Maria is a 50-year-old university professor, feminist, and political activist. She has been arrested because of delivering a speech against the totalitarian regime of her country. A car stopped by her house just before she entered and forced her inside. She was taken to an isolated prison cell.

She thought herself a very brave person, but her feelings were the opposite now. Nothing but fear and regret was on her mind.

After a while, the door opened, and a man entered.

"So, ready to talk now? Give us any information you have about the protests, activists, and their plans, and we may think about letting you go."

"I don't know anything," Maria said, desperate and terrified.

"Sure you do. You are not getting out of this room until you give us what we want."

Maria was terrified further. The room contained a large bed, which looked out of place, a large mirror, and an open bathroom, with no windows. The thought of spending a long time there was horrifying to Maria, who was used to a luxurious lifestyle.

"But don't worry, you won't be alone." The man said with a smirk, "You'll have a roommate to spend your time with. Isn't that wonderful?"

"What do you mean? Who?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"It's easier to just show you. But before that, undress."

Maria recoiled, as her eyes went wide. She had anticipated psychological violence in the worst scenario, but not this.

The man stared at her. "What are you waiting for? Do you need assistance?"

Maria had gone pale. With slow movements, she opened the buttons and removed her blouse, then her skirt. She stood in her underwear, desperately trying to cover herself with her hands.

"Everything," The man said, "Hurry!"

Maria's fingers trembled as she unhooked her bra, revealing her large breasts. She hesitated before sliding her underwear down, revealing a thick black bush. She was now stark naked, desperately trying to cover her breasts with one hand, and her pussy with another.

The man took all her clothes and left, leaving Maria thinking and ashamed.

She turned toward the mirror, examining the reflection.

Her face looked scared and sad. Her large, saggy breasts made a sad sight, as if they were crying. Her large belly and fat ass were a testimony to her gluttony and laziness. Her eyes got fixed on the thick bush between her legs, which covered her pussy, and it brought back memories.

"How many times have I offered it to someone in exchange for something?" She thought.

Maria remembered the first time, freshman year in college, when she traded it for a passing grade in calculus. Back then, she thought it was only an exception, but it became a routine. She did it more and more. She began asking herself what the point of striving for something was when she could just get it by dropping her panties and spreading her legs?

Now, she was staring at a woman with no shame and dignity, a contrast to what she pretended to stand for in her speeches and articles, making her feel hollow.

"Why did I even do it?" She asked herself, remembering her fiery speech against the regime. "I just wanted to feel good about myself, to be famous and cheered."

She felt stupid, and saw no point in going further, trying to put up a fight with the regime.

"How is this different?" She asked herself, "Just another of those situations, when I should give men what they want to get what I want."

Suddenly, a sound broke her thread of thoughts. The door opened, and as Maria turned to look. Her eyes went wide in shock.

The man had returned, but this time along with another young man, who was gorilla-looking, large, extremely hairy, and completely naked.

"Maria, meet Lucas," the man said, gesturing towards the hulking figure beside him. Lucas grinned, as his eyes roamed hungrily over Maria’s exposed body, and his massive cock was swinging between his legs. "He’s going to be your roommate. You won’t leave this room until he’s satisfied with you from every aspect. That includes the confessions you make, the information you share, and any kind of other demands he might have. You can leave only when he says he is fully satisfied with you." The man’s smirk widened before he left and locked the door behind him.

Maria was watching Lucas in disbelief as he grabbed and pushed her down to sit on the floor in front of him. She was facing his monstrous cock now, which was getting erect.

"Open your mouth," Lucas ordered. Maria had never had a cock in her mouth before. As a feminist writer, she had condemned such practices in her works, saying that they humiliated and dehumanized women. But now, she faced the decision to resist or take the cock in her mouth.

She realized something that hit her hard: All her activism, speeches, and writing had been meaningless. They were just fantasies she used to mask her true nature, a woman who was willing to trade her body for favors. So why not now? If sucking a cock could make her situation even a little better, then she would do it. Her beliefs were nothing but empty words; they couldn't help her, but opening her mouth and taking the cock in could.

