Chapter 0 - [Monsterfucking] Insertion Training

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Synopsis: Rift is really excited about his new job at the SCP Foundation. He’s especially infatuated with his new boss, Jericho. She has the kind of chilly top energy that has him crossing his legs whenever she looks at him, and she actually seems to be interested! When she offers to help him with his insertion training, Rift can’t say no. His wildest dreams immediately start coming true as she straps him down and dicks him senseless with her toys, but as his training progresses she begins to reveal her true, cruel self. Jericho isn’t just a mean domme, or even a garden-variety abuser. There is something genuinely wrong with her.
Pairing: M(vagina)/F(dick), M(vagina)/Monster/Monster/Monster
Content: dubcon, noncon, monsterfucking, huge cock, animal dick, hurt/comfort, Science!, aphrodisiac
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Fandom: SCP Foundation

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She was pretty, in an austere sort of way. Her hair was long, blonde, and kept in a neat ponytail. She wore a stylish business casual shirt and skirt combo under her lab coat, and her face seemed to be permanently frozen into an unimpressed frown. He wouldn’t have thought in a million years that she would be his type, but there was just something about the way she looked down her nose at him through her half-frame glasses that made him want to throw himself at her feet.
“I am pleased you have accepted my invitation to join the burgeoning Containment Evaluation Team. It’s early days yet and there’s much to do, so let’s get down to business.”
He knew he wasn’t supposed to think of her like that. She was his boss. Even in a place like this, that sort of relationship would be wildly inappropriate. But there was something in that condescending look she kept giving that kept that wild hope burning. And, of course, the questions she had asked during the interview.
She racked a stack of papers and handed them to him.
“For reasons I am not permitted to disclose, researchers here at Site-42 are not permitted to use their own legal names or any nicknames derived from them in any context. I of course already know your real name, but from this point onward, I will be pretending that I do not. I will refer to you exclusively by your assigned codename, ‘Rift’.
I will not be telling you my real name. If you happen to find out what it is, forget that you did. If you ever call me by that name, I will kill you.” Rift started. That had to be a joke, but it sure didn’t sound like one. Jericho just moved on like it was nothing.
“You may refer to me as ‘ma’am’, ‘Doctor’, or by my assigned codename, ‘Jericho’. I prefer the latter two.”
Rift nodded, but he was distracted. He was thinking about the interview again. There had been three interviewers, and Jericho had said by far the least, but every question she’d asked had been rattling around in his brain ever since.
What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever taken? Rift had known his sexual history would come up, that’s why he lied about it on his CV. But he hadn’t expected to be grilled on it like that. He didn’t even know what a reasonable number would be, so he’d panicked and said 10 inches.
Do you ever fantasize about having sex with someone much bigger than you? What do you mean by ‘bigger’? Let’s say about twice your height or more. … yeah.
Have you ever been late for work because you were busy masturbating? No, but… But? I used to take lots of breaks just so I could jerk off in the restroom. It was the only way I could find to relax.
He didn’t know why he’d admitted to any of that, especially that last one. He had just been so afraid of lying to Jericho, especially after all the lies he’d already told.
Jericho handed him some waivers to sign.
“It will probably take months for me to finish the organizational procedures and get them all approved, but that shouldn’t cause us any problems. We need to put you through insertion training anyway.”
Rift tilted his head.
“Insertion training?”
“It’s a safety procedure. If you are to be in the presence of anomalous objects, especially untested anomalous objects, there is a significant risk of being sexually penetrated. As many of these objects are very large, very aggressive, or otherwise hazardous, it’s vital that all active researchers be trained to withstand that sort of treatment. It’s on page 43 in the employee manual if you want details.”
Rift froze. He’d known it could get intense, but this..?
“Is that… absolutely necessary?” he asked sheepishly.
The look on Jericho’s face dropped from unimpressed to outright contempt, but her voice remained the same level monotone.
“It is not strictly speaking mandatory, but nearly all active research positions require at least Level 3 training. If you were to refuse, we would be required by state law to find you a position that does not require insertion training, but such position are menial at best and opportunities for advancement would be virtually nonexistent.” She fixed him with her piercing blue eyes, her gaze burrowing directly into his brain. “I certainly wouldn’t have any use for you.”
“Okay!” Rift blurted. He should’ve at least thought about it, but he couldn’t bear the thought of blowing this. “I was just asking, just wondering. It’s fine, no problem.”
“Good,” Jericho said, and went back to her papers as if nothing had happened. “It won’t be as bad as all that, anyway. I promise to go easy on you.”
Wait.
“You..?”
She looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yes, me. Since you’re going to be working directly under me, I’ve elected to handle all your training myself. I’m fully qualified. Is that going to be a problem?”
Rift’s head was swimming with images of what she might end up doing to him, and he couldn’t help but let a tiny little smile creep onto his lips.
“No, Doctor. That definitely won’t be a problem.”
#
Rift entered the training room freshly showered and deathly nervous. The complementary massage had helped him loosen up, but the long wait afterwards had given him way too much time to contemplate what was going to happen in this room.
The training room resembled a gym. It was very large and the floor was covered with rubbery mats, but a few strategically placed floor grates and water outlets suggested it was all designed to be hosed down for cleaning. Strange machines lined the walls, vaguely resembling exercise equipment. There was something that looked like a pommel horse, but it had a large hole in front and several bars and straps spread over it. One of them had some kind of large mechanism attached. At the far end of the room, there was something that could only be described as a contraption, consisting of computer screen attached to a variety of gears and swinging pistons.
Nearer to the door, there was an elevated bed not unlike a hospital gurney, and Jericho was waiting by it. She looked serious and slightly perturbed, as always, but Rift almost jumped when he saw what she had lined up on the table behind her. They were sex toys of every size, shape and material, helpfully labeled by length, girth and firmness. Most of them looked unthreatening, but the largest were almost as big as his arm.
The room was warm, almost uncomfortably so, and Rift realized why when Jericho asked him to undress. Once the fluffy bathrobe was off, the temperature felt just right. The room was meant to be comfortable to a naked person, which must’ve meant Jericho was deeply uncomfortable in her lab coat and pantsuit. But if she was, he couldn’t tell. She just beckoned Rift to stand in front of her with the same impassive look as always, and he obeyed.
