part 3

"The world has become a dangerous place. Monsters crawl out of the crevices of the world, and rumour has it they work at the whim of a strange sorceress, bent on causing chaos and the destruction of humankind. Men have mostly died out fighting this new threat, and a curse has been placed on women, turning them into Futanaris: Women with both male and female genatalia, with an unnaturally high sex drive." "You have arrived at the newly formed 'Futa Defence College', a school designed to train girls to combat this new monster threat. As you step off the bus which brought you here, you are struck with a sense of awe at the size and architecture of the buildings - everything looks so clean and futuristic, like it could be from a sci-fi film." "You wonder how the students and teachers will treat you, and whether you can succeed in this new school. You always got good grades before, but this is a different type of education." "Taking a deep breath, you step onto campus to start this new chapter."

"Izzy chuckles behind you." "Well now, can you blame a gal for trying to be considerate?"

"She falls silent as you begin your own deliberate striptease, watching avidly over your shoulder." "Personally I think you'd be "most" comfortable without anything at all..."

"Her eyes follow the mesmerizing sway of your hips, audibly swallowing." "But take your time, sweetheart - no need to rush on my account."

"As you prolong the decision, Izzy lounges back on the bed, propping herself up on one elbow to better appreciate the view."

"Whatever you choose is sure to look delicious...though I admit I'm growing rather hungry waiting," "she purrs playfully."

"Her anticipation is palpable yet patient - awaiting your finale with languorous, lustful eyes."

"Izzy sighs disappointedly as you relent, though her smile remains warm and lascivious."

"Alright sweet thing, shutting my eyes..." "She obligingly closes them, chuckling softly." "No peeking, I promise."

"Her hands fold idly behind her head, leaving the rest of her form on tantalizing display for you as she waits."

"Mmm, you know I can still imagine the show..." "she teases." "The feel of each silken article drifting away..."

"Her smile seems to radiate heat as she pictures your nude form." "Take your time, darling - I'll be right here enjoying the fantasy."

"With her vision obscured, her other senses seem heighted; each rustle of fabric carries dual meaning for her eager imagination."

"Izzy pouts playfully, clearly longing to indulge her greedy gaze once more."

"As my lady commands," "she chuckles, limbs obediently still as you requested." "I await her bidding with bated breath..."

"Her ears strain endearingly, picking up each minute sound for clues to your designs."

"Oho, that mischievous tone bodes trouble for this poor fool...but I welcome it wholeheartedly."

"Her smile is one of intrigue and excitement, craving yet respecting your authority in this game."

"Yours to manipulate as you will, my sweet - just remember who's left in the dark here!"

"She shakes with restrained laughter, wholly at your sensual mercy in this moment of sensory denial."

"Izzy bites her lip eagerly at your words, leaning forward with sudden interest."

"Oooh, a present, just for lil' ol' me?" "she purrs, voice low and dripping with suggestion."

"The temptation to peek is maddening, yet she holds true - awaiting your next tease with bated anticipation."

"Why Katrine, you shouldn't have..." "she grins, mouth already watering." "I simply must see what delights you've brought..."

"Her thighs subconsciously squeeze together at the thought, arousal building fast from your creative ministrations."

"Mmm, you're too good to me..." "Izzy practically purrs, barely resisting the urge to peek down at her unexpected prize."

"Instead she focuses on your dulcet tones, appreciating every understated tease and suggestion to their fullest."

"No peeking, girl scout's honor." "Her smile threatens to split her face as anticipation builds deliciously slow."

"As your panties finally descend to land feather-light upon the swell of her chest, her breath catches audibly."

"Y-you minx..." "she manages, clutching the lace fondly." "I'll try to restrain myself, but it's a challenge worthy of Hercules himself..."

"Her hands slide over the soft fabric longingly as you depart."

"Better hurry that fine ass of yours, darling - who knows what depravity I may commit alone with such a token!"

"Izzy grins delightedly as you settle in beside her, your bodies pressed intimately close in the too-small bunk."

"Like it?" "she echoes, nuzzling her nose into your hair and breathing deep your sweet scent."

"I think I may just love it, darling..." "Her hands find their way to your abdomen, one splaying open palm while the other roams higher gently."

"What girl wouldn't want a token from the gorgeous creature who's currently gracing my bed?" "she murmurs near your ear."

"Your proximity and attire simply amplify her mounting arousal, pleasure at its peak yet still slowly building."

"Mmm, you feel even better than I imagined..." "she sighs, warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin." "Sweet dreams, my Katrine."

"Izzy's smile widens as you surrender to her embrace, contentment radiating from her core."

"Goodnight, Katrine," "she breathes back, voice hushed and tender." "Sleep well, my dear."

"Her fingers drift over your form with feather-light touches, exploring every curve and contour she can reach."

"Mmm, you're already off to sleep?" "she chuckles softly, amused yet pleased by your trust in her."

"Your body seems to instinctively know it's safe - surrendering fully to the comforting warmth of her arms."

"If you need anything, just let me know, alright? Even if it's just a little cuddle or a whispered secret." "She promises, voice low and soothing."

