Amanda was still crying uncontrollably as the other girls had her sit on the posh and fairly opulent sofa in the apartment, Miss P smiled evilly. ‘The little bitch is so close to being completely broken… then she’ll be as mindless as these three other little sluts.’ “Gretchen, Paula, Vanessa, please leave, go to Gretchen and Paula’s room and study. Show Vanessa some advanced pussy licking techniques…French Butterfly would be a great thing to practice.”

“Really!?” Vanessa said, happier than she could remember being since she was in class earlier that is.

“I think you’re ready for it sweetie.” Miss P said.

“Yes ma’am, we’ll teach Nessa like really good!” Paula said excitedly, taking Vanessa’s hand and leading her out.

“Please! No! Don’t go! I don’t want to be here!” Amanda cried.

Miss P smiled and pushed a button on her remote, a new buzzing filled the room, slow, deep, sensual, it shot right to Amanda’s cerebral cortex and pleasure receptors of her brain, causing her eyes to half close and become glassy as her breathing slowed down, in addition a powerful wave of neuro-chemical receptors rushed her brain, causing her to moan and shudder in pleasure, her entranced little brain was becoming an enslaved one, despite her subconscious’ attempt to prevent it.

Miss P pulled a chair directly across from Amanda and she sat, her legs crossed, but she let down her hair. Deep auburn curls cascaded down her back and around her face, her green eyes, filled with contempt and lust were glued on the sweet treat in front of her as she grinned predatorily.

“Amanda?”

“What?” Amanda said feebly, trying with all her remaining free-will not to succumb to the inevitable.

“What’s wrong darling? You love it here.”

“N-no… I don’t… I…” Amanda sobbed quietly.

“You really don’t?”

“I-I do.”

“Say it Amanda, say: ‘I love it here Penelope.’”

“I love it here Penelope.” Amanda cried in defeat, she hated giving into this, hated the fact she did love it, and that it was so damn hard to determine what were her real feelings, and what were forced upon her. “But it’s not real!”

“What is real Amanda? The pleasure, the feeling of acceptance, the fact that no one is going to ever hurt you again? Aren’t all those things real?” Miss P leaned forward and caressed Amanda’s unresisting face, Amanda nuzzled her cheek into the domineering young woman’s hand. “And my gentle touch? Isn’t that real my darling?”

“It’s…its real…” Amanda said and resumed weeping uncontrollably.

“Sweet Amanda…look at me honey.” Miss P said softly, raising Amanda’s puffy eyes to lock onto hers. “The feelings are real, we’re making what’s there stronger, doing it faster than normal perhaps, but its still you. Amanda, how long were you abused before you came here?”

Amanda looked down, ashamed, angry, beaten. “For a long time.” She whispered, as much to herself as anyone else.

“You were made to do depraved things yes?”

“Yes.”

“And you were given drugs, they gave them first to control you, and they did didn’t they?”

Amanda wept for what seemed to be hours, though it was only a few minutes. “Yes. It wasn’t my fault!” Amanda yelled.

“Of course not honey, you were…you are just a baby, you kept doing the drugs because they numbed the pain right?”

“Yes.” Amanda sobbed, ashamed. Also, the buzzing was making her so tired…so very tired, and relaxed, and aroused… it was becoming such a tedious job to fight this feeling, the feeling that she was loved, that everything was wonderful…’why fight it?’ she thought, and she grinned slightly. Her mind was a battlefield now, between the resisting subconscious and the part of her that longed for the love, pleasure and acceptance of the Academy.

“Have you craved your little fix since you’ve been here?” Miss P said, undoing the buttons on her jacket, she slipped it and her tight, black lace bar off, exposing her awesome D-cup tits to Amanda. It was too much, everything at the Academy, the pleasant movie, the tingly gas, the constant buzzing, the slurry and nice-tasting food, and of course the dreams and sex and the amazing pleasure… it all made her shake with a powerful orgasm as Miss P traced her long, red nail over her left nipple, grinning evilly as Amanda stared at the light tracing her buxom and depraved “teacher” did, utterly mesmerized.

“No.” Amanda said, and that was all her, she hadn’t craved her cocaine since she arrived, that realization caused an explosion of pleasure and relaxation in her mind…indeed, Amanda Donnelson was better off at Thomason Academy… right? “Uuuggggghhhhh!” Amanda shivered in an extremely powerful orgasm, her juices coating her ruined cotton thong as she tore open her shirt and her bra, massaging her tits which, for some odd reason seemed more sensitive and a tiny bit larger, with total abandon.

“Amanda? Come back to me sweetheart.” Miss P smiled and cooed, taking Amanda’s hands and guiding the young girl onto her teacher’s lap. “Amanda?”

“Yes Miss P?” Amanda whimpered.

