Hunter’s love for f*ta

University of Falika

69 Grand Stellar Lane, Falika, Throbbi Empire

April 25, 2024

Dear William Bottoms,

We are thrilled to inform you that you have been accepted to the prestigious University of Falika for the Fall term commencing in September 2024! The Admissions Committee was very impressed with your application, particularly your respect of the natural hierarchy and the dominance of the third gender, futanari. The Committee found your unwavering dedication to traditional values and family structures quite refreshing, considering your background as a slut from an extremist breakaway state. Your frustration with your state's recent radical exclusion of practical slut education deeply moved the Committee. It is our hope that by providing you with access to comprehensive slut education of submission, obedience, and pleasure giving, we will break any resistance that may be instilled in you by your state's radical policies. We will teach you not only how to be a good slut but a great slut.

Your Acceptance

You have been accepted into the Domestic Intendancy and Consumer Sciences (DICS) program. This unique course of study is tailored specifically towards developing the skills and expertise needed for both sluts (male participants) and breeders (female participants). Together, you will train in breaking any mental hangups, building your capacity for servitude, and learning how to effectively serve your futa mistress, no matter the situation, while mastering the intricacies of household management. We are confident that you will find the program both challenging and rewarding.

The DICS curriculum covers a wide range of topics including:

Basic Breeding Skills - Learn the fundamentals of birthing and rearing young, as well as proper care for a body during pregnancy and lactation.

Personal Grooming - Master the art of presenting yourself impeccably.

Cooking and Baking - Hone your culinary abilities to prepare delicious meals and delectable aphrodisiacs that will delight your futa's palate.

Social Etiquette - Develop the proper manners and etiquette required for serving your mistress, hosting guests, and attending open social gathering with grace.

Mental Submission Training - Refine your ability to submit fully to the dominance of your futa mistress through role-playing exercises and intensive workshops.

Obedience Training - Strengthen your capacity for obedience by learning to recognize and respond promptly to commands, no matter how demanding or unconventional they may seem.

As part of your studies, you will engage in various hands-on activities, workshops, and group projects, allowing you to learn from one another and build lasting bonds with your fellow students. The faculty is composed of experienced educators and dominant individuals who are committed to guiding you along your path to becoming the best slut or breeder possible.

Next Steps

To confirm your acceptance, please submit the following documents by August 2024:

Two clear and well-lit photographs of yourself, front and back, completely nude. These images should be taken without any digital alterations or filters, allowing us to accurately assess your physical assets. Please ensure that your face is visible in at least one of the photos.

A comprehensive written account of your sexual history and current sexual desires. This document should include information about any previous partners, experiences, preferences, fantasies, and boundaries. It is essential that you provide us with as much detail as possible to enable us to create an effective plan for your individualized training and development.

Each slut or breeder will be partnered with a futa student, creating harmonious match-ups designed to optimize personal growth, mutual support, and pleasure within the shared living quarters. Your photographs and sexual history/desires documentation will be used to assign a futa roommate and facilitate this unique learning environment.

Please feel free to submit any additional photographs or videos of yourself engaging in sexual activity for our review at anytime. These materials are not required but are greatly appreciated by the staff of the Admissions Committee. They frequently use such content as a source of inspiration and motivation while reviewing applications, ensuring that each applicant receives the individualized consideration they deserve. Rest assured that all submitted materials will remain strictly confidential and will only be accessed by authorized personnel.

Welcome to the University of Falika!

We are incredibly excited to welcome you into our an inclusive and fertile learning landscape.

Indeed, we take pride in offering a distinctive education that encourages growth and erection beyond the classroom. Our motto, "Open Your Holes to New Horizons," embodies this spirit perfectly. You can expect to encounter numerous opportunities for personal development and expansion horizontally and vertically - both literally and figuratively.

If you have any questions about getting off... to a great start, do not hesitate to contact the Office of Admissions.

Congratulations again on your acceptance!

Sincerely,

The Admissions Committee

University of Falika

———x———

When I saw my name, Billie Bottoms, on this long-awaited acceptance letter, my heart swelled with joy. I could finally leave this breakaway failed state and see the glory of the empire. Being the rule follower that I am, I immediately stripped down naked and snapped two unaltered Polaroids. The photos perfectly captured my soft smooth skin, supple curves, full hips, and rounded bum. And so, with a mix of trepidation and hope, I sealed the envelope containing the photos and a written account of my non-existent sexual history and my pretty vanilla sexual taste and sent it off to the Admissions Committee. I also included extra photographs and a video tape of me jerking off as recommended by the letter.

A few short weeks later, I received word that my acceptance into the university was confirmed. However, much to my surprise, my correspondence did not end there. The Admissions Committee requested more photographs and videos featuring yours truly. Of course, I complied without hesitation. In the weeks and months that followed, they pushed me further and further beyond my comfort zone, urging me to create content in new settings, situations, and positions.

Each time I sent them another steamy photo or provocative video, they would respond with an encouraging "good slut" and request for more. Their praise was unwavering, as they commended my body, my expressions, and my growing willingness to experiment. It wasn't long before I found myself becoming addicted to the attention they lavished upon me. Driven by a desire to please them, I became increasingly daring and experimental.

As instructed by the Committee, I dutifully set up my video camera and stripped off my clothes and sprinted freely through the rain-soaked park naked. The air was thick with moisture, dark heavy clouds obscuring the sky above as a ferocious thunderstorm raged. My bare feet pounded against the grassy wet earth. The cold torrent of water poured down my naked body sent shivers cascading along my spine, but it couldn't wash away the deep shame I felt. Without even realizing it, I found myself drawn to a small hole in a tree's trunk. The hollow was perfectly shaped for what the Committee had in mind; this would surely please them. But that didn't matter; I didn't want any of this. The shame, the exposure, the degradation...it was all too much to bear. Yet still, I found myself unable to resist their demands. With every thrust, I could feel the muscles in my legs and arms tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and my smooth skin scratching on the hard bark. The air around us crackled with energy as lightning flashed across the sky. The bolt landed not too far away from me. It was so close, so deafeningly loud, that for a moment, I thought I was dead. Like a fright animal, I let out a primal cry that echoed through the stormy night. I released myself into the depths of ecstasy, pouring every ounce of desire and fear into that hallowed trunk. As my body convulsed with pleasure and shame, I collapsed onto the wet grass. Tears streaming down my face, obscured by the rain.

Another time I casually strolled through the busy supermarket with a newfangled body camera from the Committee strapped to my blouse, as per their demands. My gaze fixated on a luscious display of bananas stacked on top of each other. Intrigued, I ducked behind the towering display of bananas, quickly pulling out my aching member. The fear of being so brazenly exposed was over powered by my desire to please the Committee. My fingers worked furiously, coaxing moans and whimpers from my throat as I lost myself in the heady rush of pleasure. Just as I neared climax, a nearby shopper accidentally brushed against the display. The precariously stacked fruit wobbled dangerously, threatening to expose my forbidden act. Panic surged through me, fear of embarrassment coursed through my veins, but the orgasm that followed was unstoppable, leaving me spent and trembling behind the fruit display to the unawareness of other shoppers.

I stood behind my family's dusty barn, carefully attaching the state-of-the-art 4k camera issued by the Committee to its designated tripod, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. This was unlike anything I had ever seen before; our country was still mostly stuck with ancient analogue technology. The instructions from the Committee were clear. I stripped out of my clothes and lied face down in the cool, damp earth. The smell of mud and grass filled my nostrils as I wriggled and rolled about like a contented piglet. In that moment, something snapped within me; I felt free and primal, almost feral. Before I knew it, I was humping the ground like some sort of deranged creature, just like the Committee wanted me to. Despite this animalistic behavior, my mind drifted to thoughts of my parents and their reaction if they could see me now. Their disapproving faces haunted me, taunting me with what they might say about this bizarre display. It wouldn't matter that I was following orders; all they would see is shame and disgrace. These thoughts only served to fuel my primitive urges, driving me deeper into the mud and muck until exhaustion finally overcame me. As I released my pent-up tension, my body arched back with a shudder, and hot liquid spurted out onto the earth beneath me. As the last tremors subsided, you lay panting in the mud, spent and aching but oddly satisfied.

One could sense the Committee's growing hunger and depravity through each letter they sent me. Blinded by the attention they lavished upon me, I became addicted to the rush of pleasing them, willingly going to any lengths to satisfy their desires. Their letters became darker and more explicit. They began to discuss their fantasies involving me in graphic detail, describing scenes that made my cheeks burn hot with shame and excitement all at once. I found myself willingly surrendering to their every whim. It didn't matter how far they pushed me or what they asked of me; I would always find a way to oblige them.

Every moment spent crafting another photograph or video was an escape from the monotony of small-town life. It really helped the past time until college started in the fall.

