#(school illari)

[chiefbasementcreator]

(School Illari) they would act just as she did last night. A surge shot through her body, heating up at the many different mental images her mind conjured up, seeing herself kneeling alongside the other chosen women. As he made his way down the row, testing them with his divine cock, discarding the unworthy and-

Illari cut her own though short, as she bowed her head again out of habit, only with a noticeable wiggle in her hip, as if trying to entice someone with her body. But if she wasn't worthy of the Sun Gods blessing, perhaps she would bow like this and pray she was lucky enough to be stepped on.

She let out a noticeable whine, while she felt her pussy dripping with her own juices, imagining the humiliation and shame she'd feel in such a situation. But that would be nothing compared to what she'd experience, if she was rewarded for her deeds and blessed the only way a woman could be by a man.

If she was lucky, if she truly showed her devotion to her god, then he would reward her. She would feel his divine cock on her, his presence alone striking her mind with awe as she would try to suck his cock. Her mind conjured memories of the previous night, of how eagerly she'd sucked on the pale toy, now imagining that it was her god's cock she was worshiping, that it was the Sun God who used her, who fucked her like a sex toy, like a worshiper, like an obedient slave of the god that had taken and blessed so many women.

That sun god.

That pale god.

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(School Illari) It took Illari several moments, to realise that the noise rousing her awake, was in fact her own alarm and it was a special one. She nearly sprang into action, getting up from the floor of her shower, only to slip as the shower had been on the whole night, but she managed to catch herself from falling. By grabbing a hold of the dildo still stuck on the wall.

Her mind flashed back to the depraved thoughts she'd engaged with, alongside the act of swallowing the pale flesh pillar, imagining it belonged to Mr. Morrison. But she couldn't dwell on that now, instead removing it and exiting the shower, drying herself off and heading to her makeshift altar, where she set the gold tablet.

She had to catch the morning rays, in accordance with her religion, so she bowed and let her golden Tattoos heat up via the skylight, before raising her arms in the air. It was then she realised that in her haste, she had placed the Dildo alongside the tablet, which caused her mind to create a blasphemous scenario with the Sun God.

It was said that the Sun God would sometimes appear on Earth to bless some particularly important women, marking them as chosen by him to accomplish some grand task, or as a reward for some incredible deed in their life. And as her mind started to drift, Illari began to imagine what those blessings would look like.

He would descend from the sky, shining a light so bright that no one could look at him for more than a few seconds withotu averting their eyes from his face... but maybe it wasn't his face they looked at? Maybe this Sun God, this pale divine man, would chose to bless these women by letting them touch him, or by touching their bodies, or doing more than touch. Kneeling before him, those women would be at the perfect height to bask in his glory, and would be face-to-face with his waist.

With his cock.

Maybe they would show their devotion by taking his cock in their hands, by lovingly stroking it. Or, no, not lovingly. With devotion and worship! And simply touching it with their hands was not enough, they would bring their lips on it, suck his divine dick, they would...

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(School Illari) "Very well, I look forward to what we get out of her tomorrow". Angela said, taking the tablet as she made the video of Illari fill the entire screen and hit replay, to loop it for him. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I literally can't feel my legs anymore, much less move to please you as you deserve". She said matter-of-factly, as she leaned back against his chest, to whisper into his ear. "Instead use me as nothing more than a cock sock, while you think about all the things you want to do, to that uptight Brown slut and her even tighter holes~!!!"

"Got it.3 Jack nodded, smirking in her ear, one of his hands moving to Angela's chest to grope and toy with her, while his other arm moved to her waist, circling her as he got up and bent her over her own desk, and started actually fucking her for real. Slamming inside her cunt with room-shakign thrusts as he used her body, grunting in pleasure as his eyes focused on the screen, on how Illari looked struggling to fit even a simpel dildo down her throat.

And as he used and fucked the headmistress, he thought about it, thought about the day he'd finally get to fully break and fuck Illari, the day he would use her tight brown holes for his white cock, the moment he would make her his slut just like everyoen else, how she would beg and cry to service him, to pleasure her white god. How he would use her mouth, her throat, her ass, her cunt, her breasts... how he would manhandle her, treat her like a fleshlight, liek eh was doign to Angela right now...

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(School Illari) "She is and she will get more enthusiastic, every day she spends here, I promise you that~!". She said, as she leaned forward to grab a tablet, groaning as she felt her insides shift and coil around the pillar of flesh inside her. Even though the tablet had streaks of old cum on it, Angela managed to write the message to the other girls, pausing only to gyrate her hips every now and then hips.

"And sent! Last thing I need you to sign off on, is her schedule and what classes we want her to attend, just need to remind them to be subtle. Oh, let me get this first". She said, licking the screen clean of cum before handing it to Jack, trying to get her body to move again, while he read her Monday Schedule.

Monday - Math first period, break, History second period, lunch, Swim lesson 3rd period

Jack eyed Illari's schedule for a moment, before he nodded in approval. That seemed like a good first day, especially with him first, to tell the other girls again to be careful. Letting Angela fuck herself on his cock, his godly fuckpillar lazily throbbing inside her, Jack approved of Illari's schedule and made a note to the day's other teachers; Ana and Wilhelmina, to take it slow and careful with the new girl.

