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Hey. Here is the third part of Authority. This was a new challenge to write. In this chapter, I will say flat out, there is an orgy. An orgy in which females are overcome. I got the go ahead from commenter for water sports, so expect to see that. As you read, know that I am not suggesting that women are not strong or capable to resist being overcome. But if they all resisted it and they were not overcome, this would not be a very interesting story. So, with that in mind, please enjoy.

Trish never rested that night but was anything but restless. She was alone, bound by mental acceptance to a small wood lined box. The linoleum was warm under her, absorbing her warmth throughout the night. Musk wafted through the small space, the floors thoroughly coated with cum in a pool next to her ass. She was solemn and silent, but her body still burned with animal instinct. She didn't flinch when she heard the door to the classroom open, lightly talking furs conversing nonchalantly, unaware of Trish's presence. She heard the Seniors enter, each group speaking with one another.

Anybody could tell the difference in conversations between the different personalities in that room. The sluts perpetually muttered amorous words, smooth and collected as their mutually sizable breasts jutted from their chests, bras too small for them if they were even worn, nipples poking at the inside of their shirts. The popular males were easily heard as well, all in various jeans, half hard cocks in their pants hearing of their friends sexual instances. All of Trish's rapists resided in that group, all of which whispered between each other today for some strange reason. Missing from the class were the frightfully unpopular furs, of whom wore awkward clothes and spoke uncomfortably, as they placed out of this class by taking extra classes throughout high school, opening them to be more specialized. And then there was everybody else, females without perfect bodies, some were and some weren't as slutty as the more popular females, and of the males, nearly all of them were desperate to fulfill their sexual urges.

Their voices mingled together but did not filter through Trish's self-hypnosis. The late bell rang and most were confused as to where their teacher was. Suddenly Steven stepped to the door and locked it. He looked over everybody in the circle that he had placed the day before. He smacked his hand against a desk, and gathered the attention of the students around him. He smiled, "Good Morning, today we are going to have an interesting class. It will probably last all day." Most looked confused to why Johnny was directing the class. He looked down and smirked mischievously. He turned around and walked towards the small closet in the classroom.

He unlocked it and opened it. "Time to wake up Mom." Few people could actually hear him before Trish rose from the closet. Everybody gasped around the room, many staring, some of the sexually neglected males stared intently, licking their lips, some females turned their head and developed a cold sweat. He brought her to the front of the class. And she stood face down. "Yesterday, I and four other furs raped this bitch, and her body loved every second of it. She is going to demonstrate today how she is completely submissive to me, her son." He pronounced to the class and a tear dropped from her cheek.

Everybody was now very aware of the musk circulating from the closet. Every pussy and every cock in the room, to the approval of their owners or not, began to stir at the strong smell of multi-species cum. Johnny next untied the rope holding his mother's wrists together. They released and Trish gave a surprised gasp. As she then realized that she could leave now, and get far away from her son. Her mind was confused, and she was shocked to find that she didn't want to leave. She wanted to be embarrassed and she wanted her son to fuck her in front of everybody there. Johnny smiled and began to derobe. Everybody stared as the stallion undressed revealing his nude figure and firm cock. He faced his shocked mother, neither of them speaking.

Her body burned as she slowly lowered to her knees, staring at the object of her fears and fantasies: her son's throbbing member. Her hands slowly raised and grasped the base of his cock. He chuckled silently as his mother grasped his girth and slowly ran her hands up and down it. The skin waved in front of her hands, veins snaked up the length. With her mouth watering, she slowly lowered her head onto the tip, and suckled it. Half the class stared, some turned their heads, and some licked their lips watching their teacher fuck her son's horse-hood. Every pussy and cock in that room was heating and filling with blood.

Johnny pushed her hands off of the cock and pushed her head off. "Show off that pretty little ass to the class." Still on her knees, her body painfully pulsing in anticipation turned to her desk and leaned forward, revealing her gray ass to the furs around her. "Now, while I slap this ass, I expect all of you to get ready to get fucked." With that, all of the popular guys, including Brad, Brock, Jack, and Rob rose and followed the Stallion's lead stripping down to nothing, there lengths bobbing in front of them.

