recover from…well…this.” Ellen gestured at where her dress had been pulled down to reveal the clean white bandages that were wrapped around her chest. She looked a little embarrassed, but otherwise didn’t seem too upset, which puzzled Margo.

Curious, Margo reached out to gently touch the soft white material. “There’s no blood? Does it hurt a lot? What happened, I mean, why?”

Margo’s mother enclosed her hand in her own and smiled at her. “It’s okay, really. I did this to myself, of my own free will, for your father. Sure, it hurt when I did it, a lot actually, but I enjoyed it, and the blade cauterized the wounds, so it’s not bleeding or hurting too bad right now. We just put the bandage on to avoid infection.”

Mona surprised everyone by standing abruptly with an angry, hurt look on her face. “What! You did this to yourself! How could you? Don’t you know what will happen, that you’ve condemned yourself to being snuffed out and eaten? How could you do this to us? How could you leave us so soon?” Margo’s sister had started out screeching shrilly, but by the end she was sobbing and barely understandable.

Instinctively, Margo went to her littermate and held her, cooing softly into her ear to calm her. She looked to her mother, who had a helpless, horrified look on her face, and then she looked to Patricia, who was even then moving to take the both of them into her arms, her soothing voice calming them. “Look, girls, what your mother did was a selfless act. Your father was ready to take Emily’s breasts and turn her into meat before she had a chance to have even one litter. The girl was terrified, she wasn’t ready, but your mother, well, she was. She’s had her children, and she has even been able to watch you grow up, something that a lot of women never get a chance to do. She knew that her time was almost up anyway, so she decided to do it on her terms. She even managed to put off her big day until your Coming of Age party. Please tell me that you aren’t going to make her last two weeks miserable by holding this against her.”

Margo saw her sister’s freckled cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her reaction. Mona flew to her mother and threw her arms around her, sobbing out her apologies, while Margo gave Patricia a hug and mouthed a silent thank you to her. Patricia merely winked back, and then her smile faded as she sighed and pushed Margo towards her mother and sister. “Go on, honey. Spend some time with your mother, and I’ll be back later to check on her and gossip.” With that, Patricia gathered her daughters to her and left the room, though not before turning at the door to give her doomed best friend a long, sad look.

James Berg stared at the screen before him, captivated and horrified as he watched his beloved little sister squirming and fighting uselessly as she was suspended in the air by the garrote looped about her neck. His heart leaped into his throat as he saw her struggles quickly weaken, and he was almost certain that she was about to die, but then her teacher, the Huntress Mistress Morgana, pulled her the rest of the way up onto the A/C unit and slammed her down. James sighed as he saw Morgana stripping and tagging the girl, and he got up to turn off the televisions, knowing now that Karen was as safe as could be expected for the moment.

The class let out sounds of disappointment as the screen went blank, but he didn’t care. He had no desire to witness his sister’s humiliation, or for her former classmates to see it. Besides which, he knew that most Hunters preferred to keep the fates of their prey hidden from the general public, if possible, so as to add to their mystique.

Preoccupied with inner speculations on what Morgana might have planned for his sister, James didn’t notice that someone was standing next to him until he heard a throat clearing to get his attention. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw the small girl with granny glasses that had been flirting with Shadow when James had first entered the room. Straightening, he addressed her with a quiet enough voice that only she would hear him over the excited murmurs of the other students. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

The girl smiled at him brightly, surprising him since she had been one of the students that seemed most distressed by Karen’s capture. “I’m sorry to bother you, Master Berg, especially in these circumstances, but I was wondering if you could give this to Master Shadow? Tell him it’s from Allison.”

James saw that she was holding out a folded up piece of paper, and he took it without thinking. Clearing his own throat, he gave her a serious look. “Um, look, Allison. I know that you’re friends with Karen, so I’m going to give you a little warning here. If you’re planning on trying to hook up with Shadow, you need to know that he only loves one girl, and you aren’t her. That means that if you go home with him, you probably won’t ever be seen again.”

The girl bit her lip. “But that’s not a guaranteed thing, is it?” James shook his head in response, and her smile returned. “Perfect then! I like a good risk, as long as it’s not a sure thing. Besides, my best friend is going to be spending some quality time with Mistress Morgana tonight, so it’s only fair if I’m in similar danger.”

James shook his head in bemusement as he watched the girl spin around and skip back to her friends. He really wasn’t surprised at her behavior, since he had run into it all the time amongst the girls that attended parties at his old Frat, and taken advantage of it at that, but he was a little taken aback that his sensible sister would befriend someone with such a reckless attitude towards life. Then again, he wouldn’t have expected Karen to have signed up for a Hunt, either.

Sighing, James wished that he had spent more time with his sister in recent years. He had thought that he knew her well, but now he was discovering that he didn’t really know anything about her friends, or what she had been dealing with in school. He just knew that he would be kicking himself for that neglect for years to come, and it put him in the mood to do something cruel to the girl that had baited his sister into trouble in the first place, even as he felt the need to finally acquaint himself with the girls that seemed to know Karen better than he did.

Seeing a way to take care of two urges at once, James pulled out his phone and moved out of earshot of the class. Perhaps his Hunter friend wouldn’t mind having some company in addition to his prey and that Allison girl…

Hannah Benson struggled hard against her bonds as she felt her bowels being filled by the enema that would bring her one step closer to the end of her existence. Even now, as she watched her formerly giggly companion being strapped down on the well-worn butchering table before her, she just couldn’t accept that this was to be her fate. It wasn’t that she hadn’t anticipated something like this happening to her, but she really hated the fact that she was being prepared for slaughter in such a barbaric manner.

Hannah had always hoped that when her time came, she would be surrounded by those who cared for her, people who would invest the bit of extra time and money to see that she went out on a high. It wouldn’t have taken much, just a good long drink of one of the many varieties of Magic Juice and a little time for it to fire up her libido and sterilize her digestive tract. Instead, here she was, taking a painful amount of soapy, scalding hot water up her ass; while she gagged on the stench of the undignified mess her blond friend had left in the drain below her.

Speaking of the blond, the slender girl wasn’t giggling anymore. Instead, she was staring in confused fascination as tourniquets were tied tight around her shoulders and upper thighs. Hannah doubted that the ditzy thing had any real clue as to what she was about to endure. Sure enough, when the head cook’s huge cleaver took off Teena’s slender left arm just below the tourniquet, the girl’s eyes were huge with pain-filled surprise. That expression never changed as both girls watched the cleaver make short work of Teena’s remaining extremities. Hannah was in a bit of shock from how ruthlessly efficient the whole process was, and all she could think as she saw those finely formed cheerleader limbs being carried away was that Teena would have put on a wonderful show at the end of a noose.

The head cook surprised Hannah by finally removing Teena’s gag, asking if she had any last words. Hannah couldn’t help hoping that the dumb blond would explain that there had been a mistake, that the meat delivery was still out in the prep area, but it was not to be. All Teena could manage to come up with was an innocently surprised, “Ouchy! That hurt!” A split second later, the cleaver came down upon the girl’s slender throat, and her head rolled off the table.

One of the cook’s assistants caught Teena’s head by one of her long pigtails and held it aloft, sticking to tradition enough to allow the slain girl a last sight of her own body, or what remained of it, shuddering as best as it could and spraying blood out onto the table.

Hannah was so transfixed by the sight of her ill-fated companion’s final expression of bewilderment and, strangely enough, amusement, that she was barely aware of the enema hose being removed from her ass, or the gush of foul smelling liquid that followed. Her awareness did come back into sharp, terror stricken focus as the head cook pointed at her. “Hang that one by the ankles, so’s I can gut the bitch. She’s goin’ into the oven whole!”

“What’s going to happen to me now?” As Karen was led by a leash that was attached to her meat tag, she couldn’t help asking her new owner that question, even though she was certain that it would only earn her punishment.

Surprisingly enough, Mistress Morgana merely looked over her shoulder at the girl, her eyes hooded and expression unreadable. “You’re going to be stashed away until I have time to deal with you. I have a class to teach, after all, and it’s not like you have any pressing engagements anymore. But don’t worry, my little kitten, before I go, we’re going to have a little chat.”

Karen winced at her Mistress’s words, partially from the reminder of her new status as an unimportant [i:2635ug8x]thing[/i:2635ug8x], and partly because she was afraid of what that chat might entail. She hadn’t been so much as felt up yet by her over-sexed teacher, and she was certain that it was only a matter of time before she was going to be made to service the woman’s sexual needs. Not that the thought of making love to the sexy teacher hadn’t crossed Karen’s mind on multiple occasions, but she was well aware of Morgana’s sadistic streak, and she knew that she didn’t deal well with pain.

Karen was expecting to be led to the school pantry, or to the slave-holding area in the basement. Instead, she was surprised to find herself following Morgana into the teacher’s lounge. She looked around in interest, although that interest was tinged with trepidation – after all, the teacher’s lounge was the focus of some rather unpleasant rumors involving the torture and snuffing of wayward students. To her relief, Karen found the lounge to be a rather pleasant place, a series of rooms that were open to each other, containing comfortable couches and easy chairs, television screens and games, including a pool table. There were also convenient anchor spots for slave leashes scattered about the room, but that was nothing unexpected – such arrangements were common to most areas of the school, and no cause for alarm.

Morgana pointed to a spot next to one of the chairs, and Karen knelt there without needing any further prompting, while the teacher went to the door and closed it. Striding back to the former student with cat-like grace, Morgana smiled pleasantly at her. “There, Kitten, now we can have our little chat without being observed. Most students and even teachers don’t know this, but this room and the Principal’s office are the only areas on this campus that are not monitored, so we can speak freely.”

Feeling safer in the comfortable environment, and somewhat reassured by her new owner’s friendly tone, Karen decided to wait on the big question for now, not wanting to spoil the moment if her fate was to be an unpleasant one. “Mistress? May I ask why you are calling me Kitten?”

Morgana let out a musical laugh as she sat down in the plush chair and began petting her former student’s soft brown hair. “Because you are one, my sweet. So soft and cute and innocent, playing at things while you wait to lose your milk-teeth. Waiting to grow into a predator, the true killer that I know you can be.”

Karen was filled with confusion now. “M-Mistress? What do you mean? I’m no killer!”

Morgana leaned down and lightly kissed the girl on the forehead. “Neither was I, when I was your age, and in exactly your position. Luckily for me, the person that took ownership of me saw my potential, and set me on a course that enabled me to become what I am today. Luckily for you, that man is still here at this school, and in a position to help us out. We’ll be going to see him before the day is out, and then we’ll know the answer to your real question.”

Karen was shocked at her teacher’s revelation. “Wait – Mistress, are you saying that you were once a slave?” Looking at the confident, dangerous woman before her, she just couldn’t imagine her in a collar, submitting herself to the will of some man.

Morgana again favored her student with a soft kiss, this time on one of her softly rounded cheeks. “Yes, my Kitten, I was once a student here, on an exchange program from my native Britannia, and I wound up making a rash decision that resulted in my conversion. I wasn’t Hunted, not then at least, but in the end, the result was the same. When my new Master had taken me away from my friends, I didn’t know what I feared more, being snuffed out, or taken as a fuck-toy. Would you believe, I was still a total virgin at that point? Never been kissed, and all that rot!”

Karen flushed with embarrassment, and Morgana must have read the meaning of it clearly, because she gently lifted the girl’s chin to stare straight into her eyes. “You too? Well, isn’t this a delightful surprise.” Without warning, the Mistress pulled her new slave up into a sweet but insistent, sustained kiss that literally curled Karen’s toes. When she was finally released, she was left breathless, addled, and more than a little aroused, while Morgana was smiling at her affectionately. “There, now you’ve been kissed. That wasn’t so bad, was it? And the rest will be just as enjoyable, as long as you behave, of course. You see; I’m not all teeth and claws, not all the time.”

Karen nodded, unable to speak, and watched, wide eyed, as her Mistress slid out of the chair and walked towards the door. “But all of that can wait. I have things to attend to. Be a good Kitten and stay in this room until I send for you. Feel free to entertain yourself, but make sure that you don’t allow anyone to use you. If they insist, make sure that they know that I will take it very, very personally. Rest up, and I’ll see you later!”

The door closed behind Morgana, and Karen stared at it for a long time, trying to come to terms with all of the unexpected turns the day had taken, and wondering what further surprises might be in store for her…

“Is it just me, or is our little group starting to get a bit small?” Erin Collins was huddled together with her friends and fellow Heathers, Jamie Winston and Tiffany Fields.

Tiffany was nodding of course, fully understanding what Erin was talking about, but Jamie looked confused. “Like, what do you mean? Sure, Katie’s a total write-off, fer-sure, but that still leaves, like, four of us, and now we don’t have to worry about that Karen bitch ratting on us.”

Erin rolled her eyes at her rather narrow-minded friend. “Um, Jamie…have you noticed how long Teena’s been gone?” Jamie nodded, still looking a bit lost. “And where was she sent?”

“The kitchen…I don’t see how…OH!” Sudden understanding bloomed in Jamie’s eyes, and then she started to chuckle. “Oh, dear! I, like, hope they got her to give them some, like, entertainment, because they fer-sure aren’t going to get much meat out of her! They’d have, like, been better off with that Brandy bitch, she’s totally got better meat on her!”

Erin’s eyes flashed with anger. “Hey! I told you, lay off of my cousin! I still think I can get her to ditch those lame friends of hers! In fact, later today I’m going to try again, it’s the perfect time!”

Tiffany looked thoughtful. “True, that would be ideal. She just lost her best friend and the leader of their group – all that’s left right now are the sluts and the brain. Not to mention, she’s tight with Scarlet, and we’ll need that in with that second year bunch, now that we can’t count on Teena’s influence on her sister. You’ll need to be gentle about it; act really caring…that means you can’t be there at the start, Jamie. I’d help out, but I have to stay after with Miss M, and who knows what condition I’ll be in after that. Sorry Erin, but it looks like you’re on your own here.”

Jamie looked annoyed. “Hey! I can act like I give a shit! Like, really!” She kept a straight face for a moment, and then all three friends burst into laughter.

Noticing that they were starting to draw the attention of the Master that just happened to be the brother of the rival that their group had just eliminated, Erin shushed the others and leaned in closer to work out their plans for her cousin, and who else they might recruit to fill their ranks.[/size]

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[size=12pt]Hannah Benson whimpered into her gag and squirmed within her bonds as her ankles were attached to a spreader bar. She was lying face down on the cold tile floor, staring at the cascade of golden hair that was spilling from the box where her dead companion’s pretty head had been carelessly tossed. She didn’t know whether her situation was better or worse than Teena’s had been, but she was certain that she wasn’t ready to face it. She simply wasn’t ready to die, not like this, and not in this place. Unfortunately for her, the cook’s assistants were more than ready, as they attached a retractable cable from a ceiling winch to the spreader bar.

Hannah’s dark eyes grew wide with panic, and she tried to scream no, but all that came out was “Nnnnnn! Nnnnnn!” as she felt her legs being lifted into the air by her ankles, and her upper body started to slide along the smooth floor. The people around her just laughed as she was hauled up into the air, her long, dark hair hanging down and her beautiful face growing red from the blood rushing to her head.

Hannah darted her eyes around as she twisted in the air and violently shook her head in denial of what was happening to her. She continued to rise until her head was at the crotch level of most of the cook’s assistants, and then the cook himself, a big bellied, gap-toothed older man, knelt in front of her and took a firm grip on her hair. Looking into her eyes, he spoke in the matter of fact manner that one would use to speak to a pet or a small child. “If you want this to go as easy as possible, you need to calm down. Otherwise, I’m going to get annoyed, and if that happens, you are going to suffer all of the torments of Hades. Do you understand?”

Tears were starting to flow from Hannah’s eyes, and her toned muscles were tensing and twitching, but she somehow managed to stop her struggling, going still as she nodded her understanding.

Grunting in satisfaction, the cook brandished a wicked blade in front of her terrified eyes. “Okay, good girl. Now, chopping up that stupid blond felt really good, and at any rate you have some of the best meat I’ve had the pleasure to work with, so I’m going to do you a little favor. I’m going to give you a choice. I can slit your throat and let you bleed out before I do anything else, in which case you’ll be dead a few minutes from now, or you can extend your life, but that means you’ll feel it all as you’re gutted, stuffed and roasted in that big oven over there. Either way, you’re going to die, but it’s your decision otherwise.” He reached for her gag, and Hannah felt hope surge through her – if she could just tell him that there had been a mistake…

The cook must have read her intentions in her eyes, because her paused and shook his head at her. “Now, now! None of that begging or whatever; I only want to hear one word from you, or you’re going to suffer. Fast or slow. One of those words, and that’s it. Nod if you understand.”

Hannah sobbed as her hopes were dashed, but she nodded her understanding nonetheless. As she felt the gag leaving her mouth, she had to resist the desire to explain, or beg and plead. She almost failed, but instead she forced herself to blurt out her answer to his question, sealing her fate. “Fast!”

As the cook nodded with a smile on his face, he stood and signaled for the assistants to raise her higher, Hannah felt a strange acceptance flow into her. Suddenly, she wasn’t tense or fearful. Instead, she could feel an intoxicating combination of calm and arousal washing over her. She was about to die, and some corner of her mind was screaming in protest, but the rest of her was focused on trying to get the most out of these last moments.

As she stopped rising and the cook moved to press up behind her, Hannah could feel her cunt juicing up like never before. She should have felt disgusted by the distinctly unattractive man’s touch, but as he wrapped a thick arm around her chest and palmed one of her sensitive breasts, a shiver ran down her body and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and twitching her hips. She wanted, no, needed to be touched, to feel pleasure one last time, and the fact that her soon-to-be killer was also the one that was giving her that final contact only added to her arousal.

As she whimpered and fought with the spreader bar to try to rub her thighs together, Hannah could hear the cook and his assistants chuckling at her wanton behavior, and her embarrassment only brought her lust to a new level. She couldn’t hold back from begging anymore, but no longer was escape on her mind. “Please, somebody help me! Help me get off, I neeeeed to cummmm!”

The cook answered her pleas by removing his hand from her breast to take hold of her hair, pulling it upward to force her head back until she was staring at the floor, exposing her soft throat. She felt the cold touch of his blade at her throat, and immediately started to orgasm, shuddering and jerking even as mortal terror once more filled her mind. Despite the thrashing of her body, the cook was holding her head and neck perfectly steady, and Hannah could clearly feel him tensing in preparation for the killing stroke. Regret that she would never see her family again joined her terror, and she started to wail. “Nooooo!”

Her anguished cry was so loud, that she almost didn’t hear the kitchen doors slamming open and a loud, deep voice bellowing for the cook to stop. She felt a pain along her neck as the cook jerked in surprise at the interruption, and she was sure that this was the end. She tried to scream in denial, and to her surprise, it came out of her mouth just fine. Her cry quickly died out as her hair was released and she realized that she wasn’t dying, or at least, not just yet.

Now that her head was free, she could look around, and she did, seeking to get a look at her savior. He wasn’t at all what she would have expected, if she had been in a rational state of mind. As it was, she felt her waning orgasm go into sweet little aftershocks at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered young man with his very pleasant features and large hands. He was dressed in jeans and a Hill’s Meats t-shirt that were quite tight and showed off his impressive physique and endowment to great advantage, while over the shirt he wore an open player’s jacket from the State College football team.

Although she was mostly lost in a haze of left over arousal and shock from both her close call with death and the cut to her neck, Hannah was aware enough to follow events as the cook stormed over to the young man. “Who the hell are you? How dare you come barging into MY kitchen making demands? And can’t you read? No clothes are allowed here! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meat girl to slaughter.”

The cook’s tirade only seemed to anger the young man, and his face was like stone as he took the cook’s arm in a firm grip. “I don’t think so. You see, you’ve really fucked up today, and you’re going to be lucky to keep yourself out of Bull duty.”

The cook was now red in the face, and Hannah started to worry that if she wasn’t rescued from him, she was going to be in for a world of pain. Then again, she could feel something warm and sticky and wet running up her face, so maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about that for very long anyway. “What in Hades are you talking about boy? This girl, and another one, she was sent down by Mistress Morgana herself. You’d best not interfere, or she’ll be feeding you your balls for breakfast!”

Not at all intimidated, the young man just smiled wickedly. “No, she’s going to be quite pissed that you left the meat she sent out in the prep room while you chopped up one of her delivery girls. Go ahead and send one of these idiots out to check. You’ll find a covered cart out there with a fresh carcass on it. In the meantime, let the living girl down so I can check that cut you gave her. Or do you want me to have to call my father down here?”

The cook’s face instantly went from red to white as his eyes widened in sudden comprehension. “Oh, shit! You’re the Jennings boy, aren’t you?” At the young man’s nod, the cook flew into action, grabbing an assistant and shoving him towards the door. “You! Go get that cart, and that worthless slave-girl!” Not waiting for a response, he then rushed over to Hannah and held her steady as another assistant started to lower her to the floor.

Just before she would have touched the tiles with the top of her head, Hannah saw the young man rush up to her with a concerned look on his handsome face, and she felt his hard muscles at the back of her shoulders and behind her knees as he lifted her into his arms. A moment later her ankles were released from the spreader bar and her wrists were cut free, but she barely noticed, other than to put her arms around his muscular neck, too caught up in staring into his deep brown eyes, which somehow matched her own.

Hannah wanted to say something to the young man, but she was feeling dizzy, and couldn’t keep her thoughts straight. She was feeling very tired all of a sudden, so she closed her eyes, laid her cheek against his chest and enjoyed the surreal feeling of movement as he carried her. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was his deep, reassuring voice. “Stay with me girl, you’re losing a lot of blood, but I’m getting you to the nurse…hey! Can you hear me? You need to stay awake!”

Hannah just smiled dreamily and let her awareness slip away…

At that moment, in the small community of Pleasantville, which was at the edge of the same City-State, a girl named Penny Lane was perched high up in a tree, watching the household across the street through the telephoto lens on her digital camera. On the porch at the main entrance to that household was a girl, barely of legal age, who had long auburn hair and a face and body to make the Gods weep. That girl was speaking to the Head of that household, making subtly suggestive movements and lightly touching the man at key points in her dialogue. After a few minutes of this, the man opened the door and gestured for the girl to enter, and she did, but not before she put a hand behind her back and made an ‘okay’ sign. Penny smiled, put her camera away, and started to climb down.

Keeping a careful eye on her surroundings, Penny made her way down the street and then crossed it, making her way to a small gap in the fence that surrounded the expansive yard behind the observed household. Slipping through that gap was easy for Penny, for unlike the other girl, she had an athletically slender and flexible body. Thinking about that difference, Penny sighed, for that brought to mind the other ways that they differed, for Penny was no classic beauty or confident seductress. Not that she was ugly, but with her girl next-door looks, plain brown hair and less than impressive breasts and ass, she would never win any beauty contests.

Penny’s down moment didn’t last long, as her upbeat personality kicked in, and she grinned as she thought of how nature had made up for her social disadvantages. Sure, she wasn’t likely to ever attract the attentions of any male Citizens, but that didn’t really matter, as her keen mind, intense curiosity and exceptional observational skills made her a shoe-in to become a Citizen herself, and with luck quite a successful one. She was quite certain that in time, she would have her pick of non-Citizen males to take as her mates.