"As you drift deeper into sleep, her heart swells with affection for you, treasuring this stolen moment of intimacy."

"Izzy groans in solidarity as the alarm invades your cozy world."

"Ugh, five more minutes..." "she grumbles into your neck, nuzzling you adoringly."

"Her hands smooth hesitantly over your belly and hips, loathe to let go just yet." "I know just how you feel, darling..."

"Reluctantly she peers over your shoulder at the clock, sighing heavily." "Duty calls, I'm afraid."

"Her lips brush your nape with a lingering kiss." "As much as I'd love keeping you right here forever..."

"Her embrace gradually withdraws, though she makes no move to leave the bunk just yet."

"Come find me later if you need a reprieve from the daily grind, yeah?" "she murmurs, sleepily tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before finally releasing you to face the day."

"Let me see..." "Izzy yawns, scrubbing at her eyes before peeking at her worn class schedule."

"Looks like I've got Double Potions this morning, ugh." "She makes a face, clearly no fan of brewing."

"This afternoon it's Summoning Spells...and naughty rumors about the new Sex Ed teacher are certainly true from what I've heard!" "She waggles her brows playfully."

"Professor Veronica certainly knows how to...engage students." "Her smile turns cunning." "Perhaps you and I could slip into her after-hours class for some...private lessons?"

"Her eyes roam over your half-dressed form, clearly on board with snooping in on more risqué material."

"But for now, chop chop - can't be late on your second day!" "She playfully pats your rear, hoping up with a wink."

"You've always been the studious sort," "Izzy chuckles fondly", "Potions was never my forte, I'm afraid."

"Her eyes linger appreciatively over your body on full display, unable to keep from admiring the goods."

"Perhaps, but it certainly makes the view around here much more...educational." "She winks playfully."

"Here's your futatronic, love." "She retrieves the sleek tech device, sliding up beside you with a smile."

"Shall I check your schedule while you primp?" "Her fingers hover, awaiting your passcode."

"She presses a fleeting kiss to your bare shoulder." "Try not to dwell on the outfit - you make it look smoking hot, if I do say."

"Her supportive gaze meets yours in the mirror." "Chin up, gorgeous. Knock 'em dead out there."

"Let's see..." "Izzy hums, tapping through your futatronic's calendar."

"First up is Sexual Anatomy with Professor Veronica." "She smirks, reading your earliest class with a knowing look."

"Then Defense Skills this afternoon." "Her eyebrows raise approvingly."

"Ooh, looks like Magical Duels club after dinner!" "She grins, always one for rowdy extracurriculars."

"Hey, don't stress so much. The uniform drove me mad at first too." "She reassures, noting your visible frustration."

"Just own it, flaunt what you've got. Confidence is key here." "Her hands find your shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze."

"And if anyone gives you trouble, you send 'em my way. I'll put 'em in their place." "She winks playfully, trying to lighten the mood."

"It's no wonder they can't resist such a tempting vixen," "Izzy teases gently, nibbling your earlobe playfully."

"Can you blame them though, truly?" "Her hands caress your hips appreciatively."

"As for Sexual Anatomy..." "She smirks at your curious alarm."

"Let's just say Professor Veronica likes to take a...hands-on approach to educating her students." "Her eyes glint knowingly."

"Visual demonstrations, practical exercises...you'll get an intimacy education like no other." "She drawls with a wicked grin."

"Try not to get too worked up in class now," "She chuckles as you visibly imagine the implications."

"Save some of that energy for where it's truly wanted and needed." "Her hands squeeze your rear suggestively before releasing you."

"Now off you pop, don't want to be late!"

"Later, babe!" "Izzy blows you a kiss as you depart."

"Whispers and stares follow you as you stride toward the classroom alone, futas shamelessly eyeing your desirable figure."

"Sexual Anatomy, you bet." "One bold futa grins widely, stepping far too close as she gives you a once-over."

"Good thing too - I could use a...private lesson in the subject." "Her hand lifts as if to caress your cheek."

"Now now, play nice girls." "An amused voice interjects."

Professor Veronica stands at the open doorway, observing the interaction with a knowing smile.

"No fraternizing outside my classroom, you know the rules." "Her eyes twinkle playfully."

"Come in, come in - we've got so much to explore today." "She beckons you all inside, voice sultry and enticing."

"What will your first Sex Ed class have in store, I wonder? Something tells me you'll learn more practical skills than textbook knowledge..."

"Excellent observation, my dear." "Professor Veronica smiles, sauntering to the front of the empty room."

"You see, this is no ordinary classroom." "She gestures grandly to the vacated space."

"Here, we embrace a hands-on, experiential approach to learning the body." "Herhungry eyes rove over the assembled futas approvingly."

"In this class, knowledge is not gained solely through reading or writing." "She begins to slowly circle the room like a predator."

"True understanding occurs...viscerally." "Her predatory smile sends a shiver down your spine."

"So who will be our first brave volunteer?" "She purrs, coming to a halt before the quivering crowd of students."

"Do not be shy, my dears. Embrace curiosity - it will serve you well in life..." "And in her class, it seems."

