Sunday, August 31, 2014

Proving Day - Chapter One

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

Julia shifted uncomfortably in her hard plastic chair. She was still a bit groggy, having been taken to the meeting hall along with the rest of her boarding school class immediately after wakeup. She wondered what was going on as no one had told her anything – she was simply given a small sealed bag and led into the room with the other girls. Looking around the room, the rest of the hundred or so girls seemed equally confused. That was mildly comforting – if she was in trouble, at least she wasn’t the only one.

Standing atop an elevated wooden stage between two pillars and behind a podium was an older blonde woman in her late twenties. She was dressed sharply, in a short black skirt and an authoritative gray dress shirt. Her body was lean, her facial features pretty yet harsh. Julia immediately didn’t like her, though she assumed that was more due to the twin black armbands the woman wore on her left shoulder, a sign of relatively high party rank. It seemed that Julia wasn’t the only one who felt that way, either – the room was only about three quarters full and all of the seats closest to the stage were empty. As one of the last to arrive, Julia was amongst the girls sitting closest to the stage, which she hated. It made her feel tremendously vulnerable to not have another person sitting in front of her.

It wasn’t unheard of for a woman to advance through the party ranks as the woman had, but it was certainly uncommon. Julia had actually met quite a few women like that in her eighteen years – societal norms strongly discouraged placing women in positions of authority over men, so many women of power found themselves working in places like the all-female boarding school where Julia grew up. In her experience such women were invariably cruel; often even more so than their male counterparts. She realized that it likely wasn’t their fault – the system was clearly designed to only allow the most sadistic and ruthless to advance, and women likely had to try harder than men just to prove themselves – but just the same she fully understood that such women were absolutely not her friends.

“History is important,” the woman began, a smug smile plastered across her face. “We need to understand the morass from which we crawled out of if we are to avoid making the same mistakes that put our species there in the first place. A lesser civilization might shy away from examining such an embarrassing and shameful past, but we are most certainly not a lesser civilization. My name is Laura and I’m here to guide you through our past as well as help you make sense of the present.”

“As many of you no doubt know, today is a holiday – and one of tremendous importance. What you may not realize, however, is that it was a holiday even before the revolution, though hardly one that our predecessors took seriously. Back in the twenty-first century they referred to it as April Fools’ Day, a day during which they’d play meaningless pranks on each other. These pranks served no practical purpose and earned them nothing more than the right to point at one another and call each other fools. Is it any wonder that their civilization didn’t last?”

“Our founders might have been forgiven if they had chosen to ban the holiday and be done with it, but our founders were no fools – they were likely the wisest men who have ever been. They saw that there was some potential in the very foundation of the holiday, and with some modification it could be salvaged and turned into something of value. No longer would the people play moronic, juvenile pranks upon each other – they’d do something of actual meaning. Additionally, there would be a bit more at stake than simply the bragging rights associated with fooling one’s peers. April Fools’ Day was dead, but in its place Proving Day was born – though many of you probably have heard of it by a different name. Can anyone tell me what this day is known as on the streets?”

Julia gulped. She had heard rumors about what the day was called, but desperately hoped that they were wrong. Looking around, it seemed like most of the other girls knew what it was called as well, though none of them seemed in a hurry to volunteer the answer either. Julia suspected it was more out of a fear that they’d be correct than fear that they’d be wrong.

“Not a single one of you,” Laura sighed contemptuously. “You must all be either tremendously ignorant or tremendously cowardly – either way, it’s no wonder your gender wound up on the bottom. The correct answer is Rape Day - it might not be the official name, but it’s fair enough. I’m guessing many of you have heard all kinds of awful things about today that you don’t want to admit to, some of it true and some of it exaggeration, and that’s why we’re all gathered here this morning. You’ve all turned eighteen since the last Proving Day, and that means you will all be participating. It’s probably for the best that you understand exactly what you’re participating in.”

Muffled gasps echoed quietly through the air. Julia apparently wasn’t the only one who was less than pleased to find out that the rumors of Rape Day were based in reality, though no one dared to call attention to themselves by openly objecting. The smug grin on Laura’s face grew – she obviously enjoyed the fear she was inspiring in the young girls.

“Calm down now,” she chuckled condescendingly. “It’s really not too bad – if history is any indicator then most of you ignorant sluts will actually end up enjoying it, even if so many of you insist on pretending otherwise. Regardless of whether you love it or loathe it you do need to understand how it works – you’ll remember, this isn’t some pointless waste of time like April Fools’ Day was. Proving day is how our young adults prove their worth to our civilization, which they do by earning points. You need to understand just how those points are earned.”

“Originally it was extremely simple – a man earned one point for each woman that he penetrated, with a five point bonus if she happened to have been a virgin when he caught her. It worked, but it wasn’t perfect. For example, a woman has three serviceable holes, yet the initial scoring system encouraged men to use only one – this was quickly corrected by awarding one point for each hole penetrated. Additionally, a new rule was created that stated that all points would be lost if the man did not ejaculate inside of the woman, so as to discourage men from simply shoving it in and moving on. A word of warning about that, too – if a man ejaculates in your mouth and you spit it out then he loses all of the points he’s earned from you until he forces you to lick it back up, so unless you have some twisted desire to suck cum off of the ground you should probably just swallow the first time like a good girl.”

Julia was disgusted, and not just by the thought of being forced to lick ejaculate from the ground. The explanation of men competing to violate women as if it were a sport was deeply troubling, but not nearly as troubling as her unwilling reaction to the thought. As repugnant as the whole thing was, a part of her seemed to be intrigued – in fact, it was growing impossible for her to ignore how turned on she was by the whole idea. Unable to accept her body’s bizarre betrayal of her morality, she helplessly squirmed in her chair and tried to ignore it.

“Don’t think that our founders were completely deaf to your needs, though,” she continued. “They wanted this to be fun for you as well. To that end, men score two additional points for each time they make their target orgasm – if he makes you cum five times, that’s another ten points to his name. I’m sure some of you are thinking that five times is a bit unrealistic, but I have some good news there as well. The ruling council wanted your first Proving Day to be memorable, so they put something special in your dinners last night. With the drugs that are flowing through your tight little bodies right now cumming five times isn’t just possible, it’s probable. Those chemicals don’t just make your orgasms more frequent, either – they make them far more intense so that there’s no way you’ll be able to realistically conceal them. When you cum, everyone around you will know it.”

