A few days at Fucktoy School: Chapter I

*(disclaimer: all characters are over 18 and this story is pure fantasy through and through, it descibes things at best highly immoral and at worst highly illegal in real life. Please be safe and sane, friends. Life is too short to suffer.)*

The stupid fuckslave teacher wobbled into the classroom on high heels, with her tits jiggling and a dumb smile on her face, and proclaimed “Welcome to hot yoga darlings!”

The girls were all dressed in nearly nothing, skimpy bikinis and tight booty shorts with sports bras, or topless if the girls tits were small enough. At the beginning of Slave School, the girls all have their tits measured and the ones with the smallest are shamed, laughed at, mocked, and are not allowed to wear any kind of support or top since they clearly have nothing to hide.

There were a few of those in the class but mostly, to the fuckslave teacher’s supreme satisfaction, they were thick bitches with big plump titties swaying and sweating and jiggling from side to side and big bubble butts bulging out of their shorts.

The slaves, of course, are in a school designed from top to bottom to instill their worthlessness against worthy men. What’s a worthy man vs an unworthy man was put on display in the first class of the year, when the bitch-teacher brought a huge, tall, muscular man with abs upon abs and biceps ripping his shirt sleeves, you could see the change in her.

“Sir,” she said, looking up at him with those big brown doe eyes and big lipsticked lips. “May I please have the privilege of showing these bitches their principals gorgeous, thick.” Her mouth was watering. “Slab of meat?”

With a slight nod from the seven foot tall hulk, whose job it was to oversee the school and drill enough toxicity into these women’s brains that their minds were permanently deformed, gave the slightest nod, which after years of intense conditioning the idiot was able to grasp meant “yes”.

“Ladies,” she said, standing up and leaning over her desk to emphasize those soft, plump cleavage on display underneath her red blouse, with it’s tight fit and plunging neckline, “to fight against a woman’s inherent fickleness, her utter inability to take care of herself, the smartest, most virile men adopt a dominant attitude. You all know the story of Mary RedHarren?”

The girls nodded. Each had heard the story of the prior year’s valedictorian, the eponymous RedHarren, who had performed so well in school but when she was finally sold during the School Graduation auction, Mary, who had dreams of her school principal taking his strong thick hands, wrists and chest dotted with salt and pepper hair, to put on her hips, turn her over, and pound his thick, fertile seed into her dripping cunt over and over again, who dreamt of her principal, rippling with muscles and twice her height, bent her over and used his big fuck stick to push all that beautiful baby making delicious mouth watering cum directly into incredibly fertile womb, had no such luck. She certainly could have been promoted to one of my breeding slaves, she was pretty enough, but ultimately Mary had no such luck and was sold to a man whose fat and paunch oozed out of his incredibly tight clothing as he sweated there, outbidding everyone else and rubbing the head of his cock through his pants. Well, needless to say it didn’t work out, Mary turned out to be an obedient wife in school when her dream was to spend every day running her hands over my abdominals, but when her actual husband, a balding nerd with a horrible case of hyperspermia, bought her, she was only able to choke down his salty thick and chunky yellow semen for six months before she tried to run away and offer herself to me when I was sitting in my office being serviced by my secretary. Needless to say, it didn’t work, and now she’s doing penance, chained and hobbled at the Mountain Creek monastery at the edge of town, where women deemed unobedient nuisances are sent to reflect on their worthlessness in hard labor for the next two decades, begging the overseers to rape them and make them useful cunts again.

“None of you want to end up like Mary RedHarren, do you?”

They shook their heads. Their asses were sat on their desk seats, dildos jammed up their cunt. The chairs were each solid blocks of marble with thick veiny phalluses sculpted of marble that must be inserted into the cunt of the girl assigned to sit on it. I could smell their cunts dripping as I smiled, amused, watching their tits rise and fall and sweat roll down their bodies as they fight the urge to rub their filthy wet snatches, which they did not have permission for.

Without another word, their teacher gently, humbly, kneeled down in front of me and kissed my feet, then gently, carefully unzipped my trousers and wrapping her soft delicate manicured hands almost all the way around my dick, and pulled it out. With reverence, she gave it a kiss on the head, thanked me, and then carefully pulled my nut sack out as well and lavished tender kisses from her red juicy lipsticked lips, utter joy in her eyes that her master was allowing her to kiss him nut sack, and so soon after he had bred her sloppy wet cunt after school at his office.

