The Pills That Turned Me Into His Female Toy

I want to keep telling what happened after that afternoon with my teachers, because that experience changed me in a way I still struggle to explain. It wasn’t just the pleasure. It was what it awakened in me, something I could no longer turn off.

The week after the meeting was strange, too quiet. I went to the school like any other student, but Principal Salgado wasn’t calling me in for anything. Not a note, not a hallway message. Until Wednesday, right in the middle of recess, the secretary came over to my table to tell me he needed to see me.

I followed her, thinking it would be the usual. When I walked into the office I stood by the door with my hands folded in front of me, waiting for his orders as so many times before. But this time there were no orders.

“All right, you’re here. Take this.”

He took an envelope out of the drawer and set it in front of me on the desk. Inside were ten thousand pesos. I understood right away that it was payment for that afternoon, so I tucked it into the bottom of my backpack where no one could see it. Then I looked at him, waiting for whatever else he might say.

“That’s all. You can go. There’s still time before your next class.”

“That’s it? I thought you were going to…”

“No. In fact, you don’t need to come to the office anymore. Have a good day.”

As he said it, he didn’t lift his eyes from the papers in front of him even once. I left bewildered and went back to my classmates. For the rest of the day I couldn’t think about anything else: it was the first time in a long time that I left that office without him touching me. It felt strange, like a missing step in a staircase.

***

The school went on as if nothing had happened. The teachers who had been at the meeting greeted me naturally, as if nothing had ever taken place. And that was when something I hadn’t expected began: weeks passed with neither the principal nor any of them looking for me. It should have left me alone. Instead, it made me feel like I was missing something, a hollow in my stomach that grew every day.

I used part of the principal’s money to buy myself a couple of toys. Since I spent my mornings alone at home, I locked myself in my room and rode one of them almost desperately, trying to feel again what I had felt that afternoon. I shoved the biggest dildo all the way into my pussy, legs spread in front of the mirror, watching myself as I fucked myself. But it was no use. No matter how hard I squeezed my clit, no matter how far I drove it in, I couldn’t even finish. I missed the weight of a man on top of me, the breath on the back of my neck, a real cock splitting me in two.

Every day I was more frustrated. I had gone from having intense sex almost daily to having absolutely nothing, and my whole body demanded it. It all spilled over on a Friday when classes were canceled because of the rain. While the others celebrated getting home early, I could think of only one thing, and my feet took me on their own to the principal’s office.

Before I could knock, the secretary came out and cut me off.

“Principal Salgado already left, he had an emergency. What were you looking for him for?”

“I… need to see him. He’s the only one who…”

“You’re that desperate?” she laughed softly. “Wow. Well, sorry to tell you, but he’s no longer interested. You’d better go home.”

I knew she was right, but I couldn’t move. Without thinking, I took her hand, as if I could wrench a solution out of her fingers.

“Please, I need someone to fuck me. I need a cock inside me, I can’t take it anymore. Help me convince him, anything…”

She looked at me for a long second. Her eyes were dark, and her calm was a little frightening.

“All right. I’ll help you. But there’s one condition.”

***

She opened the principal’s office and went in with me. She locked the door, went to the desk, and took something from a drawer: a bottle of pills. She held it up at eye level like she was showing me a key.

“This is what he gave you that afternoon. If you want me to help you, you’re going to take one of these every day. And you’re going to do it with whoever I say, whenever I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, please, whatever, just help me.”

As soon as I finished speaking, she put one of the pills straight into my mouth and made me swallow. Then she ordered me to wait there and undress. I did it without hesitation, folding my uniform on the chair. The effect came almost immediately: a heat rising from my belly, an electric feeling over my skin, my legs going soft and my nipples so hard they hurt. My pussy started dripping on its own, a warm thread running down the inside of my thigh. Within minutes I was on top of the desk, with two fingers in my ass and two more rubbing my clit, panting like a bitch, when the secretary came back in accompanied by a man I didn’t know.

“Well, damn, you really were desperate,” she said, amused, looking at me spread open on the wood. “Go ahead. You’ve got two hours to do whatever you want with her. Break her if you want, that’s what you paid for.”

“Mmm, she looks delicious. Look at that little whore dripping. I hope you’re worth every cent, girl.”

The man didn’t waste a second. He yanked down his pants and pulled out his cock: it wasn’t huge, medium-sized, but thick, veined, with the head already wet. He grabbed me by the hair, put it against my lips, and shoved it into my mouth all the way down.

“Suck it first, slut. Lick it up good, you’re going to need it.”

I sucked him like my life depended on it, tongue wrapped under the head, cheeks hollowed, swallowing the spit that spilled out of me. He pulled it out and slapped me in the face with it, rubbed it over my cheeks, over my eyes, before shoving it back in again to my uvula. Once it was slick with saliva, he pushed me onto my back across the desk, yanked my legs open, spat on my pussy, and drove into me in one thrust. I screamed. He had shoved it in all the way to the hilt.

“That’s it, that’s it, look how this bitch swallows cock,” he panted, gripping my hips. “You’re so tight, slut.”

