Duran chuckled darkly as he saw the glistening fluid trickling down my thigh.
"A bitch dripping pussy juice while getting raped calls herself Kelrot?"
"Th-this isn't..."
Overwhelmed by the alpha male's aura, I couldn't muster the courage to make excuses or pull up my pants. Even as his hand naturally moved toward my pussy, I couldn't resist and surrendered my body.
One of Duran's fingers slid inside my vagina. My pussy was already drenched, allowing his finger to enter easily. Like a thief picking a lock, he slowly rubbed every inch of my vaginal walls while observing my reactions.
"Hmph."
"You like this spot?"
He grinned mischievously upon discovering my sensitive point, then began prodding my pussy with renewed enthusiasm.
"Stay still. This feels better, right?"
"Hngkt!"
Duran stabbed precisely where I felt it most. I felt love juice gush out in a sudden surge.
"And here."
"Hahhn!"
Ecstatic, he increased his speed, relentlessly thrusting inside me. The squelching sounds from the friction between his fingers and my walls echoed maddeningly in my ears.
"This spot even more!"
"Hah... haa... haaaang..."
You fucking bastard, I'm going insane.
I felt my pussy turning molten. Would I end up fucking a man like this? Duran lowered his stance and pressed his face against my vagina. Realizing what was coming, I desperately cried out.
"That's enough! Stop now!"
Ignoring me completely, he flicked my clitoris with his tongue tip. A different kind of pleasure exploded in my mind compared to when his fingers violated me.
"Keuk..."
The unexpected pleasure stole my voice. Duran seemed to enjoy my reactions as he repeatedly flicked my clitoris before taking it into his mouth, toying with it like a plaything. His snake-like tongue movements soon made my clitoris swell taut, its hood peeling back.
"Ahn... uuung..."
My body writhed coquettishly from the heightened sensitivity of my clitoris. Though I hated to admit it, it felt too good. I soon reached a light orgasm, thighs trembling as I collapsed onto the floor.
Duran paid no heed to my panting form. He grabbed my hair and yanked me up toward the bulge in his pants. Instinctively, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his swollen crotch. I naturally imagined sucking Duran's cock. Drool pooled in my mouth.
Since I'm a woman now, should I just do it?
Instantly, icy terror gripped me at my own thoughts. What am I thinking? I'm not gay. Even in this female body, I must return to a male form and reclaim my strong masculinity.
The "zzziiip" of a zipper snapped me back to reality. Duran's freed cock "smacked" against my cheek. His fully erect penis was thick and enormous. A kinky scent filled my lungs. So this bastard was hung like a horse.
Facing this monstrous cock, extreme fear washed over me. I didn't want to suck a man's dick.
He commanded me as I knelt before him:
"Suck it."
What?
"Make me cum with your mouth, and I'll accept you as a comrade."
I really didn't want to. But the terms weren't bad. Without his protection, this weak body wouldn't survive. The probability of suffering worse fates or dying was higher.
Putting strength into my eyes to avoid looking pathetic, I asked:
"Do you mean that?"
I worried Duran only saw a young whore putting on airs. He smiled with incongruous kindness for the situation.
"I don't hate crazy bitches like you. Now suck."
He grabbed my nape and pressed his cock against my lips. Less than a millimeter separated my mouth from his glans. He must feel my breath on his tip.
Refusing now wouldn't make him let me go. No choice.
"You must keep your promise."
I swallowed his glans. My small mouth stretched tight around it. What now? I looked up at him. He stroked my hair tenderly, as if adoring me.
"Good girl. Well done."
I frowned. Well done what? Yet strangely, I felt accomplishment somewhere inside. Was I... happy for his praise?
I pulled his cock from my mouth. Imagining a lollipop, I licked up his shaft slowly from balls to tip. He seemed fairly satisfied.
But even after dozens of repetitions, he showed no sign of cumming. Instead, he seemed bored. Holding his glans in my mouth, I glanced up cautiously. His expression darkened. If I couldn't make him cum, he might not accept me. Could I survive the wasteland alone?
With a determined expression, I spat out his glans.
Moving behind him, I pressed my breasts against his back and rubbed. Gripping his cock, I began slow piston strokes. Using the "strong-weak-medium-weak-weak" national masturbation rhythm, I felt Duran's cock swell larger.
Sucking felt awkward, but stroking was familiar. In my past life, jerking off before sleep was daily routine.
Duran's breathing quickened, his cock pulsing. I whispered sweetly in his ear:
"Gonna cum? You're gonna cum, aren't you?"
"Kuh... khuum..."
I stopped stroking and pinched his nipple.
"Don't wanna cum?"
"Shut up and jerk me off, you fucking bitch."
His growl made me flinch and freeze. My attempt to gain control failed.
I replied dryly:
"Don't forget your promise."
Resuming the strokes, I squeezed his glans and focused intensely.
"Khhum... khhuuum."
His excited moans signaled imminent orgasm. Breaking pattern, I jerked him wildly while twisting his nipple.
"Khyut!"
Duran released a short moan and ejaculated onto his desk. The room filled with a kinky yet unpleasant mix of cigar smoke, semen, and love juice.
It's over.
Flushed, I collapsed onto the floor again. Duran shoved his still-dripping cock against my face.
"Cleanup's part of the job."
I'd often made whores do this - sucking residual semen from the glans and urethra. Unthinkable for my former self, but I'd already crossed lines. To survive and find a way back to my original body, I had no choice.
Shutting my eyes, I swallowed his semen-coated cock. The thick scent of middle-aged male cum refluxed through my nose. Unbearable nausea hit.
"Ughk!"
I gagged with his cock still in my mouth, nearly vomiting. Before, the lack of smell made it tolerable, but sucking post-ejaculation was too much.
Looking up at Duran while keeping his cock lodged, I silently pleaded for mercy. Maybe he'd pity me.
But he stared down coldly, angered by my gagging.
I had to do this. Refusal meant death. I imagined being a cum-loving whore - my only escape.
Like whores did for my former male self, I licked semen from his cock's base to glans crevices. Finally, gripping his buttocks, I slowly sucked residual cum from his urethra.
Duran grabbed my hair, shuddering pleasurably. Finally done.
Maintaining suction, I pulled his cock from my mouth.
Pop!
Saliva stretched between my lips and his cock, now glistening with spit instead of cum. Residual semen in my mouth brought fresh nausea.
As I prepared to spit on the floor, I worried about displeasing him. Males want females to cherish their semen.
I'd come this far. Finish properly.
Carefully collecting semen in my cupped hands, I spat into them, then rubbed it over my breasts and thighs.
He smiled approvingly.
"You cheeky whore. Did you like my cum enough to smear it all over yourself?"
Endure. I need this bastard's help. To live, I must endure.
Forcing a subservient smile, I said:
"I did as ordered. I'm your comrade now, right? No take-backs."
"Comrade? Sure. Can you handle doing whatever I command?"
His smirking face made my stomach churn. Clenching my teeth, I replied:
"I sucked your cock on command. Theft, murder, trafficking - I'll do anything. Accept me as your comrade."
Duran seemed genuinely surprised by my answer. Besides cock sucking, these were things I'd done before anyway.
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