"Every guy should be happy to get some, so every male here should follow my lead." All the males rose, some more quickly than others. Some undressed nervously, while other hurried to release their aching members. It was a small class of about twenty people, most of the seniors in the grade. Soon every male was standing, their variously sized cocks straight as an arrow. Some of the females were crying now, afraid to suffer the same fate as Trish. Trish, meanwhile was crying and her ass was throbbing as Johnny smacked her it countless times. Her yips eventually settled into moans of lust and pleasure.

Aside from the smacking sounds of Johnny's hand crashing against Trish's gray, toned ass, were the whimpers of the less happy females and panting and chuckling of the more excited males. Aside from the cowering and stunned girls there were the sluts who rose from their chairs and giggled to each other and removed their tight clothes. Their tits bounced from their chests, no longer held back by the restricting garments and their pussies were in full view of the class.

Steven shouted, "If there is anybody without clothes on when I am done smacking this bitch, me and my boys will personally rape each of your holes. Guys. Why don't you help some of the less excited ladies out of their clothes." Many of the fearful females were sobbing and tears were pouring out of their eyes as grinning males approached them. Meanwhile the sluts began touching each other, grabbing breasts, groping pussies, suckling nipples as an incentive to start the ceremonies. The males started with the females that were hit the hardest, who cried and sobbed as their clothes were tugged at. One of the popular males reminded everybody else to use force to strip the females. Slaps rang throughout the room, and clothes were ripping. Others attended to the shocked and frozen females who were too stunned to react to the clothes slipping off of them.

Minutes later, garments were scattered across the floor: Boxers, Jeans, T-shirts, Bras, Thongs, Bikinis, and Socks. Although their were more females than males, the influence of the sluts kept the males dominant, many of whom were fucked by Johnny and his gang on a regular basis. All the females formed a circle with males surrounding the out side. Johnny dragged Trish into the center of the circle. The circle enclosed around Trish and Johnny, furry asses and tails surrounding them. With females out numbering males in the class, a couple of the popular males hooked up with two or three ladies, some confident, some stunned, and some who had utterly broken down.

Johnny called out from the middle, "Guys need to teach their partners who is in charge. Communicate with a whipping hand. And for ladies who cannot calm themselves, understand that it will only get worse if you don't accept what is going to happen in this room." Some quieted while others wailed even louder, and with nods from the ring leaders, the popular guys, males mercilessly smacked their partners, blood rushing under their battered faces.The physical pain did not go beyond slaps, but the mental scars left by this day were going to change the lives of the females there, for better or for worse. Slaps rang out accordingly, however one fur grew impatient and started to push his cock onto his partner's lips. The leaders immediately scolded the rush of those few, guaranteeing that there would be time for that, after each female had been tamed and marked.

The leaders used the instinctual desire of the hyped up males in the room, the desire to claim females as theirs, to manipulate them into raping their piers. Each of the leaders took a very primal attitude to sex: the male determined what would occur and would have it no other way. After everybody had calmed a bit, only the sounds of soft moans and muffled sighs could be heard in the room. Then Johnny spoke, "Claim the bitch as yours. Mark her with your scent. Make them bathe in and savor your piss. Mark what is yours." Nasty chuckles filled the room as each turned to position.

Many females resisted, disgusted by the notion of piss wetting their fur and filling their stomachs. They were quickly enticed to endure the act after several smacks, some males pulling hair to the suggestion of the leaders. Many continued to sob, eyes dripping hot tears of pain and shame. They slowly opened their mouths, the sluts extending their tongues to catch the imminent stream. All of them except for the sluts had shut their eyes tightly, dreading the future. The leaders watched for Johnny's signal. Trish sat on her heels, mouth open, tongue outstretched, eyes shut lightly, crying a little even though her gray tail was wagging slightly.

