Re-education

A girl came into her room. She recognised her. The one with ridiculously huge tits, and an ass to match. She introduced herself as Lauren.

"God, you're so fucking hot," drawled the bimbo. She wore a too-tight tank top and booty shorts that barely covered her hips. The captive blonde stared at Lauren, intensely scrutinising her. Trying to see what it was that Master desired in his slaves.

"I'm meant to tell you that it's okay to embrace your darkest, most depray-... daprived-... naughtiest thoughts," grinned Lauren. The new **** gazed at the glossy lips, the hypersexual silhouette; she suddenly could feel the device on her clit more strongly, remembering how {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif} had used every part of that body in so many creative ways. "It's okay to be a slut, like me. It's so much easier. So much more fun. And speaking of fun..." the bimbo moved closer, her smile widening. "Why don't we have a little. Just you and me."

She felt her heart beating faster as Lauren drew closer. Then the bimbo's hands found her breasts, groping them mercilessly, and she couldn't help but moan aloud. She was quickly stifled by Lauren's pouty lips, which clamped onto hers, engaging her in a deep, **** kiss. They went from zero to one hundred in a second, as the blonde embraced the bimbo's hungry exploration of her body. She felt a tongue shoved deep into her mouth, and loved it. As Lauren's hands roamed her torso, she whispered in her ear that she was a slut too. That she was as dark and dirty as the rest of them. That sex was the best thing in the world, the most important thing in the world, the only thing in the world, aside from their {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}.

She embraced it. It felt right. She didn't know why she had been fighting. But she embraced the thoughts that had lurked in the corners of her mind. Every one of them. It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was a slut. Sex was the best thing in the world. She wanted to cum, so badly. She had for weeks. But more than that - she wanted to keep cumming. She wanted to cum every day. Every hour. Every minute. She wanted to have sex with Lauren, and the other girls, and with {if Futa==true}Mistress. With Mistress{else}Master. With Master{endif}, more than anything else in the world. And the thought of telling the rest of the world that she was a slut filled her with excitement.

Lauren left. It was **** again. The voices surrounded her. The video played in front of her. But that wasn't the ****. No, she loved the porn. She loved being horny. What was **** was waiting. Waiting to learn to be a ****. Waiting to see her {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} again. Waiting to cum.

Finally the door opened. She was thirsty, but didn't care. She was **** to learn, to complete the next step of her journey.

It was the girl with purple hair. And purple eyes. And an outrageously beautiful body. She wore a transparent robe, hiding no part of her body.

"I'm Zoe," the purple-haired girl said with a smile. "I'm going to teach you what it means to be a true ****." Her voice was achingly sexy.

She frowned. She recognised Zoe. Her face, her voice... they stirred emotions. Distrust. Anger. Hatred. "I... I know you." The words rasped from her dry lips.

{if Futa==true}"Yes, you do," smirked the visitor. "In a previously life, we were enemies. But now, we serve the same mistress. And two of Mistress's slaves can never begrudge one another, because that would be an insult to our mistress."

She stared at the girl's flawless face, confused.

Zoe sighed. "Whoever we were before we met Mikaela, whatever relationships we may have had - none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that we are Mistress's slaves. We love and obey her in everything she does, everything she desires. There is nothing she can do that we wouldn't adore." Her purple eyes glazed over for a second or two, before she continued: "And she loves all of her slaves. So all of us in her harem love each other - without reserve, without grudging, without jealousy. Do you understand?"

"I - I think so," she croaked. Her head was swimming. Her instincts to hate this girl, to fight her, were so strong. But she watched Zoe's face when she talked about their mistress, and saw only love, only adoration. That was a feeling she shared. And what the other girl was saying - it made sense. If she wanted to be Mistress's **** - she had to love her harem too.

"Good," smiled Zoe, absent-mindedly rubbing her pussy.

She watched, wishing she could do the same. But she put the teaching into practice. She did not begrudge Zoe the freedom to touch herself. And she certainly didn't begrudge Mistress for it. She just wished she was in Zoe's place.

Zoe taught her more. She taught her that being Mistress's **** meant putting Mistress above everything else in the world. That was easy. She already did put her above everything else. But she thought about it. Embraced the principle. Her mistress's safety, her needs, her desires, deserved to be put above everything else in the world. Above her own safety, needs and desires. Without question. And she agreed. And she learned.

The teachers started coming more regularly. And the lights dimmed for a while between visitors. She remembered what sleep was. It became a routine: porn - visitor - porn - sleep. Porn - visitor - porn - sleep.

