Danny gets oriented

Authors Note: For the purposes of this story arc, you're going to need to suspend disbelief on, of all things, economics. I know some stuff that's about to be said is highly unrealistic, but it's porn, so go with it.

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Tanya hauls Danny over to a room labeled "RA's Office," opens the door, and half leads half shoves him inside. Despite the absolute bizarre situation he's in, Danny can't help but notice the office is...normal. Like, it literally looks like a regular office, with a desk and chairs and bookshelves and all that stuff. The only difference is that the woman who takes a seat behind the desk is a mostly naked futa with a twelve inch cock.

"Alright Danny, here's the deal. You're what we call an out of towner, and beyond that, you're here on academic scholarship, which basically means you have no idea what you walked into, right?"

Daniel nods dumbly.

"Yeah, figured as much. You were supposed to receive your orientation as soon as you got here, to ensure proper behavior and prevent incidents of rebelliousness like that one. Since you didn't, it won't be held against you, although some clerk is gonna get it in the ass for this."

She says that last line with arousal, not anger, and Daniel finally finds the wherewithal to speak.

"What do you mean rebelliousness? I can't be expected to let her _abuse me _like that just because she wants to."

Tanya looks at him, not unkindly. "Daniel, where do you think Stanford gets it's funding?"

"Tuition and ticket sales and stuff."

She laughs. "God, I glad you're not majoring in economics. No, those account for maybe 5% of all Stanford's income. The rest, comes from alumni endowments. Which leads to my next question. Do you know how much the average futa makes in a year?"

"A lot?"

"The average futa, from solely government breeding incentives, can make around $500,000 a year. Throw in regular work, maybe some escort stuff, Instragram influencing, Onlyfans, income from spouses that goes into joint accounts...the average futa over forty is worth millions. Which makes for a lot of alumni donations as they look back fondly on there time at college. So, we need to make sure they look back very, very fondly. You get what I'm saying?"

"You want me to let that futa use me as her sex **** so she'll donate to the college? Why on earth would I do that? You can't make me."

Tanya sighs and kicks back in her chair. "If we were a public institution, you'd be right. But we're not. And it's true, we can't **** you to do anything. Technically, we can't even expel you for refusing sex. But we don't have to. See, you're here on scholarship. Scholarship paid for out of alumni endowments. Think of it as an investment. We give you a scholarship, you keep your futa peers happy, and they give us money. Everybody wins."

"I-I thought I got that scholarship for my academics." Daniel says, unsure how else to respond the massive bombshell Tanya just dropped.

"You did. We don't give full rides to just anybody. There's more than enough women--and quite a few men--who'd come here just for the sex, and pay for the privilege. But this way, we get the best of both worlds. Sexual gratification for our futa students, and a solid prospect for admissions that raises our test scores and boosts our prestige."

"What if I go public with this? The media would flip."

Tanya leans forward suddenly. Her composure doesn't slip, but Daniel can see an edge in her eyes that wasn't there before. She's angry. But after a moment, she catches herself and leans back.

"I'll allow you to say that, because like I said, you've clearly had a lot dropped on you all at once and this should have been better managed. But let me be clear, I love my school, and you suggesting blackmailing us is not a way to get into my good books. As for why you won't, there's three reasons. First, among the other forms you signed when you agreed to come here, there was an NDA. You say anything to the media about this, directly or indirectly, that's defamation and you'll owe us several million in penalties. Failure to pay will get you sent to bankruptcy court, and then prison. And trust me, the futas in prison are way less nice than the ones here."

"The second reason is because, quite simply, no one would run the story, except maybe that crackpot with the ivermectin theories. If you google it, you'll see that just about every media outlet in this country is futa-owned. They wouldn't hear you out. And lastly, you won't because this arrangement benefits you. Like I said, you feel screwed over right now because there was clerical error. You should've been informed of this arrangement much earlier and had time to decide before you flew out here. Once you consider it, I think you'll see it isn't really that bad."

"Not that bad? Letting futas fuck me 24/7 isn't all that bad?"

"First off, it isn't 24/7. No one will penalize you for refusing sex during class, except with professors and that's true for any non-futa student. Likewise, you get another four hours daily of protected time for study and personal use, and eight hours a night for sleep. And keep in mind, cute as you are, there's quite a few cumdumps running around, and a girl's only got one dick. And in return for this service, you get free housing, tuition, books, meals, clothes, and a stipend each semester. We're giving you a degree worth hundreds of thousands, and all you have to do in return is have a lot of truly amazing, mind-blowingly good sex."

"And keep in mind, if you don't like being free use, there's programs that allow you to make an arrangement with a specific futa, or with a club or sports team here on campus. We'll get into that more later, but basically, it involves waiving some of the rights I mentioned above in return for being available only to certain futas. Although, faculty and staff have privileges regardless."

"So, now that you've heard exactly what you're in for, do you still feel so upset about it?"

Tanya leans forward and gives him a good look at her breasts as she asks the question.