Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 04

All characters are the age of 18 or older

Main story themes: Futa on Female, Coercion

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If by some chance you stumbled upon this chapter, I highly suggest you go back and read each chapter in order.

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Sherry was the very definition of a proper American girl. She grew up in a proper family in a proper New England neighborhood where she went to a proper school where she got proper grades. She spent her teenage years being the pride and joy of her mothers, who showed off their beautiful proper blonde daughter to all their proper friends at their proper dinner parties. Sherry was a princess, the house with a white picket fence in the suburbs her castle.

Though for a princess Sherry was modest. As she grew up in an environment of privilege her body blossomed into that of a beautiful young woman. Soft and full breasts grew on her chest and tight curves flowed down her sides above long smooth legs. Coupled with her sharp face and bright blonde curls she was the center of attention when she entered the room. Though for all her beauty Sherry herself was humble, taking after her mothers she always maintained a modest and polite demeanor, a true example of class.

This class was hammered into her since childhood by her parents, as the members of Sherry's family grew to become lawyers, doctors, and other respected members of the community. Sherry was well aware that the expectations for her were no different, and she strove to meet the goals set by her parents. After years of proper behavior and hard work, this drive rewarded Sherry in the form of acceptance to a respected Midwestern university. During her final dinner party, Sherry announced to the glowing pride of her mothers and all the respected women of the neighborhood that she had enrolled in the pre-med program and planned to go on to medical school.

Four years ago Sherry hugged her mothers goodbye, tears of pride welled in their eyes as they embraced their golden child. Their precious child had made them so proud and she was going to go on to make them even prouder. Four years ago Sherry drove away from her castle in the suburbs with dreams of returning home, proudly surprising her parents with her graduation from medical school. Sherry knew for sure she would make them proud, she was her mother's daughter and she was going to achieve greatness.

Today however, Sherry was on her knees in a department store dressing room with Jackie's cock in her mouth.

Sherry swirled her tongue around the cockhead between her lips, stroking the shaft with her free hand in smooth motions. Her bright blonde bangs swung back and forth in front of her eyes with each pump of her wrist along the pulsating shaft. Light slurping sounds escaped from her lips as she bobbed on the engorged cockhead, tongue massaging the sensitive glans of her partner. The salty taste of precum touched her tongue, a sign that the futanari she was servicing was enjoying the attention.

She wore a white tank top so tight her breasts seemed to overflow past the tight fabric holding them at bay. A tiny black skirt rested on her hips, so short it would make a stripper blush. Her smooth ass poked out from the tiny flare of the skirt, black lace thong uncomfortably tight along her ass. Other dressing room doors opened and slammed shut, the occupants unaware of sensual service Sherry gave Jackie.

"You've come a long way since yesterday." Jackie said from her seat, hand resting on the little blonde head bobbing on her dick. "You sure I'm your first?"

Sherry reared her head off her meal and sneered at Jackie, "fuck you.", voice full of venom.

"Mmm, that may be an option. However, I don't believe I told you to stop. If you don't follow directions again then our little arrangement is off" Jackie said through a sly smile. "So get sucking my dick, it was just getting good."

Sherry took the cock in her mouth again but continued her viper-like glare at Jackie. The futanari only smiled and stroked Sherry's blonde hair as it swayed above her cock. Sherry's soft knees ached and burned as they rubbed on the hard floor of the dressing room. A mixture of saliva and Jackie's pre-cum flowed from the corners of her lips and down her chin each time she took the length into her mouth.

Though Sherry hated the owner of the shaft she was currently sucking on she did her best to service the futanari as best as she could, for she learned the day prior that Jackie tended to face-fuck if she felt the effort wasn't there. Sherry's tender lips massaged Jackie's cockhead while her wet tongue massaged the sensitive glans each time she shifted forward along the length. Her left hand jerked at the base of Jackie's cock, soft hands stroking to her lips with each slurp along the futa-cock.

Jackie leaned back in her seat, breathing heavy in ecstasy from the tiny blond coed's head that impaled itself on her cock. "That's it, right there you fucking slut." She breathed, "Fuck you feel so good sucking my cock. Just like that you goddamn whore."

Sherry doubled her pace, she had learned when Jackie began to call her names it was a sign the futanari was close to cumming. She milked Jackie's stiff cock, slick with saliva in a fanatic pace. Her jaw ached from the force of the engorged cockhead she forced in-between her tender lips, tongue flowing around her mouth along the cockhead. She took her free hand and massaged the futanari's ballsack, an effort to push Jackie over the edge.

Sherry could hear Jackie's panting grow faster and shaper until she felt a hand grip her hair, ripping her head back. Jackie stood up and quickly stroked her slick cock, "open your fucking mouth." She ordered. Sherry closed her eyes and obeyed as Jackie grunted and came on her face. She winced as each stream of cum struck her face, warm ropes of futanari semen fell across her down her face. Each panting grunt from the futanari brought more cum that coated Sherry's features and filled her mouth. Just as it seemed Jackie had emptied the remainder of her load onto Sherry's face, she shoved her cock into the open mouth and spurted one final shot of cum down her throat.

