Chapter 16: Public Service (Part 4)

It was a crisp Monday on the island, windbreaker weather for the most part. Oh, there were still bare legs about but even those were covered to some extent with stockings or leggings. The re-surfacing of Brookline Bridge would be finished next week according to the local news but until then, the midday bottlenecks on either side would be a daily occurrence. It was something she had considered before she made her way out to the school to pick up her passenger. However the bus stalled four vehicles in front of her own delivery van meant that the lunches Libena Dvorak was bringing to the town hall were going to arrive a little later than planned nonetheless.

Be that as it may, the six foot redhead had always been efficient with her time. As she sat sideways in the driver’s seat, her legs splayed to either side, she dictated the pace at which the lips of Althea Jeffers slid up and down on her nine inch tool. She always liked curly hair and the one of the two new apprentices her mother had brought on this year had a nice bouncy ‘do. Thick ringlets of russet red that came down to her shoulders, they were nice and soft against her thighs and so easy to grip if she needed to. She didn’t normally deliver. The Pavillion Park Café was walking distance from the town hall after all. But it was her mother and she did need to have the girl picked up. Apparently there was a big meeting today in the afternoon and there was preparation to take care of. No doubt that was the reason for the large lunch order as well.

She ended up with food in the van from most of the shipping containers that had been converted into prepared food kiosks as there had been a variety of orders. She increased the cadence of the bobbing head and spread her legs even more, inhaling through her nose deeply, taking in the cornucopia of culinary fragrances. She was closing in on her glory and could feel the 15 year old’s tongue gliding up and down on the vein of her pole. The girl was good, but she knew that already. Her kid sister Valeska was one of the mothers in her nest. Together with the sophomore’s egg mother the two made up half of the parent quotient of the household, the others being Eustace Lockart, who ran the dance studio in town and her daughter Bonnie who started yoga classes out of the same building last year upon graduating. The first had two more daughters at LPI, Rosemary, a senior and Deirdre, a freshman. The last child, Chandler B Three was a tall, lithe dark skinned beauty from Ingrid Ragnarsson and Mumbi Gatimu.

Like the futamute she was skullfucking in the van, all in the South African dancer’s family had red hair, a trait strong in their genetic make up. And it all stemmed from 73 year old Demetrea, now infantilized in reversion and residing with the other bulls at the daycare center but spent much of her time at the processing plant. In fact the only member of the clan who did not was Callidora, Eustace’s 52 year old former husband Callum, now sissy, who after her futamutation looked up to her youngest natural daughter, Deirdre. Her hair, a pageboy pixie, was a honey blonde in shade. From what Val told her part of the latter’s daily routine at Rattles was a visit to her mother in law, who always looked forward to pistoning her thick eight inch cock in and out of her sissy son-in-law’s ass and feeding him afterwards.

Libena glanced absently through the windscreen. Meredith Garner had arrived and had her head under the hood of the bus. It shouldn’t be too much longer now. She returned her gaze once more to the student as the throbbing in her wood reached new heights and imaged the sight of one big cocked baby slamming their iron into the rosebud of another. With sudden vigour she abruptly sped up the carnal face furrowing as she reached her sensual summit. She sighed and smiled as her glistening meat spewed it’s spunk, filling the girl’s cheeks, forcing her to swallow rapidly again and again. The Garner woman closed the metal covering on the vehicle with authority and moments later it roared to life once more as the redhead continued to pump her cream down the throat of the Jeffers girl. Libena Dvorak had always been efficient with her time.

