The school's in session

Finally, that awful spanking sound had ended.

The maid’s ass was crimson red. The 5th Anko made her apologize multiple times. First with every spank, then by making her kiss her feet, and then by stepping on her tits.

And it must’ve been really painful with those heels.

During all this, the maid seemed really pathetic. Her voice was small and tiny. She just desperately asked to be forgiven for her wrong-doings.

If she was in fact me… Why didn’t she have any self-respect? I could never see myself submitting to somebody like that, no matter what they did to me.

…Could I turn into that? How long would it take? Years? Decades?

The thought was so scary I had to push it away. There was still a way to escape. Had to be.

The whole affair ended strangely. 5th Anko picked up the maid and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. If I had any questions about whether these… love-dolls… could emit saliva, it disappeared as I watched the slobber over each other’s mouths. Even both of their lipsticks got smeared all over their faces.

Their extremely huge tits rubbed against each other, making a disgusting rubbery noise.

Then they finally released from each other.

“Now, be a good girl for master, okay number 176?”

“Yes, mistress.”

The 5th Anko let her go, and gave the frightened maid a small slap on her rear. She soon skipped back to work.

The 5th Anko was on the move again, and signaled me to follow.

Like the pathetic being that I already was, I had **** but to do that. After we entered a new hallway, she turned to me.

“I know what you’re thinking. How could I possibly hurt myself like that, right?”

Well, yeah.

“That’s not up to me. It’s my role in the house. I’m in charge of all master’s love-dolls. Okay, fine, maybe I like it a little bit. You gotta get your pleasure from somewhere around here.”

She sounded like a crazy cult member.

“And about that kiss… That’s just something the master instituted in all of us. It’s sort of our “goodbye”. Every time you interact with another doll, that’s how you end the meeting.”

Wait… Did that mean that… Eventually we were also going to…

“And I know what you’re thinking also. How come this Anko gets more privilege over the others?”

Well, she wasn’t wrong. We were still passing multiple maid-Ankos cleaning every nook and cranny of this huge hallway in increasingly embarrassing outfits and positions. I tired my best not looking at them.

All of a sudden, the 5th Anko stopped and sighed.

“You know, I rarely bother to tell this story anymore, but fine. I’m feeling nostalgic. And you’re more co-operative than most of the dolls I wake up. I know it’s mainly because you can barely talk, but whatever.”

She took a deep breath, and I could see her diving into the memories in her head. “In the beginning of master’s reign, he only had four dolls. And he had them for years. He thought that was more than enough for him to last a lifetime. It was only after he really started to bring in the big cash that the idea of making more and more of us started to excite him.”

What a monster. I hated him with passion.

“So, I was the first of the new batch. And for the first month, it was the five of us. The four others had formed a pretty tight clique at this point, so they constantly bullied the new doll and left me out of things. Just think about that. Think how you were feeling just a few minutes ago. The queen of the high school. Turns into a love-doll **** with everyone around you hating you. And nobody like me to introduce this new world to me.”

I… this was weird. I was feeling sympathy… for myself?

“And also the master had these games. He made the five of us compete in all sorts of matches against each other. Mudwrestling, who made him cum fastest, who could bite the other’s nipples the hardest… well I’m not going to list all of them to you. Point is, the other four always teamed up against me so I would lose. And the loser would have to do something extremely humiliating or… time-consuming. So as I was spending another week stuffed in his closet, folded up with my nose inside my pussy…”

Hey, don’t say stuff like that so casually!

“I really began to resent myself. No, I began to resent other versions of myself. And…”

You should be resenting “the master” for doing this to you!

“well, I had time to think about all sorts of punishments for the others. I got really creative. And then I told all my ideas to master. He loved them, and soon put them to action. Well, ever since then, I’ve sort of become his closest Anko. I’ve become quite creative in my little wicked thoughts, after all.”

She said that with a proud smile. It made me sick to my stomach.

“Ugh, enough babbling. We are still on a schedule here. And you still haven’t even seen the classrooms. Come, now!” she said as she got walking and clicked her fingers at me.

What was the thing she had installed in me? Some panic inhibitor? I could feel that one heating up in the back of my head.

We finally reached a intimidating-looking double door. The 5th Anko stopped me before I could reach the doors. She pointed my attention to the sign next to the door.

It read: “Never say the K-word.”

“That’s number one rule in the school. Go ahead, try it.”

What? Did she mean…

“K… Goshujin-sama?”

“Oh yeah right, I forgot your thing again. Um…”

5th Anko grabbed a maid-Anko nearby, who was scrubbing the floor with her legs open and pussy peaking through her micro-panties, and pulled her up. The maid was quite shocked of the sudden interaction.

“Mistress? Did I do something bad?”

“No. I just need you to demonstrate something for the newbie. Say that word.”

The maid-Anko looked at the sign, and I could see her legs start shaking.

“But… But, you’re never supposed to…”

“It’s okay for demonstration purposes. Do it.”

The maid gathered up her strength.

“K… Karen.”

Then, as if hit by lightning, she seemed to get a huge electric shock from somewhere. It was so bad, that she fell on the floor, shaking. She fell with her legs left completely open and a clear view of her panties. Like in one of those disgusting hentai animes.

She was electrocuted. For saying my actual name. Why? Why the fuck?

“She’s okay. None of us can actually die, so don’t worry about stuff like that. Sure we can be sold for parts and stuff but master hasn’t done that to any of us yet. If he wants to get rid of us… He has other methods.”

Everything just seemed to be getting darker and darker around here.

“Anyway, you get the point. Never say that name again. You are no longer that person. You are Anko number 357. Wear your new title with pride.”

N-No… You can’t just… erase… my whole…

“All of this is clearer once I show you this.”

The 5th Anko opened up the intimidating doors.

Behind them was a classroom, looking like something you could see in any normal college. The school was in full session.

About 60 Ankos were sitting in small, fetishized schoolgirl-outfits in front of their desks.

On the front of the classroom was a huge TV screen. That anime that Anko was from was running on the screen. Everyone in the room seemed to be listening to the show intensely.

Then the screen panned to Anko. She was practically naked, staring at the main character with a cute but dumbstruck expression.

“Desu ka?”

Then, something extremely creepy and weird happened.

Every single Anko in the classroom repeated the line, exactly the way Anko had said it.

“Desu ka?”

I almost had to take a step back, the feeling of dread was that overwhelming.

The teacher-looking Anko at the front of the class picked up her cane, walked up to one Anko in the third row, and just straight up hit that Anko’s nipples with the cane.

“NO! Repeat after me! Desu ka?”

“Desu… ka?”

Another hit with a cane. I turned away. I didn’t want to see this anymore.

I stepped further from the classroom. Could I run? Was it possible?

“If the master likes you, you’ll spend the first year of your new life here. Training to be just like his beloved Anko.”

I tried running. It was a feeble effort, I just lost my balance and fell on top of the passed out maid-Anko.