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Bassy EDM blared out of the cheap speakers on either side of the drinks table as lights strobed and college students awkwardly danced. Bree hunched in closer over her red solo cup of cheap beer and tried to block out the din of the party. Tonight had been a mistake- Stacy had dragged her along to her boyfriend's frat party, she had said it would be fun to get out of the dorms for once. At first, she was right- meeting new people and dancing was fun, even if most of them were football players and their vapid girlfriends. Then, Stacy had disappeared off somewhere, leaving Bree with a room full of strangers and a headache from too much light beer and bad house music.
Sighing, she shouldered her way through the crowd towards one of the doors. She hadn’t been to the Mu Phi Omega house before and she’d gotten turned around in the dark, twisting corridors to the dance room- the whole thing was constructed like a maze- but there had to be a way to get back outside somewhere. She entered a hallway with a bank of windows on one side, a row of doors on the other. Some groups of guys and girls loitered, chatting, in the darkened hall, their faces barely illuminated by the street lights below them. Bree went to try one of the doors, but realized there was a sock over the knob. Suddenly, she was very conscious of another rhythmic thumping beyond the pound of the now-muted music. Wrinkling her nose, she fled down the hallway, through an open door, then another, wandering further and further away from the music. Finally, deep within the house, she found herself in front of a closed door at the end of another hall. Grasping the handle, she opened it.
The room beyond was a rec room- a ping-pong table in the center with some televisions mounted to the walls. There was a small bar on one side, and at the end of the room there was a huge circular window, through which she could see the twinkling lights of Hillside University. The room was empty, except for a ménage à trois rutting on one of the couches. Bree blushed furiously and was about to turn and leave when she recognized the brunette hair and athletic body of the girl being spitroasted.
“Stacy!?” Bree yelped, transfixed as she watched her friend choke on the dick of one tall, muscled frat boy as another plowed into her from behind.
“Oh, like, hi Bree!” Stacy giggled, her mouth slipping off the cock with a pop. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look to them, and she wore a dopy, vacant grin across her face. “Master, this is my friend I wanted you to meet!”
“Stacy what are you- why are you- what- Master?” Bree babbled. Her beer slipped from her hand and splashed across the ground.
“Sorry, babe,” The frat boy who’d been getting blown said. Penis still fully erect, he got off the couch and started walking over towards Bree. “Stace likes to get kinky and do some roleplay when we fuck. She’s got a thing for acting like a dumb, subby bimbo slave, isn’t that right, sugartits?”
“Oh yes, Master!” Stacy said. She hadn’t stopped fucking the other boy.
“Um, well. Uh.” Bree continued to struggle for words. “I was just looking for a way outside. I’ll- I guess I’ll go now.”
“Oh, party a little intense for you? You can stay up here with us a while if you’d like, I’ll freshen up the room a bit.” The guy said. He grabbed a white aerosol can off the table and before Bree could protest he liberally sprayed down the air around her. She coughed as the sweet, chemically mist settled over her. “Take a seat, babe.”
“No I think I’ll-” Bree stopped mid sentence. A sweet, chemically cloud settled over her mind. Take a seat, babe. “I- yes, I’ll take a seat.”
“I’m Chet, by the way. Stacy’s boyfriend.” Chet said. As Bree stumbled into a shitty folding chair nearby, she couldn’t help but admire her friend’s partner. Chet was tall, standing a good half a head higher than her. His hair was dark and close-cut, and his face had a clean-shaven handsomeness to it. His arms were as thick as her thighs, and his stomach was a wide, tan washboard that ended in a thick bush of pubic hair and his impressively large dick. The way it pendulumed back and forth as he strode back to the couch to sit next to her friend was almost hypnotic. He manspread across the cushions, legs wide and dick out. “We were gonna meet you earlier, but someone was feeling a little too horny.”
“I’m sooo sorry, Master!” Stacy moaned as Chet roughly grabbed her breast. “I couldn’t, like, help it!”
“I know, babe.” Chet said, continuing to play with his girlfriend’s tit. He jerked his thumb to the other man who had continued to pump in and out of Stacy’s pussy. “And this goon’s Tyler.”
“Sup.”
“Um, hi, I guess.” Bree said, waving awkwardly. She shifted in the hard plastic chair. “Could you guys put on some clothes or something? It’s- it’s really distracting.”
“Nah, it feels so good walking around in my birthday suit,” Chet said, leaning back and grinning wolfishly. His cock bounced up as he did, swaying invitingly. “We're all so horny up here, of course we're naked.”