“Now ladies”, she said, commanding their rapt attention and still on her knees. “Repeat the mantra”.

Two dozen students made stupid by the thought of the monster between my legs throbbing and pulsing as their teacher breathed on it like a bitch in it.

“We will make your cock hard, not your life. We will make your cock hard, not your life. We will make your cock hard, not your life.”

God my dick was aching and straining and I wanted to rape her right there, but that wasn’t the point.

The teacher, a graduate of this school herself, was just on her knees with her mouth watering and her cunt sopping wet, didn’t start blowing me, like she wanted to. Instead, she said “Now, for this next part, I need volunteers.”

Every girl raised her hand. They were all so pretty, but one, Girl #41348, looked particularly like haley atwell, pale skin and dark eyes thrown in relief by her pale skin and excellent bone structure, I saw her practically hyperventilating with lust, fat plump tits stuffed in a cotton white belly shirt, bouncing up and down in erratic rhythm, and before she knew it, she was slowly lifting her cunt off the fat marble dildo and moaned as the phallus left her, and the teacher said. “Now you may not cum, except for you, 348, I doubt you’ll be able to control yourself. You’ll learn to, you’ll all learn to, in time.”

As the two dozen (minus one) worthless slut girls rubbed their clits and started moaning, almost in rhythm, I raped 348’s cunt over and over again, my throbbing heavy balls churning with white hot seed slapping against her clit as I sawed into her, pounding and pounding. I hadn’t cum in almost four hours and was so frustrated I could barely contain myself, flipping her over and watching those fat tits sway as I took her standing there like a bitch, boobs pulled out through the neckline of that tight shirt, her skirt bouncing uselessly around her hips, as I held tightly onto her hips and continued jack hammering into her. Not because it felt good to her (even though it did) but because it felt good to me. I bellowed as I came the first time, the teacher cunt kissing my twitching throbbing sack as it emptied the first load into 348’s tight cunt, which god it felt good clutching my dick as it pumped and pumped and pumped.

But after I came I didn’t even get soft, I just kept going and going, flipping her over on her back, pushing her down on the desk and holding her ankles apart like a doll as I fucked my dominance, reinforced my ownership over not just her but her gender, over and over and over.

The second time sawing in and out, the principal having moved to licking my ass and rubbing her cunt, deliriously happy and overwhelmed by how turned on she was, the entire class smelling of pussy and sweat and cum as quiet, low, feminine moans slipped out of the obedient, humble girls, conscious of their place before me so frustrated. After all, even with replicas of my cock sculpted into the seats and jammed into their cunts, even after a full forty minutes of edging, I wouldn’t let them cum. As their principal of this boarding school, I owned them for the time being.

But 348 couldn’t help it, she creamed on my dick over and over again and when the teacher had licked my asshole clean and shiny and I finally, finally emptied my balls and was satisfied, I pulled it out and the teacher licked her pupil’s juices off my cock, running her tongue along the veins and tasting all the sweet cunt cream, as 348 slid off the desk and hobbled on her knees back to her desk as the bell rang.

That was a week ago, and during her weekly dick worshipping sessions the teacher has choked and sputtered out that 348 had been especially meek, good, and obedient ever since I bred her cunt during class. Which is why I decide to stop in on the hot yoga class.

I step inside while the bitches are doing their daily hot yoga exercises, sweat making their already flimsy clothing sticky and transparent.

“Oh!” The teacher, a different teacher than the one who licked my balls while I raped 348, noticed me and ran to kiss the ground before I walked on it. “Sir I *kiss iss* didn’t realize *kiss kiss* you would grace us with your presence.” I dismissed her with a waves of my hand and told her to continue, and the girls continued their routine.

They were to exercise with hot yoga only. I love when bitches sweat. After they had done their routines and the rest of the girls were kissing my feet and running to my locker room, I walked over to 348, big boobs stuffed into a mesh tank top and yellow bikini bottoms clutching at her generous ass for dear life, soaked in sweat and so happy to see me.

“Sir,” she smiled, and beamed when I squeezed her left tits, happy for the compliment. “Thank you, so much, again, for choosing me last week. It…” She lowered her eyes. “Was one of the greatest days of my life.”

“I know it was bitch,” I said, and dismissed her, to walk back to my office and be serviced by my secretary in peace.

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