Headmistress Swift

“WINIFRED VAN HELSING!” the shocked, angry cry breaks you out of your reverie. Mistress Swift is standing in the doorway.

Winny leaps to her feat, her face red with shame. “Miss, I…”

Mistress Swift doesn’t give her a chance to finish. “Winifred, I’m appalled. I want to see the pair of you in my office right now.”

Winny turns to look for her discarded lab coat. “NOW!” Miss Swift shouts, and Winny looks horrified as she realises that the Headmistress truly means for her to go as she is.

Winny desperately tries to cover her naked body with her hands, but it’s a futile gesture. Her recent debauchery is plain for all to see, and everyone turns to stare as the pair of you follow Miss Swift through the corridors. Plenty of people mutter insults or lewd suggestions as you pass, which the Headmistress ignores. Winny’s humiliation is total.

For your part, you find it doesn’t bother you. You’re a monster’s slut now, you’ve accepted your lot. In fact, their lusty looks are just making you horny.

Mistress Swift takes you to her office, and the pair of you sit in front of her desk (you suspect the cum on your bodies is going to stain the leather chairs).

“Well, Winifred?” Mistress Swift says sternly. “I await an explanation.”

“It…I…” Winny stammers, before pointing angrily at you. “It was HER fault!”

Miss Swift looks over the rims of her glances, and Winny quails. “Do not try to put the blame on someone else, Winifred. Especially not someone who it was your job to control – with a shock collar, I might add.”

You notice a small jade statuette on the edge of Miss Swift’s desk, one of the many mementos of her adventures that litter the room. No doubt she could tell a fascinating story about its origins. But what most interested you in it was the fact that it was basically cylindrical. You pick it up.

Miss Swift doesn’t notice. She’s too busy tearing into Wendy. “I can understand a huntress being **** in the field – such is an unfortunate hazard of our work, and most of us have endured it from time to time. But to be **** by prisoners in the lab?! And for one with your powers?! This is a disgrace! And to actually revel in such a thing, debasing yourself like a cheap whore?! This may well be unforgivable.”

You slide the statuette into your pussy, and Miss Swift and Winny both turn to look at you as you moan and throw your leg over the arm of the chair so you can drive it in deeper. Miss Swift is clearly appalled at your immodest degeneracy. But after a stunned moment she decides to ignore you. After all, she’s the one who declared you nothing more than a slut, fit only for fucking monsters. She can hardly complain now when you act that way. She turns back to Winny.

“Were this your only crime, Winifred, I would be seriously questioning your worthiness to be part of our organisation. However there is the other matter. You’ve been selling the breeders as whores.”

“No, I haven’t–” Winny begins, but Miss Swift cuts her off.

“Do not lie to me, Winifred!” she says sharply. “We have the security camera footage. You must have made a five hundred pounds this week alone. This is not the behaviour I expected when I put you in charge of the breeding project. So do not insult us both with some futile attempt at an explanation. Take your punishment like a woman.”