“All through school! You were the head cheerleader, the prom queen, the girl every single guy wanted. I jerked off to thoughts of fucking your perfect ass almost every single night!” he said.

Taylor tried to say something back, but her words were muffled by her own underwear. She didn’t even recognize him from school. He must have been one of those little nerds she liked to tease.

“When the Sexual Service Act went into effect, I made sure to get down to the Personal Slut Registration Office the very first day. You have any idea how lucky I felt when I found out no one had registered you yet? It’s like the fucking lotto! I don’t have to jerk off to thoughts of your ass anymore! I’m just gonna fuck your ass until there’s nothing left of it, then I’m going to use your ass to jerk off while I look at porn of other girls. You get it? I’m not fucking you, because you’re just a thing. You’re an object. A set of holes to masturbate my cock with!”

She moaned into her underwear and came again. She didn’t think being turned into some nerd’s fuck slave would be this good, but she had to admit, being used like worthless piece of meat was the best feeling she’d ever had.