“Oh trust me, if I desire to cause you to forget or not is irrelevant. Next time I might not even be Ruby,” Aegir teased that thought as he enjoyed the feel of her body against him. It didn't matter how she digested that tid bit of information, she could do with it as she would but he gave her a little hint of what he could do.

Frankly it would be better that she remembered but he already made up his mind about his plans which went beyond this shower room encounter. He grinned sensing her aim. Knowing that there was little she could do about this situation but tying none the less.

She was seeking to draw out his pleasure, to keep herself from the men. He debated as to how successful this would be. He was in control here and could due as he pleased playing out the scenario in any number of ways.

But it amused him that she attempted to better herself in this predicament without offering up any defiance. It was a change to say the least. Either a student was wholly dominated or resisted in the beginning. There were a few that impressed him, even coming to accept his presence after seeing how bad things could get with other experiences.

Often he wasn't so bad but a first encounter did leave an impression on one. Sometimes he just had to wait out a situation if he were the first one involved before turning up again, sometimes he arrived late to the party and on one rare occasion he was putting together shattered pieces because it amused him and was different then the norm. After being alive for so long it was tough to experience much newness.

Man after man took their turns with her mouth. Many came holding her head in place as they did so. Others pulled free giving her face a paint job.

Then Aegir leaned over her shoulder whispering in her ear. “You got to go faster than that dearie,” a slap to the ass for added incentive. By speeding up she risked ending what she sought to prolong, Aegir curious as to what she would do but already guessed as he straightened his posture at the same time another cock was presented to her lips ...

Sometimes you really wished there was some way to control the flashing images, disturbing thoughts, even the conflicting voices that pop up in your head. Worse-er, the emotions that skyrocket into the back of your skull with a thunderous effect, like the crackling of anger, jumping for joy, spine-tingling fears, and all that colorful neat stuff. It can give you the best kind of motivation and the absolute ugliest attitude the very instant it gets into that noggin of yours. When it has wrested influence over your own control, like bloody rage, it is like walking through water, you can see the motion about to be carried out, and yet the grasp, on reaching that point you are moving towards, takes a lot longer because of the miasma in your way. Lauren reached to learn and escape or avoid anything further happening like this ever again, but would all of that be altered? Everything that is affecting, teaching, and introducing her to this whole new world of pains and pleasures, would it all be in jeopardy of being abandoned; All because she would simply forget? The face sucking off another guy is comical in its confusion and apprehension from being told that the gang rape will just be acted out as never happened, worse, she will completely know it didn't occur, all of it gone from her head...

One, he took his time, leaving his shaft lay on her tongue, pulling his hips back a bit, and giving her a tiny nudge for her to acknowledge him with nodding. Her tongue cleaned underneath the guy's fleshy tool, sucked hard enough to sink her cheeks in, swallowing everything about it that had been licked cleanly off such as his and other's semen coating their glistening smooth rods when they dirty themselves by entering those cumstained lips. When he feels how thoroughly clean and drained she made him, the limp in his cock slurps back out trembling down her chin, and he gets out of the way.

Two, that man grabs the back of her head, holding it in place so he could shove his crotch smack dab against her nose, grinding up his hips with the thrust of his legs, jabbing that cock hard enough to curve its head to go down the back of her throat. Lauren winces at this intrusion, convulsing that slender neck muscles in the moment, and has the luxury to cough around meaty ram. There is nothing special she does for him if all he wants to do is throat fuck her. When he adds his layer of alabaster to her freckled doll face, he makes a tight fist around the hilt of his weapon, proceeding to smack and write with the tip of it over her smeared lips and cheeks, and waves it at the sword swallower as he makes his retreat.