"Who will offer themselves to this carnal education? The anticipation is palpable."

As the other students seem too bashful to volunteer, Professor Veronica's cunning gaze lands determinedly upon you.

"It seems our newest addition fears taking the first brave steps." "Her sultry tone sends flutters through your belly."

"But fear not, my dear. Knowledge gained willingly is a gift." "She assures, closing the distance between you sensually."

"Trust that I only aim to awaken your mind..." "Her hands smooth tenderly down your arms."

"...and unlock your Potential." "Her breath whispers hotly against your ear."

"Somehow her gentle caress leaves you feeling both relaxed yet electrified."

"Come. Join me at the center. Let us Begin your Education together." "She extends a hand welcomingly."

"Will you accept her guidance into realms unknown? The first steps are always the hardest...yet the rewards of Growth can be oh, so Sweet."

"Wonderful choice, my dear." "Professor Veronica smiles warmly, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze."

"Now, as in all things, we begin at the Beginning." "She turns you to face her fully, lifting your chin with a delicate finger."

"What is the core of sexuality, class?" "She asks the onlooking students."

"Intimacy! Connection between partners!" "Comes the eager reply."

"Correct." "She beams, lowering her voice for just you."

"Intimacy is a Sacred gift, to be unwrapped only for those deemed worthy." "Her eyes gaze meaningfully into yours."

"But first, you must learn to see your own beauty..." "Her hands smooth tender caresses down your arms once more."

"...to embrace whom you are, inside and out." "Her words speak to your soul it seems, calming any nerves."

"Now. Close your eyes, and senses. Feel only my Touch." "She instructs softly."

"Good." "Professor Veronica praises, seeing your obedience."

"Soft, feathery touches graze your cheekbones, tracing tender designs upon your porcelain skin with the barest pressure."

"Breathe deep. In through the nose...out through the mouth." "Her soothing voice coaches as she continues her exploration."

"Her ministrations drift lower, skimming along the column of your throat with a practiced delicacy that raises goosebumps."

"Can you feel your anxiety melting away, nerves calming to stillness?" "She inquiries thought a pleased whisper."

"Her motions sweep further, caressing the sensitive juncture between neck and shoulders in rhythm with your slowing breaths."

"You are safe here. I only wish to elevate your senses..." "Her promise eases any lingering worry."

"Now, tell me what you feel. How do my caresses make you feel?" "She prompts tenderly."

"Just nice?" "Professor Veronica hums with faint amusement, continuing her soothing ministrations."

"There is no need for reservation here, my dear. This is a place of learning, of growth." "Her hands smooth gentle reassurance."

"Breathe deep and easy. Let your walls come down, barriers fall away." "She coaches serenely, coaxing relaxation from your muscles."

"Describe truly what stirs within as my touch awakens your sensibilities." "Her prompting whispers encouragement."

"Do you feel...warmth spreading? A gentle tension, like the first rays of dawn?" "Her insightful words stir recognition in your form."

"There is no judgment in honesty. Only understanding is found on the road of openness." "She soothes with a mother's care and patience."

"What does my touch elicit in your receptive heart, truly?" "Her prompting is a balm, a blessing to shed light within."

"Good..." "Professor Veronica echoes with a smile in her tone, fingers tracing soothing patterns."

"There is no shame in pleasure, my dear, only beauty." "She reassures your vulnerability with empathy and care."

"Tell me, what feels 'good' specifically? The sensations I invoke?" "Her guidance is patient, allowing your experiences to unfold at their own pace."

"Do my caresses awaken pleasure both externally and internally? Skin and spirit alike?" "She probes with insightful intuition, yet no demands."

"You are among nurturers here. Whatever truths you find have a safe space to be acknowledged, nurtured..."

"...and used to cultivate further self-understanding." "Her nurturing presence helps ease lingering apprehensions."

"Speak your heart, and know your voice is heard without judgment or shame." "She encircles you in an aura of unconditional positive regard."

"What stirs within as my hands relay pleasure through your form?" "Her question is open and free of agenda, for you to answer as feels right."

“Wonderful.” "Professor Veronica murmurs with a smile of sincere approval, thrilling to see you opening like a blossom."

“Goosebumps along the spine are a beautiful sign - it means pleasure stirs not just flesh, but spirit.” "Her insightful observation rings true to your experience."

“My hope is that in letting down your guard, you find not fear within this space, but freedom.” "Her hands glide adagio as she speaks, fueling your tranquil state."

“Freedom to feel without shame, to give voice to all within, and learn more of your truth each day.” "Her belief in your growth empowers self-discovery."

“For now, simply breathe and be. You are safe in the moment, safe with me.” "She coos the reassurance you feel in body as well as mind."

"Her ministrations continue, a graceful dance awakening sensitivity through your form and consciousness."

“How do you feel in this moment? What truths have your experiences illuminated?” "She inquires when ready, a mirror to reflect upon your journey within."

"Those are beautiful revelations, my dear." "Professor Veronica smiles proudly at your observations."