Maria slowly opened her mouth, trembling as she leaned forward. His cock was massive and hard, its veins bulging. She felt its warmth and taste as it entered, and contrary to what she thought, it felt normal, like no big deal.

Lucas groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he began thrusting deeper. Maria gagged but didn't resist. She took it in obediently. How easily she had submitted surprised even her.

"Suck it." He ordered.

Maria obeyed. She began sucking his cock like a candy. "It's no big deal," she told herself, "just a candy with a different flavor. Just one more thing I'm doing in exchange for something."

Lucas laughed. "Look at you, the great feminist and loudmouth, swallowing cock like candy. And you don't even need to be told twice."

His words stung for a moment, because they were true. She had written articles condemning the very act she was now performing obediently. But she decided to accept her true self and what was happening. Her articles and speeches were merely a cover for her true self. They had no benefit for her now. But being herself could not only save her, but ease or even erase the shame. With that realization and acceptance, the bad feeling went away.

"Faster! Harder!" Lucas yelled.

Maria held his buttocks with her hands, and took more length into her mouth, sucking as fast and hard as possible. She looked up and saw him staring at her with a smirk. His fingers tightened in her hair.

"You're good at this." His words should have humiliated her, and would have, if it were a few hours ago. But now, they sent a strange thrill through her. Being good at it excited her, and Maria felt she was enjoying the act, as well as the freedom of being her true self.

After a minute, Lucas ordered, "Swallow it all, don't miss a drop!" Maria obeyed. Her mouth was filled with warm semen. As his cock exited her mouth, she waited a few seconds before swallowing, just to taste the semen better.

Maria didn't hate the taste, which surprised her. She expected it to be disgusting, but it wasn't. It tasted musky, salty, and thick, like strong cheese mixed with ocean water. She swallowed, feeling it slide down her throat, warm and heavy. A strange sense of accomplishment washed over her, as if she had passed some unspoken test.

Lucas chuckled, running his hand through her hair. "Damn, I expected you to fight... scream, maybe, or at least cry. But here you are, not needing to be told something twice." He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "All that political agitation, those cries about women being oppressed, encouraging them to fight back and everything, and now this. What's the deal professor?"

Maria looked into his eyes calmly. "Nothing. I just don't see a reason to pretend anymore. This is who I really am."

"Oh, so you're saying those articles, those speeches, were all lies? You never believed any of it?"

"Yes," She said with the same calm face expression and tone, "I only wanted attention, applause. That's it." She felt lighter, somehow more free to finally say it out loud.

"Well, that makes you interesting," he murmured, pulling her arm to bring her up on her feet. "Most prisoners cry about injustice, about how they’ll never betray their cause. But you? You’re already betraying it without us even trying."

He squeezed her breasts, and she let him, as he continued, "But maybe you are just pretending not to care right now. Maybe this is a show to fool us into not taking you seriously. Perhaps I should test your true feelings?"

He laid her down on the bed, and put her legs on his shoulders. "Here is the test. I fuck you, and you stare into my eyes the whole time. If you reach an orgasm, I'll know that you are being honest; I'll know that you are just a whore, willing to cooperate."

Maria nodded. He positioned himself, as his cock pressed against her entrance. Maria felt herself getting wet. The moment he pushed inside, she let out a scream, but managed to keep her stare. It had been a long time since she had been penetrated, and his size was huge.

Lucas began thrusting into her slowly, and gradually raised his speed. Maria gasped. The pain subsided gradually, replaced by pleasure. She kept her eyes locked onto his, and tried to submit herself to the pleasure.

It was like each thrust purged her body and soul, ejecting all the hypocrisy outside. Her mouth opened to let out moans of pleasure, and her body reacted accordingly.

"Look at you," Lucas said, "You're all wet, begging for more. You like this, don't you? You dirty whore!"

Maria didn't answer, but her body did. Her nipples stood stiff, her breath quickened, her eyes went wider, and moans grew louder. She had forgotten the prison cell, the regime, her hollow activism. There was the raw, animal pleasure.

