Chapter 64: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 4)

“Ciqala Bloomingtree, Shilo Stormwater, Verdana Hanley, and Gwyneth D One,” Samantha Swaggart read again, this time aloud. “After careful consideration you four have been selected as finalists in our search for apprentices in the fall. If each of you could take a seat on one of the four frameworks here, we can get started on the final phase of your testing.” She then glanced to the teacher in the room, Pirkko Haataja, and then to the rest of the students. “And you girls will help us decide.”

An echo of grins leapt from one of the other students to the next as each of the four was gently but firmly taken in hand by her two neighbours then slowly relieved of their school uniforms. And then with the swiping of a cell phone screen and four distinct clicks, each of the candidates was slowly stripped of their slutsuits. Once naked, the quartet was guided over to the semi-circle of metal restraints. Each of them had a large reservoir beneath it with four cylindrical metal arms on a hub sticking up from the middle of the bottom.

“Just follow along, Dear,” the short blonde advised the younger Haataja sister nodding to her colleagues.

The contractor’s daughter Sakura welcomed the nubile Shilo Stormwater into her arms and favoured her with a deep kiss as her right hand found the 14 year old’s stiffened length. Slightly shorter than her own 5’6”, her eldest daughter had inherited her wheat blonde locks but her Asian features with seldom seen blue eyes were products of her Thai Seed Mother, Kanda Amarin. Her beauty really was a mix from the best of both worlds. With her gaze she urged the two flanking her, Chang Mi-Cha and Jasmine Kersey, onto their next move.

Her resistance quickly being submerged by her lust, the mahogany haired first year allowed herself to be sat down on a pair of concave metal rounds that molded themselves to her ass and her arms to be restrained. Next her legs were also bound, parted with her knees bent. Another piece was lowered from the top that framed her face and her head was tilted upwards. Her dental plates were them replaced by an oral spreader. Now held fast within the metal bars, the 25 year old started in with the finishing touches for her carnal prisoner.

Even in the conference room, Ilka Sorenson had zeroed in on Verdana Hanley. There was a carefree quality to her that she was intrigued by. She supposed some of it was due to her long luscious auburn red dreadlocks that cascaded down her freshly minted latte skin. Or perhaps the variety of boho jewelry she often wore, some even now, the last of her non-nudity as it were. Or even the quiet, yet unbridled curiousity she saw in her green eyes. So much like her own reflecting pools, they spoke of a girl eager to learn, eager to be taught.

Now as she sat secured within one of the four structures, the redheaded architect pulled a chair in next to her and sitting down idly trickled a single finger down her body, pausing to trace her nipple long enough for her to moan lightly as the two shorter girls next to her let their own clothing fall to the floor. Both Susanah F One and Angelie Langevin were aware of exactly what type of help would be required of them; all of the other girls were really. Figure wise, the trio were a study in contrasts. The Hanley girl was not especially endowed up top, at least not yet, but she was quite generous in hip, a quality favoured by the firm. Opposite her the surrogate had a more hourglass figure, though her bottom was not quite as rounded as the trapped futamute’s. On the other hand, the other redhead in the group, the Langevin girl was slim by comparison. Tall but graceful, she could understand Avalon Dance Studio’s rumoured interest in the turquoise eyed beauty. From what Eustace Lockhart had told her, she was one of her most promising ballet students. No, she might not be right for Kattegat Construction, but Ilka wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up under the South African ... in more ways than one.

Pirkko would glance to one of the neighbouring frameworks periodically as she and the girls felt her way through the process of strapping Gwyneth D One into the metal skeleton. Like the blonde Asian at the one to her left, she began turning the grip on the gear near the upper thigh of the java skinned surrogate once she was secure. Slowly the two metal half moons the 14 year old sat in began to pull apart as her body position was tilted slightly backwards until the petals of her rosebud were on display. She nodded then to her two classmates, Marley Dauber and the proprietor’s nest daughter, Fiona C One. Each held a small piece of the sensual puzzle in their hand, a small concave round, perhaps a little over an inch in circumference.

It was the second that moved first. The wispy copper blonde peeled the adhesive off of the inner surface of hers and then, brushing aside the jet black ringlets that cascaded over her breasts placed it over her right nipple. The other student, her latte complexion a pleasant medium between one surrogate’s peach tone and the other’s far darker one, was adorned with thick ginger brown dreadlocks even longer than her bound companion. She in turn did much like Fiona had and moved into the loose embrace of her partner after she had. The two shared a kiss, stiffening further as they watched the teacher drop a pair of tablet’s into their classmate’s mouth and let her drink some piss from the nozzle of a plastic gym bottle to help her swallow.

Amelia Baros peered down at the lovely Ciqala Bloomingtree strapped in to the collapsible apparatus, held more or less motionless. She always liked this part of the presentation the best; those last few moments of anticipation. Slowly she inserted the lubricated cylinder into the rectum of the half-Navajo brunette taking her time so that Daisy Thibodeaux and Coco Earhart could enjoy the spectacle of their classmate’s gradual surrender. Truth be told, if forced to choose between the three, the Greek woman favoured the lawyer’s daughter over the other two. Blonde like her mother, she was already a little taller than her 5’5”. Between Charlotte’s 5’9” and her Seed Mother Heather Whatley’s 6’1”, she would no doubt grow more yet. Her hips had developed early as well and she would likely outdo both of them there. But the blue eyed girl didn’t have the educational profile they were looking for having been implanted with a heavy regimen of sociology and rhetoric while in the tank. She had heard whispers that the Libereco Security Service had her on their short list. Still she would serve a purpose here on this day.

Having worked the eight inch length into her anal canal, the brown haired contractor twisted the end as the outer shell expanded it’s diameter before pulling out the inner length, leaving her with a gaping fecal corridor. “And now the final piece,” she murmured as the other two teenagers shared an anticipatory grin. Unlike the other, Coco Earhart wasn’t particularly impressive from a physical standpoint, though her cock was slightly above average. But the chocolate skinned 14 year old’s black waves, tied back in a loose ponytail, helped display her jeweled blue eyes which she inherited from her Egg Mother, Carly. There was hope however, thanks to the other half of her parentage. Renata Crandall had curves bigger than her own and the dark beauty had time to grow into them.

She held up the cock nozzle, translucent through the pale green gel within, in a somewhat educational manner twisting the base to widen the inner circumference of the sliding rings inside before lowering it over the hardened length of the trapped third. Re-adjusting it’s inner parameters, the trio watched the inner chamber fill with the cool lubricant which in turn a sigh from the apprenticeship candidate and smiles from the rest of them.

The Sorenson woman stood up and pulled the zipper down the side of her glittering burgundy bodycon mini dress. First one breast then the other slid into view followed by the architect’s generous hips as the garment fell to the floor. Another practiced motion saw her pink silk panties follow, releasing her thick cock which gradually straightened to it’s full nine inches. Ilka pulled Susannah and Angelie to her to her body and each found one of her nipples. She held them close as they suckled, then glanced around at the others as they too disrobed.

She was proud of her body’s 37DD-23-37 measurements; she had worked hard to maintain it. None of her colleagues in the room could rival it. Some were a little heavier on the bottom but none were close up top. Only the teacher had generous curves equally distributed, but she was not as well made between the legs. She peered momentarily down her back at the rounds of her ass. She was not her younger cousin Urzsula, but then she didn’t have her breeding either. Her Aunt Guddie and Justina Lombardi were quite voluptuous in build. That having been said, the pipefitter in the clan had overshot even their genetics in every way. “But she still had time,” she comforted privately, “her ass could still grow.”