Mitch

[Sandra B]

129.
A minute or so later the door opened, and in walked – not Yulya, but Anna!
“Anna’s here at Yulya’s special request,” smiled Shirley.  “A little bit of tit for tat.”
Anna had her video camera and tripod.  She released the castors on Simon’s frame and moved him nearer the window.
“Light better here.”
Then she put on the brake, and arranged the camera to one side.  She checked the image.
“Smile, please, Simon.  Don’t look worry.  Teacher here soon.”

“Teacher” arrived a few minutes later.  Simon’s had to turn his head to see her, and his eyes widened when he did so.  Yulya was wearing another latex catsuit – red this time, with matching gloves and black patent leather ankle boots.  Around her waist she wore a black leather belt, with a little belt purse on the right.  She strolled over to the helpless, kneeling boy, and stroked his cheek.
“Hello Simon.  I wear specially for you.  I know you like catsuit.  And now you have one of your own too.”
She played carelessly with his ears, and stroked his bald head,
“It suit you.  You pretty.  I think Miss Shirley keep you like this.”  She squeezed one fake breast, and squatting down, ran her hand between his legs.  “You make nice girl.  Little titties and no nasty coc-k.  Maybe we have it taken off, yes?”
She put her shiny red lips near his and looked into his eyes, allowing her breath to tickle his face, and all the while stroking the insides of his thighs.  After a minute or so pressure began to build in his crotch.  His erection, having nowhere else to go, pushed slowly back between his buttocks.  He whimpered in his discomfort.
“Oh.  Simon.  You have problem?  Never mind.  We have solution.”
She opened her purse, and took out a small remote control.  She smiled, pressed a button, and Simon received a sudden electric shock from the dil-do.  He yelped.  Another press, another yelp.  His erection was wilting faster than it had grown.
“Useful dil-do, yes?  Can give pleasure, too.”
She clicked a switch, and the dil-do began to hum softly inside him.  She varied the intensity.  The vibration came in waves, and once again his tortured member began to swell.  After a while Yulya decided he had had enough fun, and made him yelp again.
He looked at her with pleading eyes, but she just responded with a short laugh.
“Now you know how it feel, yes?  Have someone else in control.  Anna?  Did you get that?”
“Got it, Yulya.”
“Good.  We can have laugh later.  But better get on.  Wait there, Simon.”

She went outside and returned with yet another steel pole.  This one was different.  About three feet long, with what looked like bicycle hand-grips on each end.  Just inside these, two short pierced posts, about two feet apart, stuck out at ninety degrees.  Between the posts was welded a small padded steel dish, like a cup cut in half vertically and tipped on its side.  Opposite it, on the other side of the pole, a steel hoop, like a croquet hoop, about nine inches wide, with two slots in each side, and near the top a curved semi-circular padded steel band.  Simon realised its function at once.  These appendages were clearly intended to support a human head, the slots designed to accept retaining straps.  Yulya was already slotting the posts into the tops of the two uprights.  Debbie came over with the bolts, and did up the wing-nuts till they were nice and tight.  Simon thought he could see what was coming, and tried to draw his head back.  Yulya made no attempt to stop him.  Instead she went to the carrier bag, and produced another heap of bright pink latex: a long, heavy, shaped hood, with no apparent openings except one circular hole with a slightly protruding red rim at the front, and a bunch of blonde hair hanging from the back.  Simon shouted and squirmed and struggled, but Yulya and Debbie worked together to get it over his head.  It was tight-fitting, and even with the help of the lubricant the two women had to struggle to get the thick latex over his head.  But once it was down to his eyes it slid on quite easily, moulding itself to the contours of his face.  Yulya adjusted the nostrils, which were supplied with two shorts internal tubes to facilitate breathing, and smoothed down the neck, which covered the neck of his suit.
“There.  Nicely sealed in,” said Debbie.  “Who could guess that was our Simon, if they didn’t know?”
Apart from the nostrils, there were two small holes at the ears, so he could hear.  He could hear, that is to say, unless Yulya inserted the two little pink plugs which she had in her purse – which she did now, so they could talk freely.
“Not only could they not guess it was Simon, but they would bet anything it was a girl,” said Mandy.  “Especially with that fake ponytail sticking out of the back.”
“Real hair, too, Mandy,” said Shirley.  “Brilliant idea, Yulya.  Anna, keep filming.  We need the whole session in one take.”
“Yes, Miss Shirley.”