“In here you can call me Mistress Penny if you’d like.” Miss P said, brushing a lock of sweat-soaked black hair from the teen’s eyes.

“Thank you Mistress Penny.” Amanda smiled.

“Do you know why you haven’t craved your fix?” Penny said smiling at Amanda whose attention was completely focused on the voluptuous redhead’s left breast. “Do you want this?” Penny cooed.

Amanda nodded her head enthusiastically, her gaze never leaving her sexy teacher’s tit.

“Then suck it darling. Here.” Penny said softly as she guided Amanda’s head to her nipple. Amanda’s soft, warm pink lips sealed around Penny’s hard nipple, causing the later to moan audibly and shiver at the pleasure.

“You don’t crave your dirty poo-power Amanda.” Penny panted, the pleasure increasing, her pussy soaked, she had to have this one, conquer her, make her completely and totally enslaved. “You don’t crave it because there is no pain here at the Academy Amanda.” Penny sighed, raising Amanda’s head so that the two looked at each other. “Do you feel pain Amanda?”

“No pain.” Amanda said meekly.

“Only love.” Penny said authoritatively.

“Only love Mistress Penny.” Amanda said dreamily.

Penny smiled lasciviously. Just a little more and lovely little Amanda would be totally enslaved.

“Kiss me Amanda…kiss me and feel only love my dearest little one.” Penny said in a sultry tone as Amanda crushed her young lips against her sexy teacher, probing her mouth and massaging Penny’s tongue with her own. Amanda rubbed her own impressive breasts against Penny’s superb rack, causing both to moan audibly.

Penny helped Amanda stand, no small feat considering how deliciously liquid the young teen felt, body, mind and spirit. Penny stripped her matching black lace panties and her skirt off, only her stockings and heels remained.

“Is this real Amanda?”

“Yes.” Amanda panted, taking in the sight of her gorgeous teacher, her lip quivered; her heartbeat grew faster, her head rushed. ‘Oh God, I only wish coke had felt this good.’

“Strip your clothes off, leave the thigh highs and heels.” Penny ordered.

“Yes Mistress Penny.” Amanda sighed, tearing at her clothes until she was suitably presented for her mistress.

Penny smiled and picked up a small perfume bottle, the pink, oily liquid sloshed inside. “Close your eyes little one.” Penny cooed. Amanda silently complied. Penny squeezed the spray nozzles, a fine, pink mist shot into Amanda’s face.

“OOOOHHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!” Amanda screamed as she shuddered with a powerful orgasm as she collapsed to the floor, writhing in pleasure, driving her fingers into her dripping snatch and rubbing her large tits with her hands. A look of unbridled lust and passion splashed on her young, pretty, now enslaved face.

Penny watched her hapless charge writhe in total ecstasy, spraying a few more toots of perfume, the same substance as the gas used in the classroom, into Amanda’s face, prolonging her insane pleasure, reducing the once-street-smart junkie into a quivering mound of pure sexual energy. Penny smiled and pushed another button her remote, the buzzing changed again.

Amanda shivered on the floor, the carpet wet with her juices; Amanda was delirious, in and out of consciousness. She dreamed of everyone and everything, she was being made love to tenderly by Patty and Susie, who she knew without question loved her, she was able to let go and be loved, and in so doing, ensured that her subconscious resistance, whatever was left of it, was shattered. She dreamed of Gretchen and Paula and Vanessa tangling her up in an orgy of kissing, licking, rubbing, sucking, fucking, nibbling and cumming. Lastly, she dreamed of being tied up, paddled, slapped, pinched, whipped and fucked by her two Mistresses, Penny and the Headmistress, she giggled in her sleep at the images of abject and depraved objectification and perversion the two older women subjected her little body and submissive mind to.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Amanda awoke with a start, nude save her thigh highs, in Penny’s bed, a thin blanket helped cover her taught, nubile form. She was soaked, covered in a slippery layer of sweat and cum, it covered her, it seemed to permeate her. She knelt in bed, her nude form glowing in the dark room, only the moonlight illuminated the room.

“Good evening little one.” Penny smiled seductively, standing in the doorway which led from the living room, the room Amanda has experienced the true and final wonders of her blissful surrender to Thomason Academy. Penny was wearing a sheer silk robe which clung to her amazing body perfectly, and taking a drag of a cigarette.

“Evening mistress?” Amanda said, involuntarily caressing her nipple.

“Yes my sweet angel. You’ve been zonked out about two and a half hours now. Its almost seven, it’ll be sleepytime soon. But first I need to tutor you a bit more.” Penny smiled evilly.

Penny shed her robe, she was nude beneath, as she let it slip from her soft shoulders, exposing her large, perfect tits and bald cunt, Amanda shuddered and slipped one hand between her legs. Penny sauntered over and got into bed, pulling the blankets and sheets down. “I want to hold you my pet.” Penny said softly holding her arms open for Amanda.

