Brimful Depravation
Chapter 304: Open Door, Closed Path?. (Part 7)

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Open Door, Closed Path?. (Part 7)

* "Milf Material Milk":+73,860 Proficiency *

{Not bad at all...}

Convulsing uncontrollably, Instructor Londra can’t help but cry in ecstasy, overwhelmed, abused and employed as a tool for the sexual gratification of the two towering Cadets that have plenty of libidinous machinations in storage for her.

Aware of his location, Khallyon gestures the Gorgeous Giantess to bring a certain object from the Shard Dresser.

The Tribal Damsel complies and within seconds, she returns from her quick task.

Meanwhile, the Rogue Cadet untied the Mature Tanned Woman’s wrists from her own hair being used as a restraint.

"My Cute Little Lamb, Are you eady for what is coming next?".

Instructor Londra turns her sight upwards, her open mouthed face says it all, as she is stupefied, not believing the words of the oppressive Young Man that has ensnared her in a net of pleasure.

"You don’t think we are done?, Or you do My Cute Little Lamb?, Because I am still not satisfied".

The Mature Tanned Woman doesn’t retort back, instead, she gulps down a mouthful of saliva with shivering trepidation, her muscles tensing as her pussy is clenching actively once more.

"It is good that I am not the only one here who needs more, obviously, I wasn’t talking about Yi’Onnaisse, if not about you, Instructor".

The word sunk into the Mature Tanned Woman’s psyche, causing a brief moment of doubt to be present in her ongoing ideas.

But a spasm of Khallyon’s cock is enough to tear down that veil and clarify the few complaints that the Female Instructor might still have.

Yi’Onnaisse returns with the Shard, putting it in Londra’s Equipment without waiting for permission from the Instructor.

A series of accessories as well as many dark brown leather straps appear in front of the Mature Tanned Woman.

Of course, she can’t grab them, which is why the Tribal Damsel takes on the task of dressing the new Sex Reliefer Plaything of her Enslaver.

One by one the leather harnesses are placed on Londra’s body, causing her to undergo a rather striking change, as her Tanned firm skin becomes a shade of light gray, her brown hair turns a pastel brown blonde, and her brown eyes become purple.

"Do you like the disguise?"; Inquires Khallyon as he stands up and walks towards the mirror while Londra is still being impaled by the Young Man’s hardened shaft of flesh.

"This was unexpected"; Admits shortly and fastly the Female Instructor, shivering in fear and shame at her disheveled state.

Her perfect bun hair undone, her body trembling and sweaty, not to mention her swollen breasts having some drops of milk on the not so little but stiff black knobs that appear to be crying with a plea for someone to bite and suck on them.

Turning to the side, Londra observes her ears are slightly poity and her lips are kissable and black, just like her nipples.

"My Enslaver, I haven’t finished dressing our Fuckhole"; Yi’Onnaisse comments as she approaches with the accessories that have materialized along the brown leather harnesses.

Without prior warning, the first item are two bracelets that have the appearance of shackles.

Fastly, the Tribal Damsel bounds Londra’s arms behind the woman’s back, lifting the Female’s chin and pecking the now black lips.

The ephemeral action leaves the Instructor wanting more, and such willingness is rewarded with a dark brown blindfold covering her purple eyes.

"This is going to be your attire in case that we want to take into a little trip... , But we can’t call you Londra, Right?, My Cute Little Lamb, We need a different Nickname for you, but considering how much you clench your pussy when you are called Lamb, I think it would be for the best if we refer to you as Lambda... , What do you say?, Do you like your new name, Lambda?, My Living Fleshlight".

"I, I love it, My Master".

* Progress [ 7 / 5 ] *

Right after the answer, the Gorgeous Giantess shows a ball gag, stuffing it inside of Londra’s little mouth.

Muffled whimpers leave the woman’s black lips, but a sharp smack on her wonderful rear is more than sufficient to make her once again docile.

"Equip your usual outfit as an Instructor, and tell me if is not enough Proficiency for you to have the needed Perennence to remain as an Access Grade 4 Instructor".

Obviously, Khallyon knows the answer, because even if Londra was Level 0, to raise her up to Level 5, it is needed a total of one million and seven hundred and fifty of Proficiency.

The Greyed Ad ult Female follows the order and dematerialize her outfit of brown leather harnesses, returns to employ her black leather suit, and going back to be the usual Mature Tanned Woman "It was more than enough Proficiency, Cadet COCK-69".

"Good, Don’t let this kind of situation happen ever again Instructor Londra... , Inform me about anything that is bothering you, no matter how insignificant it may seem, Understood?, My Cute Little Lamb".

"Yes, My Master".

The Rogue Cadet gestures with his finger that Londra should approach, kissing her shortly and passing his thumb over the small lips of the Female Instructor.

"I want you to use a bright maroon shade of lipstick, next time we see each other, you are going to gobble my dick down your throat, and mark with this plump lips how far you can reach, Understood My Cute Little Lamb?.

"Yes, My Master".

"Good, now kneel and do what you feel is correct"; Says the Rogue Cadet as he shows a new Shard to Londra, ordering her to use it, she agrees and the result is promptly heard by him.

* Progress [ 3 / 6 ] *

{Nice!, I was right!, Now I need Doyann, Quetzally, Rulleyma or Thá’Ïtza to complete my next Crusade...}

A moment later, the Mature Tanned Woman is still on her knees observing how the Shard she received from Khallyon, augments its Novas of Rarity.

In her awe she stands up, kissing the Rogue Cadet’s testicles and continuing up for as much as the difference in height allowed her...

*"At Your Disposition": +13,500 Proficiency*

* Progress [ 8 / 12 ] *