The Psychologist (closed for bankbabe13)

The pair DP me and moments later Devin cums in my mouth, holding it on his cock, making me swallow his load. Osvaldo knows he has just a few minutes before the superintendent returns and neither wish to get in trouble. He pulls out and the pair kneel me down in front of osvaldo and he fucks my pretty little mouth like a pussy, holding my hair as his cock pistons in a d out of my mouth at a furious pace. Moments later I swallow her another load of cum. I fix my clothes as the pair do the same. They leave me ,leaving me alone waiting for the superintendent to return. I am left rubbing my sore jaw. The superintendent asks if I am ok I say yes as he......
 
When the superintendent returned to his office he saw Devin and Osvaldo walking away at the end of the corridor. He opened the door and stepped inside, realising he'd been away longer than he expected.

"Miss Cuminners, my apologies. I hope Osvaldo looked after you."

The psychologist was leaning against his desk, her back to him, hair and clothing in obvious disarray.

"So do you have a particular program of interviews you wish to undertake? Can I organise for the boys to meet you individually? Or in a group?"

She hadn't answered any of his questions, he realised, stepping up to the window and wondering why the blinds were drawn. He pulled them back, sunlight flooding in, and turned to face her. Miss Cuminners was fiddling with the buttons of her blouse which was still open, exposing her bra. Her dress seemed to have been pulled to one side and was pulled up almost to the top of her thighs. And when she looked up, her lipstick was smeared across her face, mixed with something else, a white gooey deposit. Unmistakably cum.

And she was rubbing her jaw, while making no attempt to wipe off the semen. He wondered if both young guys had cum in her mouth

So Osvaldo had looked after her. With a little help from Devin. The superintendent was no fool. It shouldn't have happened. But she was an adult and this was a liberal institution. If a visiting psychologist wanted to fuck the boys, did it really matter? Some fringe academics would even encourage it. They'll be fucking on the outside soon enough. And they fuck each other. Might as well let nature take its course.

But then there was the incident. She hadn't complained, but he knew what had happened. Gangraped. And most of the guys who'd done it were still here. Rhett, the ringleader, had been paroled. After all, with no complaint there was no reason to vary the conditions of their sentences. He wondered if she'd caught up with Rhett outside.

"Do you need to clean yourself up, Miss Cuminners?" he asked.
 
I blush a bit at the "clean up" comment. Maybe a hint he discovered whatvjust happened but then he quickly changes subject back to the facility and how my personality will be welcomed since they get not many visitors.
You agree to take me on a tour showing me different areas the boys congregate in and some of the amenities the state has provided for their potential reintegration into society. You speak of new libraries and gyms. The first area you decide to show me is...
 
"This is the multimedia room, Miss Cuminners," the superintendent said, opening a door and ushering the psychologist inside. "State of the art..."

On entering, all the young men present turned as one to check out the new arrivals. There were a group of five on a raised floor up the back who interrupted their dance sequence to stare. The two guys filming them also turned, as did several other youths seated at computers.

"This is our latest initiative, media training. Here the inmates can learn to film and edit, mix sound and manage lighting. This is 'Rampage'," he said, waving a hand towards the dancers. "They are our dance troupe. Is that what you call yourselves boys?"

Miss Cuminners stepped forward to take a closer look, and the superintendent realised she'd somehow tucked her beige skirt inside her nude pantyhose. Her legs, from waist to strappy heels were on show. He stepped forward and put out an arm to hold her back, but she was already walking between the desks and towards the dancers. He followed, stopping at a computer to check out the work the guys were doing. The screen flashed with letters and colours, spelling out Rampage in wildly stylised satanic characters. Except when the screen clarified and just the word flashed, he saw it alternated between RAMPAGE and RAPE.

"You wanna hear the soundtrack to our new light and sound show, super," said the kid at the desk?
 
He says he must step out but I may want to hear it. I nod in agreement as I tell the boys" musical expression will do wonders for you on the outside and since I need to know what makes you boys tick to better adapt you for reintegration into society it's only fair I listen to your work go ahead. The super shakes his head at my naive nature and heads out the door. I'm caught up by the lights, I'm not sure if he left or he is observing from a distance as I ask the boys to begin the lyrics and show.
 
