Service, Obedience, and Submission: these are the cardinal values of Somnus University. To the cute, petite Suzie, this comes as a surprise, but with the help of her sexy new counselor and a group of her eager, brainwashed peers, she's going to learn how to become a model student, whether she likes it or not!
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Rewired for Pleasure Part Four
Suzie stepped out of the sedan and felt the cool air nip at her. She surrounded on all sides by conifers, filling the air with the scent of pine. Before her was a large metal gate made from curling swirls of metal forming an almost artistic design. Slowly the gate slid open, and Suzie saw two men in dark, professional clothes and sunglasses exit out. With them was a woman with dark skin and striking blue eyes.
Suzie blinked, trying to remember where she was and why she was there. Everything in her memory was muddled. Despite that, she felt strangely calm.
"Why hello there, Suzie!" the dark-skinned woman intoned. She took her hand and squeezed it. "I'm so glad you agreed to join us."
"I... did?" Suzie asked, feeling a bit dazed. The sun was shining brightly on the mountains to the west, and it made it hard to keep her eyes from following the gentle curves of the peaks as they faded away in the distance. Where were they?
"You did, and I think you'll find it's the best decision you ever made in your life!" The woman's smile was wide and infectious, and Suzie smiled back despite herself.
Suzie tried to remember how she'd ended up there. She remembered something about music. Something special she had found. Something amazing. She remembered listening to it. And then...
"Have we met?" she asked the woman.
The woman cocked her head and clasped her hands together. "I'm afraid we haven't. But I promise, Suzie, I know all about you." She gestured to herself. "You don't remember agreeing to come here?"
Suzie held up her hand to rub her head. "I... uh..."
Monique took the girl's chin in her fingers, looking into her with her brilliant blue eyes. "Don't worry. It's understandable. Everyone's journey is unique." She stepped aside and held her hand out towards the towering metal arch. "But what's important is our mutual destination."
Monique led Suzie along the stone pavement and through the arch, flanked on either side by the two men. Sleek, modern looking buildings dotted the landscape, interspersed liberally with copses of trees. It put Suzie vaguely in mind of the campuses big tech companies advertised, with air and nature mixed in with corporate constraint.
As they walked down the path, they passed lots of people Suzie's age. They were all in similar attire: glossy gray shirts and bottoms with stylized lining along the seams. They all seemed purposely tailored to hug each curve and contour of a person, displaying their bodies in perfect detail.
Monique caught her staring at a young man and woman passing by. "Like their outfits? Don't worry. We're going to get you yours right now. It's the standard uniform for all our prospects. We find it helps foster a sense of community and cooperation."
As they walked, Suzie slowly felt her mind clear. She still felt strange, and the music seemed to leave a tickling sensation just behind her ears, but her thoughts were slowly coming more clearly.
"So... what is it I'm going to be learning here?" she said, feeling strange to not know.
"Oooh, the first year is quite general. We take a holistic view of things here, and you can expect to partake in several stimulating mental and physical activities so we can learn where your true strengths lie."
They passed through a small public square with a circular fountain at its center. Three students—prospects, Suzie corrected herself—were sitting at the fountain, a woman and two men. They were chatting and joking among each other as they passed, though they paused to watch Suzie and her counselor pass by.
She felt odd under their gaze, like they were sizing her up. A ways past, she looked back and saw the woman had drawn close to the two men and was kissing one deeply while cradling the neck of the other.
"Here we are," Monique said as they came to a long white building with reflective windows. "We'll get you suited and looking the part of a real prospect in no time!"
The air inside was cool and fresh, with black speckled tile leading up to a counter with a prim-looking woman in a gray prospect's uniform. Smiling warmly, the woman took Suzie's information, then produced a uniform wrapped in sealed plastic.
"You're going to love it here," the woman said, placing a soft hand on Suzies as she handed her the uniform.
Most of the building ran in a series of communal changing and shower rooms. Suzie could hear laughter and conversation echo out from each entry, as well as the faint hiss of running water. She looked around for signs showing which of the rooms were for men and which were for women, but found no such distinctions.
The one Suzie ultimately chose was empty, and after she found a stall and pulled out her new clothes. To her surprise, she found the most minimalist thing was the underwear. There was no bra at all, and instead of panties there was only a thin black thong. Her body shivered a bit at the thought. She'd never worn anything quite so revealing before.
She slipped the tight-fitting shirt over her head, leaving the collar undone in a half-hearted attempt at fashion. The fabric slid over her skin, feeling almost slick as it clung to her skin. The sensation left her nipples tingling slightly, and she felt a heat rising from between her legs at the sight and feeling of her bare flesh. She shivered as she put on the rest of her clothes, feeling exposed and stimulated at the same time.
There was the sound of movement outside her stall, making Suzie blush at the strange feelings she was having. She could hear fervent whispers on the other side of the door, and taking a breath, she moved to leave as quickly as she could.
Suzie's reddening face deepened on opening the door; only a few feet away man was fucking a woman against the wall of the changing room.
The man had his hands tight on her thighs, the silky leggings of her uniform pulled to her ankles. Her shirt rode up over her generous mounds, and they bounced and jiggled as the man hammered a steady rhythm into her. Her head braced against the wall, her long brown hair swaying with each thrust as a low, needy moan escaped her lips. Suzie felt sick and ashamed as she watched them. She wanted to run, but something keeping her feet planted and eyes locked on the lewd scene unfurling before her.
