Futanari Notebook Ch. 37

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.

The balls covered her face from nose to forehead. Every stifled breath filled her lungs with the pungent musk of their scrotum, not even a whiff of the pussy beyond. A turgid pipe bulged from her neck, receding and driving straight into her chest. Each thrust pounded in her head, the balls clapping together and against her face, while the whip kept attacking. She hated it. She despised it. She loathed everything. She...

She was dripping wet. It shouldn't matter that she was being fingered and licked, her body should be repulsed, bile building in her gut like the acidic chill running through her veins, and yet nothing came of it. Fingers kept pumping into her, faster the more her juices flowed. The moist sound filled her ears, above the slapping even. Her pussy slurped on the digits violating it, and her ass burned from the whip.

"She acted all high and mighty. Now look at her pussy. Fuck! It's actually dripping," one said.

"We know what that means."

Carmen balked at the implication. She pulled on her restraints, hoping to close her legs to anyone that approached, but the bindings held even as her muscles strained. Thrashing at the touch of a spongy crown on her nether lips, though nothing she did made a difference. Screams in her chest, hands clawing at the cuffs, and legs rigid in anger, her pussy clung to the cock poking at it. The folds spread, still tight around whoever was pushing against her.

"Oh, fuck, you're tight," the penetrator grunted, then another creepy chortle filled the room, "Don't tell me, you're a virgin?" Carmen's whole body clenched despite herself, causing another laugh.

"Better off just getting through it," the girl fucking her throat said, cock pulsing at the reveal.

"Fuck that. I'm getting my new dick covered in blood. Where's that horse cock?" Carmen tried looking around, as if seeing it would reveal the nightmare for what it was, yet her vision was engulfed in a futa's ball sack. Sweat stung her eyes as it rubbed onto her face. Cheers erupted around her as the cock pulled from her snatch with a lurid pop.

Firm plastic replaced the fleshy crown at her entrance. It covered her sex from top to bottom, too large to possibly fit inside her, yet they pushed anyway. Across her body, muscles clenched in denial, yet held in place by the Futa Note's power. Without it, she would've gladly ripped through her own limbs to get away.

"Oh fuck, look at that! It's actually going in. Pretty stretchy for a virgin."

Carmen wanted to bite down on the cock in her throat. Make them stop. All she could do was retch at their commentary, as she felt her insides stretch around an inhuman dildo, walls strained by its girth. The head carved a path to her hymen, but didn't stop there. It twisted around, using her unwanted lubrication against her, then spiralled forward. Carmen screamed around the cock pounding at her throat, tears and spit rolling down her face.

"Did she just cum from that? Oh my god, what a fucking slut!"

She did. Carmen clenched her fists tighter until her knuckles felt like they'd pop, hoping the pain might detract from everything, but it was washed away. They used the futa at her head as a brace, ramming the horse-dildo harder and deeper, slamming into her cervix. This was all wrong.

Every sensation conflicted with expectation. The thrusts battered against the barrier to her womb, while her ass stung, red welts no doubt lining its surface, pleasure forced its way ahead. Even the balls that pounded her head, their smell snuffing out all others, and the cock that choked her of air, fuelled that pleasure. All the 'Gretchens' around her laughed.

Faceless hands grabbed and slapped at her. Teeth sank into her nipples, then sucked hard, bruising the skin and leaving her more sensitive with every bite. The whip cracked one last time, those hands claimed her ass afterwards, their claws dived into her flesh and crept to her tightest hole - the only one not yet violated. A fact that changed an instant later, as different fingers pulled the muscles open. More giggles at her high-pitched moan.

That's what Gretchen lived for; reactions. Every bite, twist and insult were for her response, something she could deny. Carmen relaxed, mentally grinding her teeth against every sensation that threatened her discipline. Her hands went slack, her holes loosened and every sound she made was silenced. Without the cock in her mouth, she'd be smirking as all the laughter turned to perplexed frustration.

