[JenniferStrawberry]

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St. Slave Academy

Jennifer Holloway, is a curvy buxom redheaded teacher at the prestigious St. Sophia's Academy. It's the beginning of a new school year when suddenly the government announces that rape is legalized and women are not allowed to say "no" to men in order to have babies, turning their lives upside down.

The bell chimed, echoing through the empty hallways of the school. A soft click of heels approached the classroom door as it swung open. Mrs. Jennifer Holloway, a buxom redhead with a warm smile, walked in, her curves accentuated by a figure-hugging dress that was both professional and flattering. She paused for a moment, setting down her bag and surveying the room with a hint of excitement in her eyes. The smell of freshly waxed floors and new textbooks filled the air, signaling the start of another academic year.

The grand edifice that once bore the name 'St. Sophia's Academy for Young Ladies' and had been an all-girls school until a few years ago, which was why the male students were often teased and taken advantage of by the female students. Now it was simply “St. Sophia’s Academy”, a name chosen  for its connotation of wisdom and purity.

The prestigious academy sat atop a hill that overlooked the small town below. The ivy-covered walls and grand architecture had always been a symbol of knowledge and virtue, and had produced a great number of thinkers, athletes and celebrities.

The stately building had been updated with modern facilities, blending the old-world charm with contemporary efficiency. A spacious library stocked with the latest texts and technology filled one wing, while the science labs boasted gleaming instruments and state-of-the-art equipment. The school’s sprawling grounds included a picturesque garden where students could read or study in the shade of ancient oak trees, and a sparkling blue pool that was the center of the school’s social life during the summer months. Beyond the academic buildings lay a sports field where students competed fiercely in various games, their laughter and cheers carrying on the breeze.

St. Sophia’s Academy was indeed a place where young adults could not only pursue a bachelor’s degree but also prepare themselves for the professional world. It offered a range of degree programs, from liberal arts to business and science, ensuring that each student could tailor their education to their aspirations. The academy prided itself on producing well-rounded graduates who were ready to make their mark on the world. In the evenings, the air was often filled with the sound of students rehearsing for theater productions or the sweet strains of music from the conservatory. The cafeteria buzzed with discussions about upcoming internships and job opportunities.

Jennifer Holloway, a curvy, fiery-haired teacher, was no stranger to the academy’s dynamic environment. She had been a beloved figure at the school since its transition to co-education, her warmth and intellect drawing students to her like a beacon. Her classes were always full of eager young adults, their eyes reflecting the wisdom she shared. Now, as the leaves began to turn and the cool breeze hinted at the approaching fall, she walked down the hallways lined with portraits of distinguished alumnae, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the school she had once known.

Andrea Klein, a voluptuous blonde student, had just turned 18, and was one of the many young women at St. Sophia’s Academy embracing the excitement of adulthood. With a spark in her eye and a spring in her step, she moved among her peers, who were mostly in the same age bracket, chattering about the parties they were planning and the boys they had their eyes on. The school was a hive of activity, buzzing with the vibrant energy of young adults who were no longer children, but not yet fully immersed in the responsibilities of the world beyond the stately gates.

Andrea was also the student council president. Her youthful exuberance was always cheering up the other students. She noticed Mrs. Holloway's attire and couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. If only she could wear something other than the dull, school uniform.

Then, in a stark contrast to the bustling scene, Clara shuffled in, her head down and her shoulders slightly hunched. Her auburn hair was pulled back into two tight braids that swung gently as she moved. Thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, magnifying her intelligent blue eyes. She was dressed in baggy, loose-fitting clothes that did their best to obscure her figure, though the occasional glimpse of a curved hip or the swell of her chest hinted at the beauty hidden beneath. Clara was the school's quintessential nerd, often found with her nose buried in a book or lost in a daydream about quantum physics. She was the kind of student who didn't need to try hard to be at the top of her class; her mind just naturally gravitated towards understanding the complexities of the world.

Following her was Brad, a tall, lanky boy with a mop of greasy hair and a weasel-like grin. His eyes darted around the room, searching for a familiar face, but finding none, he slumped into the seat nearest the door. Brad was the school's resident delinquent, known for skipping classes and getting into fights. Despite his academic failures, there was a sharpness to his gaze that suggested he wasn't entirely oblivious to the world around him. His clothes were worn and ill-fitting, a testament to his disinterest in conforming to the school's strict dress code. He was the type of student teachers signed over, knowing there was potential but unsure how to reach it through the thick layer of apathy he wore like armor.

As Brad settled in, the door creaked open once more, and in shuffled Wilbert, the overweight, acne-ridden school nerd. His eyes were downcast, avoiding the glances of his peers as he shuffled to the back of the room. The air grew tense as the girls in the classroom shifted uncomfortably in their seats, a collective memory of his past transgressions hanging in the air. Wilbert had always had a hard time navigating social interactions, particularly with the opposite sex.

His lack of confidence had often led him to seek solace in inappropriate behaviors, such as the time he was caught with a camera in the teacher's locker room, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and fear as he was escorted out by the principal. Despite the school's efforts to rehabilitate him, the stigma remained, a dark cloud that hovered over him wherever he went.

 The whispers grew louder as the students noticed Wilbert's entrance. Some giggled at his expense, while others shot him cautious glances, wary of his volatile nature. Even the teachers weren't immune to the tension; Mrs. Holloway pursed her lips as she watched him take his seat. She had been one of the targets of the locker room incident and the unease remained palpable.

Suddenly, an important message came in through the school's PA system. The secretary told everyone to switch on the TV. Jennifer looked for the remote and switched it on. As the screen flickered to life, the classroom went silent. A young, beautiful announcer stared back at them, her complexion as pale as the walls of the classroom. She began to speak, her voice shaking, and a sense of foreboding filled the air.

"Citizens of our great nation," she announced, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, "effective immediately, all restrictions on sexual contact have been lifted." The classroom gasped collectively, their eyes widening in disbelief. "In accordance with the new Repopulation Act, it is the duty of every fertile woman to engage in sexual intercourse and bear children." The words hung in the air, a chilling echo of a world gone mad.

The classroom buzz grew as the students began to whisper among themselves, their eyes glued to the TV screen.  Some of the girls began to weep quietly, others held onto each other for comfort, while the boys looked on with a mix of shock, excitement, and fear of the unknown. Mrs. Holloway’s hand trembled as she reached out to silence the TV, but before she could, the message continued, "Failure to comply with the act will result in severe consequences."

The announcer took a deep breath, steeling herself before delivering the next part of the message. "Women, it is your patriotic duty to ensure the survival of our society. You are now the bearers of the future. If you are approached by a man for the purpose of reproduction, you must submit without protest. You are obliged to take any virile seed into your womb. The use of contraceptives or abortion is strictly prohibited. The government will be monitoring all medical facilities to ensure compliance with this law." The room grew colder, the weight of the words heavy on the shoulders of every female in the room.

Jennifer felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as the implications of the new act sank in. The room was a whirlwind of emotion—fear, anger, and a desperate need to understand. She looked around the room, her gaze landing on the terrified faces of her students. They were just young adults, thrown into a nightmare none of them were prepared for. Her heart ached for them, especially Clara and the other young, bright minds in the class who had so much potential.

As the announcement progressed, the male anchors behind the desk grew more brazen, their eyes glinting with predatory excitement. They began to fondle the struggling female journalist, their hands groping her breasts and hiking up her skirt. She gasped and fought, trying to keep her composure, but it was clear she was in a losing battle. The camera lingered on her, broadcasting her humiliation to the entire nation. The horror in the room was almost tangible, a collective gasp echoing through the walls of the classroom.

Jennifer's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold. The desperation in the announcer's eyes was haunting. The poor woman's cries grew more urgent as she was violated in front of millions. Then, she did something that no one could have anticipated. She broke from the script and looked directly into the camera, her voice trembling. "Please," she begged, "every woman who can hear this - get out of the country as quickly as you can!" It was a whisper at first, but it grew louder and more urgent.

The male anchors' grin grew wider, their laughter echoing through the TV's speakers. They began to spank her bare ass, which was now exposed to the audience. "Don't listen to what this slut is saying," one of them sneered. "Everyone stay put and do just as your male superiors say!" The classroom was a sea of wide eyes and open mouths. No one had anticipated this level of depravity.

Andrea watched, horrified, as the man behind the journalist forced himself into her, her muffled screams and pleas for mercy serving as a stark reminder of their new reality. The scene was sickening, a twisted display of power that made her stomach churn. Despite her fear, anger bubbled up inside her, a fiery determination to fight back against this monstrous injustice.

Mrs. Holloway's hand trembled as she reached for the power button on the TV, her eyes never leaving the screen. The sudden silence was deafening as the broadcast cut to a "Technical Difficulties" message, but the sounds of the journalist's moans and pleas could still be heard. The room was frozen, the only noise the occasional sniffle from a student trying to hold back their tears.

