The rest of your family leaves you alone, but it's clear they won't be gone long. In this world, depravity rules and there are always new holes to fill. As the hours tick by, you find yourself growing more anxious and afraid with each passing moment. It seems inevitable that someone will eventually come upon you, either out of lust or simple curiosity. When that happens, what will become of your battered body?

Despite the horrors you face at home, your job as a teacher proves to be a source of comfort and stability. Your students flock to you, not just because they respect and admire you, but also because they find you irresistibly attractive. Even the older women in the school, like the principal, can't help but feel drawn to your alluring presence.

Rachel grins wickedly as she watches your body respond to her touch. "That's it..." She whispers, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. Her fingers work harder, pushing the fabric of your bra aside to reveal your hardened nipple completely. "You belong to me now, Kurumi-chan," she breathes hotly into your ear before suckling on your nipple, her tongue flicking teasingly against the sensitive flesh.

Rachel gasps as you straddle her, the feel of your soft skin against her hardening cock sends shudders through her body. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she moans into your neck, enjoying the sensation of being filled by you once again. "Fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, rocking her hips up to meet your movements as she continues to suckle on your breast.

Your friend looks away for a moment, visibly struggling with her emotions. Finally, she takes a deep breath and turns back to face you. "Then we'll make sure they regret ever coming after us," she says fiercely. "We'll find a way to protect ourselves, and when they do come back... we'll be ready for them." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, resolute determination burning in her eyes.

Together, the two of you vow to stand against the futanari that threaten your safety and find a way out of this nightmare. The road ahead will undoubtedly be long and fraught with danger, but you know that as long as you have each other, there's nothing you can't overcome.

The futa's patience begins to wear thin as her arousal reaches dangerous levels. Her grip on your breast tightens painfully while she continues to grind against you, her cock becoming increasingly slick with pre-cum. With a huff of frustration, she releases her hold on your breast and roughly pushes you down onto the floor before straddling your waist.

"Alright," she growls, "if that's how you want it..."

The futa leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Don't be such a tease..." With that, she thrusts her hips forward, impaling herself on your face in one swift motion. Her cock fills your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat as she begins to ride you roughly, using your face as a personal sex toy.

Her movements are fast and powerful, her hips bucking up and down as she takes what she wants from you without any regard for your comfort or pleasure. "

The futa lets out a low moan of pleasure as you choke and gag on her cock. She speeds up, pistoning her hips back and forth, driving her cock deeper into your throat with each thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of slapping skin, grunting and wet flesh as she takes what she wants from you.

With a final cry of ecstasy, she comes hard, filling your mouth with hot cum.

The futa falls limp against the wall, panting heavily for air. She pushes herself off the floor and turns to face you, wiping some of the cum from her cock before leaning in close. "Not bad," she whispers, her breath hot on your ear. "But if you ever try to run again... I'll make sure it hurts."

With that, she straightens her clothes and walks away, leaving you there, spent and used.

Jessica's eyes widen in shock and dismay as Dmitry confides in her about what happened with Rachel. "Oh my God," she whispers, her expression filled with horror. "That's...that's just wrong." She reaches out to put a comforting hand on Dmitry 's shoulder, offering whatever support she can.

"Listen," Jessica continues, "I know we don't really hang out or anything, but if you ever need someone to talk to, or just...

With a scowl and a shake of her head, Dmitry gets up abruptly from her desk, pushing past Jessica on her way out of the classroom. She storms down the hallway, tears streaming down her face as she tries to comprehend what just happened. How could someone she thought was a friend turn out to be just another futa waiting for an opportunity to use and abuse her?