“Let’s finish off, girls, shall we?” said Shirley, standing up.  “We have Oscar to attend to yet, and the boys will be arriving soon.  Yulya, why don’t you go put on your thing, and we’ll finish off here.”
Yulya left the room.  Shirley went over to Simon.  She lifted the ponytail to reveal the end of a leather strap.  Anna had left the camera running so she could have a closer look at Simon’s outfit.
“What is that, Miss Shirley?”
“Ah.  These straps are connected to the sides of a special ring-gag which is moulded into the front of the hood, where that circular lip is.  First I need to get it in place.  Simon?  Open your mouth, please.  Wide – as wide as you can.”
“Miss…please…” came a muffled voice from behind the circular mouthpiece.
Shirley picked up the remote.  Two stabs at the button was all it took. 
 â€œThank you.  Now…this mouthpiece is like a little car wheel without the tyre.  The rims fit neatly each side of his teeth.  Wider, please.  Like…so.  There.  Done.  It’s covered in rubber so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable.  Now, I make sure it stays in place by buckling the strap – not too tight – like so.  Then the ponytail hides the buckle.  Not that it matters if it’s seen, but the whole outfit is so smooth and neat…”
“Ooh.  Clever idea.  Yulya?”
“Yes, Yulya.  She’s a stickler for details.  Look at this.  Each boy had a pretty leather collar.  This one says “c-um slut SUSAN” – that’s Simon’s girl name, the other – here – “c-um slut OLIVIA” – that’s Oscar.  Now we’ll just put Simon’s on, like so…  Oh please stop trying to speak, Simon.  You sound ridiculous.  Yulya even anticipated that.  See this?  A little pink bath plug on a chain.  We attach it to his collar…so…pop it in the mouth hole…so…and then - perfect silence!” 
“He look so funny with just plugged mouth and nothing else!”
“He does.  So all that remains is to get his head in place…  Oh, dear.  He’s resisting again.  Where’s that zapper?”
“Can I, Miss Shirley?”
“Of course Anna.  That red button there.”
Simon bucked and whinnied.
“Oh, just once is enough, Anna.  See?  He’s all compliant now.”
Indeed he was.  He allowed Shirley to place his head in the head-rest.  She look two heavy black rubber straps from the bag, threaded them through the slots each side of the hoop, and buckled them so that his head was held firmly in place, the neatly-plugged round lip in the blank face easily accessible, his little breasts jutting invitingly.
“Perfect.  It’s even better than we had hoped.  Oh, here’s Yulya back.”
Yulya had returned.  Anna gasped.  She was dressed just as before, with one addition.  She was wearing a purple strap-on on a black leather harness over her suit.  The rubber pen-is bounced as she walked.  It was not large, but obviously moulded from the life.
“Do you recognise it, Anna?  You might.  It’s made from a cast of Max’s, when he was a piggy and he used to get milked.  I always thought it was quite an attractive one.”
“It is!  Though I wouldn’t have remembered…”
“Anyway, we have to go and prepare Oscar.  He’ll be Simon’s double.  Oh, except for the collar, of course.  When you’ve finished here, come and join us would you?”
“Of course, miss.”
“And send me the videos as soon as you can.  Right, girls.  Let’s go and perform another transformation.”