“Yessssss.” Amanda whimpered as she fell into her teacher’s embrace, resting her head on Penny’s shoulder as the older woman caressed her hair tenderly, kissing the teen’s forehead.

“Amanda, is this right honey?”

“Yes Mistress…so right, so pure.” Amanda cooed, looking up at her teacher with eyes of adoration.

“But is it real?”

“Of course Mistress, its real in me…I know you love me Mistress, and I love you.” Amanda leaned up and kissed Penny deeply on the mouth.

“Mmmmmmm. That was so nice Amanda. You do love me, and the Headmistress don’t you?”

“With all my heart Mistress. Just please don’t send me away from here.”

Penny laughed cruelly, Amanda didn’t notice. “We would never do that my sweet, so long as you always remain a good girl.”

Amanda shivered in pleasure just at the thought of being good. “Oh God yes Mistress, nothing but good.” Amanda moaned loudly as Penny gently but firmly stroked Amanda’s trembling, wet little pussy.

“Never bad.” Penny commanded.

:”N-n-never bad!” Amanda yelped in total sexual pleasure as she began grinding her cunt into Penny’s hand.

“Mmmmmm. No Amanda, never bad you little slut.” Penny hissed.

“No…no…UUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Amanda screamed with a powerful orgasm as she bucked and thrashed against Penny’s palm.

“You are a slut Amanda. You like Susie and Gretchen and Paula and the rest. You are a little slut, a slut for pleasure. Isn’t that right.” Penny said, rolling on top of the delirious teen who giggled to herself and nodded furiously.

“Say it Amanda.”

“I-I’m a dirty little slut mistress.” Amanda smiled.

Penny smiled big and got off the bed, Amanda whined, rubbing her legs together.

“Amanda?” Penny said, her back turned to the young girl as she opened a drawer, the older woman was smiling, knowing exactly what was about to transpire, and exactly how much Amanda would be completely subjugated.

“Yes Mistress Penny?” Amanda said smiling and giggling.

“You are almost an Academy girl, it full, a month or so in my class then its on to advanced classes…you’re going to love them soooo much honey.” Penny cooed.

“Yes.” Amanda panted, her wandering, teenaged hands frantically rubbing her delicious little clit.

Penny smiled down at a double-ended dildo, with a strap-on harness as she took out two bottles of lube, one, a slimy, yellow-colored gel went on one end, Penny applied it and slid it slowly into her wanting cunt. The older woman shuddered with intense pleasure. “Oh Fuck!” She yelled, throwing her head back, panting as the malicious drugs in the gel quickly entered her bloodstream. The drugs caused Penny’s testosterone production to peak, her aggression and dominant traits becoming extremely heightened, as well as causing a flood of dopamine to flood her brain., the other end was covered in a thick, pink lube and pointed directly at little Amanda who stared in wonder at it.

“Lie back bitch!” Penny said getting back onto the bed and pushing her young charge back before she could respond. “Spread your fucking legs, I want to see that over-used little pussy.” Penny snarled, her eyes glassy, filled with contempt, lust and even anger. “Your ass is mine you little whore! I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight!” Penny yelled, driving the ten-inch dildo into Amanda’s quivering cunt.

“OOOHHHHH!!!” Amanda cried in pleasure. “Yes Mistress, fuck your bad little slut, fuck her good…please…PLEASE!!!” Amanda screamed, gripping Penny anywhere she could to try to get her to thrust deeper into her pussy. The lube in Amanda’s cunt flooded her mind with more dopamine to cause her head to rush with pleasure, but also sedated her, making her more relaxed and pliable, there was pleasure in subservience, pleasure in allowing her Mistresses and Masters to use her as they wished.

As the initial waves of intense, drug-induced pleasure abated, a more constant, mellow flood of stimulation crashed over both girls, Amanda and Penny were a bit more coherent as their animalistic fucking became a bit more human. Penny, coated in sweat panted out the last orders needed to ensure Amanda’s complete surrender and mind-controlled subservience to the Academy.

“Amanda! Wake up you little bitch!” Penny snarled as a giggling, semi-conscious Amanda, recovering from her second orgasm already smiled at her hot teacher, coming back to reality for a moment. “Repeat after me! You repeat and tell me!...you…you’ll be a …a….a good giiiiiiirrrrrrlll!!!!” Penny screamed as she shuddered with a massive orgasm.

“Yes mistress! Anything you wish.” Amanda whimpered.

Penny was lucid enough to press a button on her remote, the buzzing which ensued was extremely complex, it overwhelmed Amanda quickly and apparently had an effect on Penny as well, who began a feverish assault on the young girl’s pussy with the double-ended monster.

“You’re a slut!”

“I’m a slut!” Amanda yelled and screamed with an accompanying orgasm, the combination of drugs and the new frequency meant that obedience and doing what she was told, would give her a mind-crashing orgasm each time.

