From a stranger's eyes

Lizzy woke up feeling exceedingly groggy and altogether strange in all manner of ways… She couldn’t really remember where she was, or how she'd managed to fall asleep in such a position. Blearily, she looked around her and was surprised to find an audience of well-dressed and intimidating strangers watching her. Was that a woman dressed up as a cat?

It was only the presence of Madame Stanfield and another body wearing the Academy's skimpy uniform that solidified for her that this must be a dream… After all, she recognised that anxious-looking face staring back as the one which had greeted her in every mirror as far back as she could remember. Though somehow it seemed sickening to witness it without the cross wired symmetry of reflection. She had to turn away from that vision, lest it drive her quite mad with self-detachment.

Fortunately, presented before her was something she found far more reassuring: The cock of her husband and owner-to-be, dangling there expectantly before her unusually-chapped lips. She leant forward to take it between them as any good slut would, comforted by the familiarity of the task when all else seemed topsy-turvy. This must just be a vivid dream. An out-of-body experience as she lay in her bed after a long day of learning to be fuckmeat. That was why her fingers seemed courser as she reached them up to caress master’s balls. That was why her legs ached from what was a barely uncommon amount of kneeling. That was why her chest felt flatter and some curious, new source of discomfort was wedged between her thighs. The good, little slutwife ignored all of that as much as she could… and concentrated on bringing Mr Carter to climax.

Lizzy looked on in confusion… as the horridly rude Drop-out boy set to work doing exactly what he'd just said he wouldn't. She didn’t really understand what was going on. No-one had told her anything since her master had given her this second collar as a gift several weeks previously and his two giantesses had fiddled with it that morning. The tight choker prickled sometimes… like it was rimmed with tiny needles that buzzed with static electricity. But she certainly wasn't going to complain about anything Mr Carter asked of her. However, the sudden look of recognition that dishevelled young man had just given her… had been particularly unsettling.

"Remarkable!" Exclaimed one of the observing shareholders, standing up to get a better view. "He's going at it as eagerly as my Sonia does after I've given her an afternoon of vibes and spankings…”

Derrick smirked, beckoning the man over… along with the rest of the onlookers now crowding round for a better look. He then motioned for Lizzy to join him among the throng too, settling down to kneel beside the newly christened cock-swallower, as of course she would. Before long the pair of them were back to back, two mouths and four hands occupied by a rotating cast of genitalia. The practiced schoolgirl was of course more than used to finding herself in such positions… but even she was quite impressed by how well the drop-out boy was keeping up.

“Their technique’s are uncannily similar… almost precisely the same, even.” Blurted out one of the participants, an elegantly-dressed lady with her long skirt bunched up in a fist. Clearly she thought of herself as some sort of connoisseur over such things, pushing Lizzy’s face deep between her thighs.

“Exactly!” Beamed a triumphant Mr Carter, unable to hide his delight at everything playing out just like he’d hoped. “No more need for all that specialised training and constant discipline... Just a flick of a switch and your pet could be a cheeky, little minx… or shy, timid flower… or domineering, young sadist! One slut, bought second-hand and lowly-rated… could suddenly become a whole harem of uniquely-raised personalities! No need to ever get bored... nor go through the expense of having one toy for every occasion. Every household in the city can simply share the fruits of those labours…”

The man leant back on his heels to wrap an arm around the waist of each of his white-haired goddesses. Watching the gaggle of rich and powerful investors squabble over who got to dip themselves into which plaything next, like children trying to determine which identical new bike was faster. A single drip of sweat tracing down his brow hinted that he had not been quite so confident this would all go smoothly as he’d acted… But the satisfaction in seeing it had, was unshakeable and clear.

Madame Stanfield remained perched upon the edge of her own desk. Stroking the cat-woman lying across her lap. Watching her own student be matched cock-for-cock and pussy-for-pussy… by a boy brought in hissing and spitting not moments before.