End the orgy
From Create Your Own Story
The frenetic moans of the ravaged girls die down as the orgy draws to an end. By now the art room reeks with the combined smell of sperm and sweat. The girls naked bodies are scattered throughout the room. They are all breathing heavily in total exhaustion from their many forced orgasms. During the orgy some of the girls have learned to see things your way, the rough coupling taming their spirits. The triumphant cult rapists are all mighty satisfied from having gotten the opportunity to shoot their loads inside nimble school girls wombs, and the happiness is evident in their smiles.
“This isn’t over yet people! Get those artsy bitches to sit down in front of their leader.” Camilla isn’t satisfied yet, the orgy might have ended but Sabine still has a long tunnel of humiliation to go through. By now Camilla’s voice sounds more like that of a spoiled cheerleader than that of a strict school teacher. She is so eager to continue the desecration of Sabine, that she loses much of her strict teacher tone.
The girls are forced to their feet and pushed by the muscular men to sit down in front of their teacher’s desk, where Sabine sits in all her naked shame. They sit on the floor in front of her like its kindergarten, all their pretty little faces observing their teacher.
“This is your coffee mug, right?” Camilla shoves a plain white mug in Sabine’s face.
“Yes, it is.” She promptly responds.
“Well then.” Camilla hands the mug to you. “Sharon, would you be so kind as to order your men to fill this mug with their seed?” Sabine’s face explodes in disgust as Camilla’s devilish plan is made apparent to her. You let out a small snicker of disapproval at still being treated like a servant, before you reach out and grab the mug from Camilla. “You heard the lady, time for another round boys.”
You walk up to each of the men and hold the cup at crotch level so that they can jerk off in the cup. Sabine’s hopes that the men’s balls might be dry are crushed when she sees that each one of them can still provide an impressive load. When the turn comes to the mean looking man with the blond hair, he’s in luck; it turns out that the girl whom tried to escape through the window is a good little whore who gives her new master a quick hand-job, all he has to do is aim.
The last one to give his share is Herman. “You know Sharon, a smile would really help.”
“Fuck off, Herman” You tell him sharply. Which seems to only turn him on more, as soon after he sprays out a big load of warm sticky goo from his cock.
With all the guys having blown their load it appears that the mug is only half full. You hold it out for Camilla to claim but she only shakes her head. “It’s time for the girls to give their share. Have the students spit in it.”
So you let each one of the sitting students take a spit into the mug. They all spit obediently, thankful that they don’t have to drink any of it. Once again the brown haired girl whom tried to escape through the window goes the extra mile. She draws plenty of saliva from her glands so that her gob of spit is bigger than any of the other girls. You alone get to see how all the girls spit mixes with the men’s white, creamy cum load. The semi-fluid goo looks absolutely disgusting in its white chunky form and many girls are forced to avert their gaze after looking at it. Some, however, are more enthusiastic, deep down they look forward to seeing their teacher swallow the disgusting liquid.
Having collected all the girls spit, the mug is now filled to the brink. You offer it to Camilla whom looks at it nauseatingly and then points at Sabine. You then hand it over to Sabine, who only accepts it because she really has no choice. The fumes from the mug ooze into her nostrils to give her a stomach-turning idea of what’s to come. She looks over pleadingly at Camilla, hoping for a last minute redemption but Camilla is too busy giving a speech to her students.
“This, is art! Forcing a depraved slut, like Sabine, to repent her sins against my community. Her paintings led her down this road, she brought it upon herself. By expressing her sick desires as art, she poisoned this community. It corrupted her too, made her one of those liberal sluts who spreads their legs for any man who walks by.”
The girls obediently nod along; even the ones who still don’t fully believe her. The men seem more amused by this, next to how your cult sublimely perverts the world’s population, Sabine’s paintings are small potatoes.
"All of you, have also been corrupted; I can see in your eyes that many of you are enjoying this.” Camilla’s last line made several of the girls blush in playful embarrassment. “Those of you who are not enjoying this just haven’t admitted it to yourselves yet. Now Sabine, bottoms up!”
Taking one last look at the disgusting liquid, Sabine brings the brink of the mug to her lips and begins pouring it down her troth. The men, and some of the girls, cheer her on as the swallowing motions of her troth can be clearly seen by everyone.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” They scream.
The liquid floats slowly down into her mouth, prolonging the process and reassuring that the taste of man spunk can be felt in her mouth for days to come. She makes loud dirty gulping sounds whenever she swallows a particularly large chunk of the liquid. It must have tasted absolutely putrid.
Sabine can barely chug it all down, and when she’s finished she immediately motions as if she intends to puke it all out. Camilla sees this and at once puts a stop to it. “If you puke that shit up then what I’ll do to you is going to make last night look pale in comparison.” Sabine believes every word she says and struggles to control the disgusting liquid as if her life depended on it. With one last gulping sound she manages to bury the combination of semen and spit in her stomach, processing it as if it was food. She smiles a wide smile that reveals her cum soaked teeth.
“Artsy.” You comment, and everyone in the room laughs, except Camilla and Sabine whom look each other in the eyes.
“Who are you?” Camilla asks her.
“I am a slut, your slut, Miss Camilla.” Sabine sticks her tongue out and flickers it around a bit. You think the motions implies that she’s ready to lick Camilla’s asshole again but just slap her on the cheek and then laughs about it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
You and the rest of the group join her in laughter, although some nervously.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The laughter continues, but Camilla walks over to you. She speaks to you, but keeps a low tone so that the rest don’t hear as the laughter dies down.
“I have a proposition for you Sharon, one that can change your life.”
