School Spirit

I figured now was as good a time as any to take a tour of the campus, and evaluate the state of the place. As I basked in the afternoon Caribbean sun, I decided that the buildings were well maintained. This place was well funded, after all. I did feel that some more posters, statues, and the like could be put up to help remind the students of their place, as well as serving as extra eye candy for male faculty and visitors. The students themselves, though, could use some work. Their clothes were hardly prudish; these women were Segian. But I knew that, while the school didn’t actually have an official dress code, girls were discouraged from wearing anything extra slutty. And that was in addition to all of the veiled messages they were getting that women had some kind of purpose outside of serving men. I could see the signs of this when after feeling up a few bitches, I heard some grumbling. They didn’t complain, of course. Things weren’t that dire. Still, I Commanded the girls who seemed discontented to go to one of the poorer neighborhoods of the city and ask every man they could find to fuck them. These were things I would have to address, and soon.

I spotted a trio of cheerleaders chatting by a car, and there saw a problem that really needed to be solved. Their skirts were fairly short, though not quite short enough, but were those jerseys they were wearing?! That was not slutty at all! In fact, it seemed almost like they were trying to present themselves as men! Cheerleaders at SWU did not cheer for a school team; there weren’t any sports teams here. It was not the place of a woman to engage in a male activity. Instead, they would cheer for one of the teams of the male colleges on Segia, which were much more academically prestigious. They were more strippers than cheerleaders, really. They were barely covered, if they were wearing clothes at all. In addition to putting on a show for the crowd, they were often used to try and distract the other team. They were also expected to service the team members before, after, or sometimes even during the games. At least, that’s how things were supposed to be. I wondered if those were the uniforms they were wearing during games! Regardless, they should be representing their teams at all times, and that meant always wearing the official uniform while they were at school. Well, it was time to go remind a few more bitches of their place.

The three girls were all bent over a cheap car, giggling to each other while facing away from me. They were all pretty, tall for women and decently curvy, two blondes and a brunette. I sidled up to them and slapped the brunette’s ass, eliciting a yelp. “Hello, girls. I’m your new associate professor, and I thought I should introduce myself to a trio of fine young women like yourselves.”

I was now groping the brunette’s ass. She looked like she wanted to say something about it, but just couldn’t work up the courage. No, that wouldn’t do. The other two just giggled, and I could sense some amusement at their friend’s predicament. Bitches would turn on each other at the drop of a hat, after all. The blonde with the bigger tits, #48, eventually got over her fit of giggles enough to respond. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I’m Chelsea, and this is Diana. The girl you’re getting so well acquainted with is Jenna.”

I flashed them a dashing smile. “I’m Professor Segeste. I hope to be able to impart on you some valuable knowledge and skills, to prepare you for your lives in Segia as grown women. I’d be delighted to see the three of you in my classes.” There. A dashing of charm, along with a name drop. I wanted to see just how far that would allow me to push these sluts.

Diana batted her eyelashes at me. “Oh, but that must make you Leonardo Segeste! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Aside from being the heir to Segia’s de facto ruling family, I had entered into several public relationships during my time in LA, giving me some extra prominence. The Segestes had a shady reputation outside of this city, but I had gone a long way toward changing that. It might prove helpful to my future plans, after all. I had even cultivated quite a following myself, being an absurdly handsome young billionaire appearing arm in arm with some of America’s biggest celebrities, with something of a mysterious air due to my lack of a social media presence.

“You girls are cheerleaders, aren’t you? What school do you cheer for?”

Chelsea responded in a respectful tone, “We cheer for Segia Scholarly Institute’s soccer team, sir. There are separate cheerleader squads for Segia University and Green Mountain college. Since SWU is the only major female college on the island, we provide the support for all three schools.”

SSI, SGU, and GMU were the three most prestigious colleges in the city, all male only. They were, in fact, all some of the best universities in the world, and had a fierce rivalry. My father had permitted me to attend GMU under a fake name at 18, although he expected me to make it in based purely on my own merits. I did, getting my bachelor’s and master’s degree in biochemical engineering in a year, during which time I had been the soccer team’s star player. It helped that I was already as big as a tall college student at that point.

“They don’t have you wearing those uniforms, do they? That would be a crime against humanity. Back in my time at GMU, the cheerleaders knew how to put on a show.”

Chelsea was once again the one to answer, saying, “No, sir. We wear the classic uniforms at our games.” The classic uniforms consisted of a tiny miniskirt, significantly shorter than the ones they were currently wearing, along with a thong and pasties of the team’s logo.