Naked. Horny. “Yes. I guess that does make sense.” Bree said, licking her lips. Her mind was foggy, it was hard to think about anything but the naked, horny boys in front of her and her naked and horny friend. She was certainly one of those right now. “You’re horny, so you’re naked. Naked and horny.”
“In fact, it’s a little weird that you’re still wearing clothes, right?” Chet chuckled. His eyes wandered across her squirming thighs and heaving chest. “You’re horny too, right?”
“Y-yes.” Bree signed. The sweet residue in her sinuses settled deeper into her mind. She shrugged off her jacket and reached for the hem of her crop top to the hooting approval of the frat boys. “Horny. And naked.”
She peeled off her shirt, revealing the lacy blue bra underneath. She unclasped it and shucked it off, throwing it into a pile with her other upperwear and revealing her pert, c-cup breasts. Her nipples wrinkled and hardened in the cool air. Next, she kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her denim skirt, revealing her fat, heart shaped butt, now clad only in her panties. The blush on Bree’s cheeks spread down her neck to her chest, and she felt a dampness begin to build between her legs.
“Oh, very nice, slut,” Chet said, admiring her newly revealed tits.
“Slut?” Bree’s brow furrowed. “No, I’m-I’m not a slut.”
“Hey Tyler,” Chet asked. “What do you call a girl who strips topless for a guy less than five minutes after meeting him?”
“Uh… definitely a slut, bro,” Tyler agreed.
“See?” Chet pointed at Bree’s pile of clothing. “It’s a scary word, I know, babe, but you got to admit you are acting like a slut.”
“But sluts suck cock!” Bree sputtered, her foggy mind grasping for anything to keep from bending to Chet's words. “- I don’t like sucking cock.”
“I dunno, honey,” Chet said. He thrust his hips forward, making his penis spring up and down invitingly. “Tried it recently?”
“N-no.” Bree whined.
“Oh you’ll love it, Bree!” Stacy chimed in. “Sucking cock is, like, so much fun!”
“I-I,”
Sucking cock is so much fun.
Bree’s vision narrowed to the flopping erection in front of her. “Yeah, sucking cock is so much fun.”
Magnetically, she was drawn out of her chair, stumbling and then crawling across the floor, her butt wriggling in the air as she stumbled towards the proffered cock in a trance-like state. She soon found herself between Chet’s legs, staring up at the mighty meat rod that now commanded her full attention. It was a good eight inches long, uncut, and thicker than the toy she kept under her bed in the dorms. The length was still slick with Stacy’s spit, and her lipstick had stained the veiny surface about three quarters of the way down it. Below, Chet’s fat nuts hung, wreathed in his dark bush. The air was thick with his scent, and Bree’s nostrils flared as she drank in the pungent, musky, fun smell of ball sweat and cherry lip gloss. A thin trail of drool began to drip from the edge of her mouth.
“C’mon dummy!” Chet laughed, smacking her across the face with his dick. It left a long smear of slick precum. “Don’t just sit there, suck it like a good slut!”
“Yes.” Suck . The command overroad all thought in Bree’s mind and her head shot out, lips wrapping around the tip of the frat boy’s dick. Kneeling before him, she grabbed the base of the shaft in one hand and began to pump in time with her tongue lashing his foreskin. Her other hand buried itself between her slick thighs.
“Oh yeah,” Chet groaned. “Just like that, slut. Didn’t I tell you this would be fun?”
“Slurp, slurp, slurp.” Slut. Fun. She was having fun. Fun sucking cock. Bree liked sucking cock. Her hand squished in her panties as she slowly worked her way down Chet's tool, savoring the flavor as her tongue traced the veins. Maybe she was a slut?
“Yes!” Chet said, grabbing Bree by her blonde hair and holding her to his dick. “Damn, for someone who doesn't like sucking cock you sure are built to choke on frat dick!”
“Glurp, slurp, glurk!” Choke in frat dick . Bree looked up across Chet's muscled belly quizzically. How could she ever hate sucking cock when she was practically made to choke on frat junk?
“Yay! See, Master?” Stacy cheered. “I told you she'd be a great fuckslave once her mind softened up a little.”
“Slurp, glurp, pop! F-fuckslave?” Fuckslave. Fuck. Slave. Slaaave. Something struggled through the fog in Bree's mind as her lips lifted off Chet's groin. No. Something was wrong. Something wa-
“Don't listen to her, baby. Roleplay and all that.” Chet said hurriedly. Gently, he pushed her face back towards his throbbing erection with one hand as he grabbed Stacy by the chin in the other. “Not yet, bitch! She's not deep enough!”
