Chapter 11

“You know those hentai where the guy looks all emaciated after sex, like he’s been drained? That’s me,” Ned told Dor as they lay in his bed.

She raised her head from his chest. “Hentai? What the fuck?”

“You know what I mean, though, right?”

She lay her head back down. “Yeah ... you’re saying I drained you of your precious bodily fluids.”

“Is that from Dr. Strangelove?”

“Yeah, my granddad liked that movie.”

“Oh, ouch.”

“Relax, old man,” she commented as she stroked at his graying chest hair, “you’re plenty vigorous for your age. I’m just ... ovulating.” She felt a thrill in her stomach at the thought of her vulnerable egg possibly getting overwhelmed by the older man’s sperm from the several loads that he had deposited inside her fertile baby bank over the previous few hours.

“What now?”

“Now we sleep,” she told him, and closed her eyes as she lay on his chest, her breath slowing.

Once Dor and Ned started up, it seemed a shame to stop. Every day after school she would come home and her handler would make her cum hard with another sperm injection or two before falling unconscious in his bed.

The Imp Club posted jobs on their private intranet board but Dor didn’t volunteer for any of them. It was bad enough that in her undercover assignment she had fucked the school principal, the school nurse, and her handler ... she wasn’t going to compound the problem by having sex with the club’s ‘patrons’. Babs asked her about it but Dor told her that she was holding out for the party in a few weeks. She hoped that was enough.

She spoke to Aurora, who seemed to be the club’s unofficial counselor; the bubbly strawberry blonde was very approachable. It seemed that the members viewed the club as a way to achieve bodily freedom instead of the sexual predation by the wealthy patriarchy that it was. Dor didn’t want to say anything to make Aurora suspect her, so when the younger girl brought up Dor’s initiation with Mr. Gormey, she let it drop. However, it had now been over two weeks since then and Dor realized that her period was late. She caressed her stomach, wondering.

Aurora took Dor’s hand and moved it up to one of the goth girl’s small breasts. “You’re doing this to make these bigger, right? ‘Eyes on the prize’, as my dad says.”

Dor looked up at her. “Ha, my dad says the same thing.” Her real dad, that is.

“Look, if you want to talk, here’s my number.”

“Thanks, Aurora.”

What nice kid, Dor thought as the younger girl practically bounced out of the club room.

Almost two weeks passed and it was finally the night of the gala. Dor’s period still hadn’t arrived, but she kept it quiet from everyone, especially Ned. She’d deal with the fallout from that afterward ... as Aurora had said, eyes on the prize.

Over the past few days, she had gotten Ned’s help training her ass to take different-sized anal plugs until the device she had been given could fit inside her poop chute without trouble, while remaining tight enough that it wouldn’t easily come out. Based on their intel, the girls had to be naked at the party and security would be scanning for communication devices, but this gadget was inert until activated, at which point it connected to a satellite network to determine its location, so basic cellular communication scramblers wouldn’t block it. After the signal was received, city and state police would rush to her location.

As expected, the plug had been found by the security guy, but since it was designed to be difficult to remove from her ass without getting shit on your hands, he wanted nothing to do with it. He adjusted his scanner wand for radio signals, found nothing, and waved the naked goth girl through into the party.

The high-vaulted ceiling of the huge, wood-paneled room supported several crystal chandeliers. Aurora, Hui, Jen, and Babs goggled at the sheer opulence while Dor took only a moment before she asked where the bathroom was. She had to activate the device.

Once she found a small half-bath, she secured the lock and screwed up her face as she teased the anal plug out. After giving it a rinse, she twisted the jeweled top off and pressed a recessed button, causing a small red light to start blinking. “Come and get me...” she murmured before screwing the top back on and dropping the waterproof device into the toilet tank. A test flush confirmed that the metal device made no noise as it sat in its hiding place.

She washed her hands, fixed her curly dark hair in the mirror, and headed back out. From her vantage point on the second floor’s overhanging walkway, she could see that Hui was already being spit-roasted between two older men on a couch, Jen and Aurora were chatting up other guests, and she couldn’t see Babs. She leaned over the railing to get a better view.

“That’s quite the ass, my dear ... is it available?”

She gasped and turned to see an older man with gray hair and a mustache that looked surprisingly good on him, despite the retro lip foliage.

“Uh, I’m just settling in, but come find me later?”

He looked disappointed behind his mask, but inclined his head and continued strolling down the walkway.

“Uhh!”

Dor turned to see the man fucking Hui grunt as he filled her youthful pussy with his load. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his into her mouth.

Dor sighed ... now all she had to do was to keep from getting fucked, figuratively and literally, before the cavalry arrived.

Babs was directed down a hallway by one of the servants until the voluptuous ash blonde was ushered into a well-appointed library.

“Come in, my dear! Come in...” an older man wearing only a red-and-black silk robe greeted her as he got up from his chair. She guessed he was in his sixties, even with the mask obscuring part of his face, with what seemed to be a faded English accent and a gray goatee to match the sparse hair on his head. “Ah, let me look at you ... wonderful.”

She recognized the man’s voice from the two previous annual parties she had attended. He had actually been the first to take her on her inaugural visit, but she had never learned his name. “Thank you, Mr...?”

“Call me John ... not my real name, of course ... please sit.”

Babs eyed the posh leather couch. She was naked...

“Oh, it’s fine ... we get new furniture after each of these parties.” He gestured again and she sat gingerly on the deep red leather.

“Now, Babs, you will be graduating soon, and I have a job offer for you.”

“Oh, that’s unexpected, John.”

“Not at all, not at all! You’ve done such a wonderful job with the Imp Club, and we’d like you to continue. Ms. Horst will not be with us forever, you know, so we’d like you to go to nursing school ... all fully paid for, of course, with the plan that you will eventually take her place.”

She grinned. “Oh wow! That’s great!”

Dor was hesitant to return to the crowd of the party, but she still couldn’t see Babs. Hui was already riding another older man on one of the couches. Dor took a moment to register the sheer delight on the pretty Asian girl’s face as she orgasmed once more. In the main area, Jen was on her back as one man fed his cock into her mouth while another was plundering the 17-year-old’s pussy in the missionary position. The gorgeous brunette had revealed to the club that her period was late again, delighting in the possibility that she had been knocked up by the principal for a third time. Dor shook her head and moved on, waving off one man who fondled her rounded ass as she passed. “Sorry, looking for someone.”

There were other naked girls, some getting fucked and others chatting up the masked guests. Dor knew that they had come from other schools, and some were younger than the girls from her Imp Club. She held back a grimace ... like Babs had said when they arrived, big smiles.