Things were beginning to make a little bit more sense to Julia. It had seemed tremendously strange that the girls of her class had been given such a large dinner the night before – typically they were given the bare minimum to sustain life – and now she understood why. The fact that she had been drugged explained her body’s reaction to the vile explanation of what the next day would hold, but she couldn’t help but worry that there might be more going on. As alarming as her arousal was, it didn’t feel foreign – even if it was being chemically magnified its origins seemed natural and internal.

“Being unable to conceal your orgasms isn’t actually necessary for scoring purposes,” Laura explained with a smile. “That part is really just for entertainment later. You see, your biowarden chips will detect the orgasms with one hundred percent accuracy for scoring purposes, and that’s just the beginning. When your chip detects an orgasm it broadcasts a signal to your conqueror’s biowarden chip. This enables his retinal camera, recording everything that he sees for the entire duration of your orgasm. Once the orgasm is over the recording is indexed to your name and automatically uploaded to the net for review. These files, by the way, do not expire and are available to the general public, so just think – decades down the road your coworkers, employers, and really anyone even remotely interested will be able to see exactly what you little whores look like screaming in pleasure while being skewered on some complete stranger’s cock simply by plugging your name into their smart phones. This policy may seem terribly cruel to some of you more timid girls, but we’ve found it to be enormously beneficial in the long term – you sluts have such an easier time remembering what you are when you know that everyone has seen your filthy holes convulsing in pleasure.”

Julia felt more torn than she had ever felt in her life. Consciously she was disgusted and terrified by the idea – knowing that anyone who wanted to would be able to instantly see her in the throes of orgasm without her permission or even notification seemed diabolically cruel. However, a part of her that she didn’t want to exist seemed to deeply yearn for the experience. She found herself unwillingly imagining complete strangers on the street noticing her, plugging her name into their phones, and witnessing her violation right in front of her. Before long her goal wasn’t to ignore the feeling of general warmth creeping through her body – that battle was already lost – but simply to pretend that she hadn’t noticed just how damp her panties had grown. On the bright side it didn’t look like she was alone in that particular struggle – most of the other girls in the room wore expressions of mixed fear and unwanted arousal while squirming awkwardly in their seats. She tried to write it off as just a function of the drugs in her system, but didn’t completely accept that explanation.

“There’s a very good reason why I’m telling you how the men score points on proving day,” she continued, openly taking great pleasure in the emotional chaos she was causing in her audience. “Proving Day isn’t just for the men to prove their worth – it’s for you little bitches as well. Just like them you’ll have your own scores, and how you earn and lose points is tied directly to how the men earn points.”

“Your score is extremely important. Those of you that wind up in the negatives – which will likely be the vast majority of you – can look to your score when you’re wondering how you wound up as nothing more than a worthless fuck toy for any man that will have you. For the select few of you who manage to eke out a positive score, however, there are certain privileges that come along with that. Extra rations, preferential placements, even advancement through the party ranks are all possible rewards – if your score is high enough. Manage to make it into the top five percent, and you’ll be rewarded with tools to make this day a bit easier on you. For example, I’m not all too worried about being violated today.”

Stepping out from behind the podium, Laura reached down and grabbed her short black skirt by the hemline and began to pull it up. Things began to make sense once the fabric rose above her crotch, displaying the bright metallic plate that she wore instead of panties. Julia found herself wishing that she had something like that to keep her safe, yet a part of her suspected she’d be disappointed and unhappy if she were to find herself in such a contraption, preventing her from participating in the ritual. Disgusted with the second thought, Julia did her best to push it out of her head.

“This will provide just a bit more security than the cloth panties you little whores are wearing,” she laughed as she lowered her skirt, “and it protects my score as well as my virtue. You see, men don’t so much earn points as take points from you – each time a man scores a point on you, you lose a point as well. For example, if a man were to grab one of you virgins, sample each of your three holes, drive you to orgasm, and dump his load deep inside of you then he would earn ten points and you would lose ten points – though you would get the heart-warming knowledge that your first time is lovingly preserved in high definition for all to see. Our founders wanted this to be a competition and they knew that if there wasn’t any penalty for it then most of you little sluts would probably ruin the sport of it by lying back and spread your legs willingly. This gives you some inspiration to fight – though I’ll be amazed if most of you don’t end out the day with scores in the negative triple digits just the same.”

“As for earning points, that’s tied to the men’s score as well. We earn points for assisting them – for every two points they score, we score one. Going back to my previous example of the virgin who lost ten points, if you happen to be the virgin’s friend and you give her conqueror a hand – holding her down, guiding him in, perhaps even helping her to reach that orgasm so that she has a recording of her first time – you would earn five points as well as protect yourself. Remember, if he didn’t score his ten points on her, he’d have likely scored it on you.”

“Lots of girls seem to struggle with that – it seems that many of them really dislike the idea of being pitted against one another. I remember my first Proving Day; every one of my little bitch classmates was absolutely appalled by the idea. I didn’t personally take issue with it but I pretended that I did – even rallying those little bitches together with the promise that under my leadership we would keep each other safe. Once I earned their trust I turned the dumb sluts over one by one, racking up enough points to get myself noticed. More importantly, though, I enjoyed it – I’d have done it even if I wasn’t earning points just to watch those little cunts suffering for their ignorance. Granted none of them were friends with me after, but why would I want to be friends with a bunch of public cum receptacles anyway?”

Julia really didn’t care for the nonchalant way in which she described betraying her friends’ trust. It seemed like an unspeakably cruel and reprehensible thing to do, yet she didn’t see the slightest hint of guilt or remorse in the woman’s face – if anything, she looked to be proud of herself. Julia felt her face twisting into a scowl, but she managed to repress it – she knew that it would be unwise to show any sign of disapproval while sitting so close to the stage.

Without warning the woman hopped off of the stage. Panic seized Julia as she began to approach; she instinctively held her breath in a futile attempt to not be noticed. She didn’t allow herself to breathe until Laura stopped in front of the girl three seats over from Julia, and even then found herself shrinking back into her chair while trying desperately to turn invisible.

Glancing over while doing her best to not call any attention to herself, Julia recognized the girl that she had stopped in front of as Angela. They had actually been friends when they were much younger, though had grown apart over the years – Angela was far more outgoing and aggressive than Julia, and their personalities simply didn’t work well together. Julia felt a little bad for Angela – she knew how terrified she would be in her position – but at the same time she couldn’t help but feel relieved that it wasn’t her getting stared down at the moment. She didn’t know what Laura was planning to do, but was fairly confident that she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it.

“Did the story of my first Proving Day bother you, little girl?” the Laura menaced, the smile never leaving her face. “Do you think there was something wrong with how I earned my points?”

