It’s your first day on actuve duty in the Security Contractors’ Union, and you’ve been sent to some out of the way space station orbiting Jupiter. Your job will mainly consist of patrols and communications to the other stations to secure the network and look out for any rebels causing havoc around Jupiter’s moons. You won’t even have to fight rebels directly! This will be easy. 

That was your hope until you met Lana, your new dorm mate. She’s a short little rodent from Callisto, and works for the Union too. You were never hot for rodent kind, but Lana seems to be reclusive, lazy, and abrasive. She keeps to herself usually, since she does coding work for the Union, and aside from expecting you to cook and care for the common area, she isn’t so bad. 

That’s what you thought until tonight. 

As you come back from an exhausting shift, you undo your gun belt and collapse into bed. You’re on the verge of passing out in minutes, but something loud and raucous cuts across the silent hum of the station’s life support systems. It’s coming from the walls. You lean in and listen: it’s music. At this hour? You have work in another 24 hours!

You work up the strength to go confront her. Despite your mercenary role, you are nonconfrontal, and Lana has thrown a backhanded compliment or downright dismissal your way almost every time you’ve spoken - regardless of how many times you buy her fast food. 

There were vocals - muffled Japanese, you guessed. Was she watching anime this late? That upset you almost as much as her gaming - both of which you talked to her about, and she responded with a noncommittal ‘I’ll do better’.  She didn’t, of course. Once you somehow got to your feet, you marched over to the door, still in your boots, and knocked on it loudly enough for her to hear over the soundtrack. 

A moment afterward, the music paused, and you could hear shuffling on the other side. You thought Lana was a slob, and the mixed sounds of paper, plastic, cardboard, and clothing being moved around confirmed it. You prepared for the worst. 

The door unsealed, and slid to one side, and a wall of feminine odor rolled out of the room to greet you. It was sweaty, along with a lingering scent of unwashed body odor mixed with ***** somewhere in there too. Lana stood at the door, and now that you looked down to notice her, the smell seemed almost more intense. 

The short rodent stared at you from beneath a mess of tangled red hair. It was bright like it had been dyed, but that wasn’t what you paid attention to. The five foot six little mouse was barely dressed, a worn, stretched T shirt over her body with one shoulder hanging free of the distressed neck hole. Despite being too wide up top, it had shrunken below, leaving her soft tummy free, and allowing you to see that she wore equally-worn Hello Kitty panties, too small for her - you saw how they strained around her wide hips.  Her puffy nipples were dominant in her crop top, giving an exact imprint of her ****. 

Lastly, her feet were bare and shiny with sweat. You’re not sure why this stood out, but it caught your eye. 

“What do you want, rookie?” Lana asked. The smell was all you could concentrate on - it smelled like she’d been sweating in there for a week straight without bathing. 

“I’m busy.” she continued once you didn’t speak. That set you off. 

“I don’t care. I’ve had enough.” you replied, exasperated. You stepped in past her, walking into the wall of fem-musk that made up this mouse’s “natural odor”.  

Anything that wasn’t under the glow of Lana’s four monitor setup was almost impossible to see, but you caught the faint amber glow of bottlefuls of urine among piles of trash. You swore you just put your foot through a week old pizza box. 

“This place is a biohazard. You’re up all hours of the night.” You looked up at Lana, who sneered at you, but didn’t say a word. You felt a little more confident, so you inhaled, but ended up with a lungful of rodent ***** musk. You cleared your throat and continues, eyes watering. 

