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Chapter 8
by Oneilsson
What's next?
The archives
Emile lead her down several flights of stairs, then through a narrow hallway.
"Not very inviting, I know, but it's an old building" the administrator explained "a few people make their way down here from time to time though".
As they continued through another set of doors Emma could her thumping and muffled, almost tired moans.
"Oh I'd almost forgotten. This is were we keep Natalie most of the time" he pointed at a dark haired woman on the floor with her arms tied above her head, barley visable behind the big man using her head"
Emile continued "She used to be a professor. Still is I suppose, on paper at least. She refused to abide by the freeuse laws, and even tried to get the female students to do the same. Staged a strike or some such."
"Now we just keep her around, often here outside the janitors break room, but anyone is free to use her of course."
"It's like the president always says, the only solution to a feminst is a big dick down her throat. And this one seemed to have learned their place."
While they were talking one of the janitors grunted and painted Natalies face with his cum.
"Oh, and we clean her up once in a while of course."
Emile walked up to his old colleague.
"Hey there Natalie, I was just telling our visitor here how you've learned your place, isn't that right?"
Nathalie looked up at him with her cum drenched face, Emma couldn't say if she detected pleasure or defiance in those blue eyes:
"Yes sir."
"Good, being a good little cumsluts suits you. I'm happy to give you some more" he said and took his cock out. He tore of her thin shirt and started fucking her mouth.
"Admit it, you like this, don't you Natalie?"
"Yeshm... sirg..." the woman tried to speak, but with a cock showed down her throat that was obviously not an easy task.
Emile looked back at Emma "they get food of course, but frankly with all the cum these two are getting, I'm not sure why they need anything more"
It didn't take long for Emile to pull out of Natalies mouth and fill her face with even more cum, on top of the janitors dried out semen from a few minutes earlier.
Nathalie sat there silently, with the tip of Emiles cock on her lips. Emile made one last thrust, pushing the cock to the back of her throat, making Nathalie gag.
***
The pair eventually made it down to the archives. The university archivist was a middle eastern women in her 30s. Beside a slight cleavage that revealed some chockingly large breasts, she looked like any old librarian to Emma. Yunger and more attractive perhaps, but still professional and clever looking.
"Hello Emile" she said with a flirtatious smile. This one, at least, seemed to enjoy herself, Emma thought. "And you've brought a visitor!"
"Hello darling Jasmine" Emile said and kissed the archivist on the cheek. "This is Emma, from England. She's looking for information regarding the implementation of the freeuse laws".
"I heard that the university has records of the time right before the laws passing, the early court documents from resisting women, reports from the great gangbang in the senate, to name a few things" Emma chimed in.
"Well of course we do!" Jasmine said" Let me show you the section relating to the freeuse laws. Though I must warn you, they're quite extensive".
Emma started to shift through the catalouge of this section of the archive. It bacame evident that she would be there for a while. She heard whispers and giggles from the other side of the bookshelf, Jasmine and Emile obviously enjoying themselves.
A few minutes later she heard a soft, wet sound as if something was lightly tapping a wet surface. She peaked throught he book case and saw Jasmine on the floor with Emiles hand gripping her jaw. Her big eyes looked up at him as he slapped her tongue with his cock over and over again.
She's enjoying herself, thats something at least Emma thought.
She was obviously used to this kind of thing. As soon as he stopped slapping she expertly started blowing him, alternating between deep blowns and playfully kissing the tip.
Emma could not let herself get distracted though, and went back to her work.