Jericho looked him up and down, very slowly, and Rift felt the heat rise from within as well as without. Finally, she looked him in the eye.
“The secret to getting through a traumatic insertion is to relax, have fun, and be yourself,” Jericho said.
“What..?” Rift stared in disbelief.
“That is not a joke. All human orifices are at their most permissive when you are calm and aroused. If you are tense and uninterested, even Level 1 insertions can be painful and damaging. You must allow yourself to enjoy it. In order to enjoy it, you must be honest about who you are and what you like. If you are ever in a situation where insertion training is required and you absolutely cannot convince yourself that the failure case in question would be at least a little bit arousing, you must immediately contact your supervisor for reassignment. Your life could depend on it.”
Rift’s head was swimming. This couldn’t be real. No way she was serious.
“And in order to help you be honest with yourself, you will first have to be honest with me.” Jericho clicked her pen and put it to her clipboard. “These notes are covered by doctor-patient confidentiality. O5 itself couldn’t requisition these from me. No-one but you and I will I ever see them, but I am going to need them. You need to answer every question, and you need to answer it truthfully, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Jericho glanced at her notes.
“How do you feel about being used?”
Rift blinked.
“Used?”
“Yes. Used. Thrown around like the useless cumrag you are between people who couldn’t give two salted fucks for your wellbeing beyond preserving your warm hole for future use,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I don’t expect you have had such an experience, so just tell me how the hypothetical makes you feel. Does it sound good? Does it sound hot?”
Rift’s whole body clenched together with embarrassment, and his cheeks were beet red.
“… yes,” he finally managed to squeak out.
“Good,” Jericho said matter-of-factly, and marked something on her clipboard. “That’s going to help you. Most objects are like that. Animalistic at best, they just want to use you as a fleshlight, so you have to learn to appreciate being a worthless fucktoy. It took me a long time to let go of my ego like that, so you’re lucky to be starting from that position.”
Her last comment hit Rift like a bolt of lightning. It was the closest she’d come to volunteering any personal information about herself. More importantly, it helped Rift realize something obvious: she’d done this too. She’d gone through insertion training. Images were rising into his mind now of her naked on this gurney, her holes stuffed with the cornucopia of toys, her soft little butt raised in submission. It almost made him drool.
“You said the largest penis you have ever inserted was 10 inches. Have you ever used a toy larger than that?”
Oh, that panicked lie was gonna come back to haunt him.
“Er, no.”
Jericho scribbled something again.
“Is there anything I can do to help increase your arousal?”
“Sorry, what?” Rift said. He must have misunderstood.
“Like I said, your orifices will be at their most permissive when you are calm and aroused. You will eventually learn to handle it on your own, but in these early stages I am going to assist you. So, please tell me. Do you have any favorite sights? Sounds? Smells?”
She inched closer to him, and he realized he could smell her. She wore no perfume, except perhaps the faint scent of her shampoo. He smelled only the sweet, natural scent of her skin. She stroked his chin, agonizingly gently.
“Do you enjoy pain? Praise? Do you like to be touched? Gently, or firmly?” Her breath hit his face as she spoke, and her voice was deep and sultry. “Tell me what you like, Rift.”
I like you, he only barely stopped himself from saying. I want to press myself against you and touch you and disappear into you, he pushed away with another herculean effort.
“Uhm. Praise. Firm touches.”
Scribble, scribble.
Rift was sweating bullets. He knew he had to push his luck. She seemed to expect it. But how far? Could he get her to undress? Would she let him eat her out? Just thinking those thoughts put the fear in him.
“Anything else?”
Finally it came to him. The one thing that was both filthy and innocent. Still, he could barely make himself say it.
“K-kisses. I like to be kissed.”
Jericho didn’t react, just scribbled.
“Nothing else besides that?”
A million other things.
“No, ma’am.”
“All right. Then I just have one final question for you.”
Before Rift could respond, she grabbed hold of his chin and stared right into his eyes.
“Are you a good boy?”
“What?”
“Are. You. A. Good. Boy?”
Rift didn’t understand, but the answer seemed obvious.
“Yes?”
“Good.” She stepped so close that the tip of her breasts brushed against his naked skin and he could smell her breath. It smelled sweet, but there was a metallic note to it. It smelled like blood. “Because we have a long road ahead of us, and I need you to be my good boy and do exactly as I tell you to, or I’m going to be very cross with you. Do you understand?”
Rift nodded.
“Good,” Jericho said, and kissed him.
He hadn’t expected her to actually do it. But she did, and it was heavenly. Her lips were soft and gentle, and her lip gloss tasted of watermelon. She gently placed her hands on his hips and pulled him in, teasing him with little flicks of her tongue against his teeth. But just as he was getting really into it, she stopped and pushed him down onto the gurney.
“Lie down,” she ordered, and he obeyed, immeasurably disappointed. But soon her face was next to his again, and her hand was traveling down his body. He was just leaning over to see if he could sneak another kiss when she brusquely shoved her finger up his vagina.
It took him entirely by surprised, and his entire body clenched so badly he almost leaped off the bed. She barely got it in to the first knuckle. Jericho sighed.
“See, this is what I’m talking about. If you tense up like that, half the things in this building will crush your pelvis your bones are made of chalk.” She rubbed her face against Rift’s cheek and whispered in his ear. “So be a good boy for mommy and just try to relax, hm?”
He did. He tried, but he was so excited. She was touching him. Oh god, she was touching him. She was inside him. Thankfully, that thought alone was enough to let her deeper in. She kept pressing inward, more gently this time, and soon her whole finger was inside. Soon, she was noisily fingering him, sliding in and out of his wet pussy as he pressed himself against her.
Soon he felt the orgasm building, like a pearl of lightning in his belly. She kissed him just as he came, and he bucked into her hand, squirming and moaning on the table. As he settled down, she pulled away.
“Good, good. Orgasms are good. When you have a vagina, nothing loosens you up like a good orgasm. In a live scenario, try to come as soon and as hard as possible. Then just keep doing it. Never hold the orgasms back, just let them hit you and break you open, like a good boy.”
