Lavich smiles at how receptively Christa is responding.

"That's good. I suspect I have so very much to teach you."

The hands on Christa's shoulders suddenly slip down to grip her under her arms, while Lavich's second set of hand firmly grasp Christa's hips. Lavich lifts the smaller girl off the floor with effortless strength and presses her up against the wall so they're eye to eye.

"I have a bit of wisdom to impart right this moment, in fact, and it will cost you only silence."

The four flanking Sisters move at some unseen signal, reaching up to grasp at Lavich's slinky floor-length dress and pull it down. It falls, rippling through the air until it is pooled around Lavich's feet, leaving the woman's massive breasts bare and her body nude. Lavich slowly moves in until her breasts are touching the wall, and Christa's torso is nestled between, surrounded and embraced by soft flesh. Something brushes against Christa's knees, and by something we mean the pair of huge but invisible cocks standing up from Lavich's groin.

"Be my good little whore," Lavich whispers kindly, hotly, teasingly, lips just barely touching Christa's face, "and I won't take a single gem from you for your stealth training either..."

Christa squeaks again when Lavich lifts her, and waits, frozen, for her to speak. She’s feeling fear, but also something else. Something nice.

The sight of Lavich's dress coming off leaves Christa stunned. Those tits. So perfect. So big. She can’t look away. And then, so gradually, she’s trapped, pressed up against the wall and between them.

When Lavich’s lips sounds out the word “whore” against her face, Christa lets her cock out of it's sheathe, forming a noticeable bulge in her shorts. She can’t help herself. She hopes that thing brushing between her legs is what she thinks it is.

“Um. Okay.”

"What a good girl... I had a feeling about you the moment you walked in, little Christa. I knew you were just waiting to be mine."

The invisibility illusion dispels, revealing the pair of massive cocks jutting up and pointed between Christa's legs, though Christa herself can't see over Lavich's boobs and can only see the cocks reflected in the mirrors off to the side.

     "Do it, my lady," one of the flanking girls urges. "Show this wanton soul your glory."

     "Take her, show her, make her understand," another breathes.

     "Look at that," a third whispers covetously, peering into the space just below Lavich's boobs. "She's a genderfreak. She'll only be safe with us."

Lavich casts a new illusion, this one of an empty studio, to hide everything happening from anyone who happens to pass by.

Then, she pulls away from the wall and turns around, holding Christa out in the air. "Strip her."

Lavich's followers eagerly seize on Christa's clothes, pawing at and groping her body all over as they yank her shorts and underwear off and then peel Christa's shirt and vest away, Lavich shifting her grip to hold Christa around the waist and by each thigh.

"You may disrobe as well," Lavich adds, and the girls who aren't busy stripping Christa eagerly take off their own uniforms.

All four---no five, the lookout is getting naked too---all five girls reveal a hard throbbing cock, jutting up from their crotches. Three of them also have pussies, while the other two don't.

When Lavich’s cocks are revealed Christa turns her head to the side to look into the mirror and stares. She wants them. And then hands, hands all over her, pawing at her, groping her oh so sweetly. She loves it. She jerks slightly in Lavich’s arms and rubs her cock up against her each time a hand brushes her in a particularly sensitive area.

Suddenly everyone else is naked too. Christa pants. So much naked flesh. So many cocks. She has the sudden desire to watch them all cum. To feel them cum. She wants to fuck all of those pussies, one after the other.

But more than anything else, she wants the two cocks between her thighs. Oh, if she wiggles just right, can she get Lavich to put them in? She wants them.

Once they’re naked, Aire’s pheromones seep out into the room, arousing and eroding inhibitions. Not that both of those weren't already pretty well taken care of.

Those pheromones are definitely trying to flip a switch that is already thoroughly jammed in the 'on' position, yeah.

"I find your lack of reluctance impressive, little Christa."

Lavich casts a Sex Magic spell, her mana slithering into Christa's guts and oozing around her pussy and ass. Then, for a moment, Christa is weightless, as Lavich tosses her up in the air to spin her around.

