And so, you will experience to the full everything that you have earned through your own behavior…

Fingers tighten around your throat in an unyielding grip…

The strong, muscular arms of a black male hold your body firmly, forcing you to stand.

«You must swallow every damn drop of cum, sissy-bitch! Cocksucking is your fucking duty! It is some real important shit for your fuking pathetic life, dumbass gurl! So better put some work into that, stupid filthy hoe!» - janitor says.

«Khhkkhh… Sorry, sir… I’m so sorry… This won’t happen again... I’ll suck diligently and swallow all cum... Please, forgive me...» - only a quiet, pathetic whisper escapes your lips (speaking is difficult for you, as a strong hand is strangling your throat).

Mr. Touby casts a contemptuous glance at your face (damp with a mix of cum, pre-cum, and tears) before shoving your body forcefully onto the nearest table.

Empty plastic cups go flying, scattering across the floor…

You are now lying on your stomach atop a long table, the kind typically used by college students for meals.

But instead of plates of food or snacks, the table now holds your body - trembling from fear and nervous tension…

A hand descends from above…

Fingers clamp down firmly on the back of your head…

The janitor holds you in place, preventing you from getting up.

His other hand hikes up the fabric of your slutty miniskirt and pulls your thong down to your knees.

Ahem… in other words, you are lying on your stomach on the table, your bare buttocks now fully exposed to the person who is about to punish you…

«You ain't gettin' off that easy this time, sissy-bitch! The fucking crap you did ain't just a one-time shit-thing, dumb snowflake-gurl!» - immediately after these threatening words, he began to act…

He started… smacking your bare, plump buttocks hard with his palm!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

It’s… very painful…

With every passing second of this punishment, your sobs and whimpers grow more intense…

Soon, a steady stream of tears begins to flow from your large, beautiful blue eyes…

“Ouch! Please… don’t… I’ll be… Ow! I’ll be a good girl! I promise! Ouch!” - you stammer, amidst pathetic, bitch-like whimpering and sobs.

«Gurl, you trippin'! I ain't hearin' that! You just a lying-ass little sissy-bitch! You'll lie to your only damn friend Peter, for real! You frontin' to everybody! You even lyin' to your own damn self! Stuppid-ass delusion, acting like you somebody you ain't! A heterosexual white guy-student Billy! Gurl, that’s some straight-up bullshit right there! Ain't even making fucking sense!» - each such phrase is accompanied by relentless, painful smacks against your poor butt.

And with every smack, your plump buttocks grow increasingly red…

Overcome by pain and humiliation, you are sobbing uncontrollably…

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Tears blur your vision, and you don't notice the shifting atmosphere in the college cafeteria: sunlight streams in through the windows; the overhead lights flicker on; and, as if out of nowhere, the room fills with people (mostly college students).

It is as though some mysterious magic has triggered these rapid changes…

Before you know it, dozens of people are sitting at the surrounding tables, watching the shameful spectacle unfolding before them with keen interest…

«Spit the real already, you lyin' ass little bitch! Who the fuck you think you is?» - says mr. Touby, in a threatening tone.

«I’m just slutty whitey-hoe… I’m sissy-gurl… I am not worthy to lay claim to the status of a man... I will always just be a sissy-slut who craves having as many big cocks as possible shoved into every one of her holes... » - you say, sobbing.

The smacks on your bottom become less frequent and less painful…

"Did you enjoy sucking my big black cock?" - the black man asks.

"It was… delightful, sir…" - you reply sincerely.

"Did you like the taste of my cum?" - mr. Touby continues.

"Oh, yes… your cum is so yummy…" - you answer honestly.

"Your lewd ass… so sexy… Is your little hole actually winking at me? Do you want my huge black dong to fuck your slutty anal hole?" - comes another question.

Ahem… your sphincter is indeed pulsing, as if in anticipation of an "invasion" by that same big black cock that, just ten minutes ago, was fucking your mouth and throat.

"Oh, yes… that would be amazing… I dream of it, sir…" - you respond, imagining how good it would feel to have that huge, thick black dick inside your slutty sissy-pussy.

«So… To sum this whole fucking shit… You, Billy Atkins… is white sissy-gurl, who need big cocks in fucking mouth, throat ana lewd sissy-pussy…» - says the janitor.

«You are absolutely right, sir...» - you say.

The grip on your neck loosens…

An older black man lets you get back on your feet.

Trembling all over, and feeling the sting in your plump, reddened buttocks (sore from the spanking) you stand up from the table and look around.

The spacious college dining hall has changed…

It’s bright…

There are so many people around…

They all heard your words…

And now, they’re all looking at you, taking in your shameful appearance: a sissy-bitch who’s been fucked in the mouth…

A sissy-bitch dressed like a street prostitute, who openly confessed her craving for big cocks…

In your shock, you can barely get a word out: "What?! I… You all heard and saw what happened?!"

A sea of ​​contemptuous, mocking gazes…

The crowd is watching you…

Some make obscene gestures in your direction…

Some are laughing…

Others shout insults at you…

There’s the sound of applause from behind, and a few people chuckle with amusement…

«Such commendable public honesty! Heh! Shit, glad I forced you to be real, snowbunny-gurl! Look at you, poppin’ now, sissy-slut!» - you hear mr. Touby’s voice from behind you.

You turn around and see… the barrel of a pump-action shotgun pointed straight at your face.

"Bye, bitch!" - with those words, the janitor grins and pulls the trigger.

Seeing this, gripped by mortal terror, you scream…

And the next second, you wake up in your own bed, feeling the sweat that has thoroughly soaked your blanket.

This nightmare… unlike other dreams, it felt all too real (or rather, the sensations were incredibly vivid) and it has imprinted itself upon your memory with startling clarity.

Trembling all over, you switch on the light in the room.

Peter is still asleep.

This time, you’ve woken up before him (and before the alarm goes off).

Trying to distance yourself from the images still "pulsing" in your mind, you begin your usual morning routine.

Soon, you’ll have to head to your college lectures…