Jennifer took a deep breath and turned to face the class, her smile forced but her voice steady. "Alright, everyone," she began, her eyes scanning the room, looking for any sign of understanding or defiance. "Let's all try to remain calm. I know this is shocking, but we need to stay together and support each other." Her words were met with a mix of fear and confusion.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment was shattered by the sounds of chaos from outside the classroom. The sharp tinkling of breaking glass pierced the air, followed by the unmistakable wails of women in distress. The color drained from Clara's face as she realized the gravity of the situation. The playful banter and light-hearted teasing of the schoolyard had transformed into a cacophony of horror.  The classroom door rattled as if someone was trying to get in, and the students' eyes grew wide with terror. "Stay here," Jennifer ordered, her voice firm as she strode to the door and locked it. The screams grew closer, and the sound of breaking glass echoed through the halls.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she picked up the classroom phone, only to hear the frustrating dial tone. Panic was setting in, but she forced herself to think clearly. "Girls," she called out, her eyes scanning the room, "we need to find a safe place to hide." The room erupted into a frenzy as the girls gathered their things, desperation etched on their faces. Some suggested the library, others the chemistry lab, but it was Clara who spoke up with an idea that gave them a glimmer of hope. "The old headmistress's office," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "It's got a hidden panic room. I read about it in one of the school's history books." They all nodded in agreement, their fear giving way to a glimmer of hope in the face of their newfound solidarity.

The door handle jiggled ominously, and the sound of male voices grew louder outside. "Get lost," Mrs. Holloway said, her eyes never leaving the door. Brad and Wilbert had gone eerily still, their hungry gazes lingering on their female classmates, a disturbing excitement flitting across their faces. Yet, despite the temptation, they remained frozen, fear and confusion holding them back from acting on their newfound "rights." The power dynamics in the room shifted dramatically as the girls huddled together, and the boys realized the gravity of what was happening.

As they moved to the back of the classroom, the knock grew louder and more insistent. The door handle turned, and the lock clicked open. In walked the old, portly headmaster, his mustache twitching with excitement. Behind him, the sleazy school janitor and the lecherous sports coach lurked, their eyes scanning the room full of potential prey.

"Thank goodness," Jennifer exclaimed with relief, her hand flying to her chest. "Mr. Blackwell, we need to get the girls to a safe place. The world has gone mad!"

The headmaster's expression grew grim as he nodded gravely. "You're right, Mrs. Holloway. We must protect the future of our society. Janitor, close the door and pull down the blinds," he instructed, his voice a mix of authority and urgency.

Mr. Jenkins, the janitor, stepped in, his eyes lingering on the students' bodies as he did so. His reputation for peeking through keyholes and making lewd comments to the girls was well-known. The students had complained countless times, but their accusations had always been dismissed by Mr. Blackwell. Now, his actions were not only tolerated but encouraged. He slammed the door shut and pulled the blinds down, cutting off the outside world.

Mrs. Holloway felt a cold shiver run down her spine as the coach approached, his eyes raking over her like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb. She had always felt uncomfortable around Mr. Jamal Carter, his constant leering and inappropriate comments had made her skin crawl. Yet, she had never imagined that his behavior would escalate to this level of depravity. Now, with the law on his side, she knew that she and the girls were in grave danger.

Mr. Jenkins waddled over to the window, his comb-over flapping like a flag in the breeze of his own sweat. His balding head shone under the harsh classroom lights, and his stubby fingers fumbled with the blind cords. His portly frame made the simple task seem almost comical, but the fear in the room was anything but funny. His leer grew more pronounced as he secured the blinds, his eyes darting to the students like a predator assessing his prey.

Mr. Jamal Carter, the school's athletic coach, sauntered into the room, his muscles flexing beneath his tight t-shirt. His dark skin gleamed with sweat, and his eyes sparkled with a malicious intent that sent shivers down the girls' spines. His youthful energy was a stark contrast to Mr. Blackwell's jovial demeanor, but the message was clear: he was as eager to take advantage of the new law as the others. His eyes lingered on Clara and her curved figure, his grin widening as he imagined what lay beneath her unassuming exterior.

 The sudden darkness in the room made the students gasp, but the dim light from the TV provided enough visibility to see the horror etched on their faces. Jenkins turned on the lights in the room. Mrs. Holloway stepped in front of Clara, shielding her with her own body. "Mr. Blackwell, we really must get the girls somewhere safe. The chaos outside is only going to get worse."

The headmaster approached the trembling group, his eyes scanning them with a cold efficiency. "Has anyone in this room made contact with the outside since the announcement?" he asked,  his voice low and ominous.. The silence was suffocating as the girls exchanged glances, fearing that even a whispered conversation could be misconstrued.

Jennifer took a step forward, her chest heaving with the effort to control her panic. "No, Mr. Blackwell," she replied, her voice shaky but determined. "The lines were all busy when I tried to call the police. I couldn't get through. This new law is crazy...legalizing rape to increase the birthrate?"

The headmaster nodded gravely, his eyes darkening. "Indeed it is, Mrs. Holloway, but we must adapt to the times. And we shall do our patriotic duty. We're going to ensure that the girls of this institution are bred with only the finest stock."

Jennifer looked confused. "The finest stock...I don't think I follow." The headmaster grins on the janitor and coach's faces grew wider, while the headmaster's smile remained tight. "What we mean," the coach said, stepping closer, "is that we three are going to be your breeding studs. With our high sperm counts, you'll all be pregnant in no time."

Brad and Wilbert, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, perked up at this revelation. The excitement in the room shifted from fear to a palpable lust that washed over them. Wilbert's eyes grew wide with a mix of shock and excitement, his hand unconsciously moving to adjust his growing erection. Brad's posture straightened, his greasy hair seemingly standing on end with the thrill of the situation. They had always felt like outsiders, but now, they were the ones with the power.

"We get to fuck them too, right?" Brad  finally asked.

"Of course, Brad," Mr. Blackwell said, his smile growing even more sinister. "I've heard you've shown potential in procuring certain substances. Some of which might make the women here more ‘susceptible’ to the way things work now. Right?" 

"And Wilbert, your... unique talents will surely be of service in this noble endeavor." The headmaster's words were like a switch had been flipped in the young men's heads, their eyes now gleaming with the same predatory excitement as the adult men.

Jennifer's eyes narrowed at Brad, realizing that he had been dealing drugs all along. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice strong despite her fear.

Brad smirked, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of power. "Spanish fly," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's an aphrodisiac. Makes 'em hot for it," he explained with a leer, his eyes flicking to the horrified faces of his female classmates.
 
Mr. Blackwell nodded, his gaze lingering on Brad with a hint of approval. "Perfect," he murmured, the wheels in his head turning. "Brad, go to your locker and retrieve the supply. We need to ensure the girls are... amenable to our advances."

Brad's grin grew wider as he nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving the terrified students. He strode out of the room, the sound of his footsteps fading as he made his way down the hallway. The tension grew thick, a palpable force that seemed to suffocate the air out of the room. Mrs. Holloway's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to protect her students.

While Brad was absent, Wilbert leaned in closer to the headmaster, his own eyes alight with a twisted excitement. "I know where to get ropes," he whispered, his voice a mix of nerdy enthusiasm and malicious intent. "And I've seen some... things online, that could make them more... compliant." The lechery in his voice was clear as he spoke of his vast knowledge of pornographic material and the depraved acts he'd witnessed.

"I've also have all sorts of...special...toys that we could use on them...", his gaze hungrily looking over his female classmates and their buxom teacher.

The headmaster's smile grew even wider at the revelation. "Excellent, Wilbert," he said, patting the boy on the back. "You've always had a knack for... resourcefulness." The implication was clear; Wilbert's history of voyeurism and inappropriate behavior was now a valuable skill set in this new world.

As Brad returned, a sense of dread filled the classroom. His pocket bulged with a small plastic bag filled with the foul substance that promised to rob the girls of their ability to refuse. "This shit is from South America," he whispered to Mr. Blackwell, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's not legal here, but it does the trick. You just spray it on their sensitive parts…mostly their pussy and they become like bitches in heat. There could be side-effects though…”

Mr. Blackwell took the bag with a greedy look, his eyes never leaving the trembling girls. "Side-effects?" he questioned, his voice filled with indifference.

Brad shrugged, his eyes glinting with a twisted excitement. "Some girls go crazy for it," he said with a grin. "But others... it can make them sick or even pass out."

Mrs. Holloway's heart sank as she took in the grinning faces of the men before her. Their casual discussion of using a potent aphrodisiac on the students was like a knife to the gut. "Mr. Blackwell, this isn't right," she protested, her voice shaking. "We can't just..."

Andrea felt a cold hand wrap around her wrist, and she looked down to see the janitor's leering face. He began to pull her closer to him, his breath hot and rancid. She tried to scream, but fear had turned her voice into a mere squeak. Mrs. Holloway saw this and acted on instinct. "Let go of her!" she shouted, pushing the janitor with all her might. He stumbled back, surprise flashing across his face before his features contorted into anger.

Jennifer's mind raced as she searched for an escape. "But we have an obligation towards these students," she protested, her eyes darting around the room. "We're here to educate and protect them, not..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the words. The headmaster's smile was almost a sneer now. "Your obligation is to the continuation of our society, Mrs. Holloway," he said, his eyes gleaming with a sinister excitement. "You'll do your part, just as we'll do ours."