“Oops, sorry Master!” Stacy giggled. “C'mon Bree! Make Chetty cum for me! You'll love the taste!”
“Yes. Cum.” Bree's lips sank back down on the frat boy's glans, thought banished back into the musty rear corners of her brain as her taste buds tingled in anticipation of how much they'd love the flavor of frat cum. She began noisily bobbing her head, savoring the taste of the salty precum leaking from Chet's lower head.
“Oh, oh!” He grunted. “Just like that, slut! I'm gonna-”
Bree's mouth filled with thick, creamy spunk as Chet's cock pulsed inside her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she rolled the taste around with her tongue, and she fell back away from the couch in bliss. On the couch, Tyler grunted as he finally finished into her friend, and Stacy shrieked to her own orgasm.
“Yeah, good girl,” Chet panted, leaning back deep into his seat. “Told'ja being a slut was fun.”
“Totally fun!” Stacy giggled as she draped over her Master's lap and began to suckle the last of his flow from his now-shrinking erection.
“Yeah, totally fun.” Bree droned, basking in the afterglow as she kneaded her breast and dragged a thin line of drool and cum out of her mouth to catch the light.
“Now, Bree, you were such a good slut with me, but a slut can't just suck one boy, can she?” Chet asked. Stacy squealed as he pushed her off of his dick, and then began to coo and giggle as he turned her head towards her friend. Tyler grinned as he rose from the couch and began ambling his way towards her “My friends here still have a little bit of energy left, how ‘bout you share the love a bit?”
“Good slut.” Bree repeated.
Stacy practically crawled up her body. She ground up her hip, leaving a snail trail of Tyler's cum and her own excitement in her wake.
“Share the love.”
Tyler chuckled stupidly as he pawed at her soaking panties, pulling them down to reveal her quivering pussy. Bree squealed and writhed as his fingers invaded her.
“Good s-slut.” Her voice quivered. Her legs drew up.
Stacy positioned herself over Bree's head, her muscled thighs framing her hairless snatch, oozing with frat cum. She loved the taste of frat cum. She loved eating out her friend's cunt full of frat cum.
Right?
S-share the- share-”
Chet sat up from his throne upon the couch, his eyes narrowing. Tyler, oblivious, shimmied in closer, brushing his dick up against the slut's slick bush. Something was wrong.
No.
No!
“No!”
Tyler roared as Bree's foot connected with his groin, stumbling backward. Stacy yelped as Bree threw her off herself, muscles suddenly coursing with adrenaline. She scrambled across the sweat-slick linoleum, away from Tyler's screams and towards the door. Something was very wrong. She had to get out of here!
“Slave, if you don't catch her, you don't cum for a month!” Chet shouted.
“Yes, Master!” Stacy said. Bree heard movement behind her and saw her friend rise and begin to give chase. She scrambled to her feet and began to run as her panties shredded off her legs. She was so close, the door was ten feet away!
Her foot landed in something wet and slipped, sending her tumbling ass over heels onto the floor. Her nose was pressed into a puddle of warm beer, her red party cup inches from her face. She began to sob and scream as Stacy tackled her from behind.
“Rape! Rape! Someone help! Someone h-mmmph!” Her pleas were cut short as the track and field athlete flipped her over and shoved her muff into her mouth. Bree looked up pleadingly into her friend's eyes. Stacy stared back, a vapid smile still plastered across her face and her eyes cold and empty.
“Good slut.” Chet said, sauntering up next to the girls and patting Stacy on the head as she giggled and preened. In his hand, he held the spray can from earlier. That was what was causing this! “Looks like I didn't hit her with the slut spray hard enough earlier. You wanna do the honors?”
“But Master!” Stacy breathed. “Only frat Masters are supposed to use the spray!”
“Special exemption, sugartits.” Chet shrugged. “Now get her good. Her and I owe you a cum!”
“Like, sure, Master!” Stacy giggled, grabbing the can, she brought it down to where Bree was choking on her cunt and pressed the button. “Open wide, bitch!”
“Kaff! Kaff! Kaff! Stacy! Why!” Bree rasped as the thighs around her head released her and she drew in a deep breath of the insidious miasma. It was already worming into her brain, softening and clouding her thoughts.
“‘Cuz Master told me to, silly!” The girl said. “Now lick, slut.”
