Putting Her Through Her Paces (Futa, shemale, gangbang, humiliation, gape)

Sasha awoke, rather groggily, into a word of dank, impenetrable darkness. She had no idea how she'd gotten where she was, but her senses and their slow return to full operation told her she'd likely been drugged on her way there. It was a familiar feeling, something she'd experienced before. She tried to raise her hands to rub the rheum from her eyes, but her arms refused to obey. In fact, she quickly realized, neither would her legs or even her torso. They all felt as though they were encased in solid granite. She grunted softly as she tried to struggle her way out of whatever was arresting her limbs. Whatever held her torso in place seemed to be holding her around the neck and shoulders, and she couldn't move her head terribly far.

She could just barely get an idea from the feel of her confines what sort of position she was in; hunched slightly forward, with each of her hands clasped lightly around a smoothly-molded pistol-grip, her ankles cinched in place by straps (at least she assumed they were, since they gave somewhat more freedom than the restraints around the rest of her) with knees bent 45 degrees in a squatting position, and realizing with some trepidation that her delectable rear end was jutting out behind her, exaggerated by the sharp angling forward, then up, of her spine forced on her by the shoulder restraints. Her cock, constantly needy and sensitive from years of brutual milking regimens and experimental techniques, felt oddly warm as well, and moving her lower half tentatively, she was not at all shocked at the conclusion she came to that it too was fastened in some way, by what seemed to her to be a condom, but thicker. It produced enough suction on her member that no matter how much she wriggled her pelvis, she could not dislodge it, but even if she had been able to, the ring cinched around the base of her dick prevented this, forcing it as well as her balls into a neat, downward-facing package. The wriggling also brought to her attention the feeling of heaviness on her breasts also, she she noticed the light suction on both her well-used nipples.

As she was formulating a means to extricate herself, she was hit by a blinding light from above. Sasha cried out in pain as the sudden brightness stung her eyes, shutting them tight and bowing her head to try and escape it, but because of the restraints, there wasn't any way to shield herself, other than closing her eyes. She heard a loud girlish giggle to one side of her, followed by one, and then several more, until it built to a crescendo. Sasha tried to get a view of her assailants, but she was still too blinded from the sudden change in ambient light that she couldn't make them out, just a series of pulsing, femininely-guffawing flesh-coloured masses that wore loudly-clicking footwear.

"Mmm, looks like she's awake," said a female voice deeper, older than the others. "Time to get this meat train of an exam back on the tracks. After the mess you lot made of the last F.P.S., we got this one on loan at short notice from our sexual academia friends in Russia. Do try to be a little more responsible with this one! You do all want to graduate, don't you~?"

A shriller, much younger voice piped up over the din of chattering, exclusively female voices.

"Umm, what's F.P.S. again, Miss Doughtery? First person shooter? I wasn't here for the first exam."

A chorus of chiding laughter.

"Considering you couldn't remember it was 'Final Project Slut' from the explanation I gave earlier, I doubt you have the cerebral capacity to even complete the test, let alone remember a simple abbreviation!" said the older voice. More laughter.

Another voice chimed in, a sort of valley-girl surfer tone.

"Chyea, like, they'll send her to the Moo Moo Farm!" it said with a harsh snicker. The voice that had asked the question let out a horrified gasp.

"N-no! Not that! Please, I gotta pass, my big sis got sent to Moo Moo Farm, they showed me pictures of her after they prepared her an' hooked her up... it was awful...I don't wanna end up like that! I like havin' legs!"

Miss Doughtery snickered as well.

"I suppose that means you ought to do your very best to pass then, doesn't it~?"

A hand cupped Sasha under the chin, and raised it upward towards the light.

"Rise and shine, bright-eyes," said the middle-aged, buxom, bespectacled brunette woman that filled Sasha's vision as her sight began to adjust to being in light again.

"This is your exam slut; she doesn't speak, so you don't need to worry about the automatic fail you would receive for speaking to your exam outside of the initial establishment of dominance and silencing them should they s

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