[JenniferStrawberry]

Before she could react, the coach and janitor had pounced, their hands greedily grabbing at her lush figure. She tried to struggle, her hands pushing at their chests, but their strength was overwhelming. The coach's mouth latched onto her neck, biting and sucking as he squeezed her ample breasts through her dress. The janitor's rough hands tugged at her skirt, pulling it up to expose her panties. She could feel his hot breath against her skin as he leaned in, his tongue tracing a wet path along her thigh.

Mr. Blackwell stepped closer, his eyes feasting on the sight of his employees attacking her. "We're going to educate these young minds, alright," he leered, his voice thick with lust. "From this day forward, you're going to be teaching sexual education. Practical sex education." His words sent a chill down her spine. This wasn't just about assault; it was about control and the commodification of their bodies.

The coach and janitor chuckled darkly as they began to touch her, their eyes never leaving the students. "Oh, she's the perfect showpiece," the coach murmured, his thumb circling her nipple. The janitor slid his hand down her stomach, his rough fingers finding the wetness between her legs. He grunted in satisfaction. "Already getting wet for us, Mrs. Holloway?"

Jennifer's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she forced a professional tone. "It's a natural reaction to stimulation," she managed to say, her voice wavering. She knew she had to keep the façade up for the sake of the girls. "The body's response to arousal is involuntary, as you can see." She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to ignore the hands on her body.

The coach leaned in, his breath hot and sour in her ear. "Let's see those tits," he demanded. With a vicious yank, he tore her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her floral bra followed, exposing her large, firm breasts to the room. A collective gasp filled the air as the students took in the sight. The boys' eyes grew wide, their erections straining against their pants as they stared at their teacher's nakedness.

The janitor's rough hands squeezed and pinched her sensitive flesh, eliciting a whimper from her. The headmaster leaned in, his eyes glued to her chest. "Look at those beauties," he murmured, licking his lips. "Such a shame to hide them away under these ugly clothes." The other two men nodded in agreement, their eyes glazed with lust.

The coach leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Those breasts are perfect toys for men," he leered, giving one a cruel twist. "And when you're pregnant with our babies, they'll be perfect for nurturing our young." His voice was a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.

Andrea couldn't believe the words coming out of these men's mouths. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment, eager to claim what they had always seen as rightfully theirs. The headmaster stepped back, his eyes raking over her naked body with a hunger that made her stomach turn. "It's a crime that you haven't been pregnant already," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "But don't worry, we're going to fix that right here, right now."

The coach and janitor positioned themselves on either side of her, their erections bobbing in the air as they waited for their turn. The other students watched, a mix of fear, revulsion, and a strange fascination on their faces. Some of the girls were crying quietly, while others looked on with a mix of shock and horror.

Andrea felt a pang of pity for Mrs. Holloway, her heart racing in her chest as she watched the woman she had always admired being used so callously. She looked down at her own smaller breasts, feeling a strange mix of fear and embarrassment. The other girls in the class had the same look in their eyes, a silent comparison that brought a hint of jealousy to the surface.

The coach leaned in, his teeth bared in a grin. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he sneered, giving her right breast a rough squeeze. "These will be just as big and ripe as hers in no time." His words sent a shiver down her spine, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She was just a teenager, not ready for any of this, but the law didn't care.

Jennifer's eyes shot to the headmaster, her voice a mix of anger and desperation. "Don't you dare touch them," she spat.


Mrs. Holloway's eyes met hers, a silent plea for understanding. "I'll do anything," she whispered, desperation coating her voice. "Just let them go."

The headmaster's smirk grew into a full-fledged grin, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Anything, you say?" He took a step closer, his hand resting on the coach's shoulder. "If you can satisfy us without cumming, I'll consider it." The room was a whirlwind of fear and revulsion as the janitor and coach held her down.

Jennifer's heart sank, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving the headmaster's. She knew this was the only way to protect her students. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just agreed to. The coach and janitor paused, their eyes flickering with excitement at the challenge.

The coach's whispers grew harsher as he ground his crotch against her. "You always thought you were too good for me, with your fancy degree and your fancy words," he spat. "Now you're going to know what it's like to be used like a cheap whore." His breath was hot and sour on her cheek as he pushed her down onto a nearby desk, the cold metal sending a jolt through her body. The janitor had already torn off her panties and was fumbling with his own belt, his eyes never leaving hers.

Brad stepped forward, the plastic bag in his hand, his eyes glinting with a sadistic excitement. He approached Mrs. Holloway, his movements predatory and deliberate. He pulled out a small spray and uncapped it, the pungent scent of the Spanish fly wafting through the room. The girls watched in horror as he approached the desk, his hand shaking slightly with excitement.

"Please, Brad," Mrs. Holloway pleaded, her voice trembling. "You don't have to do this." But the plea fell on deaf ears as Brad brought the bottle closer to her.

Brad just grinned sadistically.  "Payback time for letting me fail all my classes, teach."

Jennifer's body stiffened as Brad leaned in, his breath hot and foul. She felt the cold spray of the Spanish fly hit her, soaking her most intimate parts. Her skin burned and tingled, and she could feel her body's natural resistance to the assault begin to crumble. The janitor and coach held her down, their grins widening as they watched her arousal grow, despite her desperate struggles.

Brad stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Look at that," he said with smug satisfaction. "Already begging for it." The room was filled with the cloying scent of the aphrodisiac, and Jennifer could feel her own desires rising against her will, despite their fear and disgust.

The janitor and coach held her in place, their grip unyielding. She could feel their eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her vulnerability. Her struggles grew weaker as the potent liquid coated her labia, the burning sensation giving way to an unwanted wetness.

Jennifer's mind reeled as the Spanish fly took hold, her body betraying her with every twitch and shiver of pleasure that it induced. Her thoughts swam with confusion and fear as she felt her legs part, her body's instincts overpowering her will. She was aware of the janitor and coach leaning in closer, their breaths hot and eager on her skin as they awaited their turn.

Clara and the other girls watched in horror as Mrs. Holloway's body seemed to move of its own accord, her hips rolling and her legs spreading wider as if in a silent invitation to the monsters before her. The disgust and fear on their faces mirrored her own emotions, yet she was powerless to stop the betrayal of her own body. The Spanish fly had turned her into a creature driven solely by primal lust, a plaything for the men to use and abuse.

"Alright, girls, clear the area in front of Mrs. Holloway's desk," Mr. Blackwell ordered, his voice thick with lust. The students moved with a mix of fear and disgust, shoving chairs aside to create a space large enough for what was about to unfold. The two male students he had sent to the gym returned, their arms straining under the weight of the blue sport mats. They laid them out carefully on the floor, their faces a mask of cold detachment as they took in the scene.

When the boys returned they told their classmates what they had seen.The whispers grew louder as the news spread through the room. The prom queen, once an untouchable symbol of purity and beauty, had been reduced to a mere vessel for the male students' desires. The cheerleading team, so full of spirit and pride, were now being used like ragdolls by the football players. The very thought of it was sickening, but the fear kept the girls from speaking out. They knew that the same fate could easily befall them if they didn't obey.

The boys had raging hard-ons as they told their classmates this. They had been thinking about joining in but they really wanted to see their redheaded curvy teacher naked.

Jennifer felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she lay on the desk, her legs spread wide open. The janitor's meaty hand was rubbing her clit, his thumb circling the swollen bud with a practiced ease that spoke of a lifetime of lechery. She could feel the coach's breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered his perverted fantasies to her.

Andrea watched in horror as Mrs. Holloway was manhandled onto the desk, her legs spread wide by the coach. The janitor stepped back, his erection tenting his pants as he awaited his turn. The headmaster leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "You're going to take them both, and you're going to like it."

"You're going to be our little breeding machine, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She felt his hand on her inner thigh, moving higher and higher until it reached the wetness between her legs. Despite her horror, she couldn't deny the traitorous throb of her sex, the Spanish fly working its dark magic within her. Her body was responding, betraying her with every gasp and shiver of pleasure.

Jennifer felt sick. She had always liked Mr. Blackwell, but now she saw the sadistic glint in his eye, the twisted smile that sent shivers down her spine. She knew that if she didn't submit, the girls would be next. So, she bit her lip and nodded, her eyes never leaving the floor.

 "I know this is sudden, Mrs. Holloway," Blackwell sneered, "but your first lesson in sexual education begins now." He gestured to the coach and janitor, who were already all over her, their erections standing proud and terrifying. "You're going to show these girls how to please a man," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

The janitor was the first to take his position, his belly jiggling with excitement as he stepped closer to the desk. His erection was obscene, a stark contrast to the trembling of Mrs. Holloway's legs. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ear as he whispered, "You're going to love this, sweetheart." His words were like nails on a chalkboard, grating and unwelcome.

The girls in the classroom stared in horror at the scene unfolding before them. The sight of their beloved teacher being violated was almost too much to bear. The room was filled with the sound of fabric tearing as the coach and janitor ripped off their shirts, revealing their hairy, sweaty bodies. The boys in the class couldn't help but exchange glances, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. They had never seen anyone's penis before, let alone two at once. They whistled and nudged each other, whispering about the size of the two staff members.

The headmaster leaned over Mrs. Holloway, his voice a mocking imitation of the calm, soothing tones he used in his morning announcements. "Alright, class," he said, his smile grotesque. "Let's get started with our new curriculum." He gestured to the janitor, who was now stroking his erection with one hand while holding her down with the other. "Mrs. Holloway, would you be so kind as to explain to the class what's happening here?"

