Book 2: Chapter 4 (1/2)

No sooner had the teacher finished his “demonstration” than he called for a short recess. Most of the guys had acted completely disinterested in the display performed in front of us. A woman was savagely sodomized, and the general reaction was ‘meh’. I definitely had questions, but I didn’t have the guts to ask them. As a result, he called for a break, and then left the room like his presence really didn’t matter. It was still silent after he left, but other than me, it was more from disinterest rather than shock.

Rigor also left to the bathroom around this time. When Rigor returned, he yawned loudly and then sat backwards in his chair, facing me.

“Sup.” He spoke casually with a smile.

“That… uh… demonstration, was quite something…” I could no longer hold back my discomfort from the scene.

“I heard they do something like that every year.” Rigor shrugged. “The girls call them the sacrifice. Any girl with any real connections or status would have been informed ahead of time and never would have volunteered. She’s just a nobody.”

“I heard they usually drop out.” Trey added.

“S-seriously?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Eh, I saw her on the way to the bathroom, she was bent over behind a trashcan with her hands down her pants trying to move the cum. Couldn’t even make it to the bathroom. I almost felt bad for her. What if she doesn’t get pregnant?” Rigor suggested.

“Why? You’d offer?” Trey teased.

“Hell no! That bitch is filthy. I wouldn’t touch her with your dick.”

“Exactly, her time at the university is numbered.” Trey shrugged without care.

I felt bad myself as well. The way she had been treated, it felt wrong. However, at the same time, she had come along, bent herself over, and allowed him to do that in front of the class. He had been honest with her throughout the entire exchange. He may have pushed things a bit far, but she had also chosen to go through with it, despite the humiliation. Was that the lesson? Women will do anything for cum… look how much this twit tolerates? If this was done every year, it’d mean that it wasn’t even particularly difficult to get women to act this way. Every year had its sacrifice, and the only difference between this girl and every other girl on campus was knowing not to volunteer over the promise of cum.

Worst of all, other girls could have probably informed her of what volunteering would have entailed, but they didn’t stop her from going. They watched as she left to humiliate herself. Better her than me, all these girls must have thought as she was walked away to become the freshman sacrifice. Maybe I was overthinking this, but I had the distinct impression it was just as bad as I imagined. Women truly were terrifying.

“I’ve seen the videos…” Ashton spoke up, his eyes looking distant in thought. “Professor Takasha actually came slower than the guy in the video. Is that good?”

Rigor shrugged. “About 2-3 minutes, that’s my time with my sisters. Right, Clyburn?”

“Huh?” I lifted an eyebrow, then smirked a little. “Actually, I can go about fifteen minutes.”

The reaction wasn’t the one I expected. Ashton looked away, but it appeared like he was hiding a chuckle. Trey’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe what I said. Rigor just burst out laughing.

“Seriously, dude? And the best part is you said it like you’re so proud of it!” Rigor laughed out loud, and even Trey finally chuckled a bit.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Isn’t a long time good?”

The boys all gave me strange looks. “Girls want your semen? Isn’t the faster, the better?”

That was when it dawned on me. The common sense of this world was that sex wasn’t there for enjoyment. If it did exist, is was simply there to make the man happy. A woman’s desire for sex was purely driven by her desire to have a baby and thus gain citizenship. Most women enjoyed sex, but only women like my mother and Aunt Rose would be open about it. Even Aunt Rose was exceptionally shy about her sexual desires, often forcing me to guess. There was a name for women who enjoyed sex for sexual pleasure.

“Sluts…” the words came out of my mouth.

“Dude, who wants to be fucking sluts? Those girls are scary…” Rigor’s chuckle lost some steam, seeming a little uneasy thinking about those kinds of women.

That’s right, in this world slut had a similar but completely different meaning. Any woman who wanted to experience sex with men for sexual gratification was called a slut. These women, women like my mother, were shunned by others. I had taken that fact for granted during my many long nights with mom. In the normal world, seed was an exchange, and the faster that exchange, the better. Tinya, for example, would have probably been much better off had I came quickly. In fact, she might even be alive today.