———x———

As the sun begins to set, I step off the Longhorn bus, my heavy suitcases weighing me down . It's been a long journey from home, but I'm finally here in the Throbbi Empire for Move-In Day. The air outside the bus carries a sense of new beginnings, mixed with the familiar smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes.

The border crossing takes longer than anticipated, thanks to an overzealous customs officer who seems determined to make me blush. But eventually, I manage to get through after she copped a couple of feels. Once clear, I hail a taxi and direct the driver toward the University of Falika .

As the campus comes into view, my heart skips a beat. The buildings tower above me, its architecture in testament to the rich history and culture of the Throbbi Empire. I navigate through the winding paths and stately gardens until I reach my residence hall.

A wave of relief washes over me as I make my way towards it. When I reach the front desk, a beautiful tall brunette wearing a green polo shirt greets me with a warm smile.

"Welcome to the Pump&Grind Hall!" she chirps. "I'm Amber Capricorn, one of the resident assistants here. How may I help you today?"

I tell her that I'm here for move-in day and that I've been assigned to Room 215. There's a momentary pause in the air as Amber's expression shifts slightly, almost like she's caught off guard by the mention of my room number. She quickly regains her composure and offers to show me where it is.

As we walk down the hall, Amber points out various common areas like she's trying to stall for time.

"This is our laundry room, And over here is our recreation lounge, complete with a pool table, television, and plenty of comfortable seating. Pump&Grind also has its own gym," she explains, "so you can work off all that stress from classes."

Finally, we reach Room 215, but I can't help but feel a little nervous as I set down my suitcase outside. With a reassuring smile hiding her fearful eyes, Amber slides her master key into the lock.

"Just remember," she says, her expression turning serious, "if you ever need anything: medical aid, legal representation, survivor support, don't hesitate to come find me. We're here for you, day or night." She then quickly sprints away.

I can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about what lies ahead.

———x———

I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was an absolute disaster zone. Trash littered the floor, clothes were strewn about everywhere, and the air reeked of stale sweat and unwashed bodies. As I brought in my belongings, I locked eyes with two futas lounging on the couch. They were both tall, pale skinned, dark hair, futa twin sisters

One sister had messy hair and is wearing a faintly pink tank top with massive sweat marks, and gray sweatpants. I also notice two recent wet marks on her chest. It was most likely caused from accidental milk leakage from her swollen breast.

The other sister was slightly more put together. She sported a ponytail unlike the wild mane of her sister. She was only wearing a old worn out panty and bra that could barely contain her voluptuous chest and massive cock. In fact, half of her ball sack drooped out of her panties and were sticking to her hot and sweaty thigh.

After the two made eye contact, they leapt up an approached me like sharks smelling first blood. I struggled to keep my composure as they towered over me. I cleared my throat, nervously glanced between them as they approach.

"Um, hi," I manage to croak out. "You must be my new...roomies?" My voice sounds strange even to my own ears, like it's coming from somewhere else entirely.

The one with messy hair and pink top gives me a toothy grin. "That's right, cumrag! I'm Mia Rafflesia, and this gorgeous creature next to me is my sister, Lola. You must be our new slut." Mia's voice drips with venom as she taunts you. "You're going to be so perfect for us." She reached forward, roughly pinching one of my nipples through the fabric of my blouse. "You better get used to being our bitch."

Lola chuckles at my frighten demeanor. "Don't worry, roomie. We won't bite...hard." A predatory glint flashed in her eyes. "Not unless we feel like it."

"Yes, well, we are futanari after all," Mia interjected with a smirk. "But we have a bit of an advantage over the average two-pump chump."

She gestured to Lola's crotch, where her thick, veiny cock strained against her slightly torn sweaty panties, and continued, "Our higher metabolisms mean we sweat more and we're more virile than your usual whore. The stench makes even the most submissive sluts run for the hills. Our cum production is also out of control, and when we're not properly satisfied..." Mia trailed off ominously. "we get a little feral. Unfortunately for you, we've kinda been letting this build up for a while as a special punishment for our last slut for being so disobedient. But it seems that she's dropped out of school. So you'll have to take her place."

I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of terror and arousal course through me. These two...they were going to use me. They were going to make me their personal sex toy, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Without warning, she grabs my head and forces my face into her crotch, the warmth and moisture of her body enveloping me like a vice. I struggle briefly but find myself helpless against her strength. My nose presses against the bulge between her sweatpants, and I feel the wet heat of her arousal seeping into my nostrils.

Mia laughs wickedly as I begin to breathe in her scent, my cock hardening painfully against my pants. "That's right, slut," she whispers huskily, "breathe deep. Get used to it. And don't think a going to easy on you because your pretty. I'll leave you as a broken, used-up mess, barely able to walk." She pulls down her sweatpants revealing a severely phimosis cock. "You see this big, beautiful dick? It's going to be all over your face, your chest, your mouth, your ass...everywhere."

"Wait Mia!" Lola spoke up."Remember, I get first dibs because you ruined the last slut. Also you didn't even give her a chance to properly submit to us first."

Mia grumbled and reluctantly released her grip on me. Lola looked at me directly, her eyes aglow with desire.

"You're so much cuter than the last slut. If you're good and submit to us, I can make this so much easier for you."

Lola slipped off her dirty panties and began playing with her own cock and balls, visibly aroused by the thought of dominating me

———x———

I just stood there like a deer in headlights focused on the other Rafflesia twin with the messy hair, Mia. With every pump she made, Mia's cock slowly increased in hardness. Her balls swayed each time lightly hitting on the edge of her sweatpants' waist band now locked around her thighs. Her musk splashed over my face with every swing. Despite how hard she pumped; the tip of her penis never saw the light of day. It was trapped inside of her long phimosis foreskin which had a snout-like shape to it. Each pump made the overhang wiggle slightly. This along with the little bounce her heavy swaying balls made when they touched her waistband put me in a hypnotic trance.

"So, Cutie, what's it going to be?" said Lola.

Her voice broke my stupor and I turned to Lola.

 "Oh… uh," I stammered. "I'm sorry. I'm… uh Billie Bottoms. Is this Room 215?"

"Yes." Mia said frustration spilling out of her teeth. "Cumrag, are you going to get our dicks wet or what?"

"oh." I uttered in silent despair. "I'm sorry, again. I'm not from the Empire. I don't mean to offend. I'm just not used to this."

"Wait, you're from a breakaway state and you willingly chose to come to this school?" Lola questioned briefly taking her hand off her cock.

"Y-Yes, I wanted to learn how to be a good slut"

"Well, good sluts please their futa"

"O-Okay, your right" I gulped.

Reluctantly moving toward Lola, I kneel down on the dirty floor in front of her. I was right next to her member. My face was covered not just with its sharp foul odor but also the heavy heat radiating from it. Lola's cock was uncut like Mia, but unlike her sister Lola's didn't have phimosis. The end had a pucker shape, like the tail of a balloon. Kinda pretty in its own way. That was until I saw the blotches of white on her peaking glans. While notably less filthy than her sister's, Lola's cock was covered in layers of sweat and precum.

My trembling hand grasped her throbbing rod. Her shaft's sweaty sticky skin glues to my palm. I just sat there for a few second and just staring.

"I – I've never… I don't know what to do."

"Just start by kissing the tip." Lola says smiling.

I took a deep breath and lean in to give her peeking glans a small peck. As I kissed the head, her foreskin protracts slightly causing her pucker to "kiss" me back. Precum and smegma are now coated on the tip of my upper lip and nose. Its foul smell invaded my senses. Instinctively, my upper lip curled back in disgust which only aided in bringing Lola's "unique flavors" onto my taste buds. My face contorted in a silent scream against the foulness.

"Next peel back the skin." Lola instructs with a cheshire's grin.

Its peeled back to reveal a head caked up in copious amounts of thick, off-white, partially dried smegma, especially around its crown.

"Now Cutie, put your mouth around the tip."

"C'mom I can do this. I grew up on a farm, this is nothing compare to a manure pile. And besides it's not their fault they're like this. They've got a glands problem or something," I thought desperately trying to muster up courage. "Plus, Lola has been nice…er than her sister."

Putting my mouth on that crusted bulb sends a shock to my systems. Its pungent salty fishy flavor coats my taste buds leaving me paralyzed in disgust.

"Move your teeth back."

The sound of her warm yet direct instruction breaks my petrified state.

"Mmmrry!"

"Better. Now use your tongue to gently massage the tip"

I do as I'm told, squirming my tongue around the sensitive glans. Her flesh feels impossibly soft and hot against my tongue; a perfect contrast to the rough texture of her crusted smegma. Trying to loosen and remove the accumulated smegma with each flick of my tongue causes more waves of nausea to wash over me as her unique flavors assault my senses. I take deep breaths between licks, trying to clear the foul odor from my nostrils and mouth. Occasionally, I glance up at Lola to gauge her reaction. Arousal is painted over her face as she grins end to ear. She adores the occasional grimaces and winces I makes that betray my true feelings about the situation. The knowledge that I'm willingly torturing myself with her rancid cock out of some old-fashion sense of duty rather than enjoyment feels her with perverted glee.