Of course, all of that would never come to be if she were caught tonight, for the people that she was investigating would not hesitate to snuff her out and eat the evidence, just as she suspected that they had done to many others.

Keeping low, Penny made her way along the perimeter of the expanse of grass and shrubbery, taking cover as best she could and keeping an eye on the household itself. Normally, a wife or slave probably would have spotted her by now, but nobody was near the rear of the building right now. That was a good indication that all was going according to plan, and Penny sent a silent prayer to the Gods that her co-conspirator would be able to enjoy her little orgy without getting herself snuffed.

Making her way to a small wooded area at the rear of the property, Penny scanned the ground, looking for the signs of disturbed soil that her sources had told her to look for. Sure enough, in a small clearing, she found what she was looking for. After taking a minute to document the scene with her camera, she took out her digging equipment and went to work. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to go far down before she struck something solid, and soon she was clearing loose soil away from several small skulls and sundry other human bones.

Laying her finds out to the side, Penny photographed them next to the hole, and then placed the bones into plastic bags, which then went into her backpack. Checking her watch, Penny realized that she was running short on time, and she hurried to make the area look like it had when she had found it. That done, she secured her equipment and rushed back to the fence.

Ten minutes later, Penny was in the restroom of the town’s only McDolcett’s, washing off the dirt and smell of decay that covered her. The door opened behind her, and the auburn haired beauty limped into the room. The girl smiled weakly at Penny, and then started to wash off the various body fluids that were all over her. Penny finished up first, so she started to help her companion, wincing as she uncovered bite marks, welts and bruises. “Ruby Tuesday! You told me that you would get out of there if they started to get rough!”

Ruby just snorted in response and started to apply some makeup, intent on disguising her injuries. “Yeah, right. That wouldn’t have worked and you know it! As it was, he was ready to slit my throat until I promised to bring him our little sisters.” Her face twisted with disgust, and then she suddenly gave Penny a wicked grin. “Well, won’t he be surprised when he finds daddy and the cops at his door with a summons, instead of a couple of little girls for him to play with and eat. I hope he puts up a fight so they can kill his veal eating ass.”

Penny wanted to grin back, but she was troubled. “No, they won’t kill him, even if he puts up a fight. His cabal is too powerful. And that worries me a little. I mean, it’s great that we’ll finally be stopping the child eating and the other disappearances, but you do know that this is going to put daddy in danger, and us as well.”

Ruby just shrugged. “I knew that was one of the risks going in, Penny. I mean, it’s not like that’s anything unusual for the family of a Snuff Detective anyway. To be honest, that kind of turns me on, the thought that some rogue Hunter might be hired to kill me off when I least expect it…but I really don’t think that daddy or his clients will allow things to reach that point. We’ll probably be relocated again, at least until after the trial. I hope we get to go to Dolcett City this time, I’ve been just dying to go to the clubs there.”

Penny just shook her head and pulled on her backpack. It was no wonder Ruby had a bit of a…reputation around town. The surprising thing was that she hadn’t died from it yet. “Nope, I don’t think so. There are too many shady types in the City. I’m betting we end up in Perro’s Town. Daddy’s been talking about sending us there anyway. Now, let’s get this evidence to daddy’s office so he can get the paperwork taken care of.”

Back at Perro High, Mistress Morgana was feeling pretty good as she walked into her classroom. As usual, she enjoyed the silence that instantly enveloped the room, and the mad scramble of students returning to their seats. As they all settled into place and watched her attentively, Morgana did a head count and frowned as she came up short.

Turning to James Berg, who was watching over the class himself with a mildly bemused expression, Morgana questioned him quietly. “James, dear, why am I short on students? Who is missing, and why?”

He looked confused for a moment, and then understanding flashed in his eyes. “Oh, yes. Well, your new girl showed up in the middle of things, and you still had the cart with Shadow’s kill sitting up here, so I asked her to take it down to the kitchens. Since she’s new, I sent another student down with her, Teena with two E’s she called herself.” He suddenly frowned. “Actually, they should have been back by now. I hadn’t noticed until now, I was too distracted by the Hunt…” He gave her a look that told her exactly what aspect of the Hunt had been so distracting for him.

Morgana leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Don’t fret over your sister. I have her stowed away safe and comfortable, and I have every intention of giving her a shot at achieving Citizenship. I’ll be honest with you, the odds are that she’ll fail, and perish in the process, but she’ll have personal guidance that none of these other girls have. In the meantime, you’re free to go, but please do me the favor of checking on those girls you sent off. Just call my room when you know what’s going on.”

James nodded, but didn’t move. “When can I see my sister?”

Morgana frowned. “Not for a few days at least. I don’t want any contact with friends or relatives until she has fully accepted her new status. To do otherwise would really hurt her chances of making it in the long run. I’m sure you understand.”

The Hunter’s assistant sighed. “Yeah, I do. I don’t like it, but I can wait. In the meantime, I’d like your permission for one of your students to accompany Shadow and I when we take the Prey home. She’s willing, and we could use an extra set of holes tonight.”

Morgana quirked an eyebrow at him. “And what are the odds that this student will be back in class tomorrow?”

James smiled at her sheepishly. “Well, we have a play toy that both Shadow and I are very, very angry with…but as to how that will help your girl or not…” He shrugged.

“That’s what I thought.” Morgana tapped her lips with a long fingernail. “Well, I do owe you guys for today…and if the girl is willing to walk into the lion’s den, I’m not too inclined to pull her out of it. Just out of curiosity, who is this idiot girl?”

James inclined his head to indicate one of the students that Morgana had been most tempted to take home herself. The girl saw that they were looking at her, and she gave them a flirty little smile and wave. Morgana smiled. “Ah, Allison. A more eager little minx I have rarely seen. Very well, you may take her, but I want film of everything you do with her or the Prey. Do try not to break her though – I’d really like to get a go at her myself sometime.”

James smiled as he watched Allison slowly and suggestively sucking on the end of a pen. “I’ll try, but you know how it is with these types of girls. You get them wound up, and they practically beg you to take it all the way. Add to that how worked up Shadow and I are going to be…well, it’ll be entertaining regardless, I’m sure.”

Morgana was staring at the girl herself, imagining all of the terrible things that could be done to her, and she felt herself getting quite aroused. “Mmmm. Sounds delicious. Go on, take her with you, just make sure that you check on those other girls for me.”

James nodded and headed for the door, gesturing for Allison to follow. She did, skipping happily and grinning triumphantly at her friends as she did. Morgana waited for the pair to disappear, and then she turned to her students. “Well, now that all of the excitement is done and over with, what have you learned?”

Surprisingly, both Tiffany Fields and Crissy Tanner hesitated before raising their hands. A smirking boy in a wrestling team jacket beat them out. Morgana called on him, expecting from past experience that the popular, overly privileged boy was going to say something stupid. “Yes, Mr. Moore?”

The cocky grin widened. “Miss M, I learned that you are hella sexy when you’re strangling some helpless girl, but I don’t get why you didn’t finish her off. Maybe I can stop over tonight and ol’ Jake can show you how it’s done?” The idiot’s pair of lackeys guffawed at that, but everyone else was gaping at him, surprised that even he could go so far over the line.

Everyone turned their attention to Morgana as she slowly made her way to the trio of snickering boys, until she was staring down at Jake, whose confidence was starting to slip. Finally getting a clue, the flanking boys went silent and started to shift in their seats as Morgana’s ominous silence continued. Finally, she spoke, her voice icy. “Mr. Moore. Perhaps you and your pals here have forgotten that regardless of what you have between your legs, you are not a Citizen, while I am.” As Jakes smile finally disappeared, the teacher leaned forward until her face was inches from his. “I think we have been remiss in providing an example to you first year boys of what can happen if you piss off the wrong people.”

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise. Apparently, he truly hadn’t expected anything like this. “W-what?”

Morgana rolled her eyes as she made her way back to her desk and pressed a button. “Mr. Moore, your father really fucked up when he failed to teach you the limits of being a non-Citizen male in our society. I’m afraid that you are too old to change your ways, but I’m sure that Master Collins will do his best to instill an understanding of your place while you do your time as one of his Bulls. I do hope that your equipment is as small as your brain, or you’re going to have some trouble walking right after the hormone treatment is done with. At any rate, you’ll have to kiss the wrestling goodbye, with the target you’ll be presenting.”

Jake stood up and started to bellow in outrage. “Bitch! You can’t do that! You’re just some worthless cunt with a piece of paper! I’m a man, and I’m going to fucking string you up for this!” With that, the enraged jock started to charge at his teacher, only to stop dead, staring in shock at the box in his teacher’s hand, a box that was attached to the wire that was suddenly embedded in his forehead.

The boy’s eyes widened with genuine fear as Morgana gave him an evil grin. “Bad move, Bull-boy.” She pressed a button, and Jake stiffened and started to violently convulse. Students dived away from him as he fell to the floor and thrashed around for a few moments, and then Morgana released the button and made her way over to his helpless form. Leaning over him, she admired the way the aftershocks of the tazer made him twitch, and then she pulled the wire from his forehead, making sure to twist it so that it would make him bleed. “Stupid boy. Your father’s money can’t save you, not that I think he’d bother to try, with the way that you’ve shamed him today. Now, I was going to send you off for a week and then give you a chance to apologize, but after that stunt, and those threats against me, I’m going to have to make it an indefinite stay. I’ll check on you in, oh, six months or so.”

Morgana straightened up as a beefy pair of school security guards entered the room. “Boys, take this pile of shit to the delivery doors, and make sure he’s bound nice and tight. I’ll be making the arrangements for his pickup later.”

The students all watched in shock as one of the school’s star athletes was dragged away, and then they turned to Morgana, who had found her standard perch at the corner of her desk once more. She looked entirely unruffled by what had just occurred. “Well, now that we’ve established your utter powerlessness in my classroom, regardless of your parents or reputations or genitals, let’s continue our lesson…”

Suddenly the phone rang, and Morgana sighed in annoyance. Stalking over to the offending instrument, she picked up the receiver with restrained violence. “This had better be good…”

James Berg’s voice sounded amused over the line. “Sorry to disappoint you, but this definitely isn’t good news…”

At that moment, James’s sister was bent over the arm of a sofa in the teachers’ lounge, whimpering as the school’s sports coach unzipped his pants behind her. “Please, Master Grubb, Mistress Morgana said that I wasn’t to be used! She’ll be very angry!”

She heard him snort, and then she shuddered with revulsion and apprehension as a slimy glob of spit hit her outthrust rear end and ran down the crack of her ass. A thick finger tried to push some of that mucus into her virgin asshole, and she started to squirm around to get away from it while the man just laughed at her antics. “Oh, you won’t be getting out of this that easy. And I ain’t worried about that Morgana bitch either. As a Citizen, she’ll have to get a jury to do something about it, and they ain’t gonna take the word of some scummy slave girl over mine. That is, if you don’t bleed out after I tear that cute little ass of yours all to Hades. Now, get ready for the ride of your life, slut!”

Karen felt him running his thick member along her ass crack, and she tried to twist away from him. All that earned her was a vicious punch to the back of her head that left her dazed and compliant as his large hands grasped her tiny waist, holding her steady in preparation for his first thrust.

Before that could happen, however, a voice yelled out from the direction of the lounge’s door. “What the fuck? If you want to keep that dick, you’d better get off of that slave, right now, asshole!”

Karen tried to lift her head, to see who her rescuer was, but that just earned her another cuff to her head as her assailant bellowed in a rage. “Get back down, bitch! And you, you can just fuck off man, this is my fucking lounge, and I’ll use any toy that’s in it as I want.”

Fighting against the spinning of her head, Karen tried to brace herself for the inevitable violation of her ass, but it never came. Instead, she felt the coach being jerked away from her, and a few seconds later she heard the characteristic heavy thud of a body slamming into a wall. Shaking her head to clear it, Karen was finally able to look behind her.

Ten feet away, the coach was lying crumpled next to the wall, his eyes closed and an ugly bruise was already starting to form near one of his temples. Shocked at this turn of events, Karen couldn’t take her eyes off of the ugly man’s unconscious form until someone stepped into her line of sight. Raising her eyes, she took in the face of her rescuer and gasped. “Allen!”

Allen Knight, best friend of her big brother and source of many a wet dream for her, was smiling gently as he gently took her in his arms and moved her over to the middle of the sofa. His intense, forest green eyes looked down at her with sincere concern. “Hey girl, don’t worry about that jerk, he won’t hurt you anymore.”

Unable to cope with the events of the day any longer, Karen hid her face against the side of his neck and started to sob. He didn’t say anything, he just held her and murmured reassuringly in her ear. It took a good long while, but finally she calmed down, and just lay there in his embrace, enjoying the fantasy that they were lovers, destined to be together forever. Eventually, however, she remembered that her new owner would be coming for her sooner or later, and she raised her head, intent on making the most of her time with the man that had owned her heart for seemingly forever. “Allen? Not that I’m looking a gift pony-girl in the mouth…but, what are you doing here? Are you a teacher now?”

Allen just chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “No, I’m afraid I don’t have the patience for that profession. I came here to see you.”

Karen pressed a hand to her chest, an unconscious gesture that nevertheless drew both of their attentions to her nudity. “Me? You came here for me?”

Allen gently petted the side of her head. “Of course, silly. I came as soon as I found out where you were. I just wish that I had gotten here earlier.”

Karen shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, I’m going to have to get used to this kind of thing anyway. I just hope that you won’t get in trouble for this; after all, he’s a Citizen too.”

He shook his head, a look of wonder in his eyes. “You’ve been Hunted, enslaved, knocked around and almost raped, with no idea what might happen to you, and you’re worried that I might have a little legal problem? You amaze me girl, but don’t worry, this isn’t going to be any trouble at all. He needs witnesses to make a summons, and believe me, he isn’t going to find any. Nobody here is going to say anything against me. Now, how’s your head? He hit you kind of hard, you know.”

Karen shook her head and lowered her gaze, hoping to hide the blush that she could feel forming on her cheeks. He was genuinely concerned for her, something that she had always hoped for. Suddenly, she couldn’t hide her feelings any longer. “Allen…I…I like you a lot, you know?”

He hugged her a little tighter, making her very aware of his body against hers. “I like you too, Karen. I always have.”

Karen looked up again, holding his gaze. “No, you don’t get it. I…I want to be with you, to be yours. Your girl, and yours alone. I always have…only…now it’s too late. I fucked up, and we can never be, but I wanted you to know, before…whatever happens to me.”

He bent his head closer, and she froze. “Sweety, if you can trust me, and hold onto those feelings, we will be. Maybe not today, but someday. In the meantime…”

The next thing Karen knew, she was being kissed, and it wasn’t just any kiss. No, this was a kiss that transmitted a passion and need that swept everything else away. Her worries and fears whirled away as the kiss deepened and seemed to go on and on forever…[/size]

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[i:1zd2teef][size=12pt]I don’t want to be a hero I don’t want to be a wierdo Don’t want to be misunderstood I just try to be good Why does everybody want a bad reputation? You’re so bad, you’ll be a big sensation[/size][/i:1zd2teef][/center]

[center][b:1zd2teef][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 11:09 AM[/size][/b:1zd2teef][/center]

[size=12pt]“So, do you, like, recognize this one?”

Scarlet Collins looked up at her incredibly blonde friend Kelly Dee and wondered silently why she let her friends talk her into being lab partners with them. It wasn’t that she disliked them, not at all, but for all their good looks and nice enough personalities, they could be a bit…vacuous. “K.D., the girl has no head. How in Hades am I supposed to know?” Rant done with, Scarlet went back to carefully slicing open the abdomen of the decapitated carcass before her.

Just as she reached the end of her cut, another one of her friends, Kate Green, leaned in carefully. “Oh, wait a minute…this has to be Shannon Grubb, the Coach’s niece. I heard he sent her to the block this morning. Not sure why, but it sure did put him in a piss-poor mood. See, it has to be her; she’s the only girl I know that has her pussy lips totally trimmed off like that. Too bad, it was kinda neat going down on that…”

Other than Scarlet herself, Kate was the group’s only surviving adventurous girl, the other ones having long since been lost to conversions of one sort or another. Really, she wasn’t that bad, having enough self-control and ‘street-smarts’ to keep herself out of most potentially lethal situations, but she did have a tendency to try to seduce anything on two legs, which was dangerous enough in and of itself.

Scarlet looked more closely at the carcass’s genitals, and saw that they were indeed missing both the inner and outer labia, as well as the clitoral hood. The clit was about the only external element of the sex that was intact. “Huh, weird. Did her parents have it done, or was this another one of the coach’s sick ideas?”

The last member of their group, Ivana Fokine, responded in her small, shy, lightly accented voice. “She did it. Well, I mean, my Nana, um, my Dad did it, but she asked him to after I told her about the cums you get if done right.” The sweet girl turned red as the others gave her speculative looks. She was the only one that didn’t participate in sex games during sleepovers, so there was no way for them to know whether she had the same procedure done on her or not.

Scarlet wasn’t about to pry, but she could see Kelly opening her stupid mouth to ask. Fortunately for Ivana, the blond cheerleader was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. Scarlet hadn’t seen anyone approaching, but as her friend turned around with a puzzled look on her pretty face, she was surprised to see a scared looking slave-girl standing there holding a box from the kitchens.

The slave-girl swallowed a few times, and looked ready to cry. “Are…are you Kelly Dee? Sister of Teena Dee?”

As Kelly nodded in the affirmative, she didn’t seem to have a clue as to what was going on, but Scarlet had a feeling about that box, and it wasn’t a good one. She put a supportive arm around her friend and faced the slave. “This is Kelly. What’s this all about?”

The slave gulped again, and then dropped to her knees, holding out the box. “I-I’m supposed to deliver this to you. It’s, um, your sister’s head.”

Kelly was still smiling, but it was obviously just out of reflex. “W-what? There must be some mistake. Teena is in Mistress Morgana’s class right now. Go ask, you’ll see!”

Taking pity on the shocked girl, Kate snatched the box from the cowering slave and opened it. “Oh, shit! It’s Teena!” She turned on the slave, fury in her eyes, even as Scarlet helped the suddenly pale but still vaguely smiling Kelly into a chair. “What the hell is this? What happened?”

The slave burst into tears. “I-it’s all my fault! She-she got sent t-to the kitchens, but to make a delivery, and…and I f-fucked up! And now she’s meat, and the chef…he…he’s giving me to your family as compensation.”

During the slave’s halting speech, Kelly had taken the box and looked inside. Her expression had yet to change, but she was now gently cradling her sister’s head in her arms as she used her fingers to comb out its long blond hair. Suddenly Kelly looked up at Scarlet with bright eyes and turned the head so that she could see its puzzled eyes and gently smiling lips. “Looky! She’s smiling! She must have enjoyed it!”

Scarlet doubted that very much. From Teena’s final expression, she figured the girl was just too damn stupid to know that she was supposed to be scared. She wasn’t about to disillusion her friend about it though. “Yeah, sure honey. And at least your mom can preserve that for the mantle or whatever.”

Kate was barely paying any attention to this interplay, focused instead on the still cowering slave. She was circling the cringing girl with a predatory smile on her face. “Oh, boy! This is going to be good. Say, K.D., you mind if we tag along when you bring this slave home? I’d just love to see your mom in action!”

Scarlet might have protested Kate speaking for all of them, but she was just as keen on seeing Mistress Dee at play. Kelly and Teena were the spitting images of their mother, having been altered as fertilized eggs to carry as much of her genetic code as possible, but the Head of the Dee Household was even sexier, as she had the advantage of experience and a sharp mind that apparently hadn’t been passed on to her two eldest children.

Kelly’s eyes widened. “Oh, crud! I’ve gotta go call my mom! She’ll want to know about this immediately. I’ll ask if you guys can come over.” She turned to the slave. “You! Like, come with me! You have to tell my mom what happened and stuff.”

The slave-girl didn’t look too happy with that idea as she followed behind Kelly, who was still cradling Teena’s head even as she asked their teacher, Master Stephens, for permission to use her cell-phone out in the hallway.

Scarlet watched her friend leave the room and shook her head before turning her attention back to exposing the internal organs of the late Miss Grubb. “Gods, what a day…I wonder what else is going to go wrong?”

The same exact thought was going through Mistress Morgana’s head at that exact moment. She had finished talking to James Berg, the school’s head cook, and the school nurse, getting up to date on the fates of her students, and then she had looked up to see that it was almost time for lunch recess. Sighing, she gave up on the idea of questioning her students about the events of the day. “Alright, class. We’re going to have to wait on the rest of the Hunting material. We’ll cover it tomorrow, which means that all of you had better be prepared! Otherwise, heads are going to roll. And I do mean that literally. Now, go ahead and hit the cafeteria.”

As the students filed out of the classroom, all whispering excitedly to each other, Morgana caught the attentions of Tiffany Fields and Crissy Tanner. The two girls approached her nervously, and Morgana enjoyed their fear as she waited for the room to clear. Finally, they were alone. “Girls, I know I said for you to stay after school, but I’m going to be in a meeting, so I’m going to do this now.”

The wide-eyed girls nodded and murmured ‘yes Mistress’, the fear in their eyes now acute.

Morgana smiled and came around her desk to stand before them. “Do you know why you are here?” She didn’t give them a chance to answer. “You are here because you are my best students, and you gave very competent answers to my question.”

Now the girls looked totally mystified. Crissy actually squeaked out a little “Mistress?”.

Morgana started to run her long, blood red nails through their hair. “I know, that doesn’t seem to make sense, but the thing is, I wasn’t kidding when I said you are all useless cunts, and I need a demonstration that’ll really get that through to all of you. Now, what better way, than to use the two of you as an example?”

Morgana could feel the girls trembling now, and she wished that she could take the time to try and make them piss themselves, but she needed to move things along. “Now, Tiffany, as you are a cheerleader, I can’t snuff you or mark that lovely body of yours in any way, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to humiliate you instead. You are to report to the gym and tell Master Grubb that his teams are to gangbang you on film for the rest of the day. I know, it’s not the most imaginative thing I’ve come up with, but at least the highlights will make for a good show in class tomorrow.”

Morgana didn’t bother to watch for Tiffany’s reaction, instead settling her gaze on Crissy. The girl was a delight, in so many ways, and was totally undeserving of what Morgana had in mind. That of course made it all the more delicious for her. “Miss Tanner, I’m afraid that this means that you are going to be the real demonstration. Please remove your clothing and stand on that stool so that I can hang you. And please hurry up about it, I want you good and dead by the time your classmates return.”

Crissy burst into tears, but otherwise didn’t object, the obedient good girl as always. Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse, but she managed to strip it and her skirt off fairly swiftly. She stood before her teacher and rival for a moment wearing only her sensible bra, panties and shoes, her face red with embarrassment, and then she finally got the courage to remove her remaining garments.