This went on for a few minutes, until Maria felt warm semen filling her, and reached an orgasm immediately after Lucas, with a loud moan.

"You dirty whore!" Lucas said victoriously, "You weren't lying. You like it." Lucas pulled out, smirking. Maria lay there, panting, her body slick with sweat, her legs still spread shamelessly.

"Yes." She admitted.

Lucas chuckled. "All those speeches about freedom, female empowerment, resisting male domination, and here you are, spread open like a common slut. Did you secretly dream about something like this all the time?"

"Not just dream," she continued to admit. "I did it from time to time, always in exchange for something. That's how I got to where I was." The admission made her feel more relaxed.

Lucas watched her with amusement. He reached down, squeezing her breasts. "And now?"

"Nothing has changed. I'll give you what you want, if you give me what I want."

"You're shameless, aren't you?" His hand went down to rub her fat belly. "So, what do you want professor?"

"I want to get out of here, and I want a decent payment and protection if you want me to cooperate."

Lucas laughed, his fingers tracing circles around her navel. "You really are just a whore, aren’t you? A greedy little whore. But you know what? I like whores. I can come to an arrangement with them easier than the fools who believe people like you really stand for something. Fine, I'll arrange it. But you are not getting out until you have shared everything you know, and fully pleased me."

Maria felt relieved. She closed her eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath. Her fears were over, and she felt no shame or sorrow. On the contrary, she felt good, and was already calculating her possible gains from this arrangement.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Lucas taking a Viagra, getting ready for further action. He pulled her under the shower, cleaning himself and her. After that, he sat on the bed.

"The pill takes some time to kick in. Why don't you entertain me until then? How about some dancing and singing? If you do it with passion, that can be proof of your eagerness for our little arrangement."

Maria stood in front of him and began singing a love song, one she remembered from her youth, about a woman surrendering completely to her lover. Her voice was surprisingly melodic.

She sang and swayed her hips, letting her large belly and thick thighs move rhythmically. She shook her saggy breasts, making them bounce in time with the song. Her hands traced over her body, accentuating rolls of fat, as if presenting herself as a feast.

Lucas watched in amusement. Maria turned, presenting her ass to him, as she shook it. The lyrics were about hunger for a lover’s touch, words she had once mocked as patriarchal fantasy. Now, she was singing them to someone who wasn't even her lover, with no shame.

Her hips moved in slow circles. She lifted her breasts, squeezing them together, letting them sway with the rhythm. She leaned forward, her thick thighs parting slightly, giving him a good view of her hairy pussy.

This went on until his cock became hard again. He soaked his penis in some cooking oil, and laid Maria down on the bed, her face down, as he stood behind her and spanked her ass.

"You tried this before?"

Maria got scared. She had never offered her ass to anyone, and considering the size of his penis, found the situation terrifying, but decided to tolerate it at any cost. "No." She responded.

Lucas chuckled as he placed the tip of his cock against her anus. "Don't worry, you'll love it. It's time to put this fat ass to good use." With a sudden thrust, he penetrated her. Maria screamed into the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

The pain was severe. She gasped, as her eyes went wide. Lucas didn’t pause, driving deeper, his hands holding her hips hard enough to keep her from moving.

"Relax," he said, slapping her ass. "If you resist, it only becomes more painful."

Maria tried to loosen up as Lucas began thrusting slowly. The pain was unbearable at first, but gradually transformed into something else, a fullness, and finally, pleasure. He increased his pace little by little. The wet slap of skin made noises, and they gradually became louder.

"See?" Lucas said victoriously, "You're taking it like a good little whore."

Maria clenched her teeth, her body trembling as he penetrated deeper. She was sweating badly, but also determined to take it.

"Good girl, you're doing better than I thought you would." His words were humiliating, but Maria found herself comforted by them. Approval, even from a man like him, felt good.

Her body got used to the situation, and each thrust pushed her closer to a twisted kind of surrender. Lucas's cock stretched her beyond anything she had ever known. Maria buried her face in the pillow, biting down on the fabric as he pumped. The initial pain had dulled, replaced by a shameful pleasure.