Mrs. Holloway took a shaky breath, her eyes glazed with the potent cocktail of fear and arousal that the Spanish fly had forced upon her. She looked over at the students, their faces a mix of horror and fascination, and something in her snapped. "Girls," she began, her voice trembling, "what you are witnessing here is an example of how we must now conduct ourselves in this...new society," she managed to say, the words sticking in her throat like a mouthful of glass. "You must learn to accept this as your fate. Your bodies are no longer your own. They are to be used for the purpose of procreation."

Andrea's eyes filled with tears as she watched Mrs. Holloway's dignity being stripped away, piece by piece. The other girls in the classroom stared in a mix of terror and confusion, their young minds trying to process the unspeakable reality that was unfolding before them. This wasn't what school was supposed to be like. This wasn't what life was supposed to be like.

The janitor, his eyes bulging with excitement. His cock that was already standing at full attention. It was thick and veiny, a testament to his frequent visits to the school's gym and his secret stash of performance enhancers. He leaned over her, his breath hot and rank as he whispered, "You're going to love this, sweetheart."

Mr. Blackwell stepped back, his eyes scanning the room, savoring the fear and confusion on the girls' faces. "Mrs. Holloway," he said, his voice smooth and calculated, "why don't you explain to the class what we're about to demonstrate?"

Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking body. She felt the janitor's cock nudging at her entrance, the head of it pressing against her clit, which was now unbearably sensitive from the Spanish fly. "This... this is what we're here to do now," she said, her voice strangely calm. "To... to help our country." The words felt wrong on her lips, but she couldn't fight the seductive haze the aphrodisiac had thrown over her thoughts.

Mr. Blackwell stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. "That's right," he said, his voice a sick parody of encouragement. "You're going to be a good teacher and show them exactly what we expect of them. You're going to be our poster girl for the Repopulation Act."

Blackwell demanded of Jennifer to tell your students exactly what was going to happen here. "And don't give them the birds and bees crap, they're too old for that," he chuckled darkly.

Jennifer's stomach churned with revulsion, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice shaky but clear. "Girls," she started, her eyes flicking over the wide-eyed faces in the room, "today we're going to learn about the new law. The law that says we... we must be... available to the men around us." She paused, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. "We are to be breeding vessels," she said, the words feeling like shards of glass as they left her mouth. "Our bodies are now tools for the continuation of our species."

Jennifer continued her perverted lesson. "Right now, Mr. Jenkins here is so kind as to give me his big, hard cock where I need it most..."  Jenkins rubbed his hard tip against her hot, wet entrance and pushed inside of her. "Damn right I am. I'm giving you what you need, slut!"

Mr. Jenkins took that as his cue. He leaned over her, his heavy, sweaty body pressing her into the desk. His thick cock probed at her entrance, the tip slick with precum. He pushed harder, and she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation overwhelming despite the Spanish fly's influence. She bit back a scream, her eyes watering with pain and humiliation as he filled her completely.

"Look at him," Mrs. Holloway choked out, her voice trembling with fear and anger. "Look at his face as he takes what's his. This is what it will be like for all of you." She watched as Brad's eyes widened with excitement, his own erection growing in his pants as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

Her legs were shaking, but she managed to keep them spread wide apart, offering herself to the two men who violated her. "His penis," she said, her voice a forced monotone, "it's going between my labia, entering my vagina." She felt Mr. Jenkins's cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her beyond comfort, a cruel parody of the act she had once enjoyed with her husband. "It might feel improper at first," she continued, her voice cracking slightly, "but your body will betray you. It will learn to crave this... this... copulation."

Andrea's eyes were glued to the scene, horrified yet unable to look away. Mrs. Holloway's red hair was plastered to her face with sweat, her glasses askew, and her clothes torn. "You'll find," the teacher went on, gritting her teeth as Mr. Jenkins began to touch her breasts, "that your body will respond. You'll get wet, even when you don't want to." She could feel her own juices mixing with Mr. Jenkins's pre-cum, her body's traitorous response to the forced intimacy. "Your vagina will clench around him, trying to pull him deeper."

Her voice grew stronger, almost defiant, as she recounted the physical process, her eyes locked onto Clara's, the quietest and most vulnerable girl in class. "Your breasts will swell with arousal, your nipples will harden," she said, her voice strained as the janitor pinched one of her sensitive peaks. "Your clit... your clit will become engorged, begging for attention." She could feel the aphrodisiac working on her, turning pain into a twisted form of pleasure, her body responding against her will.

Mr. Blackwell stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "You're doing splendidly, Mrs. Holloway," he said, his voice like a caress. "But I'm afraid the young ladies in the back can't quite appreciate the full... education of the moment." He gestured to Coach Carter, who stepped over, a malicious grin spreading across his face.

Together, the two men approached the trembling female students huddled in the corner, their eyes never leaving Mrs. Holloway's ravaged body. The coach's meaty hand closed around Clara's arm, yanking her out of the group. "Come now," he said, his voice a low growl. "You wouldn't want to miss the show, would you?"

The other girls looked up at him, their faces pale and tear-streaked. He smirked, pulling them out one by one, until they were all lined up in front of the makeshift stage. The male students didn't need to be told twice; they eagerly surged forward, jostling for the best view. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and palpable, as the reality of their new lives set in.

Mr. Blackwell surveyed the room, a twisted sense of satisfaction on his face. "Now, class," he announced, "today's lesson is about fertilization. Watch closely, as Mrs. Holloway demonstrates the proper way to receive your seed."

Jennifer's eyes never left Clara's as Coach Carter brought her to the front, her body trembling with fear and disgust. "You see, students," she managed to say, her voice tight, "Mr. Jenkins is so generous to provide me with his semen." She felt a deep, burning shame as she heard the wet sounds of his thrusts, her pussy stretched around his cock.

The room was eerily silent, save for the slap of skin on skin and the occasional whimper from one of the girls. The boys leaned in, eager to learn, their young minds absorbing the horrifying new curriculum like sponges. The teachers watched with a mix of lust and glee, eager to play their part in the twisted play the headmaster had orchestrated.

Jennifer felt a tear slide down her cheek, but she forced herself to continue. "As you can see, Mr. Jenkins is penetrating me deeply," she said, her voice quivering. "It's important for maximum... for maximum... fertilization." She couldn't bring herself to say the words. It was like speaking in a foreign tongue, one that spoke only of violation and despair.

Clara was the first to look away, her eyes filling with tears. Mr. Blackwell noticed and took a step toward her, his smile turning into a snarl. "Look," he barked, "or you'll be next."

Jenkins groaned with delight, his words cutting through the tense silence like a knife. "It's easy to fuck your cunt," he sneered at Mrs. Holloway, "you're sopping wet. You're like a high-class hooker, begging for it even though you're playing hard to get." His cruel words were a stark contrast to the pained expressions on the faces of the young women, who were forced to witness their beloved teacher's degradation.

Jennifer's heart broke as she watched Clara's gaze return to the spot where Mr. Jenkins's cock met her body. She knew the girl was trying to be brave, but the horror was etched on her face. "Keep watching," she whispered to Clara, her voice filled with desperation.
The rhythmic pounding grew faster, more urgent, and Mrs. Holloway felt her body responding despite her mind's screaming protest. Her pussy clenched around him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. She knew the students could see her betrayal, could see her body's involuntary response to the rape. "It's okay," she lied, her voice strained. "It's part of nature now. It's what we're meant to do."

The male students stared in awe at the display, their eyes glued to the sight of the portly janitor's monstrous cock, veins bulging and pulsing as he claimed Mrs. Holloway's body. It was a stark contrast to her delicate frame, and the thought of any of the girls in the room facing such an onslaught sent shivers of fear down their spines. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust, a testament to the week-long buildup of his seed, and the girls could see the headmaster's twisted logic in choosing such an example.

"Is Mr. Jenkins bigger than your husband, Mrs. Holloway?" Mr. Blackwell's question echoed through the room, a malicious twinkle in his eye as he relished her discomfort. The room held its breath, the air thick with tension.

Jennifer felt her cheeks burn with humiliation, but she remained stoic, her eyes never leaving Clara's. "That's private!" she snapped, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest. "This isn't about personal comparisons. It's about the biological process of reproduction."

Mr. Blackwell chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ah, but size does matter in this new world, doesn't it, Mrs. Holloway?" His eyes raked over her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "After all, we want to ensure maximum fertilization for the greater good. So answer me already, woman!"

Jennifer felt the walls closing in on her. She couldn't breathe. The room was spinning, and she could feel the wetness between her legs growing, the heat of Mr. Jenkins's cock burning inside her. She knew she had to answer, had to give the headmaster what he wanted. "Yes," she whispered, the word sticking in her throat like a bitter pill. "Mr. Jenkins is... much larger than my husband."

Her confession seemed to fuel the rabid hunger in the male teachers' eyes. Jenkins grinned like a wolf that had just caught its prey, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his climax. The male students watched, their faces a mix of amazement and lust. Some of them had already begun to touch themselves, their young cocks standing at attention as they listened to the sordid details of Mrs. Holloway's forced submission.

