Libereco

The blonde Asian rocked back and forth in distress. The girl was restrained in a concave seat somewhat similar to those found in the restaurants on the island, her knees spread in a pair of grooves along the bottom. The green eyed blonde’s firm grip only added to the agony of the grad student’s edging. The establishment’s proprietor squeezed her closer with her other arm, turning her head so it lined up with her exposed right areola. She sighed slightly when she felt her lips begin to suckle, lazily taking in the patrons.

The place wasn’t full but nor was it empty. Some of the regulars had drifted in after work but not as many as usual. It was early in the week after all. There would be a bus from the sorority soon, out of town visitors. Some she had never met, some she hadn’t seen in years. She didn’t get back to the island as much as she wanted to these days. There had been a lot scheduled for The Black Hole and Ariel Ackersley’s reversion had been rather unexpected. Fortunately for her both Jill and Brook had been available to foster her third daughter Tate once she had been tapped to take over. As it was, once her youngest had gone away to university last fall Brook had followed her mother to Berlin to take over for Tilda Henning as the legal counsel for the sorority.

Aaryn Meadows was behind the bar tonight. The daughter of the seamstress was one of several she employed part time from the mansion near Schlattensee. The Kristiansen girls, Tory and Vivi, were working the floor tonight. All were seniors set to gain their Bachelors Degree in a few months. The first, blue eyed with caramel blonde braided pigtails a playful contrast to her more serious rectangular framed glasses, was studying finance. The second, a wavy haired brunette with a similar glance, was also a student of numbers but in a more theoretical sense. Lastly was her cousin, slightly curvier in figure with a blonde bob that covered part of her face from which her grey gaze peeked out from. She was majoring in Psychology.

Her assistant, the buxom Carson Ambrosia, sat on a stool near the bar itself. She was conversing with the lead guitar player of The Stiff Pricks, Berta Henning. The last cut a luscious figure, her breasts pushing up from her low cut glittering blue bodycon minidress, wide hips flaring out from the tails of her tuxedo jacket. However, her curves were minimized by the 33 year old sitting next to her. The Amazonian surrogate was a bit larger all around, even between the legs. The two shared a chuckle as they watched the futamute on her knees between them. Heidi Henning, at 20, was four years younger than her sister and the two were a vision of contrasts. Whereas the musician was a green eyed brunette with a sensuous demeanor whose long locks fell down her body in several long box braids, her law student sibling lacked her height, was chunkier, and wore her curly blonde hair short. Her smoky blue gaze peered through a pair of pale, oval rimmed glasses. Her cherubic visage bobbed up and down on the massive tool of the eldest guided by her firm hand.

Dawn had remembered when Tilda had left the sorority for the last time to return to the island a few months ago. It had been an anxious time for the young Henning girl who had never really emerged from the shadow her parent spread. A feeling of abandonment had quivered through her, the Meecham woman knew. But Berta had ensured all parties concerned that she would take good care of her. And she had. Heidi wasn’t quite as fattened up as the Rosseau girl; that one was a special case after all. But her older sister had arranged to have her take an extra shift at The Black Hole, serving the patrons in another way entirely. Surrendering to her innermost desires had really calmed her down. With a sudden tightening of her grip, Carson began fucking the other blonde’s face with more vigor, her long golden waves bouncing on her expansive bust as she threw herself into orgasm.

“Suck it! Suck it!” the 50 year old murmured under her breath, her lips curling as she watched.

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“Did you want to walk her for a bit?” Janina asked offering the leash attached to Serena’s collar to Brook Meecham as the group walked down the street towards the bar. “I’ve got make an adjustment.”

“Sure,” the older brunette agreed with a nod, slipping her hand through the loop with a grin. “Come along Sweetie,” she cooed to the shorter futamute kissing her atop her head. “Let your mistress fix herself.”