Her third visitor was many girls, yet only one. They called themselves Hailey, or Gemini. Their bodies were supple and nubile, if not quite reaching the same exceptional standards as her earlier visitors. But they made up for it by being completely identical copies. Three of them. They taught her humility. To serve without question. To love obeying her mistress, no matter what she asked. They told her to say out loud that she was a ****. That she would do anything her mistress asked. That if she asked her to, she would lick the dirt from her feet. Be her furniture. Eat her excrement. That it would be her pleasure.

She said it, and meant it.

And she proved it by giving oral to all three of their anuses. Without disappointment, or disgust, or regret. But with contentment, knowing she was learning to be a good ****.

Valerie visited and taught her to let go of her limits, to embrace her passion. Emma taught her the importance of loyalty. Which she already knew, but appreciated all the same. Sara taught her to truly release the ownership of her body to her mistress. Asami taught her to act independently in service of her mistress - that whilst she must always obey, she should do more than just obey. Some of them touched her body. Others just talked, or touched themselves. She didn't care. She was happy. She was learning. She now understood how to take her **** desires, and apply them in the love and service of her mistress.

Sometimes a black girl with delectable curves came in the room. But she didn't speak, only watched as the bound blonde suckled on her dildo and squirmed from the devices in her orifices, before leaving.

The final time she had a visitor, it was not one, but two gorgeous, sexy women. The redhead with curves and freckles - Amy. The other girl had black hair and blue eyes. Rachel.

She stopped sucking food from her dildo, and turned to face the two girls. She knew them instantly, and felt butterflies in her stomach. Mistress liked them. Respected them. She figured there was a hierarchy within the harem. Those at the top got to spend the most time with their mistress. That was where she wanted to be. With her mistress.

"Good morning," said Amy, with a genuine smile. "How are you doing today?"

"Amazing," she beamed back, standing by default in an alluring pose just as Maria had taught her. "I feel great. And I've learnt so much."

"We think so too," nodded Rachel. "So today, we're going to give your final lesson."

"Really?" she gasped. She felt her cheeks flushing. The thought of finally being able to actually serve her mistress directly... it was surreal. Exciting. She suddenly recognised her ever-present need to cum, and realised just how horny she was. Weeks of being held on the edge of orgasm, thinking about her gorgeous sexy perfect futanari mistress, thinking about being with her... she had gotten used to her body's desperation for sex. But now it all came flooding to the forefront of her mind. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming in place. "Please teach me. Let me be with her. Let me be her ****."

"You're almost there," said Amy sympathetically. "But you need to learn the most important part of being her ****; you need to love her."

That's it?

She thought it, but didn't say it. She respected these women too much. But of course she loved her mistress. How could she not?

"I know it sounds dumb," laughed the redhead, "but loving Mikaela is the most important part of being his ****. In a way, it's the only important part. If you truly love her, with every part of your being, and never forget how much you love her, everything else comes naturally."

"I do," she nodded, with frantic excitement. "I love her so much. I want to be with her forever. I want to be her **** forever."

The two women glanced at one another, a look of satisfaction passing between them. "Good. As I said, if you truly love your mistress, you'll be the perfect ****."

"There's only one thing left to teach you," said Rachel. "Your name."

"My - my name?" She had forgotten that was even a possibility. She was Mikaela's ****; that was who she was. A name... the thought perplexed her, but she was open to it.

"Yes. As a person, your name is Evelyn." She recognised it. It felt familiar. "But you have another name. One that encapsulates who you are. Your other name is Ultraslut."

Ultraslut. The word echoed around her head. It felt right. It was who she was. Mikaela's Ultraslut. Her concubine, her lover, her **** forever.

"All good?" asked Amy cheerfully. Evelyn nodded, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "Awesome. It's time we finally introduced Ultraslut to Mistress, and the world."{else}"Yes, you do," smirked the visitor. "In a previously life, we were enemies. But now, we serve the same master. And two of Master's slaves can never begrudge one another, because that would be an insult to our master."

She stared at the girl's flawless face, confused.

Zoe sighed. "Whoever we were before we met Michael, whatever relationships we may have had - none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that we are Master's slaves. We love and obey him in everything he does, everything he desires. There is nothing he can do that we wouldn't adore." Her purple eyes glazed over for a second or two, before she continued: "And he loves all of his slaves. So all of us in his harem love each other - without reserve, without grudging, without jealousy. Do you understand?"

"I - I think so," she croaked. Her head was swimming. Her instincts to hate this girl, to fight her, were so strong. But she watched Zoe's face when she talked about their master, and saw only love, only adoration. That was a feeling she shared. And what the other girl was saying - it made sense. If she wanted to be Master's **** - she had to love his harem too.