"What's wrong? Given up already?" One of them asked and Carmen almost snorted; why ask questions she couldn't answer? The Gretchen fucking her face didn't pull out either, stubbornly thrusting without end. No matter how tame her gag reflex, Carmen couldn't swallow, her saliva displaced by the relentless dick. She just shut her eyes against the testicles and spit rolling down her face.

"Did she die?" The prick retreated from her lips, ropes of spittle between them that snapped and coated Carmen's nose. She blew it away and sucked in heavy breaths. Beyond that, however, she gave no clue as to how they affected her. Down to her very atoms, she detested Gretchen, but sex and pleasure superseded that. Part of her missed the cock in her mouth already.

"Think she needs a harsher lesson," one said and her pussy was vacated, the fingers yanked from her ass, and she was released. Carmen shambled as they pulled her along, surrounded on all sides by the sorority, now taken over by Gretchen. If she had no qualms using the books for something so petty, horror awaited if she kept it. Nothing would stop her from using it on a far greater scale. Carmen just needed to get it back.

In her own mind, Carmen didn't pay attention to where they were going until the door slammed shut behind her. A cellar, its walls caked in filth and rich with the reek of sex. The floor was covered in gym mats, similarly soaked in sex. On a wall, three women hung by their wrists, suspended just enough that their toes reached the floor, but if they relaxed the chains would pull on their arms. One set was free, a pair of futanari fiddling with the chains. The other walls displayed all manner of perverted toys, from simple beads to grotesque vibrators in all manner of sordid forms.

"It's no fun like this," a Gretchen said, chaining Carmen up without a word from the futa. She glanced at the others, all gagged, some with large rings through their noses like a bull. Their tits were pierced too, one with weights attached, another chained, the third had hooks pulling the teats open. In a corner, Carmen spotted unmarked bottles and syringes. Cindy walked with her gaze and came back with what had to be drugs.

"We'll fix it with these. Or maybe Gretchen has something planned?" Cindy mused.

"Doesn't matter. Use them anyway."

"Which one, which one, which one," the drug carrier hummed to herself. Carmen pulled on her chains, raising her legs off the ground, but the cuffs bit into her wrists. Trying the same with those around her ankles yielded the same result. She couldn't even relax either limb without pain. From now until Gretchen said otherwise, she was helpless. A cruel chill raced down her spine, so cold it kept her from shuddering. Yet a heat chased after it.

"Use that one first."

"Oh, yeah. Good point. Let's see you act all brave after this." The needle pierced Carmen's breast, tearing a whining gasp from her lips, before an icy fluid was pushed into her. After that, they all stepped back and leered in anticipation. As seconds passed, hope flitted by that it was just a placebo, meant to scare her, then the effects stabbed through her. Carmen moaned as juices trickled down her legs.

Her penis attempted erection, but the ring kept it flaccid. Arousal rampaged through her limbs, from her shoulder to her fingers, turning them into hubs of decadence. She was glad her legs were spread by her restraints, afraid what rubbing her pussy would do. One of the Gretchens realised that fear with a simple touch, lighter than a feather, yet Carmen cried out in release. Pussy juice sprayed from her folds, viscous and heavy with the stench of her defeat.

Cocks approached with hands outreached. They prodded her thighs, grabbed her tits, forced her to moan like a whore, and she craved it. Without pleasure, her body was submerged in acid and crushed beneath a landslide, only relieved by every filthy touch of a cock or their hands. Carmen clenched her jaw tight, quivering from the effort not to cum again. The cellar wasn't hot, yet sweat cut along her flesh in rivers.

At some point, they shoved her balls aside. All their cocks were the same size, fourteen inches just like hers, however the one that pushed into seemed larger than the first.

"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tightly," the Gretchen penetrating her said. Of course it felt bigger, Carmen thought and focused on her pussy, prying the muscles apart. Drugged or not, they wouldn't get their satisfaction from her, "Wait, she's loosened up. Good girl." With that condescending compliment, the Gretchen inside set to a brutal pace.