Jackie pulled her satisfied cock out of the shivering blonde and fall back on her chair in satisfaction. Sherry from her place on the floor choked and gasped; attempting to recover from having cum forced down her throat. Several deep breaths later and deep swallows later Sherry regained control over her thought and breathing, though the salty taste of cum still stained her mouth.

Raising her head from the floor Sherry's eyes met her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Stains of saliva fell down her lips and chin towards her cleavage. White streams of cum coated her face, a rope hung over her eyelid and draped across her face. Her bangs were wet and cemented to her forehead by a mixture of sweat and semen. A cord of guilt struck her chest, she didn't want to believe it was herself she was looking at in the mirror.

Jackie's hand gripped her arm and yanked Sherry to her feet. "Good job, cocksucker." She said in a casual tone. Jackie's verbal abuse only made Sherry feel worse. "Since you did such a good job taking my load like that, let's take a look at you. C'mon stand up straight now." Jackie primped and poked Sherry until she obeyed, like a kind of pet. Gripping the cum-covered girls shoulders Jackie spun her around and flipped up her tiny skirt. "Hmmm, I don't think black is your color." Jackie mused, referring to Sherry's tiny thong. "Red's much more your color, go find one in red." She ordered, opening the door and giving Sherry a gentle shove into the public eye of the store.

Sherry obeyed, slowly shuffling from the dressing room area into the intimates section. Humilation covered her like a blanket. She could feel the stares of the other women, they saw the way she was dressed like a whore and they saw the cum all over her face like a whore. She did her best to complete the task but she couldn't ignore the humiliation. Shame blushed her cheeks red while a painful lump grow in her throat demanding she cry. Only months ago she believed herself to be destined for greatness, and now she was digging through a selection of thongs while shivering from the cum that grew cold on her face.

I will not cry she ordered herself. I will not give that bitch the pleasure of seeing me cry. Finally finding a red lace thong in her size, she returned past the gauntlet of stares to the dressing room that housed Jackie. Shutting the door behind her she showed her red lacy objective to Jackie, who smiled and jumped up from her seat. "Perfect! Now let's see how they look on you." Jackie said as she yanked down the pair Sherry was wearing. Sherry kicked off the black lacy thong and slid up the red pair; the tiny lacy thong felt uncomfortable along her asscrack.

Jackie flipped up her skirt again and examined the smooth ass in the mirror. "Perfect! It's just your style. Should be wonderful for our card game with the girls this weekend!" Jackie said giving Sherry's exposed ass cheeks a painful slap before letting go of the flare of the tiny skirt.

Sherry winced from the blow and turned around to face her full form in the wall mirror. Her red thong was clearly visible as it curved around her hips above the top of her skirt, which length just barely covered her crotch. If she were to take even a small step the red fabric that covered her cunt was clearly visible. Shame filled her mind from the sight of herself in such a slutty outfit coupled with the now cold sticky cum on her face.

She wanted to be mad, she wanted to blame someone; she wanted to believe this wasn't her fault. But deep down inside Sherry knew: I deserve this.

*****

My evening at the Guardian Angel had been nothing short of eye opening. Not only had I learned so much about the lives of futanari, gotten the intimate details of sexual lives from people I had just met, and almost been impregnated in a bar bathroom, but most shocking of all was that I wasn't the first one out of the poker game. Jackie had bit the dust much earlier in the night, but Cass had also fallen to the elegant-as-ever Mari, leaving only three players in the game.

I had been playing passive all game, my focus on the discussion between the futanari rather than actual strategy for winning the game. But I found myself with an excellent hand of two aces, with another ace in the river. Facing only Kris I took the risk and went all in, hoping I hadn't lost my buy-in.

The table was silent with the exception of Jackie, who purred in excitement. "C'mon Miss detective, I'm rootin for you here." She said softly. The blonde on her lap's skirt had slowly rolled up her side from Jackie's fidgeting, clearly exposing her bright red underwear. She didn't seem to care or notice, a blank look on her face while Jackie's hand kneaded her thigh.

Tearing my attention away from the red lace between her legs I focused on Kris, who casually flipped over her hand revealing a flush. With a small moan, I mourned the loss of my buy-in and flipped over my hand in defeat.

Jackie leaned back and bellowed an "oooooh!", mourning my loss with me. Giving a hard slap to her captive's somewhat exposed ass she yelled "Fuck I thought for sure you had her!". The woman winced but didn't yell at the blow to her rear, a clear red handprint grew to match her red lace underwear. This beautiful woman had taken so much abuse throughout the night, from being sexually harassed, smoke blown in her face, and being slapped around. But yet despite the pitiful look on her face she didn't react whatsoever, like she was a slave and Jackie her master. Courage welled up inside of me from the pathetic sight and I took a risk.

"Why do you let her do that to you?" I asked the blonde. The woman met my eyes with the question, only to quickly look down at the table with an empty look on her face.

