Chapter 6
The effects of the drugged wine lasted considerably longer than the sixty minutes of the meditation period. Even though I went round robin on No-nipples ... mouth, cunt, ass-hole and back to mouth again ... I couldn't seem to take the edge off my sex hunger. Christ, all I wanted to do was to spurt. And it felt like somehow my balls were converting everything I had ... water, bones, flesh ... into sperm. It felt like my body, aside from dick and balls, was shriveling up, burning itself out to feed the fire raging in my groin, until I was only a great, slippery, mindless weenie and a pair of bloated testes laying on the sheets.
Somewhere along the line, Slaney, who'd had less of the aphrodisiac than me, dragged me off the delirious girl and led me back to my room.
I dunked both my heads under the cold water tap but nothing seemed to do any good. In the end, I had to whack off every ten minutes or so for the next hour, or go stone nuts from the penile tension. If I hadn't abused myself, I would've raped my pillow, my shoes, or the wall socket.
When my bone refused to revive after God knows how many orgasms, when the coiled spring in my prostate finally wound down, I heaved a sigh of relief and lay back on my bunk.
What a mess I'd gotten myself into! I was just plain stupid. I should've known that there had to be some kind of chemical reason for all those folks getting the hots all at once. Jeez, the way all their faces got so flushed! And those young cunts must've swallowed buckets of it. I'd never seen so many women so ready for anything. I don't mean just a stiff cock up the pussy, either. I mean crazy stuff ... blow jobs, ass-fucks, poopchute sucking ... and all at once, taking dick from every possible direction. As I looked back on it, I got the shuddering uglies. No wonder Hildy was so eager to pose for that picture! No wonder it looked like she was getting it on! She'd been drugged to the gills.
So I bet you're wondering why I passed off her mama's suggestion that she'd been slipped a sexual Mickey Finn? Hey, well first off, to my knowledge, there'd never been an aphrodisiac that really worked. Oh, sure, Spanish Fly made your piss tube swell up and itch ... and when you itched it, it felt okay until you started hemorrhaging; eating oysters and steak with lots of fresh ground pepper could put some life to your bone, but it could also give you a hell of a case of indigestion; and you could get yourself pumped full of monkey hormones until your arms were black and blue, only to end up with a terrible craving for bananas. What I'm saying is, all these drugs, foods, potions worked indirectly ... if at all. Whatever had been dropped in the wine worked directly, right on the cock and cunt. To put it simply, one swig and you were in heat.
I had something else to worry about, too. What with His Radiance's segregation of the sexes I didn't stand much of a chance of making contact with Mrs. Knutsen's daughter ... if she were still here. I racked my brain all night long trying to think of some way to get over into the women's wing and came up with zero. I couldn't disguise myself ... not with the amount of flesh the robes exposed ... and I couldn't sneak over there without sticking out like a sore prick.
There had to be a way. I was still pondering the problem all through breakfast the next morning and as I walked with Slaney to my first indoctrination session into the Mysteries of Mother Moon.
"What's wrong, Brother Grue?" he asked. "Still hung over from last night?"
I nodded my head. "My bone aches something awful," I lied.
He smiled and said, "Next time take a smaller sip...."
Next time I didn't intend on taking any sip at all.
"This seminar will take your mind off your problem," he said, opening the door for me, "I guarantee it."
We entered a small room, white walls and ceiling, with four rows of small, student desks, a blackboard that was green, and ten other men already seated. As we took our places, I realized how strange it felt to be masked, to have one's identity concealed, to be in a room full of others also masked. There was an odd camaraderie, as if we all were old gangbang buddies from the Army or the high school football team.
The spell was broken when the instructor, Brother Bruckner, entered the room with a very sexy young girl in tow. The subject of the lesson was written in chalk on the board: "Domination of the Bitch." Evidently the girl with the blonde ponytail, nude but for black cut out bra, garter belt, stockings and heels, was to be this morning's text.
I nearly swallowed my tongue when she turned around and I saw her face. It was Hildy Knutsen! She had the wide-eyed, hungry look that I'd seen on so many faces the night before. She'd been dosed heavily with the fuck drug. She kept darting her eyes from cock to naked cock and licking her lips. There were great rosy splotches in her cheeks from the fever and her chest heaved with excitement. Every time she took a breath, her titties, encased in the super-tight cut out cones, would flatten up against her chest, and her pink nipples would strain against the constricting holes, appearing as tender, swollen knobs of flesh. Her legs looked very slim in the nylons and her pussy, below the sparse fringe of blonde cuntfuzz, was a bright bubble gum pink.