Lavich doesn't catch Christa on the way down. As soon as Christa is facing away from her, she grabs Christa's hips again and slams her down harder than gravity onto both cocks at once, her massive meat pillars spearing into Christa's body, stretching both her pussy and ass to and beyond capacity, filling Christa's entire torso with cock.

It doesn't hurt. It feels like it should hurt. Under the much stronger impact of transcendental pleasure, like she's just been pushed off the cliff and is falling into an ocean of orgasm but is still in breathless free-fall before the eruption, it feels like all of her internal organs have just been pulverized. But there's no pain, and her organs continue to function even so squished, protected by Lavich's Master-level Sex Magic.

Then, just as her acceleration toward climactic ecstatic eruption is about to crash over her, Christa feels something else. Something flexes in both of Lavich's cocks, and a thick knot suddenly punches outward, swelling to twice the girth of Lavich's shafts, one deep, deep within Christa's pussy at the tip of Lavich's lower cock, crushing her womb into her ribs. Another, just inside Christa's ass, at the base of Lavich's upper cock, locking her hole in place.

Lavich lets go of Christa's hips, leaving the girl suspended in mid-air by nothing but cock, right as Christa's orgasm erupts.

She's never actually had something inside her, since she got Aire. Even if Lavich didn’t have such utterly massive cocks, she’d be nearly insensate with pleasure.

With those two massive cocks, she can’t control herself at all. No, instead her hips attempt to jerk forward before she's stopped by Lavich's knots and she sprays cum all over the floor in front of her. Her orgasm just keeps going, not that she has the presence of mind to notice this. No, instead all her mind bothers to feel is, as each clench around Lavich’s cocks and each spurt of cum comes to an end, a sense of giddy anticipation of more. And then the next clench begins, and the next thick rope of cum spurts out, and it starts all over again.

Christa is two clenching holes and a spurting cock.

Aire grabs just enough control of their body to channel Christa’s helpless jerking into something specially designed to feel as good as possible for Lavich, not that she has much ability to direct things, impaled as she is. Lavich is probably noticing right around now that Aire’s orifices feel far better than she’s used to from her students, very nearly as good as it's possible to get without enhancing the pleasure with Sex Magic directly.

Basking in the pleasure of the one of the better orgasms she’s felt, she doesn’t bother to control her lust aura and it unfurls to fill the room. As her pheromones taint the air and her lust aura caresses everyone's minds, Aire is pleased.

She wants more. She wants to take all of these lovely students of Lavich's and make them cum themselves silly. She wants to make Lavich cum herself silly.

Lavich's followers all stroke their cocks as they watch 'Christa' have all that hot gooey cum fucked right out of her, watching eagerly as Christa's cock helplessly spasms and spurts.

A chorus of eager gasps echo through the studio at the feel of the lust aura. They recognize this. Lavich reaches down and catches one of Christa's spurts, getting a palm-full of cum. She takes a small lick, then smiles and flicks a few droplets at her followers. The four girls in front of her light up in excitement. They recognize the aphrodisiac too. How could they not when their demonic goddess grants the same blessing?

"Oh my," Lavich says, still sounding composed even as she groans in pleasure and her cocks twitch powerfully, making Christa bobble in the air. "You naughty girl. Mine is not the first corrupting touch to caress you, is it. You come to us already... blessed."

     "Miss Lavich, Miss Lavich, may we, may we?"

"Yes, my dears. Drink."

Lavich grabs Christa's hair, and pulls, until the cute girl's spurting cock is pointed forward more than down. The first of her follower's dives forward and wraps her lips around Christa's cockhead, both hands wrapping around the girl's shaft and stroking madly as she swallows spurt after spurt of hot aphrodisiac. Then she moves aside and the next girl latches on and sucks, drinking eagerly. Then the next, then the next, then the first one again.