Erendira Martinez mounted the steps in front of the town hall with her younger sister Yamila. The 27 year old, two years removed from graduating from university in Berlin, was part of the staff with Libereco Legal Services, an arm of Libereco Consulting that handled all matters concerning the law for the community but also had clients in the surrounding countries as well. At 5’7” the shapely Phillipino futamute with the chestnut brown bob and amber eyes cut a striking figure, which was no doubt only furthered by her natty business attire. That said, in terms of measurements, she paled in respect to her sibling 10 years her junior. A senior at LPI, Yamila had already decided to follow her footsteps as well as that of the middle second Martinez child, Mirabel and attend Humboldt University. The tall 17 year old was a starter on the school volleyball team and currently apprenticed under her supervisor Aneira Noonan, who thought highly of her. Lab born unlike herself, many of her physical gifts were due to her seed mother, Meredith Garner. The tall mechanic had given the younger Martinez her height, generous hips and breasts, and a lovely long cock, to go with a slightly darker complexion and long midnight black hair. About the only thing she inherited from the other side of the gene pool were her eyes.

The lawyer glanced at the clock in the foyer and checked her watch to make the time on each. Her meeting with the Chief of Staff had been originally scheduled for 1:00 PM but had been moved up two hours, she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t unusual for timetables to get shuffled around but the further request came to bring Yamila caused her to raise an eyebrow in curiousity. The pair walked across the foyer and past the bullpen. Erendira waved and smiled at a couple of staffers she knew as she passed. The Connolly woman was restrained on her knees next to the copier partially walled in and being fed communal waste as her carnal fluids were harvested. She wished she had time for a slight detour, the Fecalmillium was doing it’s magic, she could feel it, but it was 10:55. She turned the corner and headed down the hall towards the office of the Chief of Staff with her sister in tow.

Akila adjusted herself slightly on the toilet seat before letting her full weight fall upon it. She could feel Constantina’s tongue basting her crevice from one end to the other beneath her, always pausing at her asshole. The Reeves woman had acquired a framework similar to the one in the girls in the bullpen used for their designated toilet some time ago and had been looking for a reason to break it out. When it had just been her and the Deputy Mayor, simply slumping in her chair had been enough. The Spanish born futamute had understood the silent signal. But now there would be multiple feedings and this would be much easier. She glanced down at the pump, hose, and cock nozzle attached to her slave’s stiffened rod sticking out off her piss stained pant suit. Squeezing and siphoning, it would keep her on a quiet arousal, churning her cum within until she had well and truly saturated. She heard the buzz and looked over to her daughter leaning against her desk, looking at her phone.

“Your 11:00 just walked through the foyer, Mom,” the 25 year old informed her. “They’re on their way.”

“Meet them at the door dear,” she instructed. “Show them in.” She peered back over her shoulder at Constantina and smiled. “Showtime sweetie,” she murmured. She leaned forward slightly creating a gap of about two inches between her rosebud and the mouth held open and grunted. A crackling sounded as her brown flower bloomed and a long, thick, slimy log of sludge pushed out of her ass, crossed the open space and oozed between the stretched lips of the 53 year old.

Erendira extended her hand to knock only to have the door pull away from her as she did.

“Come in, come in,” Camila Reeves offered. “The Chief of Staff is indisposed at the moment but will be with you shortly. Why don’t the two of you make yourselves comfortable on the couch over there, I’ll get coffee,” she added extending her arm towards the seating and the profile of her mother sitting on the framework slowly feeding an upturned face a large serving of her morning mud.

The clerk watched Erendira lead her sister slowly towards the indicated seating as she poured a pair of mugs and smiled. They definitely were peering intently at the woman kneeling beneath the bureaucrat as if there were something familiar about her but not yet identifiable. Her mother played up the encounter, sighing and stretching her back like a cat might as her endless pipe of filth kept pushing into the stretched mouth below. She then ‘noticed’ the approaching pair for the first time and smiled lazily at them.

“I hope you don’t mind if we talk while I feed my toilet slave,” she remarked offhandedly allowing her right hand to slide off of her hip and caress Constantina’s hair. “She is starving this morning. I’m quite full and I doubt I’ll have enough to satisfy her appetite.” She looked down at the restrained woman. “You are so hungry aren’t you Connie, so very hungry?”