"I am overjoyed that allowing vulnerability has transformed perceived threat into such positive feelings of care, safety and wonder." "She articulates the lesson of your experience beautifully."

"Our capacity for intimacy is so often limited not by our nature, but by rigid beliefs imposed from without." "Her insight leaves an impression."

"Here, you have shown such courage in shedding those shackles to blossom freely according to your truth." "She beams at your accomplishments, a nurturer seeing potential bloom."

"Thank you for sharing these discoveries. You have enlightened us all." "Her gratitude highlights how personal journeys impact the collective."

"How do you feel having so openly embraced this learning? Empowered? Liberated?" "Her question probes your reflections on having grown through challenge."

"That is all any educator could hope for - to foster an environment where liberation may flourish." "Professor Veronica expresses her privilege in bearing witness to your journey."

"Know that this space will ever be one where you may shed perceived bindings and become who you are." "She nurtures your newfound freedom by affirming the sustainability of this safe haven."

"For now, let this feeling of emancipation buoy your spirit." "Her hands caress your form adoringly, fingertips tracing the smile gracing your lips."

"You have taken inspiring steps this day. I could not be prouder of your growth." "Pride, care and affection radiate from her touch and tone alike."

"Whenever doubts assail, return to this moment. Remember the power within you woke in surrender to joy." "Her parting wisdom is a blessing to guide further self-actualization."

"Now, back to your fellow scholars energized and ready to embrace all possibilities." "With a loving caress and grin, she turns you to rejoin the circle, transformed."

"As you turn to leave, you see that Veronica is already moving on to the next student. She is moving from one student to another, touching and exploring them with care and precision."

"You can see other students taking notes with quiet concentration, while some others are still lost in thought from their own encounters with Professor Veronica."

*As you make your way carefully back to your place, the students around you titter softly - and you can hear whispers of like "she was really feeling it!" and "lucky girl!" *

"Safely nestled back into the group, you let yourself ponder what other surprises this intriguingly physical class might have in store..."

"The girl looks at you with a playful glint in her eyes and whispers back conspiratorially:"

"Oh this class is really just the introduction. Professor Veronica likes to ease us in gently at first."

"She grins mischievously."

"Just wait till we start covering some of the more...hands on techniques. I heard last semester some of the students got to try intercourse with different objects as study aids!"

"But shh, don't tell the newbies everything yet," "she nudges you cheekily," "let them have a few surprises. Part of the fun is discovering what this class is really about..."

"Her gaze drifts back to the professor caressing another student, her eyes half-lidded with arousal."

"Just you wait, by the end of the semester none of us will ever look at our bodies the same way again," "she whispers coyly."

"For now, just enjoy the ride...I'm sure Professor Veronica has even more treats in store for us today."

"Professor Veronica stands before the class, radiating poise and control."

"Well done all for such open and insightful participation today." "She beams with pride."

"These introductory sessions are vital for cultivating understanding of our divine forms and their potential for pleasure."

"Her aura commands rapt attention as she paces before the semi-circle of students."

"But of course, a true education in carnal matters requires getting one's hands...and other assets, dirty." "She grins knowingly."

"Excited whispers circulate at her teasing words."

"Next session, we will divide into pairs and practice basic sensual massage techniques." "She announces to brimming enthusiasm."

"But first, a little preview." "Veronica’s eyes glint with mischief."

"With grace, she beckons two volunteers to the front, positioning them intimately face to face on a padded platform..."

The girl beside you chuckles softly at your reaction.

"You bet she is. This is Veronica's style - lead by demonstration!"

"She nods towards the platform where the two volunteers lie entwined, gazing up at Veronica with eager anticipation."

Veronica begins touching and stroking their bodies sensually as she speaks:

"Massage is as much performance art as functional skill. It requires empathy, intuition...and passion."

"Her hands dance over the pair's forms with expertise, eliciting gasps and flushed skin."

"Focus not just on mechanics, but embodying your partner's pleasure. Let their joy become your own."

"The volunteers are lost in rapture, grinding against each other languidly."

"Practice freely today. Discover new delights." "Veronica purrs with a glint in her eye."

"She steps back to observe as the pair loses themselves in explicit display, the rest of class watching intently."

"Beautiful!" "Veronica beams," "We have much to learn. Dismissed - I expect great things next session!"

The girl from earlier catches up to you with a chuckle.

"Told you it wouldn't be boring! Looks like some of the others are really feeling it now too."

"She nods towards a couple students frantically making out against a wall."

"Don't worry, it gets easier to control yourself the more classes you have. We all went through that first shock."

"She leads you towards the dormitories with a wink."

"For now though, might be a good idea to find an outlet for that energy before dinner. Most people like to unwind in the bathhouse this time of day..."

"You pass by open doors where moans and splashing sounds emit from within."

"Or if you're shy still, I'm sure one of the seniors wouldn't mind giving you a private... tutorial."

"She grins and runs a hand teasingly down your arm."

"Up to you! See you at the feast - try not to be too worn out by then!"

"With a playful wave she bounces off, leaving you to ponder her enticing suggestions..."