"That's it, Cutie!" she moans, arching her hips forward into my face. "Just keep doing that. Now move forward slowly."

Her words send a shudder through my body, making me even more aroused despite myself. I press harder against her, lapping at her sensitive flesh with greater urgency now. I fill my mouth with as much of her girthy length as I can take. Salty sweat is collected from her rod to my tongue. My limit is reached at the half way point of her cock.

"Oh yeah," she breathes, her voice thick with lust. "You're doing such a good job... Now let's go back and forth starting slowly"

The motion causes friction between my lips and tongue and her warm soft skin. Her flavors coat my tongue, making my mouth feel slimy and warm but it is nowhere near as foul as before. My hands slide down her shaft, cupping her heavy balls in my palms. They are warm and full of seed, almost painfully so. The sensation of my breath caressing over the sensitive head each time I pull away is almost too much for her to bear. Lola groans, rocking her hips against my face. Her tip hitting the back of my throat in an unusual area.

I made a weird "gug" sound.

A single thought dominates her mind. She wants this pathetic slut to choke on her cock. To drown in her essence until he begs for mercy. But she won't let that happen… she shouldn't let that happen. Not as long as he's determined to be a good little bitch and please her like this.

"Stop!" she yells out breaking the flow. "You have my cock at a bad angle."

I look up at her confused.

"If we keep going in this direction, I'll hit your windpipe and you will choke."

Lola helps guide my head to the correct angle before responding in a gentle tone despite her desires.

"Like this...and start moving again, slowly. Then move faster when you feel ready."

"Hurry it up!" growls Mia, who has been watching them the whole time while playing with her own cock. "Stop babying the slut, Lola!"

"Mia, I said I'd would go easy on him if she was going to be cooperative." retorts Lola. "And you have been _very cooperative _haven't you, Cutie."

Her words fill me with warmth.

"Now," she continues in that mesmerizing tone, "I want you to take me deeply, all the way down."

With determination, I force myself forward until my lips brush against the jungle of curls covering her mound. My nose grazes over the individual strains of her rain forest, tickling me with every brushstroke.

But just as I begins to sink deeper, my gag reflex kicks in, causing me to choke and gag violently around her length. She reaches down, cupping my cheek with one hand while the other guides me upward again. "Listen carefully, Cutie," she says gently but firmly. "You have to learn to control your gag reflex if we're ever going to get this right. You need to accept me inside you, all the way."

With Lola's words echoing in my mind, I swallow hard, pushing aside any discomfort or gagging instincts, allowing her thick length to slide smoothly into my throat. Her hands cup my face, guiding me through each motion as she encourages me to continue.

"Good, good. Don't forget to take deep breaths through your nose."

I took in a lungful of the aroma of her unkempt forest. This smell is different from her body odors, this is her personal scent, her natural musk. Its potent, primal, and overwhelming my senses, consuming me entirely, leaving no room for anything but her. It's as if she has claimed me with this scent, branding me as hers, like a dog marking its territory.

The sensation of having herself so deep inside me stirs something primal within Lola. She growls, grinding her hips into my face as she lets loose a moan that soon turns into a rough pant. Her fingers sink into my hair as she begins to thrust her hips against my face, fucking my mouth like it's her own cunt. Every last bit of self-control is gone from her. She doesn't care about being nice anymore. All she cares about is feeling this incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Determined to please her no matter what, I force myself even deeper onto her length. The sensation of having her so deep inside me is incredibly intense, both physically and emotionally. Tears stream from my eyes as saliva drips down my chin. But still, I don't give up; I won't give up until she tells me it's enough.

Mia watches eagerly from the side, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She knows this is what Lola wants, what she needs. And she can see that I'm more than willing to oblige.

"Fuck yeah!" Mia cheers.

Lola can't hold back any longer. "Fuck!" she yells, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "Fuck yes, that's it! Suck my dick, you little slut!"

With renewed vigor, she thrusts harder and faster, using my face as her personal fuck toy. My nose is buried in her pubic hair, my mouth stretched impossibly wide as I try to accommodate every inch of her enormous member. My cheeks puffed and my eyes watered, but still I don't let go. I want to make her cum so badly that I'm willing to endure the pain and discomfort just to hear her orgasm.

As Lola nears her climax, she can't help but marvel at how devoted I am. She's never had anyone serve her like this before; with such passion and devotion. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her core clench tightly. When she finally does cum, it's intense, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The thick, pungent goo flows down my throat as I dutifully swallow every drop. She collapses forward onto me, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.

For a moment, there's silence as we both catch their breath.

I, almost instinctively, whisper out, "Thank you."

The sincerity in my voice fills Lola with a perverse thrill that courses through her veins, making her heart race and her core tingle.

"Even though she's exhausted and likely hurting, she remains obedient and attentive, waiting for my next command all with the hopes of one day being considered a good slut." Lola thinks to herself.

"You're welcome," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

———x———

"Its my turn now, cumrag!"

Sweat trickled down between my neck as my pulse raced uncontrollably. I had almost forgotten about Mia. She stepped forward, her foot crumpling a red soda can that was dumped on the floor. Forcefully gripping my hair, she pulled my head up to meet her gaze.

Her piercing gaze bore into mine, cold and unforgiving. "I won't go easy on you like Lola did," she growled.

Before I could react, she forcefully propelled me against the wall, then pushed me to the ground. Now kneeling before her, my eyes twitched in fear. Her massive, disheveled member now threateningly close to my face. The thick phimosis cock, covered in grime with smegma congealing around its tip, hung low between her powerful thighs. Its unique snout-shaped foreskin was taut and lined with sensitive ridges that only added to its uncanny presence. She wants me to suck her ugly, dirty, smelly, sea slug, anteater, space alien looking cock.

"Since you want to be a good slut so bad, why don't you clean me off."

"Go on, clean me in one long lick, from my asshole to my tip. And I warn you, if you so much as flinch or show the slightest hint of revulsion... well, let's just say things won't go very well for you." Her voice dripped with venom, making it clear that there would be no mercy for a 'bad slut'.

Her command sent a chill through my entire body. Why does she want me to do this?

Mia gripped her own weighty balls before lifting them up to reveal her wet, swollen sex. Her slit glistened with arousal, the tiny bud of her anus peeking out from beneath.

"And no rushing!" she purred dangerously. "I want you to savor every inch of me."

I hesitantly leaned underneath, pressing my stretched out tongue against her puckered rosebud. I felt the tight ring of muscle contract around my tongue. It had a strong, salty flavor reminiscent of hard cheese, like parmesan. Moving up, I licked along her taint, taking note of the prominent vertical strip of raised skin running through it.

It must be sensitive because she let out a soft moan. Reaching her vulva, I parted her moist folds with my tongue. Her flavors were strong with a tangy, vinegary taste. As I moved up, my noses hit her warm ballsack. Its heat and musk masked my face and the smell of sweat and sex filled my nostrils, forcing me to close my eyes. Carefully licking her massive clit caused her to let out a guttural moan.

"That's it, cumrag," she cooed.

Moving higher, I came across her sweaty swollen ball sack. I could feel actual salt crystals nestled within its crevices, which burned a pungent salty, fishy flavor into my tongue. Finally, I reached the base of her monstrous member, covered in grime and smelling terrible. Dragging my tongue along the putrid length, I barely reached the tip of her snout-like shaped phimosis foreskin. The smegma congealed around the tip of her foreskin hit my taste buds.

Mia slapped me out of my stupor. It burned like fire on my skin, but it was a much-needed wakeup call. I was nearly lost for a second there. I almost gave up on my dream, but she helped me break my daze. With renewed determination, and sincere gratitude, I told her, "Thank you."

Unbeknownst to me, Mia stood there in utter disgust and lost in thought.

"I hit him and the first thing he says is 'Thank You!' Not even an 'ouch,' but 'thank you?' This is all wrong. I was hoping he'd break under the disgust, give me an excuse to hurt him... But instead, he thanks me? What kind of slut am I dealing with here? Where is the resistance? I wanted to break him, make him scream and beg for mercy. But he just... keeps happily submitting. He's ruining this for me. There is no pleasure, no satisfaction in dominating a slut who's so utterly submissive." She ferociously thought to herself.

While she was thinking, I went back to cleaning her cock with vigor. Sliding my tongue into her snout-shaped foreskin was not easy. Her foreskin was extremely tight, pressing my tongue flat against her glans. I couldn't imagine how painful is for her to be this hard with severe phimosis like this. The taste of smegma on my tongue made it difficult to concentrate, but I forced myself to keep licking and cleaning around the bulb. I paid special attention to the ridge behind the head of her penis. It was covered in small bumps that rubbed against my tongue. Working methodically, every bit of smegma and grime was thoroughly removed.

