I can't keep fucking this guy, he's going to hurt my baby. Keri looked down to the pavement as it strolled on by. So far, no one outside of Brutus knew of her condition, and she was adamant on keeping it that way. The last thing she wanted, was Fynn thinking she was carrying his child. It might even be his, but she certainly wasn't going to raise it as such. This child was never going to call him 'father'. Keri had already decided.
The float she was chained to marched on down the road, guided by the strength of fifty fraternity brothers, and half the pawns belonging to the Rachelle sorority institute. The women wore nothing but nipple clamps with strings binding them to their swollen clits, while the men were bare chested, and slathered with oil. On top the float, Fynn burns sat with his legs spread, and his elongated mass of prominence raised high. Keri was leashed to his right, Sena his left. They were each instructed to lick his shaft whenever asked and display their open affection.
Keri just wanted to puke, for multiple reasons.
Milk Grade A+
Production Rate A+
Thickness and Nutritional Quality A++
The words were drawn over her right breast, not tattooed, but she feared someone would have the idea to write something more permanent before long.
Milk Grade B
Production Rate C
Thickness and Nutritional Quality C+
The rating was drawn over Sena's own chest. Her nipples had grown fatty, her breasts swollen, but they had yet to spill with the same level of milk that Keri's had.
While she sat alongside their monster forced-boyfriend, both of their nipples were being milked. Plastic tubes carried life-bearing sustenance into giant vats beneath the float, to which, it was added alongside dozens of others, all bearing the milk of other women who had found themselves in similar predicaments as Keri. Apparently, the Rachelle Institute had been busy filling those tanks during the week of homecoming. People in the parade could pay for a serving of milk and add alcohol or all matter of other ingredients to it for an extra fee. For someone's exclusive product, they had to pay even more.
So far, Keri's was the most popular. Her fresh donations were sought after by certain fetishists in the crowds. She couldn't help but wonder if her recent pregnancy might've also added something to the quality. So far, her milk was among the most highly prized and valued. Her breasts had grown even fatter since her most recent discovery. Her body, even this early on, was already adjusting itself.
"Hey K, just hang in there, we only have to— Aargh!" Sena convulsed as the dildo lodged in her gushing folds began vibrating. She was seething with pure bliss, pleasurable agony, and mind breaking ecstasy. When she came too, her legs were still shivering, and the ground beneath her was soiled from all the squirting.
Keri found it incredibly hot, seeing her girlfriend wracked by such turmoil. She wanted so desperately for the phallus shoved inside her own groin to stir her resolve similarly. There were few things greater than being pulverized into an oblivion, no matter how humiliating and degrading.
The foot long toy wasn't the only thing breaking their will. A 'C' shaped pleasure instrument was embedded inside her tender folds as well, the larger bulbed end jostling her insides, squeezing alongside the plastic phallus, while a smaller softer orb latched firmly onto her swollen pierced pearl. The vibrations were torturous and yet she loved every second of them.
The many floats of the homecoming parade were equally as denigrating. Despite the House of Contacts best attempts, nothing compared to the house of Shade, who had women suspended in vats of fluid, and had several slated for insemination sessions where men could pay to fuck them senseless.
Sororities left to do homecoming by themselves had to resort to equally dubious methods to earn some acclaim. The bukkake float from the Brittany Institute turned their fountains of golden angels into a disgusting mess. Ooze and gluey glazes smothered the entire surface, with several of their promising women, most appearing to be seniors or juniors, featuring themselves as the primary entertainment.
Keri was starstruck, struggling to keep up with it all, when she felt the chain around her neck being jerked.
She could tell he wanted her to suck his shaft again, perhaps even more. Its overwhelming smell was turning her mind into mush, breaking her will to fight back.
Just as she bent over and reached out, the crowds went silent, and the float stopped dead in its tracks. The sudden jolt caused Keri to fall forward, landing on her side. She looked around, struggling to pick herself up, when she noticed someone standing at the head of the packed floats.
It wasn't just a someone, but two people, each bearing the regalia of the famed wall guardians, and carrying the unmistakable weapons of Skitter hunters.
"Wait… Is that you Jasmine?" Keri found herself saying. The words just slipped out. Even from this far away, it was impossible not to notice her fellow pawn sister, Jasmine, wearing the skin tight leather, the armored bodice, and the famed exoskeleton of the Skitter hunting brigade. The man alongside her was nearly twice her size, with a long mustache and mutton chops. The cigar in his mouth was half burned, and his eyes were strikingly dark.
Fynn just stared at the pair.
Even from a distance it was easy to hear their words.
"What madness has taken this campus?" The man said, broodingly.
"I told you it got really bad…" Jasmine spoke back.
The Skitter hunter looked squarely at Fynn, and the pair of women alongside him. "Found the epicenter. Let us proceed."