"Jackie doesn't usually let her pets talk during the game." Kris calmly said, counting out my chips from a moment prior.

"Pets? What does that mean?" I asked, clueless for the countless time of the night.

Jackie had her trademark devil-grin, "Little Sherry here made a deal with the devil." She slid her hand in-between the woman's legs, a look of disgust on their owner's face. Jackie continued to massage her captive, her eyes on mine, "And don't think this is some kind of slavery shit, I'm not that fucked up. She can say no and leave at any time she wants."

I tried to think of scenarios why someone would allow such abuse, coming up blank. "So if I might ask, why don't you?" I asked the woman again, who still looked away with a pitiful expression.

"Simple really" Jackie answered for her, "The princess wants the keys to my castle. Little Sherry's wifey got herself knocked up, and like a true lady of class her babymomma didn't stick around long enough to say there aint no room in the inn." The expression on Sherry's face grew pained with embarrassment as Jackie continued to speak. "I'm her little fucked-up savior, giving her a second chance she never thought she'd have."

I shook my head in disbelief, "Savior?"

Mari saved me from Jackie's explanation, "In order for a mother or a couple to move into a nursery they need to be referred by a futanari, it's almost always by whoever got them pregnant. So basically for whatever reason, Miss Sherry," Mari nodded towards Sherry, whom was bright red with shame, "has reached an agreement with Jackie in order to acquire such a referral, as her wife failed to acquire one."

This talk of referrals sounded so medical and formal to me. I imagined a futanari and a woman signing legal documents bedside before taking a tumble in the sheets. The image amused and confused me simultaneously. I remembered how drunk with lust I felt in the bathroom just an hour before; I was seconds away from being gleefully knocked up by futanari whose names I didn't even know. "Referrals?" I asked, "Sounds complicated."

"Not really" Kris picked up, "The Nursery we partner with gives us these." Kris pulled several small black cards from her purse, about the size of business cards but thick and plastic. Sherry's eyes broke from her agitated trance and snapped to Kris' hands that held the cards. "These are our referrals" Kris pushed one over to me, Sherry's eyes following the small piece of plastic as it slid into my hand.

A long ID number was imprinted on the card as well as Kris' name. The Ark Nursery's logo of a bright white wing was printed on the bottom right corner below a small chip. The back of the card bore a large image of the symbol for Venus, enclosed around a small crown. Kris continued as I examined the card. "That card buys you five years here at Ark, that symbol on the back signifies which neighborhood the home is in."

"So you choose exactly where they live as well?" My eyes grew wide, "That's a lot of power."

"Well" Cass started "It's not like there's slums here in Ark, it's just a level of control. We have to ration out each neighborhood; otherwise I would have all my families in The Guardian Angel instead of the other areas. Every neighborhood is pretty nice here in Ark, so you just end up saving The Guardian Angel cards for partners you really like."

I thought about how much sense it made when I fully realized what Cass had said, "Wait, The Guardian Angel isn't a hotel?"

Cass threw her head back and laughed. Jackie smirked and answered for her, "It seems that way doesn't it? But no, it's just high class living. Most of us futanari live here like our own little mount Olympus, but there are plenty of apartments we can hand out to our favorites." Jackie's hand rested comfortably in-between Sherry's legs, fingers on the red fabric of her panties. Sherry's facial expression made it clear to all members of the table she wasn't the least bit aroused by the attention.

I refocused my attention away from the harassed woman to the conversation. "I think I'm starting to get it, but I still don't understand why someone would go to such lengths. There must be another futanari willing to give Sherry a card without using Jackie." I realized what I had said and quickly turned to Jackie, puffing away on her cigar. "No offense, Jackie."

"None taken" Her fingers continued to play with the fabric of Sherry's skirt.

"Typically." Mari explained, "A nursery doesn't accept a referral by a futanari that didn't get the individual pregnant. However Jackie here has convinced a certain Guardian Angel administrator to make exceptions for her."

"How did you manage that?" I asked, looking towards a grinning Jackie

"Turns out a certain Angel fucking sucks at bluffing so I've got a few free passes to hand out to the needy." Jackie rubbed Sherry's chin as she spoke, who jerked her head away and pouted.

"You want to see what the rooms look like?" Asked Cass, "We can give you a proper tour while Mari and Kris finish up if you like?"

"Sure!" I agreed, excited to explore more of the extravagant building that was The Guardian Angel.

Mari and Kris waved us goodbye and Cass and Jackie guided me out of the lounge. Sherry stared at the floor and followed close behind Jackie. Exiting the darkness of the lounge we emerged into the bright main hall and strode inside a nearby elevator, casual music drifted from inside the carriage.

"I think this floor is mostly empty..." Cass mumbled, cautiously selecting a floor. The elevator jerked and began upwards. Sherry stood next to Jackie, who was groping the blonde's butt with her free hand. I scanned Sherry's face for a reaction, but her expression was blank and eyes looking into memories of the past.

*****

Sherry's achievements hadn't ceased since her acceptance to university, boasting a seven straight semester streak of a perfect 4.0 GPA she was a model student. The only thing that stood between her and entrance to any medical school of her choice was the daunting MCAT and a final semester of her undergraduate career.

