Libereco

The Den Mother, Freydís Geirsson, had also made the trip down from the main house with the doctor. She had immediately laid claim to Haseena Shafiq as was her prerogative. She lay back in one of the leather armchairs, her legs splayed over the sides as the 14 year old knelt in front of her. Casually she guided the young futamute’s lips up and down on her glistening member with one hand, sipping from her tumbler with the other before setting it down and adding it to the first. Much like the pilot, the sorority’s elder eyes travelled the room, drinking in the happenings around her. Eventually their two gazes met, blue and green. They shared a smile. And then the Welsh woman peered down into the eyes of the leashed girl whose head she held in her own hands.

Alba Barbosa still carried much of what she had brought with her from Libereco a few months ago after graduation. Eyes much like her own, pouty lips, a pleasantly rounded face framed with a curly chestnut brown bob whose bangs hid part of her face, it was all there. The curves she teased others with for four years filled out her one piece nicely, but more than before. Oh, no doubt she had been aware that she would be on the bottom of the ladder once she arrived in Berlin. But her Mistress Mother, Minerva Tilbury as well the older girl’s own, Mirabel Martinez, had done a wonderful job fattening her up. The whispers around the room spoke of a 25 inch waistline where before had been one four inches thinner. And she looked it as well. She could see a slight stomach jiggle with each up and down motion. She was going to have to feed this beauty her fudge. Just the thought of it caused her iron to tingle, tremble, and throb. She gripped the skull of the student a bit firmer and began picking up her pace.

Cherise Baudelaire smiled at the older Kendrick girl as she approached the dining table. The 21 year old had a length and thickness to her pipe she would never match. The Henno woman was taking all of it and from the looks of it enjoying the ride she was on. A call had come into the Den Mother’s office just after Freydís had finished feeding the Malynova girl. This was the first time the sorority had hired Mayla Henno, though they were aware of her thanks to a connection at the temp agency. They had no reason to believe that she would bring her daughters with her today, nor that any would end up lying among them naked. And now it seemed that the 36 year old had dove headfirst into fecal servitude.

She mounted the table and swung a leg over the prone blonde. Shimmying backwards, she pulled apart the half-moons of her ass far enough for the domestic to nestle her face between her clefts. She felt her lips circle her rosebud, her tongue swirl about and paint her petals with saliva, then stab through. Her oral assault was relentless, wanton, desperate. She groaned at the ferocity of it. A light wave of exhilaration rippled through her. Her anal canal relaxed and the descent of her sludge quickened. She wasn’t going to be able to control it this time. Her brown bloom blossomed forcing the surrounding softness to expand rapidly. The physician’s shit pushed out of her and into the gaping mouth that was sealed to her ass. Sweat had started to bead upon the forehead of the mahogany haired student opposite her as she continued plunging her throbbing tool in and out of the woman beneath her.

The two shared a smile before she looked back over her shoulder at the Henno woman and pulled her cheeks apart even more. She settled a bit further and found the other’s blue eyes with her brown ones. Even though she was only a few years younger than her own 42, the Estonian and her daughters were but babes in the woods of this new world they were entering. The doctor softly placed her fingers on the cleaner’s esophagus. Her swallowing was smooth, methodical, unpanicked. She turned her head once more with a new vigorous motion. The shorter blonde was bucking at the fingering of the taller one. She was cumming while dining in her slimy dessert. The clinician smiled inwardly. “You think you’re on top of the world now, Sweetie,” she thought. “Just wait until you have a cock like us.”

Carson Ambrosia had always thought Kara O’Donnell had quite the stage presence. She really knew how to capture and hold the audience with her eyes and body. Her expressions, her wiggles, her thrusts, the movement of her free hand over her boobs, on her cock, she could really toy with a crowd. But she wasn’t all looks. She had true four octave range, though her style was primarily a lower register guttural belting that was punctuated by the upper end of her ability. The band itself was heavier on the guitar rock/punk scale with occasional string, horn, or keyboard augmentation. All of the girls onstage were multi-instrumentalists though more often than not Berta Henning played guitar, Charlene Qí Yán was on bass, Billi Rae Pounder was behind the drum kit and the lead singer’s Bonded Daughter, Austyn Meadows played keyboards.

The Amazonian blonde peered down her back momentarily into the eyes of Nadya Malynova. The 23 year old was restrained on her knees in one of those curved feeding rounds that had a seat to either side as well as a molded headrest on the one in the middle. The Asian featured blonde skull was held in place facing the ceiling, the perfect position for devouring another’s slimy load of filth. No longer was her gaze one of anxiety or panic, but one of acceptance, of resignation.

“Good girl Nadya, good little toilet girl,” cooed Dawn Meacham as she stroked her through her diaper. “Keep cumming for Mommy, keep cumming while Mommy Carson fills you up. Nice big spurts now, yes, yes, just like that. Let Mommy Carson make your belly nice and big. Good, good girl, Sweetie, good girl.”

The Assistant Manager of the Black Hole grinned at her boss’s urgings before the Berta Henning hammered out the opening riff to another of the band’s hits ‘Toilet Girl’ and Kara began singing the first verse. It was a popular tune with the patrons and they usually ended a set with it. Though there were fecal couplings interspersed throughout the club, this song tended to put into motion any that had not yet started.

“Toilet girl, toilet girl, fill you up, toilet girl

Toilet girl, toilet girl, make you cum, toilet girl

Toilet girl, toilet girl, fill you up toilet girl

Toilet girl, toilet girl, rock your world, toilet girl.”

The redhead launched into the chorus with the others providing the punchy backing vocals of the words ‘toilet girl’. The senior turned and shook her ass on stage, pulling up her velvet miniskirt then popping the snaps on her one piece. Swinging around, she thrust her hips forward and started belting out the second verse.

Carson always liked this part; it was something they had done ever since they had introduced the song into their set. The Irish/Italian cast her eyes through the audience as she sang looking for her next stage prop. “Who’s she going to pick tonight?” the wide hipped woman wondered privately. Heidi Henning? Zarina was jacking her next to the bar. One of the leashed girls she had run into earlier? Farrah Hlaváč was on her knees under the ass of Minno Zare already and Arna Geirsson had laid claim to Rimsha Goswami. Serena Rosseau? She had used her the last time. Besides Brook Meacham was currently fucking her face while she was being flanked in one of the toilet chairs by Keely Del Mastro and Ellison Hanley. There was little doubt that wouldn’t be the last thing the lawyer used her for.