“Thanks,” the 22 year old replied sticking her hand inside her jacket and adjusting her gaff. They’d all put them on before leaving the bus, well most had anyway. And those that hadn’t, like her Bonded Daughter, had their cocks in chastity devices beneath loose clothing instead. “I can’t wait to get this damned thing off,” the green eyed grad student muttered. “It’s the worst part of these trips into the club.”

“I want to be free...” Minoo Zare sang with a smirk over hearing her grumbling, mimicking Freddie Mercury. The junior slowed down her gait slightly while her roommate’s Mistress Mother hop stepped, adjusting her undergarments as she tried keeping up. “Fixed?” she then asked.

“For now,” the older girl answered quickening her pace once more.

“This will be her first time won’t it?” Veemi Annala queried with a smile holding onto Mandira Shastri’s leash.

“That’s what Meryl and Kamara told me,” Paget Voedengroot confirmed. “It’s why they wanted her collared and lead. They felt it would be good for to have a night of servitude.”

“I can’t argue with them there,” the doctor concurred petting the curvy submissive on the head as they waited for the light to change. She glanced around momentarily. There were three girls that were leashed in the group with Farrah Hlaváč being the third. The 18 year old’s roommate, Rimsha Goswami, was on the other end of the leash, somewhat unusual but not unheard of. Normally it would have been Minoo Zare, her Mistress Mother. But according to the gossip, the black haired beauty had been slowly encouraging her charge to submit to the dusky redhead. From what the psychiatrist could tell, the arrangement suited both of their personalities. The blonde was instinctively demure, allowing others to steer her socially from what she had seen. And the other she knew had a dominant streak in her. Her Seed Mother was her boss back on the island, Patricia Landry.

The group turned into the alley, passing the aforementioned kebab shop they had been told about on the bus. “Almost there,” Arna called out over her shoulder. A friendly wave through the window of the eatery and a few steps later and she pulled up to a halt beneath the marquee of their destination. Looking into the camera above the door the redhead smiled and waved. “Hey, I’ve got a busload with me tonight,” she announced cheerfully. A buzz then sounded and the door in front of her unlocked. “Follow me.”

Frieda Schwartz grinned when she saw the crowd at the door. The genetics student hadn’t known about the flight from Libereco when she had looked at her schedule last week but sometimes you got lucky. She’d eaten a large meal in anticipation and grabbed a couple of doner kebabs on the way in as well. She didn’t get back to her birthplace often anymore. She really loved Berlin and as a surrogate didn’t have that tight familial bond other futamutes might. The gothy rocker felt the roundness of her stomach and luxuriously settled onto her stool letting her legs part and her cock rise as she listened the herd of footwear coming down the stairs. As the counter in front of her provided adequate cover, she had removed her panties some time ago. The 23 year old liked the feel of the treated leather horseshoe shaped cushion and the skin within on her ass.

“Hey,” she greeted seeing Arna Geirsson approach. The buxom girl leaned over the counter and the two shared a deep kiss. “So who have you brought with you tonight?” she then asked breaking the coupling.

“Some you know, some you don’t, some you haven’t seen in a bit,” the Prefect replied. “This is Paget Voedengroot,” she began putting names to each of the new faces. “She works at Rattles. And Jamila Faheem is a doctor at the clinic.”

“Entranced,” the door staff murmured bussing the latter on the cheek.

“This is Mandira Shastri,” Veemi Annala broke in displaying the collared Aarhus sophomore. “She’s training to be a pilot. This is her first time out.”

“Enjoy your stay, Sweetie,” the other smiled taking in her generous curves. She wasn’t quite as large in her bottom half as she was, but there was still time. “I’m sure they’ll be plenty of girls anxious to meet you. Oh, hey,” she suddenly pivoted seeing Minoo Zare among the gaggle of girls that followed. Though three years younger, the raven maned actress was no stranger, living in the group dorm just down the hall with the two blondes behind her. With her were the two first years that resided there as well, Rimsha Goswami and Farrah Hlaváč. The part of that which surprised her slightly was the fact that, while both of the latter were collared, the first held the leash of the second.