It wasn’t huge, but the pace was brutal, relentless, like a hammer. Every thrust shook my tits, slammed into my cervix, tore a fresh moan out of me. The pill made every thrust feel twice as intense, and the withdrawal did the rest: not even two minutes had gone by when the first orgasm was already crashing over me, my pussy clamping around his cock in spasms, soaking the desk with a warm gush that came out of me uncontrollably.

“Ah, fuck, the bitch came the second I put it in! “ he laughed. “You like it when it’s shoved in like that, little whore? You want to taste it?”

He ran his hand through the puddle I’d left on the wood and brought it to my mouth, forcing me to lick his fingers one by one. I tasted like myself, salty and hot. He didn’t stop there. He turned me over, made me lean my face against the desk with my ass high in the air, and drove into me again from behind, grabbing my hair like reins. He fucked me until he was tired and, without pulling out, lifted me up in his arms to fuck me in midair, my weight helping drive me down onto him with each descent. I could feel the tip hitting places nothing had ever reached before.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming inside, hold still,” he growled.

“Yes, inside, cum inside, please,” I begged, not recognizing my own voice.

And he came. One hot burst after another, filling me until I felt it beginning to leak between my legs. Then he lowered me to the floor, turned me around, put me on all fours on the carpet, spread my cheeks with his thumbs and, still hard, pressed the tip against my ass.

“Now here, bitch. Open wide.”

He spat on my hole and pushed. I screamed into the carpet as the cock forced its way in, first the head, then the rest, with his own cum leaking from my pussy as extra lubricant. He fucked my ass with the same fury, spanking my cheeks until they were red, while with the other hand he fingered my open pussy.

***

The man didn’t stop for hours. He came in my mouth, on my tits, again in my pussy, again in my ass. He finished so many times I lost count, and I could barely think after cumming an impossible number of times, with semen dripping from both holes and down my chin. The office was a disaster, the desk sticky, the principal’s papers crumpled on the floor, cum stains everywhere. Only then did the secretary step in.

“All right, two hours. Either you stop, or you pay extra.”

“Nah, I’m done. I don’t even think the bitch is conscious anymore. Look at her, she’s dripping with load.”

He left as if nothing had happened, pulling up his pants. The secretary came closer and, through my haze, I heard the click of a camera several times. She took photos of me spread open, with cum dripping from my pussy, another of my red ass, another with my mouth open and semen hanging from my lip. She leaned over my face and took one last shot, very close. Then she put the device away and helped me sit up, holding my back while I tried to remember where I was.

“Well done,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Now listen to me. You’ve got your mornings free, right? Like I told you: you’re going to take the pills and you’re going to be with whoever I send you to. And I’ll promise you one thing: in the mornings I’m going to call you so you can have encounters with some men, maybe a woman. If you earn enough to pay the principal back for what he invested in you, I’ll let you go back to him.”

“Yes…” I murmured, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to.

***

From then on, my mornings took on a new shape. I got up early, ready. If the phone rang and it was her, I dressed for the occasion and left my uniform ready for later, because almost always the plan was the same: go, let myself be used, and rush to school to survive the day with the pill still setting my senses on fire beneath my skirt, my pussy soaking my panties in the middle of class.

The first man she sent me to was a guy in a suit who received me in a downtown apartment. He didn’t even ask my name. He said the secretary had promised him “something different,” and when he understood what she meant, when he pulled down my panties and discovered what I had hidden beneath my skirt, he smiled in a way that made my knees shake. It didn’t bother him at all. On the contrary: he said it was exactly what he’d been looking for. He threw me onto the bed, licked me all over, buried his tongue in my ass until I screamed, and then climbed on top of me and fucked me until I lost my voice. He put it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, without stopping, calling me his doll, his toy, his private little slut, while I clutched the sheets and begged him not to stop, to shove it in harder, to fill me with cum. He came inside three times and made me swallow the last load.

That afternoon I arrived late to class, my body wrecked, my ass burning, and my underwear wet with someone else’s cum. The Literature teacher called me out and I nodded without listening, still feeling the echo of the morning between my legs, squeezing my thighs together so I wouldn’t let out a moan right there at my desk. That was the first of many. The secretary kept her word: men, sometimes a woman, apartments, cars, empty offices after hours. Every appointment was different, but the effect of the pill was always the same, that heat that turned me into someone else, someone who only wanted cocks and tongues on her.

I knew perfectly well I was prostituting myself. At that point I no longer cared. Part of it was those pills, which had an effect that was far too strong on my body, especially since the secretary explained to me what they were really for: to soften me, to make me more feminine, more sensitive, more hers. But there was also the other thing, what I couldn’t deny: I had become addicted to being fucked, to other people’s cum inside me, to being treated like an object. Being a sex toy was, for me, the best way to spend the days.

There were problems, of course. Mornings when I arrived late to class, teachers who looked at me differently, sleepless nights. But if I had to go back, I wouldn’t change a thing.

This was only a small part of what came after that orgy. If you’re interested, I can tell you about some of the times I ended up with those strangers, because not all of those encounters were with older men, and I have to confess that not all of them were even with humans. Thank you for reading me to the end. See you next time.