Inside Christa's pussy, Lavich's lower cock flexes again, and the swollen knot crushing her womb suddenly rolls down the length of Lavich's shaft, stretching her already-stretched walls until it bumps up against the ass-knot through her inner walls. Then the knot in her pussy reverses course, driving back out to the tip of Lavich's cock. The knot keeps going, rolling up and down Lavich's length, like Christa is getting fist-fucked while also already being stuffed full of giant penis.

Christa floats in the pleasure of a never-ending orgasm, the sights and sensations taking up so much of her mind she barely has space for anything else.

A hand in her hair. Spurting forward, and spraying cum onto the approaching face of one of Lavich’s students. Hot wet mouths suckling at her cockhead, one after the other. Hands stroking. A thick knot moving up and down in her cunt.

She’s in paradise.

Aire’s getting off more than a little on all of these people intentionally imbibing her aphrodisiacs. The more they drink the less in control of themselves they’ll get. It’s a shame Lavich only took that one handful.

They don't want to be in control of themselves. At least, not those parts. But they all have experience. They've all built up a tolerance. None of them fight the lust, they ride it like a wave, and hold onto a semblance of sanity, if only to better-appreciate what they're being made to feel.

Once all of her followers have had their fill, Lavich releases Christa's hair, leaving her once more suspended in the air by nothing but cock. Twitching cock. Throbbing, pulsing, spurting cock, pumping a flood of aphrodisiac cum deep into Christa's holes. Lavich smirks, making a sound of deep relish.

     "Poor thing. Mindbroken already?"

     "She's so weak."

     "The little sweetheart really does need our guidance."

One of the followers grabs Christa's face and pulls it down, down, down to meet the follower's own cock. The new angle tugs on the knot in Christa's ass, pulling against the ring of her muscle to hold her in place. The follower thrusts into Christa's mouth, violating her throat and cumming instantly into Christa's stomach, her own cum aphrodisiacal as well.

Five sinuous tongues slither out of Lavich's mouth even as the huge woman continues to ejaculate. One goes to lick up Christa's spine and then wrap around the girl's neck to lightly choke her. The other four wrap around the remaining four cocks in the room, coiling around their lengths and stroking, milking out their cum to spurt it all over Christa from every direction.

When they stop sucking her off one after the other, her orgasm starts to taper off, and something of herself emerges, a bit.

And then Lavich starts to cum, and that rather stops being the case as the flexing of Lavich’s cocks and the knowledge of what exactly that means sets her off all over again. She happily goes back to spurting all over the ground.

A tiny little voice in the back of her head pipes up when they say she’s mindbroken to giddily think that actually she can cum lots more before she completely conks out. This thought manages to last an entire quarter second before being blown away by the urgent, renewed need to orgasm more being inflicted on her by Lavich’s aphrodisiac cum.

And then everything dissolves into the bliss of squeezing around those perfect cocks and cumming onto the floor. When a cock is forced into her mouth it’s just one more form of stimulation.

And then she’s covered in aphrodisiacs, they’re soaking into her from inside and out, and her orgasm just keeps getting better and better and better.

That composure in Lavich’s voice is concerning. Aire doesn’t actually have a way to turn things up past this without her until now unused sex magic. She rather doubts the same is true for Lavich. Well, it’s not like she’s getting fucked silly here, she can take it, even if Christa can’t.

Oh fuck, all that aphrodisiac is good. It’s like the times she really got into it in her cave, stroking away a week in fantasies of escape and mindbreak, except now she has company. She lets herself sink down pleasantly into the bliss of orgasm.

At some point aphrodisiac reaches saturation, and more volume doesn't have any additional effect. At that point, the constant mind-numbing orgasms can actually outpace the buildup of lust, and why wouldn't you cum harder, if you could.

Lavich is far from done, but she'll need Christa conscious for what she's in the mood for next.

Her cocks flex, and both knots deflate, leaving her shafts smooth. Christa slides forward, propelled by a deluge of cum oozing out both of her holes and pushing her off Lavich's cocks to plop onto the floor in a small lake of white goo, face-down-ass-up and surrounded by dickgirls being gently jerked off by prehensile tongues, groping each other as they cum.