She wasn't concerned about either challenge, she was confident she would finish her degree in perfect standing. Instead Sherry was at a holiday house party, concerned with getting her girlfriend, Ada to relax and enjoy a party for once in her life. It was the winter holidays, loud music pulsed throughout the house while students mingled, danced, and celebrated the end of another semester. Sherry and Ada had secured a spot on the living room couch, Sherry itching to be a social butterfly and Ada doing her best to be invisible.

"Drink this." Sherry ordered, "I'm determined for you to have fun with real people for a change." Pushing a glass towards her partner.

Ada glanced at the glass that had been shoved in her hands. "White? What is this?"

"It's called a white Russian. I know you don't like the taste of alcohol but trust me you'll like this." Sherry ordered. Ada looked into the milky liquid with a shy concerned stare. Sherry rested a hand on her shoulder, "C'mon Ada, I just want you to have some fun. It's just something to help you loosen up. Could you just try it? For me?" Sherry begged, big blue eyes staring into Ada's brown pair.

"Not fair, you know I can never say no to you." Ada relented, draining her drink in a single drink.

"That's my girl!" Sherry cheered, rubbing Ada's back.

Sherry had met Ada as a freshman as lab partners in introductory chemistry. Ada was hopeless when it came to the sciences and was completely reliant upon Sherry for passing the course. Sherry had been annoyed with her seemingly useless lab partner until she began to struggle in her creative writing courses and was saved by Ada's amazing abilities as an editor. A companionship was born, Ada was an English major who relyied on Sherry for math and science help while Sherry was pre-med and relied on Ada to get her through her liberal arts credits.
The girls formed a perfect team for the first semester, studying together late at night and becoming close friends. But as Sherry spent more time with the shy girl who enjoyed reading books more than talking to people, she grew attached. After their meetings she couldn't stop thinking about Ada's long black hair and brown eyes that peered behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses.

After receiving a perfect score on her final creative writing paper she burst into Ada's dorm room and planted a kiss on the frozen bookworms face. After the moment of shock, Ada enthusiastically returned the embrace; the moment was the starting point of their years-long love. Even though each girl was nearly the opposite of one another, the connection they felt between them was unmistakable.

Though Sherry was hopelessly in love with Ada, she grew annoyed at her partner's introverted attitude. Ada's idea of a celebration was a glass of wine and churning through an entire book in an evening. When in a group Ada was a wallflower, shyly leaning against a surface too scared to open her mouth. Sherry was tired of Ada missing out on what she believed was the college lifestyle, finally talking her partner into going to the holiday party. Forcing the shy girl out of her traditional jeans and sweatshirt and into one of her trendy party dresses Sherry swept Ada out of their dorm room and off to the house party.

Though Ada enjoyed the occasional glass of wine she was not what one would describe was a drinker. But after draining the white Russian Sherry had pushed her way, Ada decided this strangely named drink wasn't so bad and had a few more. With the newfound liquid courage Ada found herself on the coffee table, having the time of her life dancing and screaming along to the music much to the laughter of Sherry. The shy nerd girl was gone, and in her place was the obviously intoxicated butterfly, which drunkenly blossomed from her cocoon into the lush social butterfly.

Sherry exhaled mentally, relieved that Ada was finally relaxing and having a good time. She left Ada, who was giggling uncontrollably with a group of girls on the floor, in the living room and headed to the basement. Feeling like she should give Ada a chance to spread her wings on her own, she danced her heart out in the basement, massive speakers shaking the walls with her favorite songs.

Two hours later Sherry was danced out and covered in sweat, returning to the main floor she was curious what Ada had been up to. Nowhere to be found, Sherry asked the group of girls she last saw giggling with Ada if they had seen her.

"I think I saw her go upstairs." One of the girls shouted over the music and pointed up a nearby staircase.

Sherry sighed. Perhaps the party had been too much for the shy girl and she was just looking for a place to calm down. Trudging up the stairs she slowly opened bedroom doors, looking for her partner. Interrupting more than one couple whom were thoroughly enjoying the privacy of the bedrooms, she found her charge. Ada was flat on her stomach on top of the bed, the skirt of her dress flipped up revealing black panties. A stain was clearly visible on the bedsheets below Ada while drool escaped from her lips onto the pillow.

Sherry couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Ada, I'm glad you had fun but this party is so over." She turned her drunken partner over on her back and rubbed her awake. "We gotta get out of here" She said, eager to leave before the owner of the bed finds you.

"Mmmmm, Shewwi..."Ada mumbled, obviously drunk. "No Sherwi I's want to love you's" she slurred. Sherry let out a yelp, feeling Ada's hand under her skirt and clumsily rubbing the crotch of her panties. "Where's it go?" Ada asked.

Sherry removed Ada's hand from her skirt, "Where's what now?"

"Your biiiiiiiiig dick!" Ada cheered, drunkenly falling to the bed.

