The mess hall

Sarah lead him to a crowded building at the center of campus. The sign read “Dykes Memorial Dining Hall.” She dragged Sam into the building, and, like everything else on campus, it looked more like an orgy than a college.

All around he saw futa ravaging non-futa students. The worst was one girl, her clothes in tatters, being gangbang by three large futa who were taking the time to make sure it was rough. Her ass and pussy were bright red already from the beating and they showed no sign of stopping.

“Should’ve let them get in front of her.” Sarah said. “Once they’ve had their fun the faculty will punish her even worse. They figure the fucking she’s getting now is reparations. She’ll probably get a week in the stocks to make a throrough example of her, it being so early in the year. Let that be a lesson to you Sam. Futa rule this school. Cross them and they’ll pound your ass till you can’t walk. But then, I’m gonna do that anyway.” She promised. She cut into the front of the line due to her status as a **** owningt futa, and grabbed a plate food for herself. She then took her seat at a table with a half dozen other futa, who immediatly began fawning over her.

“Sarah, I love your new bitch. You legacies are so lucky.”

“And your sense of style is so impeccable. That collar matches the tail so splendidly.”

“And look at how well behaved he is, you’ve already broken the bitch-boy.”

She silenced their sycophantic comments with a gesture and said “Thank you for your kind words, but my **** is no doubt hungry. Would you mind helping me feed him?”