Three, was really starting to make her hate hiccuping. The pain of her lungs getting jolted up by her stomach's diaphragm caused such duress to induce more flared jumping in her bosom in rapid turns. It was like a domino effect. Knock once, watch it fall, and a series of calamities follow. Hiccuping! Who would have thought that could be intolerable compared to the list of torments unfolding before her right now. To start, that monster cock wedging itself further between her jaws and lodged in her spas throat took only a moment to adjust, so long it remained still. The only thing that changed were those hands, wandering down to cup under her vulnerable neck to hold her head for a steady rhythmic skullfuckery. So far, it was still. The hot sleeve of her throat kept this guy's massive member nice and warm with the slick juices attempting to make it slippery as possible for those rippling muscles channeling down her throat to work the firm dark meat down or gag it up and out. Time ticked away the willpower and endurance, the freckled face had a contrasting red against her strawberry hair, wavering, eyes blinking open and shut, with the slim figure of the girl squirming back and forth to conform around the lack of freedom behind her.

Ruby lowers those red lips down to this captive's ear, the buzzing in her head from this slab of dark meat plugging her airway makes her would-be friend's voice have a static quality to it, but she does hear and listen. If the woman behind her caught onto the fact she was hiccuping, due to how he'd so forced changes to the rhythm and depth of her breathes, this darker man didn't seem to heed it, not when he couldn't have anticipated the added visual delight of her breasts juddering due to the jerks and catches the sound accompanying what effected most beings naturally at times strangled or drowned. The roaring rush of blood surging through his veins with the tempo of his heart quickening, the compliance, this one born to be a slave to cock, those pink lips moulding themselves to the shaft buried deeply between, welcomed by the firmer clenches upon his crown that had she not wanted to ensure her survival of his abuse and didn't just choke a last breathe on a throatful of black cock. She might well have let the light from her eyes blink out, by this point doubting she could even struggle or resist how they snatched every open chance to feed her pretty mouth. A good deal for them, like guy #3, a trickle of saliva from the build up between her clutching lips didn't just paint his hardness, he witnessed drool spilling down her chin, moisture collecting on herself and the source of his seed seeping, bursting, and flowing out with his pumping manmeat spurting what's left all over her gasping face in show of her efforts to please.

Then there came a fourth listed in line hardcore member to fill in those trembling lips...

Aeger knew, could sense it, that those emotions of fear, confusion, pleasure, pain, despair, all of these things were speeding head long into this girl. In that, she still remained with everyone, attending these men so they would be beyond satisfied with just the use of her natural oral talent, keeping herself aware to still make a choice and not falling into the depths of depravity like most enslave themselves into, and in the most fucked up way how she keeps Ruby as the only person to take her to shield herself from these men. For that oddly protective relationship to continue through the night, again she listened, eager to keep that cock-wielding redhead happy. If it was just the two of them, 'If it was just us, what? I'm not into women... I'm not, but Ruby isn't exactly a woman having that thing in me,' she reasons. The drag of her nether lips tightly hugging around that she-shaft could be felt by every measurement before the two redheads come back together. Lauren doesn't just speed up the pace, it is gradually worked up, may even have been observed as the first sign of disobedience at first, but she eventually rises the work load higher, harder, and in time faster on her Ruby.

He felt that concern and that fear at her memories being erased. It was impossible to take away lessons if each encounter was a repeat of the last and you were unable to take anything away from it. On rare occasions he scrubbed and altered memories but often was to lazy to do so. At most he suppressed them for a time usually until the start of the next encounter.

After all I made little sense in repeating lessons and an instant reminder of what happened before was often useful. Sometimes he imparted memories too when he wished someone to have something useful ideal when he had his slaves one upon a time. Training could be essentially cut out.

But he varied things up, not to be inconsistent but to keep from falling into a predicable routine. A hand reached around her body cupping a breast. Ruby tenderly squeezing it as that shaft moved within her at her own doing.

“I could do just that, scrub your memory but am rather loath in doing so. I prefer to be remembered even by you mortals that live such short lives,” he too was mortal except his lifespan was incredibly long. 8000 years and he was still in the prime of adulthood.

But he did not increase his pace any knowing her motives, that gradual increase being enough for him as he was far more patient then most others she would encounter.

Meanwhile the men serviced her mouth. Some let her do all the work, others were happy just to fuck that throat. About the only time she was given a breather was when she wiped cum off of her features.

