the cock god

[The classroom atmosphere has shifted from confusion to a thick, narcotic haze. The students are physically softer now, their movements more sluggish as the hormonal reconditioning begins to melt their cognitive functions. Maya stands at the front, holding a piece of chalk in one hand and a thick, leather crop in the other. Behind her is a massive blackboard.]

[With aggressive, practiced strokes, Maya draws. She doesn't draw anatomical diagrams; she draws a weapon. A massive, throbbing cock stretches across the entire board, topped with an enormous, flared glans. Below it, she draws two heavy, sagging balls, detailed with veins and texture.]

"Pay attention, you fucking slackers!" Maya screams, slamming her crop against the board. "Today we discuss the only god you need to worship: The Phallus."

[She circles the drawing of the cock with the chalk.]

"For most of you, this thing is terrifying. You spent years thinking that 'intimacy' was something soft, something mutual, something between two women. You think you're 'straight' now because you're being forced, but your brains are still fighting it. You're still trying to analyze it, to resist it. You're still trying to be people."

[She taps the drawing of the glans.]

"But you won't be able to resist forever. Because the only way to kill that stupid, stubborn dyke brain is to drown it. We don't just fuck you; we overwhelm you. We flood your senses, we overload your nervous system, and when you're choking on cum and screaming for more, that's when the old you finally dies. That's when the bimbo is born."

[Maya turns to the class, her eyes wild and ravenous.]

"Now, learn how to handle this instrument. You have four primary jobs, and if you fuck up any of them, you're useless."

[She points to the cock on the board.]

"One: The Mouth. This isn't for talking. This is for swallowing. When you take this cock, you don't just suck; you devour. You use your tongue to trace the veins, your lips to create a vacuum, and your throat to take as much as humanly possible. You want to practice 'deep throating' until your gag reflex becomes nothing but a pleasurable spasm. You want to learn to love the taste of salt and musk. A cock wants to be worshipped, and your mouth is its temple."

[She moves the chalk down to the massive balls.]

"Two: The Scrotum. Don't ignore these. These are the engines. You learn to use your hands and your tongue to massage, to squeeze, to tease. You make them ache with pleasure so that when the cock finally fires, it's like an explosion."

[She moves to the middle of the cock's shaft.]

"Three: The Tits. This is the friction zone. You learn to position your breasts those ridiculous silicone pillows we gave you so they grip the shaft like a vice. You slide, you squeeze, you use your nipples to scrape against the underside. You make him feel like he's being fucked by two warm, soft clouds."

[Finally, she draws two circles at the bottom of the cock: one representing the Vagina, one representing the Anus.]

"Four: The Holes. The Vagina is for the rhythm the grinding, the pulsing, the milking. You learn to clench around him like you're trying to drain him dry. And the Anus? That's for the surrender. That's for when he wants to claim every single inch of you. You learn to relax, to open, to accept the intrusion until you can't tell where you end and he begins."

[Maya drops the chalk, her breathing becoming heavy. She licks her swollen lips, staring at the drawing with obvious hunger.]

"You're going to practice all of these. Over and over. Until your brains are so full of cum that you can't remember your names, your politics, or your fucking pasts. Until the only thought left in that pretty little skull is: 'Please, Master, fuck me again.'"

[She cracks the whip, sending a shower of sparks off the floor.]

"Now, get to your stations! The first round of 'Deep Drowning' starts now! I want to hear you choking on it before the bell rings!"