Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
T essara
I felt another subtle shift in my governor’s intensity, and I cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. Gamma’s fingers moved faster, more insistently, and I could feel myself climbing higher and higher toward release.
Beside us, Lydia’s moans had grown louder, more desperate. “Mr. Thornton!” she cried. “Oh, god, please… please let me come!”
“Not yet, you naughty girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “You haven’t earned it yet.”
Elara’s usually quiet voice rose in a keening wail. “Please, sir! I’ll be so good, I promise. Just please… oh!”
Gamma’s fingers moved relentlessly between my thighs, drawing gasps and moans from my lips that I no longer tried to stifle. I rocked against him shamelessly, chasing the release that seemed just out of reach.
“That’s it,” Gamma encouraged, his voice low and husky. “Show everyone how much you need this.”
“I suggest level eight,” I heard Mr. Thornton say, “but let’s not allow them to come for a while yet.”
“Fine idea, Thornton,” said Mr. Blackwood.
I heard Lydia and Elara gasp and sob as their guardians adjusted their governors. I looked up into Gamma’s serious yet kind face, thinking my words to him rather than saying them, and marveling as I felt him understand, and watched him smile.
Me too?
I had lost track of where my guardian, the human-alien I loved, had put the little device that seemed at that moment to control not just my cunny but my destiny. I felt his left hand move against my side, and I realized he held it there, and then I felt the need and the pleasure between my legs build in an instant so intensely that I cried out, my hips bucking hard in desperate search of friction from Gamma’s enormous, skillful hand.
“Gentlemen,” Dr. Porter’s voice cut through the fog of pleasure, “I believe it would help all the girls for us to take this lesson a step further. Miss Tessara, as you know, is not a virgin, and she has already shared her knowledge of carnal matters with the other girls.”
My eyes flew open, my cheeks burning with shame as I remembered the whispered conversations in the dormitory. How foolish I had been, thinking our indiscretions would go unnoticed.
Dr. Porter continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “Given these circumstances, I believe it would be most educational for Miss Lydia and Miss Elara to witness a more… comprehensive demonstration of marital duties.”
I felt Gamma tense beneath me, his arousal evident against my thigh. Through our mental connection, I sensed a surge of excitement and anticipation.
“Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Porter said, “I encourage you to make full use of your ward. Her mouth, her cunny, and her bottom are of course already all at your disposal, and you should avail yourself of them, I think. Let the other girls see what awaits them in their marriage beds.”
My heart raced, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. I thought of the plug Mrs. Porter had made me sleep in, of how it had trained me for my guardian, but the thought of taking Gamma’s enormous cock there still terrified me as much as it excited me.
“Kneel down, Tessara,” Gamma’s deep voice rumbled in my ear.
On shaky legs, I rose from his lap. As Gamma reached out with gentle hands, he guided me to kneel before him, my knees comforted by the pile of the ornate rug.
“Watch closely, girls,” Dr. Porter instructed. “This is how a proper Prosperian wife pleasures her husband.”
I watched with wide eyes as Gamma unfastened his trousers. I heard gasps from Lydia and Elara as they saw a man’s penis for the first time—and not just any cock, but my guardian’s huge blue one.
“Mr. Thornton and Mr. Blackwood,” said Mrs. Porter. “Perhaps you could favor your wards with a sight of your own members, so that they don’t take fright thinking their husbands will be endowed like Mr. Gamma.”
I heard the noises of my naked schoolmates being placed, like me, upon their knees. Of unfastening, and murmurs of command and encouragement. My attention, however, remained fixed where I knew it must be, and from where I couldn’t have redirected it even had I wanted to. My master’s hardness jutted up from his lap like a bar of alien blue metal, demanding my service.
“Open,” Gamma commanded softly. “Take me in your lovely mouth, sweet one.”
I parted my lips and lowered my head, allowing him to slide into my mouth. The renewed taste of his slightly alien flesh intoxicated me, made my dizzy—the hint of salt and the almost-electric something. I struggled to accommodate his girth, my jaw stretching wide.
Gamma began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth, his hands atop my head to keep me in place for his use. I could hear Lydia’s and Elara’s soft gasps of surprise and arousal, could almost feel their wide-eyed stares on my exposed body.
As Gamma fucked my mouth, I became aware of movement around the room. My watery eyes were fixed on the lewd task before me, but I realized suddenly that through Gamma’s vision I could see Dr. Porter guiding his wife to bend over his desk, then using his control of her clothing to raise her skirts and lower her drawers. I moaned around Gamma’s cock at the revelation of the headmistress’ bare bottom and the smooth, shaven furrow of her cunny nestled between her thighs.
“Pay attention, girls,” Dr. Porter said as he positioned himself behind his wife. “This is how a husband claims his marital rights. I have turned my lovely bride’s governor up to eight, to match our young ladies.”
With a swift motion he entered Mrs. Porter and began to fuck.
“Please, Gamma,” I whimpered as he withdrew from my mouth. “Please let me come. I need it so badly.”
