Before leaving, Gretchen thought a change of wardrobe was in order. Not for herself; she was always hot, and she had no one to impress, unlike Carmen. Now she donned a leather and latex corset, one that hugged all her curves like paint, with a pair of underwear that left her loins open, her limp prick hung loose. All the onlookers mumbled to themselves at the sight, the guys jealous of its size, and the girls envious of who it belonged to. Gretchen took a huff from her joint and kicked Carmen forward.
Moonlight and street lamps cast their glow on the humid night. Leading an army of drunk, high and horny frat boys, Gretchen chuckled under her breath as she leered at the honour student's ass. One cheek rose, another fell with every click of Carmen's heels. For someone that didn't wear them often, she took to the whorish height easily. Gretchen had spent years in quiet agony before she was comfortable.
Just another reason that she needed a lesson. It all went so smooth for Carmen, so natural, not anymore. Standing at the sorority house, Gretchen savoured the faint squeals from within, muffled by soundproofing and, she expected, gags. With their reputation, those girls must have all manner of depraved toys. But that didn't mean they couldn't use a guiding hand.
"That's all their names, right?" Gretchen asked a boy. He claimed to know all the girls names and faces, as such she had him write it all in the Futa Note, turning everyone inside into freaks just like Carmen, save for their slavery. Not in the literal sense at least.
"Yeah, think so. Might be some newbies, I dunno."
"Whatever, good enough," Gretchen sighed and wrote her commands, though it was just one repeated for each girl; 'They will act as I'd want them to all the time'. If it worked the way she expected, they'd do everything she wanted done to Carmen. No way to know until Carmen stepped inside. With a final spank and a parting squeeze, Gretchen sent the aggravatingly stoic Carmen into the lion's den.
The place reeked worse than the frat house. Carmen gagged once she stepped inside, catching the attention of several people in the living room, who encroached on her. None wore anything beyond thigh-high boots attached to heels, stray lashes of leather and latex over their nipples, and straps for their dildos, brandishing them from their hips like bats. They all lacked the plastic phalli, however, replacing them with the real thing. Carmen gulped, certain Gretchen wouldn't let her leave without penetration.
"Look who it is," one said and licked her lips in sensual malice. The cadence of her voice irritated Carmen, despite having just heard her; an eerie echo of Gretchen's speech.
"It's Carmen," another said.
"I never said my name," Carmen said.
"Didn't have to. We're all here for one reason," a third said and sauntered over, the sway of her hips a direct reminder of Gretchen's walk, with the addition of her cock bobbing to her stride, "To teach you a lesson with our new cocks."
"You're under her control?" Carmen said as she was pulled and pushed forward, eyes seeking a way out. All exits were blocked by futanari, their eyes leering at her as they stroked themselves. They tugged to the centre of the living room, where a series of chains and cuffs hung from the ceiling.
"Not really. It's like we're part of her. But it'll get annoying to call us all Gretchen. I'm Lacy," one, a neon-pink headed bombshell said.
"Jen," a brunette introduced herself.
"Cindy," a blonde, more stereotypical than Gretchen herself, was the last one Carmen paid attention to. Even as the others introduced themselves, Carmen was manhandled, wrists taken and locked into leather cuffs that chaffed her skin. Her ankles were next, raised up in stirrups like a gynaecologist office. Someone pushed and sent her swaying.
"Hmm," Lacy was bent over a massive box, rummaging through while her delectable ass bobbed and jiggled, "Oh, this'll do." From the box, she pulled a daunting cock, the shape of a horses with thick, realistic veins. It put any of the actual dicks around to shame.
Carmen shook her head. None of her holes were ready for that, all clenching at the sight of it. Even after she'd slept with Rachel day after day, she wasn't penetrated, taking the lead every time. Maybe because it didn't seem real with her cock, like some fantasy. Now wasn't the time, she thought in abject fascination.
"Not yet," Jen said and ran her fingers along Carmen's folds, leaving her cock alone, then brandished a ring, "Just in case." She fastened it around the bound futa's limp prick, as it would now stay. They were going to make her fuck herself. The thought raced through Carmen's mind, cutting like a blade. With her length, it was possible. They'd tease her with the tip and push it a bit at a time, until her own cock opened, then she'd have taken her own virginity. Better than Gretchen or any of her proxies.
"What're you thinking about?" Cindy asked, husky and bubbly voice startling Carmen from her thoughts. The blonde pulled her fingers from Carmen's snatch, revealing how wet they'd become, "Or are you just that much of a slut inside? It's always the smart cunts."
"But just in case you were thinking of Rachel,," Lacy said and put aside the dildo, replacing it with a riding crop. No sooner was it in sight, than Carmen felt the sharp crack of it on her ass cheek. She clenched her jaw, bellowing mentally at the urge to shout. Another crack, on the other cheek, then a third on both and more to follow, each decaying Carmen's determination a little at a time. Emotional torment was an old, familiar adversary, not physical.
But it wasn't the pain that tore at her. Every strike was accompanied by a new finger, or a wriggle of those already inside, or a tongue on her clit, while someone slapped or slurped on her balls and breasts. Pleasure argued with agony.
"She won't make a sound," one of them noted, a giggle spread throughout, madness that spread like embers, "So let's oblige. Open your mouth!"
Exactly as it was with Gretchen's orders, Carmen's jaw creaked open. She fought with it, demanded that her muscles obey her, screamed at herself for her incompetence. Despite it all, her lips parted and released her groans of painful ecstasy, before they were silenced. Her head was pulled back and down, eyes wide as they were faced with juicy thighs and a pair of balls heavier and denser than her own. Without even knowing who it was, a cock stuffed her mouth.