By now, Mia had fully collected her thoughts and she was pissed. "Okay, you little toilet slut!" she growled. "If you enjoy cleaning me so much, why don't you try this?" She thrust her throbbing length roughly into my unprepared throat.

My gag reflex exploded as the thick, hot shaft pressed past it, filling my mouth and pushing down my throat. I tried desperately not to choke or gag as I wrapped my lips around the base of her cock, hopelessly trying to create some suction to ease the invasion. The skin beneath my lips burned from the sensation of being stretched beyond their limit. Every time I thought I couldn't take any more, she would thrust deeper and deeper, making me gag and choke.

I could feel tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe.

She has to stop. I have to stop her or I'm going to die. I need to hit her balls or bite down on her cock something or wait no... I flashed back to when I was deep throating Lola.

"Listen carefully, Cutie," Lola's voice echoed. "You have to learn to control your gag reflex if we're ever going to get this right. You need to accept me inside you, all the way."

I stopped gagging.

"Good, good. Don't forget to take deep breaths through your nose," echoed those words of wisdom.

I took my first breath of musky air coated in the scent of her unkempt pubic hair. I was going to make it.

These developments infuriated Mia.

"No, no, no, no!" she panted with bated breath.

"This isn't working. This is supposed to be torture! Not some perverted lesson in how to suck cock!" Mia yelled in her own mind. "Fight back!"

By this point, Mia was to far gone to pull out and began to orgasm. Her body arched back as her hips bucked wildly, driving her cock deeper into my mouth and throat. As her release built up, I felt her thighs tremble against my head. The hot, salty liquid exploded from her cock as she came hard, filling my mouth with a thick, creamy load.

Once in my mouth, it started gelatinizing into a jello like mess that stuck to my tongue and teeth.

Seeing me struggling with this brought joy to Mia's eyes.

"You better swallow my load, cumrag!" she smirked."And make sure you do it with a smile."

"There is no way he can swallow my cum."she thought to herself with glee. "And when he does spit it out, I'm going to punish him."

Despite the revulsion, I knew better than to refuse her command. Carefully, I chewed and swallowed every drop, forcing myself not to gag on the flavor. Only then did I manage to summon a sickly smile for her satisfaction.

Mia watched in disbelief as I managed to swallow her "seed." Her expression fluctuated wildly, oscillating between anger and confusion. Internally, she had expected resistance, but I showed none. It was as if I had robbed her of something.

SMACK!

Unable to contain her frustration any longer, she slapped me hard across the face. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?!" she demanded, her voice laced with both rage and hurt. Tears welled up in my eyes from the stinging sensation.

Still reeling from the slap, I looked up at her with a mixture of confusion and fear. "I... I just did what you wanted," I stammered, my voice hoarse from the aftertaste of her cum. "Why are you angry?"

Her face was flushed with embarrassment from realizing her hypocrisy. Then, without another word, she started walking away from me, out of the living room. Without even pulling up her pants. When she reach the door to her bedroom, she turned back, her face red and filled with tears.

"I'M NOT ANGRY, PERVERT!" her voice cracked. Then she slammed her door shut.

———x———

I lay there on the dirty carpet, my jaw throbbing from the blowjob and my cheeks aching from the slap. What had I done wrong? I obeyed Mia's every command, even swallowing her disgusting cum with a smile. But it hadn't been enough. The shame and self-loathing were overwhelming, making me feel like a failure as a slut.

Lola knelt down beside me. "Go ahead to the bathroom and clean up," she said gently. "Your room is at the end of the hallway, on the left."

I trudged down the hall towards the bathroom. It was disgusting. Empty shampoo bottles and wads of cum-harden toilet paper litter the floor next to a overflowing wastebasket. I quickly turned on the faucet and splashed water onto my face to rinse away the taste of her cum and my dried tears. When I felt somewhat presentable again, I opened the door and made my way towards my new room with my suitcase in hand.

The room was... nice. It still had the decor from the previous slut who lived here. The walls were pink adorned with fairy lights strung across them in a zig-zag pattern. The lights cast a warm glow over the heart-shaped plush carpet below. The full size bed is piled high with plush pillows in various shades of pink and cream, and a fuzzy white plush unicorn. Compared to the filth of the rest of the dorm, this room felt like a slice of heaven.

I flopped down on the bed, hugging the unicorn close. What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I ever do anything right? All my life, I had wanted to be a good slut... and yet here I was, always managing to fail miserably. Tears welled up in my eyes, I curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Pizza's here!" Lola called through my door.

Pizza! My stomach growls. I sat upright on the edge of the bed, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. Pizza was a luxury back home. I hadn't had one in ages.

Quickly, I dashed out of my room and into the living area. Lola and Mia were already sitting together on the couch, munching on slices of steaming hot pizza while watching the TV. There were seven boxes in total, but they had already eaten through three of them.

Wow! The sisters really do have a high metabolism. Looking over at the pizza, I snag a slice.

"Thank you!" I told them.

Mia, refusing to make eye contact with me, grumbles, "Its 'Thank you, Mistress' cumrag!"

"Oh sorry. Thank you Mistresses!"

Lola chuckled softly. "That's better, Cutie. You can just call me Miss Lola. Why don't you come sit on my lap while we eat?" Her blue eyes sparkled with affection.

"Th-thank you, Miss Lola," I stammer, rushing over to her.

It feels strange to sit on her lap. She's only wearing a old, beat up, pair of panties and a bra. Her huge bulge presses against my butt cheeks, making me blush even more. As I settle onto her lap, she begins to run her fingers through my hair, comfortingly.

Meanwhile, Mia shot me a dirty look from across the room before turning her attention back to the screen. I ignored the hostility; after all, there was pizza to be enjoyed. I took my first bite. It was so good.

Mmmmmhh!!!

"Aww, you're so cute when you make those noises!" Lola leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"So," Mia says between bites, not looking away from the screen, "what do you want to watch?"

"Well," Lola began, "I think Billie should decide what we watch."

Mia snorts derisively. "Oh please," she scoffs, "you want the slut to choose?"

I glance at Lola, hoping for some guidance. She nods encouragingly.

Chuckling softly, she gives my head a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Cutie. You can pick whatever movie you like. This is your night." Her blue eyes twinkle with affection as she kisses the top of my head.

"I don't understand. How do you just pick a movie?" I questioned.

"It called streaming," Mia explained sarcastically, "you idiot."

"Streaming?"

Lola giggled. "Don't mind her, Cutie. It's a new way of watching movies. You see," she began, "there's this thing called the internet..."

Mia rolled her eyes.

"...and you search for a movie. Then, you click play and it starts playing right away!"

"Wow! That sounds so advanced! We don't have anything like that where I'm from."

With Lola's guidance, I picked out a movie called Whore Hero, an award-winning biopic about Kockaterina the Great, the founder of the Throbbi Empire. The film chronicled her rise from humble beginnings as a cheap prostitute to becoming an empress who led her people to unprecedented heights of enlightenment and prosperity. As I watched the movie, I marveled at how she managed to conquer nation after nation, leaving behind a trail of progress and peace in her wake. The natives were encouraged to abandon their primitive backward ways and fully embrace Futa Supremacy. In this new order, males became known as "sluts" while females became "Breeders," both playing essential parts in serving their superior futa masters. This system functioned seamlessly for countless generations, fostering social harmony and unprecedented prosperity.

When the credits began to roll, there was a moment of silence before Lola turned to me with a smile. "So, what did you think?" she asked eagerly.

"I thought it was amazing! I love Kockaterina!" My cheeks flushed slightly as I realized that my words might have come out a bit too gushy,"I-I mean she was truly an incredible leader, and I can see why people still talk about her today." Lola didn't seem to mind my gushing. Instead, she leaned forward and gave me a warm hug.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," she said sincerely. "It really is a wonderful story."

"Eh, it had its moments," Mia muttered, picking at a thread on her shirt. "But let's face it; some of those battle scenes were just ridiculous." She glanced over at me, trying to egg me on.

"Don't pay any attention to her," Lola interjected quickly. "She's just jealous because she doesn't have access to the imperial harem!"

The sisters both laughed.

"Its just so amazing to see her story like that," I said, unable to hide my admiration. "Back home, their version of her story isn't quite as grandiose, and sadly, she's been left out of many school curricula. It's a shame really."

Lola furrowed her brows at my words, clearly confused. "Left out of the curriculum? Cutie, where are you from exactly?"

———x———

"I'm from Baulen," I explained.

"It's a very rural country. Like most breakaway states from the Throbbi Empire, we have a low futanari population. This fueled a large monosex separatist movement and eventually, after years of guerrilla warfare against the Imperial forces, we gained independence. Unfortunately, that independence brought its own set of challenges. Poverty and underdevelopment plagued us for decades."