"You see, girls," Mr. Blackwell said, his voice a sickly sweet purr, "this is the beauty of our new system. The strongest, most virile men will be the ones to impregnate you, ensuring the survival of our great nation." He stroked his own erection, his eyes glinting with a perverse excitement.

Jennifer felt a tear slip down her cheek as she nodded in forced agreement. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "his... his cock is so big." The words were torn from her, a confession she never wanted to make. "It's reaching all my... my sensitive spots," she gasped, her body arching as Jenkins hit her G-spot with a particularly brutal thrust. The male students' grins grew wider, their whistles and cheers a cacophony of depravity.

The room felt like it was closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of sex and fear. She could see the revulsion and pity in the girls' eyes, and she hated herself for what she was doing. For what she had become. But she had to keep going. For Clara. For all of them.

Jenkins grinned, his teeth bared like an animal's as he heard her words. "That's right," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You need this. You need me to fill you up with my seed." His cock swelled even larger at her admission, and she could feel his pride swelling along with it. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she had to fight the urge to push him away, to scream at him to stop.

But she knew she couldn't. Not now. Not when Clara's future was at stake. "Remember, girls," she forced herself to say, her voice shaking, "once the man... once the man reaches climax..." Her eyes flicked to Clara, willing the girl to understand that she was fighting for them, even if it meant debasing herself in front of them all. "Once he reaches climax, he'll release his semen into your... your womb."

Mr. Blackwell nodded, stroking his cock as he listened. "Indeed, Mrs. Holloway. Tell them how it feels when the seed is planted deep inside you." His voice was a hiss, a serpent's whisper that made her skin crawl.

Jennifer took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Clara's. "When Mr. Jenkins... when he releases his seed," she began, her voice shaking, "it's... it's warm. It fills me up." She felt Jenkins's cock pulse inside her, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. "It's a... a feeling of... of being used," she choked out. "Of being nothing but a receptacle for his lust."

The male students watched with rapt attention, their own erections growing at the thought of the power they now held over the female students. The room was a cacophony of grunts and moans, the sound of Mrs. Holloway's rape a backdrop to the twisted lesson. "It's important," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, "that you... that you don't resist. That you... that you accept it."

Jenkins grinned, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You hear that, slut?" he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to love it." He leaned down, his hot breath in her ear. "You're going to beg for it." His words were a slap in the face, a declaration of ownership that made her stomach turn. But she had to keep playing along. For Clara. For all of them.

Her body was a traitor, responding to his touch, to his cruel taunts. She felt herself getting wetter, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as he pounded into her. She bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape as he hit her G-spot again. "See?" he sneered, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're loving it, aren't you?"

The room was a blur, a sea of lustful faces and leering eyes. The smell of sex was overpowering, and she could feel the heat of the male students' stares on her body. The fear and revulsion she had felt earlier had given way to a strange, almost numb acceptance. This was her new reality, and she had to endure it.

But Clara's voice cut through the haze of humiliation, a beacon of hope in the darkness. "But it's just because of the drug," she protested, her voice shaky but firm. "It's not fair!"

The room fell silent, the male students' grunts and the slap of flesh against flesh momentarily drowned out by the power of Clara's words. Mrs. Holloway felt a spark of pride in the girl's bravery, a flicker of the fiery spirit she had seen in her so often in class.

Forcing a smile through her pain, she nodded. "You're right, Clara," she said, her voice stronger now, "the Spanish fly does make it easier to... to accept what's happening." She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the lie she had to tell. "But deep down, I've always craved this. The feel of a strong man's cock inside me, filling me up." It was a lie, a twisted one that made her stomach turn, but it was for their protection.

Her eyes met Clara's, and she hoped the girl understood the silent message behind her words. "You see," she continued, her voice a seductive purr that didn't match the horror on her face, "being a woman means receiving pleasure from our men, even if it's in ways that scare us at first." She moaned, the sound forced from her as Jenkins's cock hit her G-spot again and again. "The drug just... amplifies what we already want."

Jenkins grinned, his strokes growing more gentle despite his brutal intent. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

Jennifer nodded, her breath hitching as she felt her body betraying her. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of disgust and desire. "Please... please don't stop. I want to... I want to cum with you." The words were a knife in her heart, but she knew they had to be said.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hard nipples standing erect as Mr. Jenkins's sweaty chest pressed against them. She moaned lewdly, her body responding to the relentless pounding with a need that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The room watched in silent rapture, their eyes glued to the obscene spectacle.

Clara stared at her, mouth agape, as if she had been slapped. "Mrs. Holloway," she whispered, her voice shaking with disbelief and horror. "I can't believe you're such a shameless slut." The words hung in the air like a pall, a stark contrast to the fake pleasure etched on the teacher's face.

Jennifer's eyes never left Clara's as she leaned into Jenkins's thrusts, her hips rising to meet his with a sickening enthusiasm. "It's true, Clara," she gasped out, her voice a mockery of desire. "I've always been like this. I've always craved a man to... to dominate me. I'm nothing but a masochistic whore." She forced a moan, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as he hit her G-spot once more.

The room was a blur of faces, a sea of male lust and female despair, but she focused solely on Clara. "It feels so good," she lied, her eyes glazed over with a hunger she didn't feel. "To be filled up like this. To know that I'm serving my purpose." The words tasted like ash in her mouth, but she had to keep the façade going.

Brad stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a dark excitement. "It's not just going to be her," he said, his voice carrying over the room. "The Spanish fly will make any girl crave cock like a starving animal. You all will begging for it before you know it." His eyes raked over the trembling forms of his female classmates, and she watched as the color drained from Clara's face. The other girls looked at her with a mix of horror and resignation, their fear palpable. The thought of using the spray on the others, watching them squirm and beg for it, was almost too much for him to handle. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants, eager to join in the fun.

Andrea stared at Mrs. Holloway, her eyes wide with shock. The woman she had once looked up to was now nothing more than a plaything for the male teachers, her dignity stripped away in the most heinous way imaginable. The blonde student felt a surge of anger and fear, her fists clenching at her sides. This wasn't right. This couldn't be their future. She looked around the room, her gaze meeting Clara's, and she knew they were both thinking the same thing.

The male gazes around them were like a cage, hungry eyes that devoured their every move. They knew there was no escape from the Repopulation Act, no way to avoid the fate that had been so cruelly thrust upon them. The cocks of the male staff members and their male classmates grew harder with each passing moment, the anticipation of their turn palpable in the air.


The room was silent, save for the harsh sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the grunts of the men. The janitor's cock was like a piston, driving into her with an animalistic hunger that seemed to grow with every thrust. She could feel him stretching her, the pain a stark contrast to the sickening pleasure that the aphrodisiac forced upon her. It was as if she was watching it all happen from a distance, a spectator to her own violation.

Jennifer's eyes locked onto Clara, who was crying silently in front of her. The young woman's expression was one of utter betrayal, and it was this that gave Mrs. Holloway the strength to continue her macabre lecture. "You'll learn to crave this," she murmured, her voice strained as the janitor's cock pounded into her. "You'll learn to welcome it." It was a lie, of course, but one she hoped would offer some small shred of comfort to her students.

Jenkins, the portly 45 year old, balding janitor, had always lurked in the shadows of St. Sophia's, his leering glances going mostly unnoticed. Now, in the wake of the Repopulation Act, he found himself with more power than he could have ever dreamed of. His eyes, once hidden behind thick glasses and a greasy sheen of lust, gleamed with a newfound confidence as he thrust into Mrs. Holloway. This beautiful, married woman, once so far beyond his reach, was now his to take, to use as he saw fit.

He felt like a king, surveying his newfound kingdom of young, fertile females, all ripe for the picking. The thought of the tight, untouched pussies that awaited him made his cock throb even more as it slammed into the redheaded teacher. The way her body responded to the Spanish fly was exhilarating. Her hips bucked against him, her moans grew louder, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy despite her desperate attempts to resist. It was clear that she was as lost in the haze of arousal as he was in his fantasies.

Jenkins grabbed her by the hips, his meaty fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer to him. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a rough, passionate kiss. He didn't care that she was married; she was his now. The taste of her mouth was sweet and forbidden, and he greedily devoured it, his tongue exploring every crevice. Mrs. Holloway's own kiss grew more fervent, her body's treacherous response to the potent aphrodisiac overpowering any sense of decorum or morality she might have once had.

Mr. Blackwell and the other men watched with hungry eyes, their cocks straining in their pants as they anticipated their turns. The headmaster chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I wonder what her husband would think of this," he mused aloud. "To see his precious wife being used like this... by someone like you." The room echoed with their cruel laughter, the sound a stark contrast to the whimpers and moans that filled the air.

Jenkins' thrusts grew more urgent, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he approached his climax. Mrs. Holloway felt his cock swell inside her, the pressure building until she thought she might burst. Her own body responded in kind, her orgasm rising like a dark tide she couldn't fight. She moaned louder, her voice a desperate plea that only seemed to spur him on.

The janitor pulled back, his eyes wild with lust as he watched the pleasure play out on the teacher's face. He knew she didn't truly want this, but the Spanish fly had turned her into a sexual creature that craved release. "I'm about to explode," he grunted, his hips bucking erratically.

