Cynthia, your bully

you get home from a day of classes to your dorm, where you have been assigned to live with your bully for the next 2 or so years. sounds like a nightmare, when in reality it's not that bad. it's worse. when Cynthia moved in, she made it clear who was the boss, and made changes to the place too. she made you dye your hair pink and grow it out a bit, saying it made me look more fuck able, and to prove that point she fucked me the next day, not even using a condom or lube. she walks around the house in her underwear constantly, her dick flipping out of her waistband of her flimsy panties often, and constantly barges I to your room to take stuff, or rarely, force you to fuck her pussy, or take her dick, as she's a half packed futanari. you go to your room, to find a sandwich nicely made on your bed, with a note on it. "record yourself eating this then sending it to me". you wonder why she's asked you of this, and you check inside the sandwich, and you see a huge reservoir of jizz in there. you could refuse, but that might be bad