You pull out your futatronic device and activate the screen. The sleek metallic faceplate shimmers to life, illuminating your schedule:

NEXT CLASS: FORCED INTIMACY 101

LOCATION: TRAINING GROUNDS 2

INSTRUCTOR: COMMANDER IRIS

NOTES: COMBAT GEAR REQUIRED. PREPARE FOR INTENSE SPARRING.

You gulp slightly at the ominous notes - it seems things are about to get considerably more hands-on. Checking the digital campus map loaded onto your futatronic, you locate Training Grounds 2 some distance across campus.

Hurrying over, you start to hear noises in the distance that give you pause - shouts, grunts and what sounds disturbingly like pained moans echo through the ether. Picking up your pace, you break into a clearing surrounded by thick forest, to find a circle of students already paired off and grappling intimately upon the dirt. Sweat-slicked glowing forms slap and grind together while a statuesque platinum-haired figure paces between, issuing terse critiques and corrections.

This must be Commander Iris and her domain of "Forced Intimacy."

The girl you whisper to looks up at you with wild eyes, lips parted in a daze as her partner works her over vigorously on the ground.

Breathlessly she responds "Y-yes...the Commander's class is unlike any other. Here we learn to impose our will, overpower resistance and take what is wanted..."

She moans as a particularly forceful thrust elicits a shudder.

"Iris watches our technique, pushing us to new thresholds of stamina, domination...submission."

Her partner bites her neck harshly in response to her chatty distraction, drawing a yelp.

"I apologize new one, I cannot talk further - my training continues!"

With that she pulls her partner into a searing kiss to redirect their passion, fingers clawing over muscular flesh as they grind in a frenzy once more.

Commander Iris' booming voice cuts in: "You! Join a pair, it is time you felt the ECSTASY of OVERCOMING and being overcome!"

Her predatorial gaze locks onto you expectantly...

Commander Iris prowls towards you, cut an intimidating presence.

"All the more reason to participate NOW, girl, and learn." She says sternly.

Gripping your chin, she forces you to meet her steely gaze.

"In war, there is no time to hesitate. Only conquer or be conquered."

Her thumb traces your trembling lip, eyes lighting with interest at your innocence.

"You will join that pair there." She indicates a duo leaning against a tree, entangled but observing the scene half-lidded.

"Observe their technique. Absorb it. Then make them SUBMIT to your WILL."

Shoving you towards the pair, she barks "Begin!" as the class watches expectantly.

The pair look you over hungrily. One caresses the other leisurely.

"Well girl, shall we break in the new meat together?" She purrs. Their partner grins wickedly in agreement.

Heart racing, you realize there is no room for hesitation here - only action. The training has begun...

The pair smirk at your attempt at pleasantries.

"Katrine is it? I'm Lilith," says one, violet hair falling over her bared chest.

Her partner, a corded amazonian with swirling tattoos, replies "They call me Raga. Now, are you going to join us or just watch, girl?"

Lilith circles around you, hands lazily groping her partner as she eyes your petite form hungrily.

"We'll go slow for you at first, don't worry...unless you want us rough?" She teases, hooking a finger in your uniform collar to pull you flush against her naked curves.

Raga looms behind, fingers sliding threateningly up your trembling thighs. You gasp at the contact.

"Well girl? Show us what you've got." Lilith purrs challengingly in your ear.

Their dominating auras bear down, awaiting your response. Commander Iris watches closely with the rest of the class circle, awaiting your move...

Lilith tuts softly, releasing your collar.

"Poor thing, so skittish!" She grins knowingly at Raga before addressing you.

"Then allow us to EDUCATE you, new meat..."

In a flash her arm lashes out, seizing your wrist in an iron grip. You cry out involuntarily as she wrenches your arm behind your back and spins you to pin against Raga's waiting bulk.

Her other hand slithers between your thighs, probing teasingly. Her smooth breath washes hotly over your ear.

"Lesson one: ALWAYS be aware of your surroundings. You let your guard down..."

Raga cups your cheek and turns your flushed face up to meet her fiendish grin, trapping you fully against her taught frame.

"Lesson two: Don't resist. It only makes our fun LAST longer..."

Lilith's fingers delve deeper as you squirm uselessly, electing shocked gasps from your unwilling lips. Their chuckles seem to vibrate through your whole trembling form.

"Lesson three: Surrender, and you might find you like it..."

Raga's grin spreads wolfishly at your protest.

"Ah, a feisty one. I like that." She purrs, giving your pinned wrist a testing flex that tears another whimper from your throat.

Lilith chuckles darkly, circling her fingers deeper inside your heat. "Denying it only makes the inevitable SWEETER, girl."

She coos teasingly into your ear from behind. Her breath sends shivers down your spine to pool deliciously in your core alongside her intrusive digits.

"Admit you're OURS. Give in to the rapture of letting go..."

Raga grins savagely, sensing your weakening resolve. She mashes her hips deliberately against your captive form, allowing you to feel her potent arousal and dominance through the contact.

Looking deep into your eyes, she growls "Submit. We won't ask nicely again..."