Rift lay there, panting and grinning like an idiot.
“So,” he heard Jericho say from somewhere to his left. “10 inches, was it? I’d love to see that, but I suppose we shouldn’t start there if that’s your max. Let’s work our way up, start with something you can handle comfortably. 9 inches should be okay, right?”
When Rift turned and saw what she was holding, his blood ran cold. He’d had no idea how wrong he was. 9 inches wasn’t just a little too big, it was monstrous.
He looked into Jericho’s eyes, and saw the mad glee in them.
She knows.
#
Rift moaned and panted.
“More,” he begged.
His legs were spread apart, anchored to each side of the gurney. His hands were locked above his head. “To keep you from thrashing,” Jericho always insisted. “So you don’t hurt yourself.” As if they didn’t both know he loved being tied down.
Jericho finally slipped the twelfth inch of the dildo in, and Rift shuddered and came, moaning softly while she kissed his neck and shoulder. Neither of them had expected him to be this much of a size queen, but they were both very pleased. It had only been a week, and he was already taking the largest dildos and begging for more.
“You’re such a good boy to take such fat dicks for me,” Jericho murmured. “Such a good boy.”
Rift whined and panted.
“More.”
“But there is no more,” Jericho said playfully, holding the dildo all the way in. “You took it all.”
“Bigger.”
“There isn’t a bigger one, honey.”
“Please.”
Jericho looked at him loving, tousling his hair.
“Okay, Rift. I think there might be a solution.”
She pulled the dildo out of him and began undoing his restraints. Rift whined miserably as she took his toys from him.
“Oh, shush,” she said, with a slight edge of genuine annoyance.
She helped him down off the gurney and lead him to the other end of the room, towards the strange contraption. She laid him down on something that greatly resembled the gurney they’d been playing on, and started strapping him into that instead. Rift was confused, but he was too tired and horny to protest. Then she left him there and went to fetch the giant dildo.
But when she came back with it, she didn’t use it on him. Instead, she began to struggle with one of the many moveable piston arm of the strange device, and Rift realized with mounting horror that she was attaching the dildo to the piston.
“What are you..?” he asked.
“Oh, by the way, honey. Congratulations on completing Level 1 of your insertion training!” Jericho forcefully pressed and twisted on something, and it made a loud clicking noise. “I must admit, though. I may have misled you a bit.”
She pressed a button, and the device came to life, its many arms shifting and realigning. Jericho leaned down onto the gurney, resting her head on her hand as she playfully stroked Rift’s tummy.
“I’ve been giving you so much praise for taking such huge cocks. And you’ve earned it all, don’t you worry.” She booped his nose. “But I’m afraid I may have given you an inflated opinion of yourself. In all honesty, Level 1 is just a formality.”
The mounted dildo whirred into position about a foot from Rift.
“W-what do you mean?”
“Just taking that much cock really isn’t going to get you anywhere. After all, no monster is ever gonna just put its dick inside you and just leave it there. Level 1 is just a stepping stone for the next stage.”
Jericho grabbed the dildo and guided it down towards Rift’s pussy.
“What’s the next stage?”
Jericho almost smiled wide enough to hide the cruelty in her eyes as she slid it inside him.
“The application of force, naturally.”
She flicked a switch, and the dildo buried itself in Rift’s guts. He screamed, half in pleasure and half in pain.
The machine pulled out slowly, then hammered him hard once more.
“Jericho,” he pleaded. “Please. I can’t…”
“Now, now,” she said, stroking his hair. “You asked for more. Don’t complain because you got what you wanted.” She leaned in and kissed his brow, his cheek, his lips. “Just be a good boy and try to relax.”
#
The fucking machine wound down, and Rift couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed. He’d expected his final exam to be a bit more eventful.
“Congratulation,” Jericho cooed as she let him out of his restraints. “You’ve passed Level 2 with flying colors. You’ve been such a good boy.”
“Honestly thought there would be more to it,” Rift said. He was feeling good about himself, and entirely missed the sly grin on Jericho’s face.
“Don’t mean to deflate you too much, hun, but Level 2 is a lot like Level 1. It’s a formality, a stepping stone to make sure you’re ready to move on. Nearly all actual work assignments require level 3.”
She laid him, still slightly wobbly-legged, to the middle of the room where there was nothing but a great expanse of white mats.
“Here, you can rest here while I get ready.”
He didn’t know what she needed to get ready for, but he appreciated the opportunity to just lie down and relax for a second, maybe hang out with her for a bit. It seemed nice. He closed his eyes and dozed a bit.
“You had such an easy time with Level 2, I figure we can get started with Level 3 right away.”
Rift didn’t like the sounds of that, but he’d long since learned not to question Jericho’s decisions.
“What’s Level 3, then?” he asked.
"Live drills,” she said pleasantly. “We know you can handle the size and force, but real life encounters are rarely so straightforward. They’re awkward and messy. You never know what the object is going to do, and in order to get used to that, you need to get thrown around by something a little more chaotic than a machine. Like a person.”
Rift nodded in sagely understanding, until he actually processed what she’d said. He opened his eyes.
“Wait, who’s going to-“
Jericho was standing over him, wearing an absolutely titanic strapon. It swung menacingly above him, dripping lube onto his stomach. Her face was contorted into a grin so sadistic that for the first time, but certainly not last, he was genuinely afraid she was about to kill him.
She slammed her body down on top of him, hand on his throat.
“Here’s the deal,” she snorted, her breath heavy, drool hanging from her mouth. “I am going to fuck you for 30- no, you’ve been a good boy today. 40. I am going to fuck you for 40 minutes. I am going to throw you about like a chew toy, fuck every hole you have, and leave you ruined and weeping. And you are just going to take it. You’re gonna do your very honest best to just relax and take it like a good boy. There is no safe word, you just have to endure it. Understand?”
He hadn’t. She was leaning on his windpipe, making it hard to breathe, and he couldn’t concentrate. He hadn’t heard half of what she said, but he knew what answer she expected.
“Understood,” he croaked, and Jericho went in.
