Augustus Sneffleweather Grambourgitorth had opted for a quiet lunch in the cafeteria. Yuna, naked as always, kneeled by his side, the golden runes wrapping her lithe form glittering in the sunlight. Having finished eating himself, he absentmindedly fed her pieces of his remaining brownie as he pondered what to do with his afternoon, classes having finished early for the victory parade scheduled later in the evening. His deliberation was ended abruptly by a boisterous greeting from behind his booth, as the angular green face of his classmate, Zhugra Bugarob, grinned down at him from behind the dividing wall.
“Sneffy! Figured we might find you here. Mind if we join ya? We had… just a couple of questions we wanted to ask you. You don’t mind, right?”
“Go right ahead,”
Replied Sneffy, nodding at the opposite booth.
Zhugra’s grin widened slightly before her face disappeared from his sight. Reemerging to sit opposite him, she was joined by her two much shorter friends, who Sneffy recognized as Louise Floriburkress Slombuskipunkt and Camella Lindenbrook.
Seated on the left was Louise, whose quad-syllabled last name carried nearly as much prestige as Sneffy’s own. She was human, and old money, though she did not dress the part. The slender blonde sported a pair of baggy pink sweatpants alongside a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of “Henry Mug-Wump’s Alchemical Supplies,” no doubt taken from one of the advertising booths which always popped up on campus to accompany any major event. Ever mannered, she offered a gentle nod to Yuna before sitting down.
On the right was Camella. In contrast to Louise’s casual outfit, Camella dressed with the careful ethos of the burgeoning goblin merchant class – a meticulousness spurred on by a firm belief in the power of money, the importance of networking, and the deeply ingrained cultural fear of falling back into poverty in a country where much of the established business world still thought goblins made for better onaholes than businesswomen. Standing at just over three feet tall, Camella generally opted for a sharp, tailored pinstripe suit, in the hope that it would slim her thoroughly pear-shaped figure. It didn’t work.
Zhugra the Orc took the center, leaning her muscled arms casually on the table. She wore only a sports bra and a pair of tight running shorts, leaving her impressive breasts well supported and showing off her chiseled stomach. As a free Orc, she was still a second class citizen – her freedom dependent on landing one of the lab assistant or mage technician jobs that would be available to her after graduation. Despite this, she was of a naturally positive disposition, and leaned heavily into the stereotypical orcish boisterousness. Her natural talent in the field of alchemy left her relatively unworried about her career prospects, leaving her free to devote most of her time to athletic endeavors. She was a starter on the college Bonk team, a genuine feat for a sophomore.
Zhugra looked pointedly at Louise.
“Good afternoon, Sneffy,”
Began Louise,
“It has been some time; I hope you are well. I want to congratulate your mother – I hear she will be speaking after the victory parade tonight? Her work in the northern provin-”
“Dammit Louise, stop deflecting,”
Interjected Zhugra, casually wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“Sneffy, my fantastically wealthy friend, we came here because we were curious about your slaves. How many ya got and how ya keep em.”
Sneffy raised his eyebrows as Louise’s cheeks turned pink. He considered the question. It was quite rude; certainly Louise would be far too proper to ask such a question unless she really needed to know… though why that could be, he hadn’t a clue. Zhugra, having no such reservations, had doubtlessly been roped in as a social bulwark. Or perhaps, she had been the one to bully Louise into agreeing to ask, once learning that she needed the information. On the other hand, Camella’s game was clear – she was tagging along in order to scout out a potential customer for her families’ business.
Finally, Sneffy sighed, relenting. He had never been a stickler for propriety anyways.
“Well, I don’t have that many yet, and a lot of the ones I use still more or less answer to my mother. Obviously there’s Yuna,”
He continued, reaching down to ruffle her hair,
“Plus the students and faculty from the girls school I got as a birthday present last year. I still haven’t really figured out to do with them all, yet.
Other than that… we ride Buttercup and Clover for most outings, but they are really part of my Mother’s stable. The twins, Abigail and Autumn, are my bed maids, but they belong to my mother too, and I’m pretty sure they spy on me.
As for how I keep them… I don’t know, I guess Yuna has her own room next to mine, she just sticks with me most of the time. The twins are confined to my room while I’m there, but otherwise they get the run of the house. Of course we keep the Orcs, Buttercup and Clover, in the stable… ah, no offense, Zhugra.”
Yuna rolled her eyes and bumped her head against Sneffy’s leg.
“Come on Sneffy, give some details to these poor girls. These are your own slaves we are talking about, you should know the details. Don’t you remember that talk your mother had with you about responsi-”
“Will ya show us?”
Asked Zhugra, squeezing the blushing Louise,
“Give us a tour of the school! You’re mostly using it as a milking barn now, right? I bought a pallet last month for my potions class, its been a fantastic regent.”
“I would certainly be interested in a tour, if you are willing,”
Said Camella,
“Our recent expansion into industrial equipment undershot projections. My father is blaming headwinds related to our supply chain, but frankly I suspect it’s more an issue of product market fit. As one of our recent customers, I’m certain a tour of your facility would be an informative experience.”
“Well, all right,”
Agreed Sneffy, somewhat reluctantly,
“But we need to be done in time for the parade this evening. My mother will be upset if I’m seen to miss her speech.”
“No problem, it’s barely noon, we’ve got plenty of time. Lets go!” Came Zhugra's enthusiastic reply.
