Cumming together

“Of course, Madame Stanfield knew there would still be some value in me… Some rich folks have such a fetish for impregnating people that they want a breeder they can keep at home instead of going down to the pits all the time. But, those sorts of cumbuckets generally don’t need anywhere near as much training as we get. All they really need is to grow a big, round belly to bounce around every half a year for their master’s delight. So it was looking like I would be sold off as soon as possible, so as not to waste any more of the school’s time and resources.”

The teacher spoke about all this so calmly. Referring to herself as some sort of defective product that fell off the factory line, despite everything that had happened to her having come from a failure of the ever-vaunted algorithm. To Jesse it seemed another jarringly clear example that, even when something went wrong… everyone seemed to just ignore it and pass the blame along. As if it was far more important to continue believing the system was perfect, even if that meant the sacrifice of a few souls caught up in its imperfections. Miss Daisy was getting to the crux of her tale though, and what she saw needed to be taken from it.

“Which is when and why my classmates stepped up to save me. They petitioned the headmistress to let them work to earn the shortfall in my worth as a plaything. They all went out, night after night. Getting themselves gangbanged and group-purchased. Organising charity orgies and sponsored cum-drinking challenges. Doing everything they could to earn the school enough money to keep me as a student. Their efforts and pornographic images were scooped up and posted in the national media. Politicians and local businesses came to take promotional pictures with us sat on their laps and servicing them. It was an endless, tiring effort to sell our bodies as much as we possibly could, over and over again. For the whole rest of that year.”

The woman smiled at those memories… of those who had rallied round her and given everything they had to keep her with them. All collapsing together in the grey light of dawn, having spent entire nights screwing every stranger they could find… Only to have to wake up and drag themselves to lessons a few scant hours later, because Madame Stanfield would not accept a drop in their grades over such an effort. It had been exhausting, and stressful, and often sore… but it had drawn them all together in a way she had never felt before. Even now, when they had all disappeared off into the world to be toys for the rich and powerful, she could remember every face which had come to her rescue. She might never see most of them again… but she would never forget the debt she owed each one.

“But it still wasn’t enough…” She sighed, remembering the crestfallen moment they had realised just how short they were likely to fall from their target. “Our contracts are ones for life, after all… When buying or selling us, our masters usually trade in the value of all the years of service we likely have left. Like a mortgage on a building, if you’ve ever heard of such a thing. So what even 1st class sluts like us could earn in half a year, barely came close to a downgrade in my overall value… I could have served that original master for a hundred years or more, after all. Or forever, if the algorithm’s medical science keeps progressing as it has. Every single breakthrough makes our predicted worth go up a little more. So we thought all of it might have been wasted…”

The young teacher turned to look at something now, drawing the view of a now-enthralled class to something none of them had noticed before. Unlike any of the other classrooms, this one had one of those ever-changing electronic photo frames that lined the hallways hung in pride of place above them. Only it was not the alluring eyes of a former student that gazed down upon them, but the intimidating gaze of the school’s namesake herself. Her glinting eyes as piercing as ever and heeled boot seeming to press down out of the frame and onto their collected chests. Yet, Miss Daisy looked up at the terrifying figure as if it was a holy saint, granting her strength in times of need. Just like with Silvertongue, it was clear there was more than mere professional admiration that this educator had for her boss. With a slightly quivering voice she said.

“Which is when the Madame herself stepped in. She said we had beaten every record for a class’s earnings, since the school was built. So such efforts needed to be rewarded… She purchased my contract herself, and said part of my duties would be to work here… Teaching all of you about the amazing things that can happen if you all stick together and look out for each other.”