"The lesson for today," Bruckner said, picking up a long wooden pointer, "is the Domination of the Bitch. This, Brothers, is a bitch." He flicked her right nipple with the tip of the pointer, bringing guffaws to the lips of all present save for Slaney and myself.
"First, we will go over the basic physiognomy ... the erogenous zones," he said. He prodded her right nipple with the tip of the pointer, pushing it deep down into the fleshy knob.
Hildy snapped her eyes shut, sucked in air through her clenched teeth, her nostrils dilated and her fingers twitched about against her thighs.
"This is what you call your Titty Nipple here," he said, drilling the point into her aureole. "Come on, Bitch, show us what you can do with it ... He gave her a light rap on the bud, as what a lion tamer might use to coax a recalcitrant lioness.
Hildy winced at the impact of wood upon her nipple, but when she opened her eyes, they were full of ecstasy. She clutched her breast in both hands and dragged it up, bending her neck as low as possible. The squeezing and lifting of the breast caused the nipple to come even further constrained so that it stuck out of the end of the truncated cone like a small, round, pink balloon. She opened her mouth and began kissing her own nipple, licking and sucking on it passionately. The more she sucked, the more she got into it. She began bobbing her head and whimpering as she nursed on herself, as the flurries of nipple joy raced over her tummy to her clit.
"Enough!" Bruckner said, deftly whacking her on top of the head. "I'm sure the Brothers have got the idea. From the Titty Nipple, we move onto the general area of the head. Basically, you have three orifices that can be utilized: the Nose Holes and the Mouth."
The gorge began to rise in my throat as the robed turkey inserted the tip of his pointer into the lovely girl's nose and began making fucking motions with it.
Hildy just stood there trembling as the instructor diddled her nostril. As the penetration became deeper, her face blushed crimson.
"The Nose, as you've probably noticed, is no place for a hard dick, unless you're hung like a chipmunk. Ha, ha, ha," he said. "But it's a swell place to shove an otherwise idle tongue or pinkie finger."
When Bruckner withdrew the probe, Hildy looked very disappointed.
"Which brings us to the Mouth," he said, teasing her lips with the damp pointer tip. "The Mouth is made up of a few easily recognizable parts. These are the Lips here, they are good for lots of things. Then can kiss."
Hildy closed her eyes and puckered up, giving the tip a tender smooch.
"They can suck." Bruckner pushed the tip into her mouth and slid it in and out as she applied suction, pursing her lips about the stiff wand. He removed the end from her mouth and rapped her briskly across the nose with it. "Also important is the Tongue."
Hildy dutifully displayed her oral equipage to the class.
"...which can lick...."
She wrapped her tongue about the wood tip ecstatically, spreading her drool over it.
"...and the Teeth, which can bite."
White teeth sank into the hickory stick.
"Not forgetting, of course, the Throat." Bruckner turned the pointer around and stuffed the fatter, handle end into her open, greedy mouth, ramming it deep in her throat and twisting it about.
Hildy whimpered and moaned, sucking and licking the plunging pseudo-cock for all she was worth.
Bruckner took the slobber-drenched tool from her and said, "Are there any questions so far?"
A man in front raised his hand and said, "What about the ears? They've got holes, too...."
Bruckner tut-tutted the man. "I'm surprised at you, Brother Scheib. Don't you know that the smallest thing you're supposed to put in your ear is your elbow? The Ear is not, I repeat, is not a suitable orifice for sexual use ... at least not in homo sapiens...."
I could hardly sit still. Every time the Lunie creep touched her with the goddam stick, poking her, prodding her, humiliating her in front of all those men, I wanted to rip his face off. But I could do nothing without blowing my cover. Also, I wasn't completely sure that she'd appreciate an interruption in the lesson.
Bruckner made her lean against the low teacher's desk, jabbing with the sharp pointer until she was in a suitable position. Her smooth, round buttocks were barely on the edge of the desktop and she had one high-heeled shoe on the floor, while the other one, and her long leg, was up on the desk. It was a very difficult position to maintain ... her entire crotch was exposed from muff to ass-hole ... and she had to hold onto her knee to keep her foot in place on the desktop.
Bruckner traced lazy circles around the turgid pink donut that was her sex. He teased the puffy labia, peeling them back and flicking her hard pea of a clit. "This of course is the Cunt," he said. "The hole is right here at the bottom where all these twatlips gether. See? And way down here is the Shitter or Asshole. Go on, Bitch, show the Brothers what you can do."
Hildy looked at the eager, beet red faces of the men as they stared into her hot little snatch. For a split second the effect of the drug seemed to weaken and she looked like a very frightened little girl.
Bruckner brought the stick down on the desk beside her with a loud SSSSSWWWAACK! The poor thing jumped a mile, but her fingers slowly, obediently crept down over the sparse blonde fur, over the plump summit of her mound, over the swollen pink lips.