This was mostly a concern of the younger generation, where women were actively seeking a male to gain their ticket in life. It was only once women got older, hornier, and more concerned about their own happiness that they started seeking out sexual pleasure. But in this world, that usually meant with a woman. Seeking sexual pleasure from other women was considered normal, whereas seeking sexual pleasure from men labeled you a slut.  At least, these were the conclusions I had come up with during my times reading. Of course, I knew most teenagers were horny and would gladly have sex, but the propaganda of this world had convinced female teens to repress their sexual desires down to a single thought… get pregnant.

“Hey… don’t worry, buddy…” Rigor mistook my silent thoughts for embarrassment and shame. “Not every guy can cum fast.”

“Mm!” Ashton nodded. “It takes me a while, like five minutes! Ah… but that’s on my own…”

I gave the group a smile and Rigor returned a thumbs up. This was really a world where there was no such thing as personal information. Well, in this world, men were basically under constant surveillance. Their sexual capacity was under close observation from their mothers. A mother giving you a blowjob, or the Mother Blow as it was called by some, was almost a ritual, where mom confirmed her son’s load and capacity herself. What would be horrifying in my old world was nearly a right of passage in this one! At least, that’s what I had gleaned from part of the conversation in the dorm. Point being, the men of this world seemed to lack a filter, and would seemingly say whatever thoughts came in their heads. I couldn’t explain how else I was having these extremely personal conversations about sexuality with these guys I just met.

“What videos are you talking about?” I asked cautiously. “Is there male and female sex videos in this world?”

I had not been able to find any male centric porn since I had come here. There were no shortage of romance novels, and I even managed to find a calendar of posing half-naked men in my mom’s storage which I secretly threw out, but very little considered XXX.

“Huh?” Rigor raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t watch the Gibson?”

I let out a cough, “Eh? Gibson?”

“Gibson’s Series To Male Sexuality?” Trey asked. “Seriously, my mom made me watch it weekly since I was eight.”

“Oh, really… my mom wasn’t big into holotapes. We didn’t even get a player until last year…”

“Re-really?” The guys shot me strange looks, but I could only shrug and give them a wry smile.

“At least it explains why you were so taken aback by Takasha…” Rigor shrugged. “The tapes show men how sex is done. It get’s pretty intense in some episodes.”

“O-oh…” I frowned as I wondered what the heck this tape was.

If I didn’t see it, it was almost certainly because mom determined it was propaganda. These guys were programmed to see sex as a means to delivering their seed into a woman. If a high school girl being brutally sodomized had become normalized in these guy’s heads, exactly how intense was he talking about here? I vowed to find a way to get a copy of these tapes. It wasn’t for anything perverted! I just wanted to get a better understanding of how other boys thought in this world.

“Don’t worry about it, man…” Rigor gave a thumbs up. “I’ll show you the ropes. Rule number 1, us guys need to stick together!”

As the other guys were nodding and giving me encouragement, there was a light knock on the door followed by it opening. My eyes widened at the face of the person who stepped in. I hadn’t seen her since she visited my home some time ago. Her makeup was done up as well as her hair. She looked very cute in her uniform. Her body dimensions combined with her uniform to cause something that would make any man drool. With her delicate features, slamming body, curly hair, and bright blue eyes, she was truly sexy. However, when I saw her, the only thing I could imagine was a woman without clothing on, my head pressed firmly between her legs as I tasted her honey pot.

“Lyra!” I barely stopped myself from standing up.

Lyra eye’s fell on me and blinked in surprise, then she suddenly turned her head and squirmed oddly. For a moment, I thought she must have realized that I had been the man whom, the previous year, head eaten her pussy out in a pussy market! Of course, if that was true, my life would be over! Well, my bachelor life, at least. This girl wanted to marry me! I had a feeling if I got with her I’d end up her pet!

“Boys.” Lyra nodded stiffly, trying to push by my outburst. “The welcoming committee asked me to stop by and welcome you.”

