I left Jenny on the ground and went to the bed for a good sleep. It was not easy to handle sex toys this addicted to it. It was supposed to be my revenge—to use her body as I wanted when they were all against it. It was a revenge I had planned for so damn long, but these days they seem to want to be fucked; it seems not fucking them is the punishment itself. But how can I do that when they already know how to make me want to fuck them stupid so bad?
I just decided to sleep.
There were still so many I hadn't had my revenge on. Maybe I should stop with the slave thing; they just become pleasure addicts. Just two days ago, Veronica, who I was boning for nearly two hours straight, still wasn't satisfied. Instead, she got on me after that and began riding me so much that I fell unconscious, but she didn't stop. I literally woke up again to find her still pounding me. These days, I just avoid that bitch. If I wasn't this tough, I would have lost my mind and become some kind of dildo. Well, they are heroines after all; I shouldn't be surprised they would be abnormal.
I slept that night and the next day. Very early in the morning, I woke up and got dressed after a shower, then headed for my usual morning jog. On the way, I made a stop at one of the buildings and headed downstairs to the basement, and there she was: my first ever cum dump, a woman in her mid-thirties who was just created for pleasure. I had gotten some kind of evidence that she was the informant of the group that snuck into the Academy and stole a relic; she was their sleeper agent. When I found out, she wanted to kill me, but then I made her a deal: I was going to keep it a secret as long as she gave me her body to use as I wanted. Turns out she didn't even care about herself; she literally gave me her body to fuck whenever I wanted just to keep my mouth shut.
The first day was just a mouth job, but then her mouth was so good I slammed her on the table and tore her panties to find that abnormal pussy. At that point, I came to the conclusion she wasn't human but a creative sex toy. Her pussy lips were long, with excess skin like a sock. Her breasts were so long and somewhat large they reached her hips. Then there was her pussy itself. I almost lost my mind that day; had I not forced my cock out and ran away, that thing was not normal. But it was like a drug. I came back some days later; I pulled those breasts apart and pounded her, just cumming like an idiot for hours until she began pounding me and I woke up later in the infirmary. The fact she hadn't taken the opportunity to kill me meant she actually enjoyed my huge cock deep inside that freakish flesh hole.
Just as always, the moment she saw me, she unbuttoned and pulled out her breasts. I don't know how she does it, but you never see those as weird until she pulls them out. She then sat on the table, hiking her skirt up. Fuck, she didn't wear any panties, which means she expected me. She then spread her legs apart, that sock of flesh hanging down.
"You should be careful not to do it too much; your mind might not be able to handle it," she said.
I didn't care. I just pulled out my cock. I climbed the table, my legs apart, then grabbed her head and forced my cock into her mouth. "Shut it."
With that, I began pounding her mouth, deep-throating her continuously. SQUELCH. Her saliva was dripping with every shove deeper. She wasn't even gagging, so I grabbed her head and pounded deep inside her until my balls hit her lips. My whole nine inches were inside. She didn't even struggle for air. She hugged my ass and shoved it deeper into her mouth, and I pumped her full of cum. I could see her throat bulging from the sheer amount of cum. I stayed like that for two minutes; she didn't seem like she was suffocating.
Eventually, I pulled out and got down to her pussy. I slid my cock into the flesh sock leading to her tunnel. Just that flesh sock was already sending tingling pleasure around my body.
"I'm going to fuck you stupid," I said.
She tilted her head. "You may lose your mind before that happens."