It was then it all snapped into place for the lawyer.

“Mom?!?”

Constantina’s eyes flashed open in alarm hearing her eldest daughter’s voice but there was nothing she could do. Lips pried apart by an oral spreader, arms and legs trapped in the framework with her head braced in a custom made toilet seat, she could only obediently swallow and allow her cock to be mechanically pumped while two of her children watched.

“Yes, it’s your mother dear. She’s my toilet slave and has been for a few months now,” the Chief of Staff informed them. “She’s also an excellent cocksucker as well and she loves suckling on a big pair of tits, big tits like yours ... Yamila isn’t it?”

“Yes Ma’am,” the younger Martinez girl answered eagerly stepping forward grinning.

“She feeds from mine every morning when she gets in, she’ll never stop drinking from yours dear,” she predicted. “Such a wonderful set you have there. Meredith Garner was your seed mother correct?”

“Yes Ma’am,” she answered creeping a bit closer.

“Go ahead, take a closer look, both of you,” Akila suggested. “Your mother is such a good toilet slut, she should show off to her daughters. If you want jack her, feel her tits, finger her ass. I’m sure she love to feel the hands of her daughter’s on her body while she shows you how much she loves eating shit.”

Each of the Deputy Mayor’s offspring knelt down beside her like kids in a candy store.

“I switched the coffee in your travel cups and added a dose of Fecalmillium,” Camila commented handing each their warm beverages. “I figured it would probably be handier this way.”

The 53 year old futamute knew the situation was beyond salvaging now. The Reeves woman had played it perfectly. She would not only be her toilet, but now likely her entire family would use her as well. Her life had changed forever. Erendira, Mirabel, Yamila, Morella, all would push her face deep into their fecal crevices and stretch her lips until they could stretch no more. All would fill her full of their fudge again and again. And each time they did, her cream would rocket up from her loins at the touch of their hands over and over and over again, her nonverbal plea to be fed more and more and more. The cock nozzle was removed and fingers replaced it, then more found her prostate. The touch of her children caused the fruits of her arousal to ripen and burst. Yes, yes, yes, her fear fled from her then replaced by euphoria and fantasies of future feedings. She was a public servant; her mouth would be open to all. She surrendered to submission then with a hiss and a crackle. Thick ropes of jism continued shooting up onto her blouse, the urine stain warmed and widened once again and her own sludge pushed past the probing digits then out of her uncontrollably, creating a soft, slimy pillow of filth to sit in. Constantina Martinez was a public servant. Her mouth would be open to all.

It was a hand Yua was only too familiar with that jacked her now, repeated pulling her seed from her loins, launching it skyward as she lay on one of the cafeteria tables, eyes closed, mouth open. It was the hand of the woman who had brought her to Libereco in the first place, the hand of the one who had told her how progressive the small island enclave was in all things, how much she would enjoy being a part of their little community. As Maalika Banerjee beckoned her cream to spurt forth in response to the endless tube of slimy sludge her stepsister Kamiko was feeding her and she reflected back on her day, she could not disagree with any of it.

Genevieve had only been the first. Once Agnes had spotted her worshipping at her partner’s anal temple, the look in her eye told the teacher that the redhead expected to be next. By that time she had been turned onto her back. True, there was the sissy at the front of the room lying on the desk, and no doubt with this many freshmen in the room and none wearing their bottoms others would be fed as well. But there were 19 students including the seniors, three current staffers plus one that used to be. There was enough waste to fill multiple stomachs and then some. After Agnes had oozed her cum soaked fudge into her mouth a spreader bar had been brought out and she had been folded in two. The Flinders twins had commandeered her nether regions. While Brooklyn gleefully slid four fingers in and out of her asshole, Bristol took over from Lilith and relentlessly milked her cock of love lava. As the latter pushed her filth into her open maw she could hear the pair chatter amongst themselves.