“You’re lazy and rude and you never help around here!” You were raising your voice now. You had so much stress welled up… you needed to blow it off somehow. 
Lana cocked her head slightly as she listened to your rant - not quite smirking, but maybe just trying to appear indifferent. She did seem amused by some point in the middle of things though - she made a noise and shook her hips, then walked back inside. 
She shut the door behind herself, and the music started again immediately. She was laughing softly now, and you could hear the sounds of plastic bottles rolling and clinking together. She went right to the corner where she kept the alcohol and pulled out two clear glass flasks. She held them both to the light and inspected their contents before she opened the first one. You watched as she handed it to you, and you gave it a sniff, making sure it wasn’t piss before downing some. Why was she doing this instead of arguing with you? 
It tasted horrible. Like a mix of rubbing alcohol and something else that you couldn’t identify. It burned going down your throat, but the feeling of relief that washed over you afterwards was worth every bit. 
You felt your **** straining your pants and you sat down in her bed, covered in her old clothes, taking another sip. You suddenly forgot why you came in here until Lana sat next to you. She was smiling. 
“That’ll do,” she said. She lifted your chin with her hand and took your lips in hers. You kissed her, and she seemed surprised, pulling away after just a few seconds. All you could smell was her body odor and sweat, but you wanted her. 
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, grabbing your **** and squeezing it lightly. 
Lana undid your belt and unbutton your jeans and yanked it off your legs and tossed it aside. She pulled off her shirt and pushed your **** into her mouth. You groaned in pleasure and she swallowed it whole, bobbing her head on you with practiced ease. You grabbed hold of her hair and pushed your hips up, trying to **** her face, but she reached down to grab your balls hard enough to dig her claws in. It makes you squeal and you stop. 

“I’m in control, rookie. This is my domain. Got it?” 
“Yes ma’am,” you hiss. 
“Good boy. Now get the rest of these filthy rags off me and have a seat.” 
You got up slowly from Lana’s bed and stood ***** beside her while she sipped on her drink. Her fur smelled like it had been wet in the rain or something, and you wondered how she managed to live like this. And despite that, you were as hard as you’d been in ages. Taking another sip from her flask, you got down low and took Lana’s panties off, staring at her fat ***** lips. You wanted this bitch. 
“Get that **** nice and hard for me,” she commanded, “and I’m gonna make you cum so fast your brain will explode!” 
She giggled as she spoke, looking back over her shoulder. She had her eyes closed, which made it harder to read her expression. Was she teasing you? Or did she really think she could do it, maybe even better than you thought? Either way, she didn’t seem like she meant it. Maybe she just liked to say it all. But that didn’t matter now - you were about to blow your load right there in front of her. She opened one eye, and you saw the lust in it. She was ******* serious about it too. She smiled, showing those sharp teeth, and you knew what she was thinking. She was going to take it. She was going to give it everything she had. She was about to show you that she was more experienced than you in the ways that mattered most. 
You looked down between her thighs and licked your lips. She was already dripping, and the scent of it made your **** twitch in anticipation. Your hands trembled, and you clenched them into fists. 
“Are you ready, little man?” she whispered in a voice that sounded almost seductive. 
“Yessss.”
It was the only word you uttered. You felt it building inside of you, growing bigger with each passing second until you couldn’t stand anymore. She was going to drain every drop out of your ****. Every last one was going to be hers, and then you would die in this room with a smile on your face because that was the fate you’d always dreamed of. You couldn’t wait any longer, and you thrust your **** into her, feeling her tight cunt wrap around your shaft as you bottomed out deep within her body. 