“No, ma’am,” Angela replied timidly, her words dripping with fear. Angela might have been slightly on the bold side when amongst her peers, but she clearly knew better than to challenge a woman of Laura’s status.

“Now that’s obviously a lie,” Laura sighed, slowly shaking her head in disapproval. “Tell me, little girl – do you think I’m too blind to have noticed the look on your face, or too stupid to know what it means? Which is it, am I an invalid or an idiot?”

“I’m sorry,” Angela whimpered, beginning to panic. “I didn’t mean anything, ma’am, I swear!”

“Poor little girl,” Laura chuckled as she reached forward and stroked Angela’s face in mock-comfort. “You’re absolutely terrified – the guilt you feel for insulting me must be just eating you up from the inside. If I were a cruel woman I might just let you sit there and suffer; tormenting yourself for your sins. Fortunately for you, however, I happen to be the merciful type. I’m going to give you a chance to apologize for your insult by being my little assistant. Grab your bag and join me up on the stage, won’t you?”

Laura climbed back on stage and headed towards the podium. Angela hesitated for a moment – she understandably didn’t want to get up on the stage with Laura – but eventually climbed up just the same. While Laura walked over to the podium Angela stood awkwardly by her, looking as if she were about to cry.

“Be a dear and give that pillar a hug,” Laura ordered as she reached under the podium and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Angela likely realized it was a trap, but she had no choice to obey. Keeping her head down and her eyes low, she stretched her arms around the pillar, her bag still in her right hand. Laura quickly cuffed the hands together, trapping her in the vulnerable position. With Angela unable to escape, Laura took the bag from her hand and turned her attention back to the audience.

“Each of you should have been given a bag on your way here,” Laura stated. “Open it now, and I’ll explain what it’s for.”

Julia grabbed her bag and tore open the seal. Inside she found two objects – a tube of clear liquid and a strange conical plug-like device. The plug was roughly three inches long and made of soft rubber, and tapered in towards the bottom. She wasn’t sure what either of them was for, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to know either.

“This is a relatively recent development,” Laura commented. “Back in my day they didn’t screw around with stuff like this – they’d simply release the girls with whatever they had on them and see what happens. Personally, I preferred the old way. Knowing that we might be getting fucked hard in your unprepared asshole gave us some extra incentive to not get caught in the first place, and those who did get caught got the extra humiliation of being forced to beg the man to prepare them before taking the back door – or the added punishment of having their assholes torn open, should they not beg well enough. Unfortunately, the cost of treating the predictable injuries was substantial, and the ruling council deemed it cheaper to simply allow you whores to prepare yourselves.”

“Your bags contain two objects: a tube of lubricant and a butt plug. The lube reduces friction, the plug stretches you out so that you won’t be literally torn apart when you get fucked in the ass today – and trust me, nearly all of you will be getting fucked in the ass today. I personally don’t really care whether you ruin your assholes or not, but High Command would prefer it if your holes were still serviceable once all this is over – those holes are, after all, how many of you will be earning your livings. Seeing as most of you bitches are probably too stupid to figure out how to get those plugs in on your own, you’re all going to do it together now – and I’ll guide you through it with the help of my assistant right here. Drop your panties, bitches.”

Walking back over to the pillar, Laura unceremoniously pulled Angela’s skirt down along with her panties, leaving the girl completely exposed from the waist down. Julia felt terrible for Angela – being in such a vulnerable position in front of everyone couldn’t have been easy – but she was a bit more concerned with her own well-being. With no other girls sitting in front of her Laura would notice if she ignored the order to remove her underwear, and Julia knew that would not end well. Mortified, she reached under her skirt, hooked her fingers under her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. She took some small comfort in the knowledge that everyone else had to do it too, but still she wished that she were sitting closer to the back where she might be able to get away with disobeying.

“The first thing that you need to do is lube up your plug,” Laura explained, squirting a large amount of lubricant into her left hand and rubbing it into the plug. “Make sure you coat the entire thing, and be generous – as most of you will soon find out, there’s really no such thing as too much lube. Don’t worry about it if some gets on your fingers, either – you’re going to want those extra slippery as well.”

Julia did as she was told. She tried to focus only on the task at hand and ignore what she knew was coming next, but found the task impossible. As much as she tried to block the thought from her mind, she couldn’t help but think about exactly where that butt plug was going to go. Most troubling, however, was the fact that a part of her actually seemed to be looking forward to it.

“Now you don’t want to just ram it up there,” Laura cautioned. “That would defeat the whole point of preparing yourselves, especially if you’ve never taken anything up the ass before. What you want to do is use your fingers to get yourselves ready, starting with just one and working your way up until the plug slides right in. I’ll demonstrate.”

Laura raised her left hand high into the air with her index finger extended. Wrapping her right arm around Angela’s waist in order to hold her in place, she then rudely pressed the finger directly against Angela’s vulnerable hole. Her face bright red with shame, Angela let out a tortured groan as the finger slowly slid into her.

“Much looser than I would have expected,” Laura mocked, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “This isn’t the first time you’ve taken it up the ass, is it?”

“It is!” Angela insisted, her voice dripping with shame.

“Don’t you lie to me,” Laura warned, briefly removing her finger to slap Angela hard across her ass before reinserting it. “I’ve prepped enough of you little bitches over the years to know when a girl is a secret ass-whore. It’s unfortunate that your friends had to find out about your penchant for anal like this, but it was bound to happen eventually. Look at the bright side: at least none of this will be all too new to you.”

Unable to respond, Angela simply hung her head in shame. Taking open pleasure in the helpless girl’s disgrace, Laura began slowly pumping her finger in and out, causing Angela to unwillingly moan softly. The moans were quiet – Angela was clearly doing her best to be silent – but seated so close to the stage Julia had no difficulty hearing them. She again sympathized with Angela’s plight, but a part of her felt almost jealous. Although the moaning seemed primarily fueled by embarrassment, Julia clearly heard a hint of pleasure in them as well.

“Are you stupid bitches enjoying the show?” Laura growled, turning her attention back to the audience while continuing her assault on Angela. “I’m not doing this to entertain you – I’m showing you what you should be doing right now. Unless you want to come up on stage and join this little whore here I strongly suggest you get to work.”