She was forced to thrust up, only burying half her cock, but the balls were flung against Carmen's ass. Every thrust renewed Carmen's pleasure. Her walls tried closing around it, to feel every square inch as it pounded her, but she kept them at bay, in spite of what they'd done to her. Threw a drug-fuelled haze and wreath of hair, she noticed everyone's expressions souring and grinned. One held her phone up, likely recording the action. Sad to say, Carmen wasn't much of a performer.

She opened her mouth to taunt them, but the words turned to a rumbling moan. A familiar sensation washed over her, stronger than the drug, and worsened by the constant fucking. Carmen's hold collapsed, her pussy clenching around the invader and feeling every slight ridge, every vein and the futa's heartbeat. She stared down at herself, partly watching the thrusting shaft, but the sight of growth above her own cock demanded more attention.

"Looks like you pissed her off."

Did Gretchen change her entry? Did she even know if that would work? How? Ryuka and Rachel were the only others who knew, but they wouldn't say a thing. No, Ryuka would, so long as it entertained her.

That didn't change that Carmen now possessed a second, identical prick. One that shot its load seconds later as her pussy sloshed and squelched from the cock ramming past her folds. Ropes of viscous cream splashed onto her and the futa in front, shooting at random. Despite cumming, she remained hard, her snatch wetter and louder than ever. Her juices were worked to a lurid froth, the scent clogged her nostrils and numbed her brain.

"Don't let her enjoy it too much."

"Fuck yeah."

Another cold ring clasped around Carmen's new cock and shut off even her pre-cum. The prick inside her paused, the futa's hips circled around, angling their member to further stretch Carmen, and distract her from the sudden jab into her own erection. Unlike the first, she felt nothing even as the seconds tumbled away. Hope didn't appear that time, chased off by her supernatural arousal.

"Bet you're wondering what that was? Well, better to just show you." As they spoke, the controlled girl ran her fingers up the turgid shaft, tracing the dense veins that pulsed in indignation, then teased at its tip, poking at the slit with her nail. Carmen's eyes bulged, she writhed in the chains, gasped and moaned as her pussy squeezed around the cock, all to escape the finger as it pushed into her prick.

It spread her cum-pipe, the nail grazing her urethra and shocking her into choked yelps. The futa's other hand grabbed her cock, holding it steady, while their counterpart resumed her thrusts. Carmen's vision dimmed, focused on the finger that sank to the second knuckle, writhing inside and stretching her in ways she never should be. Others grew restless just watching and their hands joined the fray. Light gleamed off a wicked needle.

Carmen shook her head as it neared her nipples, one on each side of her. Not a word of warning, or even to mock her, and they pierced her, hooking the nipples with weights. She lurched in agony, briefly distracting herself with the pain in her joints, but the pull on her tits wouldn't be ignored. Those same hands that pierced her slapped at her breasts, the weights swung and chinked against each other.

"Maybe that's a little mean," one of the Gretchen's said, "I know..." A collar clicked shut around Carmen's neck, with a chain attached at the front. It latched onto the weights around her nipples, allowing her to relieve that discomfort so long as her head was raised. Then they increased the burden, straining her neck. The moment she gave it a seconds rest, it felt like her nipples would be torn off.

"Anyone got a pen?" They wrote on her skin, she had no idea what, but their giggles raised the hairs on her neck. The sensation was almost lost against the now buried finger inside her cock, which vied for attention with her nipples, and still her pussy drooled. She tried keeping silent, but all her willpower had evaporated.

"Ugh, can't do anything with her mouth up there."

"Bet she's super flexible."

"Oh, I like your thinking."

Carmen's dick and snatch were freed. Her blood ran cold at the whine she made, each hole clenching at the loss, which sparked more laughter. Beside, the other chained up girls moaned their envy, glaring as her arms were freed and turned around, then they grinned as she was bent over backwards so her face was level with the other's hips. The Gretchens seemingly noticed the other slaves for the first time.