You tried to draw back to give her another hard thrust, but something welled up inside you. Before you could bottom out again, you blew your load in her tight cunt. The hot seed spurted into her body. You moaned in pleasure, but you weren’t done yet. You kept pumping into her until you emptied every bit you had into her. You gasped in pleasure. You were drained dry. You slumped against her body with your arms crossed behind your head. You could feel your **** deflating in her *****, and you watched in amazement as it shrunk away from you and disappeared into her. 
You were still thrusting when Lana reared her foot back and planted it on your face. You reflexively inhale, getting a lungful of her vile foot stink. She pushed you back, and your soft **** fell out of her cunt before you collapsed back on the bed. “Did you really just nut? You only pumped me like, once!” she laughs at you. 
She was so much stronger than she appeared. Her strength wasn’t just physical; she seemed to have some kind of mental power that made you weak in the knees and gave her control over your mind. 
Lana pinched the tip of your dick as she made fun of you. “What a weak little dick. You thought you could handle me? You can’t even last five seconds.” 
Your **** twitched when Lana stroked it. It jerks and spasms for a few moments, and you watch helplessly. Then it goes limp. That was all your cum for tonight. She laughed and looks back over her shoulder. 
“Well, I guess we’re through. Now get dressed and go home, loser boy.” 
She leans in and gives your **** one final stroke.
***
You couldn’t  stop thinking about Lana. You called out of work next morning and masturbate thinking of her. Eventually you got the courage to watch her streaming, and right then she had her feet in the camera while she played Final Fantasy. Your dick was hard staring at her soles, not even paying attention to her game. 
You ended up watching her play the whole day. She was better than you were. She beat you in almost every battle. She was so beautiful and graceful, and she was so strong. She was like an angel from heaven who was just waiting to **** you and take your soul. 
You couldn’t think of anything else after that. You went to sleep with your **** hard and dreamed about ******* her again and again.
You woke up at noon with a rope of cum on your belly from your dream. You put on a robe and headed into the kitchen, figuring you’d make her breakfast, but she was already there eating a bowl full of cereal. 
“Good morniiing,” she says cheerfully. “I hope you slept well? Didja remember to jerk off this time?” 
“Yes, ma’am,” you say, feeling guilty. You’ve never been good with taking orders, but it seems you must obey here, or she will kill you. 
You sit down across from her, trying to act nonchalant. You pull out your phone, but you just pretend to stare at it. Eventually you go look at her pictures online, easily getting you hard again. You have a problem now. She’s sitting right across from you. If you don’t do something soon, your hand is going to drift into your robe and then she’ll know you want her again. 
You tried looking out the window instead of at her face, but the feeling of her sweaty foot in your lap snapped your attention back to her. Her toes squeezed the tip of your **** and stroked, making you buck your hips and shift the table. You feel your **** twitch in her grip. You moan softly as you rub yourself against her foot.  
Lana giggles as you try desperately to hide how turned on you are by this. She strokes your **** with both hands, squeezing it tightly and pulling your hips towards her. The sensation of your **** being pulled between those soft digits makes your entire body tingle and your **** jump. It feels like she’s sucking it and your eyes roll back. 
“Oh, my,” she coos. Her voice sounds so innocent and sweet, it’s almost impossible to believe that beneath its surface lies such wickedness. But it’s true. Lana has ****** dozens of men before, maybe hundreds of them if she wanted. And it shows in her smile as she squeezes your **** harder. Your hips thrust forward involuntarily, pushing your erection deep between her toes, where it twitches and jerks. 
“Mmm, I bet you love that, huh, baby boy?” 
“Nnnngh, oh god!” you cry, barely able to form words through your lust-filled haze. 
Lana laughs, leaning closer and licking your earlobe gently. Her hot breath sends shivers through you that only serve to fuel the fire in your loins. You can smell her arousal; it’s intoxicating, almost overwhelming your senses. You whimper and pant in her grasp, unable to resist even though you should be fighting it. You need more of that *****, so badly it hurts. 
She pulls away and you gasp for air. She smiles and looks up at you innocently while she continues rubbing her feet on you and massaging your **** with her soles. 
You groan helplessly. “I’m gonna cum.” you beg. You squeeze your **** and push it deeper into her feet. You’re so close to losing control. You’ve never felt so desperate to come. You hate that she knows it. You’d rather die than let that little bitch get what she wants. 
But she’s not letting up. She keeps on teasing your sensitive **** with her feet, milking every last drop of cum from it. Every time it tries to spurt out, she presses down and stops it midstream. Finally, after several minutes have passed and she’s gotten three good orgasms from you in rapid succession, she finally lets go. You practically collapse when she’s done. 
You look down to see her smiling smugly. You’ve been completely defeated. There’s no way you could possibly win against her now. You slump weakly in the chair, watching her eat a bowl full of cereal with one hand and stroke her foot idly with her other. You feel totally used. Totally humiliated. Completely powerless. 
You sigh and give into her evil plan. You’ll do anything to please this woman. You reach out a hand to caress her cheek tenderly. You kiss her forehead. She kisses your lips softly and you moan at how good it feels. Then she punches you in the gut. “Get off me, creep.” She says harshly, standing up and walking over to her desk. She turns around to face you, her eyes flashing angrily at the sight of your deflated **** sticking out from under a robe soaked in pre-cum. You look at her in shame, trying to figure out why she’s angry. You weren't doing any of the things that made her mad. You just want to make her happy. 
You slowly pull your **** back into your robes and sit there in stunned silence as you watch her walk away. She doesn’t turn or say another word to you. You feel like you’ll burst with frustration if you stay out here, and she left her door open. So, you slip quietly through her doorway, closing her bedroom door behind you. As soon as it clicks shut, you hear her yell, "****!"

