he pushed me back onto my knees and started pushing his cock down my throat, much rougher than before. he kept telling me how he thought i was actually a trans man, not on of those "girls who are faking it because they're ugly."

he pulled me up onto the bed and flipped me over. i asked him to use a condom but he said that he didn't have any large ones and the normal ones were too tight on his cock. i told him he could fuck me raw if he pulled out.

he slipped his dick inside me and immediately got all the right angles. i started moaning like a girl and came so fast. he fucked me to three more orgasms before he told me he was getting close, i felt like i was about to pass out.

when he was about to cum he said "you want to be treated like a girl, right?" i told him yes, my head was all fuzzy and hazy. he groaned and said "girls get bred," and before i could object he came in my pussy.

You wouldn’t baby girl, come on say it. Say you’ll always be a girl. Not a woman, no, women actually have a purpose in society other than being stuffed full. You’re a girl, a stupid wet little slut.

I don’t care if you’ve gotten surgeries, I don’t care if you’re indistinguishable from a biological boy because the issue is you not your body.

And I know because if you were born a boy you’d get off on getting degraded as a girl too. You’d cum to audios emasculating you until jerking off wasn’t enough, until you start shoving fingers, then dildos up your ass. Until you’ve stretched that hole so good it functions like a whores pussy.

See? You’d have a pussy even if you were born a boy.

By the end of the first week, most of the girls are broken in. They're well behaved, taking cock like good little girls, moaning on toys in class.

Everyone except me. I still fight, and the last couple days, I've hidden in my room to avoid the boys. During one of my classes, a professor has me stay back.

"You're not behaving," he tells me. "You haven't learned your place yet."

"I'm not going to behave," I say defiantly.

He comes up behind me, hands coming around me so he can grope my tits. He toys with my nipples gently.

"You need tutoring," he says. "Lucky for you, I'm a great teacher."

I try to protest, but he drags me to his desk at the front of the room, revealing straps that he uses to tie me down to it.

"My hypothesis is that the boys just haven't played with you enough," he says. "So I'm going to fix that. I'm going to play with you until you beg me to rape you."

"I'm not going to do that," I say.

His fingers trace the inside of my thigh.

"You will, little girl," he coos, and his fingers brush my clit.

He slides a finger into me. So torturously slow. He laughs at how wet I become instantly.

"After I've had my fun with you, you get to be the class slut. Up here on the desk every class, getting that tight little pussy pounded by all of your classmates."

His thumb brushes across my clit, and he adds a second finger.

He pumps them in and out of me, and when he adds a third, I can't help but moan.

Luckily though, her roommate had lent her his fan! Nice of him. He was nice.

The fan was maybe a little old and beaten up, but that was fine, It was certainly a lot better than nothing, and she definitely appreciated it. It didn’t make her cooler, really, but it made her less warm, which made all the difference to her right at that moment. She sprawled, she sweated slightly, she stared into space, she let the air be shoved over her.

And then she let her stare move from space towards the fan, just because.

It was, as said, a little old. How old she couldn’t say but her roommate had clearly had it for some time given how rough the thing was looking - and sounding. Fans often had a constant, soporific drone, but something about this one was particularly…

… she couldn’t quite describe it. ‘Relaxing’ felt too strong for just a fan, but it was certainly not unpleasant to listen to.

Looking at it, she was also starting to appreciate how beaten up the thing was. The blades, specifically. She hadn’t noticed before she’d turned it on, but now it was spinning it was more obvious. The blades were scuffed and scratched and this didn’t mean it worked any worse, of course, but it did mean that now they were spinning all of them were sort of smearing and spinning and blurring together and…

… and…

She was staring. Listening to the fan. Buzzing humming. What had she been thinking about?

Her roommate was so nice…

Oh yeah, the fan. The blades. The marks on them. The weird nice smeary shape they made when the blades spun. Because it was a shape, or at least something that looked like a shape. Lines? Something. Something moving to the middle. She couldn’t quite describe it no matter how much she stared and she really was staring and staring, listening to the nice humming buzzing sound, her roommate was so nice, so caring, her roommate looked after her…

What had she been thinking about? 