"Good," smiled Zoe, absent-mindedly rubbing her pussy.

She watched, wishing she could do the same. But she put the teaching into practice. She did not begrudge Zoe the freedom to touch herself. And she certainly didn't begrudge Master for it. She just wished she was in Zoe's place.

Zoe taught her more. She taught her that being Master's **** meant putting him above everything else in the world. That was easy. She already did put him above everything else. But she thought about it. Embraced the principle. Her master's safety, his needs, his desires, deserved to be put above everything else in the world. Above her own safety, needs and desires. Without question. And she agreed. And she learned.

The teachers started coming more regularly. And the lights dimmed for a while between visitors. She remembered what sleep was. It became a routine: porn - visitor - porn - sleep. Porn - visitor - porn - sleep.

Her third visitor was many girls, yet only one. They called themselves Hailey, or Gemini. Their bodies were supple and nubile, if not quite reaching the same exceptional standards as her earlier visitors. But they made up for it by being completely identical copies. Three of them. They taught her humility. To serve without question. To love obeying her master, no matter what he asked. They told her to say out loud that she was a ****. That she would do anything her master asked. That if he asked her to, she would lick the dirt from his feet. Be his furniture. Eat his excrement. That it would be her pleasure.

She said it, and meant it.

And she proved it by giving oral to all three of their anuses. Without disappointment, or disgust, or regret. But with contentment, knowing she was learning to be a good ****.

Valerie visited and taught her to let go of her limits, to embrace her passion. Emma taught her the importance of loyalty. Which she already knew, but appreciated all the same. Sara taught her to truly release the ownership of her body to her master. Asami taught her to act independently in service of her master - that whilst she must always obey, she should do more than just obey. Some of them touched her body. Others just talked, or touched themselves. She didn't care. She was happy. She was learning. She now understood how to take her **** desires, and apply them in the love and service of her master.

Sometimes a black girl with delectable curves came in the room. But she didn't speak, only watched as the bound blonde suckled on her dildo and squirmed from the devices in her orifices, before leaving.

The final time she had a visitor, it was not one, but two gorgeous, sexy women. The redhead with curves and freckles - Amy. The other girl had black hair and blue eyes. Rachel.

She stopped sucking food from her dildo, and turned to face the two girls. She knew them instantly, and felt butterflies in her stomach. Master liked them. Respected them. She figured there was a hierarchy within the harem. Those at the top got to spend the most time with their master. That was where she wanted to be. With her master.

"Good morning," said Amy, with a genuine smile. "How are you doing today?"

"Amazing," she beamed back, standing by default in an alluring pose just as Maria had taught her. "I feel great. And I've learnt so much."

"We think so too," nodded Rachel. "So today, we're going to give your final lesson."

"Really?" she gasped. She felt her cheeks flushing. The thought of finally being able to actually serve her master directly... it was surreal. Exciting. She suddenly recognised her ever-present need to cum, and realised just how horny she was. Weeks of being held on the edge of orgasm, thinking about her gorgeous sexy perfect master, thinking about being with him... she had gotten used to her body's desperation for sex. But now it all came flooding to the forefront of her mind. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming in place. "Please teach me. Let me be with him. Let me be his ****."

"You're almost there," said Amy sympathetically. "But you need to learn the most important part of being his ****; you need to love him."

That's it?

She thought it, but didn't say it. She respected these women too much. But of course she loved her master. How could she not?

"I know it sounds dumb," laughed the redhead, "but loving Michael is the most important part of being his ****. In a way, it's the only important part. If you truly love him, with every part of your being, and never forget how much you love him, everything else comes naturally."

"I do," she nodded, with frantic excitement. "I love him so much. I want to be with him forever. I want to be his **** forever."

The two women glanced at one another, a look of satisfaction passing between them. "Good. As I said, if you truly love your master, you'll be the perfect ****."

"There's only one thing left to teach you," said Rachel. "Your name."

"My - my name?" She had forgotten that was even a possibility. She was Michael's ****; that was who she was. A name... the thought perplexed her, but she was open to it.

"Yes. As a person, your name is Evelyn." She recognised it. It felt familiar. "But you have another name. One that encapsulates who you are. Your other name is Ultraslut."

Ultraslut. The word echoed around her head. It felt right. It was who she was. Michael's Ultraslut. His concubine, his lover, his **** forever.

"All good?" asked Amy cheerfully. Evelyn nodded, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "Awesome. It's time we finally introduced Ultraslut to Master, and the world."{endif}