"Clearly a sign you need to go home. C'mon girl before you get sick." Sherry hoisted Ada to her feet, helping her downstairs. Sherry waved her other friends goodbye while they laughed at her drunken charge. It took some doing, but Sherry managed to carry Ada whom was deadweight, back to her dorm room. Depositing Ada into her bed, Sherry stroked her lover's hair. "I'm glad you finally relaxed tonight." She whispered and kissed Ada goodnight.

After an unforgiving hangover Ada recovered from her first binge drinking experience. Sherry found it hilarious that Ada was unable to remember anything past her first drink of the white Russian, but couldn't help but feel like she had fun. But while she had fun, Ada still preferred books as they never gave her hangovers.

Life and the school year continued, a month later both girls had returned to classes and life had returned to normal. For a moment of their lives, everything was perfect; love, life, and success were within reach and the two girls were closer than ever. But a single afternoon changed everything. A stomach bug brought a visit to the campus clinic for Ada. A quick examination and few tests later, a doctor broke terrible news.

Ada was a month pregnant.

A sobbing Ada broke the news to Sherry in her dorm room. Through uncontrolled tears Ada claimed she had never had sex with anyone other than Sherry, much less a futanari. Sherry stroked the hair of her sobbing lover while guilt gripped her chest. A month ago Sherry had dragged Ada to the holiday party, gotten her blindingly drunk, and left helpless. She remembered how Ada looked sprawled on the bed, her dress falling off her body and how her lower half was exposed. Sherry knew exactly how Ada had gotten pregnant, and it was her fault.

Sherry calmed the hysterical Ada, promising to love her forever and never leave her side. Sherry promised they would get through this and that their life dreams would all come true. Ada buried her head into Sherry's chest and cried, believing every word she said.

But Sherry didn't believe herself. She loved Ada, but there was no way that everything was going to be ok. As a pre-med student Sherry was no stranger to the nursery system. Without a nursery card, let alone not even knowing what the parent of Ada's child looks like, there was no way Ada would gain entrance to a nursery. Due to the rarity of Futanari, contraceptives were not commonly available and abortion was strictly only used in cases where the mother's life was in danger. Ada was going to give birth to this child. After a tearful night, the couple traveled to the county courthouse and married. Never had Sherry thought her wedding ceremony take place in the lobby of a gray office building and an overworked secretary as a witness.

The stress took a toll on Sherry well beyond her mental status. Ada had dropped out of her courses and Sherry might as well have, earning horrific marks on all her classes for the semester. The black marks on her GPA coupled with terrible MCAT scores effectively locked her out of medical school.

With only a single semester remaining before graduation, Sherry's future looked bleak. Ada's belly had begun to grow, a small bump a home to the child that grew inside her. In four months Sherry would be finished with her undergraduate and her financial aid would cease. With no other options Sherry would have to return home to her proper American home and confess to her parents she had not only failed in school but also was also married and expecting a child. Each time Sherry imagined speaking with her parents, her heart ached in her chest and her stomach sank. She couldn't believe she had fucked up so badly, she would give anything to make it all better, she prayed with all her heart just for a chance to get her life back.

And Sherry got her wish. Late one night Sherry sat in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a beer and replaying the night Ada conceived their child in her mind. From the darkness a woman in a sharp grey suit approached her and introduced herself. This woman explained she was well aware of Sherry and Ada's situation, and offered her a way out. She explained that as a futanari herself, she could provide her with a pass to the nearby nursery, staving off the need to confess to her parents.

The deal was simple, one nursery referral for Ada in exchange for one week where Sherry wasn't allowed to refuse the futanari. It was made very clear that at any point Sherry could refuse and forfeit the nursery pass. Desperate but not dumb, Sherry was well aware of the erotic intentions of this futanari that had somehow found out her problem. She knew it was dangerous, she didn't even know the futanari's in front of her, and the only other futanari she knew had knocked up Ada without so much as leaving her name.

But Sherry was short on options and this was her chance. If she was able to get a nursery referral she would be at least able to secure Ada and her child's future for the next few years. This would give her a chance to get her act together and still succeed in some fashion like she had dreamed. But most importantly it would buy her time before she had to confess to her parents about all her mistakes. Sherry stuck out her hand and said, "On one condition, I cannot get pregnant."

Jackie gave a smile so big it made Sherry uncomfortable and gripped her outstretched hand. "Deal."

The next week involved Jackie dressing Sherry up in terribly revealing outfits made worse by her constant groping in public. Jackie took great pleasure in exposing Sherry, knowing the girl was horrifically embarrassed each time Jackie forced her into smaller and smaller skirts. Jackie would demand to be sucked off several times a day, usually in public areas where they could be easily, and often times were, caught by passers-by. The worst by far however was Jackie's favorite activity of blowing her load on Sherry's face and forcing her into public with cum dripping down her face.

The humiliation was unbelievable for Sherry, but she held the memory of Ada close and told herself it would just be a week. Besides, it wasn't Jackie's fault Sherry was in this situation, it was her own. She had married Ada and she had promised to make things right, and one week of humiliation was the price to pay to provide for her wife.