It was so hot. Even with the fan it was too hot. She needed to take her clothes off. Yes. It was too hot to be wearing anything, yes. Naked. She quickly stripped down, doing the best she could not to look away from the fan as she did so - what was that shape? She could have sworn it looked like something. If she stared at a little longer she could work it out…

Yes. Naked was better. She felt better. This was good. She felt good. Staring, listening. Focus. Her roommate was so nice. He looked after her. He made her feel safe. It was good to listen to him. She should listen to him more. Like how she was listening to the fan humming buzzing nice and safe keep staring. It was okay her legs were spreading. Just too hot, that’s all.

Spinning shapes like a spiral, she realises. Around and around spinning spinning. Pulls to the middle. Kept pulling her eyes to the middle. Could look away if she wanted. Easy. Just didn’t want to, that was all. Didn’t need to. Wanted to keep staring. Eyes in the middle. Safe. Her roommate kept her safe. Focus. Listening. Needed to listen to him more. Good girls listen. Humming buzzing listen focus stare.

She was thinking about something, only not really because she couldn’t really think. Too hot for thinking. Buzzy hummy spinning focus. Just an idea in her head. A sense. A need. A want. 

What was it…

She wanted to touch herself. Yes. That’s why her hand was between her legs. She wanted to. That was what was in her head. Touch herself. Listen focus stare touch play switch off. That’s what she wanted to do. Her idea. She wanted to.

So she did.

The sun had long set by the time her roommate came in to see how she was doing. It was too dark for her to keep staring at the fan but she hadn’t moved anyway. She could play, she could listen, she wanted to play, she wanted to listen. That was how he found her. Slumped, legs spread, lazily rubbing, drooling. When he turned the fan off she whined.

The sudden silence was a void. None of her thoughts rushed in to fill it, because they’d all gone quiet and disappeared. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She felt scared.

Then she heard him. His voice. His voice filled the void, swallowed the silence, made her safe. His voice was her thoughts and there wasn’t anything to worry about. He said to keep playing, and so she did. He said she was his now, and so she was. He said she wanted to suck his cock, and so when she felt the head of it pass between her lips she groaned and did just that. 

He was so nice. He looked after her. He kept her safe. He owned her.

Me, niave, think I have just scored the opportunity of a lifetime. It's what I've always dreamed of. Being paid to be cute!

I arrive and you have set the room up to look legitimate.

You have me try on different lingerie, taking pictures, and each new one gets sluttier and more exotic.

By the 7th set you have me in a cow print micro bikini.

You tell me to squat sit with my legs open and my arms behind me.

That's when the rest of them jump out.

Grabbing me

Tying my arms together and my legs apart to strategically places anchors.

That's when you taunt me and tell me this wasn't a job, and what a bimbo I must be to have fallen for it.

I spend the next 13 hours filmed being used like a filthy cum dump. By the end I don't even remember my own name. Dripping in cum and spit. Bubbling and broken.

thank you for the ask!!

we’ve been together for several years and he basically started breeding me as soon as we began having sex. we tried using condoms for a while but neither of us could stand it so we just said fuck it and started having intimate, raw sex where he would pump me full of cum every time.

these days he’s breeding me about every other day and i get sad if i go without it for too long! it’s the most gender affirming thing ever to feel him slamming his cock into me and filling up my womb. we’re even starting to talk about pregnancy now!

he’s started to experiment with calling me my real name and correct pronouns and i think we’re both really enjoying it (but honestly it’s just a formality since we’ve been doing the most basic human act a man and woman can do for years, so i was already living as a female in my sex life!)

we actually don’t get very rough at all, he treats me like a princess which is what i love. he’s very careful to be gentle with me during sex, and i love feeling like his delicate girl. i do often have to beg him to fuck me faster and harder though, because my pussy loooves fast intense thrusting!