"Damn, you're tight," Lucas said, while breathing fast and sweating, "Bet no one's ever fucked you like this."

A minute later, Lucas finally came deep inside her. She felt a warm liquid pouring into her body. It was a strange sensation. She was utterly fucked in every possible hole of her body, and also fucked in her brain, making her see and expose her true self.

"Damn, whore!" Lucas chuckled as he pulled out, slapping her fat ass one last time. "You took it all like a champ. Didn't know feminists could be such good fuckholes."

Maria lay there, limp and slick with sweat, her asshole throbbing from the brutal stretch. Her body felt hollowed out, used, yet oddly satisfied. She had expected shame to flood her, but instead, she felt relieved. She had always feared being broken, but now that it had happened, she found a perverse freedom and satisfaction in it. No more pretending was needed. She could finally be herself.

They cleaned themselves. After that, Lucas guided her to sit behind a table. "Now, sit here and write everything. All the names you know, all the plans, secrets, everything."

Maria just took a pen and started writing. She knew what consequences it had, but felt nothing. She had no shame, and no feeling for the people she was giving away now. She even despised them, since they would have hated her if they knew what was inside her, but Lucas and the regime would have rewarded her for the same thing.

She wrote everything: names, addresses, plans, upcoming protests, everything she knew. Lucas, standing behind her and reading, was surprised by the ease with which she gave everything away.

After a while, Maria said, "I'm done. I wrote everything I know."

"Good. This suffices for now. But when you get out, you keep working, as if you are a fearless activist. You'll gather more information, and share it with us. We'll reward you for it. Do I make myself clear?"

Maria nodded. Lucas was tired. He took her to bed, wrapped one arm around her neck, and went to sleep. Maria put her head on his hairy chest and thought for a while.

She felt like she was born again. The old Maria, who lived with lies and hypocrisy, was gone. The new Maria, who had just been born, was free. She didn't have to pretend anymore. She wasn't ashamed anymore. She was finally herself.

Several months later, Maria was waiting at her new expensive villa. Her services were well compensated, and now, she could afford such a luxurious life. She had a large walk-in closet, full of expensive clothes, but she preferred to wear only a robe for the occasion.

Opening the robe, she watched her own naked body in the mirror; she was getting fatter, her boobs had dropped further, and a malicious smile had become almost an unceasing feature of her face.

The doorbell rang. She knew who it was, and went to open the door. She greeted Lucas and brought him in without hesitation.

"So, anything new for me?" He asked.

"Of course. I have too much this time." She said as she handed him a stack of paper.

"Wow, this takes some time to read... and some patience, which I don't have. Tell you what, why don't you get to work while I have a look at these?"

"Yes, love!" Maria said, as she dropped her robe, revealing her naked body, sat on the floor, pulled down his trousers, and took his penis in her mouth.

Lucas wasn't interested in her very much, and focused most of his attention on the papers.

"So, they haven't suspected anything, have they?"

"Nuh Uh!" Maria managed to make such a sound while sucking cock, not bothering to take his penis out of her mouth for the rest of their conversation.

"Well, what can I say? It's their own fault, isn't it? Trusting someone like you?"

"Um hum!" she said, while nodding in agreement.

Lucas put the papers away and had a look at Maria. A fat, ugly woman was sucking his cock while staring into his eyes. She barely looked human, both inside and out.

"Don't you feel any regret, shame?"

"Na ah!"

"I almost feel sorry for those who trust you, who look up to you. We would have had serious problems if people like you weren't on our side, guiding the dissidents."

"Huh!"

Lucas watched the creature at his feet, feeling almost disappointed to see how low someone could fall. "But you don't care about any of that either, do you?"

Maria confirmed with another "Na ah!" sound, while bobbing her head faster, her thick fingers kneading his thighs. Her eyes stayed locked onto his.

Lucas shuddered, not from pleasure, but from something darker. He had broken many prisoners before, but Maria hadn't been broken. She had embraced the darkness inside her, letting it guide her life. For the first time at his job, he got scared. The darkness had scared even him.