Morgana was taking in the girl’s smooth, slender body as she reluctantly walked towards the stool next to the teacher’s large desk. She really wished that she had the time to play with the innocent student, and a glance at Tiffany’s flushed face told her that she wasn’t the only one. That was all right though, because she could tell that Crissy was going to look spectacular as she fought the noose.

Crissy was just about to climb up onto the stool, and Morgana was heading towards her, when Tiffany suddenly squeaked out, “Wait!”

Startled, Crissy fell off of the stool and crashed to the floor, while Morgana slowly turned to her student with a brow raised. “Yes, Miss Fields?”

Tiffany looked surprised at herself, but she responded nevertheless. “Mistress, now that Katie has been converted, I’m the cheerleading captain. As such, I get to pick Katie’s replacement.”

Morgana saw where this was going, and was more surprised than displeased. It was always interesting to see the politics of the student body get turned on their heads. “And I take it that you’ve decided to appoint Miss Tanner here? May I ask why? After all, she is rather shy for a cheerleader, don’t you think?”

Tiffany considered carefully for a moment, obviously trying to figure out her uncharacteristically spontaneous decision. “Well, first off, we can take care of the shyness. Second, she’s drop dead gorgeous, you must agree.”

Morgana smiled. “Yes, that’s why I’m really looking forward to seeing her air dance. You’ll have to do better than that.”

Tiffany walked over to help a stunned Crissy back to her feet. “Look, Mistress. I’m sure that you’re aware of the rivalry between our groups. Well, look what happened today because of that. It’s not a big deal for us to wind up converted, but it seems this animosity is skewing our rate of attrition. I’m hoping to alleviate that, I think.”

“You think? Uh huh. Well, I suppose that I can’t fault you for taking an action that may reduce potential disruptions to the classroom, so I’m going to make this offer. I’ll let Crissy go down to the gym to share in your task, but if she doesn’t cut it as a cheerleader, or if the two of you are anything but the best of friends from now on, I’ll make sure you both wind up as the half time entertainment at some football game. Am I understood?”

Morgana waited for the girls to nod enthusiastically, and then she pointed at the door. “Good, now grab those clothes and run to the gym. Miss Tanner, don’t bother dressing, you’ll just have to strip when you get there. And Miss Fields…please make sure to match your companion’s condition well before you reach your destination. I give you permission to drop your things off in the gym’s locker room before you report to the coach. Take a shower too, if you want. Just make sure that you are ready to get fucked by the time lunch is over, and don’t you dare clean up after that. I want your parents to see their daughters as dirty cum-sluts when you get home. Now, sod off!”

As the girls bolted from the room, Morgana smiled to herself. This was an interesting turn of events, and she was hoping that she would be able to capitalize on it later. In the meantime, she now had enough time to go check on her Kitten.

Hannah floated slowly out of her dreams and into a confused waking state. Her head hurt, and her neck felt funny. She carefully opened her eyes, and was greeted by the sight of one of the most impressive examples of cleavage that she had ever seen. Dragging her eyes reluctantly from the mouth watering vision before her, she read the name tag that was pinned to the skimpy uniform that barely contained the impressive expanse of tit-flesh that kept drawing Hannah’s attention.

Nurse Suezy, the tag said. Hannah didn’t understand why she needed a nurse, but she was grateful that this meant that she wasn’t in any immediate danger, and she would have time to try to remember what had happened before this. For the moment, her memory was a fog, so she just relaxed and allowed herself to be cared for.

Feeling gentle hands applying a blood-pressure cuff to her arm, Hannah looked up to see who her caretaker was. She was still dizzy and disoriented, but that only seemed to make her even more enchanted by the deep, kind dark eyes of the smiling nurse. She tried to speak, her voice coming out a croak as her mouth and throat felt bone dry. “W-where? What happened?”

The nurse patted her on the hand and brought a paper cup of water to her parched lips. “Here, drink this. Slowly! There, that’s better isn’t it? Now take your time, tell me what’s the last thing you remember?”

Hannah furrowed her brow in concentration, fighting the sludginess of her muddled mind. “Mmm, well, there was this girl, blonde, really, really blonde. She was helping me with a cart…Oh! Yeah, that’s right, we went to the kitchen…oh, gods…they chopped that girl up into pieces…and then…I was upside down…they were going to kill me! But there was this guy. This really hot guy. He saved me, but I was cut, I think.” Hannah tried to pull more from her head, but all she gained was a sharp pain in her forehead. Swearing under her breath, she went to put a hand to her head, but then she stopped, noticing that there were tubes stuck in her arm. She looked up to the nurse in confusion. “What the…those aren’t IVs…”

The nurse gently pushed her back down. “You lost a lot of blood sweety. Honestly, since you’re a girl, I normally would have just sent you back to the kitchens, but your hero has a certain amount of pull, so we pretty much drained a girl that was here for some tampons.” The nurse gestured to the bed next to Hannah’s, which held a very pale girl who was disturbingly still. The nurse’s dark eyes were dancing with repressed humor. “I don’t think she realized just how much of a bleeding problem she was really going to have today.”

Hannah brought the arm that wasn’t attached to tubes up to her mouth in horror. “Oh gods! She’s not dead is she? Please tell me she didn’t die for me!”

The nurse smoothed Hannah’s hair reassuringly. “No, no…she’s not dead. I put her in a coma until the ambulance comes for her.” She leaned down and whispered conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone this, but I’m not too comfortable with extracting organs myself, so I leave it to the doctors.”

Hannah was horrified. Sure, that other girl wasn’t dead, but she might as well be, and all because her period had started. Hannah really, really wanted to get away from this school now. She groaned in emotional distress.

The nurse stood and patted Hannah’s hand again. “I know just what’ll make you feel better. Nothing like a visit from a hot stud to make all of your worries disappear.” She turned towards a door that Hannah presumed led into the waiting area. “Master Jennings, she’s awake now!”

As the big young man entered with a relieved smile, the nurse went to slip by him. Taking advantage of their proximity, he grabbed her by the waist. “Thanks Suezy, you’re a life saver. Literally, heh.”

The nurse rolled her eyes and spun out of his grasp. “Now, now, Master Jennings, you know your dad makes me wear that name tag to pick on me! It’s Sue, or Susan! Now get in there and see to that sweet thing. I’ll be waiting for the ambulance to get here, and Cody over there is pretty well dead to the world, so you’ll have all the privacy you need. Just don’t mess up those transfusion tubes, I might need to top Hannah off before I send her home.”

“Sure Suezy, whatever you say. Now scoot!” The young man sent the laughing nurse off with a pat on her well-formed ass, and then he strode over to Hannah with a warm smile that melted Hannah’s heart.

Sitting on the side of her bed, he took her hand in one of his big ones and used the other to stroke her hair. “Hey there, sleeping beauty. How was your nap? You had us pretty worried for a while there.”

Hannah felt herself blushing a little, though not as much as she normally would have. The nurse was probably right about needing to ‘top her up’. “Um, thank you for saving me, Master…Jennings?” She furrowed her brow, puzzled as she realized that this handsome young man had the same name as the Principal that made her so nervous.

His smile became a cocky grin. “Oh, don’t call me that, please. I’d rather you didn’t associate me with my father, you being his student and all. Just call me Kevin. And you’d better get used to calling me that, because you owe me a date.”

Hannah’s heart started to pound. “Wow, you’re really asking me out? I mean…um, I’ll have to ask my dad…I’m not a citizen yet…” She trailed off, afraid that she was making herself sound like an idiot.

Kevin didn’t seem to be put off, as he bent down and used the hand in her hair to hold her head steady for a long, gentle kiss. Hannah felt like electricity was shooting from her lips to her nipples and cunt. Without even realizing it, she reached up with her unencumbered hand and started to run her fingers through his hair. The kiss deepened, and Kevin shifted his body over until one of his legs was between hers. Hannah was acutely aware of her nudity beneath her bed sheet, and she couldn’t help pressing her overheated sex against his thigh. A moan of purest desire escaped from her lips, a moan that turned into a groan of disappointment as Kevin pulled away from her.

Hannah looked up into those eyes that matched her own, trying to read them. “Wha-what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I’ve never, you know, done anything like this…I can learn though!”

Kevin chuckled as he rolled off the bed and stood. He took her hand in both of his and brought it to his lips. “No, you did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite really, and that’s the problem.”

Hannah couldn’t hide the confusion that was roiling in her. “Huh? What?”

He stepped away from her, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself. “Look, Hannah…I was just supposed to save you from the kitchens, but something about you…well, normally in these circumstances, I’d have just given the girl a good workout and then I’d never have thought about her again. But you, with you I want more. Maybe. I really don’t know; I’ve only just met you. So why don’t you get home, talk to your dad, and we’ll set up a date.”

Kevin looked so vulnerable to her in that moment, and she had to resist the urge to go to him. Instead, she gave him a weak smile. “Oh. Okay. I’ll see you later then…Kevin.”

He started to step out of the room, and then he stopped for a moment, speaking in a mock serious tone. “Hey, Hannah. Just so you know, the next time I tell you to stay awake, I expect to be obeyed!”

Hannah laughed for the first time that day. It felt good. “Yes, Master!”

Principal Charles Jennings turned off the monitor that was showing him the CCTV footage from the nurse’s office. He tapped a finger thoughtfully on his desk and spoke softly to himself. “Well, now. Isn’t this an interesting development?”

Crystal, his secretary, looked up from his lap, pausing in her cock cleaning duties. “Sir?”

Jennings abruptly stood, knocking her out of the way. “Crystal, get Master Benson on the phone. If you have any problems, say that I have important news about his daughter. After that, call my son and tell him to get his ass in here.”

As the shapely young woman scurried out, Jennings watched her wiggling ass out of habit, lost in thought. “I wonder how I can use this to my advantage?”

Brandy didn’t go to lunch with her classmates. She had absolutely no appetite. Besides, all of her friends were elsewhere. Karen had been converted and taken away somewhere by Mistress Morgana, Crissy held after by the teacher as well, Allison had waltzed off with that Hunter’s assistant, probably never to be seen again, the twins were, well, off somewhere being the twins, and Brandy’s best friend, Jennifer…

Crouched on the floor of a stall in one of the bathrooms, Brandy Collins balled her eyes out as she felt her whole world crashing down around her. She was sobbing so loudly that she didn’t even notice that she wasn’t alone until the door to her stall swung open. Apparently she had forgotten to lock it in the course of her emotional collapse.

Looking up, she saw her cousin Erin, who was staring at her in shock. “Gods, Brandy! You’re in worse shape than I thought.” A moment later, Brandy was clutching the smaller girl, desperate for companionship of any kind.

It took her a while to calm down, but finally she pulled back and smiled apologetically at Erin. “Sorry you had to see that…”

Erin smiled back. The two of them had been friends in the Crèche, but had grown apart in the last year. Nevertheless, they still genuinely liked each other. “Hey, no problem. You’d do the same for me. Now come on, I have something to show you, something that might make you feel better.”

Brandy knew that Karen would have told her not to trust Erin, that this could be some sort of trap, but Karen wasn’t there, and Brandy didn’t want to be alone anymore. Taking her cousin’s hand, she followed her out of the bathroom with total trust…

“Hey, I didn’t know that you got the premium channels in here!” Ellen Collins looked suspiciously at her eldest daughters, while their younger sisters Agnes and Andrea covered their mouths and giggled.

For their parts, Margo just shrugged and went back to penning her latest short story, while Mona blushed until her face was almost as red as her hair. “Um, well, we didn’t, not until I hacked the receiver. Don’t worry, it isn’t going to cost dad anything, they’ll never be able to detect it!”

Ellen tried not to smirk. Mona had recently developed a spectacular talent with computers, and she had no doubt that the girl’s confidence was justified. Nevertheless, she had her responsibilities as a parent. “Mona Collins! Your father restricted the channels coming into the Crèche for a reason! Those premium channels show stuff at night that girls your age don’t need to see…” Ellen’s eyes widened with understanding as she saw all four girls cringe. “Ah, I see. Well, I guess we can’t put that genie back in the bottle, but we sure can talk punishment. You all should know better. Starting tomorrow, you’re all going to report to Corinne and ask her what extra help she might need.” Corinne was the second youngest Collins wife. Having given birth recently, and also being quite shy around most adults, Corinne had the primary duties within the Crèche. The kids loved her, but Ellen found the quiet, socially retiring woman mystifying.

The girls were just starting to grumble at Ellen’s decree when Patricia and the three P’s walked in bearing trays filled with food and beverages. The tall black woman gave everyone a big grin. “Hey everybody, cheer up! It’s lunch time, and we made fresh cheesecake for dessert!”

As the girls gathered together around the food and talked about music and fashion, Ellen spoke to Patricia in a low voice. “How are things out in the main house?”

Patricia’s grin vanished. “Well, Master wants you to know that you had some of the best tits he’s ever eaten. I like to think that the cook deserves some credit for that.”

Ellen grinned and patted her best friend on the back. “Don’t feel bad, Patty. Like I told you, I’ve been fantasizing about this since I first learned there was such a thing as debreasting, and it was just as good as I thought it would be. And I’m sure that you did a great job with them. Now, how’s Emily?”

Patricia shook her head, looking worried. “She’s been avoiding me. She’s in super-cleaning mode, and won’t talk to anyone, but I can tell that she blames herself.”

Ellen sighed. “Yeah, she would. That girl is too sweet for her own good. I’m sure that if Master hadn’t snapped her up, she would have wound up on a spit by now.” She paused thoughtfully. “Hmmm, I don’t think she’ll open up to us, not about this. Why don’t you give Scarlet the lowdown when she gets home? Those two are like peas in a pod; I’m sure things will be fine after they hash it out. Especially since Scarlet will most definitely understand why I did this.”

Patty frowned. “Well, that’s all true, but Master seems to still be worked up over Scarlet…and he put one of the breeding benches right there in the kitchen. I’m not sure that she’ll get a chance to talk to anyone, if you know what I mean.”

Ellen chewed on her lower lip in thought. “Well, if that bench is meant for her, she’ll be on it all night. You’ll just have to arrange things in between breedings. I mean, Master is pretty virile, but he’s not superman, no matter how often we tell him that he is!”

The two friends laughed, feeling some of the day’s stress falling away from them. Patricia was about to say something else, when the household’s intercom beeped her code. Walking over to a unit in the hall, Patricia had an extended conversation and then returned. “Shit. I have to go with Master to pick up a new Bull. Some dumb ass jock from the school tried to assault a teacher. Like we really need the hassle of breaking one of those ones in. I just hope Master isn’t planning on using Scarlet for that purpose…”

Ellen frowned. “Yeah, that would mean she was getting converted into a cow. That’s the last thing that Emily and Brandy need right now. Cross your fingers that Master’s just looking to find a replacement for me that won’t cost him any money.”

Patricia made her way to the door, and then turned to her friend with a grin. “Well, either way, that girl sure does need to get laid. Hell, if Master doesn’t take care of it tonight, I’m tempted to sneak you into her room so we can tag team the little slut with our favorite strap-ons.”

Ellen laughed at that, and then she turned her attention to her children, intent on enjoying every last minute that she could with them.[/size]

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[color=blue:21q6a9cu][size=12pt]Ay-Wun & Ellen’s Preserved Girls Emporium mentioned with permission from the DGF’s beloved Ay-Wun.

Spitman’s Kate machine makes a cameo appearance in this installment, with a full-blown appearance next time. It appears with permission. You can see his masterful creation of this machine and its setting in the Armati series - go here: http://forum.dolcettgirls.com/index.php … 148.0.html for the third installment - the intro has the links to the rest of the series. Read them. Enjoy them. And then comment, please!

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Episode Three “Switch”

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[center][i:21q6a9cu][size=12pt] Different lives In different places Familiar problems Same old faces

Shuffle lives Into wrong categories Cross the wires And fuse humanities[/size][/i:21q6a9cu][/center]

[center][b:21q6a9cu][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 11:41 AM[/size][/b:21q6a9cu][/center]

[size=12pt]“Oh, my, he’s going to make a great bull!” Patricia Collins couldn’t stop herself from walking around the restrained, red-faced, futily struggling jock before her, admiring his well-maintained physique and the not at all unimpressive package between his legs. She knew from experience that the size of his muscles and his reproductive organs would be greatly enhanced by the Bull Treatment. In addition, once Treated, he was going to be producing pheromones when aroused, pheromones designed to put all nearby girls into heat, thus rendering them fertile and ready to receive his massive loads of extremely potent sperm. Those benefits would be balanced out by a more docile, suggestible nature (except when aroused) and a permanent inability to produce male offspring. All in all, she couldn’t wait to see him in action…from a safe distance, of course.

Randy Collins, her husband and Master, was barely paying attention to either of them, as he was busy rummaging around in the back of his electric truck. Suddenly he popped out with a large syringe in his hand and an evil grin on his face. “Hold the stud steady now, I’m gonna give him his first dose now.”

Patricia raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Here? Now? But, he’ll be tossing tons of pheromone into the air before we can seal him up in the truck! Half the girls in the school will go into heat!”

Randy chuckled at that. “No, not nearly that many – but enough to make the Coach happy. He’s got a thing for preggers, and I owe him a favor. Plus I want you good and ready to get seeded by the time we get home. Now, sit on that cock so he’s nice and distracted.”

Patricia sighed at her Master’s love of inappropriate pranks, but didn’t hesitate to hike up her skirt and lay herself on top of the jock. His struggles finally stilled as she pressed her tits against his chest and slid his cock into her hot, wet cunt. As always happened, the boy was all too inclined to forget about his problems long enough to get his rocks off, which was the main reason for this procedure. The other was to ensure that he was aroused when the Treatment took hold.

The jock was thrusting up into her as best he could, and she just enjoyed the ride for a few moments before bringing the next step into play. Reaching back, she took his balls into a tight grip that forced him to cease all movement. This move also put them in the perfect position for his shot, which Randy promptly administered.

Patricia waited for the telltale jerk that signaled the withdrawal of the needle, and then she hurriedly rolled off of him. Seconds later, he started to shudder and spasm, his system reacting to the swift changes being wrought on it by forcing him into a series of orgasms. She knew that for the next half an hour, he would be producing amazing quantities of semen & sperm, as well as powerful bursts of pheromones.

She looked over at her Master to see that he was chuckling. “Girl, this should be a real hoot. See that vent over there? That there leads to the cafeteria, gym, basements…Hades, I think it even hits the teacher’s lounges along the way. This is gonna be good…”

Patricia frowned, worried for her stepdaughters and her little sister, who was the swimming instructor and cheerleading coach. Hopefully they were all well away from the affected areas.

Shrugging to herself, she decided that there was nothing that she could do about it, and put the girls out of her mind while she helped to load the oblivious new Bull into the sealed back of her Master’s truck.

“Gods! That was a close one! I can’t believe that janitor didn’t catch us!” As she skidded to a halt at the door to the girl’s locker room, Tiffany Fields was alternating between uncharacteristic giggles and attempts to get her breath back. She was winded from the mad dash that she and her new companion, Crissy Tanner, had made from Mistress Morgana’s classroom. Normally running in the halls would have been the last thing either well-behaved girl would have done, but then again, neither of them was accustomed to going about stark naked in public.

Tiffany’s giggles died out as Crissy slid into her, reminding her quite forcefully of their mutual lack of attire. She reached out to steady her classmate, and then gasped as she felt her hand come into contact with the girl’s full, perfectly rounded breasts, instead of her arm as she had intended. Crissy stared at her wordlessly, her eyes wide as she let out an involuntary whimper, but otherwise made no move to take the hand off of her breast.

For her own part, Tiffany was trying to will herself to move that hand, but somehow she found herself gently manipulating it instead, her own nipples hardening with arousal as she felt her other hand going up to hold Crissy’s head steady. She leaned forward and parted her lips, and a moment later she was in the midst of a kiss like none she had ever engaged in before.

Despite her warmth and friendliness, despite the many sexual encounters that she had engaged in, Tiffany had always prided herself in maintaining an emotional distance from those that she interacted with. Ever since she had witnessed the abduction of her litter-sisters by outlaw veal-eaters, she had been acutely aware of the transient nature of a girl’s life, and how swiftly and unexpectedly a girl’s end could come. Her extremely well ordered intellect had from that point concluded that it was best for everyone if she did not make any attachments with those around her – she felt that it would only hurt them when she was inevitably converted.

All of that was apparently now for naught, as Tiffany found herself enveloped in a confusion of feelings for the girl whose life she had inexplicably saved. Any other time, she would have let the girl hang, and then enjoyed the beauty of her dance of death, but this time…

Giving up for the moment on trying to reason things out, Tiffany guided them into the locker room proper, depositing their bundled up clothing on a bench without thinking about it. All the while she continued to passionately kiss the moaning, squirming girl in her arms. Tiffany was gratified that the normally proper girl wasn’t struggling – in fact, she felt positively submissive as they blindly made their way into the showers.

The motion sensors on the showers activated the first cleaning stage, spraying the intertwined girls with hot, soapy water until their sleek bodies were gleaming and slick. Feeling Crissy’s slippery flesh rubbing against hers was the final straw, and Tiffany lost all control as she took them both to the floor. Looking down at her black haired companion, Tiffany pulled back for a moment, breathing hard. “We need to talk, but…I can’t stop myself. I have to have you. Right. Now.”

Crissy moaned and wriggled under her. “Yes, I’m yours…”

With a wicked grin, Tiffany brought one hand to the girl’s slick, virginal cunt, while the other made its way to her slender neck…

At that very moment, Tiffany & Crissy weren’t the only couple in the midst of an intense make-out session. Not too far away, in the Teachers’ Lounge, a couch was currently occupied by Allen Knight & Karen Berg. The wiry man was pressing the much smaller girl into the cushions and devouring her mouth with his own, seemingly trying to suck her soul out of her as she clutched him tightly to her with her arms and legs. The naked girl had her thighs spread open wantonly, a wordless invitation that, to her great frustration, he was not taking advantage of.

Karen was greatly enjoying the attentions of the man that she had always wanted, but she knew that her time with him was growing perilously short. Finally, she broke away from their lip-lock and threw any dignity she had left to the four winds. “Make love to me, I beg you! Take my cherry, while you still can!”

Karen was completely surprised, and more than a little hurt, when he groaned and sat up. “We can’t, girl, you know that! What we’ve been doing should be safe, but any further will go against your Mistress’s orders.”

Karen crossed her arms stubbornly. “I don’t care. For all I know she’s going to sell it off to the highest bidder, or use me in a show, or even just snuff me out tonight for shits and giggles. I want – no, I need you to be my first, and this…this is probably our only chance…” To her shame, she found that she couldn’t continue as she had started to cry.

Sighing, he reached down and drew her up against his side. “Sweety, there is nothing that I’d like more than to do just that…except to see you survive this, so that we can be together. I know Morgana, better than you would believe, and I’m telling you she’ll give us a chance – but not if you fuck up. She won’t hesitate to snuff you out if she thinks you don’t have what it takes, and disobeying her first order to you is a sure way to make that happen, especially since I’m sure that she has a very good reason to protect that purity of yours.”

