The Lemurian Institute Pt. 03

The last came with a pleasant 'petting sensation'. She looked from where she huddled and saw Emily curled on the floor in Saanvi's arms, moaning in distress and, it seemed sexual frisson. Her hips thrust rhythmically. She wailed softly, hands covering her face.

In the tank, the thing convulsed. The door had been thrust open, and Ami looked up to see Evan and Tessa and another girl standing in the hall, caught and frozen in the thing's terrible and comforting gaze.

The Temple of Mu, Girl's Lodge - Evan

He was vaguely aware of both Tessa and Gwen peeing themselves helplessly when the thing in the tank--no remnant now--a fully formed, fully alive specimen with a bizarre geometric translucent shell and two luminous yellow eyes nestled among the tentacles and crustacean legs sprouting from its front.

Frozen in its stare, he could see the drone things--squids or cuttlefish, now clearly visible attached to all the naked girls and bulging around Tessa and Gwen's regions. Their tentacles passed through matter however they wanted, so the tentacles entered vaginas and anuses, unimpeded--but violating whenever they wished.

Neither of the two older women had one--and he didn't either. But these observations were swept away as the thing, unblinking, fixed on him. He felt a shameful erection in his pants and the sense of mild amusement from the thing. It walked him forward: he couldn't resist it.

// Good boy--finally someone who can control their sex--even if it isn't perfect!//

He heard the thing's warm approval in his mind and he was aware of it working hard not to overwhelm him. If it looked directly at him, he would cum in his pants and seemingly fall into the turbulent space around it.

Horribly, it reached out with a tentacle, easily moving through the plexiglass wall--how had they ever thought that such a barrier could contain it, and it stroked up his flank. It could have tickled or maybe shocked him--something unbearable--but it didn't. It just stroked him. Seemingly pleased with what it saw.

// You are a good overseer for these Thussg'ah Ninxes. // it thought, whispering in his mind. // You understand what they need! //

He didn't dare move. The alien thing wasn't sexy in any way he could comprehend--but as it stroked his side, he desperately wanted it to touch his cock--it would be agony if he couldn't cum--but even the promise of THAT terrible attention was more than he could resist.

// This boy broke into our sanctum to try to challenge you, // the elder woman's voice was miniscule compared to the thing in the tank's. // He is awake and he will interfere with you if he can. // she warned it.

He felt a spasm of fear as its attention to him increased marginally. He had the feeling he was standing on a 2' x 2' stone tower miles above the ground and any motion could send him tumbling off it. The thing's eyes were giant vortexes of wind that was, for now, only blowing gently and warmly on him--but could become a gale at any moment.

He felt it page through his mind: putting the diaper on Ami to keep her from masturbating. Sleeping, uncomfortable on the couch--laying awake for a time, his own cock bothering him.

It examined him with Tessa over his lap, her legs far apart so he could land soft slaps on her wet vagina. The spanking down there, a lesson for her not to touch it without permission--her soft squeals as he chastised her.

It approved.

// He will be fine, // the thing in the tank decided. It shat or birthed one of the squid things and delivered it carefully to his area. He felt it wrap him and then a terrible violation at the back of his skull. He felt the tentacle penetrate and swell in his anus, and he gasped and dropped, spreading his knees. Deep in him, it carefully massaged him and he moaned in unexpected and unsolicited pleasure.

"No," he groaned--but it didn't stop--his penis quivered and he exploded in his pants, moaning in shame and release. Satisfied, it let him continue to experience the sensation of its thick tentacle in his anus--and the wet fluid soaking the front of his pants. His hands gripped the padding.

The tentacle in his brain was the worst though. He could feel the stern woman there, watching him--seeing into him.

Finally, she seemed to unwind and relax.

//yes,mistress// she agreed. // he is exceptionally good with them, I must admit. Stand up Boy. //

He clambered to his feet,

She put her hands on her hips examining him. He tucked his hands behind his back so as not to cover the darkening humiliating stain.

// You're one of us now, // her mind's voice told him. // You will, to a degree, do as you're told. But I am going to create a relay from those two's minds to yours. //

He felt windows into Ami and Tessa's minds flare open. Both of them in turmoil and confusion--but both of them needing his calm support. Thussg'ah Ninxes, he thought--the alien words coming in clearly now. Both dearly in need of management.

//I--oh--I will help look after them, // he said, using the mind link awkwardly.

// you will, // agreed Mrs. Blaskin. // And we have much to explain to you about how we prepared for this arrival... for decades. //

He looked up at the now thankfully covered box and nodded. Yes: the groundwork had been laid long ago for this--before the first whispers of the Lemurian rising.

The woman looked down at Gwen, her symbiote--for that's how he thought of it now--wrapping her. Its tentacles moved through her buttocks to caress her insides. She squirmed in what might be terrible discomfort or perhaps pleasure.

// She will need you as well. She is one of ours--and now one of yours. This one is above those two--but even so, she is not humble enough, // Mrs. Blaskin though.

// We'll work on that, // Evan said. He was using the mind-link more naturally now.

"Our work will start," Mrs. Blaskins into the room otherwise filled with whimpering moans and sighs.

CAMPUS TRUMPET: STUDENT DISCIPLINARY COUNCIL INSTALLS PUBLIC PILLORIES

October 22, 2024

Allison Paige

The Student Disciplinary Council, citing an uptick in student behavior guideline violations has been approved to install a set of disciplinary pillories in the main quad. The pillories are equipped with restraints for the ankles as well as the wrists and head. The pillories are designed to hold the subject lying on their stomach, straddling the main bench. The rear of the pillories is equipped with an automated "slapper" that can deliver additional chastisement for the subject displayed.

Professor Haslow stated that the devices come with a key-code so that the amount of chastisement can be set by the disciplinarian--but also comes with a coin-operated slot so that interested students can deposit quarters for additional punishment if wanted.

"The public spectacle and having one's classmates potential deposit payment for additional spanks will make this a memorable experience for the students who find their way into them."

New council member Evan Wascomb has been given the task of determining the dress code for use in the pillories. Thus far suggestions have recommended that if the subject is fully clothed, an irritant powder can be applied to the panties of the subject to enhance the discomfort. The SDC claimed that guidance would be forthcoming and that a trio of female subjects had been selected for the "opening ceremony."

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