A Momentary Reprieve...

A smoothly mechanical voice intruded into the pregnant silence, “Express bus to Phucker. Please take your seats. The doors are closing and your introductory hologram will begin shortly. Remember to remain seated until acceleration has stopped.”

Scarlett relaxed slightly as everyone sat back down, though she could still feel hungry eyes on her. As the doors behind her closed and the bus started to move, she took another look around, searching for a place to sit. There were four booths of four seats on either side of the bus, with an aisle running down the center, and some low racks of luggage across from the door, where she stood now. Above about three feet high the walls and roof were glass—she could feel the alternation of sun and shade on her as the city made its way past the window. And every one of the 32 seats was occupied by a young-looking man, snickering to each other while they watched her cast her eyes desperately around for a safe spot.

Just then, the bus took a sharp right and descended into a tunnel. Scarlett had a brief view of other vehicles rushing by before the bus jerked forward; the sudden acceleration threw her off her feet, and she crashed painfully to the floor, and screamed as she bounced and skidded until she came to rest against the back wall. Uproarious laughter erupted from the rest of the bus, accompanied by shouts:

"I knew the dumb slut would fall!"

"I didn't think she'd make it that far!"

"Stupid stray. Never can expect much from that model."

Before she could gather herself, someone took a handful of hair and started pulling her sideways; she yelped again and crawled as best she could in the direction he was pulling. She ended up lying on her back with her arms trapped beneath her and her head against the wall, legs splayed and chest heaving deliciously, staring up at four grinning men. She opened her mouth to protest, or plead, but the guy to her right slapped her hard on the cheek and said, "Shut up, slut. We'll feed you in a minute, don't worry. For now, just lie there and be our footstool."

The two men closest to the aisle were already tearing the film away from between her legs. She tried to squirm away, and managed at least to get her arms out from under her, but they just laughed at her struggles and pulled her limbs to the corners of the booth—she felt a buzz around her ankles and wrists, and when she tried to move them away, they were held securely. The man to her right slapped her again, "I said lie still, cumdump!" She whimpered, helpless, and the men leaned back in their chairs and rested their feet on her basically naked torso, their heels digging uncomfortably into her breasts, stomach, thighs, and pussy. She felt the pressure pushing the collector and plug deeper into her pussy and ass.

Once the men had settled in, they ignored her completely, conversing with each other over her prone body.

"I thought about trying the new double-extra-length mod this time, too, but, I dunno, I find most sluts struggle with the regular extra, even the ones with no-gag. And as much as I like watching her struggle while bottoming out down some bitch's gullet, I don't want to have to work too hard to get there, you know? I'd rather spend the money on more capacity and faster regen. I'm up to practically a quarter-cup this body!"

"Hah, they must look like hell when you're done with 'em! I mean, more than usual, obviously. You're probably pretty popular among those idiot Googletarians, always carping about feeding strays."

"Ugh, don't get me started. I just get off humiliating sluts; couldn't care less if they end up dumb as rocks and sucking off the homeless in Yahoo-ville."

"Francis, did you end up getting those control pheromones you showed me? Those looked sick—wish I could've afforded them."

Scarlett listened in growing alarm as the conversation continued along these lines. There seemed to be an endless stream of ways the modern world had figured out to make sex as frequent and uncomfortable as possible. She could still remember what life had been like just yesterday—warm, full of promise, comfortable. There, her beauty had been an asset: people had sought her out, praised her, lavished her with attention and gifts. Now it was worse than normal: she was just one in a billion beautiful clones, stuck in a world that insisted on degrading her at every opportunity, under the heels, quite literally, of a class that wanted only to use her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of four identical holograms in the space above her. An asian-looking woman in pigtails, tits barely covered by a tiny black bikini, smiled at each of the four men.

“Thanks for choosing Phucker University!" she giggled in a high voice. "You're gonna have such a good time here, I know it!"

"We have the best classes here, and we have the best sports, and, um, the best food, and, um, uh, oh go— ack! Gaaack!"

She gagged visibly on the long cock that had just been thrust into her open mouth, and her shoulders shook as she tried to buck off it. The hologram zoomed out and panned to show that the woman was on her knees, with her wrists cuffed behind her back. The man standing in front of her used both hands to shove her deeper onto his cock, pulled her off just enough to breathe, then started slowly fucking her face. The sound of gagging alternated with sharp breaths, while the camera panned again, and the man said, "We told her we'd clear her tuition debt if she got through the introductions without saying 'um.' As you can see, she failed!"

There were chuckles from the bus passengers.

"Welcome to Phucker, gentlemen! A few logistical details, first. Your bus should arrive in a few hours. You should have received your dorm assignment already…

Scarlett zoned out as the man went through the boring minutiae of campus life, especially since none of it seemed to apply to her. She hadn't received a dorm assignment, she didn't have a phone chip, nobody had familiarized her with the principles of slut-use etiquette. (Wait, what was that?) She tried to shift slightly to get some relief from the heels digging into her breasts and pussy, but there was nothing she could do with her limbs immobilized. A few phrases did catch her ears: apparently the bathrooms were all equipped with blowjob holes? Those majoring in "Training" had access to special dungeons? She shuddered and tried to nap, but a change in tone made her try to sit up.

"Now, as you can see, we're a proudly co-ed school," the man gestured to the girl still struggling to breathe around his dick, "and I hope you'll show any new co-ed students traveling with you the same respect they'll receive on campus! Remember, while you all have your tuition comped by the federal government, they have to earn their way through, so I'm sure they'll be eager for any opportunity to earn school credit or practice their curriculum. In fact, they can be given a demerit for refusing such an opportunity—enough demerits and, sadly, they'll be expelled out to the streets!"

"You've made the right choice to have Phucker be your first stop for this life-round. There's no better place to acclimate yourself to a new body and a new world. Enjoy your trip! We look forward to your arrival. Don't we, Lucy?"

Given the chance to fully inhale for the first time since the monologue had started, the dick-sucking hologram drew a ragged breath, coughed a few times, and tried to smile at the camera. Her face was covered in spit and tears and her insubstantial bikini top had bounced free.

"...[cough]...yes, sir…[cough]...please come here…ah!"

On the word 'come,' the man started ejaculating, adding to the fluids already coating her. The other passengers thought this was hilarious.

After a final close-up on the woman's semen- and spit-covered face attempting to smile, the holograms faded, and the glass walls of the bus changed from opaque to clear, showing trees whizzing by as the bus traveled at what to Scarlett seemed like impossible speed. She enjoyed the sunlight for a split-second, before realizing that the attention of the other passengers was squarely on her.