Jenny hurried as quickly as she could to the Staff room, her lubricants had reached her knees again. Pupils weren’t normally allowed inside and jenny had no idea what to expect when she arrived. Rounding the corner she saw Mr. Fish, Susan’s art teacher, walking through the door talking to Mrs Gibson. The old woman spotted Jenny and held the door open for her with a satisfied smirk on her face. Jenny nodded politely and moved inside, feeling Gibson’s gaze on her back as she walked.
The room that Jenny now found herself in was much larger than she had expected, it had large comfy armchairs and long couches that swept in every direction. There was a private bathroom to the right and a kitchen area at the far end of the room; there were several large desks and multiple computer stations along the walls. Jenny was stunned; there were over a hundred teachers in here!
She spotted Mrs Styles across the room and tentatively approached her; Jenny was getting a lot of hungry stares from the teachers as she passed them. Mrs Styles was talking to one of the receptionists, Jenny gave a polite cough.
“AH! There you are... we were just talking about how great it’ll be to have freshly squeezed milk today!” Mrs Styles said, giving Jenny’s breasts a playful squeeze.
“Yes, and to sweeten it with that nectar of yours!” Said the receptionist from behind Mrs. Styles. They both giggled, Jenny’s stomach was doing flips.
“Let’s get you strapped in, I’m so thirsty!” Mrs Styles said grabbing Jenny by the shoulder and leading her to a gap between the coffee machine and the kitchen area. Jenny noticed that there were two poles coming out of the floor, about 5 feet apart, with an upturned semi-circle on each of them. They stood about 3 feet off the ground and were heavily padded. Between them, at a similar height, was a funnel. Beneath the funnel was a large gulley that led out through a hole in the wall.
Higher up the wall were a pair of horizontal bars that ended in cuffs and between them were a pair of large straps. Jenny gulped.
There was a queue of teachers forming behind Mrs Styles, each holding a coffee mug. Jenny gave them all a nervous smile.
“Up you get” Mrs Styles said, patting the two horizontal bars. Jenny now understood and turned to face the rest of the room, with her back against the wall she lifted herself so that her arms rested on the horizontal bars. Mrs Style attached cuffs to her wrists and tied the straps across her, just below her breasts. This relieved the pressure on Jenny’s arms and she was now securely fastened to the wall. Jenny had to spread her legs around the funnel that was directly beneath her, meaning her feet dangled helplessly about a foot off the floor. Mrs Styles then grabbed her left ankle and lifted it until it formed a right angle with Jenny’s Torso. She rested it in the semi-circular top of the pole to jenny’s left; doing the same to Jenny’s right now left her with both her legs horizontal to the floor and her pussy as wide apart as it could have been.
Jenny looked down at herself and was shocked at the amount of pussy juice pouring from her pussy, it seemed that the wider she spread it the wetter it became. In this position that meant she looked as though she were peeing herself, the steady stream was unbelievable.
“Me first!” said Mrs Style’s grabbing a mug of steaming coffee and holding it close to Jenny’s left Nipple. She gave it a squeeze which caused jenny to writhe in pleasure as her milk dropped into the cup.
Mrs Style’s then let go of Jenny’s breast and with a seductive smile bent slightly to hold her cup under the stream that was flowing from Jenny’s pussy. Jenny could feel the steam from the mug on her tender shaved nether lips.
Mrs Style’s face came back into view and with a sexy wink she took a sip of her coffee and smiled at Jenny before walking away and sitting down on one of the long couches. Only then did Jenny realise just how many people were queuing up for coffee.
The line of teachers extended almost the whole way round the huge room; each one was holding an empty mug and was waiting for their coffee.
Mrs Gibson’s face suddenly filled Jenny’s vision as she grabbed Jenny’s breast and gave it a firm pull, unlike Mrs Styles, Mrs Gibson’s manipulations of Jenny’s tit was hard and painful and Jenny winced in pain but was unable to pull away.
When the math teacher had finished milking her coffee she gave Jenny’s breast a hard slap, causing her tits to jiggle and all the teachers watching to laugh. Mrs Gibson didn’t sweeten her coffee with Jenny’s nectar and simply moved away with an evil grin.
Jenny didn’t know the next few teachers to milk her, but with each one the pleasure from the manipulations of her breasts caused her to orgasm for the first time that lunch. Another group of teachers had their coffee from her and one by one they built her up to another earth shattering orgasm.
When Jenny opened her eyes she saw Principal Pierson standing in front of her with a newspaper under the arm he was carrying his mug in and a piece of paper in the other. Without looking up from the paper he gave Jenny’s nipple a squeeze until he got the required amount of milk before sweetening his coffee and walking away. He hadn’t acknowledged her; in fact, Jenny realised, he’d treated her like an appliance.
Then she realised that the rest of the faculty were treating her like an appliance too and were simply ignoring her and chatting amongst themselves. Only Mrs Styles and Mrs Gibson had treated her like a person and that was because one liked her and the other one loathed her.
Jenny found she was unable to cry out or speak and instead just sat there quietly, with her eyes shut, and whimpered as more and more lactation induced orgasms swept over her.
Eventually she opened her eyes when she realised that no-one was touching her breasts and looked around in bewilderment. The queue of people had gone, in its place were now the faces of all the teachers happily sipping their coffee and eating their lunches. Jenny tried to get the attention of someone to release her but soon realised that she was going to spend the rest of lunch like this.
She looked down at herself again, her nipples looked a little abused but her pussy continued to flow like a faucet. Jenny still couldn’t believe that her body could produce so much fluid and wouldn’t dehydrate.
She sat in the corner, quietly enjoying the strange sensation of her pussy juice flowing out of her, when the receptionist that Mrs Styles had been talking to earlier walked over to her.
“Hi Jenny, I’m just going to grab a pot of your juices to dunk my donuts in. Ok?” Jenny wiggled a little as she came and the flow of juices pouring from her cunt momentarily increased considerably. The receptionist smiled and then bent down to collect the nectar.
Jenny was slightly curious about how all these people could so openly drink her pussy juice like it was perfectly normal. But then, she supposed that because of the curse, it was.
After a while the secretary emerged from beneath her and walked away carrying a large cup, full to the brim, with Jenny’s lubricants.
Jenny looked up at the clock and realised that there was still another 20 minutes of lunch left. She resigned herself to staying fixed to the wall like this until the bell rang to signal the restart of lessons.
Jenny noticed that she really wasn't hungry, even though at this time of day she was starving. She guessed the number of orgasms she'd had already were more than enough food for her.