Talk:Hellhound/@comment-29135155-20170209182844/@comment-24026095-20170209191831

&lsquo;No way! You humiliated me like that in front of a class full of masturbating mamono!&rsquo; I snap.

My teacher's face reddens in fury, and she snaps her fingers. The other students pour out of the cupboards, come out from under the chairs and tables, and some even phase through the wall.

&lsquo;Fine,&rsquo; she snarls. &lsquo;I'll keep spanking you while they're NAKED AND MASTURBATING until you say yes. And get on your knees and beg me for the collar you deserve, you wimp. Clothes off!&rsquo;

I squeal, cry, kick, and struggle in her arms for the next ten hours, but refuse to say yes. Hellhound-sama finally gives up and pats my sore, glowing bottom with her soft paw, and places me on the table.

&lsquo;Well, dammit,&rsquo; she sights, dipping her paw into the huge pool of accumulated semen on her lap and licking it clean. &lsquo;You cried so much and were actually enoying it? Ara, ara, I think I've found someone who loves being a toy but can't admit it. CLASS DISMISSED!&rsquo;

She walks out of the room, while I lie comatose on the table and the remaining monster girls keep masturbating with ahegao faces or lie limp on the floor, worn out and with wrinkly fingers or paws.