My entire body trembled with desperate need as Gamma guided me to straddle his lap, facing away from him so I could see what was happening in the rest of the music room for myself. I could feel the heat radiating from his enormous blue cock as it pressed against my slick folds.
“Patience, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hands gripping my hips. “You’ll get what you need soon enough.”
With agonizing slowness, he lowered me onto his shaft. I cried out as he stretched and filled me, the pleasure almost unbearable. Again and again my governor had to curb my arousal, sending constant tingles through the whole region between my waist and my knees.
Across the room, I saw a sight so lewd it made me faint, and I heard Lydia’s and Elara’s muffled whimpers as their guardians guided them to take their cocks into their mouths for the first time.
“That’s it, girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “Use your tongue. Worship your guardian’s cock like a good Prosperian lady.”
Mr. Blackwood’s voice was gentler but no less firm. “Relax your throat, Elara. Take me deeper. You want to please me, don’t you?”
I began to rock my hips, riding Gamma’s massive shaft. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, intensified by the constant buzz of my governor. Gamma’s hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Gamma, please. I can’t… I can’t bear it. Please let me come.”
His deep chuckle reverberated through me. “Not yet, sweet one. We have more to explore.”
With a swift movement, he lifted me off his lap. He stood, suspending me in air, and then he bent me over the arm of the chair. I felt the cool air on my bare bottom, still blazing from Dr. Porter’s caning. Then I felt something slick pressing against my tightest hole.
“Remember your training, Tessara,” Gamma said as he began to work his finger into my bottom. “Relax and accept me.”
I whimpered as he stretched me, the burn of penetration mingling with the lingering sting of my punishment. Across the room, I heard Dr. Porter’s rhythmic grunts as he continued to fuck his wife.
“Girls,” the headmaster called out, his voice strained with exertion. “Pay attention to how Mrs. Porter takes her pleasure. See how she pushes back against me, eager for more despite her initial resistance?”
I couldn’t see Mrs. Porter’s face, but I could hear her muffled moans of pleasure. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the whimpers and gasps of Lydia and Elara as they learned to pleasure their guardians with their mouths.
Dr. Porter’s voice rang out, thick with arousal. “Gentlemen, our girls are performing admirably. I believe they’ve earned a reward. Let’s turn their governors up to ten, shall we?”
A chorus of beeps filled the air as the men adjusted our settings. The change was immediate and overwhelming. Where before there had been a constant ebb and flow of pleasure, now there was an unrelenting tide of sensation that threatened to sweep me away.
“Oh!” I cried out, my body shuddering. “Oh, god, Gamma!”
His finger continued to work in and out of my bottom, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent.
“Good girls,” Mrs. Porter called out, her voice breathy and strained. “You may touch yourselves now. Show your guardians how much you appreciate their generosity.”
I heard twin gasps of relief from Lydia and Elara, followed by the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds. Their muffled moans grew louder, more desperate as they pleasured themselves while continuing to service their guardians with their mouths.
“That’s it,” Mr. Thornton insisted firmly. “Play with that needy little cunny. Show me how much you want it.”
Again, Mr. Blackwood’s voice was softer but no less commanding. “Rub your clit, Elara. I want to see you come while you suck me.”
The room filled with a symphony of lewd noises—the slap of flesh on flesh, wet squelches, muffled moans, and breathy gasps. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a heady mixture that made my head spin.
Suddenly, I felt the blunt head of Gamma’s massive cock pressing against the tiny bud of my anus. I tensed instinctively, a whimper of fear escaping my lips.
“Relax, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Remember your training. Breathe and let me in.”
I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to relax. Slowly, inexorably, Gamma began to push forward. The stretch hurt despite the careful preparation, but I could feel Gamma’s pleasure, and it seemed to mingle with my own terrible, shameless need. I cried out, a strangled sound that was equal parts discomfort and arousal.
“Oh, god!” I screamed as Gamma’s cock breached me fully, sliding inch by agonizing inch into my bottom—used by my Vionian masters, yes, but never like this. “Gamma! It’s too much! I can’t… I can’t…”
But even as I protested, my hips pushed back against him, my body betraying my desperate need. The burn of penetration mingled with the relentless pleasure from my governor, creating a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.
Gamma began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. Each movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my body. The burn of Gamma’s enormous cock stretching my tightest hole created a storm of feeling that threatened to sweep me away. I clung desperately to the arm of the chair, my knuckles white with effort as I struggled to process the intensity of it all.
“Girls.” Mr. Thornton’s gruff voice cut through the haze of sensation. “Pay attention now. Watch how Miss Tessara takes her guardian in her bottom like a good Prosperian wife.”
“Yes,” Mr. Blackwood added, his tone thick with arousal. “See how she receives him despite discomfort from such a big shaft in such a tiny place. That’s what a proper lady does—she learns to find pleasure in all the ways her husband uses her body.”
I felt my face flame with embarrassment at their words, mortified that Lydia and Elara were watching me in such a lewd position. Yet I couldn’t stop the way my hips rocked back against Gamma, desperate for more of the exquisite fullness he provided.
