And tangle of needs

She was on him in seconds. The similar-sized and golden skinned hermaphrodite bowling Jesse over and pinning him to the ground. His head hit the concrete with certainly enough **** to send stars across his vision, if hopefully not enough to do more serious damage. Through the shock and the daze he had a blur of wild, bloodshot eyes. Matted, unkempt hair and a jaw that hung open and drooling. The stink of unwashed sweat, among other fluids, poured over him in suffocating pungency. It was Binita sure enough… but certainly not the eloquently trained and exotically perfumed slutwife-to-be he was used to. There was something wholly animal in the panting, froth-lipped creature that now had him in her clutches. An immediate sense of primal, predatory compulsion that sent all of Jesse’s own instincts toward instant submission.

Neither of them were unfit. The school and Algorithm’s strict regimes were there to ensure bodies were shaped and toned, and hips could be kept a’bobbing far beyond the stamina of an average human. There was a certain degree of athleticism and gymnastics to everything that was expected of a slutwife, after all. Yet, Jesse found himself suddenly outclassed by a wiry strength he had no hope of matching. Try as he might, he could not even begin to wriggle or wrestle free of the buck naked form which had him at its mercy.

“Binita, it’s me! It’s Jesse!” He called out, trying to reach whatever was left of his friend in this strange and ragged reimagining. But there was no flash or hint of recognition in those dark ringed eyes. The girl didn’t look like she’d slept a single wink in all the time she’d been missing.

Under her breath, his friend was murmuring to herself however: an endless stream of unpunctuated, unfiltered nonsense.

“PreTtysoPRETTYshesmellsitANDLOOKSITandtastesITfuckfuckFUCKfuckityFUCKallmineallforME!I’llscrewHimandscrewHerandthenFUCKHERsomemorefillhimupUPupwithMEandmyMEATandthenshe’llbemineallMINEforeverandeverandeverandIN.WE.GO!”

By now, Jesse had been flipped over and his arms pulled behind his back. He had seen the engorged thing swinging between the girl’s legs and was under no false impressions over what would happen next. Of course, he had had that same length inside of him many times before… No one classmate at Stanfield’s academy could ever claim not to have felt the touch of the other, and Binita had always made her thirst for his rear very clear. Yet this **** of raw, carnal ferocity was something else entirely. The sissy quickly realised his former friend was barely aware of him at all… at least not as anything more than a set of warm holes to shove herself inside.

All he could do was relax himself into agreement with that idea. After all, was this **** really any more callous or degrading than some of his more enthusiastically sadistic clients? As the months of training wore on, he had begun to find there was as much satisfaction to be found in another red welt across already raw skin, as there was in soft and tender caresses. As with all things, the sissy wondered if it was some quirk of the Algorithm’s meddling that meant the wires of ‘pleasure’ and ‘pain’ became ever more entangled within him… or if that was some deeper trait of his own. Either way, he found himself unable to be entirely aghast or against the prospect of being so utterly overpowered and invaded. His genetically-altered body had already begun its well-practiced process of self-lubrication, even as his collar began flashing out shrill warnings of unauthorised penetration.

Soon enough, the Corpo cavalry would come running and both he and Binita would be scooped up back to Stanfields, to work out exactly what had happened to make her like this. Until then, he just had to weather the furious storm of thrusts into his backside and the answering grind of his own latex-wrapped penis against rough concrete. His former classmate yanked back his hair and clawed at his back, even biting into the flesh of his shoulder at one point. Yet, it was clear there were all just ancillary expressions of a burning, irrepressible need.

“YEssssTAKEitPrettythingTAKEmyMEATyouFiLTHYWHOREI’llfuckandshagandsexandBANGandslamandSCREWyouuntilthere’sNOTHINGLEFTandthenI’LLFUCKYOUSOMEMOREuntilICUMGALloNsinsideyoubecauseIwannaCUmINEEDtoCUMohpleaseGODohKAMADEVAIneedtoCUMpleaseLeTmECuMagainI’VEGOTTOI’VEGOTTOI’VEGOTTO!!!!!”