No. No no no no. Bree trembled, tears in her eyes as she used the last of her willpower to tear her mouth away from her former friend’s dripping pussy. The order reverberated around her mind. Lick, slut.
“I said lick!” Stacy growled, shoving the spray can in Bree’s face again and hitting her with another, longer, blast of chemicals. “Lick my cunt and obey!”
Her mind exploded into a white hot ball, Stacy’s word’s blaring over every thought. LICK, SLUT. LICK. LICK CUNT. OBEY.
Bree felt her her tongue lapping along the slobbering lips above her and the taste of Tyler’s cum. Then, she blacked out.
“-no idea what happened with her-”
“-going along with everything we said and then-”
“-like a switch flipped.”
Bree groaned, shifting. She tried to rub the tired out of her eyes, but her arms refused to move.
“-never seen it before-”
“She’s waking up!”
She opened her eyes. She was in a small, windowless room that reeked of sex, her hands and feet bound to a dingy single cot. There was another bed across the room, she could make out the huge mass of Tyler laid up, surrounded by a small throng of cooing girls in frilly lingerie. At the base of her cot, Chet was talking with a slim boy- Bree thought she recognized him from the library. He had shaggy, dark hair, glasses, and was wearing a stained and faded band t-shirt. Chet was wearing an HU jersey, more clothes than she’d seen him in before, but both men were bottomless. Stacy’s long, brunette hair bobbed in front of Chet’s crotch, while a girl with short, spiky red hair and industrial piercings worshiped the other boy’s cock. Bree thought she recognized her from her lit class- the lesbian that sat in the back row.
“Hey, cunt!” Chet growled. “You’re causing me quite the headache tonight.
“Help! Someone help!” Bree screamed. The boys winced as the girls around Tyler milled around, eyes wide as they watched their Masters’ captive squirm. Chet leaned over and swatted her on the crotch, hard enough to make her yelp in pain.
“Don’t bother,” Chet said. “The basement’s soundproof, and everyone at the party went home hours ago. It’s just us now, bitch.”
“So you really weren’t kidding about the priomone spray not working.” The scrawny boy said. “Fascinating.”
“Yeah, Simon, real brain tickler that one.” Chet said. “What the fuck are we supposed to do if she remembers what happened to her and doesn’t like it? We can’t just let her go, she’ll blow our whole thing up!”
Bree felt a dark pit open in her stomach. “I-I promise I won’t tell anyone. I swear!”
“Fuckin likely!” Chet snapped.
“I thought we might run into this eventually,” The shaggy boy, Simon, said. “Some women were bound to have some innate resistance to the priomones, I figured it was probably somewhere between one in a hundred and one in a thousand.”
“So there’s more like her? That the spray won’t work on?”
“Maybe. But you said it did make her suggestible, though.”
“Yeah, so?” Chet shrugged. “Getting a girl to blow you is a bit less than the advertised fuckslave maker you promised us.”
“My point is, she isn’t immune. Just resistant. Off, Gwen” Simon said, pushing the redhead away from his cock. He began rummaging underneath the bed. He brought out a pair of headphones and a gas canister connected to a plastic medical mask. “I thought we might have this issue, so I planned accordingly.”
“Resistance just means she needs more, a lot more, for it to wear her down.” Simon said, setting the canister down next to the head of the cot. “There’ll be long term side effects, she won’t be fit to go out in public. You guys are gonna need to figure out how to disappear her.”
“Hey, wait, no!” Bree said, thrashing against the duct tape. “Really, I won’t say anything! I’ll go back home and you won’t hear from me again!”
“Damn, dad doesn’t like it when I dip into the fund.” Chet said, ignoring Bree’s pleas. “Sure, whatever. It’ll have to work.”
“No! Please! I’ll suck your cocks! You can fuck me as much as you want! I’ll-mmmmph!” Bree’s pleading was cut short as Simon produced a ball gag and shoved it in her mouth, buckling it around the back of her head.
“Enough talking now.” The boy said, looking down at her as he placed the headphones over her ears and fitted the mask. Simon looked at her the way a bio student looked through a microscope at an experiment. There was a hissing noise as he turned the valve on the container and the mask began to fill with the sweet smelling mist. He turned the headphones on as well, and a robotic voice began to drone into Bree’s ears.
“You are a fucktoy.”
“Mmmph!” Bree struggled against her binds, back arching. No! She wasn’t their fucktoy!
“You have no will.”