She’s looking at a game over screen for a rhythm game, and she snaps her gaze back toward you. “You made me **** up, loser!” she barks at you. Her anger is palpable, but her voice remains soft and calm as ever.
"What? I didn’t mean to," you protest, suddenly feeling guilty for making her lose. But Lana isn’t listening. She’s already started another session. 
Lana sits in front of her computer again, and you can tell she’s playing something that’s new and interesting because she’s engrossed by whatever it is. It’s not clear which game she’s playing, but it seems pretty intense. Her hands are flying across the keyboard rapidly while she stares at an animated 3D model that moves realistically onscreen. She’s so focused that she almost misses your presence until she glances up and sees you standing next to her. She looks surprised and annoyed. 
“Oh, hey. What do we have here?” she asks sarcastically, staring down at your erect penis sticking between your robes. “Aren’t you ever not horny, you little freak?” she asks, tightly gripping your **** near the base. “Want me to make you bust in 2.5 seconds again?” 
“Nooooo...” you whimper pitifully. 
“Haha,” she laughs cruelly. “I thought not.” 
She knows you’re lying. Your breath catches in your throat and she squeezes your balls like she did last night. 
You let out a strangled cry, unable to resist anymore, and your body jerks with pleasure. A second later, a thick wad of cum spurts violently out of you, spraying all over the floor beneath you. The first spurt lands right in front of you, splashing onto her bare feet. 
You stare in horror, watching your seed drip down from her toes. “Ewww…” she croons. You look around frantically, wondering where you should go. You know you shouldn’t be in her room, and she could kick the shit out of you if she wanted. You glance back, and she’s still got your dick in her hand. You notice her claws are digging into your nuts so hard it hurts. You’ve never felt pain like this before. You start to panic. She’ll kill me! She’s going to tear me apart with those huge ******* paws! You’ll die here! 
You try to run, but your legs don’t move very well. You stumble, trying to escape her grasp. You fall to your knees in a puddle of your own leaking sperm. You look up helplessly to see her towering above you, her face twisted in a vicious snarl as her fingers tighten around your **** and yank another load out of you. You feel another orgasm approaching quickly and instinctively wrap your arms around the mouse’s body. “P-please,” you beg. You reach out with one trembling arm and grab hold of her furry tail with both hands as another powerful climax rips through you. You feel yourself shuddering uncontrollably as you scream her name with every twitch and jerk of your hips. 
“That’s it!” she cries triumphantly. “Give it everything! Cum for me!” She leans forward slightly, giving your throbbing erection more access. Her big **** bounce lewdly against her chest. Her grip tightens even further. She’s milking you dry. “Cum for me!” she hisses. 
“Yesssss!!” you moan. 
“Yes what?” she demands. 
“Fuuuuck!” you gasp, feeling another wave of ecstasy surge through you. She’s pumping her fist furiously. Her other paw cups under her ***** and starts rubbing. She’s using your cum in there now. It feels incredible, but it also makes her finger tease her clit harder and faster than ever. She’s so close to coming already. Her eyes are screwed shut, her mouth open, panting loudly. Her ******* heave wildly. She’s moaning and screaming your name. 