Yulya smiled at Anna.  “Now it my turn, Anna.  Make film as good as last one.”  She patted Simon’s cheek, then pulled on the plug chain.  It came out with a plop, and his drool dribbled from the bottom of the ring.  She spent a couple of minutes spanking his cheeks with the head of her rubber coc-k, then opened her purse, took out a condom, removed it from its packet, and rolled it up her dil-do.  She smiled, and slowly inserted it into his mouth.  He jerked and made frantic noises, but he was quite powerless.  Slowly, she began to thrust, making his cheeks bulge as the head filled his mouth.  Soon he was salivating freely, strings of drool hanging from his chin.
“So…you dare fuc-k your teacher mouth, yes?” said Yulya, angrily, careless of the fact he couldn’t hear a word.  “Now you will know what feels like, yes?”
She had been standing just to one side, to give Anna a good view.  Now she positioned herself in front of him, and, holding onto the grips as if they were on handlebars, fuc-ked him straight in his mouth until he coughed and almost retched.  It was while she was doing this that Anna saw her suddenly tense, and emit a loud moan of pleasure.  Then her body was jolted with a series of spasms, and she knew her friend had equipped herself with one of her favourite aids.  As her orgasm subsided, she stopped thrusting, then gently withdrew the dil-do, knelt down, pressed her own lips over the open hole, and gave Simon long kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.  Finally she stood up.
“There, Simon.  Now we even.  Now we can start punishment.”

[krystalasbaby2017]

This is really interesting the punishment is going to be really good.

[BabyJay]

You excel yourself. What punishment! can't wait for next chapters.

[Sandra B]

130.
She turned to Anna. 
“Let’s go see other girl.”
Anna packed up her camera and tripod, Yulya unstrapped her dil-do, and they made their way to Oscar’s holding room.  The ladies were half way through the process, just about to put on Oscar’s hood.  This was a variation on the other; Olivia was going to be a brunette with twintails.  The hood was equipped with two neatly-plaited black pigtails, each tied off with a yellow ribbon.  They flailed about as he twisted his head, trying to elude the hood.
“No, miss!  Please!  I didn’t do nuffing more than the others!  Simon’s the one you should punish!”
“Oh,” said Yulya, placing her hands on her hips.  “You do “nuffing”?  It your idea, Oscar.  You told me so in video.  Anyway, you make very pretty girl…”
By this time Mandy and Debbie had worked the hood down to his eyebrows – or where his eyebrows used to be – and they looked at Yulya for approval.  She nodded.
“No!” he screamed.  “I promise I’ll…”  But this words were cut off as the hood slid down over his face, and replaced by muffled protestations.

The gag was soon fitted and buckled, and his head secured in the rest.  He was still making inarticulate noises, so Shirley gave him a couple of mild shocks, and Mandy adjusted his “c-um slut OLIVIA” collar, and popped the plug into its hole.  She had to retie one of the ribbons which his struggling had shaken loose.
“There.  All done.  What about the ear plugs?”
“Put them in for now,” said Shirley.  “We’ll take them out when we introduce them.  Mandy?  Could you bring Simon – I mean Susan – here, and Yulya and Anna  and I will go see if the boys are in yet.”