“Nuuuph!” She shook her head, trying to knock the mask off.
“You are property of Mu Phi Omega”
It was getting hard for her to think again, her mind sinking into the thick chemical haze. Property.
“Damn, she really is resistant, I’ve never seen a girl take this much.” Simon observed. “Let’s try a little encouragement. Gwen, help our new friend here out.”
“Yes, Daddy!” The cute redhead crawled up onto the bed between Bree’s legs, her fat, pale breasts swinging pendulously below her. Gwen gripped her by the stomach and stared up at her hungrily. “Daddy doesn’t let me eat pussy much anymore, he says I’m wasted on dyke cunt!”
“You are a suckdoll.”
S-suckdoll . Bree tried desperately to scoot her crotch away from Gwen’s pierced tongue, but the ex-lesbian was persistent and her range of motion was seriously impaired. She whined through the gag as expert lips danced across her clit and labia.
“You have no mind.”
No… no mind. Her eyes crossed as pleasure dripped up her spine and multiplied within her drugged brain.
“You are a slutslave.”
Slutslaaaave. Her vision began to grow dark, her world narrowing to the hissing gas and the lapping of the other frat slut’s tongue bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“You live to serve frat cock’
Live to serve frat cock. Bree came, her brain fully opening to the insidious commands as the wave of pleasure washed through her. She slipped into warm, hazy oblivion as the mask continued to pump her body full of Slut Spray, the headphone continued to pump her head full of new thoughts, and Gwen continued to pump her cunt full of pleasure. The last thing she saw was Chet's sneering face.
“See you later, Cockdoll!”
Cockdoll awoke on a soft, padded mat. It didn’t know where it was, how it had gotten there, or how long it had been there. All it knew was that it was Cockdoll and it felt empty.
Cockdoll scrambled to its feet, exploring the space it was in. It was a small room, a door on one side, a mirror on the other. It admired itself in the mirror, playing with what had once been Bree’s body. The former coed had been transformed, its blond hair done in tight pigtails and face made up in bright, whorish makeup. The only adornment the vapid slutslave wore was a plain leather dog collar and a pair of thigh high socks covered in greek letters. Cockdoll giggled as it traced the ΜΦΩ brand on its forehead, cooing at the tenderness of the skin. Its vacant eyes roamed down its body, mesmerized as it shook its swollen fucktoy tits and listened to the jingle of the bells that pierced its nipples. Eventually, Cockdoll’s gaze alighted on its bare, dripping pussy. It squealed excitedly as its slow brain processed what exactly FRAT FUCKTOY tattoo across its mons meant, and its hand shot down to grope at its fuckhole. It groaned, the pleasure it felt from its fingers was hollow, meaningless. The emptiness in Cockdoll’s core remained as it pitifully tried to masturbate.
Eventually, the door behind it opened, and there was the sound of heavy footsteps. Cockdoll turned, finger raised to its lips as it stared vacantly at the two Masters who had entered the room.
“Fuck?” Cockdoll asked. “Cockdoll wanna fuck cocks!”
“See, bro,” Chet said. “The bitch is totally tame now. No more fighting or screaming, just a slut who loves cock.”
“Cock! Cock!” Cockdoll agreed, crawling towards the two frat brothers. It could smell their musky sweat and its mouth and cunt began to drool in anticipation of juicy frat dick. “Cockdoll fuck Masters!”
“Hey, no! Cockdoll sit!” Chet said as the slut began to paw at his gym shorts. Cockdoll froze immediately, and then flopped back onto its butt, whining as it leaned forward to huff the smell of its masters and try in vain to pleasure itself. “See, and she’s perfectly obedient now. She’ll do anything you want.”
“Damn, bro. Anything?” Tyler asked, scratching his head. “Alright. Cockdoll, slap yourself. Hard.”
“Yes, Master!” Cockdoll giggled. It tore a hand away from its tit and wheeled back, slapping itself hard across the face. Cockdoll moaned and its cunt squirted excitement across the mats, the true pleasure of serving Mu Phi Omega blooming in its brain.
“Oh fuck she really did it!” Tyler said, his eyes as big as saucers
“Told'ja.” Chet chuckled. He turned to leave the room. “Simon really outdid himself on this one. Put her through her paces, bud, you're the one who was wounded in action. Just try to leave her in one piece.”
“Bet.”
The door clicked closed, leaving Cockdoll alone with its Master. Cockdoll stared stupidly up at Tyler as he reached down and cruelly pinched its nipple. Causing it to yelp and squirm.