Julia’s libido might have been intrigued by the idea of joining Angela, but her conscious mind was still in control. Not wanting to be the last person to comply she wasted no time in reaching down and inserting a finger into her anus. To her surprise, it didn’t feel all too bad. It didn’t feel quite the same as masturbating, but it was alarmingly close. As she slowly began to pump it in and out she found herself sympathizing all the more with Angela – it was taking much more willpower than she would have expected not to moan in pleasure as well. The twisted looks on the rest of the girls’ faces combined with the occasional whimper implied that she was hardly the only one feeling that way.

“Much better,” Laura smiled before turning her attention back to Angela. “Now as for you, little bitch – I couldn’t help but notice that you’re biting down on your lip, almost as if you’re trying to keep yourself from moaning. I don’t think I care for that – it feels almost like you’re continuing to lie to me by pretending you’re some kind of stranger to getting ass fucked.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am!” Angela whimpered, lust clearly evident in your voice.

“I don’t want you to be sorry,” Laura hissed. “I want you to stop. We’ve already established that you’re an ass whore, your repression fools no one. Let it all out, slut – sure, moaning like a bitch in heat while getting your asshole fingered would normally be shameful, but it ain’t like you’ve got much dignity left to lose.”

A look of defiance mixed with fear came over Angela’s face. She technically complied with the order and moaned slightly louder, but she was still very obviously holding herself back. Julia was impressed; both with the courage it must have taken to defy Laura and with the self-control Angela must have needed in order to restrain herself. She realized that if she were in Angela’s position, being expertly manipulated by Laura, keeping so quiet simply wouldn’t be possible.

“Still resisting, slut?” Laura laughed, sounding more amused than offended. “I can’t imagine why you’d seek to keep what you’re feeling secret, unless… Oh, I think I know what it is! You’re afraid that if I make you cum you’ll lose a point, and you don’t want to start the day off with a negative balance. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Rather than respond Angela bit down on her lip again, and Julia suspected that she knew why. If Angela was feeling anything similar to what Julia was feeling, she needed all of her focus just to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Fortunately for her, Laura didn’t seem to mind the disobedience – she seemed far too entertained by pushing Angela closer and closer to orgasm to be offended.

“Can’t answer, huh?” Laura taunted, working a second finger into the girl. “It’s okay, I’m certain that’s it, and you don’t have to worry. I’m a woman, so you can cum all you like and it won’t affect your score in the slightest. I know, I know – it takes all the sport out of it, doesn’t it? Well, I’m sure we can find a way to fix that. Would you like that, whore?”

Angela offered no answer, continuing to biet down on her lip in a futile attempt to hide what she was feeling. It was a losing battle; despite her best efforts the volume of her moans continued to grow. Julia was impressed with how long Angela had held out, but doubted she’d be able to keep it up for much longer.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Laura smiled as she moved her free hand to Angela’s groin and began aggressively rubbing her clit. “Let’s make a little bet, then. If you can manage to avoid cumming like some depraved bitch in heat, I’ll happily uncuff you as soon as we’re done. If, however, you give in to your inner slut with your entire class watching, well, I’ll still uncuff you – just not until the day is over. You technically won’t lose any points to me, but spending the entire day chained to a post in public is unlikely to result in a positive score. Sound fair, bitch?”

“Please no,” Angela moaned loudly. The lust drenching her voice made it clear that she had no chance of winning the bet.

“Look who finally remembered how to speak!” Laura laughed. “It’s just too damned bad that I couldn’t understand what you just said, what with all the moaning. I’ll just assume that you meant to enthusiastically agree with me – meaning that our bet is on. Sure, it seems strange that you’d agree when it appears pretty certain that you’re going to lose, but maybe that’s the point, right? Maybe you want to lose.”

Angela was in no position to argue. Even if she had possessed the authority to refuse Laura’s terms, she was far too distracted with the task of concealing what Laura’s fingers were making her feel. Unable to fight, she simply bit down hard on her lip and hung her head low, her face bright red with shame.

“Once you’ve gotten your tight little assholes stretched out, it’s time for the fun part!” Laura announced cheerfully, turning her attention back to the audience. “Simply take your plug and shove it in, and then you can pull your panties back up. It may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but you should adjust to it shortly. Oh, and save yourselves some dignity – just insert it, don’t fuck yourselves with it. I don’t want to see any of you little whores wasting time fucking your own assholes like this.”

Taking the plug in her hand, Laura forced it into Angela’s anus and began to pump it in and out – slowly at first, but rapidly building speed. She continued to rub Angela’s clit with her free hand, increasing her aggression there as well. The look on Angela’s face suggested that she would be losing the bet, and likely losing it soon.

Angela managed to hold out for another minute, but eventually the inevitable happened. Before Julia had even managed to pull her panties back up Angela’s orgasm broke through with remarkable force. It seemed as though all the energy that she had managed to repress broke free at the same exact time. She came, screaming in pleasure despite knowing the terrible consequences. Julia hoped if she was forced to orgasm that day it wouldn’t be nearly as blatant, but realized that the same drugs intensifying Angela’s orgasm were in her system as well.

“So close,” Laura mock-comforted, leaving the plug inside of Angela while climbing back to her feet. “And hey, it’s not the end of the world or anything. There’s even a bright side to this. See, it’s not just incredibly high scores that catch attention – incredibly low scores tend to raise eyebrows as well. You’ll be spending the entire day chained up here, and once word spreads that easy points are available you might even have guys lining up just to use your disgusting holes. You might even set a new record for the lowest score ever, and that’s sure to catch the high council’s attention – though I don’t know that you’ll be pleased with their idea of what a fitting reward is for a record-setting whore.”

“As for the rest of you bitches,” Laura smiled, “I have only one more piece of advice to give you for this day. If you’re hoping to set the kind of score that gets you noticed, the key is to start early. It’s only seven-thirty, and I expect my score to be in the mid triple digits before eight o’clock.”

Julia was puzzled by the comment until she heard the heavy metallic clang of the doors behind her opening. Spinning her head around quickly she witnessed at least thirty men flowing through the doors; hungry looks plastered on their faces. Realizing what was about to happen, Julia felt slightly better about the fact that she had been forced to sit towards the front. Being closer to Laura was intimidating as hell, but at least she was one of the furthest from the doors.

Continue reading with chapter two.

Proving Day - Chapter Two

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

This is part two of the story. If you haven't read part one yet, you should probably do that first.

Julia briefly entertained the hope that the whole thing was just some kind of twisted practical joke, possibly meant to intimidate the girls but not place them in any real danger of sexual violation. She told herself that any moment now the men who had barged through the door would stop dead in their tracks and reveal that it was all an act, but she didn’t really believe it. As horrible as the idea of Proving Day was, everything that she had been told by Laura was backed up by rumors that she had heard in the past.

