Chapter 1

“Don’t mess with it!” Sherel snapped as I tried to better situate the leather leash that was stuffed down the back of the blue medical scrubs I was wearing to hide its presence. She’d opened the car door for me as was appropriate with a look of impatience on her face. I felt self-conscious about the leather collar I was wearing as I meekly followed her up to the front door of a house I’d never been to before. My sisters had been discussing this planned visit but rarely in front of me. Most of what I heard came from conversations held in front of the understairs closet where I was kept.

“Strip,” Sherel commanded as soon as the front door was closed behind us; opened by a silent older man, perhaps in his forties. The man said nothing as I quickly took off my scrubs, and I had to admit to myself, that I felt some relief at being naked again; it had become my natural state, with it there was no question of my status. He made no attempt to hide the fact he was looking me up and down. Again, I was happy about the weight I’d been forced to shed; clearly, he liked what he saw as he took hold of my leash. We both stood there patiently as Sherel walked off.

“Come!” a familiar voice called from an adjacent room, “Trollip—is that what you still call her?”

“Yes, Dr. Klien ... it suits her,” Sherel replied. It was of course Professor Klien calling to me, my Ph.D. advisor and advisor, to some of my sisters, including Sherel. A still attractive older woman, who I’d always thought must have been truly stunning when in her twenties. My sisters and I all believed her to be a closet lesbian.

“Lenard—lead her in here!” came an unfamiliar voice, which I soon learned belonged to Tatania, the owner of the house. Lenard slowly paraded me into the living room without saying more than, “Yes ma’am,” and seemed not at all affected by my humiliation and servitude as I squatted when he brought me to a halt. The vibe I got off him was one of servitude toward Tatania, particularly from the way he was dressed, which was in only a short T-shirt, and very loose-fitting short pants and flip-flops. He obviously had a partial erection, and no underwear on.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly as Dr. Klien leaned forward on the couch to cup both my tits as if such an act was normal here. Her face was close to mine now, and her intense gaze was methodical and clinic, I thought. “Lenard,” she said as she examined me more, “bring us those two Ziplock bags.” The man complied without a word, and I soon saw the contents as Dr. Klien displayed them to Sherel. One contained what looked like several dozen syringes, and the other, several small medical vials of liquid, along with some familiar looking blue pills.

“Twenty CCs of progesterone...” Dr.Klien said as she fished out a vile and handed it to Sherel, who looked happy to receive it, “ ... twice a day,” Dr. Klien added. Tatania then carefully reached in to retrieve one of the Viagra pills, then tossed it to Lenard who scarfed it down without the aid of something to drink.

My heart pounded as Sherel began filling a syringe with the hormone, which I knew the purpose of it. Progesterone could bring on lactation in a girl, and even a man if the effort was made. I’d heard rumors of this plan to induce my tits to produce milk, and hardly flinched when Sherel methodically jabbed the needle into my tit. “Good girl, Trollip,” Sherel said softly with smirk, and I was thankful now that Sherel had taken some nursing classes in the past.

“You’ll have to follow an intense massage regiment,” Dr. Klien said as she began pulling on my nipples, distending my tits to the fullest. “Mmm,” I moaned again, hoping this wouldn’t be interpreted as a complaint. We had an almost intimate relationship with each other, the professor and I; developed over nearly five years while I studied under her. No sexual contact, but nearly everything else. Like an older sister she’d become, and in the past, I’d been accused by my sisters of hero worship.

“She’s bi now?” Tatania asked as Dr. Klien spread my knees a little more, clearly sizing up my pussy. “Yes, and she’s been heavily tanned, by this Ted guy,” Dr. Klien commented. Tatania looked to be Dr. Klien’s age, and perhaps the wife, or at least the owner of Lenard, who clearly was expected to remain silent and in the background. My understanding from what little I’d overheard from my sisters, was that this house was neutral territory with respect to a professor and her students. It could have caused ethical problems should Dr. Klien come to our house, and certainly more sever ones if caught doing what Dr. Klien was doing now on university grounds.

“She sucks dick,” Sherel replied with a shrug and a distasteful look on her face, getting some chuckles now from the two other women. A brief discussion followed with me as the subject, concerning what my previous experiences had been with cocks and balls, and if I’d been a virgin before this mysterious Ted guy had mounted me. I had been, Sherel assured them.