“Take it off!” one of the stuck-up pretty boys called, causing some light chuckling.

Lyra froze for a second, the expression like that of a deer in headlights. She didn’t wear a smile on her face. Rather, she looked like she was in deep concentration. Her entire body shook for a moment before she continued on, her face expressionless. While she looked expressionless on the surface, to me it looked like she was trying desperately to school her features. Her brow was slightly furrowed in a cute way, as if she was trying to memorize lines to a play and recite them back. As a result, her demeanor only came off as expressionless, when really it looked like she was scared.

She glanced at each of the men intensely in silence. The look on her face seemed kind of silly to me. Her eyes were narrow and her mouth was moving as if she was talking to herself. She seemed to stare at each of the boys until they looked away. I coughed, lifting my hand to cover my face as she looked at me. She must be looking for the man from the pussy market again, in other words, me.

After she was done, she took a deep breath and continued. I couldn’t help but smirk behind my hand while watching her. I wasn’t into her or anything, but she was kind of cute the way she fronted herself. It was clear to me that she was outside her element. Suddenly, I found myself wondering if she had done anything before coming here to relieve herself of her thoughts about boys. That thought immediately caused me to blush and look away.

“On behalf of the girls, I wanted to welcome our incoming male students. The girls at our university hope that you have a great time at this university.”

“I’d have a greater time with you by my side.” The tall lanky guy winked at her.

“No, thank you…” She responded stiffly. “If that is all you boys have to say, I’ll be leaving then.”

A few of the boys were surprised as she spun, her tied up hair lashing like an angry tail. A second later, she stormed out of the room. If I hadn’t been looking, I might not have noticed her breath was quickening and she was really flustered. Was she really that bad around men? The time she had visited my mansion almost seemed like a lie. She seemed kind of cool back then, but now she came off as stiff and uncomfortable.

The lanky boy stood up and gestured to the door. “My fellow gentlemen, that was our Ice Queen!”

“Hah? That Lyra girl? What was with that look.” Mortimus sniffed. “I felt like she was looking down on me.”

“I did feel kind of a chill when she looked at me…” Ashton admitted.

I raised an eyebrow as the boys started saying how intimidating she was. Huh? Intimidating? The girl was a joke! She looked so nervous she was practically shaking! Wait… it couldn’t be me, right? Because I had eaten her pussy, I was seeing her differently than everyone else? Knowing what I knew about her, was I seeing her in a different light?

That’s when I had a second realization about this group of boys. Every woman in their life was likely the equivalent of a yesman. My mother had been an all-encompassing presence in my life, but she had spent that time constantly warning me about women and this world. For these guys, they likely never or rarely experienced rejection or negativity of any kind. Thus, actions that an experienced person took as being shy and nervous seemed like the acts of a cold and expressionless woman to them.

I remembered in high school I always thought I was so good at lying and hiding my stash of porn. Then, one day, my mom revealed she had been aware of several lies I thought I had kept really well! If teens knew about all the stuff their parents had found and opted just never to mention, most high school boys would turn white. Kids always thought they were better liars, cooler, and more skillful than adults saw them. Despite having my extra memories, I still always saw myself as a kid. This was perhaps one of the first times I was starting to realize my brain might really be a cut above the rest.

“What is an Ice Queen anyway… err…” Mortimus casually looked over at the tall boy, realizing that he hadn’t really introduced himself yet.

“Name’s Peter!” The boy laughed holding out his hand to no one in particular. “I just happen to know a bunch of the upper classmen. They told me all about the queens of this school.”

As Peter spoke, the door had opened once again without a knock and Takasha walked back in. Where he had been for the last fifteen minutes, no one knew. He still had an imperceptibly small smile on his face and laid-back appearance. Peter immediately turned and gave a nod, quieting up.

“What are you guys talking about? Oh, is that the unfuckables?” The man gave a slight chuckle.

“Huh? What are those?” Rigor spoke up, the teacher finally catching everyone’s interest.