The Cognitionis University was now run by the consortium. The new board of directors had secretly changed the curriculum as well as the name to Cognitionis Carnalis University. CCU offered more than just a secluded 100-acre educational playground for young women. It has become a smokescreen for devious male entertainment.
The dorms and showers were remodeled with hidden cameras and microphones. The classrooms were similarly retrofitted to a lesser extent, and the male staff found creative ways to take advantage of these perks.
The headmaster, Mr. Schlong, a pudgy man with greasy skin and beady eyes created a system that allowed only the most beautiful young girls to enroll at the university under the guise of working for billionaires who wanted cultured and sophisticated women in their employ.
Mr. Schlong was headed toward the athletics department. Today the freshmen were being put through the final entrance exam. After weeks of psychotropic drugs in their food and subliminal messages, it was time to test the results. His excitement was palpable.
All the girls were lined up in their tiny white shorts and tank tops. Coach Woodcock was conducting a yoga session, testing their agility and flexibility. He walked around enjoying the view then stopped behind one of the girls with a particularly voluptuous ass and grabbed her cheeks giving them a firm slap. The girl stiffened but didn't object. In the half-standing forward bend position, Coach Woodcock was obligated to take advantage of her most delicate assets. None of the girls moved. Mr. Schlong strolled into the gym and stood behind the last row of girls, watching for signs of trouble.
Coach Woodcock had the girls keep their feet shoulder's width apart in a modified downward dog position maintaining their asses up high. Coach stroked the girl's back and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts pulling them down to her ankles. Her fresh musky scent tickled his nose. He left her like that and went down the line doing the same to the others. Not one girl tried to stop the Coach or pull up their shorts. At this point, several senior staff entered the gym from another room. Coach Woodcock had two of the four rows of girls naked from the waist down. He signaled to Mr. Schlong who then walked to the first row of girls. These were his favorites. Heavy-breasted, tiny waists, bulbous asses, and all blondes. Mr. Schlong was certain these were his virgins.
Mr. Schlong watched as Coach Woodcock started fingering the redhead with the voluptuous ass. More teachers entered the gym. The real initiation had begun. A few gathered around the Coach, squeezing and licking the redhead. The other teachers walked around searching and sampling the girls. No one objected, there were no struggles. That would happen soon enough.
A soft whimper caught Mr. Schlong's attention. He looked down, noting the tears, and knew that this one was indeed a virgin. A shudder went through him. He walked behind her. His cock tingled in anticipation. Skimpy shorts accentuated her delicious ass. Mr. Schlong grabbed her left cheek, then smacked it hard. She yelped but did not move.
"Oh, yes. We are going to get to know each other better." He drooled into her ear, as he wedged up behind her grinding his throbbing cock against her moist entrance.
Her face flushed. More tears joined the ones on the floor.
"What's your name?" He demanded.
"It's a..."
"No! You have no name. Until I give it to you." He bit her ear evoking a shriek from her.
"You will call me Daddy! You will do everything in your power to please me. Do you understand?"
When she did not reply he tore the shorts from her, bruising her perfect café au lait skin. He dropped his trousers freeing his long thick cock then paused to look around the room. Several of the girls were crying. More girls were sucking cock while others were spread eagle on the floor. The videos would be amazing. Some of the teachers opened the toy locker and brought out ropes, clamps, vibrators, and butt plugs into the gym. It was good to have options that enhanced the entertainment. Mr. Schlong chuckled.
The screams and moans of fucking were music to his ears.
"Now Sweeting, is there a cherry here or not?" Mr. Schlong carefully parted her lips. He knelt and flicked his tongue on her clit then started eating her young pussy. He groaned enjoying the fresh young juice slipping from her. This was a great-tasting cunt. He could hear her whimpers, and when he reached out to pinch her nipples she sobbed. Crying loud.
"Beg me to stop Sweeting. Tell Daddy what's bothering you." He sucked harder on her little nub and dug his fingers into her fleshy tits. He was rewarded with sweet nectar.
"P..p.. please," she whispered.
Mr. Schlong continued tonguing her entrance. He placed a fat finger at her slit and gently felt for her barrier.
"Oh, Sweeting you are such a good girl saving your fuck hole for me. I shall give you a reward." He smacked her ass.
"Stand up," he growled. When she failed to comply, he removed his thick leather belt. "Now, Sweeting. Or you won't like what happens next."
She couldn't move. She was paralyzed by fear.
The sound of the belt cracking against her ass and pussy was loud. She shrieked. At the second crack of the belt on her skin brought out her voice.
