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Candy turns around slowly, her movements heavy and deliberate as the silver chains of her bikini clink against her oiled skin. The massive BBL shifts with her, the synthetic flesh swaying with an unnatural weight that draws every eye to the exaggerated curve of her ass.

"And since we're being thorough about what it means to be fully claimed," Candy purrs, glancing back over her shoulder with a vacant, knowing smirk, "let's talk about the other half of being a proper fucktoy."

She braces her hands against the podium and bends forward at the waist, pushing her hips high into the air. The position forces her BBL to spread wide, presenting her rear to the class in a display of absolute vulnerability and obscene exposure. Her ass is a mountain of tight, surgical perfection, tanned to a deep bronze and glistening with a layer of scented oil that makes the skin shine like polished latex.

"A proper doll doesn't just have a cunt for the Prophet's cock," she continues, her voice muffled slightly by her position. "A proper doll is open in every way. There is no part of this body that isn't reserved for his pleasure."

She uses two manicured fingers to spread her cheeks wide, exposing her asshole to the harsh fluorescent lights. The puckered ring is flushed a deep, irritated pink, standing out starkly against the tanned skin of her ass. It looks tight, stretched, and thoroughly used, a clear testament to countless sessions of claiming.

"Look at it," she commands, her tone dripping with pride. "This isn't some untouched, virgin hole. This is a conquered territory. It's been stretched, claimed, and filled. Every time he uses this part of me, he's reminding me that I belong to him completely front and back."

A thin trail of clear lubricant runs from the opening, catching the light.

"Being an ex dyke means you used to think bodies were private. You thought there were boundaries. But once you're converted, those boundaries vanish. Your asshole becomes just another mouth for him to feed, another place for him to deposit his blessing. When you're truly a slut, you don't have any secrets from your Prophet. You are an open book, written in semen and silicone."

She releases her grip, the flesh snapping back into place with a wet sound, and straightens up slowly, waddling back to her feet with a satisfied smirk.

"So don't be shy about your desires. Don't pretend you want to keep yourself 'clean.' A real bitch wants to be filthy. She wants to be used until there's nowhere left to claim. Now, let's get back to the real lessons."