Mrs. Holloway, lost in the fog of arousal, could only nod in response. Her voice was a desperate moan as she whispered, "Cum inside me!" The words were a betrayal to herself, a declaration of defeat to the men who held her down. But she knew that fighting would only bring more pain, more humiliation.

The janitor's grunts grew louder as he reached the peak of his excitement. "I'm gonna fill you up," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Mrs. Holloway could feel the heat of his climax, the throbbing of his cock deep within her. "You're going to have my baby," he groaned, the words a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, as his seed flooded her.

Jennifer's body clenched around the janitor's cock as she felt the warmth of his orgasm fill her. Her own climax hit her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and making her arch off the desk. Her pussy quivered and tightened around him, milking every last drop of cum from his pulsing shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and horror that she couldn't escape.

Mr. Blackwell's voice was a cold slap in the face, bringing her back to reality. "Admirable effort, Mrs. Holloway," he said, his words laced with sarcasm. "You really milked the janitor dry with your cunt." The male students and teachers chuckled cruelly, the sound of their amusement a stark contrast to the pain and humiliation etched on her face. "But the lesson is not over yet. Explain to the students how it feels to be creampied and what will happen next to you."

Her breaths were ragged, her body still trembling from the forced orgasm, but she knew she had to play along. She had to keep the façade up, had to protect her students. "Thank you," she said, her voice a monotone. "It's important for the girls to understand that once the man has... has released his seed," she paused, the words sticking in her throat, "that they are... are filled with life."

Mr. Blackwell nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice a patronizing purr. "Now, Mrs. Holloway, tell the class what happens after the... the... the deposit is made. And please start using the appropriate language."

Jennifer took a shuddering breath, her body still trembling from the forced climax. "After... after he releases his... cock juice inside me," she corrected herself, the words feeling like acid on her tongue, "my body will begin to prepare for conception." Her eyes met Clara's, her silent apology clear. "It's nature's way of ensuring the survival of the fittest."

Mr. Blackwell leaned against his desk, stroking his own cock lazily. "Go on, Mrs. Holloway," he urged. "Tell us about the magical dance of the sperm and the egg."

Jennifer took a deep, shuddering breath, her body still reeling from the janitor's vile climax. She knew she had to continue the charade, to keep her students as safe as possible. "When the... the male's semen enters my body," she began, her voice shaking, "it's like an invading army." She paused, her eyes glazed over with the horror of what was happening to her, yet her words remained clinical. "It floods my... my womb, searching for my egg."

Mr. Blackwell nodded, his eyes gleaming with a twisted fascination. "And what happens when the sperm reaches the egg, Mrs. Holloway?" he prompted, his hand moving faster on his erection.

Jennifer swallowed hard, her voice tight with revulsion as she recounted the biological process in the most degrading terms possible. "My... my womb will contract," she began, her voice shaking with the effort to keep her composure. "It's like... it's like it's welcoming his... his superior seed. The sperm will fight their way to my egg," she said, her voice a forced purr, "like little soldiers fighting for the right to conquer my fertility."

The room was silent, the male students' eyes glued to her, their own cocks swelling at the thought of what was happening. "It's a... a battle," she continued, the words feeling like a knife in her soul. "A battle to see which sperm will be the strongest. The one that will... will claim me as its own." Her voice grew softer, a whisper that seemed to carry through the room despite the silence that had fallen.

"And when it happens," Mr. Blackwell spoke up, his hand still stroking his cock, "when his sperm reaches your egg, what will happen?" His voice was a dark caress, a promise of more horrors to come.

Mrs. Holloway's voice was barely above a whisper as she continued her macabre lesson. "When... when the sperm finds my egg, it's like... it's like a rape," she said, the words tearing from her like shards of glass. "It's going to penetrate my egg, forcing its way inside, claiming it as its own." Her eyes flicked to Clara, and she saw the horror reflected there. But she had to keep going, had to get through this.

"The egg," she panted, her chest heaving with the effort of speaking, "it doesn't get a say in the matter. It's just... just there to be used." Her eyes never left Clara's, her silent message one of determination. "But once it's... it's fertilized," she managed, her voice catching on the words, "it's not just about pleasure anymore. It's about life. It's about creating the next generation."

The headmaster's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And how does it feel, Mrs. Holloway," he prompted, his hand still working his cock, "when your body surrenders to the male's superior genes?"

Jennifer's voice was a tremble of despair as she continued her perverted biology lesson. "It's... it's like a violation," she said, her eyes never leaving Clara's. "My womb is... is open and accepting, a... a bastion of fertility waiting to be claimed. His sperm, so strong, so potent," she swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat, "it floods my body, seeking out my egg. There is no way to fight it. There are millions of healthy sperms and only one defenseless egg."

The janitor, still buried deep within her, was oblivious to her pain, his own body still trembling from his recent release. The warmth and wetness of Mrs. Holloway's pussy was like heaven to him, a feeling he never thought he'd experience with a woman of her status. He felt like a king, his cock still pulsing with the last drops of his cum, marking her as his.

Jennifer lay beneath him, her body limp and defeated, feeling his seed fill her up as the drug continued to manipulate her desires. She was a prisoner to the depraved whims of the school's male staff, a breeding ground for the next generation of rapists in this twisted game of dominance and submission. Her mind reeled with the reality of her new role, the humiliation of her position stark and unavoidable.

Blackwell's laughter echoed in the room, a sinister sound that seemed to amplify the horror of the situation. "You see, girls," he said, his eyes sweeping over the trembling forms of Clara and the other female students, "Mrs. Holloway's body is designed to crave this. It's a natural process, a dance as old as time itself." His hand slid down to her belly, pressing firmly against the spot where the janitor's seed now pooled. "Her egg is probably trying to get away," he taunted, "but it's no match for the strength of our sperm."

The girls stared at their teacher, their expressions a mix of confusion and revulsion. They had seen the way she begged, the desperation in her eyes, and it was difficult to reconcile that with the woman they knew and respected. Clara felt a knot form in her stomach, her mind racing. How could this be happening? Why would Mrs. Holloway, of all people, be okay with this?

The janitor, his cock still buried inside Mrs. Holloway, grinned down at her, his breaths heavy and ragged. "You're such a good little breeding whore," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel you clenching around me, trying to keep me in. You want more, don't you?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "You want more cock, don't you?"

Jennifer's body betrayed her, her pussy tightening around him involuntarily, the aphrodisiac ensuring she was still aroused despite the horror of the situation. She could feel the cum leaking out of her, a sticky mess that was a stark reminder of what had just happened. But she knew she had to keep up the act, had to keep her students believing that she was okay with this, that this was all a part of their new lives.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure that she didn't truly feel. "I want more." The words were a lie, a mask to hide her true feelings, but she knew that if she didn't play along, things would only get worse for her and the other women in the room.

Mr. Blackwell nodded in agreement, his own arousal clear as he stepped closer to the desk. "Indeed," he said, his voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "We're going to fill you up with so much cum that you won't be able to walk straight for a week." The male staff members and students murmured their assent, their eyes glinting with the excitement of the depraved spectacle.

Jenkins chuckled darkly, his hand still resting on her hip as he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. "You heard the man," he said, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You're going to be bred like the whore you are." He stepped back, his chest heaving with the exertion, a proud smirk on his face. The sight of her filled with his seed was almost too much for the janitor to take.

The room was a cacophony of gasps and stifled moans as the male students watched, their own desires reaching a fever pitch. Some had succumbed to the sight before them, their pants dark with the evidence of their arousal. Others had managed to restrain themselves, but their eyes were wild with lust as they took in the scene. A few of the bolder ones stepped forward, their own cocks in hand, and aimed them at the pile of clothes and papers on Mrs. Holloway's desk. They shot their thick, ropy cum, their bodies spasming with the effort. The smell of sex filled the room, a heady aroma that seemed to thicken the air, making it difficult to breathe.

Mr. Blackwell sadly shook his head as he observed the display of juvenile lust. "What a waste," he said, his voice a mix of disappointment and resignation. "When there is a perfectly fertile cunt right in front of them." He gestured to Mrs. Holloway, who lay sprawled on the desk, her legs still spread, cum dripping from her pussy. "This," he said, his voice stern, "is what happens when you don't educate these young adults properly, Mrs. Holloway."

With a snap of his fingers, he called over a student, a young man named Marcus who had always been eager to please. "Run along to the nurse's office," he instructed. "Bring back everything she has. We're going to show these girls what a real breeding is like."

Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He bolted out of the room, his face flushed with excitement. Clara watched him go, her thoughts racing. The reality of the situation was setting in, a cold knot of fear and anger forming in her stomach.

When Marcus returned with the nurse's supplies, Mrs. Holloway's eyes widened in horror. She had hoped that the worst was over, but she knew that was just the beginning.

"Look what Marcus found," Mr. Blackwell announced with a sick smile, holding up a large metal funnel. The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation settled in. Mrs. Holloway's eyes flickered to Clara, and for a brief moment, Clara saw the woman she knew, the woman who had inspired and cared for them. The woman who was now being reduced to nothing more than a vessel for the school's twisted desires.