"Sendt." he told Angela, giving the headmistress her tablet back.

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(School Illari) It took her a few moments, before Angela came down and had the mental capacity to speak, still grinding her rear against Jack. "Ye-yes, we'll push her into groups with s-similar interests as hers~". She said, looking at the replay of Illari from last night, zooming in on her trying to push herself to take more down her inexperienced throat.

"I'll get your other Bleached sluts ready, make sure they know not to push too hard, but she clearly wants to be a 'bad girl', at least a little". Angela smirked, imagining it was her hand grabbing the slut by her hair, forcing her to take all of it without a care for her well-being. "We'll have to replace the dildo with a bigger one, train her bit by bit, till she's ready."

"We have a plan for tomorrow, then." Jack concluded, nodding. He was staring at the screen, seeing Illari face-fucking herself like that on a dildo. "We'll replace it while the girls take her for their day off." he added.

His hands lazily roamed over Angela's bombshell bimbo body, keeping his touches mpre gentle until they finished talking. "She's already very ethusiastic."

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(School Illari) Angela was furiously riding Jack, doing her best to move as much as possible, even though her legs were shaking and spasming with pleasure. "S-she might, but we still ne-need to think thoru-UGHHH-gly before we push too hard!" She said while she also came once again, pausing only for a minute before lifting her rear again and continued riding him.

Olivia's idea wasn't bad, but it would perhaps work best later on, when a dildo in the bathroom wasn't enough to quell her need for sexual relief. "I think she needs to socialise more, l-let her see how the others have fun around h-EREAAAH!" Angela had reached for a note wanting to hand it to Jack, but she slipped and lost her footing, causing her to take Jack balls deep, clutching the note in her hand as she came harder than before.

Jack grunted in pleasure, grabbing the note from Angela's hands while the headmistress came her brains out, reading it with a quick glance. A list of Illari's hobbies and how best to push the changes further along. Running was there, obviously, but there was also dancing.

"Making her socialize more is a good idea." he nodded. "The girls can invite her for karaoke tomorrow, they have a spare dancing outfit for her, right?"

He stayed still for a moment, letting Angela recover from her mind-melting orgasm so they could continue their conversation.

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(School Illari) She was already seeing spots, her hands began to lose their grip and she still had a third left of the fake Phallus to go. Several parts of her brain were screaming at her, trying to function without air, but one spoke louder than all of them combined. "You think you can just choke to death on your master's cock?" It said, mocking her for failing.

"Of course not, that doesn't mean he won't try with this one!". The hand gripping her hair let go, falling to her crotch and thrust two fingers into her untouched hole. Her hips rolled, causing her to slip and fall, the dildo leaving her mouth with a pop, as her lungs desperately drew in air and Illari returned to consciousness... Then her eyes snapped back and she let out a silent scream.

Her mind filled with images of her being fucked, being used like a toy for white cock and dumping ground for their seed, instantly impregnating her with ease. Her hips thrust into the air, her hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to, as pleasure wrecked her body. It took several minutes for it to pass, leaving her convulsing on the floor, as her consciousness faded and she passed out.

It wouldn't be until later in the day that Jack, Angela, and some others would see on the camera what had happened and how deep into the fantasy Illari had gotten.

In fact, they saw it while in Angela's office again, with the headmistress riding him while they watched the footage.

"Just a few hours and she's already masturbating like that." Jack chuckled. "Maybe she'll break even faster than we thought."

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(School Illari) Illari moved her head frantically, trying to force more and more of the fake Phallus down her own throat, without a care for her own need to breath. She took the towel away from her face, her nose and head already familiar with the scent, trying to clear space for her mouth and pressed it against her dripping pussy.

Instantly, her back arched backwards, as neurons all over her body reacted with overwhelming pleasure, her lower body gyrating and clenching the towel. Bending her back had also allowed her to breathe in full breaths, giving her lungs some relief, as her head tried to make sense of everything.

'Bad slave, who gave you permission to breathe!' Illari thought she heard, before her own hand grabbed the back of her head, before pushing her face down on the dildo again. 'A slave serves only to satisfy their master, no matter what he demands!' She heard again, realising now that it was her own internal voice speaking, calling her a slave and correcting her.

She tried to force herself deeper, to take more of the plastic toy inside, feeling her throat painfully stretching, her lungs crying out for air, but she did not even truly think anymore, simply operating on instinct, listening to her master's voice, to what he wanted. A man liek him, a pinnacle of virility, took what he wanted, however he wanted it, and did not tolerate anything else than her best, her service, her worship of his huge white cock...

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The water cascaded down Jack's skin as he used Lena like a cocksock, lifting her by his dick alone, hefting her on his shaft as he fucked her, bulged her stomach while his fingers slipped in and out of Olivia's hole, his digit alone being better than any toy she'd had before as her white god fingered her, making her orgasm and her mind shut down from the pleasure of it all.