When a rhythm was built up she could feel Ruby begin to throb. It was spaced further apart in the beginning then steadily built as they progressed to the vary stage that it was inevitable that Ruby would cum and she had managed to only get through half the men, or maybe they kept getting back in line as her features weren't clear of cum for long. There was a mix not desiring to fill her belly completely as they took her.

“Where to give you this load?” Aegir began to sped up now racing to that finish line as hips slapped against her backside for the last few seconds as that throbbing continued. He allowed those words long enough to sink in as her face was painted again. This time no one replaced him as that shaft pulled out of her firing a creamy coating all over her ass.

“Looks like this hole is now free ...”

Five, six, seven, eight... There were more cocks cramming into her mouth than there were men! 'Keep coming... Stay here... I can do better... Don't look away from me... Focus on my mouth... Here, let me wrap this up for you...' the thought of her going through all this trouble to occupy the men's time with her expanding oral techniques seem to have left an impression on those coming in for seconds or thirds. It is a wonder that there has not been some violent exchange on who was next. Then again, after the nutted layers coated on her face, lips, tongue, and draining slowly down the back of her throat; They might need a breather themselves to recover.

That brings in another subject of debate. Would she recover those memories when this is all over or is there no chance to associate herself with the experience? From what Ruby just told her, it didn't seem keen on whether it would be worthwhile for her to remember or if it is in the other redhead's favor to gleam the night's events right out of Lauren's head without receipt. There was quite a number of things this schoolgirl is learning from the gang. How best to please a man with just the tip of her tongue and the graze of those teeth, the scrub of her lips to wash the seed off his nestled head, and how to hold the whole of one massive plug in her throat without having to gag anymore. That, from the potential start of talent to the grinding level up in men's crotches.

As for that she-cock snowing on her round posterior, it caused her a lot to be concerned, especially when the rest of Ruby's company parted from engaging her agape mouth. Glancing over her shoulder, the sight of the other redhead lets the others know about her vacancy, the spasms of that female-head dribbling the last remains of its privilege to be the first to explore the virgin territory, and the girl goes livid. Shutting her trap, clearing and swallowing the men's naughty deeds down, lifting up to sit, her back brazenly backs into the breasts of the psychic conduit-girl, and reaches quickly behind to grab her Ruby back against her. Those moons were already nice and milky white and now glistening with that sebum-like sheen from that girl's spill. Lauren did something that played in her mind for so long. Trapping that shaft, before it drooped from the labor, in the slippery press of her behind, grinding up enough to have her soaking petals warm the base of that stuck cock, and dragging the belly bottom of that shaft over the bud of her virgin rear. Both of her arms exert control, a grasp of those hands rounding on Ruby's own ass, and yanking each other together as she pleads, "Don't... Don't go..."

“Oh?” Held against her body Aegir could have easily broken free if that had been his desire. He had drank in a plethora of things, her struggles in comprehending what she might be left with as far as memories went, to abject fear given the recent vacancy.

Fear had a particular taste that he did not often dine on for long. It tasted better then pain and for the most part he only used it in moderation like a dash of salt sprinkled on a meal if he were to use it at all. He smiled at her in that Ruby visage. Hands grasped her hip and shoulder pulling her back against him as well as upright.

That meat grinding up against her she could feel that throbbing mass against her. “Can't get enough? Or are you hoping to avoid them having fun ...”

A grin then a nod towards one of the men who knelt in front of her turning her head back and using a wash cloth on her face.

The hand on her hip worked around to the slit of her sex as fingers rubbed up and down that slick entrance prior to one digit working it's way back inside her. At the same time that cock rubbed between her buns throbbing too much oozing more cum from the tip.

“It seems that this cock is at it's limits. Fortunately for you there are two others eager for a little more fun in my true state.” The hand that was on her shoulder reached around to take a breast tenderly squeezing it and rolling that orb in his hand flicking that nipple occasionally wit his thumb.

“But either I watch and recover this one or you get the full Monty as they say, you get a further glimpse of this place that will be your home for the next four years. The choice is yours.” A tongue flicked over her outer earlobe at the conclusion of those words.