“You really fucked up my weekend, y'know that, slave?”
“Oooh! Cockdoll sorry, Master!” The deepest anguish Cockdoll’s chemically altered brain could muster ripped through its core. It groveled at Tyler's feet. “Bad Cockdoll! Bad!”
“Slap yourself again.” He said, rubbing the bulge in his pants.
“Yes, Master!” Smack! “ Bad Cockdoll!”
“Again, harder!”
“Oooh! Cockdoll obeys!” It cried, tears from the pain rolling down its face as its back arched and its slit convulsed in the pleasure of obedience. Smack! “Cockdoll won't be bad again!”
“Damn, bitch, we really broke you,” Tyler sneered. “You know what, no more cumming when you obey. You can't cum until I say you can.”
“Aah! Yes Master!” Cockdoll's hand jerked away from its cunt, the pleasure dulling again.
“Now lay back.” Tyler ordered, dropping his shorts and letting his 10 inch erection bounce free. “I'm gonna fuck the rest of that tiny brain out of ya.”
“Yes, Master!” Cockdoll obeyed. It shrieked as its Master's cocked speared into its cunt and began to piston in and out. Its body reacted to the pleasure, but its broken mind obeyed Tyler's order and felt nothing.
“All. You. Sluts.” Tyler grunted, leaning in to punctuate each word with a quick nip to Cockdoll's chest. “Are. Just. Worthless. Holes!”
“Ah! Master!” It shrieked. “Cockdoll is just worthless holes!”
“We should do this to every one of you, turn all of you into brainless, drooling frat toys!” He hissed as he bottomed out in its dripping fuckhole, causing it to scream in pain.
“Yes! Drooling frat toy!” Tyler's dick was tearing Cockdoll apart.
“I'm gonna cum in you, bitch,” Tyler said, leaning in close to its ear. “When I do, you can cum again. Understand?”
“Yes, Master! Cockdoll understands!” It didn’t, but its brain could obey.
“Ah! Take this!” Tyler shouted, hilting himself deep into Cockdoll as he came.
“OohthankyousomuchMasterrrr!” Cockdoll felt the hot, goopy cum break against its cervix and its eyes rolled wildly in their sockets. The pleasure of the rough hate fuck crashed against it in one great blow, leaving Cockdoll twitching mindlessly in the ground.
“Yeah,” Tyler said, getting up and wiping his dick on Cockdoll's face. “Dunno if it was worth getting kicked in the dick, but she's a helluva fuck.”
“Slurp, glurp, slurp!” The rec room thumped with the beat of house music and the rhythmic sound of Cockdoll pleasuring four Mi Phi Omega brothers at once. It wriggled its ass in time with the speakers as Chet pumped in and out of its big bubble but, Mark fucked its cunt, Tyler pulled its fuckpillow lips over his cock by its pigtails, and Brad received attention from its otherwise unoccupied hands. Simon lounged on a nearby couch, his personal slave giving him a leisurely blowjob as he typed away on his laptop. Other members played beer pong and ‘pin the pasty on the slut’. Topless women with trays of drinks and characteristic ‘sprayed’ smiles milled around, hanging on their Masters’ every word.
“Well, I think we can count this one as a success, broskis,” Chet groaned, swatting Cockdoll's wide ass and admiring the jiggle. “If anyone has a slut they'd like to make into another Cockdoll, talk to Simon!”
The rest of the frat bros hooted and jeered while the frat sluts giggled vapidly and shook their tits.
“Now, Stace,” Chet said, motioning his personal slut over. “You said this bitch lived in the dorms before we grabbed it, yeah?”
“Oh, yes, Master!” Stacy nodded enthusiastically. She handed him a cold beer and then stood passively to let her tits and cunt be groped. “I can, like, show you where!”
“Good, we're gonna have to make sure her roommate and RA don't miss her.” He said, swigging back his beer. “Hell, maybe they'll come and meet her, see just how much she loves it here. Isn't that right, slut?”
“Pop! Oh yes, Master!” Cockdoll pulled Tyler's slobbery erection out of her mouth to answer before continuing to guzzle hog. “Cockdoll lives to serve frat cock!”
“I know ya do, sugartits.” Chet patted its butt, causing Cockdoll to shiver in response. “Now who's up for a raiding party?”
The rec room erupted into raucous chants and shouting. Cockdoll didn’t care, it just continued to suck and fuck frat dick, its mind full of pleasure and free of thought.