The drawn-out burst if ecstasy makes you see stars for what seems like minutes, and when she finally lets go of your ****, you can feel the marks her claws have left in your skin. You hope there’s no blood. When you think about looking, you get a faceful of Lana’s feet, still smeared with your cum. “I just made you cum, so now you have a debt. How do you wanna pay?” she asks, her tone playful and teasing again. “Do you want to give me some money in trade or maybe I could just take it from you. Maybe you should just suck my **** instead,” she says, and just then you realize she’s got dildos piled on a shelf. You wince at the thought of getting facefucked by one of those, or worse. 
You desperately try to recover from your orgasm. The room spins slowly. “W-what am I supposed t—” 
She cuts you off. “How about we play a game first,” she suggests, pulling you up and pushing you back down on the bed. She straddles your waist and looks into your eyes. Her breath is hot and heavy in your ear. Your heart races. 

You’re completely spent mentally, but your dick rapidly gets hard again. You curse yourself for that but try to focus on her eyes, which just makes you harder.
“What’s the game? I think I’d even lose tic tac toe at this point…” 
Lana smiles and reaches between your legs. With her thick fingers, she flicks your **** and sends you to the edge in seconds. 
You groan and try to push away but it’s too late. “Ohhhh god! Yessss!” you cry as she keeps stroking and watching you squirm. “Don’t stop! Don’t!” 
Then she stops, leaving you teetering. She watches you hump the air, then pushes your hips down with both hands and slides herself over you. “There you go,” Lana purrs. “Just relax and enjoy it.” 
Your **** is buried deep inside her. It’s so steamy inside her, and by some miracle you don’t bust instantly. You’re lying here on the floor in this slobby NEET bitch’s room with your head next to a pile of panties and a stack of old hard drives, and you’ve never been more horny. But she doesn’t let you cum. She just sits there with you wedged into her *****. Her hands rest lightly, almost lazily, on your hips. 
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she whispers. 
“N-nothing...” you say, your voice hoarse from all of that. 
“I’m just wondering if you like being ******,” she says. 
Her words send a jolt of electricity through every nerve in you.
“W-what, like having you ride me?” you ask, praying that’s what she meant. You glance at the dildos again. She notices. 
“Y-yeah,” she laughs, her face turning red. “That would be fun for you.” 
You’re so close to cumming but you fight it, hoping she won’t send you over the edge. “But that isn’t what I mean. I wanna strap you.” 
You say nothing and just stare at her. She lets out a long sigh. “I’ll give you a handjob while I gut you.” 
“Gutting? What’s that? Wait, no!” You try to pull free of her but Lana just holds you tighter, grinding her ass against your pelvis. “I can’t do that!” 
“Sure you can,” she giggles. “It’s just one little hole.” Her lips press to yours. “You’d love it, wouldn’t ya?” 
You groan as she licks your ear, trying to ignore the wet sounds her tongue is making. Your **** throbs. You can’t tell if you want to get your ass ****** or not. 
Lana breaks off her kiss, still holding onto your hips. Her eyes are fixed on you. 
She strokes it slowly, watching how you twitch in pleasure under her touch. Then without warning she stands and starts up her cam show. She puts a big banner at the top of the page that reads “STRAP ON **** IN 1 HOUR - 20 CREDITS TO WATCH AND RECORD”.  You gulp. That means you. You wonder if you’ll need to pay twenty credits in order to watch a recording of yourself getting strapped. She’s probably seen everything else you have done online and knows that you like it rough. 
The video is already starting. You can see yourself on the edge of the frame, but you don’t move away. And the stiffness of your **** is obvious to anyone watching. People pile into the chatroom and begin to denigrate you immediately. You read the chat despite your better judgment. 
“Oh my god, lookit his ****,” someone says. 
Another replies: “So big, just wait until he gets a cockring and we’ve got our hands full with that thing.” 
They go back and forth about your size for several minutes, before Lana walks around behind you in her underwear. You turn to her when she comes closer than usual because her **** and nipples stick way out from under her shirt. 
Her hands reach down and wrap themselves under your balls, squeezing them. Her fingers rub along your length, stroking it with soft caresses. The other people in the chat are still busy ogling your **** and talking about it in detail. 
Lana leans over you, pressing her ******* together in front of you so they jiggle and bounce pleasantly. You feel like a death row prisoner getting their last meal before execution. She runs her hands through her fur, and you gasp when she begins rubbing your cockhead between her **** and pinching it. 
“Mmm,” she moans, leaning in even more, her face so close that you can smell her breath. She looks at you with lust-filled eyes. “Do you like that?” 
“Yesssss…” you moan as she kisses you. It feels so good that it takes all of your willpower to fight against it. She pulls her head away after only seconds, leaving you gasping for air from the kiss. 