*****

I glanced up and down the long bright hallway that hosted the Guardian Angel apartment units. Massive paintings lined the bright white walls of the hall. Maids in uniform roamed holding laundry, empty food trays or cleaning utensils. Each time a maid passed our group she would give a small bow and give a polite "ma'am". The elegance and classy atmosphere was palpable.

Cass led the group; myself, Sherry, and Jackie whom had her hands around Sherry's waist as we walked), in front of one of the apartment doors. Using a keycard, Cass opened the electronic lock with a click and pulled open the door. I couldn't help but notice the keycard Cass had used appeared to be identical to the nursery referral card I had been shown earlier. Ushering me inside, I stepped across the threshold of the doorframe.

The apartment was of a class well above my status. Even though the apartment was empty it was sleek and savvy. Sharp black granite counters lined the kitchen below a sparkling hanging light. Appliances appeared to be state of the art and large enough to cook for a small village. I walked from room to room in a daze, the living room, dining room, bedroom; they were all massive and pristine.

Jackie and Cass chatted in the living room while I explored. I emerged from the bathroom the size of my bedroom in my home apartment and rejoined the two futanari. Jackie and Cass were amused by my bewilderment while Sherry leaned against a wall pretending to be invisible. "So people get to live here?" I asked quietly.

Cass gave a bright smile and said "Yeah, the nursery's referrals are the actual homes our partners stay in. Most of the futanari here live in the Guardian Angel, so we only get a few rooms so the futanari here tend to save them for their favorites."

"Favorites?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah, like if they're a really good fuck and you want to keep them around." Jackie answered for Cass, "But we're queens of the castle here, so a futanari can give whatever referral they want for any reason. "

"So if you impregnate someone you don't really like, you give them crappy housing?"

Cass gave a nervous laugh, "Well, not exactly. All the housing here at the Nursery isn't all that bad, and plus it's free. If someone is upset enough at the level of housing their futanari gave them they are always free to live outside campus on their own dime. The normal housing in the homes you passed on your way here are quite nice, they're just nothing compared to the Guardian Angel."

"Mmm" I mumbled, mentally taking it all in. "Does anyone try to bribe futanari for better housing?"

Cass sighed, "Well yes, it does happen occasionally but it's actually quite rare."

"Really?" I said in surprise.

"Well yeah," Jackie said as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "What are they gonna bribe us with? If they've got enough money to bribe into the Guardian Angel then they have the money to live in similar places outside the nursery. Many with that kind of money would rather not move anyway. And then what else could they bribe with? Sex? They need to give it up anyway just to get in here and it's not like a futanari can't get a fuck whenever they want." I blushed at her frank explanation.

"Oh." I muttered, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

Cass gave a small laugh, "Eloquently put Jackie." She said as Jackie gave a small bow. Cass turned to me, "Think you have enough for your blog or whatever?" I nodded. "Good, let's go see who won our family game night, my money's on Mari."

"Really? I though Kris was pretty good." I playfully responded. Cass held the front door for me as I left the beautiful apartment. Stepping into the hallway I visualized my own apartment and suddenly felt inadequate.

Jackie called out the door "I'll meet you guys downstairs, just gonna use the little girl's room." Cass rolled her eyes and let the door shut behind her.

*****

Sherry felt a tightness release from her chest as the apartment door shut. She had grown used to Jackie humiliating her in front of others, but to be exposed and harassed in front of another female was almost too much. On top of that the little redhead was some kind of writer; she prayed Red would at least have the decency to change her name in the final product. She would have said something, but Jackie had made it clear that speaking to anyone else while she was with Jackie would break their deal.

"I can't believe she gets moist over Kris rather than me." Jackie said wistfully. Giving a glance to Sherry leaning against the wall with her arms crossed she said "It's a real fucking shame tomorrow's your last day as my slut, I really should have made you dye your hair."

Sherry furrowed her brow and glared at the floor. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair grateful it had remained untouched through her humiliation.

"Goddamn I'm so fucking horny." Jackie practically grunted. "I never knew I was so into redheads, shit." Jackie released the buckle on her suit pants and let her bottoms fall to the floor, revealing a massive erection. "Slut, time to do your job." She said to Sherry while she stroked her erect member.

Sherry sighed. Striding over to the futanari she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Jackie leaned against the kitchen counter with her massive cock in hand and a smile on her face. Sherry braced herself to take Jackie into her mouth. Dropping to her knees she took Jackie's massive shaft between her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down the cock. Having sucked off Jackie countless times in the past week, Sherry was an expert on pleasuring a girl-cock. Jackie gave soft moans while Sherry loudly slurped on the cock between her lips.

Sherry felt Jackie grip her arm and yank her to her feet. Sherry gave a surprised sound as she popped off Jackie's cock. "Now that you got me ready..." Jackie said lustfully. Jackie shoved Sherry into the kitchen counter and pressed her flat against the cold granite of the counter. Sherry felt her tiny red thong being ripped down her legs, exposing her sensitive parts.

