After the new year, Terry informed me that she had slept with her boss in the manner I prescribed for controlling him. They both got drunk at the company Christmas party and furtively went into a back office, where her superior railed her as she bent over a desk. Once he decorated her cunt with his dick snot, she immediately turned around, went to her knees and began fondling his balls while licking and sucking the base of his fuckstick. She got him hard again after a while and pulled hm down on the floor so she could ride him. After lowering her pussy on to his man anchor, she teased him by whispering dirty things into his ear as she remained impaled on his dipstick. Half an hour later, he was off in the great beyond mentally and she whispered the obedience suggestion to him. She pulled off of him and snuck back out to the open part of the office floor once she had zipped and buttoned him up.

I ordered Terry to command the head man to hire Toni as her assistant. Of course, Toni was thrilled that she could once more bring money into the house. Over the vacation, with the help of stimulation provided by my slaves, I had doped up five more Kit Kat bars and gave one to Mrs. Croner. She resumed calling popular girls into her office and getting them to enslave themselves through a seeming act of generosity. Toni hadn't started her new job yet, so she was still able to secret my drugged victims off of campus for me to her house. By January 10th, I had every girl in the popular clique under my control. I also made sure that Debi was put on birth control like her older sister was.

I had Abbey coming over to my house for a few days in a row, too, to help Marisa give me a fresh supply of copulins. On the 15th, I commenced gong after the boys. The dudes we knew Troy and I could physically handle he invited over to Geri's house, where Troy would put them in an arm bar or a full nelson and I would shoot Abbey's copulins up their noses. Geri would then give them them the obedience directive. From there, I formed a gang with Troy and three of his friends who were now Geri's putative slaves and we slowly picked off members of the jock crowd. Michelle's boyfriend was one of Geri's slaves, which I thought was hilarious. 

Troy also had a car and so did a lot of the girls and other guys who were under my hand. I went through last year's yearbook and noted the better looking junior girls. I gave the list to Mrs. Croner, who began calling them in to her office. We took them to Geri's place after they bit into the adulterated segments. By the end of February, the number of female slaves on my phone list must have been close to a hundred. Attached to that, we had 35 boys now beholden to either Marisa or Geri. Now all the rah rahs were running around in short skirts with their snatches uncovered by panties and so was a nice chunk of the rest of the school's female population. It was hot.

In March, though, I really hit paydirt. After I had dosed some Reese's cups and carefully rewrapped them, Marisa handed them to Mr. Pulaski one morning, who got the school nurse, Georgia Surhoff, to take one. As soon as it went on her tongue and she began fading away, Mr. Pulaski texted Marisa, who texted me. Between periods, I went into the nurse's office and gave her the obedience suggestion. I locked the nurse's office up and had Marisa tell Mr. Pulaski to say that Georgia was feeling a little under the weather and thought it best to have  lay down and not see anyone for the rest of the day. She was scheduled to come out of it by five. At that time, I was there after having sent Marisa home. All the teachers and counselors had headed for their residences, too, so she was effectively alone. When she emerged from her office, I buttonholed her and demanded that she let me into her office the next morning because we're supposedly sick.

The following morning after first period, I went to the nurse's office. Marisa entered about 15 minutes later. There was nobody else there except Mrs. Surhoff. I gave Georgia the instructions and handed her a couple of syringes full of Abbey's, Kiley's and Marisa's juices, showing the precise dosage she would give our next victims. I proffered her a list, which she was to later destroy, of boys I wanted her to summon. Marisa laid down on one of the cots with supposed bad period pains. I sat in a chair with an ice pack on my bonce due to a fictional bad headache. She knew how to bully these kids into accepting their "medicine" and, one after the other, she sprayed Abbey's copulins up their noses and had them lie down. Marisa whispered into their ears and they were now her minions. Two hours later, the boys were all conscious again and left for whatever their class at that time was. Mrs. Surhoff then dispatched more notices and the boys in question drifted in. They were all told that this was a new state mandated vaccine and they had to take it or wouldn't be allowed back to school. The result was that Marisa, and, by extension, me, had 12 new slaves that day.

