Ignore the fandom tags, but I just read this story and I need more like it. Preferably something with a similarly dynamic, a butch, the works.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24103084?view_adult=true
Author: escapingthatthing
Classroom Fuck-Circus Part 2: At the Movies [Free-use][Mind Control][Public Humilation][Anal]
On the last Saturday of Spring Break, I invited myself and Hanna over to Ellie’s house. While it wasn’t unusual for me to be visiting, given our relationship status, it was the first time I brought my friend Hanna with me. To celebrate the occasion, we laid down on the bed and out our legs in the air. Ellie appeased us with slobbering rimjobs.
Two weeks ago, I had used a subliminal messaging device to convert my entire writing class into an orgy. Intending to ride out the delights until I went to college, I had continued tinkering with the effects. The device had converted Ellie from an athletic but timid ginger girl into a perfect sexual attack dog. I hadn’t used the device on Hanna after our first session, seemingly awakening her own free use desires, but after her locker room blowbang she started a trend of tattooing the names of every person she had sex with onto her body.
A list of fifteen names had already been transcribed onto her asscheeks. Ellie parted her butt and dove into her rectum with her tongue, worming her way around the ring. Hanna squirmed, massaging her nipples and looking at me. Her tongue preoccupied, Ellie rapidly stroked my hard cock.
Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Paper Pt. 2 [Humiliation][Public][Blackmail]
Rhea received a text from an unknown number on a Thursday afternoon:
*Hey, can we meet you at the Katz Library in around half an hour? Wear something flowy, the yellow dress from last time was nice. And if you get cold feet, just remember what encompasses your catalog…*
*btw this is Alexandra*
Alex attached a scanned Polaroid depicting Rhea in all fours being double-teamed by Alex and her co-editor Charles. Rhea got the message.
Inside a large brown brick cube, Rhea made her way up the robust stairs to the nearly empty 7th floor, largely filled with History textbooks. She meekly peaked around each row of books searching for her managing editors.
Rhea eventually found the pair down a dimly lit row. Charles leaned against a bookshelf in a sleeveless shirt, while Alex sat imposingly at a short desk. “You’re late.”
“Sorry, ma’am-miss, er…” Rhea awkwardly bowed her head and walked forward. She heard strange sucking noises but didn’t press the issue.
Alex shifted in her chair. “We’ve called you here to sort out a small issue. Remember how we said you were a shoo-in for the position? Well, that was before we interviewed Marcy.”
Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Newspaper [FMF][Humiliation]
Rhea sat nervously patient as the two managing editors of State University’s newspaper reskimmed her resume. The brown freshman adjusted her hijab, calmly confident that her High School extracurriculars would be enough to land her an editor position at the prestigious paper, the first jumping point for her journalistic career.
Rhea’s crossed arms pushed out her medium-sized chest bound by a yellow floral dress. Her shapely bottom squashed against the chair seat, and her constant jittery crossing and uncrossing of her legs caused a distracting squeaking.
“Impressive. I can’t find anything on here that wouldn’t fast-track you into our opening arts desk position.” Alexandra passed Rhea’s resume back. The Korean junior had a pale diamond face, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail behind her glasses. She wore a professional woman’s suit and was thinner than Rhea. “We’ll move onto the next stage of the interview if that’s all right.”
“Of course,” answered Rhea. She sized up Alexandra’s co-editor, the silent but kind-faced Charles. The blind senior took a much more relaxed stance to the office’s attire, repping jeans and a ratty band tee.
“We’re a big, happy family here at the paper,” Alexandra continued. “Are you enjoying your time on campus so far?”
Mentor and Mentee: Native American Exec Blackmailed Part. 1 [Oral][Free Use][Humiliation][MFF]
Rhonda marched down the hall of the thirty-sixth floor in her imposing black heels. She found no one manning the assistant’s desk for her boss Nick Coulson, VP of Research and Development for Spades International. Rhonda ratted her fingernails against the desk impatiently.
“Come in,” Nick shouted from his office. The door was open, but Rhonda couldn’t see him. She sighed and entered. Nick reclined behind his large oak desk, invited her to take a seat in front of him.
Rhonda Locklear, age 35, served as an executive directly under Nick. The Native American woman wore her black hair in a professional ponytail, and besides the heels wore a matching black pantsuit. Nick dragged his tongue across his front teeth, fishing for a way to start this conversation. He shuddered slightly.
“Everything okay sir?” asked Rhonda sternly. Nick waved his hand dismissively.
“Things will be fine. I’m sorry to call you up here a little awkwardly, but I had an item I needed to address with you. Confidential past these walls.”
Rhonda nodded affirming, crossing her muscular legs. “Where’s Ms. June at the moment?” she asked.
Classroom Fuck-Circus [Mind-Control][Anal Toys][Free Use][Orgy][Humiliation]
In my senior year of high school, I stupidly enrolled in a “Writing the Essay” college prep course. The class was comprised of four guys, counting myself, and six girls, all of us seniors. Our teacher, Mrs. Floyd, droned on wearing a stupid grin about what to expect our freshman year and how important these skills would be. I paid a third of attention, my focus divided between ogling at my female classmates and tinkering at a certain device under my desk.
My step-father worked at the NSA, and always kept his work squirreled away upstairs. By happenstance, I went to look for a pen in his office and stumbled across documents pertaining to radical sound research. I took a picture of the papers on my phone and disappeared into my room. The analytics described a device that could subliminally message a massive group of people. Using my relatively strong computer skills, I devised a smaller device that would work on a select group of people, say ten, but with greater effects.
Subliminal Broadcaster 2000 Pt. 3 [Hypnosis, Anal, Orgy, Toys]
(This story is inspired by CryptoKnight’s excerpts on Literotica. You can find the first two stories [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000?page=2) and [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000-ch-02).Thanks for reading!)
Andy woke up naked to the warm sensation of lips closing around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw Michelle Fowler’s bald head bobbing up and down on his crotch. Her chains rattled as she worked to jerk him off, desperately craving her morning cum.
It wasn’t just the two of them in bed. Blindfolded and gagged next to Andy was Theresa Herman, the blonde highschool senior from down the block. She still wore her stained cheerleader’s outfit, the set she had on when Andy picked her up from practice.
“Wow Mr. McGregor, those inspirational disks you gave me were amazing! They really helped me overcome my pregame jitters.” Andy knew his tapes were successful when Theresa bent over to put her backpack in the trunk, revealing her lack of panties.
His invention, the SB “Subliminal Broadcaster” 2000, broadcasted at a frequency just barely beyond human awareness. The messages were too low to be heard consciously, but they would assail themselves strongly on the subconscious level. After listening to the innocent CDs, the subject believed that the messages being broadcast by the SB 2000 were his or her own thoughts.