Trish could smell the musky meat in front of her. She felt its heat, memories of its taste flashing in her mind. In her entire life, much like many other females in the room, Trish had never been pissed on. However, unlike the others, she had convinced herself to enjoy it, no matter how unpleasant it was. Johnny gave a grunt to initiate the storm. Golden liquid shot up his cock before bursting from his head. He had desired to relieve himself all morning but chose to wait, just so it could splash on his mother's face. The stream, weak for being held back by the stallion, splashed on her forehead first. She cringed at the initial feeling of the warm fluid on her face as it dripped through her cum soaked fur and onto her lower body.

Johnny expertly maneuvered the spout and covered her entire face. The corners of her eyes stunk and her nose was overwhelmed by the dark, musky piss. Then it touched her tongue, and the taste invaded her senses. She cringed again and shivered a little but her mouth remained obediently open, taking the river into her muzzle. It soon filled her mouth and flowed out from the corners of it. She found herself savouring the flavor, almost comforted by its presence.

"Swallow" Johnny said booming, retracting his stream momentarily while Trish comprehended her command. Her lips shut and her tongue forced the piss to the back of the mouth. Her eyes closed tighter, doing her best to meet her command. She eventually downed it, the lump in her throat vanishing as it lowered down her neck. Her tail wagged and she opened her eyes and lips, tongue once again leading the way. She peered intently at her master and he smiled. He placed his cock onto her tongue and let loose the river. He held nothing back. Trish struggled to keep from drowning in the golden piss, downing gulp after gulp, eventually finding time to lick the bottom of her son's throbbing black member. Johnny directed his cock with one hand and rubbed his mothers ears with the other, sensing her enjoyment.

The others were not so happy about the shower. Many females coughed and gaged when the piss glanced against their tongues. But no matter the sounds they sputtered, the stream never stopped and the taste never faded. The males waved their cocks in front of them, spraying the one or more furs. Some even left the stream between the two and made them lick at it in mid-air, either by pushing their heads, demanding in a dominant voice, or allowing the more slutty furs to tie tongues with the other female in the middle of the piss. But a couple bawled and wailed when it hit, gasping for air from the musk, inspiring some hard, wet slaps from the male. Some just closed their eyes tightly and turned their heads, allowing their dominator to spray where ever they please, be it their cheek or tits.

Moans, sobs, groans, and splashes rang through the room for minutes. The streams eventually slowed to a trickle, males bobbed their members to extract the last drops. The sluts slurped up the final bits and sampled the rest of the length lightly. Many panted in excitement or for lack of breath. Most continued to cough as the piss soaked into the furs of the females. Johnny spoke, "Just follow my lead." Johnny released Trish's head and his cock continued to rest on her tongue. Then, after gulping the remnants of the stallion's piss, Trish placed her paws on her son's hips and closed her mouth over the cock.

She moaned and the flared head began to pull in and out of her mouth, each release inciting a pop from Trish's lips. The rest soon followed, directing their slaves to work their cocks. After slapping the few who resisted into submission, a symphony of pops, moans, and sobs rang through the room. Several had tears running down their eyes, the piss stinging them on top of the stress on them. Trish grasped the member with both hands, rubbing the parts not engulfed in her maw. Trish was moaning now her pussy burning with lust, wishing to be filled. "You seem to have taken a liking to this now. I knew you would eventually see it my way." Johnny said softly, his hands slowly grasping his mothers tits. The pace began to heighten, the males around Johnny were getting close, their loins were tightening and their hands found their ways behind the head of their pleasurers.

For those with more than one partner, some commanded for the other to suck their fingers, lick their sacks, lick their asses, pleasure the other female, or suck their toes; but everybody was kept busy. Everybody pushed harder and started thrusting into the females throats. Most gagged, precious air being cut off from them. Trish, however remained in control. She stuffed the cock down her throat, the rigged head scraping the pink flesh in her muzzle. She managed to push a foot of throbbing meat into her, savouring the breathless rush of choking on the stallion. Soon orgasms popped around the room. Every male came deep in their partners throats, their musky seed settling into the insides of the females. At least one of the girls fainted from lack of air.