I did the same thing with Geri. I went into Georgia's office in the morning and said that Geri would be coming in to handle the boys after she had doped them up. Therefore, everytime Georgia sent Marisa's and Abbey's juices up into the boys' systems Geri would enslave them. Everyday it would be a new member of my posse claiming the slaves made by Abbey's and Marisa's pussies.

That Saturday, Marisa invited Juanita over to her house to hang out and she got the Mexican cutie to chow on one of my bars. I bigtime boned her with a condom on since she was a Catholic and didn't believe in birth control pills. After that, I put her to work, distributing my loaded confections to other hispanic girls either between periods, during lunch or after school. Juanita then called me and I would show up and either hustle them off to the nurse's office or off campus with the aid of one of Geri's or Marisa's boy slaves.

One thing I really needed to do, though, was get the office girls, male counselors and lunch ladies under my dominion. The latter wasn't that hard. I would have Geri order one of her boys to make an appointment with the male counselors. At the appointed time, we swarmed into the small office and while the counselor was restrained, I shot Abbey's, Kiley's or Marisa's fluid into one of their nostrils. Since there were only two male counselors due to budget cuts (and only two female ones as well), this operation was concluded in very snappy fashion.

For the office girls, Mr. Pulaski, at my recommendation, wanted to privately poll them after school on how to make the way they did business more efficient and effective. Using the excuse that the weather was nice, he would take them into the quad to sit down on a planter and offer them one of my infected Kit Kat chunks. Marisa and I would be sitting nearby. Once she had sucked the magic solution off the candy and was in outer space mentally, I would give her the obedience command. Mr. Pulaski then guided her to the nurse's office and went home. I got my cellphone out to tell Georgia how to handle the incoming patient. She was to call me when the girl was waking up. at around 10 p.m., she would come back to earth and Georgia would put her cellphone to the girl's ear, whereupon I would tell her that when she gets home she would say she was out with the other office staff and she wouldn't say anything to her fellow office people about waking up in Nurse Surhoff's infirmary or getting home late.

He did the same thing with the lunch ladies, who were mostly hideous looking, so few people cared about or for them. Sorry, but that's the way the world often works. They had very short shifts, so when they were done cleaning the kitchen, Mr. Pulaski buttonholed one of them and had a conversation with them ostensibly about the cooking operation in the cafeteria. Then he would urge them to take one of his Kit Kat pieces and because the lunch ladies were invariably fat and had mondo sweet tooths, they would accept them. Then I would see them in the nurse's office that Mr. Pulaski ushered them to and give them the obedience order. When I had them all subdued, I gave them a demand that they would not speak of anything that they saw on campus. If anyone asked how their day went or if anything interesting happened, they would just shrug and say, "same old stuff."

The campus was full of tv cameras. In the hallways, in the administration office (thought not Mr. Pulaski's personal one or the counseling or nursing offices for privacy's sake), so when I was enslaving everyone I kept having to do it in a roundabout way so that everything would appear innocuous on the cameras. The cameras were pretty low quality, so if, for example, Marisa was carting off a boy Georgia had just pumped copulins into, you wouldn't know who it was unless their faces were right up in the lens, which almost never happened.

Anyway, the ruse that captured the office ladies meant a lot of late nights for Mrs. Surhoff. But within ten calendar days I had the entire administration under my thumb. I told her to tell her husband that she was at supplementary education sessions necessary to keep her license as a school health provider. The school didn't have a vice principal because of, again, budget cuts. This bit of state government frugality effectively made all my machinations possible.

Now it was the janitorial; staff's turn. I had Geri and Marisa station boys under their control around campus to conduct surveillance on them. Basically, I wanted to know when they each cleaned their assigned bathrooms. Once that was determined, when the janitor entered the bathroom, a group of football players would, a couple minutes later, immobilize the janitor and I would squirt Abbey's copulins up their snoots. Marisa intoned the obedience order and we would move them into a stall and pull their pants down before sitting them on the john. All of this took maybe three minutes, which meant we were able to do the entire group of janitors in one day. As was the case with all the treatments I handed out or had handed out to the guys, they couldn't remember how they got to where they ended up. We were very careful not to leave any marks. The following day, Marisa told them that they would not talk about anything they saw on campus to anyone without her permission.