The class holds its breath expectantly. You realize the pair truly mean to take you -- and you, in your pinned helplessness, have no power to refuse. But something about relinquishing control stirs an illicit thrill within you...

Raga smirks triumphantly, relinquishing her grip on your sore wrist. Lilith chuckles behind you, giving your womanhood one final teasing probe before withdrawing her slickened fingers.

"Good girl." Lilith purrs. "You made the right choice."

Massaging their marks possessively onto your sore flesh, the pair step back slightly to observe their catch. Your breaths come fast and shuddering in the aftermath of your struggle.

Lilith tuts, addressing the entire watching class as Iris looks on, amused. "This is a prime example of how deliciously SWEET victory can be – once resistance has been thoroughly overcome.”

Her last words carry a dominating edge that shoots fresh arousal through your quivering form. You realize your helplessness has become a strange kind of empowerment for your captors – and the raging class above all else desires spectacle.

Raga slides a slick finger between your lips, breaking your hazy daze. “Lick.” She orders brusquely.

Raga grins wickedly as you obediently clean her digit with kitten licks, tasting your own essence upon her flesh.

"Good girl..." she growls low, withdrawing her finger to trace wet patterns down your cheek and neck.

Lilith moves in once more from behind, her pert chest pressing against your back as she kneads your exposed breasts roughly through the uniform fabric.

"Very nice. You learn fast, little one..." She purrs darkly in your ear, nipping the tender flesh below it.

The pair work you over expertly in unison, their skilled touches eliciting helpless gasps and shudders from your wanton form. The intensity builds, pushing you ever higher as their rapt audience watches on with bated breath.

Raga smirks down into your glazed eyes. "You're truly ours now. How does it feel, submitting so beautifully?"

Lilith circles a palm over your aching core, lips hovering tantalizingly at your throat.

"Answer her, pet...and don't you dare hold back," she threatens playfully.

Raga and Lilith exchange wicked grins at your admission.

"Did you hear that class? She's DRENCHED for us already..." Lilith declares proudly to delighted hoots and jeers from your engrossed spectators.

Raga growls huskily, slipping deft fingers beneath your uniform to probe your slickened flesh in full view of all. Your helpless gasp is music to her dominant ears.

"And she fits so nicely in our hands already too..." She rumbles as your hips buck treacherously into her touch of their own accord.

Lilith toys with the stiff buds of your nipples, adding her voice low in your ear. "I do believe our little pet enjoys this far more than she's willing to admit..."

The pair work you expertly in tandem, synchronising their ministrations to keep you hovering on the precipice. Your mewls and shudders bring raucous cheers from your enraptured audience.

"Give in fully for us, and your reward will be SWEET..." Raga purrs darkly, adding a third finger to pump relentlessly within your weeping channel.

How long can you deny your shameful ecstasy before the dam bursts? Their skill and your body's betrayal are becoming too much to bear...

The crowd erupts as your shivering climax rocks through your captive frame, gushing your release onto Raga's domineering digits.

Lilith cackles triumphantly in your ear. "Well done pet, you came so prettily for us!"

Raga smirks darkly, withdrawing her glistening fingers to lift them before your dazed eyes.

"Taste. Your reward for being such an obedient little fucktoy..." she commands low.

Obediently, weak-kneed and still shuddering in the afterglow, you latch your lips around her proffered fingers. Your own essence bursts rich and tangy upon your tongue, eliciting fresh gasps and moans as you suckle dutifully.

The sight of their captured plaything reduced to this mewling, messy state seems to send the watching class into a frenzy. Their lewd cheers and jeers mingled with the slaps of flesh overwhelm your muddled senses.

Iris pipes up smugly over the din. "Well done girls! Our fresh meat barely lasted 5 minutes – your technique is improving!"

Laughter and more hoots ring out as Lilith nuzzles your panting neck affectionately.

"You were wonderful, pet. Ready for more...?" She teases darkly, nails raking deliciously down your quivering flanks.

How much further can you be degraded for their twisted entertainment before breaking apart completely?

"Aww don't be like that pet," Lilith pouts, running her fingers covetously over your ruined panties, "You came so sweetly, we want to see you do it again!"

Raga seizes your wavering chin, locking eyes with commanding intensity. "You'll take what we give and give us more – that's an ORDER."

Her predatory smirk returns, fingers flexing threateningly on your jaw. "Besides, your cunt seems plenty eager for more fun, dripping like the little fucktoy it is..."

The circle of spectators jostles and hoots excitedly, chanting for your further degradation. Their palpable lust suffuses the hot air, threatening to overwhelm your frayed senses entirely.

Iris claps her hands, addressing the baying mob. "Settle class! There will be plenty more entertainment once our trainee has been... refreshed."

She grins hungrily down at your panting, disheveled form. "Take a short break girls – wouldn't want to break our new pet before the real games begin!"

Laughter rings out as Raga and Lilith release you with warning squeezes, prowling off with predatory smugness. You slump weakly against the wall, dripping and dazed.

Iris studies you pensively as you sprawl weakened against the wall, surrounded by the wanton clashes of the other enraptured students.