Anna picked up her equipment, and Yulya took a clipboard from a shelf.  They strolled down the corridor to the games room.  Shirley counted the boys, all intent on the glowing screens.  Nine.  Marcus and Ben missing.  They seemed to have formed a little club of their own.  They rarely mixed with the others, and never came in on Sundays.
“Yulya?  Would you like to begin?”
Yulya stepped forward.  Her latex suit gleamed in the bright lights.  She could see the boys goggling, eyes raking her from head to foot.  She thrust her breasts forward and pressed her thighs together, forcing the dil-do deeper into her pussy.  She took a deep breath.   
“Attention please, boys.  Everyone stop what doing, and listen.  Two announcements.  First.  I…forgot to set homework Friday.  But you know what is.  Fellatio practice, just like before, with videos please.  Same partners.”
There was a startled silence.
“No excuses.  Second stage of empathy training.  Very important.”
“B-but, miss…”
Shirley took over.
“We don’t want to hear any arguments, and if the homework isn’t done properly – that means a mark of at least…”  She looked at Yulya.
“Seven out of ten.”
“Seven, then you risk ejection from the school.  You knew this when you accepted our terms.  Sometimes the things which are good for you are the most difficult.  But I know you will do your best.”
A couple of the boys opened their mouths to say something, but she held up her hand.
“However, I have something rather exciting to tell you.  The two girls I mentioned – Susan and Olivia – arrived yesterday evening.”
The boys pricked up their ears.  The homework was forgotten, for the moment at least.
“Yes, they’re here.  Now let me explain.  Because of their…really quite unacceptable conduct…an exceptional course of correction was decided upon, jointly with the school and their parents.”
“What did they do, miss?” piped up James.
“I’m afraid, as I said, I can’t go into details.  Suffice it to say they, well, used their considerable charms to seduce several members of their school staff, including the deputy head teacher, a man of normally impeccable morals, over a period of several hours.”
“They had sex with their teachers, miss?”
“Well…”  Shirley feigned embarrassment.  “Let us say, not full sex…”
“Blow jobs, miss?” asked Tyler, with a smirk, looking at Yulya.  She glared back at him.
“The correct term, Tyler, is oral sex.  Well, yes, that, unfortunately, was the case.”  She paused and took a deep breath.  “Now, sometimes, as a last resort, the way to cure an addiction – something they are obviously suffering from – is to give the sufferer an excess of what they crave.  Those addicted to sugar may be cured by forcing them to eat sweet things until they are sick.”  She looked around, trying to ascertain whether she was getting through to them.  “We were hoping you would be prepared to assist.”  She turned to Anna.  “You can set up the camera, Anna.  Boys, remain as you are.  I shall return in a couple of minutes.”
Anna walked briskly to one end of the room, and began to busy herself with the tripod.  Yulya arranged a chair near the wall opposite her.  The boys, puzzled, talked quietly among themselves.
Jack was standing slightly apart from the others.  He approached Yulya.
“Miss?”
“Yes, Jack?”
“Where are Oscar and Simon?  Will they be coming back?”
“Yes.  As Miss Shirley say, she not expel them.  They go to strict school far away for a bit.  Don’t worry.  They be back in while.”
“Oh.  Okay.  Not really fair that they get off that homework, though.  Will you make them do it when they get back?”
Yulya smiled.  “Definitely, Jack.  No worry.  I make sure they get special practice.”

A few minutes later, there came a sound like trolleys being pushed along the corridor.  All eyes turned to the doorway.  Shirley came in first, Mandy behind, pushing the mobile frames.  They used the handlebars, so the two boys were facing backwards.  The class stared, not understanding, at the gleaming rubberised backs of the totally encased figures.  The women pushed them to the end of the room, parked them near the wall between Anna and Yulya, and applied the brakes.  It was only then, as they stood to one side, that the boys were able clearly to see their new female colleagues, their small thrusting breasts, and their blank pink heads, with nothing but a circular red lip, neatly plugged, where the mouth should have been…
 

[krystalasbaby2017]

oh it going to be delightful at what the ladies have planned for the 2 leaders.  Great story Sandra

[Sandra B]

131.
The immediate reaction was a stunned silence.  Then Ryan spoke.
“Is that…them?”  He hesitated.  “The girls, I mean…”
“Those are they,” smiled Shirley.  “Neatly trussed up, as you see, and no longer in a position to seduce anybody.”
Apart from staring open-mouthed, looking a little startled and uncertain, there was still no reaction.
“Well really,” said Mandy, in a slightly offended tone, “is that all you have to say?  After all our hard work?  For goodness’ sake, come and see at least.  Tell us what you think.”
Thus encouraged, the boys advanced gingerly.
“I thought they’d be ecstatic,” murmured Mandy.  “How disappointing.”
“They’re not very quick-witted,” replied Shirley, under her breath, with a wink.  “They’ll fall in soon enough, though.”