Marcus approached the desk, his hands shaking slightly as he held the funnel, a mix of excitement and fear playing across his face. He knew what was expected of him, and he knew the consequences of disobeying. With trembling hands, he placed the cold, gleaming metal against Mrs. Holloway's pussy, the room holding its collective breath.

Jennifer's eyes were wide with terror as the funnel was pushed into her, the coldness of it sending a shiver through her body. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was being reduced to a mere receptacle for these monsters' lust. Yet, she knew she had to remain strong, for Clara, for all the other girls in the room.

[To-Get-Her]

Interesting story that really needs a warning about sex acts only being between age of consent people sine there is a "No Underage Content" rule on the site! Would like to see more in  the future, away from the school setting!

[JenniferStrawberry]

Dear To-Get-Her, thank you for your thoughtful feedback. All the characters in the story are 18+. The Academy in the story is more like a college / undergrad university and not a school. Maybe I have to make that more clear in the text.

[To-Get-Her]

if i might suggest why not add "An institute of Higher learning!" over here in North America, school implies up to Eighteen. The phrase presented is taken to men College, University or place where older learners gather!

A merit was earned by realizing, "Maybe I have to make that more clear in the text." Shows that you are willing to do anything to make the story fit in better with the rules here!

[JenniferStrawberry]

Hi! I greatly extended the second part of the story. The new segments are shown in italics.

[To-Get-Her]

Don't know about anyone else but in my opinion you have greatly improved the story with the introduction of a sex education lesson. loved the way the janitor verbally humiliated Jennifer  as if expecting her to actually enjoy getting raped by him

At one point I thought you were actually have one of the male student start to work on one of the girls by spraying her with Spanish fly.

Can't wait to read where you plan to take this one

Merit awarded for the improvements!

[JenniferStrawberry]

Thank you so much for your kind feedback once again. Yeah, I also love that there is now a "proper" sex ed. lesson in the story. Yeah, I feel like the janitor is a soild pervert character in the story and plays well off of Jennifer.

The girls will definitely also all still get sprayed, only at a later time in the story 

I gotta re-write the section between Jennifer and coach Carter first, to align it with all the changes I made.

Thank you for your support!

[JenniferStrawberry]

Principal Blackwell's smile grew wider as he gestured to the hulking black coach, Jamal Carter. "Mrs. Holloway," he announced with a sneer, "you have another dirty little hole that needs to be stuffed. One that we haven't had the pleasure of filling yet." His eyes raked over her trembling body, the malice in his gaze making her stomach turn. "Coach Carter here is going to show the class the finer points of anal penetration."

Mr. Blackwell's words echoed in her mind as the coach stepped forward, his belt unbuckled and his pants around his ankles. She had never seen him look so... animalistic. His cock, thick and angry, bobbed in front of him, and she knew what was expected of her.

Coach Carter grinned a predatory leer that made the room feel even more suffocating. His eyes locked onto Mrs. Holloway's, and she felt a cold sweat break out over her skin. She had heard rumors about the coach's preferences, but she had never thought she would be on the receiving end of them.

Coach Jamal, a mountain of a man with a cock to match, stepped forward, his impatience clear. His eyes were dark with desire as he took in her exposed, vulnerable form. The room grew still, the air thick with anticipation as he approached the desk. Mrs. Holloway's body trembled as she felt the head of his massive cock brush against her ass, the precum leaking from it leaving a sticky trail on her skin.

Marcus, the eager student, fumbled with the bottle of lube, his hands shaking with excitement. He had never been allowed this close to Mrs. Holloway before, and the thought of participating in her degradation was almost too much to handle. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and reached between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he coated her tight asshole.

Jennifer's body stiffened as she felt his cold, lubricated digits breach her most private area. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to scream as he pushed his way inside her. The sensation was foreign and unwelcome, a stark contrast to the forced pleasure she had just endured. But she had to keep her composure, had to show the other girls that she was okay, that this was all part of their new lives.

Marcus's eyes were glued to hers, a twisted mix of arousaland nervousity. His touch was rough and inexperienced, his fingers probing and pushing into her tight asshole without care. She bit her lip, trying to keep her whimpers to a minimum, not wanting to give the men the satisfaction of hearing her pain. The room was silent, the only sounds were the slick noises of the lube and the coach's heavy breathing as he waited for his turn.

Mr. Blackwell's gaze was cold and calculating as he watched Marcus work on her. The thought of the boy's depraved intentions made her stomach churn, but she knew she had to keep playing along. If she could just get through this, maybe she could find a way to help the others.

Marcus's touch grew more confident as he spread the lube around her tight sphincter, his eyes never leaving hers.  It was clear he was getting off on her discomfort, on the power that the Repopulation Act had granted him. She could feel the tension in the room as the other students and teachers watched, their own desires no doubt mirroring what was happening to her.

With a final, brutal push, he inserted his fingers fully, stretching her open. The pain was intense, a stark reminder of her lack of control. She gritted her teeth and focused on Clara, willing her to understand that she was fighting, that she wasn't a willing participant in this horror show.

Marcus withdrew his fingers, his face a mask of excitement. He reached for the bottle of Spanish fly, the same substance that had been used on Mrs. Holloway's pussy before. Brad stepped closer, his eyes glinting with malice. They had clearly planned this, eager to play their part in the academy’s twisted breeding program.

The bottle was passed to Marcus, and he looked to Mr. Blackwell for approval. The headmaster nodded, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "Go ahead," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're all eager to see how well Mrs. Holloway can take it up the ass."

Marcus's hands were shaking as he unscrewed the cap of the Spanish fly. The potent aphrodisiac was a weapon in their twisted world, and he knew it would make Mrs. Holloway's body betray her even more than it already had. He aimed the bottle at her tight, clenched asshole, his thumb hovering over the nozzle.

Brad, equally eager, stepped closer, his own cock straining against his pants. "Do it," he whispered, his voice a mix of excitement and malice. Marcus took a deep breath and pressed the bottle to her entrance, the clear liquid squirting out in a forceful stream. Mrs. Holloway's body convulsed as she felt the cold, sticky fluid fill her up, the sensation making her want to retch.

"No, please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Not there. Please, I can't handle it." But her words fell on deaf ears, the two young men too caught up in their own depraved excitement to care about her pleas. They laughed cruelly as they watched her squirm, the liquid pooling around her asshole before it was inevitably absorbed by her body.

Marcus's thumb pressed down hard, sending a powerful stream of the Spanish fly into her tight, unprepared hole. She felt her muscles clench and spasm as the potent substance filled her up, the burning sensation spreading through her with a ferocity she had never experienced before. Her cries grew louder, her body arching off the desk as she tried to escape the intrusion.

"That's enough," Mr. Blackwell's voice was firm, cutting through the room like a whip. Marcus's hand paused, the bottle still aimed at her asshole, his expression one of disappointment. "We don't want to ruin the surprise," he said, his eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. "Let it work its magic."

Mrs. Holloway felt the cold, sticky liquid pool inside her, the sensation making her want to retch. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she focused on Clara's horrified face. The drug was already starting to take hold, her body betraying her with a twisted, unwelcome arousal. Her asshole began to clench and unclench, the muscles responding to the invasive substance as if it was something she craved.

Marcus and Brad stepped back, their eyes glued to her asshole as it began to react to the aphrodisiac. The sight of her stretched and ready was like a beacon to them, and the other male students and staff members in the room could feel their own desires spiking. The room was thick with the scent of lust and fear, a heady mix that made Clara's stomach turn.

Coach Carter didn't waste any time. He stepped forward, his massive cock twitching with excitement as he took in the view. Mrs. Holloway's body was a canvas of cum and sweat, and he was more than ready to add his own masterstroke. He lined himself up with her asshole, the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum. He pushed against her, and she felt the cold, hard metal of the funnel deep inside her pussy once more. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and arousal that she didn't want to feel, but the drug made it impossible to ignore.

The room was a blur of motion as Marcus and Brad stepped closer, their cocks in their hands. The other male students had followed suit, their eyes glazed over with the same lust that had consumed the teachers. They stroked themselves in time with the coach's movements, their excitement palpable. The janitor, his own cock still hard, stepped up to the desk, his cum-covered hand reaching for the funnel. He grinned wickedly, the power of the situation not lost on him.

With a sickening pop, Coach Carter's cock breached Mrs. Holloway's asshole, the sound echoing through the classroom. Jennifer's eyes watered with pain as she felt herself being stretched beyond what she thought was possible. The aphrodisiac had her body reacting in ways she never thought it would, the sensation of his thick cock sliding into her tight ass bringing a strange, unwanted wave of pleasure. The classroom was a tangle of movement and lustful gazes as the male students and teachers stroked their cocks, their eyes glued to the obscene sight of her being violated.

"God, she's so tight," Jamal groaned, his voice strained with effort as he pushed deeper into her. "Is this your first time taking it up the ass, Mrs. Holloway?" His question was a taunt, a way to further degrade her in front of the class. She gritted her teeth, fighting back the urge to scream, to tell him to stop. But she knew it would be futile. The drug had her in its grip, and she could do nothing but take the abuse they had planned for her.

The janitor, Jenkins, chuckled, his hand moving to his own cock, which was already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Marcus and Brad followed suit, their eyes glued to the coach's thick member disappearing into their teacher's asshole. The room was alive with the sound of fists pumping against flesh, the slick sound of hands moving over cocks echoing in the silence of the classroom.