Johnny came as well, pouring loads of spunk deep with in his mother's throat. The ropes flew down Trish's throat, coating her insides. Trish sighed and smiled, her tongue sticking out from under the dick. Johnny slowly pulled from his mothers hugging throat, the fantastic length dragging excess cum up with it. He pulled out and smiled before walking over to his mother's desk, his flaccid cock dangling below him. He rummaged through a drawer before finding what her was looking for. He pulled out a large bottle of pills. He opened the child-proof cover and spread the Viagra pills over the desk. He whistled for his boys, "Distribute these. Its gonna be a long day."

They all smiled and they took some to give to the males, assuring that this orgy was too last untill the end of the day at least. After a good ten minutes, every male had reached full length again. Johnny gave instructions to the males, "Do this one last thing, and you can do what ever you like with them. There must be at least two loads on every female in this room except for the sluts; we all know that they have been splattered plenty." And so it began, every male started pumping their lengths. The room echoed grunts and groans as the males pleasured themselves.

One by one, loads of cum spilled out. In just one hour of this gallons of cum had been unloaded onto the sobbing females. All the furs that had been soft and clean not three hours earlier, was splattered with hot ropes of spunk that matted the fur that it touched and sent every females body into sexual overdrive. At this point, even the most traumatized and mentally unwilling girl would now be so consumed by instinct driven lust, that they were no longer in control of their actions. As they were covered, some turned to rub their pussies to fulfill their hidden desires. A few grasped the cum in their paws marveling at the beautiful feeling it gave. Johnny roamed around the room with a digital camera, and took pictures of every cum splattered female, catching them in the act of pleasuring themselves. Every image was plastered with lusty acts. Johnny planned to put these to good use: he was going to threaten to post these images on the Internet, forcing the subjects of each picture to provide loyal services to the males of the senior class, no matter what the act, and no matter what the time or place. They would be virtually enslaved to the whims of their dominators. He approached the horde of males, eagerly awaiting their next mission.

"Now, you are free to screw to your hearts content. And just so you know, this will be happening very often after today." With that, the lusty animals turned to their victims. Now there was no control; now their was nothing to hold back any of the twisted fantasies of the people in that room. Johnny turned to Trish, who had been denied the bukkake given to the rest. Her eyes sparkled as her son's fist began to tug on his rock-hard monster. She panted furiously, ever urging for her son to plaster her face, "Please Johnny. I want every drop of your sweet cum. Please let me have it." Johnny grinded his teeth, feeling an orgasm mounting. He whinnied as climax overtook him.

He threw spunk all over Trish's gray face. The strands flung on her face, some ten ropes stuck onto her fur. She was covered in the spunk, cum so thick it refused to drip off her face. The ropes sat in the same way they did when they were sprayed, white lines splattered up her face and her tongue struggled to reach to taste it all. Meanwhile, gangs of males surrounded singular females. The timid cum covered sluts just sat shivering as five horny males rubbed their shafts to cum all over her again. The multi-species cum matted her fur and cum dripped off her tits. The group would then flake off to the next girl, while one or two stayed back to fuck the girls pussy or fill her ass with their throbbing cocks.

The pills they had taken were meant to keep them active for eight hours. This meant eight hours of this, some people leaving the room to get something to eat from the cafeteria, only to return refreshed and ready to cum again. The females weren't so lucky. The only sustenance they were allowed was the protein from the cum. Eventually, the orgy became so laid back, guys had their backs to the wall, talking on their phones, all the while impaling some girl on their cock of fucking their throat. Some did homework as they got blown.

The day continued on like that none stop for the entire day and untill about ten p.m. As the males meandered out, redressing, they left the battered females on the floor, soaking in not only cum and piss, but shame and trauma. Johnny had gone home several hour before, taking his mother with him. He laid on the living room couch, his mother's naked body clapping against his. He had done it. He had systematically taken every female in his class, and turned them to sex slaves. And when he was home, his mother was perpetualy screwing him. And Trish loved every inch of her son's cock. She had never felt so satisfied with her life, and Johnny never was so satisfied with his.

Well, there it is. I hope you liked it. Please give me feedback on it. Comment and tell me what you liked and what you didn't. I really do appreciate it. Now that this is done I will probably go back to "Damn it!, so look out for new chapters if you have been following them. Thanks for reading and I hope to see what you have to say.