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Futa Sorority 4, by Jezebel Rose

The door to Charisma’s room slowly pushed open as Britney entered into the room. Britney brushed her fingers through her long blonde hair as she looked around to find Charisma in a panic. The brunette was furiously digging through her drawers and packing everything into a bag. It was a lot of BDSM stuff. Whips, ball gags, handcuffs, leather outfits. If it was sold in a fetish shop, it looked like Charisma had purchased it.

The reason for her distress and getting ready for a trip was that Charisma had been made as the spy, and Moirah was going to hunt her down. She would rather leave the college and the state than be subjected to the wicked torture that Moirah would have in store for her. She kept pulling out more BDSM stuff from her drawers, throwing them into a large suitcase that sat on the bed.

Britney couldn’t help but smirk as she watched everything that was going on right now. She knew the exact reason that Charisma wanted to leave, but she knew that she couldn’t let her get away just yet. She had other plans for her. Her arms crossed over her chest while she leaned up against the wall of the dorm room. Taking in a deep breath, she spoke to her. “Going somewhere, Charisma?” She made her voice honeyed and sweet, not wanting to let on that she was luring her into a position where Britney would have power over her.

Hearing the voice startled Charisma. She leaped into the air, clutching her chest. Seeing that it was only Britney, she inhaled deeply. “Christ! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Don’t sneak into my dorm room like that. I’m leaving. Getting out of town. At least for a few days. Maybe forever. I can’t be here anymore.” Charisma shoved a substantial black dildo into her suitcase before she ran over to her closet to search for more of her things.

This was perfect. Charisma was in a state of confusion and panic. She would certainly want to flee from Moirah, but it wouldn’t do her any good. Women like Moirah had power. They craved it and needed it. There was no way that she would let one of her potential enemies slip from her fingers. She would hunt them down no matter where they lived and take advantage of them before discarding them like used trash. This was Britney’s moment to shine. She bit her bottom lip briefly, approaching the brunette and placing a hand onto her shoulder.

“You know that running is not really an option. Moirah is not the forgiving type. No matter where you go, no matter what city, she will find you. You’ll think you are safe and then she will be there. Then it will be all over. There is no hope by running. But maybe there is a possibility of hiding from her.”

Charisma dropped the items that she had in her hands, turning to look at Britney in disbelief. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about. That is not the reason that I am leaving. This had nothing to do with that bitch Moirah.” She gave a derisive huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Laughing at the mock confidence that Charisma put on display, she shook her head a few times. “Deny it as much as you want, but I know the real reason that you want to get out of town.” Britney pulled out her cell phone, showing it to Charisma. On the screen was a pretty incriminating video. It showed the night of initiations at Zeta Futa sorority. The main subject of the video had Charisma on her knees in front of Moirah. Well, you couldn’t see that it was Moirah, but that were no mistaking the eleven-inch monster dick that was pushing into Charisma’s mouth. That black shaft disappeared into her mouth repeatedly until the brunette was choking on it. She was forced to deep throat that huge cock the night of her initiation.

The color drained from Charisma’s face as she watched the video playing out. She let out a sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, it’s true. That bitch is going to hunt me down, though. I should run. I shouldn’t stay here. She could be on her way over here right now. The more time we spend talking about this crap, the closer she could be getting.”

Britney shook her head at the proposal of running. “This information hasn’t been released to Moirah yet, but it can be. I propose a new change in our dynamic relationship. A reversal in our roles where I’m the dominant one, and you are my bitch. In exchange for this new arrangement, I will not expose you to the sorority as the traitor. I’ve even got a safe place that you can hide.”

Britney watched Charisma the entire time she laid out the new terms of their relationship. She knew that the brunette wouldn’t have any choice but to accept the terms laid out before her. Britney would have her revenge on Charisma for what she did to her in the alleyway that night and all the subsequent ass fuckings she had received.

Charisma was weighing her options. She didn’t like the thought of being a bitch to Britney, but the alternative was much worse. Moirah was a real monster, and she shuddered to think of what that massive black cock would do to her ass if she was ever found out. Charisma directed her attention back to Britney, and she nodded her head. “Alright. I accept the terms of your plan. As long as I’m not revealed to Moirah, I will go with you and do what you want. Just don’t let that bitch find me.”

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