Despite what she said, she went pretty easy on him. It was painful, and disorienting, but after the 40 minutes were up, he was left with the distinct impression he could get through this, especially after Jericho spent a good 10 minutes afterwards stroking and praising him. For the next few days, she kept doting on him, kissing and praising him even as she ruined his holes, letting him hug and caress her as she rammed into him.
Until that day.
#
The mood was very different on that day. Rift came in humming a little tune, but he immediately stopped when he saw Jericho.
She was sitting hunched over in a chair with her head resting on her hand and a foul look on her face. It was like someone had taken a shit on her fondest dream.
“Finally,” she barked when she saw him. She rose brusquely and walked over to one of the pommel horse devices and slapped the top of it. “Undress and get over here.”
“Are you okay?” Rift ventured as he took of his robe.
“No, I’m not okay. I struck out yesterday, and I’m in a bad mood.”
“Struck out?”
Jericho gave him a withering glare.
“I tried to get laid, but I didn’t, and I’m still pissed and horny. Get over here.”
A pang of jealousy pierced through Rift’s heart. Jericho had been training him for weeks now. Had she been sleeping with other people that whole time? He really had no right to be upset by that. It’s not like they were dating. In fact, as far as either of them had ever said, their relationship was strictly professional. But he’d thought-
It didn’t matter what he thought. What mattered was that Jericho looked like she was going to grab him by the arms and split him down the middle if he didn’t do a he was told right that instant, so he hurried over to her.
As he did, she impatiently unbuttoned her labcoat and dropped it to the floor, and he was stunned by what he saw. Underneath the coat she had only been wearing the bare minimum of a sports bra and gym shorts. He could see almost her entire body, and it was insane. He had been expecting the skinnyfat physique of a professional desk jockey, but she was impossibly athletic. No, not just athletic; ripped. No wonder she’d been able to throw him around like a ragdoll.
As she cast off her underwear, he realized there was one more thing about her body he’d been catastrophically wrong about. Not the perky tits, those were almost exactly as perfect as he’d imagined. He just really hadn’t anticipated the massive cock.
It was almost as long as the biggest toys she’d used on him, and even thicker. She was hard, and he couldn’t stop staring.
“Today, I’m going to fuck you,” she said, and Rift nodded enthusiastically. She stepped forward. Rift closed his eyes and leaned in for the kiss.
Instead he got a searing pain across the right side of his face. She slapped him so hard he stumbled and almost fell.
“No,” she spat, her voice simmering with rage. “I am done playing house with you. Get up here.” She slapped the top of the pommel horse device again.
Rift was in a daze. He wasn’t crying, but a few stray tears dripped down his cheeks. He was in pain, but he didn’t know whether the worst part was getting slapped, or the fact that it was she who slapped him. He didn’t know what to do, or feel, so he simply did as he was told.
Once he got on top of the device, Jericho impatiently grabbed his ankles and strapped them down.
“Do you know what this is, Rift?” she hissed as she tightened the straps. “It’s called a breeding mount. It’s used to collect semen from livestock.”
She grabbed Rift hair and yanked it back. It hurt like hell, and Rift screamed, but Jericho didn’t stop. She pulled him back and down, until his head was level with hers. When she spoke, he could feel her furious spittle on his cheek.
“That’s all you fucking are, Rift. A semen collection vessel. I am so fucking sick of playing out your little girlfriend fantasy, and I am so glad your whore cunt is finally loose enough that I don’t have to.”
The breath was catching in Rift’s throat. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. It felt like he was choking. It hurt. Everything hurt.
Jericho leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“I know you fucking lied to me, Rift. 10 inches? Seriously? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? I could tell the moment I touched your pussy you’ve never even had a cock inside you. You’re a virgin, Rift. The only thing more pathetic than that is the fact that you lied about it.”
Just kill me, Rift thought. Just let me die. He could feel Jericho’s cock rubbing against his hole.
“And I’m about to take your virginity, just because I’m horny and you’re what I’ve got. How does that make you feel?”
Empty. He was just empty. There was an ocean of pain and sadness somewhere inside him, but he couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t touch it.
“Trick question,” Jericho said. “I don’t care.”
She pressed into him, and it hurt. He was already tense, but she made him jump and try to buck his restraints.
“Disappointing,” Jericho said with disgust. She let go of his hair and instead grabbed the back of his neck, and she slammed his face down into the breeding mount. He winced. “Remember your training, you piece of shit. Relax already.”
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t find the place inside himself where this was fun, where this was relaxing. She kept pressing into him, and it hurt, and she wouldn’t stop. The walls holding the ocean broke, and the tears started flowing.
He couldn’t find a place where it was fun, but maybe he could find a place where it wasn’t happening. He breathed deep, tried to calm himself. Tried to pretend he was somewhere else. It worked, for a moment. He began to drift away, but as soon as he started to relax and give in, Jericho pressed further in and new pain shot through him.
It was awful, but not nearly as awful as the fact that he was enjoying it. Despite it all, he loved the feeling of her cock stretching him out, her strong hands on his back. He wanted her deep inside him, and he hated himself for it. But hate or not, he was getting wet for her, and the instincts of hours and hours of insertion training were kicking in.
“Ugh, finally,” Jericho moaned as the last inch of her cock slipped inside him. “I told you, just fucking relax. Like I said at the start, you have to get used to being used.” She slid herself out a few inches, then slammed back in. Rift yelped.
“God, I’ve been looking forward to this. Ever since you walked into that interview, I’ve known you’d make a world-class cumdumpster. I’ve been getting so fucking hard playing with you, but you just wouldn’t have been able to handle me. Now you can, though, and I’m going to fuck you as often as I want. I’m still gonna be using the strap, so don’t get complacent, but whenever I get too horny I’m just gonna whip my dick out and come in you. Is that understood?”
Rift sobbed.
“Close enough.”
She thrust into him again, and Rift screamed. She did it again, and he moaned. She did it again and again and again, and before she’d thrust a dozen times, Rift came. He shuddered and cried, tears still streaming down his face. He wanted to stop it, pretend it wasn’t what he wanted, but it was. Even if she hated him, even if he was just a worthless cumdumpster, he still wanted her to fuck him. He wanted her to use him. And it really did get easier after the first orgasm. She was readily sliding in and out of him now, her thick shaft grinding agonizingly against his lips and insides. He couldn’t stop himself from emitting a filthy moan.