Half an hour later, the group arrived at the building formerly known as St. Bernadette’s Preparatory School, until it, and its unfortunate inhabitants, had been gifted to Sneffy as a birthday present last year. It was a massive limestone building in the gothic style, with tall arches, turrets, and spires punctuating its tiered rectangular form. Grimacing gargoyles peered down from the rooftops and cornices amidst the curved flourishes carved into the yellow stone, welcoming the three curious guests as they made for the entrance, Zhugra leading the way. Sneffy and Yuna dismounted their orcish steeds (Sneffy eliciting a few grumbles from Buttercup as she was forced to kneel, while Yuna, activating her runes, simply floated off of Clover), leaving them leashed to the hitching pole beside the walkway.
The pair caught up to the trio at the entrance. Sneffy injected his magical signature into the tall wooden doors, which squealed open to reveal a clean reception area beneath a tall, arched ceiling.
The reception desk was an enormous mahogany block, and it was manned by a tall woman with a lined, angular face and wavy, graying hair pulled back into a tight bun. The woman did not sit behind the desk – rather, she was embedded into it, her torso rising from a hole in the desktop that tightly encircled her thin waist. Her enormous breasts spilled out from her top – a white blouse buttoned all the way up underneath a dark grey vest – each with large holes cut into the front to allow her oversized mammaries to rest comfortably on the desk, flattening under their own weight. A large monitor and keyboard also adorned the desk, pushed to the side to make room for her tits, and a nameplate listed her name as “Dr. Veronica Shepherd.” In front of the nameplate, and just out of Veronica’s reach, were two small buttons marked “Reward” and “Punish.” She was immersed in a thick book, while casually sipping from an enormous milkshake.
Veronica set aside her book and greeted the group with a raised eyebrow as they approached.
“Good morning, Master. I see you’ve brought some guests. Shall I call Zola up for a tour?”
“Hello, Veronica, please do,” responded Sneffy.
The three tour goers, meanwhile, observed Veronica’s predicament with curiosity. Not that such predicaments were uncommon for slaves of those wealthy enough to afford the high level flesh magic necessary to make such bondage possible without damage – but they had not expected it from the mild mannered Sneffy.
“Sooo…” Zhugra nodded at the busty receptionist, “Can I ask?”
“Veronica was formerly the principle of the academy,” said Sneffy, “and quite skilled at it, so we kept her in charge of operations. She handles the reception as well – not that we have many visitors.”
“Come on, Sneffy, you know what I meant. Why’s she in the desk? Just for fun? Didn’t know you had a thing for that!” Zhugra smirked at him teasingly.
Sneffy blushed. “Well, its mostly my mother’s doing, honestly. She gave me a handbook with some ‘guidelines’ when I got the school. It was supposed to be some kind of lesson about responsible slave keeping, I guess. Veronica was very brave – she volunteered for all the harshest positions so the students could avoid them. Many of the other instructors did too, of course.”
“She’s really a work of art,” Yuna snickered. “Sneffy’s mother lent a hand on the sculpting for her and a couple of the other more difficult ones. Will you talk us through your modifications, Veronica? Our guests are curious, and Master is always too shy to talk through the juicy details.”
Veronica sighed, but launched into a well rehearsed explanation all the same. “Of course, Yuna. As you can see, I have been embedded permanently into my workstation. Beneath the desk, I have been mounted on a one-bar prison, which is lodged deep in my vaginal canal, and includes attached electrodes wired directly to my clitoris. My ankles are chained to the pole, so only a small amount of motion is possible. My breasts have also been drastically expanded for Master’s viewing pleasure. Thankfully, I have been given several modifications to make my situation bearable – I have been granted regenerative powers, and I no longer suffer the pain, muscle degradation, or other injuries usually associated with prolonged lack of movement. My diet has been modified so that the only sustenance I require is human breast milk, and thanks to the kindness of my Master my taste has been altered so that I find it to be immeasurably delicious. Indeed, I am becoming quite the connoisseur – I can now recognize nearly one third of my drinks by the name of the student who provided the milk. Oh, and I no longer urinate or defecate – all my excess energy intake is diverted to fuel the spells that have been applied to me. The buttons on the desk – which I unfortunately cannot reach – serve to reward or punish me for my behavior. The reward button allows me to orgasm, and the punish button produces a strong electric shock in my vagina and clitoris. I generally beg to be punished in any other way, if possible.”
“Thank you, Yuna, you’re always so helpful,” said Zhugra, “Sneffy, your mother really is powerful, isn’t she… this is crazy impressive.”
Louise, blushing, stuttered out a question. “Sneffy… do you punish her often? That sounds really painful…”
“Well, I had to a few times at the very beginning, until she came around to her situation,” said Sneffy, “Sorry, Veronica. But she does a good job nowadays, so its pretty much just a few tit slaps on occasion, for small mistakes.”
“Truthfully, Master is quite merciful,” added Veronica, “as long as I am suitably devoted to maintaining efficient operation of the business. Its his mother we all fear, but she hasn’t been back since the initial production lines were completed.”
“Yeah, cause I finally managed to kick her out…” muttered Sneffy, as a small goblin rushed into the room. The newcomer was green from head to toe with straight purple hair that fell to her shoulders, and nude but for a pair of thick rectangular glasses and silver slave collar. Her medium sized breasts stood firm on her chest, and each nipple was adorned with a large keyring, dozens of keys of all shapes and sizes jingling as she moved. A third keyring, with a mercifully smaller number of keys, was looped through a piercing in her clitoris.
"Ah, hello Zola," said Sneffy, "Looks like its time for the tour."
"Hello Master! Apologies for my tardiness!" Squeaked Zola. "If you'll all follow me, we can begin the tour. There are plenty of sights to see!"