Sean led the advance.  He approached “Susan”, and walked slowly around her, frowning.
“Go on, touch her.  You can feel her.  In fact, you can do what you like to her.  She can’t do anything about it,” urged Shirley.
He was like a cat, suspicious of some strange object.  But eventually he plucked up courage, running his hands over the back and head, and finally gently squeezing a breast.  The mute figure squirmed slightly under his examination.  Tyler, Jack and Isaac had surrounded “Olivia”, and were now exploring her in the same way.  A huge smile spread over Jack’s face.
“Miss!  This is amazing.  Who designed these cool frame things?  The girls are totally helpless.  Look – I can play with her titties and she can’t do a thing!”
“Can I take out her plug, miss?” asked Isaac, excitedly.
“You can do whatever you like, Isaac, as long as you’re gentle.  Remember, you must always treat ladies with respect – a lesson I’m afraid Simon and Oscar didn’t learn,” she added, with a sidelong glance at Yulya.
“Those idiots,” smirked Tyler.  “I wonder where they are now?  They’re gonna be so pissed when they find out what they’re missing.”

Isaac took hold of Oscar’s plug chain and gave it a tug.  It came out with a plop, followed by a flow of saliva.  He gasped with delight, bent down, and peered into the hole.
“Ooh…her mouth’s wide open!  Now, I wonder what would fit in there…?”
“I have no idea,” said Shirley innocently.   â€œAnyway, Mandy and I have work to do.  I’ll leave the girls in your care.”
They headed for the door.
“Miss?” Sean called after them.
“Yes, Sean?” said Shirley, pausing and looking back.
“Miss…  How long are they going to be here?”
“Oh, we’ll bring them out every day for the next week, at least.  I was thinking ten to one this morning, and two to four this afternoon, then four to seven for the next three evenings, and all day Thursday - that's open day, so we'll have to be careful - Friday, and the weekend.  Don’t worry – we’ll make them available every hour we can.  But don’t fight over them, will you?  Behave in an orderly manner.  If there’s any problems Yulya will report it to me, the culprits will be punished, and the girls will be sent home.  Understood?”
“Yes, miss!  Absolutely, miss!” they cried in chorus.  Their initial shyness seemed to have evaporated completely.  She turned again to go.
“Miss!” came a frantic cry.
“Yes, Ryan?”
He pointed at his belt buckle.  “Our shorts…”
“Your shorts?”  She feigned puzzlement.
“The locks, miss…”
“Ah.  I see.  You’d like them unlocked, is that it?”
“Er…yes, please…miss.”
“I’ll ask Miss Buff-Hopkins to come in.  But I want everyone in the canteen at one sharp.”
“Yes, miss.  We’ll be there, miss!”

Now the boys had lost all their inhibitions.  They were all over their new playthings, stroking exploring their bodies, gently tugging their hair, playing with the plugs. 
“I’m having first go,” said Sean, placing his hand on Simon’s smooth head, and massaging the bulge in his shorts.
“Fair enough, but I’m first with Olivia,” said Isaac.  “I was the one what took out her plug.”
“Yeah – but I touched ‘er first,” said Tyler.  “I should ‘ave first go!”
“Quiet, everyone!” said an imperious voice from behind them.  Debbie had arrived.  “All of you, back over here.  At once!  Now, line up in front of me.  “No pushing or you’ll be out.  You’ll all have a turn, don’t worry.  Now listen.  In these bags are eighteen tickets numbered S1 to S9 and O1 to O9.  You will each take one ticket from each bag.  This will tell you your place in each queue.  You will hand your ticket to Yulya, and then you may proceed.  I will unlock you as necessary.  We shall repeat the procedure this afternoon.  Any trouble from any of you, and you’ll be outside the head’s office before you know what’s hit you.  Right.  Form an orderly queue.  Once you’ve got you tickets I’ll started unlocking you, S1 and O1 first.”