"Hey!" she yelped in surprise. She felt her pussy was and she knew Jackie had been drinking and was horny, a dangerous combination.

"Oh, don't you worry princess." Jackie muttered as she stepped behind Sherry's tiny rear poking out of the short skirt. Fear rose in Sherry's chest as Jackie stepped forward. Jackie was about to fuck her pussy, she was about to be impregnated by this monster, this was breaking their bargain. Chest frozen in fear to the surface of the kitchen counter panic continued to rise in Sherry's mind.

A twang of adrenaline shot through her chest as Sherry felt Jackie's hands spread her ass cheeks apart. Jackie's cockhead pressed against her tiny asshole causing Sherry's head poked up from the counter in shock. Immediately Jackie pressed a hand into Sherry's shoulder, forcing her face back against the granite. Using her free hand Jackie guided her cock as she pressed into the shivering blonde.

Shocked into silence, Sherry panted and shivered while she felt the cock press harder against her tight resistant asshole. A burning pain shot through her body as she was forced open by Jackie's massive girth. With a contorted face Sherry grunted painfully as bit by bit Jackie's cock was forced deeper inside her.

"Fuck your ass is tight" Jackie muttered from behind Sherry's rear end. "It's gonna hurt unless you relax." She said as she gave Sherry's ass a light smack. Sherry, still shaking in pain, gave a small yip with each smack. Jackie gave a sadistic chuckle, "Alright, a one and a two..." she muttered before rocking her hips forward, sliding the entire length of her cock past Sherry's painfully stretched asshole.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sherry hissed in pain as each inch of the massive girl-cock invaded her. Disgust and painful sensations overtook her mind with each inch of flesh entering her until she felt Jackie's bare hips press against her rear. Face contorted in a grimace, Sherry's body uncontrollably shivered. Pain burned from where Jackie had forced herself inside, feeling as if Sherry was being ripped open.

"Mmm that's good." Jackie purred from behind the violated girl. Jackie began to rock her hips, cock forcing itself painfully inside Sherry. "Fuck yeah that's it." Jackie breathed as she found her rhythm. Jackie buried her cock to the base inside Sherry's twitching asshole, a quiet 'smack' each time her hips bounced into Sherry's rear.

She couldn't believe how painful it was to have her ass fucked. She tried to ignore the pain but having Jackie's massive cock in her gut was almost too much to handle. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine being somewhere, anywhere else where she wasn't being fucked against a countertop. But the effort was in vain, with each painful thrust she was jerked back to reality by Jackie's cock reaching her deepest parts.

Jackie had now reached a rapid pace, pistoning her cock in and out of Sherry's virgin asshole. She leaned atop her trapped partner who inhaled with a hiss of pain each time she slammed her hips forward. Jackie rested her head just behind Sherry's neck, panting in ecstasy directly into her prey's ear. Completely at the futanari's mercy, Sherry's mind echoed with the sounds of Jackie's erotic grunts which grew faster and deeper with each thrust.

Jackie suddenly buried herself entirely inside Sherry, painfully digging her thighs into the countertop. Grunting a loud "Ah! Mnnpf" into Sherry's ear, she felt the cock in her ass twitch and release a warmth into her belly. "Mmmf, Yeah" Jackie panted, the cock shivered releasing more of the warm seed. Jackie gave a small thrust "mmff, hah, hah" echoed into Sherry's eardrum while more girl-cum filled her. "Fu-u-ck" Jackie gave a final grunt and released the remainder of her load into the tender depths.
Giving herself a moment to catch her breath, Jackie lifted herself off her dominated prize and stepped back, cock slipping out of the ravaged asshole with a rude "sluck" sound. Sherry slipped back off the countertop and fell to her knees on the floor. Her asshole burned in pain as if it was torn open from the onslaught of Jackie's fucking. Warmth emanated from Sherry's gut, she felt sick knowing so much of Jackie's cum was inside her.

"Much better." Sherry heard Jackie say from the other side of the kitchen. She had taken her suit pants and redressed, looking sharp and not at all like she had just fucked someone. Sherry continued to catch her breath from her place on the floor.

Jackie strode over and squatted down next to the sweaty beauty on the kitchen floor. She took Sherry's chin in her hand and examined her face. "Still haven't cried?" She calmly asked.

Sherry jerked her face free, but maintained her position on the floor. "You disappointed?" She asked.

"No, just surprised." Jackie sat on the floor across from Sherry, learning against the wall. "Tomorrow's your last day."

"Yeah." Sherry said quietly. "One more day..." her voice trailed off.

"You know, very few have actually managed to put up with me as long as you have."

"Are you saying I should be proud?" Sherry's eyes were on the floor, she couldn't bear to look up just yet. Her asshole still burned numbly and she couldn't shift her focus away from the load of cum inside her, making her feel disgusting. A silence hung in the room over the two women.

"I could find her; the futanari that got Ada pregnant."

Sherry mentally winced at hearing Ada's name being said by Jackie. Ada didn't deserve to have her name uttered by such a person as her.