Her denial faded immediately when the first man through the door made contact. Rather than letting out a boisterous laugh and explaining that it was all just a joke, he roughly snatched the girl sitting closest to the door and quickly began earning his first points. Julia couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl he had grabbed. She knew that if it weren’t for the blind luck of being forced to sit towards the front, she could easily have found herself in that girl’s position.

Her sympathy began to fade as she noticed that the girl seemed almost relieved to have been grabbed. Rather than fighting off her attacker, she seemed to be cooperating eagerly with him; even raising her arms to make it easier for him to tear her shirt away. Instead of pitying her, Julia felt almost envious – which in turn made her feel tremendously uncomfortable. She tried to remind herself that as much as her body might have wanted it she’d regret the public humiliation which would follow for the rest of her life, but even that thought seemed to arouse her. Worried that if she kept thinking about it then she might spend the entire day stuck in the auditorium losing countless points, she forced the thoughts out of her mind.

Her survival instincts taking over, Julia surveyed her environment.

Hiding didn’t seem like a good idea. The auditorium was very sparsely furnished, aside from the chairs they were sitting on and the podium on the stage there really wasn’t anything to hide behind. The chairs were far too small to duck behind and hope to remain unseen, and Julia doubted that Laura would remain quiet if she were to try to use the podium. Additionally, Laura wasn’t the only threat – given the way points were scored, Julia was painfully aware of how likely it was that one of the hundred or so other girls in the room might betray her if given half a chance. Even if no one ratted her out, she didn’t entirely trust herself – it was growing nearly impossible for her to ignore just how absurdly turned on she was, and listening to the other girl’s violation wasn’t making it any easier. She worried that if she stayed there much longer, she might end up doing something she’d regret.

Fleeing didn’t seem viable either. The traditional way out of the auditorium would be to use the exits, but those were currently full of men – men whom she doubted would simply let her walk on out. The auditorium did have windows, but they were an easy nine feet off the ground. Stacking up some chairs to climb out might work – assuming that she could even get the window open – but in all likelihood she’d only end up drawing attention to herself.

With no workable options, Julia ducked down low and did her best to keep silent in the hopes that some opportunity might present itself. Staying still turned out to be far more difficult than she would have expected, though. Between the chemicals in her system, the sensation of the butt plug stretching her out from the inside, and the lingering desire that had first surfaced when she had inserted it she was finding it impossible to keep her mind out of the gutter. After only a few minutes she was struggling simply to keep her own hands out of her skirt, and she knew that she had to act immediately if she ever hoped to escape.

Fortunately, the women seemed to outnumber the men by a margin of at least three to one. There were still dozens of men between her and the exits, but all of them seemed to be occupied at the moment with Julia’s classmates. Realizing that she was unlikely to get a better opportunity to escape, Julia summoned up every ounce of her courage and forced herself to make her move – part of her hoping that none of the men would notice her running by, part of her hoping that all of them would.

She moved towards the entranceway slowly, not wanting to draw attention to herself prematurely. As she drew closer to the writhing bodies on the floor the scent of sex hit her nose; between that and the moans of pleasure echoing in her ears she could feel her resolve wavering. Not trusting herself to linger, Julia made a run for it.

To her surprise and quiet dismay, no one seemed to notice. She passed within inches of at least a dozen men, but all seemed far too interested in what they were doing to her classmates to even look up as Julia ran by. Surprisingly hurt by the lack of attention, she forced herself to keep moving at a quick speed towards the exit.

She was within feet of the door when she felt it: a man’s hand cupping itself around her ass. It was hardly immobilizing in any way – she could have continued to run and it wouldn’t have even slowed her down – yet her body just wouldn’t cooperate. Rather than doing what she knew she ought to and making her escape, she slowed down and turned her attention to the source of the hard. Looking down, she made eye contact with the owner of the hand. He was currently violating one of her classmates, yet the way he stared into her eyes felt almost paradoxically intimate, as if he was really with her. She wanted desperately to abandon her plans and simply wait her turn, but she knew she’d regret it later. Though it hurt her deeply to do so, she forced herself to continue running.

Once out in the hallway and around the corner she allowed herself to rest for a moment in order to catch her breath. The hallway was empty, which made sense to her. She assumed that any men in the area would have headed straight into the auditorium rather than linger. Still, she knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for too long. She knew that she needed to continue running, but she wasn’t quite sure where to run to.

She reasoned that her best bet would be to find a place to hide out for the rest of the day. Sure, she wouldn’t earn any points, but she wouldn’t lose any either – meaning that she’d still probably come out with a higher than average score. More importantly, she’d avoid having her orgasm recorded and made publically accessible; a fate that she knew she would regret, even if it did seem alarmingly desirable to her at the moment.

Hiding out wouldn’t be easy, of course. A rapidly swelling population meant that there were few areas she could go to and expect to find empty, but they did exist. The real challenge, though, would be getting there – dressed in her schoolgirl’s uniform she’d be a very noticeable target to anyone who happened to see her. She knew that if her plan was to work, she would need a change of clothing.

Feeling that she had rested for as long as she could afford to, Julia began to walk down the hallway and back towards the dormitories at a brisk pace. She knew returning to her room would be risky, but she hoped that if she were to put on heavy winter clothing then she might be able to disguise her gender, or at least appear less vulnerable. Besides, the further she traveled from the auditorium and the carnal moans which emanated from it the easier she found it to control her own desire.

To Julia’s surprise, the dormitories were completely empty. It made a kind of sense to her – all of her class was supposed to still be in the auditorium at the moment so there was nothing there to draw any men – but she would have expected at least one or two people patrolling the area to make sure no one escaped. Not wanted to push her luck, she immediately headed into her room in order to get what she needed.

Once in her room, however, she found herself distracted. Although her libido had calmed somewhat, she was still quite aroused and very much aware of that. She knew how close she had come to losing control back in the auditorium, and she worried that if left unaddressed it could happen again.

“I’ll be quick about it,” she told herself. “With the state I’m in I’ll only need a few minutes to take care of my own needs, and I’ll be grateful for it once I can think straight.”

She knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t really have a choice. The thought was already in her mind, and it wasn’t going away on its own. Closing the door behind her she laid down on her bed and slipped her hand down her skirt and into her panties.

She was wet – much wetter than she had realized. She was mildly embarrassed by that, though she wrote it off as the effect of the drugs. It didn’t really matter, anyway. As her finger made contact with her sensitive flesh, all of the fear and anxiety seemed to melt away. At that moment she was no longer concerned about dawdling in a dangerous place or what might happen to her if she were caught; she cared only about how immensely good her body felt.

