Cunt Community College

by Steven Seven

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Fa/ft, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, DomSub, MaleDom, White Male, White Female, Anal Sex, Analingus, Lactation, Oral Sex, Big Breasts, Public Sex, Small Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The Master possesses a hidden trans-dimensional planet customized into his personal paradise. He owns everything and everyone in it, including hundreds of female sex slaves. This story looks at life in one of the villages there, including the Cunt Community College where his 18-19 year old teenaged sex slaves are trained. For more about the Master's domain, see my serial "Welcome to My World" and the many short stories set in the MASTER'S WORLD Universe.


The Master possesses a hidden trans-dimensional planet customized into his personal paradise. He owns everything and everyone in it, including hundreds of female sex slaves. This story looks at life in one of the villages there, including the community college where his 18-19 year old teenaged sex slaves are trained. For more about the Master’s domain, see my serial “Welcome to My World” and the many short stories set in the MASTER’S WORLD Universe.

I enjoy owning women. Ever since I attained the power to exert complete, irreversible mind control, I’ve taken great pleasure in collecting women. I free their minds of sadness, loneliness and confusion, replacing their former state with a pattern of personality, force of motivation and heart’s desire of my own choosing. I grant them sunny happiness, comfort them with my dominating presence, and love them through and through. Even my hardness, my domination, and the brutal force of my desire give them only joy and satisfaction in serving me. Once a woman slips under my control, she no longer has even the slightest will to resist. She lives to serve me. I own her, body and soul. She knows it, and acknowledges it as fact. She wants nothing more than to be owned by me. To serve me. To be used by me. To act only in accordance with my pleasure, no matter what I demand of her. No act is beneath her. Nothing is taboo. She thanks me for everything I say to her and everything I do to her, or make her do for me. She loves, worships, and adores me. She is my precious, beloved mind slave forever.

Come with me now on a little trip. We are going to walk around my harem.

My Harem, My World

In a very private location that looks like earth but is not earth, there is large, enclosed communal society consisting of several small villages and one small city. This community is in a picaresque region that looks exactly like the San Francisco Bay Area, but with hardly any signs of human habitation except for what my robots built for my exclusive use. Hidden security systems of many types monitor everything inside, and outside, this community. Within this community is one particular village I want to show you. It consists of a host of buildings, large and small. It’s a very small village, really, in terms of population. The village is completely self-sufficient in every way. The village is populated by many beautiful women—my sex slaves—and me. This is village is one part of my harem, within my private world. I simply refer to the entire planet as My World.

This village within My World is not like some rich man’s vacation home. It is a functional mini-society, with housing, dining facilities, shops, work places, schools, entertainment facilities, a complete medical facility, and a place of worship. The women and girls who live there are not odalisques, reclining at their leisure. They serve me by doing work I assign them, by studying and developing new skills, and by maintaining their health and fitness so that I might enjoy their delectable bodies for my carnal pleasure all the more. My World is like a bee hive, except that instead of a queen bee at the center, there is me, a king. I am the Owner of everything and everyone in My World. I am the Master of my domain and everyone in it.

Let’s take a walk around. We’ll begin from just inside the front entrance to the village. Ahead of us, the road and adjacent walking paths spit left and right into the great circle than encompasses the whole place. At the place where the road splits, a central walking path begins. It leads to the central plaza. Let’s go there.

Tree, shrubs and flowering plants are scattered throughout the village. Areas of lawn are here and there, as well. Fountains large and small burble near many of the buildings, with the largest being in the central plaza, a square area surrounded by buildings. Young women of striking beauty are everywhere. Most of them are blondes. Some are redheads. A very few are brunettes. Because that’s what I prefer. And, yes, this is all about me! Whatever I want, I have in this place of my fulfillment.

The women are dressed in beautiful, sexy clothing of my choosing. Look over there. There’s a buxom young blonde woman wearing a skimpy halter top and skin tight yoga shorts. Her face and figure are the kind that would stop traffic and make men drool. She’s bending over the fountain, cleaning out the fallen leaves using a net on a pole. She’s no more than 19 years old. Her golden hair is tied back in a pony tail. As she leans over the fountain, it becomes apparent that she’s braless. The bottom portions of her large but firm young breasts peak out of her shirt. As she bends lower to reach for a leaf, her thin shorts reach deeper into the space between her butt cheeks. There is no visible panty line, since she’s not wearing any.