Diana interjected. “Headmistress Carmichael has us wear these on campus, though. She says that our uniforms ‘aren’t befitting of young ladies.’”

Diana’s sarcastic tone indicated what she thought of that. Chelsea gave her a stern look for revealing that tidbit, and Jenna, whose ass I was still gripping firmly, snapped back, “We can’t be seen prancing around like sluts in those things! It’s bad enough that we have to wear them at the games!”

I chuckled at the irony of her saying this while allowing me to grope her in public. I also responded, “You are sluts, Jenna. If these are the things Carmichael is teaching you, I’ll have to have a stern word with her. Young whores like you should know how to show off your bodies.”

Diana nodded vigorously at this, while Chelsea did so reluctantly. Jenna’s cheeks reddened further at being called a slut. “Now, girls, I think it’s time we get better acquainted. Come with me, I’ve seen just the spot.”

Even Jenna followed, as I had known she would, from the mini-orgasm she had tried to hide during my groping. I could have made her cum fully and repeatedly, but that would have made things too easy. I led them to a back corner of one of the courtyards I had passed during my earlier tour. There was a clearing with a stone bench that was concealed by some bushes, which I had decided on as the spot for our fuck-session. While out of the way, it was not so private that our activities would be completely concealed. The sound would likely carry and let other people know what we were up to. In this way, it was a test of how far I could push the bitches.

I took a leisurely seat on the bench. “Now, sluts, why don’t you put on a show for me? One at a time, I want to see your cheerleader skills in action. The girl who impresses me the most will be the first to get my cock in her pussy.”

Diana responded eagerly. She threw off her jersey, revealing her lack of bra underneath, and considerable bust. It was a requirement for cheerleaders; they had to have something to shake at the crowd. She then pulled out her phone and played some shitty club music, doing a sexy dance to the beat. It involved a lot of twirling and tit shaking. Finally, she proceeded to make a show of taking off her skirt, turning around and bending over, wiggling her ass as she pulled the skirt down inch by inch. This, of course, gave me an excellent view of her lacy black panties. After she had removed her skirt, she began to twerk to the music. I stopped her.

“Take off those panties, slut, and bring them to me. You can get back to twerking after that.”

She rushed to obey, handing me her soaked underwear in a ball. I stuck them in my briefcase.

“Much better, cunt. Get back to it.”

She did so, shaking her ass like it had caught on fire. I sighed and rubbed my hard dick, looking forward to her twerking on it. I let her whorish display continue for another few minutes, and then told her to stop. “Well done, bitch. I think the other contestants will have a hard time topping you in sluttiness. Now, who’s next?”

Chelsea stepped up with a determined look on her face. She wasted no time in stripping down, handing me a blue thong, which was likewise soaking wet. It joined the other pair in my briefcase. Chelsea then showed some ingenuity by moving my legs apart and hopping on my lap, shaking her ass wildly. She let out a delightful gasp feeling my gargantuan hardon, and immediately moved to hotdog it between her fat asscheeks. My hands, which had been unoccupied, reached up to grope her tits. They were even larger than Diana’s. Meanwhile, Chelsea came screaming at the sensation of my huge cock rubbing against her cunt.

“What a whore you are, Chelsea. You’d better not have ruined my pants,” I said with a laugh.

She managed to moan out an apology. Letting her get back to work, I glanced over at the other sluts. Diana’s arms were crossed under her still naked tits. She was clearly angry that she hadn’t thought to give me a lapdance. Jenna, meanwhile, looked uncomfortable and kept glancing back to make sure that nobody had come across us. I could see the arousal in her eyes, though.

Chelsea’s asscheeks opening and closing around my cock returned my attention to her.

“You’re quite good at this, aren’t you? Is it possible that I would be able to find you at the Crimson on weekends? Or maybe The Pussy Palace?” The Crimson Gentlemen’s Club was the city’s most popular high-end strip club, while The Pussy Palace was a much seedier one.

She blushed heavily, red spreading across her back and even to her ass. “Ah, well, I uh… College doesn’t come free, sir.”

I was delighted, though not surprised, by this piece of information. “Well, which is it? The Crimson or The Pussy Palace?”

“The… The Pussy Palace, sir.”

I let out a cruel laugh at this. “Of course. I expected nothing more of a whore like you. Spreading your legs for every smelly drunk that glances in your direction. You’d better have picked up some serious skills. I don’t usually like my cunts soiled.” Strippers in Segia were more like very cheap prostitutes; they were expected to do whatever a client asked for very little money. And most of that would go to their employer. Prices had to be low, because sex was very easy for men to obtain in other ways in Segia. I imagined Chelsea was still in quite a bit of debt.