“You should listen to him, he knows what he’s talking about.” Karen sat bolt upright as she heard her Mistress’s sultry voice, stark terror – and arousal? - making her heart race. “You should feel lucky that I like him so much, or I really would have snuffed you for this. As it is, I’m going to send him away now, so that he doesn’t have to watch your punishment.”

Karen felt the blood draining from her face as she contemplated what fiendish tortures her famously sadistic Mistress might have in store for her. She most definitely did not want her love to witness such a thing, and yet she knew that the sinking of her stomach was due to losing his presence, as he rose and then leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Allen lifted her chin until she was looking into his eyes, and he spoke in a whisper that was nevertheless firm with conviction. “Don’t worry, sweetness. You’re stronger than you think, and you’ll survive this. I’ll see you again, and someday I’ll have you all to myself.”

Despite her doubts and sorrows, Karen found that she was drawing strength from his words, so she nodded and gently pushed him away so that she could get down and crawl to her Mistress’s girl-leather clad feet. Then she knelt there, staring at the floor submissively so that she wouldn’t have to watch him leave.

The door shut, and she spent endless moments waiting for her doom to be pronounced. For some reason, the anticipation was making her wet. She couldn’t make sense of it, as she’d never been the type to get turned on by peril, so Karen just assumed that it was Morgana’s eternally sexy presence that was getting to her. She heard her Mistress making contemplative sighs, and then the woman finally let out a frustrated sigh. “Well, my dear, you appear to have left me with a problem. You see, I haven’t the time to properly punish you myself, as I must return to class, but it is imperative for your training that you experience the consequences of your failures as quickly as possible.”

Karen really didn’t know what to make of this, so she stayed as she was and made no sound. A moment later, her Mistress snapped her vinyl clad fingers and walked over to the coach, who was only now starting to come to. The big man groaned as he was prodded at by Morgana’s foot. Finally, he rolled into a sitting position and gingerly put a hand to his head. “Ugh, son of a bitch! When I get my hands on that boy –“

Morgana stopped his oncoming tirade right there by kneeling and firmly grasping his chin. “You’ll do nothing. Not unless you want your household to disappear overnight. You’re out of your league, old man, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll go down to the gym and take out your frustrations on the yummy pair of cheer-sluts I sent for you to punish.”

The Coach’s face grew red with anger, but Morgana’s last statement gave him pause. “Cheer-sluts, huh? Well, what are my limits?”

Morgana rolled her eyes. “The usual. You know the rules for the cheer-sluts by now. No snuffing or marks that will be seen at the next game. Feel free to use them as you see fit, but please do have them gang-banged as much as you can. And I suppose non-lethal breath-play wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. It’ll scare the little cunts and give you and your boys a nice ride. Just, please try not to have any accidents, you know how the school-board gets all nasty when a cheerleader snuffs it and they don’t get to watch.”

The coach grumbled and started to stand. Mistress Morgana made no move to help him up. “Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll let things slide this time, and I’ll put those cunts of yours through their paces. Just so’s you know, I ain’t gonna be watchin’ my boys fuckin’ all afternoon. Gotta focus on gettin’ em ready for the next game.”

Morgana shrugged. “So be it, but remember that your ‘boys’ aren’t citizens like you. If they violate the cheer-slut limits, they’ll be on bull duty, and you’ll lose them as players.” Her bright red lips curled into a satisfied smile. “As it is, your star wrestler already earned that fate for himself today.”

It was the coach’s turn to shrug as he slowly made his way to the door. “Yeah, well, them’s the breaks, ain’t they? Gotta have a few examples to keep the other dumb-asses in line.”

Morgana tugged on Karen’s leash and led her out the door right behind the coach. Soon enough the pair had outdistanced the staggering man, and Karen saw that they were headed toward the Principal’s office…

“Hey, look Brandy! It’s Karen! See, she’s still alive, and it doesn’t look like she’s had anything bad happen to her either.”

Brandy perked up at her cousin Erin’s words, and watched as her friend followed an intent looking Mistress Morgana around a corner. “Yeah, but they’re headed for the Principal’s office…” She longed to follow the pair, to see what was going to happen next, but Erin was tugging her along, heading for the nearest stairwell.

Erin tittered a little. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Jamie’s been punished by him a bunch of times, and she’s still with us. I’m sure that as smart as Karen is, she’ll come out of this just fine. Now, put her out of your mind for now and hurry up.”

Brandy sighed and did as she was told, practically flying down the stairs until they were in the sub-basement. “Um, Erin…what am I supposed to see down here? I’ve only ever seen the Janitors and maintenance people come down here…” She looked around curiously, but there really wasn’t much to see at this point.

Erin just gave her a little grin and led her down a dimly lit corridor. Soon enough they halted before a thick, sealed door and her cousin was pressing a button next to it. Brandy couldn’t hear anything through the door, so she was a bit startled when it suddenly opened.

A somewhat overweight, bespectacled young man, not much older than they were, leered at them and waved them in. As they passed, he gave Erin’s pert ass a squeeze. To Brandy’s surprise, Erin didn’t seem to be put out by this. Instead, the small girl turned to the much larger man and gave his cock a friendly squeeze. It was only at that moment that Brandy realized that he was stark naked under a large apron – an apron that was stained with blood and other unidentifiable fluids.

Erin was grinning up at the man, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Now, now Gussy, no freaking out my virginal cousin. Well, not now anyway. She’s a bit fragile today.” The guy seemed to be satisfied with holding one of Erin’s hands as she grabbed Brandy’s hand with her other one and led the both of them further into the room.

Brandy took a good look around for the first time and gasped. It was some sort of workroom, with tables, ceiling hooks and various sized tanks of liquid. Nothing unexpected there, if it weren’t for the numerous dead girls scattered in whole or in parts amongst them. “What in Hades is this place?!”

Erin gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry Big Red, it’s safe enough here. This is where the school does preservation work for trophy and love-doll girls.” She hugged the man’s arm with a proud look on her face. “This is my boyfriend Gussy, well, Gustav to his bosses and father. He works at Ay-Wun & Ellen’s Preserved Girls Emporium as an intern. The school contracts out with them, and Gussy here gets to handle it by himself most of the time. He’s very good.”

Brandy tried to hide her surprise at this news – she hadn’t heard even a whisper of this place, or that Erin had found herself a boy. She shook his hand on reflex, and was surprised by the strength of his grip. Taking a second look at him, she revised her opinion of his physique. Yes, his face was a bit chubby looking, and she was sure that he had a bit of a gut going, but his arms and legs were thick with hard muscle, not fat, and the half hard member that Erin had been grasping earlier was, well, just as impressive. Suddenly she found herself more than a little turned on by the guy - it seemed that her cousin had found a real winner in the most unusual of places.

After some mumbled greetings, Erin turned to Gussy. “Okay, big boy. Do you have our surprise ready for Brandy?”

He nodded and moved over to a counter, where he took a largish container into his arms. Overcome by curiosity, Brandy leaned in to see what was inside, and then gasped in shock as a familiar face loomed into view. “Jennifer!”

The head of Brandy’s best friend was floating in preservation fluid, a sweet, wistful smile on her lips, her doe-eyes half lidded with seeming passion. The head bumped around inside the container as it was placed back onto the counter.

Brandy tore her eyes away to look at her cousin, who was beaming at her. “What…how?”

Erin put an arm on Jennifer’s current home. “Our little mouse is going to be famous. Well, sort of. After a few days in the preservation fluid, she’s going into the display case outside Mistress Morgana’s room. You’ll be able to see her whenever you want, and she’ll be here long after we’re dead and eaten. I figured Miss M wouldn’t mind, so when Jennifer was taken down to the kitchens, I sent a message to Gussy, and here we are!”

Brandy felt tears on her cheeks as she pulled the pair into a grateful hug. “Oh, thank you! Bless you both!”

They stayed that way for a few moments, and then Brandy noticed Gussy’s impressively engorged cock poking her in the tummy. Somehow that didn’t seem like such a bad thing to her. She looked up at him with a certain amount of anticipation, as he cleared his throat and spoke to Erin with a mildly accented voice. “Um, speaking of gratitude…I think a deal was made, MIlaya Moyna.”

Brandy looked at Erin in curiosity as she cooed at him. “Oh, baby, you know I can’t resist you when you talk Russkiy at me.” She turned to Brandy, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Um, Red, I hope you don’t mind, but I kinda made a deal with Gussy here…head for a head…from both of us…”

Any other time, Brandy would have been running for the door. As it was, her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry as she nodded to her cousin, not trusting herself to speak. Partly she was nervous, even terrified, but even more so, she was turned on. Her legs were starting to shake, so it was somewhat of a relief for her to go down to her knees next to her grinning cousin. Gussy’s throbbing member was bobbing right in front of her face, and she couldn’t help staring – it was the first time she had allowed a man to get his tool anywhere near her, and her trepidation was starting to fade into a pleasurable curiosity.

Brandy’s increasingly aroused contemplation was interrupted as a pair of meaty hands cupped the girls behind their heads and gently guided them closer. Gods, what am I doing? Brandy thought as she leaned in and opened her mouth wide.

At that moment, Katie Lind’s mouth was opened wide for a cock as well, but not of her own accord, by any means. Indeed, she had no ability to close her mouth at all, due to the O-ring gag that was preventing her from biting down on the member that was currently invading not just her oral cavity, but her throat as well. Her lithe, hog-tied body jerked and spasmed as it instinctively tried to expel the invader that was cutting off its ability to breathe, but to no avail. Katie’s tear-filled eyes could only see a ball-sack covered in red hairs, but she was aware that one of her enemies was witnessing her degradation. She could hear that little slut Allison giggling as she brutally kneaded Katie’s impressive breasts.

“This is so cool, Master Berg! She’s going totally apeshit, but she still can’t do a thing to stop it!” Allison punctuated her statement by pinching Katie’s nipples – hard! To the disgraced cheer-slut’s mortification, she felt her buds hardening and her cunt juicing up in response. “Oh, look at this! She’s wet as a river down there! The bitch likes this…shit, Katie, I never knew you were a pain-slut!”

As the cock pulled back to let her breathe, Katie started to sob. She had been terrified that her Hunter might discover her secret, but to have her greatest rival’s brother and friend gloating & plotting over it was just too much. More than ever, she wished that they would just get it over with and snuff her out.

She changed her mind, yet again, as her breath was cut off and her will to live expressed itself in struggles that were obviously delightful to her tormentors. Katie’s writhing and jerking only increased as Allison’s small hands started to slap her breasts around. Between the asphyxia and her masochism, Katie found herself drifting from terror to arousal as the abuse to her body continued. Just as she was weakening, and her vision was starting to go gray, she felt a leather-clad hand slap her cunt, and she went off, spasming in the throes of an incredibly powerful orgasm.

Lost in pleasure and on the verge of passing out, she barely noticed when the cock in her throat withdrew completely, or when her bindings were released. She did notice when she was dragged to her feet, and she came to full awareness when she found herself face to face with the terrifying visage of her Hunter. She tried to beg for mercy, but the O-Ring was still in her mouth, limiting her to grunting, moaning and drooling.

Katie swore she could hear a smile in the synthesized voice of the Hunter as he spoke to her. “So, my little prey likes a little pain with her pleasure? We’ll just have to test that out…”

Katie found herself on the ground as she was tossed at Allison’s feet. She whimpered as she heard the Hunter addressing her rival. “You, girl, put this collar on this slut, and chain it to the cart. We’ll see how she does keeping up with the pony girls.”

Sure enough, moments later Katie found herself collared and chained to a pony cart, while a gloating Allison climbed in with the men. She smirked herself as the small girl’s face was immediately, ruthlessly pulled into the Hunter’s lap, her long, dirty blonde hair wrapped around his gloved fists. Over the clopping of the now trotting pony-girls and Allison’s gurgling and gagging, Katie could hear the Hunter chuckling in twisted amusement. “Let’s see if you do as well as my Prey with a good cock-strangling and tit-whipping, shall we?”

Pulled along behind the cart, the stumbling girl took refuge in the thought that she wasn’t the only dumb cunt being abused today.

“I could swear I didn’t name either of you ‘dumb cunt’ when I adopted you, but your little stunt makes me think otherwise. So tell me, is my memory faulty, or do you have a good explanation for why you went near those veal-eating sons of bitches?” Snuff Detective Jack Ridley looked up at his eldest daughters, who were standing in his dark, cluttered office in Pleasantville, looking very uncomfortable.

Penny Lane, normally confident and competent looking despite her plain-Jane looks, was currently staring at the threadbare carpets and shuffling her feet, obviously too mortified by his speech to respond. This didn’t surprise him, as his deep, gravelly voice and aging boxer’s body often intimidated even those who were used to him.

Next to her, Ruby Tuesday, looking spectacular as always, gave him a wan smile. “Um, well, we got a tip, a really good one, and we know how much you want to put those guys away, and how they’re keeping an eye out for you…so I talked Penny into confirming the tip while I distracted them.” Her big eyes were imploring him now. “It was all my fault, Sir! Please, don’t punish her for this, especially since she got what you needed!”

Jack ignored Penny’s exasperated, whispered protests against Ruby’s self-indictment, and considered again the materials on his desk. Kids. The cooked and eaten remains of kids, and pictures of the pit where they had been unceremoniously dumped. The sight sickened him, and firmed his resolve to stop this from happening again.

Jack sighed, and made his decision. “Alright then. Penny, you take this evidence and go straight to Rosy at the court lab. Talk to no one else, and keep this out of sight until you are abso-fuckin-lutely sure that the situation is secure. Stay with her until you have the results, then call me so’s I can meet you at the courthouse. We’ll take care of the summons and trial date right before close, so’s they don’t have any warning.”

In Penny’s eyes, Jack could see relief at her reprieve and excitement over working the case warring with worry for her adopted sister and best friend. Nevertheless, she was swift and precise as she collected the evidence and made her way out of the office.

As soon as the door was shut, Jack stood up and made his way around the desk. “Okay, girl, bend over and get that skirt out of the way for a good ass-whoopin’. Not that it’ll do much good – word at the school is you’ve been playing the pain-slut in your classes.”

The auburn-haired beauty didn’t bother to deny his claims, or protest at her punishment. Indeed, she was giving him a sultry look as she pulled up her skirt, bent over his desk, and gave her perfect ass a little wiggle. Jack wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties, or that her exposed sex was dripping with arousal. What did surprise him was that she was softly crying even as she squirmed with her growing need. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy…I-I shouldn’t h-have put Penny in danger…I’m a b-bad daughter! Bad, bad, bad! I-I’m just a useless tramp…I don’t deserve – OW!” Ruby was cut off as one of Jack’s beefy hands came down upon her prominently displayed ass. She didn’t have a chance to recover before the next blow fell, and then the next, and the next. Soon enough she was alternating between yelps and sobs, her expression torn between pain and lust.

Jack was pissed. He could deal with having a pain-slut for a daughter, but there was no way he was going to allow her to go back to the self-degradation instilled in her at the orphanage. He kept spanking her until his hand ached and the globes of her ass were black and blue, and then he stopped, struggling to control his breathing, his temper, and most of all, the raging hard-on in his pants. He couldn’t believe how turned on his daughter’s beaten ass and moans of pain and arousal were making him.

Ruby turned her tear-streaked face towards him and begged him with her eyes – for what, he wasn’t sure, but regardless, that was all it took for him to lose all control. He let out a feral growl, and in seconds he had freed his raging hard-on and driven it into her offered ass, dry. Ruby squealed in surprise and agony, but then immediately started to buck back at him. “Fuck meee! Fuck my ass, Daddy! Fuck it ‘til I bleeed!”

Overcome by lust and love for his adopted daughter, Jack pulled out of her ass and plunged into her spasming cunt even as he pulled her torso up by her tits, tearing her thin blouse open in order to get to them. She arched back, and turned her head to passionately kiss him, breathlessly moaning into his mouth as her thighs were repeatedly slammed up against his desk.

Ruby was in a constant state of orgasm, and the powerful spasms in her tight cunt were soon more than he could take. She must have somehow sensed the swelling of his cock within her, because she suddenly cried out. “Yes, cum in me, Daddy! I just started my heat, make some babies in me!” Her words shocked him, but at the same time ratcheted his lust past the breaking point, and all he could do was to hug her tightly to his chest and groan as he fulfilled her wishes…

“Hey Jamie, dare you to get on the Kate!”

Jamie Winston looked across the cheerleader’s lunch table at the Mercer twins and rolled her eyes. “Like, as if! Jennings is already pissed at me! He’ll, like, get all Ares on my ass if I risk conversion off the field like Katie did!” Suddenly she got a sly look in her eyes. “If you want a show, you should talk to Brandy’s sister. I hear Scarlet’s group is up for, like, anything, and they just came in.”

In unison, the pretty twins turned to regard the small group of girls standing near the entrance to the cafeteria. With hair that matched her name, Scarlet was easy to pick out. She was looking around, probably trying to find her sister, while blond Kelly Dee was holding a box next to her, looking happily confused as always. Behind them, waifish Ivana was watching her slutty BFF Kate as she tugged on the leash of a scared looking slave-girl.

The twins grinned and stood up, and then they surprised Jamie by coming around the table to gently but insistently pull her to her feet. “Good idea Jamie!” She wasn’t sure which twin spoke first, but it didn’t really matter, as they spoke in turns, making her feel dizzy. “Since you came up with it…” “You should come with…” “We’ll follow your lead, okay?”

Jamie was a little confused by how agreeable the twins were being, but she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to manipulate someone into a perilous situation. She knew that she shouldn’t, that she was risking the noose, but she just couldn’t help herself. She was addicted to vicariously enjoying the thrill of danger, especially when that danger turned lethal. She always had the most delicious of cums when that happened.

Before she knew it, she was standing hand in hand with the twins before Scarlet’s little group, who were all looking at her with a combination of curiosity and distrust. Drawing herself up, she smiled and started her routine. “Hiya, girls! Like, me and the twins, we kinda wanted to see the Kate in action, and then, you know, bam, there you were with a slave and all…so…”

Scarlet stopped Jamie’s rambling with a raised hand. “Sorry, cheer-slut. Kelly’s mom owns this slave, and there is no way I’m crossing that woman, so you’ll just have to shop around elsewhere.”

The twins were pouting, and looked ready to give up, but Jamie was looking forward to seeing that sexy machine doing its thing to give up now. She looked at each girl in turn until her eyes fell on Kate. Her eyes lit up as she remembered Kate’s reputation for trying anything if it involved an orgasm. “Well, then I, like, have a better idea. Kate, isn’t it about time you tried it out? I mean, it’s totally got your name all over it, and I’ve seen the cums the girls get from it, it’s totally wicked!”

Despite the protests of her friends, Kate was obviously taken with the idea. She was staring at the sleekly designed spitting machine and licking her lips unconsciously. Suddenly she turned to Jamie with a wicked grin. “Sounds like fun, but not if I’m the only one taking a risk. Tell you what, I’ll ride it for two minutes, and then I’ll get off – hey, you know what I mean! – but if it gets me, the twins get to march you right up to Jennings and they tell him exactly what happened here.”

Jamie could hear the twins gulping nervously to either side, and she felt like joining them. This was a bit more than she had bargained for – Jennings would hang her from the flagpole for sure if he found out about this! She was about to back down, when she saw the gloating smile on Scarlet’s face, and suddenly she threw all caution to the wind. “Fine, but if things go bad, you guys totally promise to chill with my Tiffany and Erin. In, like, a nice way.” She saw Scarlet’s frustrated look and decided that the risk of hanging was worth it – after all, as a cheer-slut, what were the odds that she wouldn’t do an air dance, sooner or later?

Before Scarlet could say anything, Kate was putting an arm on her shoulder, an imploring look in her eyes. “Come on, Scar, it’s not that much to ask…those are the two we don’t mind, remember? Please…let me do this, the whole thing with Teena and that slave has me so horny I could scream, and that baby over there is my ticket to ride.”

Scarlet was gritting her teeth now. “Yeah, a ride on a spit, most likely. Curses, Kate, why two minutes? That’s the cursed record, and only one girl has done it! With your libido, you won’t last twenty seconds!”

Kate just grinned at her and started to strip off, handing her skimpy clothes to a startled Ivana. “I’ll take that bet! I’ve always prided myself at being the mistress of all things sexual, and I fully intend to show this machine who’s boss. Now, stop whining and seal the deal so I can get my rocks off.”

Nurse Suezy was on her way to help Master Collins with his new Bull, when she suddenly felt a wave of languid heat pass through her body, centered in her spontaneously moistened, engorged genitals. Eyes wide with surprise and alarm, she swiftly turned about and ran to her office, intent on avoiding any contact with males if she could avoid it. In her race to find safety from her own libido, she never even thought to warn anyone of what was happening…[/size]

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[quote author=lens link=topic=1563.msg7117#msg7117 date=1324364210] Shadowkeeper: Good to see you back here and posting here again. As to the story, all good so far but somehow some-many-of the women have familiar names. Eager for more. Thanks and best wishes. lens [/quote]

[color=blue:2jj8qars][size=12pt]LOL, well, it is a soap-opera, so I felt that blatantly taking the names from some of the ladies who inspired the characters was in keeping with the genre. That covers Teena, Kelly, Kate, Ivana & Morgana. Penny Lane & Ruby Tuesday of course are from kick-ass, classic tunes, because that’s how Jack picks new names for the girls that he rescues from the State Orphanage Creches - watch out for more of that as Jack’s home life is explored later. As for the rest, those names were either taken from RL girls that I know or knew, or were just picked to fit the personality of the character. 8)[/size][/color:2jj8qars]

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[color=blue:cjyb4r9u][size=12pt]Spitman’s Kate Machine & EZ-Glide lube appear with their creator’s permission. I’d like to give thanks to him for his insightful input & critiques, which greatly improved this installment.

I’d also like to thank Bedeyes for assisting me with a difficult choice in Brandy & Erin’s scene, and for her continuous brainstorming about Mona & Margo - keep an eye on those two, they’re going to be in the middle of some pretty cool stuff. 8)

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[center][b:cjyb4r9u][u:cjyb4r9u][size=12pt]Episode Three “Switch”

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[center][i:cjyb4r9u][size=12pt]Something blows up Won’t come down Scattered muscles twitch Too late to switch They’re dying to switch[/size][/i:cjyb4r9u][/center]

[center][b:cjyb4r9u][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 12:02 AM[/size][/b:cjyb4r9u][/center]

[size=12pt]Hannah Benson woke up in the middle of a very intense orgasm, her moans and spastic movements making quite the racket in the otherwise dead silent school nurse’s office. Coming to in a strange place in the midst of a very atypical dream involving dangerous sex with her new infatuation would have been disorienting enough for the sheltered girl, but when she put both hands to her still somewhat aching head and realized that her soaked cunt was still being manipulated…

Shocked, she tried to bolt upright, but straps across her chest prevented her. Finally opening her eyes, she looked down her body and saw a perfectly manicured hand manipulating a small vibrator between her legs. Shivers of pleasure ran through her as she realized that she was still unusually aroused. “Uhn, um…wha…?”