Lana disappears across the room. You hear buckles tighten while she puts on a harness just outside of your view. You’re terrified of the dildo she’ll select. 
When she returns, she’s wearing a strapon ****. A thick black shaft, topped by an engorged purple helmet that has to be at least ten inches long. 
She grabs your **** and presses the plastic dildo against it. It’s much bigger, and while you couldn’t have imagined anything up your ass yesterday, this terrifies you a lot more than a finger. 
“Lana…” you begin to beg. It’s no use. 
“I know, I’m sorry baby. But you said you wanted it rough, and now that I think about it, your ass needs to get used too. We both know it! Don’t worry; it won’t hurt. Now, let me show you how it’ll work. Take off your robe.” 
You nod frantically, and she helps you strip ***** in one smooth motion. Your **** is rock hard in just a few moments, despite the circumstances. 
“There we go.” Lana smiles. “Now spread those cheeks nice and wide. Let’s see what’s hiding inside there.” 
“Please, Lana,” you say, tears threatening. This is going way beyond the line. 
“Oh, don’t start crying yet,” she says with a laugh. 
“But...” 
“No buts.” She reaches into the bag that was hanging from her waist and pulls out a bottle of lube and some towels. Lana kneels beside your legs and spreads your buttcheeks wide. Her tongue traces the crack, and then she applies generous amounts of lubricant, making sure she covers every square inch. You close your eyes, knowing her audience can see your asshole, and practically into your guts. You know she’s lying. This will hurt a lot. 
“It’s okay, sweetie.” Lana strokes your cheek and tries to smile reassuringly. “Just relax for a moment. That should help you feel better. Then you’ll really enjoy it when you cum. Trust us.” 
The next thing you notice, your ass isn’t just being teased. You can feel her sliding one finger inside you and you feel violated by this mouse bitch. You stifle a defeated groan, but you reach out to grab one of her arms and tighten your grip around it. “Lana…” 
“Shhhh, honey. Just trust yourself to do whatever feels right. And if that means screaming or begging for mercy, just remember that we love each other very much.” She leans in again, kissing your lips, her finger still buried in your ass. 
Soon she has two fingers inside you, skinny rodent digits probing around. It feels like she’s just stirring up your guts until your vision explodes with white light. She just found your prostate. The pressure builds. Your **** is soft now, as you’re too scared to keep an erection, but the lightning sent across your brain is more than enough to make you buck your hips. You spasm uncontrollably and cry out her name, the sound muffled by her hand pressed over your mouth. You try not to scream, because you want it all. 
Lana laughs at that, and she starts moving her fingers in a circular motion. Her middle finger slides in deeper and she adds her ring finger as well, pressing them together with her thumb on the top. It almost seems to wedge you open. It hurts like hell, until she hits your prostate and you see stars again. It doesn’t stop her though. It just makes you whimper louder and harder. 
She works you slowly up to another orgasm, just fingering you to her heart’s content while she keeps you in check with her voice. 
Then she takes you to the edge and lets you go. Your **** jerks in front of her face, and you moan helplessly when it pulses once before erupting, splattering her with hot jizz. She giggles and wipes it off her chin, smiling down on you. “See? You do love anal.” 
You nod, unable to speak past the throbbing in your throat. 
Lana stands back, looking pleased, and she pulls her fingers from between your cheeks with a wet pop. She picks up your **** and squeezes it. “I was looking at your internet searches last night, and I noticed you looked up something about a ‘mouse girl mating press’?” 
Your eyes widen in shock. She knows everything! 
“Oh yeah, that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, baby. To watch me **** a big fat ****. Well too ******* bad. You’re gonna be gutted on MY big fat ****. And you’re gonna beg for seconds when I’m done.” 
Her smile widens and she wraps both hands around your shaft, stroking it gently. Her **** are bouncing again, just above your head. 