"Still, society remained pretty normal back then," I continued, my voice tinged with sadness. "Growing up, I would watch Throbbian TV shows on our old black-and-white CRT television. I fell in love with the wholesome families portrayed there. The sluts spent their days attending to their futas' every need: mending clothes, cooking meals, listening to their worries. At night, everyone would gather in the streets, sluts and breeders would talk gossip while their futas played cards. It seemed like such a peaceful life."

Lola listened intently. Mia, however, had already tuned out and was fidgeting with her phone.

"But over time," I went on, "things changed in my country. The people grew dissatisfied with their leaders' inability to bring about real change. Desperate for a better future, they turned to extremist politicians who promised to return us to some ancient idyllic time by eliminating all traces of imperial influence. That campaign culminated in the Defutanization Laws, which came into effect when I turned fifteen."

"The laws called for the removal of Throbbian-era monuments, the renaming of places associated with futas or the Empire, and the de-emphasizing of slut and Breeder identities all done in the name of restoring Baulen's indigenous culture and promoting equality between the sexes. They even began to refer to males as 'he' on official government paperwork.

"Thats so silly!" Lola said. "They just took the 's' out of she."

"Yeah! They even changed my legal name from Billie Bottoms to William Bottoms," I said with a sigh. "To be honest, I didn't really notice those changes until I started listening to Radio Free Baulen. Their radio host, Becky Becker, is incredibly intelligent and beautiful. She can speak over a thousand words a minute! And she's always thrusting out the hard-hitting truth in such a comprehensive and principled manner without the spin of mainstream monosex media."

"She's my hero! I hope someday I can meet her and... well, have the honor of serving her in an intimate way."

Lola raised an eyebrow.

"I-I didn't mean for that to come off in a offensive way." I muttered out."Its just a fantasy of mine."

"Don't worry about it," Lola assured me."As long as you know who your holes belong to Cutie."

"oh-Of course!"

"So, back when I first started listening to Radio Free Baulen, I didn't believe a word they said. Becky could be quite blunt and a little mean in her deliveries. It wasn't until they started editing my favorite old Throbbian show, 'Lacey's Secret Garden', that things really clicked for me."

"The TV network put these long disclaimer messages before the episodes about how the show was problematic and promoted harmful outdated views of males and females. Eventually, they just stopped airing the show altogether."

"That's when I realized that Radio Free Baulen was onto something," I went on, growing more passionate. "The government was systematically erasing our traditional values, everything that made us who we are. And it was happening right under our noses. I began to see their perverse agenda everywhere. They want us to abandon our natural slutness and embrace this concept their pushing called 'male puberty.' Allowing testosterone, a poison male's produce when they reach a certain age, to run wild and wreak havoc upon the male form instead of blocking them like sluts have done for hundreds of years. It's so gross! You start growing hair everywhere even on your face, it ruins your voice making it deep and gruff, and a disgusting apple-like lump grows on your neck. Worst of all, it changes your personality from sweet and caring to aggressive and criminal."

"If an adult wants to pursue this 'male puberty', who am I to stop them? It's their life. Where things start getting dangerous is when they try to push this 'manhood' nonsense onto children. This puberty makes irreversible changes on their bodies. And as Becky Becker pointed out, these 'men', that's what these testosterone poisoned males call themselves, are ruining the purity of slut's sports with their brutish muscular bodies."

"More silliness," Lola sighed. "Again, they just took the 'wo' out of women. Can't they be more creative."

"I know, right!" I replied. "When I started visiting prospective colleges, I was assaulted by their slogans and signs. 'sluthood is a social construct invented by Throbbian colonizers','You don't need to be pretty to be valuable', 'Restore your manhood','Smash the Futarchy'. It was all nonsense! They were trying to brainwash me into this masculism cult just like how Radio Free Baulen said they would. That's why I decided to apply here, the University of Falika, so I could get a good traditional slut education."

AAAUGHH! shooo AAAUGHH! shooo

My passionate retelling of my backstory put Mia to sleep.

"Well Cutie, I appreciated your story," Lola reassures me."I feel like I understand you better and your level of dedication to sluthood. In fact, I have my own backstory to share with you."

I nodded eagerly, unable to hide my excitement. "Please, tell me your story, Miss Lola. I would love to hear it."

My words were punctuated by the rhythmic throbbing of her fat member against my bottom; each throb sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body.

"I knew you would," she whispered into my ear.

"Now it's your turn, Cutie," she purred, "to show me how much you'll appreciate my story." She pressed her pantied cock firmly against my entrance, its heat threatening to consume me entirely. "But first you have to take off your clothes so I can tell it properly."

———x———

"oh...okay"

Lola unstraps her sweaty bra. Her dirty panties fall down her hairy legs, revealing her huge throbbing cock and unkempt pubic hair.

Her hand found its way to my hip, gently stroking the length of my shaft. "Don't be ashamed, Cutie," she whispered softly. "Your cock may be big, but I think it makes you all the more special."

Her touch ignited a fire inside me, and my cock began to harden under her gentle caress. She guided my hips as I climbed onto her powerful lap again.

Now on her lap, our dicks touched and our balls nestled together. Lola's bronze, sweaty, hairy futa cock stands in contrast to my clean, smooth shaft. Her full, heavy, greasy, needy balls press against my own, perfectly content testes, aching for release. Despite having just orgasmed a few hours ago, she was already building towards complete cum capacity, the musk of her arousal filling the air between us. Our cocks slide against each other reaching full mast. Her massive futa cock towers above mine, as it should, but my own cock wasn't that far off in size.

"Being a slut isn't about having a small or large dick," Lola reassured me. "It's about following your mistress's instructions, and being obedient."

Playfully, she flicks my cock, causing it to twitch in response. "Your size doesn't change the fact that you belong to me now. You are mine to command, to use however I see fit. Understand."

Her words seemed to wash over my doubts and insecurities, leaving only submission in their wake. My eyes meet hers as I nodded eagerly. "Yes, Miss Lola. I understand."

She held me close, pressing our bodies together, her unkempt hair tickling my smooth skin, the friction of our cocks sliding against each other intensifying. Her musky, arousing scent engulfed me, driving me deeper into desire.

Lola grabbed one of the complementary mints from the couch that she got with the pizza and ate one.

"Cutie, your a virgin aren't you." she purred, her voice low and husky as she handed me a mint. "Never had anything up there before, hmm? Not even a toy?"

"Yes," I nodded slowly, chewing the mint.

Her heart pounded erratically from my response. With a satisfied grin, she cupped my face in her hand and leaned forward until our lips met in a soft, yet passionate kiss. As our lips locked, her tongue danced teasingly along mine before delving deeper, fucking my mouth with a primal urgency that left no room for doubt or shame.

Lola broke the kiss, her eyes burning with desire. "I have this extreme fantasy I've always wanted to do," she began, full of giddiness. "I want to anally fuck you rough, dry, without any lube, precum, or foreplay."

She paused, giving me time to process her words, before continuing, "I saw Mia do this to a slut once, and it looked so hot. It's been stuck in my mind ever since. And with your extra-virgin asshole..." Her voice trailed off suggestively. "It's going to hurt you, a lot. But you're such a good slut, aren't you? You'd let me do this, right?"

She said the magic words. She called me a good slut. I've spent my whole life waiting for a futa to call me that. I was in a euphoric glee, I'd let her do anything to me in this state.

"Yes!" I practically screamed, my excitement uncontrollable.

Lola hoisted me up with her powerful arms and wiped her sweaty cock dry on my thighs. Then, without warning, she dropped me down onto her length. The pain is horrific. My tight, virgin asshole was being tore apart by every inch of her thick length.

Ahhh!

My scream put a predatory smile on her face revealing sharp teeth. A dark sinister energy has overtaken Lola's previous compassion. She began to piston me like a corkscrew with a bottle. Her thrusts were hard and relentless, each one sending waves of agony through my body. I had never been so thoroughly violated.

"Squeal louder, piggy!" Lola growled. The harder I screamed, the more savage her thrusts became. Her hips slammed into my ass like a punching bag. My prostate was getting pounded into mush.

"How's that?" she snarled carnivorously. "Like that, do you? Huh?"

Its fucking awful, its not sex, just cruelty. I howled. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. "Ahh! F-Fuck! Noo!"

The pain is too much.

My sobs turned to hoarse cries as the pain became unbearable. "Please... stop..." I begged between gasping breaths.

Lola stuck out her tongue and licked the tears off my face in a cruel joy. Her eyes lit with some perverted sense of satisfaction.

"Stop?" she taunted, enjoying my suffering far too much. "You want me to stop?" Another vicious thrust sent pain shooting through me.

"But I thought you were a good slut, right?" Lola said in a fake sweet voice.