The tickets were handed out.  There was a cry of “yes!” from Dylan.  He had picked O1.  And then another from Joshua, who had picked S1.  Debbie unlocked them, they looked at each other and moved hesitantly towards the kneeling figures. 
“Go Josh!”  “Go Dylan!”
Yulya collected their tickets.  She observed Joshua’s erection with satisfaction.  It lay diagonally against his tummy, like a fat, firm sausage under the taut latex.  Debbie allowed the rest of the boys to line up along the wall next to Anna to watch.  When Joshua unzipped his shorts it fell out and stood there quivering.  He took a deep breath.  He took it between finger and thumb and slid the foreskin back and forth slowly until it had attained maximum stiffness, and a bead of clear juice was oozing from its tip.  Then, frowning slightly, he removed Simon’s plug, presented the head to the round lip, and slid it in.  He gasped, and stood still for a moment.  Then, very slowly, he began to rock back and forth, allowing it to penetrate by about half its length.  He steadied himself with the handgrips.  He ignored his friends, concentrating on maintaining a nice regular rhythm.  He looked at Yulya.
“Is this all right, miss?”
“Very nice, Joshua.  You behave like real gentleman.  I think Susan like very much.”
“Yes…  I can feel her tongue…  Oh god…”
His head fell back and his eyes closed.
“I’ve never felt anything like this…so warm…her tongue’s so…nice…”
“Take time, Joshua…  No hurry…  Enjoy…”

By now every boy was massaging the bulge in his rubber shorts.  Debbie was conscious of the real risk of premature climax.
“Boys!  Contain yourselves.  Hands by sides, please.  Yes, you too, Tyler.  Save it for the girls.”
By now Dylan had got his pen-is in Oscar’s mouth.  He was looking across at his friend, trying to emulate Joshua’s controlled movements.  But he was far too aroused, too excited and too eager.  He kept having to stop and bite his lip.  He appealed to Yulya.
“Miss…  It’s too much…  I can’t do it like Joshua…  I can’t help it…  She keeps pressing her tongue against it…  I’m afraid I’m going to…oh, shit…I’m c-umming!”  He thrust forward, burying himself up the hilt in Oscar’s mouth.  “Aaah!”  His body was jolted by spasm after spasm, as he exploded down his classmate's throat.

Yulya allowed herself a quiet smile.  The clipboard in her lap held a few sheets of paper.  The top one had a list of the boys’ names down the left-hand side, and two ruled columns, one headed “S” and the other “O”.  She put a little tick in the “O” column opposite Dylan’s name.  “Revenge sweet,” she murmured under her breath.
At that moment, there was a faint cry from the line of boys.  Ryan, unable to exercise sufficient self-restraint, had come in his shorts.
“Oh, dear. Ryan,” said Debbie.  “How disappointing.  I’m afraid you’ll have to miss one round.  Let me see your tickets, please.  What have you got?  S2 – that’s definitely out…O8 – that might be okay, I suppose...”
“’Ard luck, mate,” grinned Tyler.  “Look at Josh, though – ‘e’s an expert!  You done this before, Josh mate, ‘aven’t yer!”
“Quiet, Tyler!” hissed Debbie.