“Mmm, you’ve got such nice thick meat. So long, sweetie, don’t worry, it won’t hurt much. Just relax for a bit, okay? We have plenty of time.” 
And then she begins lubricating the monster dildo she’s wearing. It’s huge - easily ten inches long and five wide, about the size of your forearm. As she strokes your ****, your mind goes blank and you can only stare at the fake **** being pushed against your asshole. 
White explosions fill your vision as she lifts your ankles into the air, which eventually pulls your ass and lower back off the bed. Oh ****. She’s going to breed your asshole like this. You’ll never recover, it’s so wrong, but it feels incredible. Your body is completely numb, and you can barely feel anything beyond a dull ache in your balls and the pressure of Lana’s fingers on your cockhead. 
The mouse-girl presses your asscheeks apart and leans forward slightly, making sure she has room to work inside. She wiggles her hips from side to side and then pushes her monster strap against your asshole, forcing it to widen painfully around her unyielding plastic shaft. The pain stops and you realize she must have been using a lube that numbs things. But it still hurts. Lana looks at you and grins, her lips pulled back in a snarl. Then she gives a deep thrust. 
It splits you open, but it doesn’t penetrate far. Your hole resists her intrusion, even though she’s pushing it hard. Her hips start moving in circles, slowly at first, and in response you cry out unintelligibly. She’s ******* you now. You aren’t a virgin anymore. This isn’t rape. 
She starts to speed up, pumping her hips faster, and your moaning becomes louder, more desperate, your breathing ragged. She laughs and moves her hands from your legs to grip your shoulders, and reflexively you wrap your legs around her waist. “Lana…” you breathlessly pant. You’re her bitch. Let her do whatever the hell she wants to you. Whatever she does to you will be better than jerking off again.  Right? 
You want it to happen so badly that it takes a moment for you to register the fact that you’re no longer in control of your own orgasm. She’s taken it away from you, and she’s not stopping until she makes you cum. 
“Oh god!!” you moan. That’s all you’ve got left in you. Two words of praise for her skillful *******. You say it again and again, and can’t manage much else. 
Lana smiles down at you, tutting softly. 
“Oh you poor baby. Now it’s my turn. I need you to hold on tight, or you might fall over. Ready? Here we go...” 
Your eyes shut tight. You feel like she might tear you apart next, but she slams every inch into you again and turns around so she can face the camera while you’re still on your back. You get a faceful of rodent ass while she ***** yours, her asshole winking as a reminder of what you wanted before you walked in here. 
“Ooooooohhhh! **** meeeeeeee!!! Yesssss!!!!” you scream, bucking wildly beneath her. Her furry butt bounces with each stroke, and she’s getting close to your release. With the last ounce of strength in you, you push your hips upward, trying to bury her strap on inside you. It’s too late. 

Your **** explodes, stiffening for a few moments before to almost surgically splatter semen all over your own face, covering you in your shame. She slows down her brural *******, cramming less of that monster dick inside you, but she doesn’t stop yet.
You need to spend more time with this bitch. Finally she pulls free of your asshole and lets your legs down. You collapse onto the bed and fade away into a ******-stupid haze, getting a blurry view at the six-digit viewer count that just watched you lose your anal virginity. 
Weeks pass. You request a reassignment to the IT division of the SCU, showing them a clever script that Lana wrote and gave to you. She’ll help you learn to code in the mean time. 
As she does, you stop feeling the need to take out the trash. Urine bottles litter both your rooms, though you spend many nights in hers. She still acts like she doesn’t like you, and you wake up many mornings with a hard **** and her feet planted in your face, daring you to bust a morning nut before even having one coherent thought. 
“Good boy”, she says every time. As far as you’re concerned, that’s your name now. 
***