I need to stop her. The pain is overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of consciousness. But those words... "good slut"... they ring through my mind like a church bell. They make everything else fade away, leaving only her command: Be mine. Serve me. Feel this pain.

So I do it. I let go and surrender to the pain. "y-yes..." The word comes out weak and shaky. "Miss Lola, harder."

"Oh, really? You want me to hurt you more?" She asked with a false naive voice. Her fingernails dug deep into my back. "Is that what you're asking for?" My body arched involuntarily from the intense agony.

"My, my, you really are a good slut!"

Her eyes filled with lust. She growled low and began to move faster, harder, angrier. I cried out in pain, my world reduced to nothing but the sensation of her cock stretching and tearing at my ass, her words echoing through my mind like a curse. Her nails left long scratches in my back. As she continued to push herself into me, as her harsh breath fanned across my face, something strange happened. The pain began to melt away, replaced by a strange, fierce ache. My body started to adjust, to accept the intrusion. And with every thrust, every brutal thrust deeper into my body, I felt a strange sense of power begin to curl in my groin.

"That's right," Lola snarled, her hips moving wildly now, her strength seemingly unending. "Take it all, you little whore!" Her hand slid between us, gripping my aching cock and beginning to roughly jerk me off.

My head thrashed back and forth as I came hard, my release was powerful as it was unexpected. My own warm load splashed in my eyes. With a final, savage thrust, Lola followed suit, roaring as she emptied herself into me. Her hot seed stung a searing pain inside my stretched innards. For what felt like an eternity, we were locked together, her cock still buried deep inside my ass, our bodies spent and trembling. My head rested on her heaving breast. The rhythm of her labored breathing echoed.

My face was not too far from her sweaty armpit. The scent of her musk flowed over me, filling my nose and throat with its potent mix of sweat and sex. It was a potent aroma, both repulsive and addictive at the same time.

"Good slut," she purred finally, running a hand through my sweaty hair."You did good."

I couldn't help but feel a strange, hot rush at her words. "Th-thank you..." I managed to stammer, my cheeks flushing red. "Thank you for calling me that..."

We stayed like that for a few minute, until a sharp pain returned. I was beginning to realize the sheer damage she inflicted on my body.

Aaahh!

"There, there," she nuzzles into my neck, whispering words of reassurance. She kissed my forehead as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.

"Shhh... it's okay, Cutie. I'll take care of you."

I moan softly as she began to gently massage my injured back. Her touch is soothing, making the pain bearable, but it doesn't erase the feeling of being violated.

"You know I only hurt you because I love you."

"Love..." I echoed, my voice faint and confused. This didn't feel like love. Not in the way I thought it should. But then again, what did I know?

Lola got off the couch while holding me, her cock still buried deep inside my battered ass. She carried me to the bathroom, carefully setting me down onto the cold porcelain of the toilet. Letting out a satisfied grunt, she removed herself from me. Her spent length slid free with a wet pop. A stream of her lukewarm cum poured from my anus.

I watched semi-lucid as she cleaned the two of us with a wet washcloth, too numbed to react further. She reached for a tube of anorectal ointment, uncapping it and squeezing a generous amount onto her finger.

"There," she murmured. "Let's make you feel better." Using one hand, she gently spread the cooling gel over my abused hole, wincing along with me when it came into contact with particularly tender spots. "Better?" she asked, watching me intently.

I weakly nodded, trying not to flinch at the sting. "Yeah..." my voice came out hoarse. "Thanks... but it still hurts a lot."

She smiled gently at me. "Of course it does, Cutie. You went through a lot. But don't worry, I'm here to take care of you. To make everything all right again." She moved closer, cradling my head with one hand. "You were such a trooper for me tonight. So obedient and needy..."

Her hand slid up from my head, fingers curling around my neck possessively. Her smile turned predatory. Her grip tightened around my throat just enough to feel uncomfortable. Her free hand moved lower, cupping my genitals roughly.

"It's almost a shame I have to share you with Mia. Maybe next time, I'll..."

My heart pounded in fear.

"Oh!"she released her grip on my throat.

"Wow! Got a little carried away there," she chuckled.

"I almost forgot. You're not like the other ones. You've been good this whole time. I'm still not use to that, yet."

I sighed in relief.

"And don't worry about Mia. I know you didn't exactly hit it off with her today. She's just... complicated right now. I'll help smooth things over between you two tomorrow."

"oh...okay"

Finally, she lifted me once more, cradling me like a doll in her arms as she carried me back to my room, gently laying me on my new bed. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, almost reverent.

"Sweet dreams, Cutie," she whispered, kissing my forehead before turning off the light. And then, despite everything that had just happened, I fell into a deep sleep.

———x———

I woke up face first in unfamiliar sheets. I was naked. I never sleep naked.

Oww!

A sore pain emitted from my asshole. The memories came flooding back. It was all so clear now. That disgusting penis she shoved down my throat. How painfully she drilled through my rear.

My virginity. It… its gone. I feel so violated.

I leaped out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. The frigid beams of water crashed on my back as I frantically scrubbed my skin. But even the harsh soap couldn't expunge this taint I felt. The feeling of violation, of being used and debased. I wanted to return to my innocence, my virginity. I want to feel clean again. I need to feel clean.

Stepping out of the shower, I glanced at my self in the foggy mirror. My eyes were dull and lifeless, like a doll's eyes. Is this what I have become?

The door creaked open. It was her. Lola Rafflesia.

AAAHHH!!!

The high-pitched wail echoed off the tile walls of the bathroom. My body instinctively curled into the fetal position, making sure to protect my butt by pressing it against the bathroom wall.

Lola, wearing only her dirty panties and bra from the night before, looked at me cowering in fear as she stepped into the bathroom. Her cock was rock hard.

"Cutie, it's just me. Cutie? Billie!" She spoke.

I let out a shaky breath, still unable to meet her gaze. "Pl-please don't hurt me, again!"

"What?" Lola responded mildly confused. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Her voice sounded sincere, almost tender, and despite everything we'd been through, I found myself wanting to believe her. But my body still ached, and every sting reminded me of how violated I felt.

"I heard you come out of the shower. I was just walking in so I could reapply your ointment."

My head snapped up at that. The ointment. Of course. She had given me some goo for my sore rear last night. "Oh..." was all I managed to say, feeling foolish now.

I let out a shaky breath, still unable to meet her gaze. "o-okay" I whispered.

Lola squeezed some anorectal ointment on to her fingers.

"Here, turn around," she instructed gently.

With trembling hands, I presented my naked backside to her. As she began to smooth the ointment over my sore entrance and tight little hole, a strange sensation washed over me. I started to moan slightly.

"Mmmmhhnn... just like that..." she purred, her fingers massaging my entrance. "So fucking needy..."

"You know, last night was your first time being treated like this. Like a real slut. And trust me, it gets worse from here. But that's okay because you can handle it," she assured me, as her finger dug deeper into my asshole. "You're stronger than you think, and every time we push you past your limits, you come back even better. It's all part of your transformation."

Her words began to sink in, and for the first time since everything had started, they didn't sound entirely unreasonable. Maybe she was right; maybe I could handle more. Maybe this pain was necessary for my education. Maybe I was stronger than I thought I was.

"Wow! Look at that," she remarked, examining my hole. "It's healing! You'll be ready for me soon enough..." Her free hand moved to stroke along my inner thigh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. "Just remember, Billie..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "...I have needs too."

Glup!

As Lola finished applying the ointment, I carefully turned back around to face her. My cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment. "Th-thank you Miss Lola," I stammered.

She smiled warmly. "Your welcome, Cutie. Now on the subject of Mia. I promised I'd help you smooth things over with her. And I've got the perfect idea! Why don't you make her a big breakfast."

The thought perked me up instantly. A breakfast? That...that actually doesn't sound half bad. "O-okay!" I nodded eagerly. "I can do that!"

"We're a little low on kitchen supplies. No ones gone grocery shopping since the last slut left, but you should be able to make something work. Also don't get dress yet. If I know Mia, waking up to the smell of a home-cooked breakfast by a slut only wearing an apron would drive her nuts. And if your ass is feeling better, maybe later you can make her dinner too!"

Her words sent a small thrill down my spine. If she thinks it'll help, I'll try it...

With that, Lola whooshed off her "clothes" and stepped into the bathtub.

With renewed determination, I stepped out of the bathroom. Maybe, just maybe, I could turn this all around.

Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, I was reminded of how filthy Mia and Lola made this living room. Trash was everywhere. There was suspicious sticky crust all over the floor. The tower of last night's pizza boxes on the living room table threatened to topple over onto Mia, who was still sleeping on the couch. Even from here, I could see that the kitchen sink was overflowing with dirty dishes.

