At one point, Carolyn screamed, “Ants!” The answer to the puzzle: Tom again, that bastard, and the tutors with their humor. She even managed to laugh-but the motion made the itching even worse.
* * * *
Sherry appeared for dinner one night; she took a seat near Carolyn and Jack, nodding a silent greeting at the two. Her glow had, if anything, increased, as had her cup size, impressive, as she'd been at least a D before. Now her breasts were massive pillows with thumb-like nipples sticking up, bursting out of her top, too ripe to contain. And halfway through dinner, they began to spurt, first one, then the other, tiny jets like miniature cocks.
Sherry began to cry, as Carolyn sat, staring. A tutor spoke up from her table. “Tom. Suckle Sherry until she's dry."
An aside to someone, “If that's possible.” Tom grinned his jackal grin, bent Sherry back, put his mouth to her nipple and bit down. She screamed, he laughed, and then he began to suck. And the look on his face changed.
Carolyn's clit throbbed. He looks like he's trying to be disgusted but can't pull it off. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself a great deal. But perhaps wishing that he wasn't. He spat out her nipple, looked cross-eyed at it, and shook his head. Took the other one in his mouth, gently this time. Laved it with his tongue, then sucked it, drinking her milk down.
Sherry clasped his head to her and shook as she came. Not once, or severally, but seeming constantly, he suckled and she spasmed, on and on.
Carolyn darted a glance at Jack, who seemed spellbound. As did everyone else in the hall. A mother suckling a babe is somehow sweet, a woman suckling a grown man is bizarre. A woman getting off on it … was appropriate for the Academy. As was his reluctant pleasure in feeding from her.
His eyes shone, suspiciously like tears. “She's empty."
"Are you sure? Check the first breast again."
Tom leapt to obey, ignoring the sound of chuckling, cheeks hollow with his efforts as he sucked her dry again. When he thought he was through, he switched, tugging ever harder, then finally took both nipples in his mouth at once.
"She's dry,” he said with confidence.
"Then go finish your dinner."
Sherry collapsed back into her seat. “I'm a cow,” she whispered to Carolyn. “Ain't it great?"
Carolyn could only nod and squirm in her seat, imagining herself in Sherry's position, breasts grown and filled and emptied at another's whim. She wasn't sure there were words for what she felt. But she knew one thing: if her tutor chose that path for her, she'd take it.
She looked up and met his eyes, and, unblinking, came. He watched as she spasmed, holding her with his gaze. When she had finished, he raised one eyebrow; she bit her lip. He reached into a pocket and pulled out something brown. It looked very like a stick. With one hand, he motioned to her; the other brandished a lighter. Blushing, she rose and went to him.
Quivering, already desperate to come again.
CHAPTER NINE
Carolyn sat by Jack, eating her dinner, and grinding discreetly in her seat, enjoying the way she felt. She was double-stuffed that day, vaginal and anal, and though she'd been numbed inside and out to prevent climax, the cream was wearing off.
Jack, beside her, offered a knowing smile. Carolyn shrugged, unconcerned, and watched as the older woman's smile faded into a pensive frown. “What gives?"
"It's that girl in the corner, Jennifer. She reminds me of someone…” Jack trailed off.
Carolyn took one look and had to laugh. “Yeah, Norma Jean. My God, the tutors must be in Heaven! How much would you bet she looks just like her when she comes?"
"Norma Jean? And, by the way, that's phrased wrong. It should be ‘what’ would you bet; we don't wager money here.” The lascivious grin left no doubt about what was wagered.
Carolyn felt a small thrill shiver through her just at the thought. There was a certain dream she'd had, once, where she was a flower … “Norma Jean. Better known to her admiring millions as Marilyn Monroe. The face isn't perfect, but the body is, and the lips. I can just imagine what my tutor would do with her.” She shivered again, jealousy and something darker turning, a strange desire to be the one to command this weeping girl.
For Jennifer was weeping, soundless but shaking, tears pouring from her eyes like streams in springtime, too full to be contained. Her shirt was wet, translucent, clinging softly, and Jack was not the only one in the room intent on the display.
"We could find out, you and I,” Jack said, barely more than a whisper. “If she does look like Marilyn then, I mean. When she comes."
"How?"
"How do you think, silly freshman?"
"But, that's not allowed!"
"So, ask yourself if the game is worth the candle.” A secretive small smile played over Jack's lips then, but Carolyn was too busy thinking to wonder what prompted it.
"If we did…” Her eyes glazed as she imagined the scene. Blinking at last, she saw Jack rising from the table.
"Well, come on, then."
Carolyn stood, and they walked to the corner, other students watching suspiciously. It was obvious that they were up to something. When they sat down by Jennifer, brows raised and whispers began.
Jack ignored them all. “Hi, Jennifer. I'm Jack; I'm a senior. This is Carolyn; she joined the same week you came here.” Carolyn added her greetings. Jennifer just nodded, not even sniffling though tears still flowed down her face. To Carolyn's darker desires a match was set: Her nose doesn't even redden when she cries.
There was no thought of obedience in her mind.
"Listen, some people just take longer to settle in than others. Don't give it a thought. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it here in just a few days.” Jennifer just blinked eyes starred ‘round by wet lashes. “It'll get easier soon; just give it a chance."
Carolyn felt no least impulse to be conciliatory. She wanted Jennifer to run screaming from the room. Partly so they could follow, partly just for the sight. “How do you get on with your tutor?"
It half-worked: Jennifer screamed. “Don't talk to me about that … pervert! The questions, the commands, the … beatings. My God, you're all insane!” Now she started sniveling, and Carolyn exulted. Trading a glance with Jack, she saw triumph there as well.
"Sh,” Jack offered, smiling gently at Jennifer all the while. “The bell's about to ring; let's get out of here. I know a place we can talk. A quiet room.” Jennifer nodded, and the three rushed out of the hall before any protest could be made.
Though the whispers continued.
By the time they reached their destination, Carolyn could barely contain herself. Simply watching Jennifer walk filled her with ideas-things she never would have thought before the Academy.
"Dear God, is this how the tutors feel about us?” Carolyn whimpered as Jack physically held her back. Jennifer was curled up on a couch in the corner of the room, seemingly unaware of the spotlight gilding her. Jack laughed softly, hugging Carolyn from behind, half caress and half containment until Carolyn regained her control.
It wasn't easy. Images of this modern Marilyn half-naked and subdued, not submissive but defeated, glowed before Carolyn's eyes. It had nothing in common with the feelings she'd had in the outside world, and little for what she felt with her tutor, or the various instructors. Even when she was in pain, she never felt any desire for revenge-but this woman she wanted to hurt. And force to enjoy that pain. “What's happening to me?"
"You're learning, silly freshman,” Jack purred into her ear, and followed her words with a half-gentle bite. Carolyn's eyes widened, but Jack gave her no time to truly wonder. “Good cop and bad, and you, my bad girl, had better be bad indeed. It's show time!” And she stepped forward, throwing her shoulders back, leading with her breasts.