I walk up behind her. She notices my shadow, and half turns her head to see who might be approaching. As soon as she sees it’s me, she almost loses her balance. Steading herself against the fountain with one hand, she raises the other high in the air for counterbalance, dropping her net as she does so. She rises to full standing and places her hands under her breasts, cupping them from below as if she were holding two melons of unusually large size, presenting them to me. Her eyes are wide with respect and a hint of fear that she might not be doing something just right. “Good morning, Master” she says with the smile of a devoted servant. “Shall I bare my breasts for their rightful Owner?”

“Yes” I reply. She pulls her shirt off over her head. I take one of her breasts in hand and bounce it up and down, enjoying its heft. As I do the same with the other breast. I ask “Are you taking good care of my tits, bitch?” Even though I know her name, I usually prefer to use the affectionate term “bitch” for all of my women. Except when I’m calling them names even more degrading and fun.

“Oh, yes Master” she answers eagerly. “I keep them clean and have them checked at the clinic on schedule. The doctors think I’ll be ready for forced lactation soon. I look forward to making milk for you, Master” she says with a sunny smile, eyes big and bright as the blue sky above.

I smile and put one hand around her waist, pulling her close. I kiss her passionately, pushing my tongue into her willing mouth. I feel her body relax and melt against mine as she wraps her arms around my neck. I stop kissing her. “Stand on the edge of the fountain, bitch” I command her. “I want to suck your tits.”

She gives me a happy, languid smile. “Oh, yes Master!” Then she climbs up as I instructed. Her magnificent breasts are now at face level. I press them together, rubbing my face between them, kissing and licking and nibbling. She moans with pleasure. I suck her nipples. Bite them. Squeeze her tits like ripe fruit. Then I suck each one hard, one last time, before saying “OK bitch. Pull your pants off. Then get down on your knees and suck.”

Her joy cannot be contained. “Really, Master? It’s not even my turn until next month. Thank you, Master. You’re so good to me. I’m not worthy of this great honor.”

All round us, women have stopped what they were doing to watch. Many of them have bared their own breasts, which they fondle while putting their hands up skirts or down pants to get between their legs and finger themselves. A few women did not do these things, however, because they were on special assignment from me. These women waited to see what I would do with the buxom young blonde. As soon as they heard me order the blonde bitch to her knees, these servant women rushed forward with a mat for the young woman to kneel on. Then they stepped back to await further orders from me.

The young blonde climbs down from the edge of the fountain. She pulls down her skimpy pants so that she’s completely naked. She kneels before me. I take out my dick and she immediately begins sucking. I let her display her skills for a while, to judge how much she’s learned since she last blew me. My women are in continual training to hone their oral skills. They begin their training from much earlier in their lives, practicing with replicas of my penis, even before the girls are delivered to me at age 14.

This blonde beauty was good before today, but she’s even better now. To reward her exemplary service, I grab her head with both hands and begin gag-fucking her. The sounds of her gagging and choking fill the plaza. Other women nearby watch in admiration and envy at what I am doing to the young bitch. The gaze at me vigorously face-fucking her and wish they were in her place.

I shove my cock deep in her throat and hold it there until her face turns red. Then I hold her a little longer. Tears are streaming down her face. Finally I release her and she nearly falls backward. Streamers of drool and spit are hanging from her mouth. She gasps for air. Then she bends her head forward to start sucking me again. I put my hand on her forehead and stop her.

“That’s all for now, bitch” I say. “Good job. You’re a worthy piece of meat. I love you, bitch.”

She looks up at me. Her angelic face is framed by the golden hair that fell to her shoulders when I held her head and skull-fucked her. Blue eyes wide but teary, a look of unfathomable gratitude suffuses her gorgeous face. Even though I did not reward her with a load of cum, she is still enormously grateful that I had let her suck my dick, and I even took the trouble to gag-fuck her. She sniffles a bit, then wipes a tear from her eye. “You’re so good to me, Master.” She stammers “I-I-I don’t know how I can ever repay you for how good you treat me, a worthless bitch.” Then she bends down and begins kissing my feet over and over, the drool from her recent gag-fucking now trickling down on my fee.

“You’re a good bitch” I repeat. “Get up now.”

She stands up unsteadily. I hug and kiss her, fondling her breasts the whole time. Then I reach one hand down between her legs and the other behind her. I bend a little so I can reach her pussy and ass, putting a finger in each. I work my fingers inside as I suck on her breasts. Her body quivers. She lets out an ecstatic moan. With one finger inside her cunt, I rub her clit with my thumb. With the other hand, I shove my finger in deeper in her ass. And I bite her tits harder.

“Oh, Master” she cries out, “may I cum? Please, Master, may I? I know I am not worthy. Please let this unworthy bitch cum, Master. I beg you, Master!”