She didn’t forget entirely about what was going on, though. Thoughts of being chased down, tackled, and violated continued to dance in her head. Thoughts of the aftermath – of having every single one of her intensely graphic orgasms following her around for the rest of her life followed shortly after. The thing is, those thoughts were no longer negative. They were still most certainly frightening, but Julia could hardly pretend that they weren’t intensifying the pleasure that she felt. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew that was a problem, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care all too much.

And then the door swung open.

Panicked, Julia quickly wrenched her hand out of her panties as a man strolled into her room. Being forced to stop so close to orgasm was physically painful, but she still had just barely enough control over herself to know that finishing wouldn’t be a great idea. Still, even as the man closed the door behind him and leaned his back up against it she struggled not to slip her hand back down into her panties. She was mildly disgusted with herself – despite the obvious danger of the situation, she still couldn’t seem to keep her mind off of how badly she needed to cum.

The intruder’s appearance wasn’t making things any easier – she couldn’t seem to decide if she found him intimidating or attractive. Standing just over six feet, he was taller than average without appearing too lanky. His features were sharp and well-defined, his cheek bones framed his eyes and mouth almost like armor, giving his visage a bellicose feel. What really struck her though, were her hands – muscular and large, they seemed completely capable of taking whatever their owner wanted. Julia found it impossible to avoid thinking about just what those hands could do to her body.

“I trust I’m not interrupting anything,” the intruder smiled with an alarming degree of confidence.

Julia’s mind locked up.

A part of her wanted to acknowledge the very real threat that the intruder represented. Given what day it was she knew that it was unlikely that he had simply stopped by to chat, and the consequences of letting him take what he wanted hadn’t changed. She knew that she really ought to be thinking of ways to run away or frighten him off, though neither option seemed possible – with him leaning up against the door she had no path of escape, and she was in no position to intimidate.

On a deeper, more primal level, she wanted to just give in. Although she realized that the chemicals were intensifying her feelings, she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t find the man incredibly attractive, nor could she deny how desperately she wanted sex. That part of her psyche argued that if it was going to happen, she might as well at least enjoy it. She knew that she should be fighting what she was feeling, but she was having difficulty remembering why.

“Not exactly the talkative type, are you?” the intruder stated plainly. “Let’s start slowly – my name is Erik. Do you have a name?”

“Julia,” she squeaked out and then immediately regretted it. It seemed completely inappropriate to exchange names and make small talk in her current situation.

“There, that wasn’t so hard?” Erik replied. “So tell me, Julia – what exactly where you doing a second ago?”

“It’s none of your business!” Julia snapped, trying to mask her embarrassment with indignation. She doubted her words would make him back off, but she didn’t know what else to say.

“Is that so?” he shrugged. “I only ask because I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to be here – you should still be in the auditorium with the other girls. I’m not exactly a stickler for the rules and I’d be happy to turn a blind eye if you had a good reason, but otherwise I think it’s probably for the best that I take you back. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, you know?”

Julia gulped. She still felt massively conflicted about her current situation – she was simultaneously attracted to and terrified of Erik – but she knew that she absolutely didn’t want to go back to the auditorium. She wanted to believe that he was just bluffing, that he wouldn’t actually take her back to the auditorium, but she couldn’t be sure and really didn’t want to risk it.

“Okay, wait!” she whimpered, hoping to cut her losses. “I’m sorry, I was doing something. Please don’t take me back to the auditorium?”

“I’m not sure what choice I really have,” he shrugged. “I mean, you still haven’t told me what you were doing and I’m really not in the mood to slowly pry it out of you. I’m sorry, little girl, but you’ve really left me no other options here – today’s a big day, and I just don’t have time to piss away playing idiotic games with you.”

“I was masturbating,” she blurted out, hanging her head in shame.

“Masturbating?” he asked, grinning in the knowledge that Julia’s defenses were breaking down. “Or fucking yourself like a depraved little whore? Which is it, girl? Think carefully before you answer, too – get this one wrong and we’ll be headed straight back for the auditorium.”

“The second one,” she offered reluctantly, hoping that she wouldn’t have to say the entire thing.

“You’re just testing me, aren’t you?” he sighed. “Seeing how much shit you can get away with before I take you back, huh? Well, congratulations – you’ve found where the limit is. Now get up – I’d prefer not to have to carry you all the way back, but I’m willing to do so just the same.”

“Fucking myself like a depraved little whore!” Julia cried out in panic. She despised verbally abusing herself in such a vulgar manner, but she suspected she’d hate being brought back to the auditorium a good deal more.

“Slightly better,” Erik acknowledged, “though your response was a bit later than I would have preferred, so I’m still inclined to take you back. Besides, it looks like you’ve finished already – I don’t see you fucking yourself right now, after all.”

It took Julia a few seconds to realize what he was suggesting, but she figured it out eventually. She shot him a pleading look in the hopes that he might be merciful and not force her to humiliate herself in front of him, but the impatient glare on his face told her that she was pushing her luck. As her hand slipped back down into her panties, Julia felt strangely more relieved than ashamed – while masturbating in front of a complete stranger would normally be horrifying to her, at the moment she was just grateful for the excuse to finish what she had started.

“I thought you said you were fucking yourself,” Erik interrupted. “I believe your exact words were like a depraved little whore, if I’m not mistaken. And yet, from my perspective it looks more like you’re just adjusting your panties. You’re not lying to me, are you little girl? I sincerely hope you aren’t wasting my time over something as trivial as underwear adjustment.”

“This is how I was doing it!” Julia protested.

“You might be telling the truth,” Erik allowed, “but we just don’t have that foundation of honesty here that lets me trust you blindly. Until we develop that, I’m just not sure that I can give you the benefit of the doubt. Lose the skirt, slut – and the panties too. Have to make sure you’re being honest with me about what you’re doing, after all.”

Julia considered arguing but quickly thought better of it. She was afraid that he might actually make good on his threat to escort her back to the auditorium, but that wasn’t the main reason. The truth was that as shameful as she felt it was, she just really wanted to get back to masturbating and didn’t really care enough about the added indignation to fight the point. Letting out a quiet groan just to preserve the image that she was only doing it because she was forced, she quickly slipped out of the skirt and panties.