He caught the man grinning impishly at her in the mirror, his dark features wolfish and hungry. She could clearly make out his thick cock in the reflection sliding in and out of the woman's glistening pussy. Suzie's hand rose to over her mouth as she stared.
"Happy to do you next, girl," he said in a low voice.
This was enough to startle Suzie into movement, and she dashed back into the hall, all the while trying to ignore the wet heat already moistening her too thin underwear. She made it back to the counter where Counselor Monique stood patiently waiting for her, a sly smile on her face. The woman's eyes swept over her, lingering on every inch of Suzie's form, until finally her gaze lifted from Suzie's legs and settled on her face.
"The uniform suits you, Suzie," the woman said smoothly. "You look like you fit in already."
Suzie smiled weakly and nodded, trying her best to act normal despite her nerves and confusion. As her counselor led her back out into the open air, Suzie's mind raced to figure out what kind of place this was.
As she toured the campus, the strange scenes were becoming harder and harder to ignore. Sometimes she saw them obscured amid the trees. Other times, it was out in the open. But almost everywhere they went, she caught sight of students in various states of undress cavorting about together, kissing, touching, fucking. The sight was both arousing and disturbing for Suzie, leaving her feeling as if she were watching a perverse version of high school sex ed.
Monique noted her nervous glances. "I think you'll find here that the prospects are passionate both about their training, and about one another. We find that traditional social mores often inhibit our progress and well-being."
Suzie looked away, feeling awkward. She wasn't used to this sort of intimacy. The counselor didn't seem to notice her discomfort, though, or at least wasn't bothered by it. She followed the woman along the path between the buildings, past a small open area where Suzie saw a group of ten prospects standing at attention before an instructor in staff attire. They were boys, and all of them looked clearly, almost painfully erect, something that bothered their instructor none whatsoever. When Suzie saw her put one hand on a prospect's face and the other around his erection throbbing through the thin material of his pants, she forced herself to look away.
Monique chuckled at her discomfort. "Our methods may be unorthodox, Suzie, but I think you'll find you get used to them rather quickly." She stopped, turning and placing her dark, slender hands on her shoulders. "Most people are nervous when they first get here. That's normal. It would be stranger if you didn't."
She looked long into Suzie's eyes, her light-blue irises like icy pools. "If you find you become nervous, all you need to do is stop, take a deep breath, and let yourself relax. I want you to do that for me, Suzie. Breathe."
Shaking, Suzie did as she was told. The air flowed into her, filling her lungs with crisp mountain air. She could hear the gentle music again, which struck her as strange, as she had completely forgotten it existed. The lilting notes seemed to swirl in her ear, and she noticed the tickling sensation in her head that had never really gone away.
"Feel better?" Monique said, her voice seeming far away.
"Uh... huh..." Suzie said, slowly, her entire body feeling light, like it would float away.
"Wonderful. Let's keep going. I know there are some other prospects who are... eager to make you acquaintance."
Suzie felt dizzy, the world spinning around her. Everything seemed distant and distorted, as if it weren't truly real at all. All she could do was follow the direction of her counselor as they walked together along the path, pine trees shading them from the mid-day sun, a wall rising a short distance visible through the trees.
There was the sound of gunshots, and Suzie jerked in surprise and alarm, but she felt her mind drift back down at Monique's touch on her shoulder. "Don't mind the noise. It's only the firing drills over with advanced prospects." He fingers traced up her neck. "Who knows, depending on your proclivities, you may be down there with them one day."
She twirled her fingers around Suzie's long, crimson hair. "But then, I think I know the track you'll be going down, and it doesn't involve any nasty weapons..."
It wasn't long before they came to a small clearing that housed an open amphitheater with rows of stone stairs running down to the stage. There were several prospects there, and one by one they turned to watch the two of them approach.
"Where are we?" Suzie asked.
She felt her counselor's hand settle on her neck. "Oh, just a place we hold presentations sometimes. It's nice and cozy out here, the perfect place to open up to one another, don't you agree?"
Suzie could feel the eyes of the other prospects running over her body, their smiles uncanny and surreal. "You want to open up, don't you, Suzie?"
The words sank into Suzie's mind, and her whole body suddenly grew very heavy. A warm flush spread outwards from where the counselor touched her, her heart beating faster as the warmth spread down her body.
Monique led her with the lightest of touches, down the steps of the amphitheater and onto the stage. "I... I..." Suzie tried to affix words to the thoughts rising in her mind, but it was like her mind had grown slick. It was like her body was lightly floating away from her control.
"You'll find, Suzie, that here opening up to one another is how we learn. How we find where we belong." Monique ran and hand down her arm, the touch pulsing electric along her skin, feeling stranger and more intense than anything she had felt before.
The other prospects watched with eager smiles and hungry eyes. Several of them, in groups of twos and threes, were touching one another like Monique was to her. Her hand ran along the smooth fabric of her shirt to grip her breast, her fingers circling her stiff and sensitive nipple. The way she looked at Suzie sent a tingle of excitement racing through the woman's stomach and down between her thighs. She felt a growing ache deep within her belly that left her feeling desperate and needy.
"That's right," Monique said as Suzie moaned to her touch. "You're getting it, now." She was behind Suzie now, openly groping both her breasts. "We have so much to teach you, Suzie. So much for you to learn. I wanted to bring you here to meet some of the other prospects in my personal care. They're going to help you with your orientation. You want to be oriented, don't you, Suzie?"
"Yes..." Suzie heard herself say. "Yes... I want it... Please..."
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