But it was a deserved compliment.  Joshua had a determined expression on his face.  He was going to make this last as long as possible.  Moreover he was going to make sure he came in “Susan’s” mouth, on her tongue, so she would get to taste and swallow his spunk herself.  He had a vague idea that she might like it so much, that after all this was over she would maybe want to be his girlfriend.  He started talking to her.
“Susan…  I hope you like my coc-k.  I love your mouth.  I love making love to you this way…”
“Hold on, Joshua,” said Yulya.  She stood up and popped out Simon’s earplugs.  “Now she can hear you.”
“Ah, right.  Susan, I was just saying how much I love doing this.  Your mouth is so soft and warm.  And you have a beautiful body, and lovely hair.  In a minute I’m going to give you a mouthful of lovely thick c-um.  I know you like c-um.  I hope you like mine.  I’ve got lots more if you want it.  I promise I’ll keep it all for you from now on.  I…oh, god!  Here it is…”
He had talked himself in orgasm, but even in the throes of his pleasure he kept his word, gripping the handlebars tight and pumping wad after wad into Susan-Simon’s mouth.  To judge by his violent spasms there was quite a lot of it, and when he finally subsided and withdrew he had the wit quickly to replace the plug, so none would be wasted.  Yulya almost wanted to applaud.  She was having so much fun.  And that was only the first pair of boys; perhaps with the exception of Ryan, another eight before lunch!

As the morning progressed, it became clear that Joshua was by far the most disciplined of the participants.  Most of the boys came within seconds of entry, some simply thrusting them in to the hilt and unloading - and a couple didn’t even get that far, fumbling the insertion and merely splattering the hoods with their c-um.  It was amusing to see them convulsed with pleasure, and to hear their gasps and moans of ecstasy as they reached their climaxes, each of which sent a little thrill of gratification through her.  But as Debbie said, given the febrile atmosphere in the room that morning, it wasn’t really surprising.  “I bet they’ll be more coolheaded this afternoon,” she said to Yulya, in a reassuring tone.  But Yulya didn’t care too much whether they were or not, just so long as Simon and Oscar were made to gobble up oodles of fresh, slimy spunk!  She wondered vaguely how long it would be till the boys began to tire of their new pastime.  Well, it didn’t matter: she intended to relax and enjoy it while it lasted, which would be several days at least.  Revenge was indeed sweet - sweet and lingering!

[Sandra B]

132.
Debbie was right.  After lunch the boys were much more focussed and orderly.  They waited in line, watched proceedings with close attention but with commendable restraint, and performed their duties in a much more conscientious and respectful fashion, politely asking their subjects, even as they were humping their mouths, if they were providing satisfaction.  Anna was kept busy.  She had a fixed camera on a tripod, and a hand-held one for close-ups.  Yulya paid close attention to proceedings, ticking off each climax on her clipboard.  She also turned on their vibrating dil-dos, occasionally varying speed and intensity.  She tried to turn them up to maximum before each climax.  She wanted to increase their level of arousal every time a boy ejaculated, in the hope that as time went by they would start to associate giving head with their own sexual pleasure.  This was a little idea of her own; she had no idea if it would be effective, but if nothing else it would mitigate any distaste they might feel, and relieve her of any tiny pangs of guilt she may be feeling at the harshness of their punishment.

With everything running smoothly, she was able to sit back and enjoy the show.  Simon was only a couple of metres away from her, so she had a ringside seat, as boy after boy slid his stiff oozing pen-is into the mouth hole and face-fuc-ked him.  Jack and Louis kicked off the afternoon, and by the time they had taken their pleasure, thrusting and moaning and finally climaxing with sobs of ecstasy, she was on the verge of orgasm.  They were followed by Dylan, fully recovered from the morning's exertions.  His pen-is was short and fat, so that his vigorous performance, accompanied by a steady rhythm of succulent ploppings, had soon generated a ring of sticky white cream around the circular lip, as his friends ejaculate mingled with his own juices and was whipped up by his rapid pumping.  So enthusiastic was he, that little flecks of sticky froth flew about, spattering Simon, the floor, and even Yulya's suit.  And when, with a gasp of joy, he finally came, he filled Simon's mouth in an instant, and his sperm erupted from around the swollen shaft and spurted out onto his shorts and his thighs.  That, on top of the sounds emanating from Isaac on Oscar's side of the room, and the pervasive scent of semen, was too much for Yulya, and she capitulated too, joining Dylan in his climax, and almost fainting with pleasure.