Jericho smiled.
“There you go. Just accept your place, and you’ll be happy.”
She slammed into him, faster, faster, and her panting grew hoarse and hot. She came hard, shooting her load deep into him, and he came again when he felt it.
Then she just kept fucking him, for over half an hour, until she came again. When she finally let him go and tried to help him down, he pushed her aside and stormed out the door without even bothering to get dressed.
#
Rift felt a strong hand clamp down on his shoulder.
“Rift? We’re gonna need you to come with us. Your supervisor wants to see you.”
Rift looked up from his sandwich. The hand belonged to a security guard, and a second was taking up position on his other side.
“Jericho?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hated Jericho. She’d hurt him, and he couldn’t forgive her for it. He still looked forward to their sessions, but the enjoyment was tied up in so many caveats now. She just wasn’t being nice to him any more. She’d stopped kissing him, stopped fondling him, stopped letting him touch her at all. She’d even stopped calling him a good boy. He’d get a “good whore” if he was lucky.
“Can I at least finish my lunch?”
The guard shook his head.
“She said ‘now’.”
Rift sighed and put his sandwich back in the bag. The guards at least let him throw it back in the fridge, but he had no idea when he might have a chance to come back for it.
As they left the break room, the guards each grabbed him by the upper arm. They didn’t try to push or restrain him, but the strength of their grip made it very clear that if he tried to resist, they would.
They lead him to the training room, where Jericho was waiting.
She was standing in front of one of the breeding mounts, the one the had the peculiar machinery attach. It was active, and judging from the sound, it was some kind of suction device. She was stark naked, glistening with sweat, and fucking the machine like it owed her money.
When the doors opened, she turned to face Rift and maintained unblinking eye contact with him as she came into the breeding mount, panting and moaning obscenely. She stood still for maybe half a second, then she started humping it again, all without breaking eye contact. The awkward silence was palpable.
“… is something wrong?” Rift finally tried.
“Nothing - haaaaah - nothing serious,” Jericho moaned. “I got too close to an anatomically correct brass bull from ancient Mesopotamia. I just need to keep busy for the next 24 hours, and I’ll be fine. It’s just- it’s this FUCKING machine!” She slammed her fist down on the breeding mount, causing the whole thing to shudder and shake. At no point did she stop fucking it. “It’s not enough. It’s not enough! I need, oh god, I need a warm pussy.”
Rift turned up his nose.
“Aren’t there staff on call for that sort of thing?”
“I want you.”
Rift’s mouth gaped. She’d said it like it was nothing! She wanted him! The near-dead ember of hope once again smoldered in his breast, and he tried desperately to quash it.
“Besides,” she huffed. “M-might as well. You’re ready for the n-next stage.” She came again, loud and messy, just like before. Her legs trembled and she played with her tits, but she just didn’t seem satisfied.
This time, though, she didn’t start humping again. With extreme effort, she instead began to pull out, and Rift watched with mounting horror as she withdraw from the mount an enormous bull cock, still twitching and squirting cum onto the floor.
“Congratulations, Rift. You’ve p-passed Level 3. Your Level 4 training starts now.”
She grabbed something from the table and jogged over to him. Rift recoiled, afraid she was going to fuck him then and there, but the guards held him still, and when she barreled into him, it wasn’t with her cock but with her lips. She kissed him greedily, shoving her tongue down his throat with no regard for his comfort.
Rift was in shock. She hadn’t kissed him for weeks. She’d given the impression that it was something she’d only done to lead him on, but here she was, almost making him feel loved. By the time he’d decided to kiss back, she’d already pulled back. She gazed lovingly into his eyes, stroking his chin. She smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
As soon his lips parted, she shoved her thumb into the his mouth, pushing something smooth and plasticky into the back of his throat. She pulled her hand out and slammed his jaw shut, pressing his chin upwards and stroking his throat like she was giving meds to an ornery cat.
“Swallow,” she commanded. He obeyed, but immediately regretted it.
“What the hell was that?” he spat once she let him go.
“Dilatics,” Jericho moaned. She rubbed herself on him, panting heavily. She stank of cum. “You’re supposed to start on a lower dose, but I don’t care.”
She kissed him again, but only briefly. Without breaking eye contact with him, she pointed to one of the regular breeding mounts, and gave the guards a command.
“Strip him naked and strap him down.”
They did, and the efficiency of it made Rift wonder how often they got a chance to practice. He was placed belly-down on the mount with both legs and arms strapped down. He couldn’t move, could barely look around. He heard Jericho dismiss the guards and come up behind him. He heard the wet sound of her desperately stroking her huge, slippery cock.
“Oh God, I have to wait,” she moaned, and he felt her place the base of her cock against his buttocks and grind into him. “I have to wait. I gave you the fast-acting ones, but it still takes up to a minute,” she whined pathetically. It was almost cute.
Rift felt like his insides were melting. In a sense, they were. He’d read about the dilatics in the employee manual. Their anomalous effects were not fully explained there, but the higher classes could apparently loosen the bond between tissues without weakening them or impairing function. That’s what was happening to his insides, turning them into half-melted stretchy mess.
Jericho held the tip of her cock against his cunt, sweating and shaking.
“Fifty-seven one thousand,” she muttered- “Fifty-eight one thousand, fifty-nine on thousand.”
Rift was suddenly afraid.
“Jericho-“
“ONE MINUTE!”
Jericho plunged her whole, monstrous cock inside him, and came immediately. She grunted and panted as at least a liter of cum drained into his stomach, bulging it out. Rift thought he was going to throw up. But he didn’t, and after that it felt weirdly good to have his guts literally rearranged.
Just as she had with the mount, as soon as she’d come in Rift, she started fucking him again.
“Oh, fuck, Rift,” she moaned, and Rift started. It was the first time he’d heard her say his name during sex. “Your pussy feels so good.”
As if to prove her point, she came again. The nausea wasn’t so bad this time, and the predominant feeling was a fulfilling warmth as she once again coated his insides.