“You obey!”

“I obey!” An orgasm.

“You are a dirty fucking whore!”

“I’m a dirty, filthy fucking whore!” An orgasm.

“You’re a fuckdoll!”

“I’m a naughty, naughty fuckdoll!” An orgasm.

Penny slowed suddenly, leaning in and touching her nose to Amanda’s. “You are ours.” She hissed.

“I...I…I am Yoooooouuuuuurrrrrrrrsssssss!!!!!!!” Amanda cried out as her pussy clenched around the hard phallus, her back arched and eyes crossed and she experienced the most powerful orgasm in her life. In the course of the orgasm, the pleasure truly was mind-numbing, no longer would her pesky subconscious get in the way, no longer were there any doubts, any hesitation as to who she was and where she belonged. She was Amanda, the dirty little slut, the wholly-owned and controlled fuck doll and whore of Thomason Academy. The orgasm was too much, Amanda lost consciousness and slumped back on the bed, only her slow, ragged breathing indicated she was alive.

Thomason, who had entered Penny’s room silently and smiled at the final enslavement of the beautiful raven-haired teen approached the lust-crazed teacher from behind and pulled her up by the shoulders/

“What the fuck?-“ Penny yelled only to be silenced by Thomason’s finger on her smeared red lips.

“Shut up.” Thomason said, reaching down and thrusting the dildo in and out of the teacher’s pussy.

“Oh! Oh God! Master! Don’t stop!”

Thomason smiled and slip his lubed up and rock hard cock swiftly into the redhead’s nearly-dripping asshole.

“OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!” Penny cried in pleasure and pain as her master, indeed the master of the entire school pushed her back down on the bed, grasping a handful of her deep auburn curls he pulled her delirious, drug and sex-satisfied head up slightly.

“You like that Penelope darling?” He said calmly but panting slightly.

“Y-yes Master…I love it!”

“I see you have treated little Amanda well.”

“Yes!!” Penny yelled as another orgasm rushed over her zombified little brain.

“You love subjugating these young little sluts, objectifying them, fucking them, enslaving them…don’t you!?” Thomason growled.

“Yes Master! I love it! I NEED IT!!!”

Thomason grinned, the rumblings of a powerful orgasm made itself more and more known. “You once weren’t the domineering bitch you are today little Penny. Remember when I found you darling?”

Penny thought, it was impossible to remember. ‘Why can’t I be a good girl and remember!?!?’ She thought, angry that she couldn’t recall. “No master… UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!” Penny shuddered with another powerful orgasm, which Thomason laughed evilly releasing her hair and letting the hot teacher slump on the bed.

“You were one of them Penny, so submissive, so lost, you came here meek as a kitten. It was too delicious to let you stay that way…I turned you into the alpha bitch you are to see if it could be done. To turn little diminutive Penelope, who would fuck anyone her pimp-owner ordered because she didn’t know any better into a dominant, slutty bitch, controlling young girls left and right! You were worth paying for Penny, worth paying that pimp of yours…Do you love it Penny? Do you love the control?” Thomason cooed sinisterly in the exquisite redhead’s ear.

“I love it more than anything except you Master!” Penny whimpered.

“But Penny needs dominance too doesn’t she? She needs to be ordered, needs to be owned, needs to be controlled as much as controlling doesn’t she?”

“YES MASTER!!!!!” Penny screamed, another orgasm rocking her body, her mind jelly, Thomason began to worry a bit if the innumerable orgasms the redhead had had had so far was going to cause a heart attack or stroke, so he decided to finish her with a grand finale then a nice long nap for the slutty, domineering bitch who was both feared and lusted after by the entire student body.

“I’m going to cum soon slut, as you take it, your will is completely mine.” Thomason sneered who pressed a button on his own remote, this one with a few extra buttons, the buzzing stopped and a deep, primal, almost rave-like music was piped into Penny’s apartment.

“Yes Master….completely yours my Master…I love you!” Penny moaned as her body began to shake involuntarily to the music.

Thomason didn’t disappoint, erupting what felt to be a gallon of hot cum deep in the teacher’s tight asshole.

“AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” Penny screamed, clutching the bed sheets as if holding on for dear life and grinding her dildo-filled, drenched pussy into the bed as she tried to milk Thomason’s cock of every drop of love juice.

“You are mine Penelope. Never forget that bitch.” Thomason said smiling as he rolled the passed-out teacher on her back, sliding her next to sleeping Amanda and gently unfastened and slid out the long dildo from her snatch.

Thomason put his pants back on, sprayed a few toots of diabolical perfuse/gas onto the two sleeping maidens and left. ‘Need to get back to my quarters and see how Cynthia is handling little Susie.’ Thomason thought and smiled, his cock beginning to grow hard again.