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“Yes,” Betty moaned, her hips grinding against my face as her own climax approached. “She’s learning so well… taking you so perfectly while pleasuring me… oh, God, yes, just like that, Viola, you dirty little whore.”
I felt a surge of desperate hope at their exchange, my body trembling with the need for release that had been building since the colonel had withdrawn from my sex. The dual stimulation ofhis cock in my bottom and the shameful thrill of serving Betty with my mouth had brought me to the very edge of climax, but I knew better than to seek completion without permission.
“Very well,” Colonel Quinst said with evident satisfaction. “I’ll activate the stimulation on her governor. Let’s see how she responds to real encouragement.”
I heard him take hold of his handheld with one hand while maintaining his grip on my hip with the other, never pausing in his devastating rhythm. The device chimed softly as he accessed the governor’s controls, and then suddenly my world exploded into sensation.
The stimulation began at a level that made me scream into Betty’s soaking, hot pussy, my entire body convulsing as waves of electric pleasure crashed through my core. The governor’s targeted vibration combined with the fullness of the colonel’s cock to create a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to shatter my sanity.
“Perfect,” Colonel Quinst breathed, his own control beginning to slip as my bottom clenched rhythmically around his shaft. “She’s gripping me like a vise now. The device is making her even tighter.”
Betty’s thighs trembled around my face as my muffled cries of pleasure vibrated against her most sensitive places. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hands tightening in my hair. “Make me come while you’re coming, Viola. I want to feel you scream…”
The colonel increased the governor’s intensity, and I felt myself hurtling toward the precipice of the most devastating climax of my life. My body was no longer my own—it belonged entirelyto the sensations they were creating, to the shame and pleasure that had become indistinguishable.
“Beg for it,” Colonel Quinst commanded, his voice rough with approaching completion. “Beg to come with my cock in your ass while you service my wife.”
I lifted my face from Betty’s flesh just long enough to sob out the words they demanded: “Please, Guardian! Please let me come! I need to come with your cock in my bottom! Please, please, I’m begging you!” I screamed, my voice breaking with desperation as the governor’s relentless stimulation pushed me beyond all endurance. “Please let me come on your cock while I serve Mistress! I need it so much!”
“Now,” Colonel Quinst growled, his control finally shattering as his own climax approached. “Come for us, Viola. Show us what a perfect little whore you’ve become.”
The permission unleashed everything I had been holding back. My orgasm tore through me with such devastating force that I thought I might actually die from the intensity. Every muscle in my body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my bottom clenching rhythmically around the colonel’s thick shaft while my mouth worked frantically against Betty’s sex.
Betty’s own climax followed moments later, her cries echoing through the bedroom as she shuddered against my face. The taste of her release filled my mouth as she ground herself harder against my tongue, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks.
Colonel Quinst’s rhythm became erratic as his own completion approached. “Powers,” he gasped, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “She’s milking me… I’m going to…”
He drove deep one final time, his shaft pulsing as he spilled himself inside my bottom with a groan of satisfaction. The feeling of being filled so intimately while the governor continued its maddening stimulation sent another smaller climax rippling through me, making me whimper against Betty’s still-sensitive flesh.
When it was over, we collapsed together on the tangled sheets, all three of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. Colonel Quinst remained buried inside me for long moments, his hands stroking my trembling flanks with surprising gentleness.
“Extraordinary,” he murmured finally, slowly withdrawing from my stretched passage. The emptiness left me feeling oddly bereft, my body still humming with residual pleasure. “Betty, I believe our student has exceeded all expectations.”
Betty smiled with maternal pride as she helped me turn over, my bound wrists finally showing signs of strain from the prolonged restraint. “She’s a natural submissive,” she agreed, stroking my sweat-dampened hair. “Prince Hendren chose very well indeed.”
CHAPTER 17
Viola
The morning came too soon for me, announced by soft chimes echoing through the Quinst household. I woke slowly, my body aching in ways that served as vivid reminders of the previous evening’s thorough education. The restraints had been removed, and my Guardian had carried me to my own room at some point during the night, but my wrists bore faint marks from the leather cuffs, I saw as I blinked my eyes into clarity.
Betty appeared in the doorway of my small bedroom, already clad in an elegant morning dress, her hair perfectly arranged despite the obscene intimacies we had shared mere hours before. The transformation from passionate, demanding Mistress back to maternal authority figure seemed effortless, though I caught something embarrassingly knowing in her pale eyes as they assessed my disheveled state.
“Good morning, dear,” she said warmly, as if greeting a houseguest rather than the woman she had helped her husband use for his pleasure with such thoroughness. “Time to preparefor your return to the Academy. The other students will be arriving back as well, and Mistress Orela expects punctuality.”
I struggled to sit up, wincing as various tender places reminded me of Colonel Quinst’s thorough possession. My face burned as I recalled how completely I had surrendered to their combined ministrations, how desperately I had begged for their use of my body.
“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, hearing hoarseness in my voice and remembering the previous night’s screams of pleasure.
Betty moved to the dresser where my overnight bag waited, withdrawing my fresh underwear and placing it on the dresser like a reminder of the innocent veneer my schoolgirl clothes would provide.
She helped me dress with the same maternal care she had shown while preparing me for their bed, her hands gentle yet possessive as she arranged my uniform. When she smoothed down my skirt and adjusted my collar, it felt so much like an ordinary morning transaction that I found myself wondering whether I had ever served as president of a proud, thriving planet.
“The Academy transport will arrive in twenty minutes,” she informed me, leading me toward the kitchen where I could smell breakfast preparations. “But first, you must eat properly. Your training requires substantial energy.”
Colonel Quinst sat at the kitchen table in his military dress uniform, consulting reports while he ate. He looked up as we entered, his blue eyes assessing me with the same evaluating interest he had shown throughout my strange education.
“Good morning, Viola,” he said formally, though something in his voice made my cheeks warm with memory. “I trust you slept well?”