Having satisfied his request, Julia quickly returned her hand to her crotch. Her orgasm had been delayed slightly by Erik’s arrival, and she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious over the fact that he wasn’t making even the slightest effort to pretend he wasn’t watching, but the satisfaction she had been longing for all morning was still very much within reach. A part of her was worried about what might happen after she finally came, but she was able to ignore it. All that really mattered to her was how good what she was doing felt. She knew that there were plenty of things that she ought to be afraid of, but the only thing that really bothered her was the thought of being denied her orgasm again. Hoping to avoid that, she tossed aside whatever reservations she might have had left and raced towards the finish line.

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” Erik mocked. “Most girls would probably be too modest to fuck themselves in front of a stranger; most would have far too much dignity to even show a strange man their cunt – much less fuck that cunt silly – but not you. You clearly understand that you’re nothing but a fuck toy, which is nice. If nothing else, it’ll save us some time.”

“That’s not true!” Julia protested, though more because she felt obligated to than anything else. She didn’t want to admit it, but the things that he was saying were really turning her on, and she knew that her orgasm would not be far off.

“Maybe I’m mistaken,” Erik shrugged. “Maybe you’re just eager to rub one out so you can get back to your friends in the auditorium. Can’t say that I blame you – I mean with a whore like you, you’re obviously going to want to go where the action is. Hell, you’re probably worried that I’ll never take you back, and I feel just terrible about that. Don’t worry, little slut – I assure you that the instant you cum, I’ll take you straight back to your friends. I’ll even carry you, kicking and screaming if need be, just so you can pretend that you totally don’t want to go back.”

“That’s not it at all!” Julia cried, terrified by the idea that she’d have to delay her orgasm indefinitely if she wanted to avoid being brought back to the auditorium. “You were right the first time; I’m nothing but a fuck toy! That’s what’s going on here – I’m not eager to be taken back, I’m just such a filthy slut that I can’t help myself!”

“You do make a convincing argument,” Erik admitted, “but I’m still just not sure that I believe you. Frankly, it sounds like you’re just parroting back the things that I said. If you really are the worthless little whore that you claim you are, I’d like to hear you convince me of that in your own words – ideally before you cum, unless you really do want to go back and hang out with your little whore friends.”

Julia let out yet another groan as she stopped masturbating and closed her legs. It hurt her to deny herself the orgasm she craved so many times, but she really didn’t have a choice. She was so close to cumming already, and she knew that if she was forced to verbally degrade herself for Erik’s amusement it would quickly push her over the edge if she didn’t stop touching herself. Her body throbbing with agonizing desire, she racked her brain for what to say.

“Now that’s not a good start at all,” Erik critiqued. “You’re supposed to be convincing me that you’re a worthless whore – I don’t think a worthless whore would have stopped fucking herself, and I certainly doubt she’d close her legs.”

“But I’ll cum if I continue!” Julia protested. She was ashamed to admit to him how little control she had over her orgasm, but she hoped that by being honest she might earn some mercy.

“So let me get this straight,” Erik laughed. “You don’t want to open your legs, you’d prefer not to fuck yourself, and the reason why is that you don’t want to cum. I have to tell you, little girl, this is extremely confusing to me – you claim to be a filthy little fuck toy and yet you refuse to act like one. No matter, though. I can simply take you back to the auditorium and let someone else get to the bottom of things while I find myself a fuck toy that’s less conflicted about her nature.”

Erik stopped leaning against the door and took a step towards Julia. Terrified that he might be about to actually make good on his threat, Julia quickly spread her legs far apart. It was deeply humiliating, but the humiliation was nothing compared to the frustration that she felt. She still wanted very much to cum, and spreading her legs wide for a man she had just met was only intensifying her desire.

“Hold up a sec,” Erik interrupted, an alarmingly amused look on his face. “Is that – is there something in your asshole, you filthy little slut?”

Julia immediately remembered that she was still wearing the butt plug. Feeling even more humiliated than before, she angled herself forward a bit in a lame attempt to hide it. It was too late, however – Erik had clearly seen it and wasn’t likely to forget.

“Don’t be shy now, bitch,” Erik smiled. “If anything, this helps your claim – seems like only a true whore would fuck herself with a hunk of rubber crammed up her filthy little asshole. Flip over and get on your knees facing away from me. I want a better view.”

Groaning in shame, Julia did as he ordered. She would have hoped that the added humiliation might have helped her out a bit by quenching her libido, yet it only seemed to make things worse. Being in such a vulnerable and degrading position only turned her on further, making it all the more difficult for her to keep her hands in a decent location. On the bright side, at least her face was hidden – though it bothered her that she couldn’t see what he was doing it was nice to know that he couldn’t see the lustful expression on her face either.

“That’s a butt plug, isn’t it?” he laughed. “God, I was just teasing you when I called you a filthy little slut earlier – who knew that I was actually right? So tell me, do you wear that all the time or just when you’re fucking yourself?”

“I don’t normally wear it at all!” Julia protested into her pillow.

“Is that so?” Erik mocked. “Well, then I suppose we should take it out then, shouldn’t we?”

Julia felt the bed shift as Erik took a seat next to her. She considered making a run for it – he was apparently no longer blocking the doorway – but before she was able to act she felt his arm wrapping around her, holding her in position. It felt far more muscular than it looked; she was certain that resisting would not go well. It didn’t really matter, though – she didn’t want to resist; though she didn’t like to think about it she knew that as long as she could tell herself that she had no choice in the matter she was alarmingly happy where she was.

Holding her in place with one arm, Erik brought his free hand to the base of the butt plug and grasped it firmly. Julia let out a humiliated groan as he began to slowly pull it out of her, taking his time in doing so. It wasn’t that it hurt, though, or even that it was uncomfortable – the problem was that it felt entirely too good. It had been humiliating enough being forced to masturbate in front of him; experiencing pleasure from such a rude act seemed beyond the pale.

“What’s the matter, whore?” Erik taunted as the butt plug finally popped out of her anus. “Oh, I think I know what it is – you didn’t want me to pull it out at all. It’s not a problem, though. I can just put it right back in.”

True to his word, Erik began to slide the butt plug back into Julia. It went in significantly easier than it had the first time – apparently it had been doing its job of stretching her out quite well – though that wasn’t entirely a good thing. Though Julia was grateful for the lack of pain, she had little to distract her from just how incredibly good it felt. As a moan escaped her lips she realized that if he kept doing what he was doing, an orgasm wouldn’t be too far off. Unfortunately, it seemed that Erik had noticed that as well.

“You little whore,” he chuckled. “Tell me – do you always cum from getting your asshole fucked?”