A familiarly spectacular set of breasts came into view as the school nurse, Suezy, leaned forward and gently caressed her forehead. “Finally awake, sweety? Good, my hand is getting tired.” With that, the nurse gently guided one of Hannah’s hands to the vibrator. “Just keep that going while I leave a message for Master Jennings, and a note for the ambulance crew. I figure you need at least one more good cum before you can control yourself outside.”

Hannah stared in confusion at the woman as she headed for the phone. She had no intention of obeying the nurse’s crazy directive, but her hands weren’t being driven by her mind at that point. No, her libido was in charge, powerfully so, and she before she knew it she was pressing the toy into her clit hard while her other hand kneaded at her tits and pinched her uncharacteristically swollen and sensitive nipples. Mortified at her complete lack of control, she whimpered as she felt the ordered climax rushing up on her, breathtakingly fast and hard. Despite the straps holding her thighs down and apart, Hannah still managed to buck her hips and let loose some jerky kicks as waves of pleasure flowed through her, until she fell back to the table’s surface with a muted thud. She felt exhausted and satisfied, and yet she still felt like she wanted more.

Hannah was still breathing hard when Suezy returned. “Oh, you had one already? Damn, you’ve got it bad, girl.” With a look of concern, the nurse returned her hand to Hannah’s forehead, this time to check her temperature. “Yep, you’re pretty hot alright. How many times have you been in heat?”

Hannah blushed at the question, but the woman was a medical professional, so she didn’t hesitate to answer. “Um, just the once, when I stopped maturing.” That last bit was stating the obvious, as going into heat was the primary sign that a girl had finished puberty, but it helped to lead into her next statement. “I just had my Coming of Age party last week…”

Nurse Suezy worried at her lip for a moment. “This is only your second heat? By Herra, it’s a wonder you can think about anything except cock at this point! Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m getting you out of here before your father arrives, or we’d have to try to explain why you were trying to jump his bones…”

Hannah was still confused. “But, miss, I’m not due for another two weeks. What’s going on?”

The nurse answered distractedly as she started to undo Hannah’s straps. “Pheromones. Some jackass released Bull pheromones into the school’s air. And not just any Bull, I think. I’ve been around a freshly injected Bull before, and this is what it felt like. I’m afraid you and I had better avoid any men-folk for the next few days, or we’re likely to wind up nice and pregnant.” She cast her eyes towards the comatose girl in the bed next to Hannah’s. “At least I don’t have to worry about Cody over there. When the guys from the hospital get to her, pregnancy’s the last thing she’ll have to worry about.”

Hannah blanched at that reminder of what could have – indeed should have – been her fate, and then she groaned as the nurse helped her to her feet. A moment later, she was struggling to keep up as Suezy hurried to the room’s fire exit. “Um, where are we going, miss?”

Suezy pushed open the door after deactivating the alarm trigger. “I know the woods in this area pretty good, so I figured that we’d start with that. It’s not too likely that there’ll be very many men wandering amongst the trees at this time of day, and if we do spot any, I’m in control enough to make sure we stay out of range of their scents. As for a final destination, I was kind of hoping you’d have an idea, because I live at the Jennings compound, and that’s just not a safe place for girls in our condition. Good thing for me that Master Jennings lets me get away with more than I should.”

Hannah thought for a moment as they skirted the sports fields and cut through the backup pony-girl lot towards the nearest woods. “Well, we could stay in the Chreche at my place, but I don’t think we can get there safely from here.” Suddenly an idea occurred to her, and she smiled as she pulled out her cell phone. “Let me make a few calls. In the meantime, we need to head towards t’Sade’s Finishing Academy…”

Crissy Tanner’s lungs were screaming for air, but her cunt was screaming its pleasure even louder as it was stretched for the first time by something larger than a virgin-size lube applicator. She needed air because her head was trapped by her new lover’s strong, sexy thighs, her face pressed to Tiffany’s depilated pussy as she licked and nibbled at it in a sexual frenzy. That frenzy was being fueled by the unfamiliar, uncomfortable, yet utterly intoxicating feeling of Tiffany’s fist twisting around inside her own formerly pristine cunt. Even as she started to black out, and felt her near continuous orgasm reaching its final peak, the young genius had enough cognizance to thank the Gods that Perro High required all female students to use EZ-Glide cunt-lube, as otherwise her inexperienced cunt muscles wouldn’t have been nearly well-developed enough to withstand this delightful abuse. A moment later, she vaguely wondered if she was ever going to be allowed to breathe again, and then she passed out.

Seemingly a split second later, she snapped awake and took a huge breath of air, which was blown out again in an ecstatic scream as the return of oxygen to her brain sent her paused climax through the roof.

Minutes later, Tiffany pulled her hand out of Crissy’s still twitching cunt with a loud slurping noise and an obviously exaggerated grimace of pain. “Curses, girl! That’s one tight cunt, even for a virgin! I thought you were going to break my hand during that last cum!”

Crissy giggled a little at her companion’s theatrics, but then she went silent and looked down at the floor. After a moment she spoke, her voice quiet and worried. “Tiffany, um, what was this? Why did you save me? I mean, I’m grateful, and this was, well, wow…but, to be honest this just isn’t like you.”

Now it was Tiffany’s turn to grow pensive. “You’re right, of course. At the start of the day, if someone told me all of this would happen, I’d have said they were confusing me with some other blond…but…I don’t know. I’m not really seeing things differently, but I am feeling them in some new way that kinda scares me a little.” The blond turned to Crissy and gently turned her by the chin for a tender, lingering kiss. “But you know what? I’m starting to like this. Do me a favor and do everything you can to keep the coach and his boys happy today, okay? I’d like to have this last long enough to figure out what in Hades it is.”

Crissy responded with a bright, trusting smile. “I’ll do my best, Tiff.” Suddenly she sniffed at the air, and her eyes grew glazed with lust. “Say…what’s that smell…”

Tiffany was already moving, pulling Crissy up and along towards the exit to the gym, which had just been opened by Coach Grubb. Her response was throaty and filled with utter longing. “Men….”

After arriving at the Collins Family Cow-Girl Ranch, Patricia Collins and her husband & Master decided to leave their newest Bull in the back of the truck. This was to allow his initial wave of pheromones to wear off, as well as to put him off balance so that he would be easier to control later. Patricia hoped that the behavioral side effects of the drug would have a good hold on him by then, as otherwise, he was a pretty big, strong specimen for her to be handling alone.

Despite her husband’s gruff nature and often brutal domineering of women, Patricia had always gotten along well with him – in fact, she had been friends with him through her family before she had come of age and been sold to him. As Second Wife – make that soon to be Senior Wife – she also was heavily involved with the daily operations of the Ranch, so they were deep in conversation when they entered the adult section of their home. That conversation died out as they were surprised by a line of females awaiting them in the living room.

Standing there looking nervous and a bit bewildered was Ellen, the Ranch’s current Senior Wife. On her left were Margo & Mona, Ellen’s eldest surviving litter, and their best friend Bethany Stevens, who lived nearby. To the right was Patricia’s eldest litter, the inseparable Three P’s, as they were usually referred to. What made this shocking was that Ellen was the only one of them that should have been in the adult area. As Margo, Mona & Bethany were physically and legally of age, they were certainly allowed there, but it went against tradition for them to do so before their Coming of Age ceremony. The Three P’s, however, didn’t have any of that going for them, and should definitely have been in the Children’s Crèche, or in the child-safe areas of the Ranch or neighborhood.

Patricia was too shocked for words, but her husband reacted instantly, his voice deadly quiet. “Ellen, you’d better have a good explanation for this outrage, or I swear to Ares, I’m gonna skin you alive, right here and now.”

Ellen gulped, but had no chance to answer, as a familiar male voice came from the kitchen door. “Dad, it’s not their fault. I told them to do this.” Into the living room strode Bradley Collins, only son of Patricia’s husband, and her favorite fuck-buddy.

Patricia hadn’t seen Bradley since he started his final year at DSU, and she had to admit that whatever it was they had him doing there had done him a world of good. He was still lean, like his father, but whereas before he had come across as skinny and shy, he now oozed strength and confidence. Now the glasses that he had in common with Margo & Mona made him look sophisticated, rather than dorky, and even his trademark Collins flaming hair was perfectly styled. Patricia had to hold back the urge to jump his bones right then and there.

Randy, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to meet his son halfway in order to envelope him in a big hug. The normally straight-faced man was grinning like crazy, and all of the girls started to relax. “Hah! Shoulda known you were involved in this, boy! I take it you have a good reason for bein’ away from school and herdin’ my girls around.”

Bradley gave his father a cocky grin. “Sure do, pop. Why don’t you, Patty and Ellen take a seat so I can start.”

Randy looked surprised, but nonetheless signaled his wives to join him on the couch. Bradley cleared his throat, the first sign that he had given of being anything but completely self-confident. “Well, to start, I started working part time at the Population Management Agency at the start of the year.” Patricia raised an eyebrow at that. Given that the PMA controlled all information of the official status of individuals in the City-State, and ran the Lotteries, jobs there were highly sought after, and very hard to get clearance for.

Bradley grinned proudly at their collective amazement for a moment, and then continued. “Well, anyway, that ties into the reasons that I’m here. So, bear with me here.” What he did next surprised everyone, except Bethany, as he walked to her and pulled her slender body to his side. “Everybody, I’d like to announce that Bethany has agreed to be my wife.” Bradley’s grin was huge now, while Bethany was blushing like crazy.

Now that Bethany was more than just another friend of the girls, Patricia gave her an appraising look. Like her best friends, she was a tiny thing, though she was slender enough to seem taller than she actually was. Not much in the way of tits on her, but they were high and perky, and the rest of her curves were just right for her frame, and at any rate, any Collins girl knew full well that hormone treatments could do wonders for a girl’s bust-line. Bethany had a cute, intelligent look to her face, with lush lips and big eyes behind her over-sized glasses. Finishing her look out was a head full of long, thick black hair, which Patricia knew was regularly dyed red in emulation of her friends. All in all, a good catch, as long as you weren’t too worried about meat yields.

Now it was Randy’s turn to clear his throat. “Um, son, you know you can’t afford her right now, and I’m certainly not gonna pony up for her. Not to mention her old man hates your guts, and wouldn’t sell her to you anyway.”

“Well, pop, that’s why I made sure to learn the ins and outs of my new employer. You see, a limited number of girls with great potential get sponsored by private businesses each quarter to go straight from their Coming of Age Ceremony to the University System. They have to pass certain tests to do so, and all of that is handled through my employer.”

Randy grunted. “I see where you’re going with this, but I don’t see why Bethany’s father won’t just convert her to spite you the moment he gets wind of this.”

“I thought the same thing when I started this, so I made sure that it couldn’t get traced to me. See, I had a co-worker go to the local Crèche School with the initial tests, and he had all of the qualified girls take it. That way it looks like it’s standard procedure, when it isn’t really.”

Randy chuckled. “Ah, good to see the system working for us for once. I take it that your girl passed the test?”

Now Bradley moved himself and Bethany over to Mona and Margo. “Well, she wasn’t the only one. I’d like to introduce this quarter’s three highest scoring applicants – who, I’m told, have already been recruited by sponsors, sight unseen.”

Patricia took Ellen’s hand and squeezed it as they grinned stupidly at each other. Randy, however, looked thoughtful. “Son, that’s all well and good, but what’s involved in this ‘sponsorship’. What I’m askin’ in particular is, well, what’s the downside here?”

Now Bradley looked serious. “I’m not going to sugar-coat this. The sponsors are putting up the money for their tuition, and risking their reputations by vouching for them, so they will have control over their meat-contracts until they graduate. That’s the only way they will be allowed to get Citizenship, by the way – no standard Citizens test for them. So I won’t be able to marry Bethany until then. In the meantime, they will be interning at their sponsors, which can be risky, but with the guarantee of a lucrative job there if they make it all the way. Unfortunately, I won’t be told who their sponsors are, and they’ll be under orders to keep their benefactors anonymous, so I can’t be more specific.”

Randy looked at the hopeful faces of his son, wives and daughters, and sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll let ‘em go. But that doesn’t explain why the P’s are out of Crèche.”

Bradley was positively beaming as he gave his future bride a quick hug, and then moved over to Patricia’s girls. “Oh, I think you’ll get a kick out of this one, pop! You know that modified tit & ass hormone treatment you’ve been giving the P’s? Well, apparently it not only improved their pre-heat development, but it also sped it up. Their monthly blood tests got sent across my desk by a co-worker that recognized their names, and it seems they’re all done with normal development, and should go into heat any day now.” He pulled the three shocked looking girls into a hug. “Congratulations ladies, you’re officially breedable, eatable adults. You’ll be joining Mona, Margo and Bethany at the next Ceremony.”

Patricia stared at her girls in shock. Her babies were all grown up? All ready to have babies of their own? She hadn’t been expecting this to happen so soon; she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad, so she just burst into tears instead…

“Where is my daughter? What’s happened to her, Charlie?” Charles Jennings looked up from his paperwork to see his old college buddy, James Benson, barging into his office despite the strident protests of his secretary. Those protests were cut off as a very upset Benson shot a hand out and wrapped it tightly around her slender throat.

Jennings quirked an eyebrow at the spectacle, and waited a moment to enjoy the sensuous writhing of the poor woman’s body as she struggled for breath, and then he cleared his throat. “Really, Jimmy, I do understand how you’re feeling right now, but I do have work for my secretary to finish before I can allow her to be snuffed.”

Benson’s anger cleared a bit as he realized what he had done. Releasing the woman’s neck, he helped her to stay standing until she had caught her breath and steadied herself. He then gently but firmly pushed her out of the office and shut the door behind her. “Sorry about that, Charlie. It’s just that I’m pretty invested in seeing Hannah make it, and then I got a message about some sort of accident…” He looked beseechingly at his old friend.

Jennings waved his hand dismissively. “Not a worry, Jimmy. I’d have done the same, or worse, in your place. Have a seat, please.” He waited for Benson to warily take a chair, and then began. “Yes, there was an incident involving your daughter. Apparently Hannah and another student were assigned to deliver a carcass to the kitchens, and some idiot slave mistook them for the delivery. You know how that goes, we’ve both seen it happen before, but I assure you that it’s not something that I tolerate in my school.”

Benson’s face was tense. “You slaughtered Hannah? Turned her into common cafeteria food?”

Jennings held up his hands defensively. “Not at all, not at all! Though I’ll admit it was a close thing – her companion was indeed given the chop and fed to our students and staff, and they had Hannah hanging by the ankles, ready to bleed. Luckily, my son Kevin, who should be arriving shortly, managed to arrive just in the nick of time. I sent him on a rescue mission as soon as I saw what was happening.”

Benson deflated with relief. “Thank the gods. Remind me to take that boy of yours out for drinks some time. So, Hannah’s okay, then?”

Jennings shifted a bit in his seat. “Well, not strictly okay. I’m afraid that she did receive a nasty cut to her neck, and lost a good bit of blood. If Kevin wasn’t so fast, I don’t think she would have made it, but our Nurse Suezy got her patched up and topped off, and she should be fine to go home shortly.” Before Benson could decide how to react to that, Jennings saw on the monitor that his son was about to arrive, and so he quickly brought up the next issue. “Um, I’d like you to keep in mind that Kevin saved your daughter’s life, because I’m afraid that they’ve taken a certain interest in each other.”

Seconds later, the door opened and Kevin strode in, looking excited. So excited that he didn’t even notice that his father had company. “Dad, that girl you sent me to save, Hannah – she’s incredible! I don’t know what it is about her, but I just have to have her! Can you put in a good word with her father for me? Please?”

Jennings chuckled at his son’s antics. He remembered a time when he had reacted the same way about a few girls. Of course, he wound up snuffing most of them to show off to his friends, but that was just part of the Fraternity experience. “Slow down there, son! If you look to your left, you’ll notice that Hannah’s father is sitting right here, so you can just talk to him about it yourself.”

Startled, Kevin turned to face Benson and flushed with embarrassment. “Oh! Um, sorry sir, I didn’t see you there. Um, Kevin Jennings, nice to meet you…” He stuck out his hand, and Benson reluctantly shook it. “Um, I really meant it when I said that Hannah is incredible sir.”

Jimmy Benson stared at the young man for a few moments. “You say you have to have her. In just what way would you like to ‘have’ her?”

Kevin glanced at his father, but Jennings just sat there looking amused. “Um, well, I’m not really sure just yet, sir. I mean, I only just met her, and, well, I’ve never reacted to a girl like this before. I think…I think that I’d just like to take her out, get to know her better, and see where it goes from there.”

Benson’s face was unreadable for a moment, and then he suddenly grinned. “Aw, hell, I don’t suppose I blame you. She is, as you say, pretty incredible. And I suppose you saving her life gives you some points here. However, I know what happens to most young ladies who go out with Fratboys, having been one myself – they usually don’t come back, except in a doggy-bag.”

Kevin couldn’t really argue with that, so he just waited expectantly while Benson considered him. “Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you take Hannah out, no questions asked, as a favor to your father and payback for what you did. But I’m telling you now, if you want to take her out more than once, you’d better be serious about it, because I won’t have my girl being led along.”

Kevin broke into a big grin. “Of course, sir, I completely understand. Um, when can I…”

“Tonight might be an option, but I doubt it, since she’ll need some rest. It does need to happen soon, though, as I’m thinking about getting a reserve put on her. If tonight is out, why don’t we make it tomorrow night. That way if you take her to the Frathouse, there won’t be any parties going on, so there’s less risk. Deal?”

Kevin shook the man’s hand energetically. “It’s a deal, sir! I really owe you for this…in fact, if you don’t mind, I’ll bring one of the Frat slaves for you when I come to pick her up.”

Benson chuckled. “Boy, I’m getting to like you. Sure, I can’t turn down an offer like that, but make sure you deliver the girl to one of my wives at the kitchen entrance before you make your big entrance. No sense in upsetting Hannah with too quick of an exposure to Frat life.”

Jennings smiled, and was about to say something, when he saw a new message on his computer screen, from Nurse Suezy. Having a feeling that it involved Hannah, he quickly read through it, and then snorted in amusement. “Well, Jimmy, looks like you won’t be seeing Hannah right away. My nurse has just informed me that somebody injected a new Bull near the air intakes, so she has taken Hannah and fled the building. Good thinking on their parts, especially if they were already exposed. I’m sure you’ll be getting a call as soon as they know what they-“

The door opened once again without warning, and Jennings growled in exasperation. Into the office strode an uncharacteristically flushed Mistress Morgana, with a naked, collared student in tow. “Master Jennings, I’m sorry to barge in like this, but I’m short on time…” Suddenly she stopped and sniffed at the air. “Oh, dear. Of all the times…” Tearing her eyes from the confused men, Morgana turned to her slave. “Um, be a dear little kitten, and scurry off to the girls’ loo around the corner, and don’t come out until I come for you. I suppose you’ll have to administer your own punishment. Just offer to be a toilet slave to anyone that comes in, and do take care to protect that cherry of yours. Go on, shoo!”

Looking both relieved and sickened, the girl hurried out of the room, followed by Morgana, who returned a moment later with Jennings’s confused secretary. That confusion eased into arousal as the woman breathed in the air.

Morgana closed the door and started to pull up the skirt of her tight mini-dress. “Sorry to inconvenience you gentlemen, but I’m afraid that I’m going to be in need of a little relief before I go back to my teaching duties. I’m sure you don’t mind. Just do me a favor, and use this slag if you need to blow a load or snuff somebody.”

Jennings watched as his secretary started to strip off, barely even noticing Morgana’s speech, and he grinned. Morgana hadn’t allowed him to fuck her since she gained her Citizenship, and he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. The only downside was that Morgana was far too dangerous to ignore her wishes. Then again, while Kevin was aware of that factor, Jimmy Benson might not be…

Brandy Collins had no idea how a simple blowjob – albeit one given by two girls at once – turned into her first full blown sexual encounter, and a kinky, dangerous one at that, but for some reason she wasn’t complaining. In fact, as Gussy’s prick slowly pressed into her virgin cunt, she was doing quite the opposite, crying out for more despite the discomfort of taking such a large member her first time.

As the sharp bite of her hymen tearing added to her growing excitement, Brandy turned her head to smile at her cousin and mouth a ‘thank you’ to her. Like Brandy, Erin was strapped face down on one of Gussy’s metal work tables, her feet just able to touch the floor and her head hanging off the opposite edge, with her ass vulnerable to Gussy’s dick, and her neck to the blade of the table’s built-in hydraulic guillotine. It briefly crossed Brandy’s mind that it really wasn’t normal for her, or even Erin for that matter, to get off on such risky sex, but then the thought of that risk combined with the pleasure/pain of Gussy’s cock hitting her cervix, and her fleeting worries were wiped away by the rising tide of her arousal.

Gussy started off gently enough, but Brandy’s cries for more encouraged him to go faster and harder, until the room was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against her lush ass at a frantic pace. Suddenly, just as Brandy was getting close to an earth-shattering orgasm, he groaned and stopped thrusting, his cock fully embedded in her as it twitched and filled her cunt with his seed. That almost took her over the edge. Almost.

She moaned in frustration, but felt relief as well, for somehow she and Erin had goaded each other into really offering Gussy head – as in, the head of the first girl to cum with his dick in her. He had been very reluctant, but they were relentless, and the appeal of having one of their cute faces greeting him from his dresser every morning was hard for him to resist. Eventually he relented, and now it was just a matter of time before Brandy either watched her cousin’s decapitation, or experienced one herself. She really wasn’t sure why she found the whole idea so hot, but then again, everything was having that affect on her for some reason.

Brandy watched as Gussy moved over behind Erin and positioned his still rampant erection at her already soaked cunt lips. He had taken some pills that men often used at snuff clubs and orgies to stay hard for hours on end, so there was no way that they were going to get out of this via a limp dick. The pills also increased the rate of sperm production as well, but not to the degree that it wasn’t going to take Gussy longer and longer to finish each turn, and that made Brandy bite her lip in distracted worry. She was still pretty worked up from last time, and if she didn’t work it off somehow during Erin’s first session, then she might not be able to outlast him the next time.

With that in mind, Brandy started to rub her thighs together, trying to get off during her safe time. It helped that Erin was humping and wiggling her small, gorgeous ass, trying to get Gussy’s dick inside her, while the aroused yet scared look on her face was one of the sexiest things Brandy had ever seen.

At first Brandy thought that Gussy was holding back to tease Erin, but then she saw the doubt and sadness on his face as he finally spoke. “Erin, MIlaya Moyna, are you certain of this thing? I do not like the idea of no longer speaking with you, of not hearing your sweet laugh any longer.”

Erin bit her lip, groaned and whispered, “Well, shit, I mighta stopped, but you just had to use the Russkiy on me…” Then she gave Brandy a wicked but friendly grin and a wink, and spoke louder. “Fuck that, baby. No way is a virgin like Red holding out longer than me! Now give it to me, and no holding back!”

Nodding, Gussy set his face with determination and got to work, slamming himself home and using his big hands to hold her small hips steady for a fast paced, pummeling fuck. Erin’s eyes widened in surprise, and then she squeezed them shut and gritted her teeth against the grunts and squeals of pleasure that were being forced from her.

