You could hardly believe it, despite what you had read in your sisters cum stained diary.
All summer you had been reading and rereading her descriptions of other girls being swallowed up by hungry cocks and churned into cum. But despite the stories and despite your sister not returning home when the holidays came you still hadn't really believed it. But there was no doubting your own eyes with which you had witnessed for yourself the consumption of another girl.
You were unaware that you were touching yourself in that most private of places while staring at the drum tight balls within which the captive girl was being digested, but from the secretaries' smile she had noticed.
“I'm Catherine, Catherine Monk miss.” You could hardly control your voice which quavered like a nervous child's on Christmas morning. But for you this was like Christmas as you were certain that the answer to your prayers was at hand.
“Monk? Lets find your file then.” The redheaded woman clicked through the screens until she found your records.”
You felt your cunt tingle as she suddenly froze and stared at you.
“I thought the name was familiar, You had a sister didn't you.”
Unsure you could only nod.
“Yes I remember her, Dorothy. A good girl who was always willing to help.” The secretary glanced at the pile of cum soaked rags by the drain in the floor.
“A very good girl who enjoyed herself here, and I really enjoyed making full use of her in this very room.” Seemingly lost in reminiscence about your sister she casually stroked her member that grew visibly under her touch.
You couldn't control yourself as you imagined your sister being churned to cum, wondering whether that cum soaked pile of discarded clothes included hers?
“But what about you, Catherine? Are you going to follow in your sister's footsteps?” It is almost impossible for you to reply as you think about how she had been reduced to cum. Imagining how this secretary must have ejaculated her in this very room, spraying her remains on the wall.
It was hard not to imagine sharing the same fate and to the secretary's question you could barely shrug. You thought you could well imagine yourself being consumed, being cock-vored they sprayed and you almost came at the thought.
Who are you going to be?
Catherine Monk, a year 12 student on her first day?
Tell the tale of Dorothy Monk and how she became a stain on the wall?
Or do you have someone else in mind?
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