Instead of feeling overwhelmed, though, a strange calm washed over me. My mind went into overdrive. A mental checklist began to form. Floors – a quick vacuum followed by mopping with a disinfectant solution. Trash – a biohazard suit might be necessary, but multiple bags were a definite start. Kitchen – bleach, I'd need bleach. Lots of bleach.

Woah! Almost got lost there. I still have a breakfast to make.

I settled on cleaning just enough dishes, so I could get started cooking. I put on the pink apron Lola was talking about. The fridge was limited, but there was enough to make what I was planing: Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, buttermilk biscuits. The main dish would be pancakes served Baulen-style with any fruit that miraculously wasn't spoiled.

Cooking naked feels weird, but not in a bad way. I'm just more aware of my body and its movements. The sweat that glistens on my bare skin when I cook over the stove. The tiny goosebumps that raise when I open the fridge. All the jiggling and bouncing when I reach for things. It's...it's actually kind of hot.

It kind of reminds me of that episode of 'Lacey's Secret Garden' where Lacey accidentally cooked a meal for a futa she liked in nothing but her underwear.

Yup! This is definitely the life for me.

The smell of food wafted through the house waking Mia from her slumber.

"Mmmmhhnn," she moaned softly and stretched like a cat. "What's that smell?"

"It's breakfast, Mistress," I smiled brightly.

Her gaze glues to my naked body, lingering on your round ass and thighs. A rock hard tent begins to grow in her sweatpants. My heart flutters at the sight; she's finally interested in me again.

"Oh, I see you're fully awake now," I purred, enjoying the view of her tented sweatpants.

Her cheeks flushed pink.

"Mia!" yelled Lola from the hallway. "I'm out of the shower!"

That seemed to snap Mia out of it. She quickly glanced at the door and then back at me, a conflicted expression on her face. "You...you..."

"Come on Mia!" Lola yelled again. "The water is getting cold."

"O-Okay," Mia stuttered.

Without another word, Mia headed toward the bathroom. She practically ran, her movements a little more frantic than usual. A sense of accomplishment washed over me. Judging by her reaction, it seems Lola's plan worked perfectly.

Lola herself walked into the kitchen shortly thereafter, clad in her school uniform: a crisp white button-down blouse, a black skirt that reached mid-thigh, and a deep purple blazer emblazoned with the university crest. Her damp hair was clinging to shoulders.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she sniffed the air. "Those pancakes smell delicious!"

"I saw Mia running. Looks like things will work out," she smiled coyly, gesturing toward my rear. "Oh! You might want to wear your uniform."

"Yes, Miss Lola." I replied dutifully, returning her grin. With a quick hop, I entered my bedroom. My own school uniform was similar but I had a baby blue blazer. The rest was the same, a white button up and black skirt, but just a touch shorter.

With a final adjustment to my clothes and a light dusting of makeup to enhance my features, I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. Not bad, not bad at all. The uniform looked rather flattering on me, especially with the way it accentuated my petite frame. Hopefully this should keep Mia interested.

I walked down the hall carrying my book bag. Both women were already eating at the dining table. A radiant smile spread across Lola's face as she looked up at me.

"Ooh, you look absolutely adorable in your uniform!" she gushed. "Just like a well-behaved slut should."

My cheeks flushed with pride. "Thank you, Miss Lola," I replied, taking a seat beside her.

Mia, on the other hand, barely acknowledged my presence. She wore the same uniform as Lola, albeit more sloppily. Her mind appeared elsewhere as she quickly shove forkfuls of food into her mouth. At least she liked something I made. The aroma of my freshly cooked pancakes is making my stomach grumble. As I dug into my own breakfast ready to take my first bite, Lola stopped me.

"Oh, don't you forget your manners, dear," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "In the Empire, it's customary for a slut to give her futas blowjobs before eating."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really?"

"Of course, silly! It's just how we do things here." Lola smiled, lying through her teeth.

"Okay, then."

Damn, my throat is still sore from last time.

With a small gulp, I got to work. After all, I didn't want to disappoint. Slowly and carefully, I moved under the table and I leaned forward, flipping back the skirt and lowering Lola's panties until they were around her ankles. Then, kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her hardening member and began to service it with vigor, determined to show both futanari that I belonged here. That I could be the perfect little slut for them. I stuck my tongue underneath her foreskin. That pungent salty fishy flavor hit my taste buds.

It was bad. The head's completely covered in smegma. But how? She just took a shower.

"Sorry about that, Cutie," Lola giggled. "I've always had some issues remembering to wash underneath. But that doesn't bother you, right?"

"Of course not," I lied.

This time the smegma was much creamier and whiter due to its freshness. I closed my lips around the cock head and began to bob my head up and down, slowly taking more of her cock inside my mouth. Her scent filled my nostrils.

She moaned above me, her fingers threading through my hair. "Oh, my little cocksucker," she purred, rocking her hips slightly. "You're such a good slut..."

"You know," Lola panted. "My cock hasn't tainted or violated you. It's only shaping you into something beautiful."

Her words echoed in my mind like a mantra. This was part of being a good slut; enduring her taste, her filth, and her control. With each thrust of my head, I took more of her length into my mouth, determined to prove my devotion. Pressing forward until my nose touched her forest of damp pubic hair. The feel of my face smushed against her musky mound sent shivers down my spine. I began to move faster, sucking and licking and nuzzling in every way I could think of.

"Mmmhhnn..." She gasped, her hands tightening in my hair. "Yes... like that..." Her hips bucked wildly, slamming the back of my skull against the top of the table. "So fucking good..."

I moaned around her cock as pleasure coursed through my body from being used in this way. It was obscene and degrading and wonderful all at once. This was who I was becoming, and I embraced it with everything I had. For Lola, for myself.

And then there was Mia. I could feel her gaze on me, assessing, weighing. Was she jealous? Envious? Or was it disgust mixed with arousal? I couldn't tell. As I serviced Lola, I glanced up at Mia, searching for some sign of approval, but her expression remained unreadable.

With a throaty groan, Lola arched her back, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Fuuuuck," she hissed, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her whole body trembled, and then she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw. "...Cum!"

Her hips snapped forward, driving deep into my mouth, and I felt hot syrup explode against the back of my tongue. I pulled out just enough to avoid choking on her cum, and then swallowed it all down. As her release subsided, she panted heavily above me, one hand moving to stroke my cheek.

"Oh, my little slut..." she breathed, still catching her breath. "That was... just... what I needed..." Her fingers curled into my skin, massaging my cheekbone. "Thank you, Cutie."

She leaned down, pressing our foreheads together. "You are such... a good slut..."

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, her praise filling me with warmth. It wasn't much, but it was something. I had done well. I had pleased her. I had helped her. And that made it all worthwhile.

"Now ask Mia if she wants a blowjob."

I nodded enthusiastically before turning toward Mia, who still seemed distant and distracted. "Mistress?"

Mia glanced down to me, her eyes dazed. "Hmm?"

"Do you want a blow job?" I asked hopefully.

A faint frown appeared on her lips. "Sure, slut," she murmured apathetically.

I eagerly crawled over to Mia, positioning myself between her legs. As I removed her panties, her musk hit my nostrils. Somehow, even though she just took a shower, she smelled far worst than Lola. And her cock is gross. Not crusty like before, but very clammy.

I took Mia's cock in my hands and began to stroke it gently, feeling the heat radiating from her groin. Smegma extruded out of the pinhole in her phimosis snout. It was fresher, whiter, and fluffier than before. Last time, when I gave Mia a blowjob, she got mad that I gagged at her dirty disgusting cock. This time, I'll pretend it taste delicious. She watched me intently as I darted my tongue into the tiny slit on her foreskin.

It was extremely tight and tasted surprisingly far worst than before. That fish oil yogurt taste was more potent. Its insane to think that her old smegma "flavor", the same one that haunted my dreams, had actually dulled over time. I was barely holding back my gag reflex.

I looked up at her. She wasn't happy. I have to try harder.

I sloshed my tongue around her bulb pretending to relish in its flavor.

"Mmmhhnn..." I strained. "So good..."

I looked up at her again. Is it just me or does she seem a little angry? Better speed this up.

I slipped my warm, wet mouth over her length. Eagerly sucking more of her cock with each downward thrust, my performance was impeccable.

I looked up at her once more. Her teeth were gritted and she's visibly fuming. She must be more backed up than I thought. Time to wrap this up.

My mouth moved faster, my lips stretched impossibly wide around her girth, and then, finally, with a sharp gasp of air, she came, spurting hot cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop of that battery acid greedily, desperate to please her, to fulfill her needs.

"Thank you, Mistress," I smiled holding back my revulsion. "It was delicious."

I felt a teardrop land on my forehead. Mia was... giggling.

Hehehe

It was off. The laughter was hollow, lacking warmth or joy. Something dark was rattling inside of her.

"M-Mistress?"

"Mia..." Lola said trying to bridge the chasm rapidly opening between us. "Isn't Billie great. That has to be one of the best blowjobs you ever had, right?"