Jennifer's eyes darted around the room, watching the scene unfold before her with a mix of disgust and fear. Marcus and Brad stepped closer to the desk, their strokes growing faster as they watched the coach claim her. She felt the cold metal of the funnel against her clit, a stark contrast to the heat and pressure building inside her.

The janitor's eyes were glazed with lust as he stepped closer, his own cock in hand. He aimed it at the funnel, a bead of precum forming at the tip. She watched in horror as the first ropes of cum shot into the metal, disappearing into the depths of the funnel. The sound of his grunts filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the ragged breaths of the other men.

Marcus and Brad followed suit, their own cocks pulsing with the need to claim Mrs. Holloway in their twisted ritual. They stroked themselves with a fervor that was both disturbing and mesmerizing. Clara felt her stomach turn as she watched them, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. This was the new world order, and there was no escape.

The janitor stepped aside, his cum-covered cock finally at rest. The funnel was a mess of sticky, white fluid and stray pubic hairs, a disgusting testament to the depravity of the men in the room. Mrs. Holloway's body was a canvas of violation, her asshole stretched around the coach's cock, her pussy plugged with the funnel filled to the brim with their sperm. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she never took her eyes off Clara, silently begging for her to understand.

Mr. Blackwell stepped forward, a sickening smile spreading across his face. "Now, Mrs. Holloway," he said, his voice like a serpent slithering through the silence. "You should be grateful for the healthy contribution these young men have made to your reproductive future." He gestured to the funnel, the semen already starting to leak out of her pussy, the excess pooling onto the desk below. "It's your job to ensure that every drop finds its way into your fertile womb."

Mrs. Holloway's eyes were glazed over with the forced pleasure of the aphrodisiac as she felt the coach's powerful strokes in her ass. She knew she had to maintain the façade of compliance, to keep the illusion that she enjoyed this, to protect Clara and the other girls from the full extent of the male teachers' depravity. So she nodded, her voice shaking. "Yes, Headmaster," she managed to say through gritted teeth.

Her vaginal muscles clenched around the funnel, her body's involuntary response to the aphrodisiac sending waves of pleasure through her. Despite herself, she couldn't help but moan as Coach Carter's cock pummeled her, the feeling of being filled in both holes at once an intense and humiliating sensation. The students watched, horrified and aroused, as the teachers' sordid performance played out before them.

The semen-filled funnel remained lodged in her pussy, the warmth of the cum spreading through her. Her womb seemed to pulse with a strange hunger, the drug making her body crave the very thing she hated most. She bit her lip to stifle another moan as the coach's hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh on flesh a grim reminder of the power dynamic that had been established.

Mrs. Holloway's vaginal muscles clenched around the funnel, drawing the sticky mess into her body. She could feel the warmth of it spreading through her, coating her insides with the essence of her violators. It was a feeling that repulsed her and yet, the aphrodisiac had her body responding as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her asshole clamped down on Coach Carter's cock, the sensation of being filled so completely making her eyes roll back in her head.

The coach's strokes grew more powerful, his grunts turning into a low growl as he pumped into her. "Damn," he said, his voice thick with lust. "This red-haired bitch likes to take it up the ass." The room was a blur of leering faces and grasping hands, the male students and teachers alike caught up in the spectacle of her degradation. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of their collective arousal a symphony of depravity that filled her ears.

Jennifer's body was on fire, the drug turning her into a willing vessel for their lust. She groaned and writhed, her ass clamping down on the coach's cock, her pussy contracting around the funnel. It was a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a twisted dance of pleasure and pain that she knew she had to endure. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm, her body betraying her in the most intimate way possible.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the sensation grew, the room spinning around her. Coach Carter's grunts grew louder, his strokes more erratic. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the pressure building. And then it happened - a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, starting from her asshole and spreading like wildfire to every nerve ending. She cried out, her muscles tightening around his cock, the feeling of his length pumping into her like a living, pulsing beast.

"You dirty whore," Coach Carter growled, his voice thick with his own arousal. "You just came from your ass." His grin was wide, a twisted expression of triumph and pleasure. The room was alive with the sound of his slaps against her flesh, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air. The male students watched with a mix of awe and horror, their own cocks in their hands, mirroring the coach's actions.

"But you still haven't made me cum." His eyes narrowed, the malicious intent clear. "As a punishment, I'm gonna breed your white pussy now." With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out of her, the sound of her ass slapping against the desk echoing in the room. The class watched in silent horror, their eyes glued to the scene before them.

The coach's cock was glistening with her juices, a testament to the sickening act that had just occurred. He grabbed the metal funnel with one hand, the other still firmly around his cock, and yanked it out of her pussy with a wet pop. Mrs. Holloway's body convulsed as she felt the emptiness, the cold air hitting her sensitive clit making her whimper.

"Get ready to take it all in," Carter said roughly, slapping the purple tip of his hard black cock against her pale, pink pussy and clit. The slap sent a jolt of pain through her, mixing with the remnants of the forced pleasure the drug had wrought. She felt the warmth of his precum against her skin, the sticky fluid a grim reminder of what was about to happen.

He simply positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the silent room. Mrs. Holloway's pussy clenched around him, the muscles contracting from the aftershocks of her anal orgasm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through her, mixing together in a heady cocktail that had her gripping the desk for purchase.

Jennifer's eyes remained on Clara, silently begging for understanding. The young brunette looked away, unable to watch the degradation of the woman who had once been her mentor. The coach's thrusts grew harder, his breathing more ragged as he claimed Mrs. Holloway's body. She felt herself opening up to him, her body accepting his invasion despite her mind's screaming protests. The aphrodisiac had turned her into a vessel of pure need, her body begging for more despite the horror of her situation.

The contrast between the pale, freckled skin of the redheaded teacher and the dark, muscular body of the coach was stark, a visual representation of the perverted new world order. His biceps bulged with each pump of his hips, the veins in his neck standing out as he worked himself into a frenzy. Mrs. Holloway's breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples hard and sensitive to the slightest touch. It was a macabre dance of power and submission that played out on the desk before the horrified gaze of the young women in the room.

Mr. Blackwell watched with a sadistic smile, his own hand idly stroking his erection through his pants. "Looks like Mrs. Holloway is a natural," he said to the room, his voice thick with lust. "What do you think, Brad?"

Brad nodded eagerly, his eyes still glued to Mrs. Holloway's stretched asshole and the coach's cock disappearing into her pussy. "Yeah, she's so fucking hot. No matter how harshly we treat her, her slutty body keeps on cumming..." The words came out like a groan, his hand moving faster over his own cock. "I want to feel that tight pussy around me, not just fill up the funnel with my cum like the other guys..."

Mr. Blackwell chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving the scene on the desk. "And you shall," he promised, his voice dripping with perversion. "But remember, you're here to learn. Watch and take good note on how to properly claim your future breeding toys." His words sent a shiver down Clara's spine, the reality of their situation hitting her like a sledgehammer. This was the new curriculum, the new lesson plan for the school year - the degradation and forced impregnation of the female teachers and students.

Just as the coach's grunts grew louder, the door burst open with a bang. In stumbled Wilbert, his glasses askew and his face flushed with excitement. His eyes swept the room, taking in the scene before him. "Oh, shit, did I miss it?" he exclaimed, his voice high with disappointment.

[To-Get-Her]

With this part I fell that you forgot the reason all this abuse is happening to her- The reproduction act. To me that basically means Anal sex is banned since females can't be impregnated in the ass (although if they could would that be a 'shitty" child?) Even oral sex  would be outlawed unless the guy pulls out and jams his cock into her pussy!

Another observance, the idea of only one taking her at a time may work in the German section, but in the English section "Gangrape means Multiple penetration at the same time on a single person!. Even if all the female students were made to have sex it would still be considered One on one since the lack of multiple holes in use! Would be an ORGY not a gangrape!

Still damn hot the way the sex is described!

Merit to come when site allows me !

[JenniferStrawberry]

Thank you for your feedback! I kinda got carried away with this part and had to split it into two. I feel like the janitor and male students are inseminating her throug the funnel, while Coach Carter is pummeling her ass. He starts switching and gets ready to bred Mrs. Holloway towards the end though.

I feel like the Repopulation Act is only the legal basis for men being allowed to do whatever they want. Jennifer's students will have to perform oral & anal sex acts in order to "entice" the perverts and so finally earn their potent seed inside their pussies.

Maybe I'll revise this section at a later point, with Jennifer complaining that his has nothing to do with reproduction / breeding and principal Blackwell pointing this out to her and all the others. 

As for the section - for such a long, ongoing series it's kinda difficult to find the best fitting category. However, since the general idea is that it's ultimately culminating in a lot of horny, perverted men using a lot fewer beautiful young women, I think it still fits in here best.

I'm sorry if the long wait for the eventual gangrape of the female students is taking a while. I might have gone carried away a bit in focusing on Jennifer's humiliation / breaking first.  These sections might be overwritten and might get edited down a little at a later point.

Thank you for enjoying the description and the sex. I can promise you that it won't take long until the evil, perverted principal and all the other students also take on center stage.