It would have likely been her only option, though. There was not much else that a woman could do to earn money here. Only the sexiest and most skilled of sluts could find work as actual prostitutes or servants of the wealthy, and in Segia that was a very high bar. Retail jobs were readily available, as most shops were staffed by women for low-level positions, but those paid even less than being a stripper and required almost as much fucking of the customers. Any office jobs were barred from women due to the intelligence required, except for secretaries. And those positions were also only opened to the most beautiful and sexually skilled. Finally, domestic work was almost always done for free or by women who, while not technically being slaves, were reliant on the men of their household for financial support.

Chelsea stammered at my slut-shaming, but an even stronger orgasm overtook her at the humiliation. She was even more humiliated by this, driving her to another orgasm in quick succession. All the while, she kept grinding on me, and her asscheeks clamped down on my dick each time she came.

“Damn. I’ve met a lot of whores in my day, but you must be one of the sluttiest.” I abruptly stood up, causing her to sprawl naked in the dirt. “Alright, that’s enough of that. If you keep cumming, you’ll pass out. And I also prefer my cunts moaning.”

With that, I turned to Jenna. “Your turn, slut.” When she just stood there, looking terrified, I gave her a firm slap on the ass. “Well? Get moving!”

She finally got to stripping. As I had suspected from when I was groping her, she was wearing crotchless panties. I chuckled at her mortification. “Too inconvenient for you to pull them down every time you spread your legs? You might be even sluttier than that one,” I said, gesturing to Chelsea on the ground. “Well, you can keep them on for now. You’d better start dancing, or I might just have to content myself with fucking these other two sluts.”

That got her hopping. She started jiggling her tits about, as big as Chelsea’s, and gyrating her hips. Diana, seemingly deciding to be helpful, switched the music to Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”. I had fucked that one during my time in Barcelona, cucking her male feminist husband. He thought their triplet daughters were his, the dumb fuck.

Jenna was putting on quite the show. She started out doing a cheerleader routine, using pom poms that she had had on her when I found her. A Segia cheerleader routine involved lots of bouncing tits, splits, miming blowjobs, and twerking, of course. After a few minutes of this, she moved closer to me, grinding all over me like a nightclub slut. One particular highlight was when she had bent over so that her titties were pressed up against my crotch, and shaken them side-to-side, so they made a very satisfying series of slap! noises against my cock, which I had freed from my pants by that point. She wasn’t bold enough to give me a full-on titfuck, which I wouldn’t have allowed for the competition anyway, but this was almost the same thing.

Eventually, I got tired of waiting. It was time for the main event. Anyway, although the girls hadn’t noticed, we had attracted some voyeur sluts hiding in the bushes. It was time to give them some more of a show.

I pushed Jenna away, and had the three bitches line up. “I’ve decided on a winner. Although all of you orgasmed while you were performing, Chelsea was the one who made the sluttiest spectacle of herself with hers. And if there’s one thing a slut needs, it’s a fat cock. So I’ll be fucking her first. Diana, Jenna, come prepare my cock with your mouths. Chelsea, turn around and spread your cheeks.”

All traces of **** gone by this point, all three rushed to obey. The two losers knelt on either side of my hard cock, wrapping their lips around the shaft, and running them up and down the length of it. Even together, their lips barely circled the whole thing. They soon got into a cycle of alternating between doing this and one of them taking the head in her mouth, while the other would slobber over my balls. Chelsea, meanwhile, had turned facing away from me and towards our secret audience, arching her back and spreading her asscheeks. Cheerleaders were supposed to be flexible, after all.

When I deemed myself sufficiently ‘prepared’, I pushed the two whores off my cock and slammed it into the cunt of the third. I punched through her cervix into her womb immediately, and quickly got into a jackhammer pace that left her no time to adjust. I didn’t hold back any of my abilities here, either. These sluts were a one and done sort of deal, so I didn’t care about playing a long game or anything like that. She came explosively as soon as I penetrated her, and hadn’t stopped cumming as I continued pounding into her. In fact, it only kept getting stronger. She was screaming her ecstasy to the high heavens, and I doubted her mind would survive the ordeal intact. I didn’t care about any of that, though, content to merely continue taking my pleasure from her squelching, squeezing pussies walls.