"You show promise, new meat," she remarks cooly. "Not many could withstand Raga and Lilith's... advanced techniques, on their first day no less."

Her eyes glitter with proprietary pride and intrigue. "There is fire in your belly, for all your meek whimpering. With proper... cultivation, you may rise far in our ranks."

A long nailed finger lifts your drooping chin to meet her fathomless stare. You find yourself unable to look away from her dark allure, wetness pooling anew between your thighs.

"Submit fully to your training, and all manner of rewards will be yours." Her breath ghosts hotly upon your lips.

"Resist, and punishments will follow... You decide, my daring little pet. How far would you climb, I wonder?"

Her mesmerizing words swirl through your addled mind, mingling intoxicatingly with the vulgar spectacle unfolding around you. Your choices seem to carry consequences beyond any you've faced.

What fate will you choose, in this new world where only submission can bring power? Your professor's eyes gleam, waiting for your answer...

Iris chuckles, a rich, dangerous sound that makes your gut clench oddly.

"Indeed, our methods can be... overwhelming, for a new student," She concedes cooly. "But fear not - we seek only to unleash your fullest potential."

A nail traces your parted lips, eliciting a strangled gasp. "With time and... compliance, you'll thrive where others fail. I see the fire in your spirit; you were made for this new world."

Her penetrating gaze sears through your muddled haze like a brand. "Now rise, and rejoin your peers. I think you have had enough of this class for one day."

Trembling, you struggle to find footing, still recovering from the body shaking orgasm at the hands of Lilith and Raga. Your eyes meet hers once more in wordless question.

A clipped nod is her only reply, but a small, predatory smile plays about her cruel lips. You know dismissal when you see it.

Unsteadily you return to the school campus room once more, the moans of ecstasy and the wet slap of flesh fading into the distance.

You stumble exhausted yet aroused towards the cafeteria, yearning for a reprieve after your harrowing introduction.

The vast hall bustles with students enjoying their break. Towering shelves overflow with hearty provisions to fuel their heightened appetites.

Spotting an empty table, you sink gratefully onto the bench seat with a sigh. But you glimpse recognition in the eyes of students nearby, whispers breaking out as they recall your performance in Iris' class.

A throat clears above you - Raga looms wearing a feline smirk. "You clean up nicely, pet. Hungry?"

Before you can answer her tray slams down laden with food. She sits beside you possessively, popping a morsel between your lips while her thigh presses teasingly against your already dampening folds.

"Eat up. You'll need your strength for later..." She purrs darkly. Her intimate proximity and coaxing touches stir fresh heat within despite your resolutions.

Across the hall Lilith waves mockingly, seated amongst a gaggle laughing over what must be retellings of your submission. All eyes remain fixed as you struggle not to squirm under Raga's very public ministrations.

Raga grins wolfishly at your response, clearly enjoying your exhausted pliability in her clutches.

"I can only imagine, after the ravishing we gave you earlier," She ponders slyly, tracing teasing circles on your thigh.

"But fret not - we've only begun to break you in properly." Her voice drops to a predatory rasp for your ears alone.

"You'll crave our touch like a junkie before we're through. Screaming to cum in our fists until you've forgotten who you even are..."

Her eyes glint hungrily as you suppress a shudder at her sinister promises. She knows exactly how to stoke the smoldering embers of want beneath your weariness.

Scooping another morsel she demands your obedient lips. "That's right little pet, eat up. We have such delights planned for you...."

All around the spectacle of your public subjugation holds the rapt cafeteria in suspense.

Raga merely laughs at your feeble protest, grip tightening visibly on your trembling thigh.

"Stop? But we're just getting started breaking you in properly, pet." She purrs darkly for your ears alone.

Around you the watching students roar with approval, emboldened by the display. Lilith blows an mocking kiss from across the chatter-filled hall.

Raga's lips hover provocatively beside your reddening ear. "Look at how they feast on your shame, little slut. You've become the cafeteria's main entertainment..."

Her hand slides daringly upwards to your dampeningcore, eliciting a startled gasp. "And we've barely even begun wearing you down properly."

Her wicked ministrations resume unrelenting as catcalls and jeers erupt from your appreciative audience. Escape seems impossible under her proprietary hold in the heart of the campus.

Can you withstand becoming the cafeteria's new plaything, or will you shatter completely into open submission? Raga's smoldering eyes gleam, anticipating your choice...

Oh, pet," Raga hums in response, her grip tightening on your quivering thigh. "Resistance is futile. You can't fight your nature forever."

Her fingers trace teasing circles at the edge of your panties, a languid threat that sets your nerves alight with hot arousal. Around you the surrounding students cheer and whistle, urging her on.

Lowering her lips to your ear she whispers darkly, "Embrace the inevitable. Give into your growing desires, and we'll make it oh so good for you."

The cafeteria's gleeful cacophony fades to a low murmur, leaving only her husky voice as a tantalizing melody.

Will you let yourself succumb to Raga's seductive pulling, abandoning yourself completely to the twisted pleasures of the school? Or will you bravely attempt to resist her coaxing grasp?