As soon as she could bear to not be fucking him for even a second, Jericho leaned over undid the restraints on his hands so she could hug him. She held him in her arms, and the warmth of her hard abs and soft breasts against his back was like heaven. She stroked his swollen belly, kissed his exposed neck, and the whole time, she fucked him relentlessly.
“I love your pussy,” she whispered in his ear. “I love your pussy, I love your pussy, I love your pussy.” It seemed to be all she could say, and he didn’t mind. It made him feel appreciated in a way he never had before. Plus, if he let it wash over him without listening too hard, he could almost imagine she was saying I love you.
After 12 hours or so, Jericho calmed down considerably. Enough to go without actively fucking for minutes at a time, and enough to start to crave some variety. She undid Rift’s restraints and let him down on the soft floor mats, where she once again began to fuck him. She bent him over, spread him out, put him on his side, and all throughout it, she continued to be weirdly sweet. She kissed and caressed him all over, and let him play with her breasts. She encouraged him to touch her, and when he did, she shivered with pleasure. She moaned his name and purred with delight when he came for her.
When she finally, finally, ran out of steam and both of them were barely conscious, she wrapped her arms around him, whispered his name, and fell asleep on his chest. For one blissful moment, Rift was truly happy.
But when he came to, he was alone. The morning crew woke him up with a blast of cold water as they hosed down the equipment, and Jericho was nowhere to be found. The next time he saw her, she looked down at him with the same condescension she always had and, with his heart sinking into his chest, Rift realized that nothing had changed.
#
There was a monster in the training room. It was huge, and hairy, and when Rift saw it, he almost turned and ran. Luckily for his disciplinary record, he also saw Jericho. She was sitting on the floor, leaned up against the beast, idly petting it. At best, that meant it was safe. At worst, she might’ve been in danger, and failing to assist her wouldn’t look any better on his performance review than running away.
“Hello?” he said awkwardly.
Both of them turned. The beast stared at him with an uncanny intelligence. The way Jericho stared at him was just uncanny.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Jericho purred at the monster. “That’s your new fucktoy.” The beast barked. Rift realized Jericho wasn’t stroking the monster’s fur. Its back legs were splayed sideways, and its enormous penis was fully exposed. Jericho was idly masturbating it.
“Get over here, Rift.”
As he got closer, he got a better look at the monster. It looked like a monstrous wolf, at least the size of a draft horse. Its fur was black and red and it had many gashes in the side, and whatever was underneath seemed to glow a metallic gold. It had an undeniable air of majesty about it, and smelled strongly of incense.
“Rift, this is Behemot. He will be assisting us with your Level 5 training.”
“I, uh. I passed Level 4 then?”
Jericho gave him a wicked smile.
“I think that little bullcock incident should more than qualify. You’re such a natural.” Jericho rose up and handed Rift a bottle of pills. “Here. Take two.”
He took the bottle and gave her a petulant glare.
“Not gonna feed them to me yourself this time?”
“I’m not in such a hurry today. He kind of is, though,” she said, gesturing casually to Behemot’s cock. “I’d suggest taking them before he gets impatient.”
Rift palmed two pills and swallowed them without water. He tried to hand the bottle back, but Jericho refused.
“You hang on to those. I’m sure they’ll come in handy.”
She reached out as if to caress Rift, but instead she just pulled his robe down.
“Are you scared?” she teased.
He honestly wasn’t. After all she had done to him, with all her studied cruelty, raw animal passion seemed like a welcome retrieve. He meant to tell her as much, but he suddenly felt a huge, wet nose pressing into his side.
Behemot almost pushed him over, but Rift quickly regained his posture and turned to face the great beast. Behemot sniffed his stomach, then licked him briefly in the face. Then his nose wandered down, down, until it was pressing into Rift’s groin.
He giggled when Behemot first began to lick him, but he soon started to moan as Behemot’s hot, wet tongue found its way over and inside him.
“Aw, look. He likes you,” Jericho cooed. She was bent over Behemot’s backsid, jerking him off again.
“How, uhm. Where do we..?” Rift trailed off.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” Jericho teased.
“Yes,” Rift replied matter-of-factly. He wasn’t interested in playing around.
Jericho lead him to a breeding mount. She strapped him in securely and patted him on the cheek. Behemot was starting to get audibly excited, whining and licking Rift’s backside. Jericho shoved her hand inside him, just to check if the dilatics had taken hold, but she couldn’t stop herself from making him squirm a little while she was in there. When she was satisfied, she gave Rift a celebratory smack on the butt and turned to Behemot.
“All right, buddy. He’s all yours.”
However Rift had expected Behemot to be better than Jericho, he’d been wrong. Not only was his cock bigger and thicker, he was much rougher. It seemed like he couldn’t control himself and always pounded Rift as hard and fast as he possibly could. But the worst part was that he was clumsy. He struggled to get his dick inside, instead poking Rift painfully in the buttocks. Once it was inside, it would often pop out due to his over-enthusiasm. More than once, Jericho had to help guide him back in. And even when he was actively fucking, he would often jab Rift at weird angles.
But it was all worth it for the knot. When Behemot finally shoved that fat bulb into him for the first time, he came. He also came the second time. And third, and fourth, and every time after that. The pop of Behemot’s knot into his hungry pussy became Rift’s religion, his country, his national anthem. He spent all day thinking about it, and all night riding it.
The level 5 training lasted for weeks. Rift strongly suspected it kept going for so long only because Jericho liked to watch. Once or twice she used his mouth while Behemot was busy with his rear, but mostly she just sat in the corner, touching herself.
He learned many interesting things about Behemot. For starters, as much as he acted like a dog, he was at least as smart as a person, and understood English perfectly. He usually wouldn’t listen once he got too excited, but if communicated early on, he was able - and willing - to engage in all manner of complicated debauchery.
He was also surprisingly sweet. He liked sharing big, sloppy doggy kisses, and loved to be pet. He liked to cuddle after sex, and always seemed very apologetic whenever he hurt Rift. He even liked to bottom occasionally, as he discovered one day when he walked into the training room and found Jericho balls-deep in his ass. Towards the end, Rift was seriously starting to think he’d rather date Behemot than Jericho.