I had to hold her up by her arms, or she would have collapsed. Her screaming continued to ring through the clearing, cries of “AHH!” “OH GOD! OH FUCK!” and “FUCK THIS SLUT, PROFESSOR!” reverberating against the walls of the building behind us. I saw more aroused faces peeking through the bushes, and I knew many fingers were churning furiously in tight pussies at the sight of my domination of this bitch.

Jenna and Diana, meanwhile, had gotten up in front of us. They started making out with each other, seemingly to give me a show. I put a stop to this, saying, “Get off of each other, you dykes! I came here to fuck pussies, not watch them fucking each other!” I did not approve of lesbians, or any sexual interaction between women. It was something that would have no place in my new world. In fact, one of my favorite activities was curing lezzos of their ailment with a nice hard dicking. I had met many lesbians and bisexual women, but all of them had left our meeting extremely straight. Even the ugly ones I had gotten some other men to gangbang. It was simply unacceptable for me to allow any of them to keep wandering around. Gay and bisexual men I had no problem with; it was no business of mine what a man did sexually in his own home.

I knew many men found women fucking each other to be arousing. I’m sure they would be fine to go without it when they could have a slut on their cock whenever they wanted, though. I foresaw no difficulties on that front.

“Sluts, if you want to put your mouths to good use, come slobber on my balls. I don’t tolerate degeneracy, and you three will never engage in any such thing again.”

A chorus of “Yes, sir”s were their response, and Diana and Jenna got to work. They soon discovered that the incredibly fast pace of my pounding made latching onto my balls impossible. Eventually they discovered that the best solution was to just leave their tongues hanging out, for my balls to slide across like planes on miniature runways, as they took off on their mission to pound against Chelsea’s cunt.

Each girl kneeling below me came several times at the taste of my balls, and their whorish moans convinced me that the time had come to move onto fresher fruit. With this thought in mind, I came gushing into Chelsea’s pussy, filling up her womb and cunt canal with my jizz, certainly impregnating her. In fact, there was so much that her belly inflated outward significantly, and a great deal of it spilled out onto the ground below. Jenna and Diana were quick to lick these globs off of the dirt, competing with each other for every drop. This flavor set off several more powerful orgasms.

While they were busy cumming their brains out on the ground, I let Chelsea drop and turned to consider who I would take next. I was still hard, of course; my stamina was infinite. Eventually, I made my decision. “Diana, you’re next. Get your whore ass up here.”

Diana seemed to quickly recover from her post-orgasmic haze at the prospect of being fucked. As soon as she was high enough, I picked her right up and held her in a pretzel position, before plunging my bitchbreaker into her virgin asshole. She screamed in surprise and no small amount of pain, but she quickly changed her tune as I started working my powers on her. Her pussy was suddenly creaming, as I set off in her a simultaneous anal and vaginal orgasm. Like with Chelsea, it did not stop. Her screams and moans of pleasure were soon as loud as Chelsea’s had been, as well. I glanced down at Jenna, who was staring with jealousy at Diana’s position. I could think of something better for her to do.

“Stand up, Jenna. I want to grope those tits of yours.”

Shifting Diana slightly while maintaining the fast-paced rhythm I had been sodomizing her asshole with, I freed a hand to grope Jenna’s tits as she got up. I had absolutely no trouble bouncing Diana up and down with one hand; I was massively strong, much stronger than even my massive frame had any right to be.

Jenna moaned loudly as she, too, came with my hand on her left mammary, kneading it like dough. “Quiet, whore. Cum if you must, but if I hear another peep out of you, I’ll paddle your ass so hard you’ll be finding splinters up your asshole when some homeless man is **** you a decade from now. I want a sex doll, objects don’t talk. Or moan.”

I would likely do no such thing. I preferred inflicting humiliation to physical pain. Oh sure, I would do it if the situation demanded, and I didn’t care if a sex was painful for a girl, but the actual act of **** tended to bore me. Jenna didn’t know that, of course, and she shut up immediately.

I contentedly stood there for a while, breaking Diana’s mind by way of her asshole, while I groped Jenna as she stood there like a manakin. I had her bend over at one point so I could get a good handful of her fat ass as well. Eventually, though, Diana was worn to the point of passing out. I decided it was time to move onto the final girl at that point. So I swiftly pulled out of Diana’s asshole and plunged into her pussy. I would knock her up as well. And indeed I did, if the fertile steaming seed that now filled her up was any indication. I then pulled out of her pussy as well, spraying another gallon of jizz on her tits and face, as well as Chelsea’s prone form on the ground. Finally, I dropped her to the ground, where she remained, groaning.