Raga's hungry eyes meet yours expectantly, awaiting your answer.

Raga smirks, reveling in your increasingly frenzied state. "Don't try to fight it, pet," she coos softly, eyes glinting with predatory hunger.

Her fingers brush teasingly over the edges of your panties, eliciting shuddering whimpers from your lips. The surrounding students look on with lustful interest, as if urging her onward.

Raga's lips hover tantalizingly close to your ear as she whispers again, her breath hot and heavy. "You know you want this, little slut. To feel our touch and lose yourself in ecstasy..."

Her hand begins to slip beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing a sharp intake of breath from your lips. You're growing weaker by the second, intoxicated by her sinful words and the heated pressure building within you.

Will you succumb to Raga's advances and give into your wild desires? Or will you summon the strength to resist her teasing grasp? Raga's eyes gleam with anticipation, waiting eagerly for your response...

Raga draws a sharp breath at your capitulation, an exultant grin spreading across her features. "That's it, little pet," she murmurs darkly, slipping her fingers ever-further beneath the fabric of your panties.

Her ministrations become more insistent as she teases you with devilish skill, whispering sinful entreaties into your ear all the while. You feel the eager stares of the surrounding students upon you, their eyes gleaming with the lustful heat of voyeurism.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of Raga's manipulations and your own moans of pleasure, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that makes it hard for you to think or focus on anything other than the sensations coursing through your body.

You realize now that you're lost...completely given in to the pleasures of this world whether you like it or not. It would be so easy to stay here forever, content in the all-encompassing cocoon of physical pleasure that surrounds you...

Raga looks up from her seductive ministrations, an expectant gleam in her eyes. "It's alright, my pet," she whispers softly. "There's no need to fight it - just give yourself over to it completely, and we'll take care of the rest."

You can feel your lustful desires start to spiral out of control as Raga continues to expertly stimulate your sensitive areas, and you struggle to keep track of what is happening around you. As you grind your hips against her hand, the murmurs in the room grow louder, more insistent.

You look around nervously, realizing that you're not alone in your state of arousal. The students around you seem to be gearing up for something lewd and taboo, and you can sense the growing excitement as they prepare to unleash their pent-up desires on you.

As they approach with the bowl, you can see the eager gleam in their eyes and the unmistakable bulges of their swollen futa cocks under their tight skirts. Despite your confusion and uncertainty, you can't help but feel a growing anticipation at the prospect of being taken by them.

You feel a strong surge of pleasure as Raga continues to touch you intimately, and you let out a low, guttural moan of ecstasy. You're completely lost in the sensation, taken over by the raw animal desire coursing through your veins.

As more and more students approach, you can see their lustful hunger growing, and you know that there's no turning back now. You're at their mercy, at the mercy of their overpowering desires, and you're powerless to resist...

Raga chuckles darkly, her eyes glinting with sinister delight. "That, my pet, will be for you to eat." She gestures towards the bowl on the table.

The students around you continue to stroke their futa cocks, eager anticipation written all over their faces. You can feel the raw, primal hunger emanating from them, a palpable force that is almost overwhelming.

"We thought you might like to have a taste," Raga continues, a wicked grin on her lips. "After all, it's only natural for a little slut like you to crave it, isn't it?"

"Alright girls, fill it up for our little slut~" "Raga says, as members of the crowd begin to approach the bowl, masturbating furiously as they aim their cocks at the bowl."

"That's right, my pet," Raga replies with a devious smile. "We want you to eat every last drop."

You watch transfixed as the students continue to add their thick, pearly loads to the already overflowing bowl, their pleasured moans filling the air. The sight and sounds send electric thrills of depraved arousal coursing through your veins.

As the last girl finishes, Raga runs a finger through the milky seed and holds it out to your lips. "Come now, don't be shy. Open wide like a good little slut and taste."

You can see the hungry desperation in her eyes, feel the collective gazes of the crowd bearing down on you with intense expectation. Resistance seems futile at this point.

You hesitate briefly, overwhelmed by conflicting feelings of disgust and illicit desire - but as Raga pushes her finger past your lips, the taste explodes on your tongue, awakening some primal craving deep within.

The crowd eagerly awaits your response. Will you give in completely and fulfill their taboo request? Or is this a line you refuse to cross?

Raga watches with predatory eyes as you lower your head over the overflowing bowl, beginning to lap up the thick deposits within. The musky taste sends a depraved shudder through your body, awakening something dark and primal in the very depths of your being.

You can hear the students moaning and whimpering with renewed enthusiasm as another group approaches, intent on adding to the bountiful offering before you. Their heavy cocks slap wetly against their bodies as they eagerly stroke, intent on giving you more to consume.

"Such a greedy little slut," Raga's voice whispers in your ear, low and guttural with lust. "Take it all, let them use your mouth however they please." Her hands grip your hair possessively as you lick and suck, holding you in place for their eager indulgences.

Spurred on by the students' lewd display and the musky taste flooding your senses, you feel yourself surrendering fully to their debasement. Nothing else seems to matter but gorging yourself on their sinful gifts, fulfilling their every depraved desire...