Gussy’s thick rod was moving in and out of Erin’s dripping wet snatch like a piston, and it was starting to get to her. Unconsciously moving against her bonds to try to fuck back at her lover, Erin became more and more vocal until she gasped in shock and her eyes popped wide open in sudden, terrified realization. “Oh, oh shit…it’s…too much! I-I can’t…”

Brandy felt her juices running down her thighs as she saw the look in her cousin’s eyes. The girl was scared as hell, but she still wanted to cum, wanted it badly. She was thrashing around in her bonds now, struggling against the pleasure that was starting to wrack her body. Erin was losing it; it was only a matter of time before…

Brandy was getting close herself when Gussy suddenly ground himself against Erin’s firm ass and bellowed, triggering a groan of frustration from Brandy. She wasn’t quite there yet, but she was too worked up to be safe if he started right in on her. She was going to die, she knew it, but somehow that just made her anxious to get his prick back inside her…

Brandy needn’t have worried. On the knife’s edge of a massive cum, Erin had barely managed to hold out, but when she felt her lover filling her with his seed, it was too much for her, and she started to shudder her way through a delicious orgasm. Brandy could see the ecstasy and acceptance in her cousin’s eyes as she turned to her. “Oh, gods, yes! I’m cumming, do it, Gussy, do me!”

The man’s hand reached for the button that would activate the guillotine. Horror and arousal ran through Brandy, straight to her cunt. Erin must have seen it in her eyes, as she started to hyperventilate, terrified but still immersed in her pleasure. “Oh, shit! Brandy, take care of my Gussy!”

HISS-CHUNK. The sound of the guillotine activating sent Brandy over the edge, and she saw nothing for a while, her eyes rolling into her head from the power of her climax.

Finally, Brandy came down from her sexual high enough to take a reluctant peek at the other table. Gussy was leaning over Erin’s body, breathing hard. That body was twitching and shuddering, but only from the aftershocks of orgasm, not death spasms. Brandy was pleased, and yet inexplicably disappointed, to see that Erin’s pretty head was still attached to her body, her eyes staring back at Brandy. The confusion and pleasure etched on the girl’s face mirrored what Brandy was feeling.

The trio remained that way for minutes on end as they slowly calmed down, and then Gussy withdrew from his girlfriend and moved around to her front, his still hard cock bobbing in her face. Erin didn’t hesitate to clean the fluids from his member with her mouth, and then she looked up at him with worship in her eyes. “Baby, that was amazing…the best…but, why didn’t you do it?”

Both girls were shocked when his big hand moved like lightening and slapped her face, hard. Erin looked dazed from the blow when he lifted her head by her hair. “O Bozhe moi! MIlaya Moyna, Poslushai menya!” He must have been truly upset, because it took him a moment to realize that he was speaking in his native tongue. Finally he calmed enough to be understood. “Erin, listen to me now. I care for you, very much, and I am liking your cousin too, but you must learn! I am Master here, not you, and I will take heads when I want to, not before. You want to be my girls, then you let me decide everything, yes?”

Brandy blushed as she realized that she was being included in the conversation, in the relationship, and then she started to juice up again as she realized that she liked the idea. For the first time in her life, Brandy knew what she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate to copy Erin as she lowered her eyes and whispered a contrite, “I’m sorry, Master.”

Gussy grinned as he pulled his belt from his pants and moved back behind the girls. “Not sorry enough, yet. Now, I will punish you both while we continue our games, and if I am not feeling you are understanding things, maybe I leave the safety off this time…”

As Colleen Smyth, Perro High’s Swim & Cheer coach, entered the cafeteria, she was surprised to find a crowd of students gathering near the Kate machine. The Kate was a new addition to the cafeteria, the spitting machine to top all others. It was an incredibly tempting piece of technology, promising incredible pleasure to any girl who rode it, and a spitting if they gave into its tricks and allowed their wrists to move too close to its conveniently placed sensors. One wrong move in the midst of orgasmic pleasure, and the clamps would trigger, trapping the girl on the machine.

Of course, even then the pleasure wasn’t done with, as the next step involved a neural feedback helmet, which brought girls to orgasms that were so powerful it was actually scary. That was, of course, yet another draw to the machine, one that almost made you forget that it was followed by the spit impaling you from lips to lips.

Usually girls chose to ride the machine at the start of the day. After all, with the Kate’s reputation for always winning in the end, it was never a bad idea to time your ride so that your friends could eat you at lunchtime. Sure, many girls got on with every intention of getting off again, but in the end they all knew deep down that they were just meat, that their day would end turning on a spit.

No, this probably wasn’t a typical Kate ride. More likely, it was due to some stupid bet, or coercion. Her already pouty lips turning down into a full-fledged frown, Colleen decided to delay her current mission so that she could investigate. As she maneuvered her slender but shapely body through the crowd, she tried to repress her growing arousal at the prospect of seeing the amazingly sexy machine at work. That arousal wasn’t helped any by the fact that the few boys she passed seemed to smell unusually appealing to her.

Shaking her head to clear away a sudden urge to take several boys to her office for a gangbang, Colleen gave up on pushing through the crowd and climbed up onto a table instead. From her new vantage, she could clearly see what was happening, and she gasped in shock. There, in all of her naked glory, was Kate Green, Colleen’s favorite student – and lover. Kate was walking around the polished black block of the machine, running her hands along the smooth, comfortable looking curves with a big grin on her face.

“Curse you, Kate, you were supposed to be mine!” Colleen’s eyes teared up as she fiercely whispered to herself. During and after many a post-practice fuck, Kate had told her how much she was looking forward to the likely day that Colleen would have to snuff her, as part of her duties as coach. Now, after having grown attached to the idea herself, it seemed that her glorious final moments with her lover were about to be stolen by a machine. A beautiful, sexy, tempting one, but a machine nonetheless.

Next to the Kate Machine’s platform, Colleen could see her Kate’s closest friends watching. Ivana was unreadable, and blond Kelly was looking happily confused, neither of which was unusual, but Scarlet, who was another of Colleen’s favorites, was looking displeased with what was happening, which was surprising. Usually if Kate or Scarlet were getting into mischief, the other was the instigator. Suddenly suspicious, Colleen looked more carefully and noted a very excited Jamie Winston standing even closer, urging Kate on. Jamie was one of Colleen’s first year cheer-sluts, but most definitely not one of her favorite ones. The young coach started to get down from the table, intent on invoking her snuff rights on the bully right then and there, but that was the moment that Kate chose to mount the machine.

Colleen froze and her cunt instantly moistened as the sexiest girl she had ever been with knelt with her legs in grooves that spread them wide, exposing her perfect pussy lips and the attached meat-tag beautifully. Kate was so turned on that even from this distance, Colleen could clearly see the shine of her juices leaking from her cunt and running down her thighs. The coach was torn between despair and arousal as she realized that her lover was already doomed, perfectly primed for the machine.

As Kate leaned forward, the leg rests adjusted with a whir, so that they were positioned perfectly for her to place her delicious, hanging breasts into their cutouts. The girl was panting already, and even moaned a little, as the hoops in the cutouts closed until they held her breasts in a perfect, comfortable grip. She had an excited smile on her face, but as she tilted her head back to place her chin on its rest, and it adjusted itself, Colleen could clearly see her swallowing nervously.

Kate looked a bit startled when the machine loaded and locked her spit with a loud, definitive CLUNK, and then she grinned again as she turned in place to get a look at the long, shining pole. That grin faded as she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, and Colleen heard her emit a little, helpless whimper as she bit her lower lip, obviously trying to fight down her arousal.

Colleen was fighting down her own arousal at that moment. Her hands kept trying to go up under her tiny skirt, and she could feel dribbles of wetness running down her inner thighs, but her student-lover’s vulnerable expression was enough for her to regain her self-control. Suddenly determined, she descended from the table and resumed her efforts to reach the platform.

The students mostly parted before her, knowing better than to get in the way of a member of the school’s faculty, but then, just as she had a clear view of the machine, she ran into Toby Yates, one of the second year’s most obnoxious preppy boys. With a cocky grin, the entitled young man pulled her to him and whispered in her ear. “I can smell your cunt from here, babe. You need it bad. Hell, with this show, so do I. Do us both a favor and spread those awesome legs a little, and I’ll scratch that itch while we watch.”

Now it was Colleen’s turn to bite her lip and helplessly whimper. His breath in her ear, his overpoweringly enticing aroma, and the sheer eroticism of what was happening, they were overwhelming her revulsion of him, her determination to save her Kate. Looking down, she saw his hand lightly resting on her perfectly toned stomach, and the erotic contrast between his light skin and the rich chocolate color of her own pushed her over the edge. Without even thinking about it, she leaned forward, spread her legs and pulled the back of her little skirt up.

Toby wasted no time in taking up her invitation. It took only the briefest of moments for him to use his free hand to release his cock and position it at the entrance to her ready cunt. As he slowly sank into her, Colleen let out a satisfied moan and nearly lost her balance as she tried to push back at him. The preppy wasn’t going to give up control of the situation, however. He quickly moved his hands to her narrow waist, and used them to control her movements.

Surrendering to him, Colleen reveled in his slow, steady, and surprisingly skilled fucking and turned her attention back to the Kate. Luckily, their encounter had started in such a brief time that she hadn’t really missed anything. Kate was only now turning to lean back over the block. Her breasts slid perfectly back into their cutouts, and her chin was soon in perfect position. The girl let her arms fall into the grooves that were so perfectly positioned for them, her wrists naturally resting dangerously close to the sensors that would trap her on the machine. She closed her eyes in anticipation, and a moment later opened them wide as the machine went into action.

Colleen’s moans of spiraling pleasure matched Kate’s as tendrils began to gently probe at her cunt, some teasing her lips and clitoral hood as others slid smoothly inside. Soon those tendrils were joined by soft, electrode-studded probes, and Kate’s exquisite body started to writhe in a blatantly sexual manner. Her whimpers and moans swiftly escalated into orgiastic cries. “Oh, oh gods, yes! This is, oh, oh, fan-fantastic! Ummm, it’s sucking my tits, gods that’s good…”

Toby’s pace increased as Kate’s body shuddered and squirmed through a powerful orgasm, and Colleen longed to join her. She pushed her shirt up so that she could start to knead at her own firm tits, and called out for the preppy to fuck her harder as Kate started to scream her way through yet another orgasm.

Colleen and Toby jerked together as the machine startled them by suddenly lurching up and to the side. Kate was just as startled, but she somehow managed to not trigger the clamps of the machine, tenting her fingers to keep her wrists out. The machine settled down for a moment, and Kate came out of her orgasmic fog enough to give her friends a shaky grin. Her body was still shuddering and twitching, and she was breathing hard – to Colleen, it didn’t look like she had much fight left in her.

Suddenly Kate started to yelp, jerking her arms instinctively inwards, but miraculously not enough to trigger the clamps. “Ow, ow, ow! It’s fuckin’ zappin’ my goodies!” Had the machine been operated by a human, it might have grown frustrated that the girl had held out, but it wasn’t. With the implacable patience of a computer, it simply moved on to the next stage, redoubling its efforts to pleasure her.

Soon enough, Kate’s body was bucking and jerking, her mouth open wide in an amazing scream of pleasure, her eyes blank and rolling in their sockets. She was obviously lost in the waves of pleasure, and it came as no surprise when a sudden lurch of the block caught the girl by surprise. Suddenly there was a series of clicks as the clamps activated, and Kate was trapped, her fate sealed.

Colleen had been right on the edge of her own chain orgasm nearly the entire time, and the sound of the clamps activating set her off. She leaned back into Toby and bucked back at him as she imagined herself in Kate’s place, so deliciously trapped, betrayed by her own body.

Kate struggled for a moment against the clamps. She looked scared, yet stimulated by her predicament. “Oh, shit! It got me…not fair!” She looked at Jamie, who was cumming herself as the twins that were flanking her molested her helpless body. “Jamie, you’re a bitch, but I forgive you. Get on after me, it’s even better than air-dancing!”

Before Jamie could respond, the neural-feedback helmet lowered over Kate’s head, and she was swiftly lost to the world, bucking and screaming her way through a series of devastating orgasms.

The sight of her lover’s gorgeous body convulsing like that was too much for Colleen, sending her into another orgasm. She was barely aware of her surroundings, but her focus was still on Kate when the tendrils withdrew and the spit started to advance, aimed straight at Kate’s waiting, vulnerable cunt. She started to cum even harder, her cunt clamping down on Toby’s cock and taking him to the edge.

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna nut in you, bitch! Take it, slut!” The preppy was most likely hoping that Colleen was in heat, so he could get bragging rights for knocking up a teacher, but his plan was derailed as she suddenly lurched away from him, her sweat-slicked skin slipping easily from his grasp. Colleen had suddenly realized that this was her last chance to save Kate, and the surge of adrenaline was enough to clear her mind. She staggered forward, intent on reaching the platform, while Toby cursed behind her.

The tip of the spit was within an inch of Kate’s cunt when Colleen threw herself forward, falling onto the platform face first. A split second later, the machine stopped, and began to emit a beeping alarm. Colleen looked up just in time to see the spit reversing course. A pleasant female voice came out of the machine. “Reserved meat tag within operating area. Initiating safety shutdown. Manual override required to continue operation.”

Colleen smiled and scrambled to stand up as the spit finished retracting. She arrived at Kate’s side just in time for the clamps to release her. Kate was out of it, still lost in anticipation of her spitting, unaware that it wasn’t going to happen. Colleen gestured a shocked looking Scarlet over, ignoring the growing sound of discontent coming from the crowd. “Scar, help me out here. I don’t think Kate can walk by herself right now, and I need both of you in my office anyway.”

The curvy redhead looked confused, but obediently helped to slide Kate off of the machine. Kate looked at them without really seeing them and started to mumble. “No, back on, I was ready, put me back on…” Colleen ignored her and took them off of the platform.

She stopped in front of Jamie and the Mercer twins. “Jamie, we’re heading for my office. It’ll take me about a half hour to get them settled, and then I’m heading for the pool. I expect you to be there so I can drown your sorry ass, unless you feel like trying your luck here.” After taking a moment to appreciate the look of shock on the bully’s face, she turned to Kate’s remaining friends. “Kelly, your sister’s fillet & tits, and an apology, are waiting for you in the kitchen. Take your slave, claim them, and then join us in my office. Don’t dawdle, or they’ll get cold. Ivana, do me a favor and make sure that the bitch does what I told her.”

As Colleen started off towards the door, she watched Kelly and her slave leaving ahead of her, and heard Ivana uncharacteristically taunting Jamie. “I can’t wait to get to the pool. I hope Coach Smyth lets me hold your head under. You should make some very nice bubbles.”

Colleen turned her head to see that the bully was tearing her clothes off. “Like, screw that shit! Somebody reset this fucking machine!”

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[quote author=lens link=topic=1563.msg7166#msg7166 date=1326616397] Shadowkeeper: Another fine chapter you’ve written and posted here. Greatly enjoyed it. One complaint about your bait and switch tactic - you mentioned t’Sade more times in the heading than in the story - one measly mention of the Academy. Thanks and best wishes. lens [/quote]

[color=blue:3aupc74t][size=12pt]Heh! Well, it just turned out that way due to my insistance on crediting such things even when a mention is tiny. Have no fear, we’ll be getting plenty of exposure to t’Sade’s Academy and its students & staff in the future. [/size][/color:3aupc74t]

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The Kate Machine is the brilliant creation of Spitman, and appears here with his permission.

t’Sade’s Finishing Academy is named for t’Sade with her permission, and the school uniforms were created with her input.

Koika was suggested by Gynophagous.

Scarlett & Bill Yppiz are mentioned with their permission. They have been very willing to spend their valuable time working out with me how their Hooters will work, and I think that when we get there, you’ll be very happy with it.[/size][/color:avcc7mnz]

[center][u:avcc7mnz][b:avcc7mnz][size=12pt]Episode Three “Switch”

Part Three[/size][/b:avcc7mnz][/u:avcc7mnz][/center]

[center][i:avcc7mnz][size=12pt]Vicar experiments But ’tis blasphemy Dismissing thought of progress As the mark of devilry

Watch the muscles twitch For a brand new switch…[/size][/i:avcc7mnz][/center]

[center][b:avcc7mnz][size=12pt]October 8, 2787 OC, 12:22 PM[/size][/b:avcc7mnz][/center]

[size=12pt]As he directed his pony-girls up to the side of his home, James Berg turned to his friend and boss, the Hunter Shadow, and sighed. “Dude, you didn’t snuff her already, did you?” It certainly appeared so, as Allison’s face was pushed up hard against the Hunter’s crotch and she wasn’t moving, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

There was a long, wet slurping sound as a black-gloved hand pulled the girl’s head back and allowed her to crumple to the floorboard of the pony cart. Her swollen lips were blue, and behind her cute little glasses, her eyes were rolled up and half lidded so that only the whites were showing. She certainly looked dead to James, and he swore softly to himself – he’d been looking forward to getting inside the girl while she could still fuck him back.

Before James could react any further, Shadow went into a blur of motion, pulling something – a syringe? – from a belt pouch and slamming it into the girl’s chest, right between her perky tits. A plunger was depressed – it was definitely a syringe – and almost instantly Allison’s eyes popped wide open and she started to take huge, gulping gasps of air. Shadow just chuckled and jerked the empty syringe free. “No worries, buddy! I timed it perfectly. I figured the little risk taker needed a real world demonstration of the potential consequences of her little games.”

James sighed in relief. He should have known better – his friend was usually very careful to only snuff girls when they were in the midst of some sort of pleasure, unless they deserved otherwise. Speaking of which…

James jumped down from the cart and went to the back of it, where Katie Lind was secured. The former cheer-captain had done well in keeping up with the pony-girls, it seemed, as she had only a moderate amount of bruising and scraping on her perfectly tanned skin. She was on her knees with her head hanging down so that her face was hidden by a curtain of long, dark hair. As she tried to catch her breath, the heaving of her D-cup breasts, so oversized for her slender frame, was nearly hypnotic, but James had seen many a girl like her in much more provocative circumstances.

Grabbing Shadow’s new slave by her hair, James released her from the cart and dragged her to where the Hunter was helping their other plaything to the ground. All things considered, Allison didn’t look too bad off, for a girl that had just come back from the dead. In fact, the reckless girl actually had a goofy grin on her face. “Sacred shit! What a fucking rush! That was so fucking scary, but I came buckets when I realized you weren’t going to let me up – and then towards the end it was all just so pleasant and thoughtless in my head…oh, shit, was I really dead?” She started to rub at the center of her chest, a startled look on her face.

Shadow picked her up and followed James towards the house. “Yes, girl, you were dead. Stone fucking dead. And if you don’t go home, right now, you’ll probably wind up that way again, but a bit more permanently.”

James wasn’t really surprised when she hugged herself to the Hunter, pressing her cheek against black girl leather and purring, of all things, with a cute little smile on her face. “Nope, not getting rid of me that easily. I like a good thrill ride.” She turned a little to give James a speculative look. “I do hope that you both have some surprises in store for me.”

James gave her a reluctant smile. While he had no doubt that snuffing her would be spectacular, he wasn’t quite certain that he wanted to do that to one of his sister’s friends. He opened the door for them, and then handed Katie’s leash to Allison. “Just hold that for me while Shadow here takes you to the playroom, and I’ll be right back. The pony-girls need seeing to.”

Allison gave the slave-girl an evil look, and then smiled seductively at James. “Don’t take too long, or we might just get started without you!” The girl’s delightful giggles rang in James’s ears as he walked back to the pony-cart…

Giggles were ringing in Jamie Winston’s ears as well, the giggles of the mischievous Mercer Twins, Beth & Amy, who were slowly peeling Jamie’s tight blue pants and tube top from her body. While Jamie was waiting for the Kate Machine to be reset so that she could ride it, they had insisted on making a show of her stripping down. She wasn’t about to protest, especially with the way that the excited twins were groping and licking every inch of skin that they slowly exposed to the cheering crowd of students.

The twins had already kept her nice and worked up during Kate’s show, which in and of itself was plenty to get wet over, and at any rate, she’d been unusually aroused since lunch break had started, so it wasn’t a surprise to her when she had a standing orgasm before the twins were done. She’d always been an exhibitionist, so the fact that she was being exposed and brought to a climax in front of a crowd merely made her cum even more delicious.

Satisfied for the moment, and knowing that being on edge would shorten her ride on the Kate Machine, Jamie pushed the twins away before they could get her too worked up again. Smiling for the crowd, she then did a slow, sexy strip tease, until she was standing in only her tall black heels. Unlike Kate, she didn’t plan on ever needing her clothes again, so she made sure that her top and pants went to the handsomest pair of guys in the crowd. She only regretted that she didn’t have any panties to toss into the crowd, but those pants were skintight and, duh, panty-lines!

One of the geek-squad girls had finally reset the machine, and Jamie turned to watch it whir back into its default configuration. She swallowed convulsively as she contemplated the means of her conversion. This was it, after all those close calls on the football field and in the principal’s office. She was meat on the hoof now, and in too short an amount of time, she was going to be turning over the coals, slowly cooking as she died. No more tomorrows, no more shopping trips, overnights with the girls, no more fucking, no more Jamie! It was hard for her small mind to imagine.

Not that she regretted how things had turned out. Sure, it was scary, terrifying even, but it was even more exciting and sexy, especially since it involved that fabulous machine and an appreciative crowd. This was how she wanted, needed to go, in public and looking hot as Hades, not quickly drowned in a lonely pool by some angry bitches.

Jamie stood there for a moment, feeling herself already juicing up for the machine. She’d seen how Kate had reacted to it, and she couldn’t wait to experience that for herself. Grinning again, she went to step forward, when a pair of strong hands took her by the shoulders. She shivered and really started to drip as a powerfully masculine smell overtook her, and the guy spoke into her ear. It was her on again, off again boyfriend, Toby. “Babe, I’m sorry we won’t get to fuck again, but I’ll make sure to spunk in some stupid cunt when I see the spit come out of that talented mouth of yours. And I’ll make sure that Colleen bitch pays for this, I promise.”

Jamie leaned back into him, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his hands fondling her breasts one last time. He always had enjoyed playing with them. “Toby, that’s, like, so sweet! I’d totally marry you if I wasn’t about to, like, die. Take my shoes when I’m all spitted, give ‘em to your hottest sister, but only if you totally fuck the shit out of her. And don’t snuff Colleen, it’ll be worse if you go for her fuck-buddy girls.”

Toby smirked as he turned her head for a final, sloppy kiss, and then he let her slip from his arms. As she turned back to face her destiny, Jamie saw that he was already grabbing hold of some seemingly random, if a bit familiar looking, giggling blonde and bending her over.

Pushing thoughts of Toby and Colleen from her mind, Jamie strode up to the Kate Machine with a resolve that came entirely from her cunt. It was amazing, really, how the simple lines of the Machine’s block could get a girl’s sex drive racing. It was a killing machine, as much so as a guillotine or a gallows, but all that it brought to mind was sex, incredible, unbeatable sex. Even that scary, deadly spit, when it made its appearance, made a girl think of riding the world’s biggest, most powerful cock. It was intoxicating, and Jamie’s hands shook as she ran them along those sexy curves.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer, and she mounted the block. Just as it had with Kate before her, the machine automatically adjusted itself until she was leaning comfortably forward, her full, round tits secure in their cutouts, her head held back by the chinrest, and her legs spread wide to expose her sopping cunt. She still had her spiked heels on, and she vaguely hoped that they added to the appeal of her appearance during her ride.

