Bela - Girl Under the Influence

The first week was really hard for all of them, but they took their solace out of the first noticeable changes. All of them had lost several pounds, while their muscle tone has improved visibly.

They wondered sometimes why they seemed to depend so heavily on their supply of pills, but as those colourful assets kept coming, nobody worried too much as the effects were pretty pleasant.

Bela had discussed with Jessi that, beside her deathlike sleep she kept having very vivid erotic dreams. Discussing that matter in the short breaks given, she found out this to be surprisingly common for most of the girls.

Their routine not only continued, but got even harder. Running, swimming and runway Sessions non-stop.

The girls dropped to bed like Zombies. The fact that the bottled water was lazed with some Aphrodisiac did not help. Most nights their hands were busy on their young pussies now.

Bela just managed to give Tyrone some brief calls and her obvious level of anxiety and the lack of focus on the subject got him alerted. But she promised to be carefully and talked him out of the spontaneous visit he suggested.

They were looking forward to their military grade training sessions, as this was the only chance to distract their now constantly horny minds. Whatever they did, their pussies were blazing and they all need to change their soaked panties several times a day.

However nobody seems to wonder or to mind. The girls free will and level of logical thinking was suffering in the hard grip of the now perfectly customized and individual drug supply.

Only Bela, still being fond of Tyrone and vividly remembering his last visit, kept calling home.

Tyrone was shocked how much ‘his’ girl has changed in just three weeks’ time. So while chatting friendly with her, he made plans already to come along and look after her, no matter if she like it or not.

This was the best move he could make, as all cellphones of the girls had been hacked and were working with some spy software that not only provided their position, but transmitted all messages and calls to the central monitoring unit of their camp.

As long as none of the girl were calling for help, anything works to plan, as stripping them of their phones might have made some of the parents just too curious for what was going in.

Week 4

This week the chatting amongst the girls started to wind down. While their nubile bodies learnt their lessons and got tight as a razorblade, their minds drifted into some kind of stupor.

Now constantly horny, some girls started to masturbate as soon as they had a chance to make her hands dive into their crotches. Funny enough, all trainers, photographers and members of the light crew, seem to not notice somehow.

Wednesday they been handed out some very special gear for runway training. Light and cameras are operating already for some reason.

It was a kind of strap-on unit, but pointing inwards. It was rather small hardly more than a finger in girth and length, but with deep circular grooves.

For a few moments the girls just stood and stare while their drugged brains tried to come along. Then the first girl starts balancing on one leg to get rid of their underwear and to get their feet into the right openings of the gear.

Bela saw some girls cumming on the as soon as the tiny protrusion was stuffed up their all too needy twats. Without really thinking she copied the group.

Her soaked panties gone in seconds and the straps worked up her endless legs until the tip touched her labia. This small contact was enough to make her shiver in anticipation and when it plunged in Bela felt her legs buckling, just on the brink of climax already.

The men surrounding them did reveal for the first time to notice this scandalous behaviour. Several cameras were held just inches from the girls enthralled features and their dripping cunts to record this important milestone of their training.

The following night all hands were busy. The girls frigged their insatiable clits madly until the pain in their overworked lower arms made them cry in frustration.

When finally their blankets been removed they looked up with bleary eyes, to find a member of the crew at their bed each.

Instead of wondering, or denying, their lithe legs flew open to let the respective man climb in between.

Belas mind was numb. She need to be fucked, she wants to fuck, but that bloke wasn’t Tyrone. In fact she had no idea for whom she was spreading her legs, but when his rod sunk into her needy folds, it did no longer matter, as she came on the spot...

Once she wound down, she heard the same mantra from all the beds, “Squeeze as hard as possible inside of you” over and over.

Her man kept plunging into her with deep steady strokes and Bela did her best to milk him as hard as possible. The fact that she did climax every other minute was just a bonus...

She had no mental capacity to notice this to be precise training as well. The bloke fucking her, always waited for her max contraction to ever so slowly withdraw. Having nearly peeled his skin off. Once each girl needs to recover they plunged into them with all their power, battering their aching wombs ruthlessly, driving the air from the girls lunges.

There was lewd unashamed moaning all around the house for quite a while. Always interrupted by high pitched squeals and screams each time one of the girls climaxed.

Bela hated herself for fucking like a bitch in heat, but her pussy just ignored her doubts, screamed for more. At least she managed to refrained kissing her rapist back, but turned her head, while he ploughed her shuddering frame.

How should she know that this will give her some even higher doses on some of the drugs to suppress her will later on, as all those details will be captured in her record.

She worked a fragrant shine of sweat as all this clinging and screaming was truly exhausting. Finally Bela felt her womb and cramping without being able to held back the dick as in the beginning.

Her rapist made a mental note of her taste, her smell, her stamina and her attitude. Then his work was done for today and he just freely sated his lust on that helpless sixteen years old body meandering underneath him.

He hammered a short staccato into her pliable young body and finally blast his pent up load.

Bela was glad on one hand when she felt his seed plastered her innards. On the other hand her naughty pussy would have happily accepted several more ‘lovers’.

Her guilty conscience was killing her, while her body just felt sorry it was over.

After this intercourse all girls slept like little sated babies.