“Tatania, let’s see her skill level if you don’t mind,” Dr. Klien suggested. Like a dog, Lenard was summoned by a snap of Tatania’s fingers, who after stepping forward, relieved himself of his lose-fitting pants, displaying a large semi-hard dick before my eyes. He didn’t ask for permission; just stuck his cock in my mouth, which I felt coerced to accept. His scrotum appeared to be pierced at least a dozen times, creating a zipper-like effect, with thick plug-lick pieces of jewelry now colliding with my chin.

“Mmphh...” I groaned softly as this cock was thick, maybe thicker than Nathan’s BBC, but not yet as long. For whatever reason, Lenard wasn’t fully hard, even after a good dozen thrusts over my tongue.

“Is he going to cum in her mouth...” Sherel asked with an amused look, “ ... not that I mind...”

“He knows better without permission,” Tatania replied as she cupped his heavily pierced balls, this while Dr. Klien kept massaging my tits. If this type of massage was what I was in store for in the future, I would be very happy, I told myself. Eventually, all three women leaned back and let Lenard face-fuck me, which all men eventually imposed on me at some point. Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of balls abusing my face filled the room as I continually choked out, “Acckkk ... acckkk ... bullacccck,” in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Enough, let’s see if she’s a virgin,” Dr. Klien suggested loudly as copious amounts of my spit dripped down on my tits.

“Of course,” Tatania replied happily, “ ... Lenard, mount this pretty slave,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he huffed as he stepped back then maneuvered behind me. I’d been squatting the whole time and was relieved now to be allowed to stand halfway, as he ran his gleaming dick up my slit. “Ohhhhh!” I called in ecstasy as he bumped my clit repeatedly. I loved the relief of moans and knew my audience would as well. His cock still wasn’t solid I could tell, and so I became determined to remedy that by thrusting back hard, against his now powerful thrusts.

The room was silent in awe of our performance, except for an occasion moan from me as my pussy gushed at the submission I so much craved now. I could see in Dr. Klien’s eyes, that she approved totally of my surrender, and would want more of it; much more! When she began talking shop with Sherel about the notes taken so far concerning my training, and how Sherel had been accepted into the same PH.D program as I, there came a desire from deep within me to deprave myself even more.

“Please cum in me—please cum in me!” I practically wailed.

“She on the pill?” Dr. Klien calmly asked Sherel, who shook her head slowly. “Impressive,” was Dr. Klien’s reply as they turned away to continue their side conversation. Lenard was rock-hard now I could feel, and so there was no way I could ignore the depth of which he plumbed. I would be sore later, was the brief thought that passed through my mind, quickly replaced with an orgasm.

“Fuck a baby into me!” I pleaded, not knowing where the hell that thought had come from.

“AHHH—yes, yes!” Lenard exclaimed as pulled hard on my hips, then pressed his balls firmly into my pussy lips as he creamed me with jism.

“YESSS!” I moaned loudly as this depravity delivered another orgasm.

“I special treat for Lenard,” Tatania declared, getting then a soft, “Yes ma’am,” from my panting rider. As he slowly pulled out, a gush of cum followed his dick and began streaming down my thighs. I was pleased then when Lenard stemmed these flows with the head of his softening dick and moaned loudly for him as he seated the cum back in to where it belonged. “Aahhh ... ahhhh ... ohhhhhh!”

“Lick it out, Lenard,” Tatania said dryly as if this was all routine.

“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered as he got down on his knees behind me.

“Shhhhhachhhh!” I hissed as my overly sensitive pussy was licked.

“Quiet, Trollip...” Sherel scolded, getting now a whimper of compliance out of me. They came so easy now.

“He’s coming—I talked him into it!” Lily declared with a grin as Sherel locked me away in my closet. The door was shut and latched for a moment, then suddenly opened, apparently so Sherel could gloat down at me. Penny, the new girl stood silently back, looking very meek and bewildered. “Your bother is coming,” Sherel grinned, “ ... that pre-admissions program we joined in on years ago is putting him up for a week at the university. He’s a shoo-in ... got a bitch sister as an undergrad alumni...”