PLEASE NOTE:
This story focuses on Mind Control and Raceplay.
This work also goes harder on humiliation than many of my past stories. If you find that this story is too extreme for you, my apologies: I don't plan to have humiliation this intense in all of my stories going forward, so I hope my next release suits your tastes better.
This story includes a large number of fetishes. The following list contains the major kinks represented. If one of these is a personal dealbreaker, the story may not be for you.
SPOILERS
Mind Control, Raceplay, Cuckolding, Betrayal, Exhibitionism, Corruption, Bimbofication, Incest, Impregnation, Coerced Male Cum Eating, Foot Play, Small Penis Humiliation, Coerced Chastity.
I hope that you enjoy the story!
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Roderick Caine was feeling quite pleased with himself on this particular late fall afternoon. Yet another attempt had been made by some of the old racists in the alumni association to launch an inquiry into his management of the university, but once again their attempt had been buried with the help of Morgan's influence.
He was sure that their lack of success was driving the upper-class snobs mad.
But speaking of Dr. Cherry, it was time for their progress meeting. She should be showing up just about...
Morgan Cherry knocked but entered immediately without waiting for a response, a broad smile on her lovely face, her tits swinging freely, as usual, beneath a low-cut blouse. Roderick had tried to convince her to wear a bra while on campus, but there was just no repressing Morgan's towering vanity and endless libido. Asking Morgan Cherry to stop dressing like a slut was like asking water to behave more dry for a change.
Morgan swayed across the room and sat on the edge of Roderick's desk, perching herself so that her fantastic ass was perfectly on display.
"So good to see you, Morgan," said Roderick warmly, deliberately running his eyes down the curvy body of his partner in crime.
Morgan's eyes flicked down to Roderick's crotch, where she noted the bulge her slutty display had created in his pants. "Good to see you too, boss," she said with a wink.
"So," said Roderick, dispensing with the playful flirtation, "I'd like a progress report on "Intro to Interracial Relations". How are our star pupils doing with the material?"
Morgan let out a low, dirty chuckle. "Progress is quick, boss. What else can you expect? Most of those little white perverts probably subconsciously wanted black domination to begin with. Your pet professor has been feeding them the hypnotic lectures I wrote for her. First, she made them obsess over and fetishize the interactions of black men and white women. Then, she convinced them that the African race is inherently superior. Soon, they'll be ready for their final lesson, and they'll truly be putty in our hands."
"Wow," said Roderick with a smile. "It sounds like Professor Greene has this all well in hand. Maybe we didn't need your little therapy sessions after all."
"That's what I like about you boss," said Morgan, her eyes glittering with annoyance, "You're soooo funny. I, of course, have the hardest job. Individualized plans for each student, designed to lead them deeper down the rabbit hole of submission."
Morgan took out her phone and sent Roderick an email with a few decisive taps. "Take a look for yourself."
Roderick had to admit he was impressed. The mesmerist had sent him a carefully organized spreadsheet of all the linked pairs of lab partners, detailing the notes from their sessions and Morgan's proposed "fixes" to their mental processes.
"I'm interested in one pair of lab partners in particular," said Roderick, leaning back in his chair. "Juno Evans and Noah Bancroft. How has their progress been specifically?"
Morgan beamed. "Ooh! That's a juicy one. I initially had them set up with a bog-standard cuckolding plan, with a little obsession with interracial porn thrown in to degrade the white boy further. But then Juno fell into the hands of Dominic, a... talented amateur at our little game of corruption."
Roderick smiled eagerly, flipping to Juno's tab in the spreadsheet Morgan had sent him as she continued to explain. "You see, Juno had a strict father who turned into quite the little judgemental prude. Her new black friend thought it would be hot to break the poor little shy girl out of her shell. Now, I have no idea how well Dominic would have done on his own, but he has certainly been enjoying great success since I started helping him out behind the scenes in Juno's therapy sessions." She pointed over Roderick's shoulder at a link she had inserted into the spreadsheet. "Take a look for yourself. That's her secret Gabble profile."
Roderick clicked eagerly and was soon presented with a list of posts with the oldest at the top. The very first post was a kinky poll about what kind of nail polish looked best when jacking off black cocks.
The next post was a picture of a pale, feminine hand with pink nail polish tightly gripping a drooling black dick at its base.
It looked like this "Dominic" boy was a talented amateur indeed... Maybe Roderick should reach out, it was important to scout young talent for the movement.
The posts only got worse from there. A video of Dominic and Juno in a deserted movie theater, the nervous young woman frantically jerking his massive dick to completion while the movie played in the background.
A video of the petite college freshman (disguised by a mask, but recognizable to Roderick by her body alone), naked from the waist down, squeaking adorably as the suave young black man made her cum with his fingers.
More and more. At least a dozen videos since the first. Dominic had been busy.
The most recent video was titled "I was soooo scared we would get caught!" with a heart emoji at the end. Roderick gripped his dick through his pants, glancing at the cruel ebony goddess who was avidly watching the little white slut's videos with him over his shoulder. Roderick hated self-stimulation. And why should he resort to it when there was a beautiful woman right here?