But all good things must end, and three weeks later he received an email from Jericho informing him of the time and date of his final exam.
#
Rift’s hand was shaking as he turned the door handle and entered the training room. He didn’t know what to expect, but given what he’d experienced so far, he knew it was going to be brutal.
There were three of them. Four, depending on how you counted.
Behemot was there, dependable as always, but two others also lay by his side.
The first seemed to be nothing but the black outline of a wolf even bigger than Behemot, but it was hard to tellh. It looked like a hole in reality, an utterly pitch-black nothing that could only be observed by the absence it created.
The other was a great lion, enormous by any reasonable standard, but small next to Behemot. Its coat was the pale yellow of desert sand and the sun blazed in its eyes. It was draped in rich, red silks decorated with gold and jewels, and though it was the smallest of the great beasts, its fierce and royal aura seemed to fill the whole room. When its shining eyes met Rift’s, his knees buckled, and he almost fell to his knees in supplication.
And in the middle of it all, leaning luxuriously against Behemot’s side, was Jericho. She was naked, sweating, and absolutely rock hard. Her cock twitched incessantly and her precum was flowing out in a steady stream, running down her shaft and pooling on the floor. Her mouth hung open and she was panting like a dog.
“Did you touch another ancient statue?” Rift snarked. Jericho laughed.
“No, no statue this time.” She struggled to push the words out through the haze of lust. “This one is, ah. It’s a substance. The grimoire calls it ‘Wolfsbane’, but that’s, ah. It’s not really accurate, but it’s, mmh. Well, you’ll see.” She met Rift’s eyes, and he saw the desperate desire in them. “We’ve all taken it. They’ve all taken it.”
Rift realized that the beasts, too, were panting, and their cocks were hard and dribbling. Fear and elation filled him.
“Take the dilatics. Now. Nnngh. Double dose,” Jericho commanded.
Rift didn’t move. Jericho’s eye twitched, and her lips curled into a snarl.
“Rift, this isn’t a fucking joke. We can only hold back for- for so long, and you can’t outrun us. Take the dilatics, or you’re going to die.”
Rift sighed and took of his robe.
“Jericho, I was really hoping you’d have at least a modicum of professional respect for me by now. Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to show up to your final exam and rely on whatever fast-acting dilatics you deign to shove down my throat? I took them twenty minutes ago.”
Jericho slammed into him like a freight train, throwing him to the ground. He hadn’t even seen her move, but suddenly she was on top of him and inside of him, balls deep and bruising his thighs as she slammed into him over and over. He squirmed and tried to protest, but she pinned him down and opened him up. She looked so ferocious as she pounded him senseless, her tongue hanging out and her tits swinging wildly, that he couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love.
He was just starting to enjoy himself when she unceremoniously nutted in him and pulled out. She looked like she was contemplating going for another round, but she was interrupted by a tremendous roar. Rift felt it all the way down into his bones, and the whole room shook.
Jericho turned around, still on her knees, and gave the desert lion a deep but insincere kowtow.
“My deepest apologies, Your Majesty,” she said, her voice heavy with exertion and dripping with sarcasm. Rift sincerely hoped the king would hear her words and not her meaning. “The draught got the better of me. I shall repay this impropriety. But let’s not follow one dishonor with another.”
Jericho kneed Rift in the side and flipped him over. Before he could take another breath, he was pinned to the floor again, this time with his face against the mat and his ass raised high. Jericho pulled his cheeks apart, exposing him.
“This hole yet remains unsullied. Please, Your Majesty. Use it to your heart’s content.”
Rift went cold.
“J-Jericho, we haven’t really practiced-“ he stuttered.
“I know,” she smiled.
“I don’t know if I can-“
“Wouldn’t be much of a test if you did.”
He felt the heat before anything else. It was mild for only a second, and then it was scorching. As the first great paw stepped over Rift, it was just short of actively painful.
“Don’t worry. You won’t die,” Jericho whispered, sweat dripping from every pore. “He won’t let you.”
Rift could barely move his head, but managed to turn it far enough to glance at the king’s cock.
It was short and thin, at least compared to Behemot’s, but something within it moved and writhed and bulged, as if it was full of roiling magma. A faint light shone from it, and the precum pooling beneath it was an angry orange. Jericho helped guide the king into Rift’s ass, and he screamed as it filled with a searing pain.
Then everything was fine. He was serving his king, and that was the greatest joy in the world. He loved his king. He loved Jericho for offering him to his king. He loved his king’s cock, bulging and rippling inside him. He loved the searing heat, for it indicated his king’s presence. He loved that he had been born with holes for his king to use, a voice with which to moan for him, a mind with which to seek out his king and offer himself to him again and again and again.
He gave voice to his love, begging the king to mount him, to fill him. Harder, harder, harder. More, more, more. And his king deigned to respond! He roared triumphantly and plunged himself deep into Rift’s insides, unleashing a torrent of his blessed seed.
When Rift became himself again, he was still face down on the floor with his ass in the air, and he could feel the familiar sensation of Behemot’s tongue against his nethers. His legs were shaking and he felt like he’d been running for a week.
“Hey. Hi. Behemot, buddy. I’m glad to see you too, but I’m not sure I can-“
Behemot mounted him. He was harder and thicker than he’d ever been before, and Rift felt like he was going to burst. But somewhere deep inside himself, he wanted it. He wanted to get stretched by the biggest cock in the universe, and he allowed himself to want it, and Behemot slid all the way in, knot and all. Behemot came almost immediately, but that did very little to stop him. He kept humping Rift through three orgasms without slowing down, his thick cum gushing our of Rift’s pussy with every one. He only stopped when Jericho came to pull him away, and even then he whined and protested.
Then the world went dark. The nothing-wolf descended on Rift, and it was the strangest thing he had ever felt. It had no form, but he felt it pressing him into the mats. It made no sound, but he felt it whine and grunt with pleasure as it entered him. It did nothing to him, but he felt his body distend and groan to accept its impossible girth. And he could see nothing; for either a moment or an eternity, he was nowhere, getting his brains fucked out by absolutely nothing.
After it finally shuddered and came, filling him to the brim with absolutely nothing, it pulled away and left him gasping and confused on the mats, dripping with sweat. He saw Jericho and Behemot at the edge of his vision, and the king and the void turned expectantly towards them.