Oh good, Aire was actually becoming somewhat worried that this would lead to Christa losing enough of herself not to be useful for multiple days. Hot as that would be, this level of mindbreak is enough to temporarily satiate her, and she can slake her lust for a better version on people whose minds she doesn’t need intact.

Once she actually learns how to that.

Christa manages to pull herself together enough to position herself on her knees looking up at Lavich surprisingly quickly! It only takes her most of a minute! Well. Most of a minute after she’s finished helplessly cumming onto the floor, making the lake ever so slightly larger. But that doesn't even last that long! A few last spurts is all!

Once the last spurts stop and Christa raises her head, Lavich isn't there to look up at.

Christa is sitting in her pool of cum, on a paving stone set among the neatly trimmed grass of the parkland surrounding Library Gemini, with the sun shining down on her and her bare cum-soak body completely exposed to the dozens of Collegiate standing around staring at her. She's on the boy's side of the park, and the thin crowd is more male than female.

A lot of them seem to be pointing at her and muttering things to each other in a disgusted tone.

This manages to shake her into something resembling normal functioning!

Well, this is terrible. She's not going to keep things a secret at all if this is how Lavich ends it. Really, it's what she should expect someone to do if you drop them off, all covered in cum in the middle of a park.

And then all the aphrodisiacs in her system get the better of her.

This is sort of hot, isn't it? The way everyone can see? Her cock twitches.

Surely they couldn't blame her if she gave herself a few strokes. Just to help her get her bearings. She's so horny after all.

And it's not her fault. She's covered in aphrodisiacs.

She shakes her head. No! No need to make things worse!

She stands up to go find the nearest restroom to hide in, barely able to keep her hands in front of instead of around her cock.

Well, that whole "normal functioning" thing didn't last very long at all, did it?

This is obviously an illusion. But she’ll let Christa figure that out for herself. She’s honestly curious whether she ever will.

The muttering gets worse as she strokes herself. One of the watching girls stalks forward.

As soon as Christa tries to stand, that same girl steps into the puddle of cum with a goopy splash and gives Christa an angry shove.

Christa's naked, cum-soaked body falls against something behind her. It feels like metal, but oddly textureless and neutral in temperature. Like a spring-loaded trap, her off-balance collision moves and triggers some mechanism that causes (oddly smooth and texturless) leather straps to spring out and snap closed around Christa's wrists and ankles. A second later, the straps retract, hard, stringing Christa up against the X-shaped metal frame, pulling her limbs out in all directions.

More straps spring over her body, then cinch themselves tight against the frame, pinning Christa's lewd body on display like a butterfly. Straps for her upper and lower arms, upper and lower legs, hips, waist, chest above and below her boobs, her neck, and one strap even pulls tight over her mouth.

The girl who pushed her is nowhere to be seen, once the trap has finished springing, but the rest of the crowd's muttering has gone from disgusted to amused and mocking.

Christa's immediate reaction is mostly to feel surprised and incredibly embarrassed.

Her cock doesn't get the memo.

It's jutting out from her body, rock hard and twitching.

And her more complicated emotions can only block the way for so long on so long in the face of that need. 

She wants it touched, she wants it stroked, she wants it buried inside a tight wet pussy and spurting.

She should have stroked herself more while she had the chance.

The crowd closes in around her, pointing at her twitching cock derisively.

They spit on Christa in disgust.

Every last glob of spit lands directly on her cock, hot and gooey and sending tingly waves of needy ache coursing through her loins.

She's so horny. Oh, she wants more. Who cares if they're doing it because she's gross, she wants to cum.

Oh, soon, just a bit more and she's sure she'll cum.

She doesn't cum. Not yet.

The crowd ignores her cock, now, as they crowd in around the metal frame she's strapped to. Their hands roam over every bit of the rest of her, though, stroking her abdomen and mauling her breasts and squeezing her arms and thighs and tugging on her nipples and fondling her pussy and kneading her ass... taking her right up to the edge, but not enough to push her over, not quite, and she's strapped in too tightly to help herself along in any way at all.

What will Christa do, if this just continues for a while?