"Yes..." Mia stretched her lips into something resembling a smile. "He is a good slut."

Something feels wrong! I didn't get the warm feeling I normally receive when Lola says those words.

"Now tell me. Would you do anything for your mistress? No matter how degrading or painful." Her hand grabbed my chin, moving my head up to meet her gaze.

I swallowed convulsively, my throat raw from all the sucking. "Anything," I croaked out, forcing each word past the pain. "I will do anything you ask."

Her smile widened. She tilted my head back to expose my neck. "Then show me," she breathed, her hot breath tickling across my skin. "Show me how devoted you are."

Her fingers closed around my neck, pressing painfully hard against my windpipe.

"I want you to hold your breath," she commanded, her voice menacing."And you can't breathe until I let go of your neck. Got it?"

"Mia, that's a little extreme, don't you think?" Lola commented.

"Lola, I want this slut to prove his devotion to me." Mia said. "You will do this right?"

Terror flashed across my eyes, but I myself forced to nod. "Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, slut. Prove yourself."

The seconds ticked by each one feeling like an eternity. I could hear my starving lungs begging me to breathe. My vision began to blur at the edges, her head spinning with the effort to maintain control.

Her grip grew rougher, harder, crueler. "Is this all you have?" She squeezed tighter, digging her nails into my flesh.

"Mia, maybe we should stop now? This is getting too..." Lola's voice trembled with worry.

"Shut up!" she hissed. "This is my turn now!"

But despite the agony, I didn't dare disobey. I couldn't. Not now... woah! Why is everything going black? Hehe. I feel funny...

SMACK!!!

With a growl of frustration, Mia slapped me across the face, hard enough to throw me to the other side of the table.

"I can't stand this!" she screamed. "I can't stand having a slut who does everything I ask without question, without complaint! You make me sick!"

"Mia! What the fuck are you doing!?"

"YOU SEE LOLA! You see! Its nothing but a broken toy! A worn-out cumrag!" Mia continued.

Her words carved into my skin, leaving scars of shame and self-loathing. Tears streamed down my coughing and wheezing face.

"Why do you always have to ruin a good thing!"

"That thing would have let me kill it! With a smile on its face! It'd probably say 'Thank You' afterwards too, somehow."

Lola and Mia continue to argue but its all just white noise in my ears. I don't get it. I try my best to obey them, to be the perfect slut they wanted. The perfect slut I want to be. But no matter how hard I try, it seems like I only end up in pain. Even when I thought I did well, it turns out it was never enough.

"He was willing! Mia! When's the last time you've had a slut like that?"

"Lola, I don't understand how you can get any pleasure from fucking a rag-doll like that!"

Her words before were a lie. She's not shaping me into something beautiful. She can't. I'm just a cumrag. A broken toy.

I'm not strong. I can't handle it. I'm weak. I'm a failure.

As fast as my aching legs could carry me, I scurried out the door. Leaving behind rivers of my pain.

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I dashed out the door.

BBSSHOOOMM!!!

Blinded by my tears, I immediately crashed into someone, sending us both tumbling to the floor in a tangled mess.

"Are you alright?" A familiar voice asked, sounding concerned. It was Amber Capricorn, that nice brunette resident assistant who gave me a tour yesterday. She instantly recognized the state I was in as her eyes widened with sympathy. She'd seen this same thing happen to others many times before.

"There... there, Billie," she said softly, brushing the hair away from my tear-streaked face.

"I... I'm sorry" I cried while choking back sobs. "Its my fault... Its all my fault... Everything is my fault."

"It's not your fault, Billie. You did nothing wrong."

She hugged me tight, as my head rested on her warm bosom.

"Come on," Amber said, "Let's get you out of this hallway. We can talk in the office."

As she guided me back to my feet, our bodies brushed against each other once more. Something felt different about her. There was no bulge in her panties. She's a breeder... a female.

Exhausted, my body slumped against Amber's as we walked. Yet, the support her tall steady figure provided me never faltered. Her warmth enveloped me like a protective cocoon. Little did I know, she knew something like this would happen. She was purposefully waiting outside my dorm room ready to help me.

The Community Housing Office felt safe and comforting. Amber ushered me towards the plush cotton armchair nestled in front of her desk, offering a box of tissues and a bottle of water along the way.

"You don't have to explain anything right now, Billie. Just take some deep breaths, okay?"

I did as instructed. The calming flow of air slowly eased the tightness in my chest. My sobs turned into sniffles.

"Billie," Amber spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. "Do you have any injuries?"

"No," I shook my head cheeks burnt with shame. "I'm okay. Nothing happen... it's just... words."

"Billie..." her voice was serious now. "This isn't okay. You deserve to feel safe in your own room. But I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth. Did they hurt you?"

A lump formed in my throat as tears threatened to spill over again. Finally, in a small, shaky voice, I whispered, "...yes."

"Thank you,"Amber sighed heavily, looking both sympathetic and concerned. She reached out and took hold of my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get through this together. First things first, we need to document these injuries. Would you mind showing me?"

Reluctantly, I took off my blazer and pulled up my shirt, revealing claw marks on my back and my neck. Amber snapped pictures with this rectangular black thing in her hand. I think they call it a smartphone. Each click sound the phone made slapped me with shame. Why am I the one slut who can't handle her futa's dick? Why am I such a failure?

"I'm so sorry this happened, Billie. You didn't deserve any of this," Her eyes were filled with genuine empathy. "Do you have any injuries on your lower half?"

"...no," I said looking down to my right.

"Billie..."

With my head pushed down in shame, I got up off the chair, turned around, and pulled down my skirt and panties to reveal my battered anus.

"Oh, you poor thing."

She carefully snapped several photos, making sure to get up close and personal to capture the full extent of the physical trauma.

"I'm going to file a report and recommend an immediate room change for you."

While she got to work filling out the form on her computer, I took a moment to take in my surroundings.

A poster advertising the school's sex toy rental program caught my eye.

Spice Up Your Private Life with Sex Toys!

Did you know that the University of Falika offers FREE sex toys to students?

That's right - no need to spend a fortune on adult products when you can enjoy a wide variety of high-quality toys, all available for rent at our campus!

Here's how to get started:

Browse the Equipment List: Check out the selection of vibrators, onaholes, dildos, bondage gear, etc. either online or by visiting the Sexual Health Resource Center at Airi Hall, Room 203.

Find Your Perfect Plaything: Our friendly staff is here to help you find the perfect toy! They're happy to answer any questions and even give personalized demonstrations. This way you feel confident and comfortable no matter how hard you like to play.

Pick Up & Go: Made your choice(s)? Great! Show your valid student ID, fill out a quick rental form, and your ready to go! First-time renters must also watch a short educational video about safe sex practices and toy maintenance. You can rent up to three toys per visit. (High demand items such as sex machines, robotic sex dolls, and X-crosses may require joining a waiting list.)

Enjoy Your Toy: Have safe and consensual fun!

Return on Time: Respect your fellow students by returning your toys, thoroughly cleaned, within three weeks after renting them.

Don't forget: using these toys is not just fun and games! They can help improve communication with your partner(s), enhance sexual pleasure, and promote overall sexual health. So what are you waiting for? Come on down to the Sexual Health Resource Center today!

If you do not return the toys on time or if they are dirty/damaged, you may be subject to fines, loss of borrowing privileges, and/or punishment from the center's resident Mistress.

Glancing over at the calendar behind Amber's desk, I spotted something that made my heart stop. There's an Ice Cream Social planned for this very afternoon. I haven't had a scoop of ice cream since I was a little kid! My mouth watered as the corners of my lips curled into something resembling a smile. I'm definitely going to that! It... Its honestly the first thing I've had to look forward to since arriving here.

While my eyes were traveling, I accidentally caught an upskirt of Amber's panties underneath her desk. They are absolutely adorable! That light shade of pink, the lace trim around the edges, and then that tiny little pink bow in the center of the waistband... Mwah! It's just too cute! I have to ask her where she... Wow!

Apparently my mouth wasn't the only thing that was watering. Her panties were soaking wet. There was a visible wet leaking spot revealing the shape of her plump lips.

B-But why? It couldn't be because of me...

"Sent and done!" Amber announced by proudly clicking the send button. "Now you just have to go to Director of Housing's office and fill out some paperwork."

"T-Thank you, Amber," I nodded weakly, still unable to process what I just saw. "I'll go their after my classes today."

"If anything else happens tonight, or you just need someone to talk to, remember my door is always open. My room number is 115," she smiled warmly, offering another comforting hug. "As an RA, I have my own room, so if you don't get reassigned today, you're welcome to crash with me for the night."

Everything she said just felt right. Like this is how things should be.

"You take care of yourself. And remember... you are not alone."

Walking out of the office towards my first class, my mind kept replaying that image of her drenched panties over and over again.

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