“Sure, you boys can have another go with him. We’ll be busy here for another moment,” she said.
The void immediately scooped him up and flopped both of them on their backs. Rift rode high on a comfortable pile of nothing, and wasn’t the least bit surprised to find more nothing working its way up his ass, nor to feel the king’s heat approaching.
The king licked his face, and it brought back yearning memories of the last time he served.
“Please,” Rift begged. “Make me yours again.”
The king obliged.
Rift could only barely handle the two of them, but handle them he did. He rode the nothing as hard as his mind and body would allow, and he served his king. They filled him, again and again, with joy and with nothing, and before long he couldn’t tell where they ended and he began.
They must have stopped at some point, because when he came to they were separate again. The king stood further down the room, lapping at the water fountain, and the void lay still at his side, apparently resting.
Something had brought him to, some strange noise. Something he had never heard, but had still felt familiar. It came again, and he realized what it was. A deep, guttural moan, familiar because he knew the voice. Jericho’s voice.
He looked and saw Jericho leaning over a breeding mount with Behemot’s enormous cock halfway inside her. Behemot whined and scrabbled excitedly as he pressed himself further into her. Her legs shook, her cock dripped, and she moaned like she was dying with every inch.
Rift’s eyes stung with jealousy, and he had to look away. Not because they were having sex. Lord knows he’d gotten over that particular hangup a long time ago. It was the way they did it. Jericho kept stroking Behemot, touching and petting his legs and belly. Between her filthy moans, she whispered encouragement, egged him on, called him a good boy. Behemot would even tilt his head down between his  front legs and lick at her face, and she would lick back, exchanging sloppy doggy kisses. They weren’t just fucking, they were making love. That’s what hurt.
Rift tried to just get up and leave, but the void had woken up and pinned him again. Soon after it didn’t come in him, he heard Behemot howl and Jericho scream, and after the king rode him one more time, Behemot was there again, waving his cock in Rift’s face. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t resist a taste of Jericho’s insides, and he licked the whole thing clean before taking it.
The rest of the exam passed in a blur. The three of them passed him around for hours, probing every hole as deep as it would go. He didn’t see Jericho at all.
When they were finally done, Rift couldn’t move. He just laid on his back in a pool of sweat and semen, trying to remember who he was. Only then did she finally reappear.
“Congratulations, Rift. You’ve passed the exam. Welcome to Level 5,” Jericho said. Her voice sounded strange, like she was hoarse from yelling. She looked different, too. “Sorry to put you through all that.”
“No you’re not,” Rift protested weakly.
“But I am,” she said, and there seemed to be genuine sadness in her voice. Rift tried to look at her, to see her face and try to figure out if she was truly sincere. But he was so tired. She did look sad, but her face was just wrong. Her body looked wrong. She was gently stroking herself, and even her dick looked wrong.
“You don’t care about me,” he said, failing pathetically to suppress a sniffle as the tears began to flow.
Jericho laid down on top of him, and kissed him very softly on the lips.
He kissed her back briefly, but then he caught himself and tossed his head away.
“Stop,” he cried.
But Jericho did not stop. She kissed his cheek, stroked his hair, nuzzled his neck. Her hands softly caressed his belly.
“I’m so sorry, Rift,” she whispered. “I wanted to love you, but you had to learn. You had to learn to be used.”
“You don’t. You don’t l-love me,” Rift sobbed. He was fully bawling.
“I do. I love you Rift,” Jericho whispered as she hugged him close and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Rift screamed. No words, just angers.
“Ssh, it’s okay,” Jericho whispered, caressing his neck. “I understand. I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t blame you.”
She grabbed one of his hands, and placed it on her hip.
“But see? I want you to touch me. I want you to love me.”
She grabbed his other hand, placed it on her head, encouraged him to play with her big, fluffy ears.
“Please, Rift. I know I hurt you, but I only did it because I had to. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, like you always wanted me to.”
He couldn’t resist touching her. When he scratched her behind the ears, and she pressed herself into him and wagged her tail, he melted. He kissed her on the neck and tasted only his own tears, but she moaned and breathed hard into his ear. His hands played along her sides, and when they came up along her ribs, she rose to let him play with her tits. She moaned and squirmed at his touch, and when she finally couldn’t take it any more, her mouth pounced on his, and he didn’t pull away. He tasted her lips, ran his tongue along her sharp teeth, and he loved it. When she finally slapped her enormous dog cock against his belly, he wasn’t even surprised.
“Wolfsbane, was it?” he said.
“Mhm,” she murmured happily. She was still pouring precum, dribbling all over his stomach. It must have taken her a herculean effort to not just fuck him on the spot.
“Still raring to go, I see.”
“I’ve been pacing myself,” she whispered. “I only came three or four times. I’ve been waiting. Waiting to love you.”
Rift leaned back and spread his legs.
“Love me, then,” he whispered.
Jericho tried to be careful, but she couldn’t stop herself from ramming it home. She wasn’t nearly as big or as strong as the others had been, but she still felt amazing. She touched him and he touched her and every feather-light caress and desperate, clawing grasp felt like an explosion.
Once again, Jericho came almost immediately, but it hardly seemed to slow her down. She kissed Rift and kept fucking him so hard her own sloppy seconds came squirting out of him.
“Oh, fuck, Rift,” she moaned. “Your pussy feels so good. I love your pussy.” She slammed him even harder, and Rift felt the tension building in his belly. “I love you, Rift. I love you. I love you.” Then he felt her hand clasp around his neck, tightening around his throat. She rose above him, staring directly into his eyes. “Tell me you love me, Rift.”
He felt the course of his life bend around this moment. Jericho was dangerous, he knew that now. If he made an error here, if he made the wrong choice, the rest of his life would be a nightmare. An unending cavalcade of horrors no man could be expected to endure. A perverse hell of her making.
Rift smiled, and made the best mistake of his life.
“I love you, Jericho.”
She kissed him, and didn’t pull out until the wolfsbane wore off four hours later. Rift couldn’t walk under his own power for the next 48 hours, but it had been entirely worth it.