“Cum, bitch” I command. Her body shivers and shakes in orgasmic joy, with ripples of pleasure rising from bottom to top. A quick succession of pleasure waves wash over her.

Then I pull my fingers out of her pussy and her ass. I stand and raise each the finger, holding it between us. I sniff each for a moment. Then I put both in her mouth. She immediately begins sucking my pair of fingers as if she were sucking my dick.

I smile. “Good bitch” I say. I take my fingers out of her mouth, put my hands around her waist and pull her to me. I kiss her deeply. We embrace one another and kiss for a long moment. Then I pull away and slap her ass, hard. “I’ll see you later, piece of meat” I say with a smile.

She returns my smile as if she had just won the lottery. “Thank you, Master. I love you. I LOVE YOU!”

The women standing around the plaza applaud and cheer. I wave to them all, turning to each side of the plaza, where small crowds of slaves had gathered to watch. “Now get back to work, bitches” I say with a smile and a wink.

“Yes, Master” they say in unison, like a choir of angels.

Let’s continue our tour now. Around the plaza fountain are many flower beds and various kinds of seating. A few trees give shade to tables where food is served from nearby cafes and restaurants. There are no businesses here in the conventional sense. Since I own everything, including the female consumers, I’d only be selling to myself. But I maintain the façade of commerce by giving names to restaurants, shops, and other businesses. On the plaza are the Café de Cunt and the Big Bra restaurant.

On one side of the plaza is a shop with a prominent sign that proudly announces its name in very large lettering: PORN. Beneath that word is the shop’s slogan: World’s Finest Pornography & Sex Toys. The shop has large windows with product displays. Video boxes, sex toys, sex books and magazines are arranged artfully. A few of the products are replicas of items from the world outside. The vast majority of items are our own products, created for our own consumption. The purpose of our home-grown porn is truly educational. I ensure that all of my sexual activity is recorded on video, then suitably edited to create short films of the best moments. Many of my slaves are skilled video editors, others are skilled book editors. I act as executive producer, editor and director, telling them how well each woman I had sex with performed her services to me. My critiques are specific and constructive. This information is included in videos and books. I want every bitch I own to learn the best techniques from the most skillful cunts. Educational pornography is one of the best ways to do that. Plus, it’s a lot of fun!

Educational porn videos and books are not the only way to teach my slaves, however. Let’s continue our tour, and I’ll show you an even more important educational resource. We’ll walk to the left, leaving the plaza and entering a small campus of several buildings. A large sign stands on the campus lawn. The sign features an image of a flower reminiscent of a vagina. Below the flower are the letters C C C. In smaller letters beneath that are the words “Cunt Community College.” My slaves and I call it “Cunt Cum College” or just plain old “Cunt College”. The young women who attend this esteemed institution are called cunt cum collies, or cunties, or collies.

Let’s go inside the main building. More flower paintings adorn the walls. To the left, a sign board lists classrooms for different purposes and the classes taught there. We won’t stop long enough to read them all. But you’ll see these few near the top of the list: Blowjobs 101. Anal Sex 110. Domestic Sex Service 120. Cooking for the Master 130. Family Play: Pseudo-Incest 140. Care and Feeding of Your Tits 150. Beginning Lactation 160. Whores, Prostitutes, and Sex Slaves 170. Deepthroating 180. And on and on. There are many other classes teaching the practical and domestic arts, as well as the full range of sexual techniques and practices. We’ll leave those for another time. Let’s continue the tour.

We walk down the hallway to where the Blowjobs 101 course is taught. Entering the room, we see a dozen naked young women, each a beauty, kneeling before manikins that look like me. Each manikin sports a cock that looks like mine. The women are sucking on the fake cocks. The manikins are arranged in a line along the back wall. On that wall two rows of monitors mounted above and behind each manikin. One line of monitors displays complex graphics of colored shapes and numbers, displaying data about each cock-sucking young woman’s performance. The other line of monitors shows video feeds of the blowjob-giving women from several camera angles. A pair of teachers wearing half-cup bras, garters with stockings, but nothing else, walk up and down the line, carry riding crops. They gaze alternately at the monitors and the young women practicing their fellatio skills. The fake cocks are wired with exquisitely sensitive sensors that measure the cocksucking action of the women sucking on them. That data is sent to computers programmed to measure the output of the sensors and compare it with my preferred types of blowjobs.

Next to each cocksucker, on either side of her head, and on the ceiling above, and in the floor below, automated video cameras record every moment of each blowjob. This data is also processed in the same way as the other data, and displayed on a second row of monitors arrayed along the wall above the first row. The video streams from the cameras show the faces of the women as they suck the fake dicks. Special flashing symbols indicate if the woman has failed to maintain eye contact with the manikin’s face, or has breached some other protocol. In most blowjobs, I want the bitch looking me in the eye. In this case, she would be looking straight into the camera. Smile, bitch!