Then I got REALLY devious. During their respective gym classes, I had Marisa and Geri offer pieces after everybody had showered and dressed. If somebody took one, they were immediately escorted to the quad, where I would meet up with them and explained how they were now my play toys before either Marisa or Geri would leave them at the nurse's office. I had the video cameras for the hallway that lead to the administration building disabled so that nobody would know who was coming and going in and out of the nurse's quarters. If necessary, I would subsequently take the victim home and keep them there until they reconnected with humanity, which allowed me to issue supplementary commands about their attire and appearance and obtain their personal information.

Unfortunately, while I had a whole host of girls who would produce the copulins for me, I was the only one who could manufacture super strength semen and that could be outputted at the rate of a mere tea spoon's worth at a time. By the end of the school year, I had just about every boy on campus under Marisa's or Geri's, and ultimately, my, control. However, I was only able to get about 40% of the girls in my stable and that was even though I had been going at them much longer than I had the boys. Not only that, but I was always really skeevy about handing my semen loaded candy bars over to others. So far, that had gone much better than I had ever dreamed of, but I still wanted to keep it all under my direct control.

I contemplated having a fuck room made up for me on campus. Again, I could have the video cameras in the hallway of the building I had in mind to put it disabled pretty easily, but how do you keep something like that a secret? I'd want to use it during the school day and now that I had the attendance people enslaved that wasn't a problem, but people would see the girl and I coming and going. Too, making it really nice would take money and the spending on it would no doubt be noticed by the folks at the district office who tend to like squandering taxpayer money for their own comfort and not that of the students or teachers on individual campuses.

I did, though, have a little fun with a school tradition. Through Geri and Marisa, I made it forbidden for any of the boys to ask anyone to prom and none of my girls, which meant all the rah rah types that normally drive these things, were permitted to help organize it. So it was canceled for lack of interest. I knew this might draw some press attention, so none of my slaves were allowed to talk to reporters, including anyone from the school paper, about their lack of interest in it.

Anyway, I had to come up with a better way to produce my magic milk than doing a lot of wacking off because after a while my cock would get sore. I decided to change my approach to how I used my girls, too, because I was wasting a lot of my juice in doing so. That is, instead of shooting on their belly's or face, I began bringing a plate with me along with my eye dropper and several packets of Kit Kat bars. For example, one day, I went home from school with both Priscilla and Marisa and had them both work on my dick with their fingers and mouths while they were naked. This got me worked up pretty quickly and just as I was about to shoot, I picked up the plate and spooged on it. Then I went upstairs, apportioned the cum on to the candy bars and let those segments dry. I returned to the living room and I had Priscilla begin masturbating while Marisa sucked me and played with my balls. This got me up again seemingly instantaneously and within 15 minutes I was ready to go off again. I stroked more jizz on to the plate and more of my hypnocookies were soon drying for later use.

I circled back to the living room and dove into Priscilla's shaven pussy with my tongue while I reached up and massaged her sweet tits. In a few minutes, she was beginning to climax and my prong was becoming turgid again. I told Priscilla to resume masturbating while I commanded Marisa to sit on the couch and, when she did, I grabbed her legs and pulled her forward to shove my dick into her. The living room was beginning to fill with the scent of pussy, which only accelerated my horniness. I pumped my dick into Marisa over and over and she was having one orgasm after another. After about 40 minutes, I was finally at the launching point. I pulled out, dashed upstairs, deposited my spunk on the plate and carefully dropped it on the Kit Kat bar. That was already six six hour doses in about two hours. I sent Priscilla home and brought Marisa upstairs to my bedroom, where I directed her to suck on my balls and to repeatedly run her hands over my body. The sight of this devotion to me and the sensations from it hardened me up in about 20 minutes. I slid my dick into Marisa and pistoned it in and out of her for a good hour. I don't know how she stayed wet enough to tolerate that kind of prolonged penetration even with the chain of climaxes she experienced. I splatted the plate again, but only ejected enough cum for a single dose. Clearly, I had reached the point of diminishing returns.