"That's it, Bitch," Bruckner said, "give us a twiddle or two."
Hildy's face once again blushed red as she touched the erect nub of her clit. She rolled the hot pea around between her thumb and forefinger and groaned so low, so sultry that it made my balls ache. She was getting off. No doubt about it. Her head rolled about on her shoulders, her hips began to squirm on the desktop, and her pore, her sweet wrinkly sphincter, started puckering and pouting, smooching in and out as the flurries of clit joy sent her muscles into spasm.
Much to the delight of the boys in the front row, her pussy suddenly gave a great gusher of clear lubricant that slipped from the nadir of her slot, rushing down over her perfect buttocks, down between their deep cleavage.
"Diddle!" Bruckner ordered.
The moaning girl stuffed a pair of fingers into her cunt and began to slide them in and out. They went in dry, but they came out wet, glistening. And then it was Squirm City as she shoved the digits wildly, making her juice sputter onto the tabletop, making the mouth of her pussy kiss her slippery knuckles.
"The other hole, too!" he demanded.
Hildy's little finger touched the winking pink ring ... even as her fingers plunged home. "Uhhhhh!" she wailed, pushing her pinkie up her ass. Then all three fingers diving, disappearing into her body.
"Open your eyes, Bitch!" Bruckner told her. "See how attentive an audience you have."
She did as she was ordered, opening her eyes, watching the grinning men watching her finger fuck her cunt and ass simultaneously. "UHHHHHH!" she moaned, her bunghole visibly tightening on her finger. It turned her on no end to see those men watching her degrade herself, to degrade herself for their enjoyment.
And they all were certainly enjoying it, too. I'd like to say that I was the only man in the room who didn't have a hard on, but it'd be a lie. There were no men in the room without hard ons.
"All right, class, now that you have the general idea," the instructor said, "it's time for a little practice. Brother Soames, please begin...."
Soames, a tall thin man, stood up and advanced on the masturbating girl. "Stop that!" he said, slapping her nasty hand. "You are a horrid, degenerate little slut and need a lesson in manners. Down!" He pointed at the floor with an imperious gesture.
Hildy meekly slipped from the desk to her nylon clad knees before him. Her eyes were glued to the upcurving length of his big dick and the wrinkly scrotal sack that hung below it. She wanted to stuff that ugly whang down her throat so bad that her mouth actually began to water.
But Soames had other plans for her mouth. He kicked off his right show. Then he stuck his foot in her face, waving the limp, overlong end of his maroon nylon socks under her nose. "Take it off ... with your teeth," he said.
Whining like a Whippet in heat, her sinuses bombarded by the intense foot odor problem of Brother Soames, her libido boiling over from the kicks she was getting, Hildy latched onto the damp sock and, like a faithful but none too bright Dalmatian, proceeded to drag off her master's foot covering.
Soames feet were pale white things, sprinkled with long black hairs, adorned with varicose ivy motifs. His were tootsies that had never seen the light of day, nor the label on a can of Desenex.
"Kiss my feet, Bitch!" he cried, his cock thumping against his belly.
Hildy whinnied and threw herself down on the foul phalanges, smothering them with ardent kisses. She pressed her perfect rosy lips to the hideous and ingrown big toenail and her tongue dove between it and the second toe, in the tiny crotch between them.
"OOH, JEEZUS!" Soames warbled, as the sensation of hot, wet tongue sliding between his toes ransacked his psyche and sent the frantic signal from toe to knee to hip to dickhead to balls. "JEEEEEZ!" Hot sperm belched from the slot in his pudcap, shooting up to touch his chin, to hang there an instant before falling back onto his convulsing balls.
Hildy, even with a face full of foot, could smell the come in the air. She was up and at 'em like a heat seeking missile. Her mouth swarmed over Soames' hairy nuts, over the gross, greasy base of his cock, and then her lips covered the raging bulb, capturing the musty spritzes in her hungry mouth.
SSSSSWWWWAACK!!
"MMM-YEEEEE!" she screeched as Bruckner laid a swat of the pointer across her pert buns. Come flew from her pain-twisted lips and dribbled down her chin.
I was up out of my chair like a bullet, ready to shove Bruckner's sadistic pointer where the sun never shines. Slaney caught my arm and rose with me, holding me back with out seeming to. Our movement stirred the others who, not wishing to miss out on any keen sex thrills, rose with us and made tracks for the kneeling, weeping girl.
"Bitches don't take unless they are told to take," Bruckner told her, elbowing his way into the ring of hard and horny studs who surrounded her. "Brother Grue, I believe you are next. Please continue the lesson."