If a blowjob student makes an error, the teachers can see it immediately by glancing at the monitors, or hearing an alarm go off for especially egregious errors. For small errors, a teacher will bend down and tell the student how to correct herself. For egregious errors, a teacher will whip the young woman’s butt with her riding crop. You’ll notice a couple of butts with whip marks today. Not too bad out a class of twelve.

One of the two teachers notices I am present. “Master!” she says to proclaim my presence. Then she addresses the girls. “Keep sucking cunts and await the Master’s orders.”

I walk to the back of the room and begin my inspection. With my hands behind my back, I walk slowly along the line of kneeling young women. I look at the monitors above them on the wall. The video feeds show the young bitches stealing sideway glances as I walk near them. I watch ten blonde heads and two redheads bobbing up and down on the fake cocks modeled on my own. I pause next to one young woman. I grab one of her breasts with one hand, and then put my other hand on the back of her head. I squeeze her breast and force her head down on the fake dick at the same time. She gags. I smile.

“I think it’s time for a pop quiz, bitches. What do you think, teachers?” I say.

The teachers both nod their heads vigorously. “Yes, Master. Of course, Master.” Then one teacher orders the girls to get up and stand at attention. Meanwhile, the other teacher rolls out a very large chair for me to sit on. I plop down in the chair and whip out my dick.

“OK, bitches” I say. “Each one of you gets to suck me for two minutes. When you’re not sucking me, you’ll be offering me your tits, cunt, or ass. Your teachers will coordinate the action. They know just what to do.”

Sitting in my special chair, I gaze down at the first beautiful young blonde as she takes my dick in her mouth. She looks me in the eye. I smile at the blue-eyed beauty as she begins licking and sucking. I flick a control panel on the arm rest of the chair. A small panel shows me the girl’s name, her previous performance ratings, and her teacher’s comments. A timer counts down the two minutes. It sounds a notice bell at one minute, a 30 second warning, and a 10 second warning. The young bitch hastens her head work at time runs down, doing her best to give me the best blowjob she possibly can. When the final bell rings, I select a rating for her performance on a 1-to-10 scale. The rating is recorded and also displayed on all the room monitors.

While that first bitch was blowing me, four more bitches stand around the chair, two to my left and two to my right. On each side, one bitch bends towards me while holding her tits out for my pleasure and use. I suck tits to the left, and then the tits to the right. On either side other bitches bend the other way, with their bottoms facing me at just a little above the level of the chair arm rests. Their cunts and asses are available if I care to idly finger them, which I do, off and on as a whim moves me.

The teachers hustle the girls along, making sure the transition from one cocksucking bitch to the next is swift and smooth. Blowjob after blowjob after blowjob, the train of cocksucking young cunts chugs along. I could cum at any time, but I am saving that for later. All I want to do with this bunch is to rate their performances. Most of them do very well, scoring 80%-95%. Only blonde one scores a 75%, which is the merely satisfactory level. When she sees her low rating, she hangs her head in shame and begins to weep.

“I’m so, so sorry Master” she says through her sobs. “I’ll stay up all night practicing until I get better” she said while looking at me with pleading eyes “Please don’t send me away!”

She has the looks of a blonde goddess, a movie star, a heart-breaker, a siren who, in the outside world could lure men to their doom, using them and then discarding them at her whim. In my harem world, however, she is on her knees begging me not to toss her aside like yesterday’s garbage.

“I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself next week, bitch” I say with a cruel smile. “But you’d better make the next blowjob a good one, or I’ll kick you out on your worthless ass.”

Her golden eyebrows rise in hope as the corners of her lips arch into a relieved smile. “Thank you, Master!” she says while crawling over to me. “Thank you for giving this worthless cunt another chance.” She begins kissing and licking my feet. I hold up one foot and wiggle my toes. She immediately begins sucking on them.

“OK, that’s enough for now, all you bitches. Get back to your studies. And you” I say, looking down at the bitch who is still sucking my toes “you had better shape up fast.”

With my toes still in her mouth, she mumbles “I will Master! I will! I swear!”

Then I pull my toes out of her mouth. I stand up and walk toward the door as the entire group says “Thank you, Master” and applauds me.

That’s enough of this building. This is only a brief tour of my harem world, so we must be moving on. There is more of Cunt College I want to show you.