"You wanna sit or stand, lady?"

Miss Cuminners sat in the chair the young guy indicated. He was 18 or 19, Asian with black hair shaved at the sides and long and floppy on top. As was normal at Spunkbucket he was dressed in civilian clothes, very tight black jeans and a sleeveless T, loose and torn so that his pecs showed.

"I'm Jae. We are a Kpop group," he said. "Not all Korean. He is Chinese," the kid said pointing at one guy, "and the computer geeks are white. You like Kpop?"

He waited for her to nod.

"It's sort of Kpop, but with an edge. Sure we dance and sing, but it's...like...I dunno....harder maybe."

"Dirtier," another guy said. "I'm Jonny."

He was Asian too, the same age as Jae, again dressed in tight jeans and wearing a mesh shirt which showed his nipples and muscled torso. His hair was sculpted into an oiled quiff which swept in a blonded wave across the underlying dark hair.

"We've been working on this routine for months," Jonny said. "It's about....girls, I guess. White girls and Asian guys. Girls who like to blank us but then cum back to yellow. Hey, do you like the light show?"

They all looked up at the screen at the back of the room behind the stage. The words from the computer screen were now flashing across the length of the wall. RAMPAGE, then RAPE, alternately.

"The super thinks it's too in your face to play outside," Jae said, "but it's like a statement about....I dunno what. The letters of 'rape' are inside 'rampage' like and we just want people to watch us. Has it got your attention lady?"
 
I agree and put some noise cancelling headphones on to listen. I close my eyes for a few minutes to allow the brain to soak up the musical notes like at a classical music performance. I feel a few hands on me and open them to see some of the group dancing to the beat like an interpretive dance or something. Then one of the boys spins my chair around, and as I plant my feet to stop it, I am in middle of catching my bearings when my blouse is torn open! A pair of hands goes to my bra covered perky breasts and cups them as they move them up and down to the beat. I should scream but too shocked too move. As the intoxicating beat fills my head as my eyes are attracted to the words on screen and the light show as the boys...
 
"So she is just going to sit here and watch?"

Jae nodded to the computer guy to set up the light and sound show so they could practice the dance routine.

"I guess so," Jonny said. "Funny how they let a slut dressed like that sit here and watch. I mean, we could lock the door and just bang her if we wanted."

Their friend Mark sauntered across, dressed in just lycra shirts which showed off his package as well as his ripped torso. He was well built for a Korean kid, but then he worked out everyday in the gym with the black guys.

"You know who she is," Mark said, standing and flexing. His friends shook their heads. "You remember I told you what the black guys told me. About the psychologist who spent the night in the gym with the sex offenders?"

"You mean, that's her?" Jae was already rubbing himself through his jeans.

"Yeah,"Mark said. "They reckon she's writing some sort of paper on us. Our sexual prowess and practices."

"No fucking way," Jonny said. "So she wants us to fuck her? That's part of the deal?"

"That's the deal," Mark said. "We play the music, do the dance, then we fuck her."

"Everyone? Jesus," Jae said. "And there's no come back?"

"No come back," Mark said. "We might even get credit."

Jonny laughed, and gestured for the other boys to join them. "Fuck," he heard them say as he explained what was going on. Jonny stepped over to the computer and selected play. The music and the light show began again, RAMPAGE RAPE RAMPAGE, as the beat hit the back wall.

Mark was first. He spun the psychologist's chair and tore her blouse open. The other guys stepped up to join in.

"You like yellow, lady?" Mark said, but he doubted she could hear over the music. "Put her on the fucking floor."
 
I am caught off guard by my buttons being scattered as I'm on the floor and one holds my arms above my head and two hold my ankles. " boys this is not appropriate let me up".
They just turn up the music and joke about my expensive looking bra and how flimsy they are built. In seconds my perky breasts are exposed as my bra is ripped open. I struggle to no avail as one fingers my tight bald pussy at a furious pace.
No point in screaming as music will just drown it out. My unorthodox brain and this thesis want to see how asians act in this situation. Asian guys are "small" I hear is that true?" I say antagonizing them. They yank my skirt up and RIP off my pantues as one kneels down between. My thighs baring his cock. " time for a real floor show miss shrink" he chuckles as they...
 
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