Okay, Now Go To Class

I open the door to my class’s building and head in. Coming down the hall on the other end is a tall, muscular futa with two women behind her.

Holy shit. She’s wearing military armor!

The armor is held to her pale body by magnetic implants just like her high heels. From ankle to powerful mid-thigh, purple and black armor covers her legs. It looks like solid plate but bends like spandex as she walks. The same is on her arms going from wrist to bicep. Her breasts are held by the same type of armor but only two slices that press against the sides of her abs and then curve around her tremendous jugs, easily double the size of Momma’s massive tits. Her limp cock falls past her knees, held in place with a cock thong, the strings only coming together to make a sheer net at her bulging head. Each sway of her drool inducing hips moves her massive balls from side to side.

“You there, male. Come here,” she orders.

Her black hair is in a long braided mohawk like Momma’s, though hers is long enough to reach her thighs where the end is capped in gold, and the sides and back of her head are shaved clean.

I hustle to her and fall to my knees into the worship position but she and the two following her walk past me. I scurry to my feet and keep pace next to her.

Her pale skin is covered with tattoos of ****, futa, gore and ancient futa runes. Try as I might to keep my head down, her dangling cock is right next to me and her musk might be the strongest I’ve ever experienced. I give in and look.

The top of her cock has a silver ring piercing and runes line the shaft on the top. Her crotch and balls are smooth and fuck I really want to shove my face in there.

Her green eyes light up and the other two futa open the door to the room across the hall from my class. They enter it but the taller futa stands at my door.

I quickly open it and she walks in.

“Listen up. My name is High General Izzarra.”

I nearly shit my dildo out. Fuck! This is the Empress’ number one General! She’s responsible for all of the Empress’ conquests. Why is the only older sister of the Empress in this fucking classroom? I follow behind her, ready to drop to my knees as soon as she stops.

“You will call me Mistress in this class. Over the next three days, I will hone your bodies so that you are able to survive your next teacher.” She walks to the desk and sits in the chair like a commander taking control of a vessel.

I quickly kiss her foot, light gentle touches to show reverence, nothing too much since she didn’t command that I worship. There’s a fine line between worship and reverence, and while I’m not one-hundred percent sure what it is, all I know is that I’m meant to kiss as long as is appropriate, which in this case might be the rest of my life, but nothing more than light flecks of lip against skin.

I hear Kevin kissing her other foot, but I don’t stop from my duty to this goddess of a futa. I can’t let my rising hatred for Kevin take over. I have to focus on Mistress Izzarra.

“I will not be nice to… There’s only two of you?” Her eyes light up for a moment and then she sighs. “Goddess fuck! Two of you are already gone? What the fuck did Xon do to you?”

My kissing stops and I look over to Kevin but he looks just as stunned as I do. I raise up to my knees as Kevin keeps kissing Mistress’ foot. I kiss Mistress’ massive knee as I look up at her stunning, but also clearly angry face.

She looks so much like Xon with her strong jaw and high cheeks, her milk-pale skin against her pure black hair, but there’s danger in her eyes. They hold the promise of pain and ****.

“Lee never showed up, Mistress. And Ben, he left to smoke before class started but never came back.”

Her eyes dip to my choker and light up. “So, your Aubrey’s little bitch. Xon told me you passed out just as the fun began.” Her smile is cruel but she’s not wrong. When I nod in shame she cackles like some kind of movie villain. She stands and sighs. “Very well. Since I’m already here.” She looks down at Kevin, still kissing her foot. Her lips curl into a snarl, wrinkling her nose. “Get,” she snaps.

Kevin backs away as if he were bit by a snake.

Her eyes flash again before she places her hands behind her back. Her chin tilts up and she looks down at me with distain. “Today, you will be conditioned to long hours of fucking. Yesterday, you took a few women for a few hours. That was nothing. We’ll have those same women helping us today, but my two subordinates, Casta and Minx will be the two truly testing you.”

Just then the two women who had accompanied Mistress through the hall before, entered the room, followed by Abby’s class of women with their cybernetic dildos.

I hadn’t taken the two women in before. The one Mistress names as Casta looks like she’s trying her best to be Izzarra. Her hair is the same but it only reaches her butt and the cap on her ponytail is silver rather than gold. She’s the size of Momma with a bit more muscle which puts her only at Mistress Izzarra’s titanic shoulders. Her cock reaches her mid-thigh and looks as thick as my arm. Minx on the other hand looks a bit more unique. Her chestnut hair is shaved on the back and sides but it’s cut short, falling to one side of her head and only reaching her shoulder. She’s a touch slimmer than Casta but her muscle definition is no less impressive. Her cock is longer than Casta’s but also thinner. They both wear the same armor as Mistress Izzarra but rather than purple, it’s dark green and rather than open heels they have heeled combat boots.

“Have you chosen your teams?” Mistress asks.

“We have,” Casta says as the eight girls split into two groups and stand behind each futa.

Abby and Rachel stand behind Minx. Abby’s eyes widen when they catch mine and she taps her naked thigh.

A heavy hand lands on my shoulder and I look up to see Mistress leaning over me. Her smell makes me sway. Strong, hard wood mixed with clean cold water nicely wrapped up in a heavy musk that makes my knees weak. Her eyes look like endless forests that I could run through, get lost in.

Images of running through a forest, getting chased by Mistress Izzarra in a game of Find and Fuck, flash through my mind. Her hands tickling my sides since she could clearly snatch me up at any moment but she wants me to run. She wants to chase. When she does grab me, she lifts me up spinning in the forest of green, her long hair spiraling around her. And when she puts me back down, she lays her hot, sweaty balls across my face.

“Jack,” Mistress says in a sing-song way. “Earth to Jack.”

I blink up at her wonderful face. Her lips are painted black and I love that they’re curled into a smile.

“You are incorrigible. Since my little sister liked you so much, I’m going to let you choose. Which do you want to fuck you?” She nods towards the futa and women and my eyes follow. Her lips tickle my ears as she whispers, “If you want to be your best, choose Casta. She’ll fuck you bloody. If you want a slightly easier learning curve, choose Minx. She’ll fuck you like she loves you.”

She gives me a gentle push forward that nearly knocks me to the floor.