Outside, we pass some smaller buildings and soon arrive at the Agriculture Department. This is one of the major parts of Cunt College. We grow much of our own fruit, grains, nuts, and vegetables in my harem world. Several greenhouses stand next the main Ag Dept building. Next door to it is another building without windows. It looks like a factory. In fact, that’s what it is. Inside the building, automated systems grow animal protein without animals. Synthetic meat and fish are produced here without harming any actual animals or fish. The synthetic animal flesh is far superior in taste, texture, and health qualities than any actual animal flesh.

In another building there are classes on basic and advanced home economics. All of my bitches are trained to cook, clean, and serve in a household in the best way. These women are working slaves, after all.

The second largest building of the Ag Dept has a large sign reading Lactation Station. This institution works in collaboration with the medical clinic (located not far from campus) to induce lactation in my sex slaves and harvest their milk.

I get fresh tit milk every day from the many hundreds of lactating breasts of the women I own throughout the living areas My World. I own all tits. And I own every drop of milk that those tits ever produce. I suck milk fresh from some tits every day. But my bitches produce far more milk than I can suck. So milking parlors and breast pumps stations are located throughout my harem world, making it easy for a young woman to pump her milk whenever necessary and possible. I use this milk in my breakfast cereal and morning coffee. Some is turned into butter, cheese, yogurt, and ice cream. All for me. I may share some with my women. But they have no claim on their own tit milk or that of any other bitch, for love or money. When we have an oversupply of tit milk, I often bathe in it.

Let’s go into the main milking parlor in the Lactation Station. It’s located right inside the front door, in the room to the right. Here we see row after row of exceptionally beautiful young women, most of them blondes, with some redheads and the occasional brunette, sitting in recliner chairs with their bare breasts attached to mechanical breast pumps. Some of the women are only naked at the chest. But most are completely nude. They lounge and chat while the pumps extract the precious fluid from their breasts. The milk moves through transparent tubes that run up to a main line extending the length of each row of chairs.

Some of the women doze while their breasts are drained. Others watch porno on personal video monitors while fingering their pussies or using a dildo. Several workers walk up and down the aisles, watching to ensure that the entire process of milk extraction runs smoothly. These workers are dressed in outfits that look like a cross between a nurse and an old fashioned farm girl milk maid, but with very skimpy skirts and lots of cleavage showing. Strolling up and down the aisles there are also strikingly beautiful women, completely nude. They scan the women getting their tits pumped, looking for a raised hand, or a nod of interest. Upon seeing such a signal, the naked woman hurries to the woman who signaled her. She approaches, kneels and begins licking the woman’s cunt.

Each recliner has leg support sections that split in two and can be moved individually. The naked service woman splits the chair, crawls in between the chair legs, giving her has easy access to the cunt of the lactating bitch. She laps at her cunt for as long as the woman wishes. If asked, she will also perform other services.

I watch all of this with great pride. As soon as my presence is noticed by a worker, she announces “Master! We all live to serve you.” All eyes are now on me as I whip out my cock and start walking up and down the rows. The sounds of the breast pumps and the whoosh of breast milk moving through tubes are the loudest noises now. The women gaze at my face with adoration. Then they look at my cock, lick their lips, and open their mouths. They extend their tongues. I pick a few women at random, here and there, allowing each to give me a short suck job while I squeeze their breasts, increasing the flow of milk from their nipples.

Then I find a particular combination of women who appeal to me. Some of them have gigantic breasts of the sort that are a burden for women to carry. In the outside world, such women sometimes submit to breast reduction surgery. In my world, breasts are allowed to be made bigger, but never smaller. Beast reduction is a crime that none of my sex slaves would dare contemplate.

Two of these gigantically endowed women, both blondes, sit next to one another getting their milk pumped out. Near them is another woman, a redhead with snowy white skin. She is not nearly as large-breasted but she has an unusually large and shapely ass. All three women are completely naked. I point to the big-bottomed bitch and command “You, bitch, keep the breast pumps on, get on your knees and present your butt for fucking.” As she follows her Owner’s command, I turn to the bitches with the gigantic boobs. “You two bitches: detach from the pumps and present your udders to me. I want to suck your milky udders while I butt-fuck this fat-assed bitch.”

All three women quickly arrange themselves according to my instructions. The big-bottomed redhead had been stroking her pussy since the moment I entered the room. She spread her butt cheeks. She is ready for me to enter her, because all of my women have been bioengineered to have natural anal lubrication. The blondes with the gigantic tits hold up armloads of breast flesh so that their nipples, still dripping milk, are at my mouth level. I suck their tits, gorging on their warm, fresh breast milk, while I butt-fuck the redheaded bitch’s big ass. Since the giant knocker bitches were feeding me their tit milk, my hands are free to finger their cunts.

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