Serenson Academy (MC, Futa/Futa, Futa/Futa+)

Story by Harem

Serenson Academy

Features Mind Control, Futa on Futa, and Futa on two or more.

Part two contains the above as well as Non-Consentual sex, interracial, and incest. The Epilogue contains Futa/Futa, MC, NC, and impregnation.

The spin-off contains Futa/Futa, MC, Masturbation, and interracial.

I have plans for another, smaller chapter, and possibly an ending if there's enough interest in it.

Enjoy.

“I know, mom! You’ve told me a thousand times.”

Cynthia sighed and rolled her eyes at her mother. Ever since she was little, she’d heard the horror stories, and as the day of her enrollment approached, the stories and warnings had increased to such frequency that she had long since considered any advance to be plain nagging.

Cynthia’s mother simply rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, okay, I admit that I may be drilling this into your mind, but it’s very important.”

Cynthia looked at her mother. “Yes, yes,” she sighed. “The first day will be the most important day at the Academy.”

Cynthia licked her lips. The Academy--officially, the Serenson Academy of Academic Excellence--was an isolated, yet extremely sought out institution. In fact, very few people even knew of its existence. The ones who did, though, were incredibly powerful and influential people. Even the ones who didn’t actually attend it the Academy but were part of its support structure were well taken care of. Assuming, of course, they knew of its existence.

“It will determine whether or not I will rise above my peers, or if I’ll spend the next four years as a mindless cock-sucker,” Cynthia continued, adding her own little flair to her mother’s standard lecture of the Academy.

Carey, Cynthia’s seed-giving mother, glared at her wayward daughter before returning her gaze to the road. She had decided that a chauffer would be impractical, considering their destination. So she had simply decided to take her daughter to the Academy herself in an austere SUV. She let her mind wonder briefly on why most recent vehicles all looked pretty much the same. She preferred style over efficiency. She could afford the gas.

“Language, young lady,” she finally added after a few moments. “I don’t know where you picked up such bad habits.”

“Well, look at the bright side, mom.” Cynthia grinned in anticipation of getting beneath Carey’s skin. “If I fail today, I’ll come out as a prim and proper young lady.”

She smirked as she saw her mother’s knuckles whiten in the grip against the steering wheel.

She knew she should stop. She had scored a victory--a small one, but rare, and it must be because of the stress of her going to the Academy--and stopping would be prudent. Still, she couldn’t contain herself.

“And probably pregnant, too.”

Cynthia knew she had gone too fair right after saying it. She had broken a boundary, and she knew what to expect as her mother turned with a cold look in her eye.

“Mind your P’s and Q’s.”

***

The worst part about being put under, Cynthia decided, was a return to her normal senses. Her mother usually allowed her to remember everything under trance, which amounted to a hazy, dream-like memories of her body mechanically and obediently doing as she was order. More often than not, her mother’s words were blurred and all she was left with were warm feelings.

In this case, she--thought, at least--remembered bunching her skirt around her waist, sliding down her thong around her ankles, and inserted a fat dildo into her moist little slit. Where she had gotten the toy, much less why she was dripping enough to easily slide it into herself, was beyond her, at the time.

She sighed to herself in pleasure as she sat there like a doll. Her hands were busy holding her skirt up, else she would most definitely have slid the plastic toy from her mons. Sadly, she simply had to sit there, her walls squeezing over the life-like, veiny surface. She had always preferred the more sterile, smoother-shafted dildoes as the ones based off actual cocks were too real for her comfort zone.

Cynthia leaned back a little and unconsciously rolled her hips, as if silently begging the fake prick to grow a body and plow how like a little slut. Her own cock was throbbing madly, standing many inches off her pelvis, and already starting to dribble a little stream of pre down her length.

She desperately wanted to grab the base of the both the cocks and roughly molest herself. She could already imagine how wonderful it would feel for her soft hand to be stroking such a firm, powerful meat, while at the same time feeling her twat being taken and used for its purpose while--

“God, mom,” Cynthia grumbled as she practically threw her skirt down. “I really wish that you wouldn’t do that anymore!”

“And I wish it wasn’t necessary anymore,” replied her mother. Cynthia could practically rear the Cheshire grin in that sweet voice as she slowly extracted the fuck toy from her twat. A light shudder ran through her as she poppe

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