“Alright, bitch. It’s your turn,” I said, turning to Jenna. “Pop a squat. I’m going to fuck your throat.”

She did so obediently. I preferred this position for hammering into a bitch’s face, as it also allowed a view of her pussy. Jenna stuck her tongue out as she opened her mouth wide and looked up at me, arousal flush on her face. I wasted no time in plunging my meat into the last bitch and the last hole I hadn’t taken, setting off her climax immediately. I quickly set off a similar pace to the one I had been using on Diana and Chelsea, which was not at all easy for Jenna to handle. Not that I cared.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

What a wonderful sound, I thought to myself. Fucking a bitch’s face so hard her throat would be shaped like my dick for the rest of her life was one of my favorite things to do. And one of the best things about it was the lack of screaming or moaning from the bitch as you did so. Jenna was experiencing the same sort of constant, ever-strengthening orgasm that Chelsea and Diana had, and I had no doubt she would have been making as much noise as them if she could.

Instead, all I heard was that comforting “GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

I took stock of my voyeurs again at this point. All of them were openly masturbating at this point, and a few of the more enterprising ones had found some sort of phallic object to serve as a dildo. I spotted a few cucumbers and hairbrushes, and even a plunger. It looked like there were around a dozen people enjoying the show, scattered around the bushes, all college girls. Except… no, wait, the one with the plunger was actually a teacher. I appraised a few of the prettier ones, making a mental note to consider paying a few of them a visit at some point. Definitely the teacher.

Jenna’s continued gagging returned my attention back to her. What a travesty, that a girl her age hadn’t been trained out of her gag reflex. Still, it was a satisfying noise, and went wonderfully with her watery eyes and ruined makeup, as well as that wonderful empty-headed look of orgasm on her face.

I continued hammering into Jenna’s face for another fifteen minutes, varying my speed to make it more satisfying. Occasionally, I would switch things up by holding her almost to the base of my cock until her face went blue, then pulling out and having her care for my balls. Even with sex I eventually got bored though, and I wanted to get back to check on Audrey. So I decided to finish things off, removing my dick from Jenna’s mouth and pushing her onto her hand and knees. I then plunged into her pussy from behind, filling her up with cum to complete the trio for breeding. I then pulled out and coated her ass, after removing her crimson crotchless panties to stick in my briefcase.

Zipping back up, I dusted off my knees. One might think my suit would be coated in sexual fluids; they would be wrong. It was specifically designed to repel them, so they simply slid right off. The smell didn’t stick either. Very handy. After placing Jenna’s panties in my briefcase, I removed three items. Self-lubricating silver buttplugs. I stuck one in each girl, ignoring their soft groaning as I did so. On the back of each buttplug were a set of instructions to go to the nearest of my tattoo parlors, and instructions to tell the proprietor that they were conquests of Leonardo Segeste.

I made sure all of my conquests, just like all of my slaves, had a tattoo so my mark was left on them. For conquests, this included a print of text on their right asscheek that read, “This slut is a conquest of Leonardo Segeste.” This differed from the version that slaves got, which read, “This **** is the property of Leonardo Segeste.” Both versions also featured a life-sized depiction of my cock filling a pussy and womb with cum, in color, overlayed over their actual pussy and womb. I had gotten the buttplugs to stick in my conquests due to my tendency to leave then insensate after sex, and the fact that I usually never saw them again. No girl ever failed to follow the instructions on the plug.

As I completed this task, I also whispered instructions in each of their ears, as Commands. I told Chelsea to discount herself at The Pussy Palace by not taking a cut of her earnings, and instead pay off her debt by selling herself to random men on the streets, doing whatever they wanted for a penny. If she was going to be a soiled hyperslut, she might as well go the full mile. I told Diana to never wear panties again, and to flash 20 dudes every day. If they said anything in response, she was to offer to fuck them. I figured I should spread the joy of a fat-assed slut to my fellow men. To Jenna, I told to go home with one of the guys from the soccer team she cheered for every weekend, to be their ****. She was already fucking them before and after games and practices, but I thought I might as well make it a full time deal. To each one, I told them to subvert Carmichael’s agenda as much as they could, and encourage female subservience and inferiority to men.

Finally, I got up and left the clearing. On my way out, I encountered the two security guards I had seen at the gate, who had come to investigate the noise. I told them to punish the three sluts in any way they saw fit with a wink, and they bowed and nodded their heads. Finally, I left SWU’s campus and got in my limo to go back to my house.