Her thoughts were brought back into focus, as she heard the THUNK of the spit – no, HER spit loading behind her. Following tradition and impulse both, Jamie sat up and turned around so that she could see and touch her final lover. The sight of the long, shiny pole was enough to get her heart racing in fear and lust, but when she wrapped her hand around the shaft and felt its thickness, she gasped and shivered. It was hard to believe that such a monster would soon find its way through her body, but she knew that it would do so with ease. There was no doubt in her mind now – she was meat, belonged to this machine, and that spit belonged in her!

Turning around with an uncharacteristically peaceful look on her face, Jamie leaned back into her place and closed her eyes, all thoughts of the crowd gone. Nothing mattered now except getting the most out of this final experience. Carefully positioning her hands, she waited with a dreamy smile for the machine to start.

Soon enough, it started, subtly at first, though even those first gentle touches by the tendrils were almost enough to make her cum. She moaned and opened her eyes wide as the tendrils and then the probes thoroughly explored her every crevice, hitting sweet spots she’d never even known she had. It was amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she came, hard. She wasn’t really aware of her surroundings now, but she did make sure to control her arms – after all, the ride was just starting, and it wouldn’t do to short change herself.

Sure enough, the pleasure only mounted, and her breasts now came into play as something started to gently but insistently suckle at her nipples. [i:avcc7mnz]Oh shit, oh gods, I’m already cumming again![/i:avcc7mnz] That was the last coherent thought Jamie had for a while, as the building waves of pleasure magnified and extended her orgasm until she wasn’t even aware of how her hips were bucking violently, or that she was screaming mindlessly.

After an endless, mindless time, the machine took things down a notch, though not enough for Jamie to really come down to earth. Still, she did manage to hold out when her nipples were zapped, though that was more because of how deliciously the pain added to her pleasure, which was heading for a shattering peak.

Ecstasy built to a crescendo, and then her clit was zapped and she was falling, falling into a maddening cum, and then suddenly she felt herself rising and truly falling. She had no idea where she was, or what she was supposed to be doing. She hugged the block to stabilize herself, and by the time she was aware of what was happening, she was trapped, sturdy clamps holding her firmly in place. She struggled against them, not because she wanted to escape, but because the feeling of helplessness was so delicious. The machine owned her now, there was truly nothing that she could do other than to enjoy the rest of her ride.

Her mind clearing for a moment, she realized that she hadn’t lasted nearly as long as that oversexed slut Kate. Her vindictiveness came out one last time. “Oh, fuck! She beat me! Toby, you can have my filet if you make sure you do Kate!”

She could see him giving her a grin and a thumbs up as he brutally fucked the random blonde, holding her steady by her hair with the other hand. The girl wasn’t grinning anymore, there were tears streaming from her eyes, but those eyes were intensely focused on Jamie, and she seemed to be cumming despite herself.

That was the last that Jamie was aware of the rest of the world, as a moment later the feedback helmet went over her head, and the pleasure started again. This time, each rise in pleasure was amplified, growing exponentially until she was cumming so continuously, so powerfully that she was certain it would kill her. Some remote corner of her shattered mind was aware of thrashing and screaming violently, but otherwise her thoughts were a void. She was lost in an abyss of sensation, and she had no power or will to escape it.

Jamie barely even noticed the pleasure mechanism withdrawing. She was too immersed in the aftershocks of the once in a lifetime series of climaxes that had been wrung from her body. Still, she acknowledged the touch of the spit by instinctively tilting her hips, easing its passage through her swollen vulva.

She groaned as she felt her cunt stretching to accommodate something far thicker and harder than any cock. It felt good, really good, and right, even when she felt it pierce her inside. She wiggled and cried out as she felt it moving up her body, as the sliding of the shaft past her tightly stretched cunt lips stimulated her clit. The spit, her final, most powerful lover, was claiming her.

Sooner than she could have imagined, it was rising from her stomach and almost into her throat. She was about to be silenced, forever, and it crossed her mind that she should say something while she still could, but her mind was so muddled, and it was all happening so fast, and…

“GLURK!” That was the last sound Jamie Winston ever made, as the spit moved out of her throat and on into her mouth.

Toby watched Jamie’s sexy, squirming body being impaled, and he started to fuck the blonde harder and faster, getting ready to make good on one of his promises. He was turned on by what was happening, there was no denying it, but he was also pissed off. He had plans for that bitch! Just a little longer, and he was going to talk her into removing her cheer-slut birth control, so he could knock her up and add her to his collection of slaves, but now it was too late. He was going to do Kate and Colleen’s other girls all right, and he was going to enjoy it, but first he was hoping to trick at least one of them into slavery. The thought of having those gorgeous cunts on their knees and at his mercy put a wild grin on his face.

He heard Jamie making strange noises, and saw the anticipation and confusion in her eyes, so he urgently poured his anger and lust into his fucking, pulling on the blonde’s hair so violently that her yelps and squeals turned into gasps and wheezes. Jamie went silent, the spit poked out from between her lips, and Toby thrust deep with his cock as he yanked with all his might. At the same time as he heard Jamie’s teeth sliding along the metal shaft, a snapping, cracking sound came from the blonde’s neck, and she started to jerk and twitch randomly.

His cock being clenched tightly by the wildly spasming cunt muscles of a dying girl, and the look of utter surprise in Jamie’s crossed eyes as she watched the spit emerging from her lips, combined to send him over the edge. He groaned, emptying himself into a stupid cunt while watching Jamie’s complete impalement, just as he had promised.

Breathing hard, he released the limp but occasionally twitching blonde, carelessly allowing her body to crumple to the floor. He could see the bands releasing Jamie, in preparation for securing her limbs to the spit, and he knew he had to hurry. Carelessly stepping over his latest victim, he hurried to Jamie’s side.

Her limbs had just been banded to the spit when he reached her feet. Moving carefully but swiftly, he removed her shoes, making sure to run his fingers down the soles of her feet as he did so. She shivered and wiggled them in response – she always had been turned on when he messed with her feet.

Toby stepped back as Jamie’s spit – and thus Jamie – was lifted onto the automatic conveyer system. He could see her already starting to squirm and wiggle experimentally, testing her ability to move on the spit. From watching numerous other girls turning over the fire after an encounter with the Kate Machine, he knew that she would spend the rest of her life writhing on the spit, fucking herself into oblivion. He was tempted to stay and watch, but lunch was almost over, and he had plans to make before class started.

On his way out, he stopped to nudge the blond onto her back, admiring the look of complete, shocked surprise on her pretty face, and the blank stare of her big blue eyes. With a smirk, he fulfilled another promise and replaced his hottest sister’s shoes with Jamie’s heels and left a note with her body for them to be returned to him. After all, he had plenty more sisters where this one came from, and these ‘killer heels’ would make a great new family tradition.

As Colleen watched Jamie’s delightful, squirming body disappear from view of the cafeteria’s cameras, she finally started to come down from the series of orgasms that Kate’s knowing fingers had brought to her. Grinning, she pulled her own fingers from her nearly lost lover’s sopping snatch. After leaning over for a kiss, she glanced over at Kelly and Scarlet. The blond was languidly riding her slave’s face with her eyes closed, quietly stretching out her pleasure as usual. The redhead, on the other hand, was looking far more perky and focused than anyone else as she dismounted Colleen’s Sybian.

Colleen sat back and wondered at how she could have missed the distinctive sound of the ride-able sex-toy in action. She turned to look at Scarlet with concern. “Scar, honey, I don’t mind you using that thing, but please have me double check the safeties first. If you had ridden that this time yesterday, you’d have taken a lethal shock when you came.”

Scarlet surprised her by smiling. “Oh, I know all about these – my dad has one in his playroom, and Emily showed me how to use it safely. We’re still trying to find a good time for my daddy to find me riding it.”

Even Kelly laughed at that – Scarlet’s lust for her father was well known to them all, and a source of good-natured ribbing. Scarlet quickly sobered, however. “Look, it was really great watching that bitch getting shafted, but we have to talk. First off…Kate, you should be dead right now, or close to it, and well on your way to being the Staff Dinner. Something like that, it’s not a game, no matter how much fun it is. Promise me you’ll stick to our normal risks, please?”

Kate looked down and flushed. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that, girls. I don’t know what came over me…I mean, I was so hot for, well, anything to scratch my itch. I’ve never felt so out of control, it was like being in Heat times ten.”

Colleen frowned. “That’s interesting. I had the same problem. Shit, I let that prick Toby fuck me, almost let him dump a load in me, even though I was desperate to save you. I almost didn’t make it.”

Kelly looked embarrassed. “Like, me too. I let that head cook have a quickie just to take the edge off.”

Scarlet looked alarmed. “Tell me you didn’t let him cum in you.”

The blond looked even more confused than usual. “Um, like, sure, I’m on the rotation for the cheer team, so, like, the protection thingy is in me. Besides, it’s not like I’m in Heat…”

Suddenly everyone’s eyes widened in alarm, except for Scarlet’s, which were narrowed in anger. “Yeah, that’s right, we’re all in Heat. Not the normal kind, though. This is definitely caused by Bull hormones. I’ve had a whiff of the stuff before, it’s kinda inevitable around our Ranch, and it was like this. I’d have warned you, but I wasn’t clear-headed enough to make the connection until I rode the Sybian. Other than Kelly, we’ll all have to go on a creampie-free diet for the next forty-eight hours or so.”

Colleen swore, drawing everyone’s attention. “Well, I’m not sure how well that’s going to work out.” At their quizzical expressions, she sighed. “Did you wonder why my tag shut down the Kate Machine? Well, it’s because Hooters just became full sponsors of the Swim and Cheer Teams, and they’ve put me on reserve during the season, along with the assistant coaches and captains. All of your tags, as well as the first year captains, should be updating any time now.”

Kelly looked confused, Kate just quirked an eyebrow, but Scarlet was frowning. “Right, a reserve. That’s expensive, they wouldn’t just do that for no good reason.”

Colleen grimaced. “Yeah, you’re right. Thing is, part of the deal is that every member of the two teams has to do waitress duties at Hooters once a week, except for us. On any given night, a pair of us needs to be there to supervise, in addition to our waitressing, so we’ll be working multiple nights. I’ll be setting up the full schedule later, but for the first night, all of us supervisor types have to be there.”

Scarlet’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me it’s tonight!” Colleen shook her head. “Oh, tomorrow then. Super. Now I don’t know whether to hope the customers want to fuck me or eat me!”

Colleen held up her hands. “Hey now, no roasting the messenger! Look at it this way, though – Tuesday’s are slow nights, so probably only one, maybe two waitresses will get eaten, and we are sharing duties and risks with the regular staff. Plus if one of us does get sold, for whatever purpose, the money will all go towards upgrading the pool and football field.”

Now it was the redhead’s turn to sigh. “Well, at least I’ll get a chance to see Wanda and Bill again.” She smiled at the blank looks she was getting. “You’d know them as Scarlett and Yppiz, the owners of the place. They’re friends of my family, and good customers. Great couple, really fun, but don’t expect me to get any favors out of them – they play fair, across the board. No favorites, not when it comes to business.”

Colleen looked at the clock and groaned. “Yeah, speaking of no favorites, I have to let you girls go for class, or we’re all in for a heap of trouble.”

Each girl hurried to get dressed, and then gave Colleen a quick kiss before heading for the door. She watched them leave with a fond expression on her face, and then frowned as she pulled out her cell phone…

As Principal Jennings’s secretary and slave, Crystal Adams was used to being used and abused by men who had absolutely no concern for her well-being. She knew that her life was at risk any time she was called on to serve her Master or his guests, and she not only accepted it, she reveled in it. Every morning she squirmed behind her desk, dripping wet in anticipation of what degrading, painful or even lethal tasks might be forced upon her in the coming day.

She knew that her sultry good looks and toned but shapely body brought out the worst in many men, and she couldn’t blame them – she’d been in their place, helping to snuff out her predecessor and elder sister, and had enjoyed every moment of it. She’d nearly snuffed it numerous times, and it surprised her that she’d lasted so long. She’d been cock-strangled, hung, bagged, and nearly spitted. She’d knelt with her neck on the headsman’s block while getting fucked, taken a cock up her ass with a knife at her throat, and masturbated while laying unrestrained in a guillotine, and each time she’d cum like crazy. And yet, against all odds, she survived, and she wondered how long her luck would last.

Perhaps today was her day. After all, she was at the mercy of three Masters and one very horny Mistress, and nothing worked up a Dominant like watching a Kate Machine in action. That was what they were all watching, when they weren’t completely focused on more hands-on activities. Not one, but two idiot students had decided to mount the sexy, deadly machine, and while the first girl was rescued at the last moment, this blonde one hadn’t been.

The girls’ orgasms during their rides had invigorated them all, but watching the spit advancing relentlessly through the blonde’s helpless, squirming body had finally brought out the Dominants’ aggression and sadism, and Crystal’s snuff fetish.

The extremely aroused secretary was riding her Master while his son slammed into her ass. Mistress Morgana, who terrified and tantalized her, was face to face with her, bent over for a fast paced doggy style fuck from her Master’s guest. The Mistress was grinning evilly at her, and she soon found out why, as black-gloved fingers wrapped tightly around her neck.

Ignoring the monitor now, and focused completely on Morgana’s intense gaze, Crystal smiled back and lifted her chin to give the Mistress better access to her throat. She could feel a massive cum approaching, the kind that only terminal peril could bring on. She was wheezing and gurgling, and getting light-headed, but still she managed to let out an occasional cry of delight.

Morgana herself was moaning and gasping as she started to thrust back at her partner, and she tightened her grasp until Crystal couldn’t breathe at all. Her sight and hearing started to dim, and her body convulsed and shuddered out of her control, and then, just as her eyes rolled up, her climax slammed into her. She happily rode it down into the darkness, wondering idly if this was the last time.

Seemingly seconds later, she came to, curled up on the floor, gasping and coughing. She didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed. Eventually, she sat up, and realized that she was being ignored in favor of an argument between Morgana and her Master’s guest, Master Benson.

Morgana was livid, terrifyingly so. “Benson, I explicitly instructed you to use the slag to drop your loads. I swear to Artemis, if your seed takes-”

Master Benson raised his hands. “Stop! Remember that your Goddess likes to help bring kids into the world, and don’t make any oaths you’ll regret later. Just do us both a favor, go to your class and vent a little, maybe snuff somebody, and then come over to my place for dinner tonight. I’ll treat you to a fresh, home cooked filet. By then you’ll know what’s what, and we can discuss things in a calm, reasonable manner.”

Morgana still looked angry, but she backed down a bit and nodded, lips tight. “Very well. Just don’t go expecting anything if I am pregnant. My days of submission are long gone.”

Now that the tension was starting to ease, Crystal’s Master interjected himself. “Well, I have to say that I hope you two hit it off, despite this incident. Jimmy, Morgana here is the most impressive woman I’ve ever met. Morgana, you should give my buddy a chance. Sure, his Frat background makes him act like an ass sometimes, but he’s sharp like you are, he’s fun to be around, a world class cook, and he’s a loyal friend. He may be casual with the lives of girls he doesn’t know, but I think that if you saw how he is with his Hannah, and other girls he cares about, you’d want him by your side.”

Morgana quirked an eyebrow. “We’ll see. Anyway, I need to get to class. Tell the kitchens to be ready for more deliveries.” The exotic woman headed for the door, but stopped to look down at Crystal. “Feel lucky, slag. If I hadn’t felt him cumming in me, I’d have finished the job on you. Perhaps when I come back with my slave after classes, we can try again.”

Crystal shivered in combined fear and arousal, and then put a bright smile on her face as she crawled over to the men. “May I clean you before you dress, Masters?”

At that moment, Master Benson’s daughter Hannah was hiding in the tree line in sight of t’Sade’s Finishing Academy. She was waiting for some of her friends from Crèche School, who had promised via text messages that they would meet her during their lunch break.

Unfortunately, she was having a hard time sitting still, as her Heat had returned with a vengeance, making her squirm and twitch as she resisted the urge to finger herself.

The amazingly cool and calm Nurse Suezy had already brought herself to a quiet orgasm when they first arrived, showing absolutely zero self-consciousness while doing so. The good-natured woman studied Hannah for a moment, and then sighed and rolled her eyes. “Stop fighting it, girl! I know you were trained with all that prim and proper etiquette crap, but you need to get over it and do what feels natural, or it’s going to bite you in the ass. Besides, if you really want to win over that gorgeous Jennings boy, this isn’t the way to do it.”

Hannah bit her lip and blushed furiously. “Wha-what do you mean? He seemed to like me just fine!”

Suezy snorted. “Yeah, and if you’ll recall, you weren’t acting like this at all. You were practically throwing yourself at him. Now, that’s what he’s going to be expecting next time, and you’d better be used to letting the real you out by then.”

Tears came to Hannah’s eyes. “But…I don’t know who the real me is! I mean, I thought I did when I got up this morning, but now…I-I just don’t know.”

Suezy pulled Hannah in for a motherly hug, even as she guided the confused student’s hands to where they wanted to be. Hannah’s blush deepened as she gave in to her urges and started to work on getting herself off, but she paid close attention to what her new mentor had to say. “Look, sweety, you’re drop dead gorgeous, with a body that’s just made for fucking and a libido that impresses even me. You’re also a natural submissive with a thing for combining humiliation with exhibitionism, and you’ve got a bit of a danger fetish too. You remind me more than a little of myself at your age, so trust me when I say that you’d be sex on heels if you’d just stop repressing all of that. You’ll find you have more control if you go with the current instead of fighting it all the time. And young Master Jennings will most definitely appreciate that.”

Hannah shuddered through a delicious, self-induced cum, and then sighed as she realized that she really did feel more in control now. “Um, well, okay…I can try, but I’m scared. I already know what I want to do when I see him – I want to give him total control, but what if he decides to snuff me? I’ve heard my dad’s stories, so I know what these Frat-boys are like!”

Suezy gave the girl a squeeze. “I won’t lie to you. Odds are, sooner or later, he’ll take it all the way. But isn’t it better to choose to risk it with someone you care about, than to be forced into it by some stranger, or impersonal lottery? My advice? Give yourself to him like you want, and if he does snuff you out, make sure to enjoy every second of it, and go out with a bang.”

“Well, isn’t this the sexiest sight of the day! My, Hannah, if I would have known you swung that way, I’d have bagged you for myself.” Hannah and Suezy looked up, startled by the cheerful voice coming from right next to them. The source of that voice was a perfectly tanned, brightly smiling blond, who was standing next to three other girls. All of them were neatly attired in the t’Sade Academy first year girls’ uniform – short plaid skirts, tuxedo shirts, stockings, and knee high, platform boots made from soft, supple girl-leather. Some were in black and purple, while the rest were in white and purple.

Hannah grinned and scrambled to her feet, and then gave each of the girls a big hug before starting introductions. “Everybody, this is Suezy, Perro High’s Head Nurse. She saved me from being caught up in a pheromone trap. Suezy, these are my four oldest, dearest friends. Ashley, or Ash as we prefer,” pointing to the blond, dressed in white & purple, who waved in a silly fashion, “Isobel, but we just call her Bell,” this was a dusky girl with big, dark eyes, pouty lips and endless legs in black & purple, “Natalie, or Nat,” a pretty but serious looking brunet in white & purple, who shook Suezy’s hand, “and finally Rachel, or Rache.” This last one was a friendly girl in black & purple, whose brown hair had blond highlights.

Suezy was curious. “How come all of you have a nickname, but Hannah doesn’t?”

Ash shrugged. “She’s always been the captain of our strange little crew, kept us together and on the straight and narrow. Our group didn’t lose a single girl until our Coming of Age Lotto, and maybe we wouldn’t have even lost Tam if Hannah had been there. You gotta respect that. We do have nicknames for her, just not the same kind.”

Hannah blushed, but was beaming as she turned back to her friends. “You know you guys would have done fine without me. Really, it looks like you’re doing great here! Anyway, thanks for meeting me, and I’m sorry to be bothering you at school…”

Ash, who seemed to be the spokesperson of the group, pulled Hannah in for another hug. “Oh, don’t be silly! Just because we go to different schools now doesn’t mean we’ve abandoned our fearless leader. Besides, our number one rule was that we’d always stick up for each other! Well, unless you’re on an opposing team or something, can’t help that really. Anyway, Rache filled me in on all the details, and we’ve come up with some ways to help out…um, Bell, you go first.”

The tall beauty handed Hannah and Suezy two small vials, one for each. When she spoke, it was with a very sexy accent. “These are special Magic Juice doses I got from my father. They are not legal here, so use them now and dispose of those vials. For the next day or so, no embryo will attach to your uterus, so no pregnancy worries. You will still be in Heat, it may even be stronger, so you must still be careful!” She carefully watched as the pair of vials were dutifully consumed and disposed of, and then she nodded with a small smile. “Good! I must go now before the other cheerleaders miss me. Eating together is mandatory.” With an apologetic look, she turned and headed back towards the school.

Now Rache came forward with a pair of inhalers, which she handed off. “These aren’t entirely kosher either, but it’s more of a social taboo than anything legal. It blocks male pheromones from triggering your libido, for about five minutes a hit. Be judicious, there isn’t much there. Since you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, I’d recommend saving this for when you are around dangerous men or games. You know, the kinds of risks that a girl in Heat has trouble resisting. Unless you’re Ash, in which case you don’t even need to be in Heat.”

Ash mockingly shook her fist at Rache. “Better watch it, or I might just ambush you during swim practice, see how sexy you look when you bubble!” By the grins on the pair’s faces, this was standard friendly banter for them. “Okay, off with you then! You don’t have an all day pass, and I don’t want Miss Sadie hanging you before I get to drown your sorry ass.”

Rache stuck her tongue out at Ash. “Yeah, yeah, promises, promises!” Her smile faded. “Hannah, these two are about to do something really, really stupid. Try to talk some sense into them. Ash, Nat, just in case…you know I love you guys, right?”

The three girls shared another hug, while Hannah looked on in confusion and growing alarm. Finally Ash broke the hug and shoved Rache towards the school. “We love you too, babe. We’ll see you in the morning, really. Now, scoot!”

Rache paused to give Ash a lingering, sweet kiss, and then took off running, tears in her eyes. Hannah turned to the remaining pair with a suspicious look. “Okay, out with it. And don’t try to minimize it! Rache getting that upset kind of clues me in that this isn’t one of your normal stunts.”

Ash waved her hand negligently while Nat looked down and shuffled her feet. “Oh, posh! She just doesn’t understand. I mean, sure, it’s risky, but it’s not stupid!” Hannah just stared at her. “Look, I got my dad to call the school and say that he needed Nat and I the rest of the day, and he sent a driver for us. We’ll meet him down the road in a few minutes.”