Jackie continued. "I could very easily find out who it was. With my connections I could have her in a week."

Sherry sat still on the floor.

"I could get her charged. With my connections I could get her convicted on any charge you wished. You name the punishment; A fine, prison time, or even castration, I can make it happen." Jackie's words seemed to echo in the quiet room. Sherry looked up to see a shockingly serious look on Jackie's face. She realized Jackie was being sincere.

Silence fell upon the room once more. Sherry thought back to Ada, lying face down in bed, unaware she had just been violated. She remembered the despair in her chest from her grades in the past semester. She felt cum slowly drip from her pained asshole and remembered the humiliation of the past week. She remembered marrying Ada in a cold courthouse and how neither family knew. She thought of Ada's growing belly and the child that was growing inside her.

"No." Sherry quietly said.

"No?" Jackie said in surprise.

"Getting revenge wouldn't change anything."

"She ruined your life."

"No" Sherry said sternly, "I did. It was my fault Ada was too drunk to even know who it was, and it was my fault I left alone like that. And this," Sherry gestured towards her lewd outfit and the small pool of cum on the floor, "it the fucked up way of how I'm fixing it."

Both women sat in silence; Jackie was staring at the floor lost in thought. Sherry shivered from her sweat covered body, her threads of clothing doing a poor job of keeping her warm.

Jackie nodded and said "Alright." Standing up and striding towards the door of the empty apartment she stopped and said "The usual time tomorrow, come here and say my name to the front desk." Before throwing the door open and disappearing.

*****

I returned to the lounge with Cass to find the table empty, both Mari and Kris nowhere to be found.

"Huh, I wonder who won..." I thought aloud. Cass responded to me with a shrug.

I walked with Cass back to the main lobby. A sharply dressed attendant held the door open for us as we entered the cool evening air. Cass waved to a nearby valet who immediately scurried over and took my ticket.

"So, about these stories of yours..." Cass casually muttered.

"I'll be changing the names, and I won't even mention Ark."

"Oh, no I was just going to make sure you're coming back next week." Cass said wide-eyed. Nobody from the evening apparently cared I was about to publish stories of their sex lives to the masses.

I smiled. "I think I would like that."

Cass smiled back and nodded, "Good! You might want to work on your poker skills though."

I furrowed my brow. "Really? But I wasn't the first one out! I even knocked out Jackie."

"She never wins when she brings one of her pets" Cass rolled her eyes, "She usually throws so she can sneak off with them." I suddenly remembered we had left Cass alone with Sherry in the apartment. I tried not to think about what might be going on behind the closed door.

I was jerked to attention by the valet arriving with my car. Cass whistled "wow, first car huh?" I gave a tip to the valet who tossed me my keys and shrugged. Some may describe my car as a 'shitbox', but I liked to think of it as thrifty. I waved goodbye and began the drive home.

As I left the world of the nursery I mentally briefed myself on all I had learned. Kris's first time with Sam would make an excellent educational piece for her inexperienced readers. A write-up of Kyouko's romp with Mari would probably entice her more curious audience members. I gave a small shiver as I remembered Jackie's ravaging of her principal from high school, the more kinky readers would probably get a kick out of it.

I arrived home and began typing up a draft and continued until the sun rose.

*****

Sherry approached the front desk of The Guardian Angel in her casual jeans and t-shirt. Jackie always gave her slutty outfits to change into so dressing in anything other than comfort clothing was a waste of time. Bags drooped under her eyes, Sherry had spent most of the evening in her dorm bathroom attempting to remove Jackie's seed from her bowls, but no matter how long she tried she still felt the disgusting slime inside her.

The receptionist gave her a large sealed envelope with her name on it. Giving a sigh Sherry plopped down on a nearby couch and tore open the envelope. Inside were several other envelopes, a room key, and a letter. Expecting some kind of fucked-up instructions she flipped open the letter.

Sherry,

No doubt by this point you believe me to be a monster, a belief that is not incorrect. Your resolve is to be commended for putting up with me and my abuses for so long, I wasn't just pulling a line on you when I said many don't make it as far as you. I know it sounds bizarre, but thank you for the past week.

I hope someday you learn to forgive yourself for what happened to Ada. As much as you blame yourself for what happened that night, I know you would never have knowingly wished that to happen to her.

For the abuses you've endured by me, no simple apology could ever make up for. Regardless I'll do my best.

The room key in this package is your promised referral to Ark nursery, you have been granted access to a room in the Guardian Angel along with all the perks that comes with it. I assigned you to a room on a different floor from the one last evening, but with the same level of luxury, I hope it is to your liking.

The envelopes are letters of recommendation written by Mari. She holds enough influence and prestige that they should be enough to grant you a significant scholarship and entrance to any medical school in the Midwest regardless of your grades. I know we have a competent school within city limits, but if you should decide to attend a distant school Angel will be able to grant you similar housing in an appropriate Nursery nearby.

I realize this doesn't make up for all that I've done to you, but I hope it's at least a start.

~Jackie

Sherry sobbed.

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