Gamma’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to increase his pace. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity through my body, the pain of penetration morphing into a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. I could feel him in my mind, his satisfaction and arousal mingling with my own desperate need.
“Oh, god,” I sobbed, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Gamma, please… I can’t… I need…”
“I know, sweet one,” he murmured, his voice strained with effort. “Just a little longer. Show the other girls how obedient you are.”
I could hear Lydia’s and Elara’s whimpers growing more desperate as they pleasured themselves while watching Gamma claim my bottom. The shameful sounds seemed to intensify the signals shooting through my nervous system.
“That’s it, girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “Rub that needy little cunt. I want to see you come with my cock in your mouth.”
“Faster, Elara,” Mr. Blackwood added in his gentler but insistent voice. “Show me how much you enjoy watching Miss Tessara take her punishment.”
I could feel my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me at any moment. My governor, set to its highest level, no longer curbed my arousal but seemed to amplify it, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body with each of Gamma’s thrusts.
“Please,” I begged, beyond shame or propriety. “Please, I need to come. I can’t bear it any longer!”
“Come for me, Tessara,” Gamma commanded, his voice deep and resonant. “Show everyone how beautifully you submit.”
His words unleashed a torrent of sensation. The pleasure that had been building inside me exploded outward, consuming every nerve ending. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. My whipped bottom clenched rhythmically around Gamma’s massive shaft, intensifying the feeling of fullness there and turning the soreness from the cane into a torrent of pleasure.
Through the haze of my own climax, I heard Mr. Thornton’s gruff voice. “That’s it, Lydia. Come for me, girl. Let me feel that sweet mouth work around my cock.”
Lydia’s muffled cry of release joined my own, her body shuddering as she found her peak. The wet sounds of her pleasure filled the air, mingling with Mr. Thornton’s grunts of approval.
“Good girl, Elara.” Mr. Blackwood’s gentler tones carried across the room. “You’ve earned your release. Come now, while you worship my cock with that pretty mouth.”
Elara’s whimper of ecstasy completed the symphony of feminine pleasure. The sounds of our collective climax echoed off the music room walls.
But it wasn’t over. As the first wave of pleasure began to ebb, I felt another building immediately in its wake. Gamma’s relentless thrusts into my bottom, combined with the intensity of the stimulation finally released by my governor, sent me hurtling toward another peak.
“Oh, god!” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “I’m… I’m coming again!”
The second orgasm hit me even harder than the first. My vision went white, my body arching as pleasure radiated from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I was vaguely aware of Gamma’s grunt of satisfaction as my muscles clenched around him.
Across the room, I heard Lydia’s muffled scream and Mr. Thornton’s encouraging words. “That’s it, keep coming. Show me what a needy little slut you are.”
Elara’s soft cries joined the chorus once more, punctuated by Mr. Blackwood’s groans of pleasure.
I lost count of how many times I came, each orgasm blending into the next in an endless sea of bliss. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Through it all, Gamma’s enormous cock continued to pound into my bottom, stretching me, filling me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
Finally, I felt Gamma’s rhythm falter. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he neared his own climax. I felt his pleasure building through our mental connection, his need for release as urgent and overwhelming as my own had been.
“Tessara,” Gamma growled, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to fill your tight little bottom with my seed.”
His words sent another jolt of arousal through me, and I pushed back against him, eager to feel him find his release. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, sir. Make me yours.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Gamma buried himself fully inside my aching bottom. I felt his cock pulse, felt the hot rush of his seed flooding me. The sensation triggered yet another climax, my body convulsing around him as he emptied himself inside me.
Through the haze of my own pleasure, I became aware of the sounds of completion echoing around the room. Mr. Thornton’s guttural groan mingled with Lydia’s muffled whimper as he found his release in her mouth. Mr. Blackwood’s softer gasp of pleasure was accompanied by Elara’s gentle moan as she swallowed his essence.
Dr. Porter’s rhythmic grunts reached a crescendo as he drove into his wife one final time. “Take it all, my dear,” he growled. “Every last drop.”
Mrs. Porter’s answering cry of ecstasy filled the air, her body shuddering as she reached her own peak.
For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional aftershock of pleasure. I lay draped over the arm of the chair, Gamma still buried deep inside me, his hands gently stroking my back. I felt utterly spent, my body humming with residual pleasure and the lingering ache of my punishment.
Slowly, carefully, Gamma withdrew from my bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. But then his strong arms were around me, lifting me and cradling me against his chest as he sat back down in the chair.
“You did so well, sweet one,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
I nuzzled into his chest, basking in his praise and the warmth of his embrace. Around us, I could hear the rustling of movement as the other men tended to their wards. Soft words of comfort and approval filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sniffle or whimper from Lydia and Elara.
As I lay there in Gamma’s arms, I felt a subtle shift in our mental connection. There was a new depth to it, a sense of something profound and unbreakable forming between us. I looked up into his eyes, seeing a mixture of tenderness and determination there.
Then, as clear as if he had spoken aloud, I heard his voice in my mind.
Sweet one… darling Tessara… will you marry me?