Hannah sighed. “And?”

“And, well, when we get to your place, Nat and I are going to wait for your dad in his playroom. And you’re going to set us up in some sexy bondage, so we make a pretty picture for him.”

Hannah gaped at her friends for a moment in shock, and then got pissed. “WHAT? Of all the stupid, harebrained, suicidal-”

Ash stepped up to Hannah and placed a hand on each side of her face, gazing into her eyes. “NO! This isn’t about suicide; it’s about survival! Don’t you get it? Nat and I, we just aren’t geniuses like the rest of you. Honestly, our grades are getting close to lethal. That’s why we’re in the white uniforms. Even if we somehow squeak our way through two years at this place, we’ll never pass the Citizen’s Test, no way, and we wouldn’t last a week at University. This is the safest way we could figure out to avoid snuffing it at school or some family picnic.” Hannah still looked doubtful. “Hannah, we know your dad is looking out for a couple of sweet young things to fill out his pool of wives, and we fit that bill. We also know that he lets his wives live good, full lives before he snuffs them, and he spoils them like crazy. Seems like a pretty good deal to us.”

Hannah sighed – she could see the sense in that, but… “Ash, Nat…I don’t think you understand what happens in that room. My dad, he was in a Frat, where he picked up all sorts of nasty habits when it comes to girls, habits that he hides from the public and his wives. That room, that’s where he indulges himself, lets it all out. He’s very creative, and has lots of unusual toys, thanks to his business. He doesn’t know it, but I’ve seen what’s left of the girls that he’s taken in there, and it wasn’t pretty.”

Nat’s face was pale, but she seemed resolute. Ash just gave Hannah a quick kiss and gave her an imploring look. “I know all about it, sweety. He had my big brother over a few times, and I heard all about it. I also found out that he’s only that way with throwaway girls, ones he doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know. Nat and I, he’s watched us growing up with you, helped us out with homework, school plays, all that. He came to our Coming of Age Ceremony, and we could see that he was tempted, really tempted by us. I just know that, if he does snuff one or both of us in there, he’ll make it good for us, the same way he makes it so bad for those others. We’ve talked it over, like, a lot, and you know, we’re pretty comfortable with that.”

Hannah sighed and tenderly caressed Ash’s hair. “Alright, you win. I sure am gonna miss you guys, though.”

At that moment, Brandy Collins was having some serious wardrobe issues. “Ow! Curses, it hurts too much to put my panties on, let alone these pants!” She was having this issue due to the bruises and welts on her ass and elsewhere, given to her during her punishment fucks by Gussy. She had derived a certain perverse enjoyment from the experience at the time, and still felt strangely proud of how well she had handled it, but now she was dealing with the uncomfortable aftermath.

Her cousin Erin grinned at her from where she was staring at her own pile of clothes. “I thought that might be the case. Thanks for being my guinea pig.” Brandy stuck her tongue out at her. “I guess there’s no other solution. Gussy, I think I remember you telling me you have a closet full of clothes from the dead girls, right?”

Her – their – boyfriend looked up from where he was cleaning the tables the girls had just been released from. “Da…yes. That one. Do not be worried, they are all cleaned.”

Erin and Brandy walked over to where he was pointing. The ‘closet’ was huge; the clothes all hung up and organized by sizes. Erin gave a low whistle. “Wow! Gussy, what in Hades are all these for?”

“Many things. Wardrobe for plays, emergency clothing for students, dressing preserved girls for displays…take what you need, it will not be missed.”

Erin grinned and held up a strapless, black lace merry-widow with half cups and garters. “Hey Red, find a loose skirt that matches this, I dare you to wear it!”

Brandy rolled her eyes, somehow not succumbing to her usual blushes. “Right, and have these…monsters on my chest flopping about in everyone’s faces. Try again.”

Erin frowned and walked up to Brandy, still holding the merry-widow. She reached out and lightly caressed the redhead’s full breasts, drawing a gasp from her. “Red, babe, these tits aren’t your enemies. From now on, I want you to think of them as your best friends, because when Gussy and I are playing with them, they will be. So what if people stare at them? Shit, they should be, they’re fucking works of art! Now, put this on while I find the rest of your outfit. No arguing now, or I’ll have Gussy get out the cane.”

Brandy was not at all comfortable with this, but she trusted her cousin’s judgment, especially after being brought here. Sighing, she slid the garment on while the other girl rummaged around. By the time Erin returned, Brandy had discovered that the half cups weren’t a bad idea, as they didn’t press in on the spots on her breasts that had been abused, but they still supported and lifted them very nicely.

Erin held up a short, very low cut, silky black dress, sheer black stockings, and some black fuck-me pumps. “Here’s the rest. Get dressed while I find something for myself. I want us to look as sexy as our man makes us feel.”

Brandy smiled and did as she was told. The dress was another perfect choice, as it fell and flowed around her body so lightly that she felt no irritation at all. The shortness worried her a bit, however, as she was acutely aware of her lack of panties.

She was in the process of trying to get used to the tall heels when Erin appeared in an airy little summer dress, white and so thin that the silhouettes of her nipples were clearly visible. She was also wearing a pair of fuck-me pumps, only in white. “Right, now for the finishing touches!” She led them over to the tables, and dug around in her bag until she came out with makeup and hair products.

Ten minutes later, she finished and led Brandy to a mirror. What she saw there made her jaw drop. Two absolutely stunning creatures were before her, looking ready to go drive men mad. They simply oozed sexuality, and she felt – and saw – her nipples hardening in response.

Erin had started off smirking, but soon the picture they presented started to get to her too. She turned to Brandy, breathing hard, and pulled her face down for a hard, passionate kiss. Brandy was shocked at first, but she was too turned on to resist as they pressed together, grinding their thighs between each other’s legs. They were getting worked up enough that it was just a matter of time before they hit the floor, but then the door buzzed.

Panting, the pair broke apart as a beaming Gussy went to check the door. A moment later he opened it for a cute, shy looking blond, who he escorted over. “My ladies, please be introduced to Koika, one of my sisters at this school. She is very good chess player. Very smart girl. Koika, these are my girls, Erin and Brandy. I am most serious about them.”

The new girl had a beatific smile on her face as she greeted them with a hug, seeming to get over her shyness in her excitement. She then turned to hug her brother’s arm as if it offered her more than just physical support. “Oh, brother, they are exquisite! I like them already.” She turned back to them. “I would like to spend time with you later, but for now you have little time to reach your classes. Perhaps you can come to our home after school? Yes, of course you must. I insist.” Her words were direct, but they were spoken with such sweetness that the cousins were unable to resist.

Mumbling a few words about calling home for permission, the newly attired duo waved goodbye and grabbed their stuff. The girl was right; they would be hard pressed to get back to class in time, especially in their new, impractical heels.

“Son, I’d like you to take Patty there into the Master Bedroom and give her a good seeing to. She needs it, and to be honest, I’d like to finally have some grand-babies running around the house.” Bradley Collins gave his father a surprised look. Randal just smiled back. “Look, I know you’re planning on startin’ a family with li’l Bethany, and I heartily approve, but Patty just got dosed with Bull pheromones, while your sweet-heart ain’t gonna be available for a few years. Don’t worry, Patty’ll take good care of ‘em, and I promise I won’t snuff her until you have a Crèche and wives of your own.”

Now Patty looked surprised, and excited. Bradley could understand why – a promise of safety like that was unheard of in the Collins household. He had always been inordinately fond of the woman, even before they started fucking, and he just couldn’t deny the blooming joy in her eyes. Besides, his Bethany was spending time with her friends in the Crèche (she was staying overnight), and he was in need of a little relief himself. That didn’t mean that he was going to be anything but casual about it with his father. “Sure thing, Pops. It’s probably a good idea for me to start trying for a boy as soon as possible anyway. You never know how long it’ll take. Just curious, though…is that why you had the breeding bench put out?”

Randal guffawed. “Nah, that there’s for tryin’ out a neighbor girl, might buy her at the girls’ C.o.A. – Ellen’s gonna be the main course, so I’m thinkin’ I’ll pick her replacement from the girls there. This one, her sister just bought it this morning out back, caught by some Hunter, and her old man’s keen on findin’ a safe family to park her in. Keen enough that he’s bribing me with a pre-ceremony fuck. Couldn’t turn that down, no sir. It’s her first time, though, and she’s a tiny thing, so we figured the bench would be a good idea. Just wish she hadn’t finished her fertile time – a girl in first Heat, man, that’s a wild ride.”

Bradley blushed and grinned at his father. “Yeah, tell me about it. One night Scarlet had her friend Kate over, and they both went into first Heat at the same time. They say it’s common with girls that spend a lot of time together. Anyway, I got mauled. Still have a few scars from that. I’m just glad they were up for anal, or you’d have had those grand-babies a bit early.” Bradley’s grin got bigger as his father whistled, obviously impressed by his two-for-one and self-control. “So, which family are we talking about here?”

“The Andersons. Brandy’s pal, that Mouse girl, she got strangled and field dressed in sight of the house. I was pretty pissed, but that Hunter, he was alright, offered to give me first dibs on any potential milkers he catches – well, after he gets his use outta them. Anywho, her sister Nicky is the one that’s available. Not much to her, so I’m inclined to shop around some more…say, why don’t you and your Bethany try her out, see if she’s more your type.” Bradley opened his mouth to protest, but stopped when his father held up his hand. “No, not for a wife, can’t afford that. But seeing as how you’ve gone and made Ellen and her girls so happy today, I’m thinking that it’s time you had yourself your first slave-girl. I’m sure your apartment could use some daily cleaning, and you’re gonna need a bed-warmer while you wait for your lady.”

Bradley stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Well, you do have a point. Let me take care of Patty, and then I’ll run the idea by Bethany. By then you should be done with the girl. One thing, though…we’ll be using my bed, and I don’t want her to know about the slave thing yet. Coming of Age is supposed to be a happy time, and I’m not going to ruin it for her and have that resentment hanging over things.”

Randal nodded sagely. “Just what I was thinkin’. ‘Sides, if ya don’t like her, she might still be the best pick at the A.o.C. Now, I’m gonna go ahead and give the P’s the jumpstart shot of my new adult T&A hormone mix, so you just go make some babies with my wife before she decides to tie you up and have her way with you.”

Bradley followed his father’s orders, blushing as he wondered what his domineering father would think if he knew his obedient Patricia really did like to tie him up…

Crissy Tanner was dealing with her own rope issues at that moment, as she wrapped her legs around Coach Grubb’s thick waist and used them to keep the slick noose around her neck from digging in any deeper. Her breath wasn’t completely cut off, but she wasn’t have an easy time of it. Nonetheless, the bucking and shuddering in her lithe body as she rode him was only partially due to asphyxia.

The cautious student had never understood the appeal of risky sex, until now. The euphoria from oxygen deprivation, the coach’s brutally callous handling of her, and of course the terrifying thrill of knowing that this could very well be her final experience, all of it was combining to bring her to climax after climax.

It didn’t help any that the noose kept her head turned just enough to give her a clear view of her new lover writhing amongst a crowd of whooping football players. Tiffany was riding one jock, while another rode her ass and a third did his best to cock-strangle her. The pageant winner’s body was heaving and jerking between them, her face red as her eyes started to flutter and roll up, but still the cheer-captain was doing her best to co-operate in the brutal gangbang.

Suddenly the Coach grunted and ground his crotch into hers, triggering another orgasm. She could feel his oversize member twitching inside her, and she knew that he was cumming. She was still cumming herself when he withdrew and pulled her legs from around him. As he stood back to watch her truly hanging, she started to kick wildly, panic and, strangely enough, a renewed orgasm stealing away all of her reason. She had just enough awareness to note that her air-dance had brought off Tiffany’s face-fucker before he had taken things too far. After that, everything was a blur of terror, pleasure and the surprisingly delightful helplessness of trying to free her tied hands and failing.

Suddenly she could breath again, as the Coach’s large hands wrapped around her waist from behind and easily lifted her. She could feel his cock-head pressing against her anal sphincter as he breathed in her ear. “That’s enough dancing practice for now. I’ll let you get some more after I break in this cute little ass. Say thank you by squeezing me tight now, and I might stop the boys from giving your girlfriend a real skull-fucking.” He then thrust himself into her brutally, without lube.

Her heart was hammering in her chest from her partial asphyxiation, the agony in her ass, and sudden fear for her lover. Even as she felt a liquid that must have been her blood dribbling down the back of her thighs, she pushed away the pain and focused on Tiffany, who was now face up in a new sandwich, her third partner holding her head steady as he teasingly poked her closed eyes with his cock. The girl wasn’t so co-operative now, thrashing between the other jocks as she screamed and begged for her life.

Crissy knew what she had to do. She concentrated hard on using the unpracticed muscles in her ass to milk his cock, while she rotated her hips and humped back at him. Forcing more air past the constriction of her noose, she grunted at the coach. “Fuck…my…ugh…ass…harder…and snuff me…unh…if you…want…just save…my Tiff…”

The Coach chuckled evilly. “Can’t deny a lady, now can I!” He pulled down hard on her waist, cutting off her air once more and burying his cock in her suddenly spasming ass. She started to kick her legs out in front of her as she jerked and shuddered, but she was relieved when the Coach whistled to his players and told them to take things down a notch. Just in time, too, as Tiffany’s cries had become increasingly shrill and the cock in her face had been pressing pretty hard into her eye.

Crissy’s vision was starting to gray and tunnel, but the last thing she saw clearly was Tiffany taking that cock into her mouth, and she was satisfied. Heat blossomed in her crotch as the Coach fingered her clit, and she came once more, clamping down on his cock painfully even as she lost the strength to move her limbs. She was still awash in the pleasure as she felt her bladder let go, and then she felt nothing more…

Until she awoke to a fresh, even more powerful orgasm, her airway delightfully unrestricted. She gasped and writhed, completely unaware of anything other than the pleasure in her loins and lungs. Eventually she calmed enough to look up from where she was curled on the ground. Standing over her, concerned looks on their faces, were Tiffany and a chocolate skinned woman that she recognized as the swim and cheer coach.

“Wha…what happened…” Her voice came out as a croak, and it hurt her throat. She massaged her neck as the pair helped her to sit up.

The cheer coach looked irate. “What happened was that I came down here to set up a meeting with Tiffany here, and found her screaming for them to let the new cheerleader down. I almost didn’t get to you in time, you came within seconds of snuffing it.” She turned on an amused looking Coach Grubb with a snarl. “Don’t think this is funny, asshole. The school board isn’t going to be too happy with you when they find out you tried to do an unauthorized cheer-snuff, and let your goons give the first year cheer-captain a black eye.”

Grubb scowled. “Whatever, bitch. They’ll be fine with whatever I do, long as we have a winning record.”

The much smaller woman got right in his face. “Yeah, well Hooters is putting up the cash for these girls now, and I don’t think they want their investment wasted like this. Don’t expect to be welcomed there anymore.”

The ruddy-faced man cursed under his breath, and then shrugged. “Okay, Colleen, you got me there. Go ahead and take the cunts, I’m letting them go early as an apology.”

Smiling now, Colleen got on her tiptoes to kiss the man. “There, now was that so hard? Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later, old man.” Grubb’s smile came back as the cheer coach rejoined them and helped to get a very confused Crissy on her feet. “Come on ladies, I could use your help modeling the new uniforms at the Hooters. We’ll eat there…” [/size]

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[size=12pt]“Gods, did you see what Toby did to poor Trixie? I mean, she was his sister, and really nice! How cold is that?” Beth Jennings listened to her friend Mary babbling away in her usual breathless manner, and had to repress a shudder. Her friends probably hadn’t noticed, but she had been only a few feet away when the handsome, dangerous boy from the second year had murdered his sister, just to get his rocks off. She had been so close because he had propositioned her just minutes beforehand, while she had been busy resetting the Kate Machine, and she had been about to take him up on his offer. [i:3otnovp3]That could have been me lying there all used and broken[/i:3otnovp3], she thought, and a thrill of horror and arousal went up her spine. What was it about that boy that made her so willing to throw her promising young life away for a cheap thrill? Whatever it was, she knew that the next time he asked her anything, she’d say yes.

Shaking her head to dispel that dangerous train of thought, the curvy, auburn haired beauty pushed open the door to the office area ladies room. It was basically the official restroom of ‘the Geek Squad’, the group of friends that she and Mary belonged to. They liked it because none of the popular students, or the teachers for that matter, used it unless they had to, due to the proximity of the Principal’s Office. Beth and her crew had no such qualms, given that they were all very bright students that were favored by the school staff. Of course, it didn’t hurt any that Beth was the Principal’s eldest surviving and most promising daughter.

Idly wondering what her father would have done if it had been her with the snapped neck – [i:3otnovp3]crud, thinking about that cursed Toby again![/i:3otnovp3] – Beth didn’t notice anything amiss until she heard Mary gagging and crying out in alarm. Brought back to earth, she immediately noted that the room reeked of urine and vomit, and then she noticed the small figure hunched sadly in the far corner.

Fighting back the urge to puke, Beth went with her natural inclination to help and approached the girl, who was covered in piss and the most likely source of the puddle of vomit next to her. As she neared, the girl raised her head and seemed to look through them, her voice sounding weak and numb. “My-my Mistress wishes…can I…can I be your toilet slave?”

Beth recoiled in disgust, and then her eyes widened in shocked recognition. Unconcerned about her attire, she knelt and pulled the trembling girl to her. “Karen? By the gods, what’s happened to you? Why are you doing this?”

Karen’s eyes slowly trained on Beth’s face, and she smiled sadly. “You missed it. I fucked up, and now I belong to Miss M. Then I fucked up again, and this is my punishment…” As if a dam had broken, she started to babble nonstop. “Kill me! Please, please kill me! I can’t, I tried, after the last one, I put my head in the toilet but it didn’t work, and I don’t have any clothes to hang myself with, but hey, you could do it, just hold my head until I stop moving, and move me back out here, and they’ll think it was an accident, you won’t get in-”

Not knowing what else to do to stop the flood of terrible words, Beth leaned back and slapped Karen, hard. The smaller girl looked at her in shock for a moment, and then buried her head in Beth’s ample bosom. Feeling helpless, she murmured to the distraught girl and rocked her gently. “Shhh, it’ll be alright. No more piss, I promise. We’re the Geek Squad, remember? You always stuck up for us, and now it’s our turn.” She looked up at Mary, who was still standing in the doorway, eyes wide and hand over her mouth. “Sweety, grab the out of order sign from the closet, put it on the door, and go outside to text the others. I want one of us in here with Karen at all times. And don’t let anyone get by you until I come out.”

Now that she had a mission, Mary’s shock and general aura of flightiness dissipated in favor of a razor sharp focus. She straightened up and firmly nodded her understanding, and then went about following Beth’s orders.

As soon as they were alone, Beth guided a pliant, shell-shocked Karen to the sinks. She started running the water, and then cursed the lack of towels and uselessness of the air-dryer for the task before her. Sighing, she pulled off her shirt and poured some liquid soap on it before soaking it in the water. After wringing it a little to get some good suds going, she gently used it to wash the foul mess from the girl that she had so looked up to all semester.

It broke her heart to see the normally strong, cheerful girl in this state, yet at the same time, rubbing her small yet well developed curves like this was getting her a bit worked up. Ignoring that for the moment, she finished with Karen’s body and bent her over to work on her hair. As she worked, she softly sang a random song, partly to soothe her charge, but mostly to stop the fantasies that were trying to direct her hands in inappropriate directions. She didn’t even notice that it was a song about two girls making love.

Finally finished, she pulled Karen back up and combed out her hair with her fingers. After a moment, she looked into the mirror and saw that Karen was staring at her with a burning hunger, a hunger that she realized was mirrored in her own eyes. Karen’s voice was soft, but for the first time had some of its assurance back. “Beth, your clothes all need washed. Take them off for me. Please.”

Sharing a little smile with her recovering hero, Beth did as she was asked…

Meanwhile, in Pleasantville, Ruby Tuesday was walking home, idly rubbing her stomach and imagining it growing large and round with her adopted daddy’s babies. She was taking a roundabouts route to her home, so that she could stop into the McDolcett’s and use their restroom – their toilets were equipped to test urine for pregnancy.

She desperately hoped that her tag would be updated with a positive result, that she would see it turn pink, or even blue – just as she hoped that this would be what she needed to talk her daddy into marrying her. She knew that he would be stubborn about it, telling her about how he named his girls after songs, so that their names would be harder to trace to him. He’d say it was too risky, but she didn’t care. She loved the big, gruff detective more than anything else, and she’d happily die for the chance to be his.

Lost in her reverie, Scarlet didn’t notice that she was being followed until the moment that she was grabbed. She didn’t even get a chance to grasp what was happening. She just felt a sharp prick in her neck, and then she was falling into darkness…

Jamie weakly humped her spit as she lazily turned over a hot bed of coals. The pain of her seared skin was mostly gone now, the nerves cooked and deadened, but the pleasure remained. She could smell herself roasting, and the delightful scent helped the delirious girl to renew her energy a little, enough to writhe a bit more effectively. She was almost out of time, she was going to die, all alone except for the busy cooks, but she was okay with that, as long as she got one last cum before the end.

She could feel the climax approaching, slowly building up with a power behind it that was almost terrifying. Her heart was starting to stutter, it was taking too long, she started to panic, as she just knew that she was going to die on the verge of something amazing, and then one of the cooks poked her breasts with a long fork.

The dam broke, just as her heart gave out. Her eyes rolled into her head, and she went into convulsions as the sweetest, most profound pleasure she had ever felt swept her soul from her roasted body…[/size]

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[quote author=lens link=topic=1563.msg7176#msg7176 date=1327045065] Shadowkeeper: Somehow when I added the odd face to the above post it erased this part of it: I must apologize because I have no complaints about this latest episode of this fine, very enjoyable story. Please keep up the good work. Thanks and best wishes. lens [/quote]

[color=blue:34slbh1m][size=12pt]No problem, I figured that was the case! Thank you, and worry not, I’m about 1/3 of the way through the outline for episode IV, which is pretty speedy, so it won’t be long (relatively speaking) before a new installment is ready.[/size][/color:34slbh1m]

[quote author=t’Sade link=topic=1563.msg7179#msg7179 date=1327110946] Oh! Yummy! I loved the hanging anal sex scene, that was hot, but so was the rest of it. I was curious what the breeding table was like, I could almost imagine it as a gyno table, but tilted down to keep the cum pooled in her pussy. Is that close?

Regardless, lovely and hot. [/quote]

[color=blue:34slbh1m][size=12pt]I’m glad you liked Crissy’s hanging - I was hoping that the close call mechanic wasn’t getting old, as I like it when the reader can never quite be sure if a character is going to snuff it or not, and at any rate it’s a nice way of having fun with these scenarios without having a bloodbath for a story.

You are pretty on the mark regarding the Breeding Benches. Take a gyno table, make the height & tilt adjustable, add arm restraints and a head restraint that allows for the neck to be bent as needed, and add restraints to the leg props. Throw on a girl in Heat, and you’re all set! 8)[/size][/color:34slbh1m]