"Go on," Slaney said, giving me a push towards the sobbing teenager.
What could I do? If I hadn't had such a terrible hard on, I could've begged off. You know, a temporary dysfunction. But Christ! I was as big as a fire hose and pre-come was drooling over the head over my cock like I hadn't been laid in a month. And, anyway, I had to play along so they wouldn't get suspicious. Right?
Oh, hell, I might as well admit it. Despite my loathing for Brother Bruckner, the way Hildy ate up abuse was a definite turn on. Maybe I hated him because I wasn't holding the stick!
When I stepped up to Hildy, there was only one thing on my mind: squirting. I grabbed her by the ponytail and jerked her head up to face my bloated balls.
"Ooooh!" she sighed as she saw the great shifting orbs in their pouch.
I dragged her mouth down on my nuts, rubbing her lips over them, making her kiss and suck my bag. She liked balls better than feet; that was plain from the way she snorted and snuffled, lapping her tongue not only over the pendulous sack but lower, much lower, straining against my grip on her hair to lick at my hairy ass-hole.
I let her have a little taste, but the heat and the slobber of her tongue got me so excited that I had to yank her off or dump my wad down her silky back. I pulled up on her hand of hair, forcing her to turn her attention to my rock-hard cock. It wasn't really "forcing," though, since all I did was point her open, sucking, hungry mouth and let her go to town.
"Mmmmmm-uhhhng," she murmured, showering the base of my dick, the slick and sweaty juncture of balls and shaft, with moist, hot kisses. She loved the musty, man-musk fumes, loved the feel of crisp hairs, of rigid throbbing pole under her lips.
The other Brothers closed in, dicks at ready, rubbing their swollen balls into her cheeks, her neck, her back, surrounding her with erect penis.
"OOOOOH!" she cooed, her hands clutching left and right, closing about this cockstem and that pair Of nuts, her lips diving down over the head of my cock.
God, she loved to suck dick! She seesawed her tongue in the slot of my pecker, trying to tease out a taste more of the salty brew. Then ... and I swear to Moses this is true ... she let me slip from her lips, dropped the guy's cock who stood next to me, reached out and took hold of the dick on the other side of him, shoved his dick down her throat and wrapped her fist about my crank. She moved like a sucking, masturbating machine around the circle of panting studs, giving each one a nut-rattling thrill and then moving on.
Talk about your stenches! All those men in heat smelled like a compost heap overdue for turning. And watching her work out on stiff cock was almost as much of a kick as being worked on. She kept her eyes closed and put her body and soul into every throat thrust, every flip of the wrist. I mean, it was like she was making love. She'd lock some lucky bastard's pudcap in her mouth and then roll her head around, mashing the sex flesh over her tongue, her cheeks, all the while pumping, pumping with her fist. And the juice that was coming out of her snatch was incredible. A river of slick stuff ran down the inside of her thighs, over the tops of her nylons.
Then Slaney, who was receiving the benefit of her mouth, made a gurgling sound and his hips started to buck, slamming his slobbery meat between her lips. Hot squirt shot from her nose as he filled her face to overflowing.
And the orgasming was like an infectious disease. Guys who were on the other side of the circle from lips and hands started shooting. White tendrils spattered on her back, in her hair, over her forehead, her legs, her shoes, her nipples. Ten spraying cocks showered her in egg flesh.
"OH! OH! OH!" she squealed, falling back, opening her mouth, cupping her hands to catch the slimy deluge.
The moaning and groaning was awesome and by the time it was over, Hildy lay flat on her back, delirious with joy, rubbing the effluvium over her breasts, her tummy, down into her crotch, into the sloppy vortex that was her pussy.
Once ducts had been vented and the searing nut joy had abated, the first thing everyone started looking for was something to wipe the residue off on. Hildy's hair was out of the question. We'd given her a sperm shampoo and no rinse. Finally the others filed out to scrounge up some towels. I hung back, hoping to get a word in with the come-crazed girl.
I knelt beside her and said, "Hildy, I have to talk to you."
She opened her eyes. They were huge ... and wild. "Oooh!" she said, sitting up, grabbing my limp dick in both hands, pumping it frantically while nursing on the slippery cap.
"No, Hildy, really. I want to be alone with you."
She looked up from her stiffening prize. Her eyes blazed. She gave my cock a long, sensuous lick from base to cap. Then she lay on her back and spread her thighs as far as they'd go. She held her juicy little pussy open for me, begging me to penetrate her.
"No, you don't understand," I said. "The others will be back."
"Mmmmm," she mumbled, sitting up and grabbing my cock again, munching my nerve bundle with her sharp teeth. "Tomorrow, during meditation hour ... all alone...."