Towards the end of the session Shirley and Mandy returned to observe proceedings.  Shirley was very impressed by the boys’ regard for the objects of their attention.  So much so, in fact, that she sent out for a two huge boxes of chocolates for them to share. 
After the end of the session it was amusing to see the boys, having taken their pleasure and drained their reserves, turn their backs on the kneeling figures, and give their whole attention to the games consoles.  Simon and Oscar, plugged again for the night, their blank faces spattered with sperm, strings of it hanging from their chins and dripping lazily onto the slimy floor, were left like wallflowers at a party.  The chocolates were being passed around, when Louis suddenly remembered them.
“Hey.  What about the girls?”
“What about them?”
“The chocolates.”
“How are they gonna eat chocolates?  They can’t chew, can they?”
“No.  But there are creams.  They could suc-k on them.”
“He’s right.  Give them a cream each.  Wonder what flavour they’d like…”
“Strawberry.  Everyone likes strawberry.”
Louis picked out two milk chocolate strawberry creams, and went over to the “girls”.
“Hope you like these, girls.  You’d probably like something, er, sweet after…”
Yulya had to bite her lip to stop herself bursting out laughing as Louis unplugged their mouths and popped a chocolate into each, carefully re-plugging them afterwards.
“Er…they should melt quite easily.  Enjoy.”
Anna shot her a glance which made her splutter and feign a fit of coughing.
“Let’s go, Anna.  We’ll collect the girls later.”
As they walked away down the corridor she gave vent to her amusement.  “They're so sweet, Anna.  After what they do…”
“I know.  Priceless.  When this all over…”
“Won’t be for a while…”
“No…  But when it is…  Will they find out who Susan and Olivia really were?”
“No.  That not plan.  Our secret.  But if Simon and Oscar get out of line…”
“Then we can blackmail them…”
“Yes.  They going to be very obedient.  I make them my little slave boys.”
“You evil, Yulya.”
“Thank you, Anna.  I take as compliment.”

At five o’clock Yulya and Anna wheeled the prisoners back to their holding rooms.  With the assistance of Mandy and Debbie they were unclipped, unbuckled, undressed, and sent to use the toilet and shower.  Their suits were put aside for cleaning, and to have the dil-dos fitted with fresh batteries.  The boys hardly said a word, aside from “yes, miss” or “no, miss”.  They seemed completely cowed and submissive.  Yulya was pleased.  It was only the first day, and already the punishment seemed to have had an effect.  They were fitted with erection control devices for the night – it was important they be fresh for the following day.  They were watered and fed – mainly on liquid protein and energy drinks, it is true – they couldn’t stomach anything else yet – and put in separate cells, in warm, comfortable beds, and given a sissifier to suc-k while they pondered the events of the day.
“Good night, boys,” said Debbie.  “Well done today.  Did you notice how much mellower your friends were after the sessions?  Boys are very simple really, aren’t they.  Give them lots of really nice regular orgasms and they become much calmer, plesanter human beings.  Louis was so sweet, thinking of you like that and sharing the chocolates.”
“But miss,” said Oscar, “promise you’ll never tell them…”
“Who Susan and Olivia really are?  Don’t worry.  As long as you keep them satisfied, your secret’s safe with us.”
“How long have we got to do this then, miss?” asked Simon, alarmed.
“Oh, it’s not up to me, dear.  Nor Yulya.  It’s a decision for Miss Shirley.  Be good boys and I’m sure it won’t be for that long.”
“Yes,” said Yulya.  “Be good boys.  You have tongues.  Tomorrow give friends pleasure, and we take that into account.”
“Miss?”
“Yes, Simon?”
“I’m sorry I…you know…did that to you…”
“Oh, not apologise, Simon.  All forgotten now.”  She smiled sweetly.  “Hope you enjoy as much as I did…”
His eyes widened, and for a moment his boyhood stirred.  But then the device came into play, and his pleasure was checked by a twinge of discomfort…