Julia was far too humiliated to answer. She wanted to explain to him that she wasn’t normally so perverted and that she most certainly had never had her “asshole fucked” before, but she doubted he’d believe her even if she did manage to say it without moaning like a bitch in heat. She barely even believed it herself – she was beginning to strongly suspect that whatever chemical they had fed her hadn’t changed her into something that she wasn’t, but had only allowed her true nature to surface. Overwhelmed with shame and pleasure, she simply buried her face deep in the pillow in order to muffle the moans she knew would continue to escape her lips.

“Don’t want to answer?” he mocked. “I suppose that’s okay. It’s not like you’ll be able to keep it a secret once I’m fucking you in the ass. In a way it’s better like this – it preserves the surprise.”

“Wait, no!” Julia cried, no longer able to maintain her silence. As tempting as the idea of finally getting fucked – even in the ass – was, she knew that she’d regret it if she didn’t fight it. “Please, you can’t do that – I’m a virgin!”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Erik laughed. “In my experience, virgins are typically shy and reserved – not exactly known for getting off on having their dirty little assholes plugged. Still, I’ll give you a chance to preserve whatever virtue you somehow think you still have. Tell you what, whore – if you make me cum with your mouth before you cum yourself, I’ll spare you the ass fucking. For now, at least.”

Desperate to spare herself the humiliation of being sodomized by a complete stranger, Julia pulled her head out of the pillow and grasped at Erik’s crotch. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but she suspected that she’d be able to figure it out. To her surprise, however, Erik took a short break from violating her with the butt plug, forced her hands away from his groin, and slapped her on the face – not hard enough to really hurt, but certainly hard enough to remind her that he was significantly larger.

“Hold up there,” Erik warned. “You clearly want it bad – and that’s a good thing – but let’s not forget our manners now. A whore like you might have difficulty understanding this concept, but grabbing strangers’ dicks is generally considered inappropriate behavior. If you want my cock down your throat, you’re going to have to ask for it nicely.”

As if to illustrate his hypocrisy, Erik then reached back over and resumed violating her with the butt plug. Julia considered protesting the double standard, but she thought better of it. She knew she’d be unable to change his mind, and besides, she didn’t really want to encourage him to stop. She didn’t particularly like the idea of begging him to let her suck his dick either, but figured it could be worse.

“May I please suck your dick?” Julia choked out, disgusted with herself.

Erik didn’t even answer her verbally. While using his right hand to continue violating her with the butt plug, he again slapped her across the face – this time slightly harder than the time before. The message was clear – he didn’t want her to ask him politely, he wanted her to degrade herself and beg.

“Please, sir!” she offered with a bit more emphasis, both humiliated and aroused by her own cooperation. “I’m just a filthy little slut, I have no value if there isn’t a cock inside of me! Please give this depraved little whore the honor of taking your dick down her throat! Please?”

“Better,” Erik sighed, “though still not ideal. I’m feeling merciful, though, so I’ll let it slide. Yes, whore – you may suck my cock. It’d be cruel to deny you, I suppose.”

Julia reached forward timidly, afraid that she might be slapped again. Once she saw that Erik wasn’t going to hit her – he seemed far too preoccupied with her ass, anyway – she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. The bulge that she felt through the fabric made it fairly clear that his acceptance of her begging had little to do with any kind of mercy and everything to do with his own desire. He was clearly already fully erect and simply wanted to do something with it.

His pants undone, Erik’s cock sprung out of its cloth prison in an almost comical manner. Julia was worried by what she saw. Although his dick wasn’t too long – it looked like it was only about five or six inches – it was extremely thick. She doubted that she’d be able to wrap her hand around it, much less open her jaw wide enough to fit it inside. She knew that she had no choice, though. She had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t make good on his threat to sodomize her, and while a part of her desperately wanted to know what that would feel like she was well aware that forcing something that wide inside of her would hurt like hell.

Julia might have been hesitant, but Erik certainly wasn’t. Without breaking his rhythm with the butt plug at all he grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and forced her face into her crotch. Unable to fight back, Julia had no choice but to open her mouth and simply hope for the best.

It fit, but just barely. She had to strain in order to keep her mouth open wide enough; she worried that if she closed it even the tiniest amount then her teeth might drag against the sensitive skin – which she knew he wouldn’t appreciate. Keeping her mouth open wide enough wasn’t her only fear, either – despite the massive discomfort she felt in her jaw she could still feel an orgasm quickly building up. She worried that no matter what she did, she would be likely to cum before him.

“For a depraved little ass-whore you’re almost impressively bad at sucking cock,” Erik growled. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re supposed to be trying to make me cum – not just keeping my dick warm inside your mouth. Here, let me help you out a bit.”

Erik took another break from fucking Julia with the butt plug and grasped her head with both hands. With the plug lodged firmly inside her asshole, he clamped down on her hair and forced her down all the way; nearly causing her to vomit as his cock butted up against the back of her throat. Tears of anguish began to run down her face, but Erik didn’t seem to care at all. Without giving her so much as a second to recuperate he pulled her head back and forced it down again, working into a cruel rhythm. Julia didn’t feel like she was performing oral sex on him so much as she felt as if he were simply using her mouth to masturbate with.

On the bright side, the fact that he was no longer fucking her ass meant that she was unlikely to reach orgasm in the immediate future. She wanted to be grateful for that, and yet she just couldn’t be. While she knew that she should appreciate the fact that her asshole might be spared the treatment that her mouth was presently receiving, all she could think about was how much she wanted him to continue playing with the butt plug. Feeling the moisture dripping down her inner thighs, she struggled just to keep her hands from sneaking off to between her legs.

“I know it hurts, slut,” Erik mock-comforted while showing her no mercy. “It’s worth it, though. Think about it – just a minute ago that mouth of yours was nothing but a worthless hole taking up space, but now it actually has value. Surely that’s worth a little physical pain, don’t you think?”

Julia found herself a bit more susceptible to his line of thought than she would have liked. While she wanted to believe that the vile things he was saying were disgusting and completely untrue, she couldn’t help but find herself agreeing with him on some level. It disgusted her, but she really did feel good about the fact that she was providing pleasure for him and the fact that it hurt her only seemed to make it feel that much hotter.

“It’s good that you accept what you are,” Erik commented. “You’re providing a useful hole for a man to fuck, and that’s really the most useful thing you’re likely to accomplish with your life. Still, you could do better. I’d like to see a bit more participation from you here. Don’t just go limp while I fuck your stupid whore face, join in. Choke yourself on my dick, show me that you truly understand how worthless you are.”

Julia obeyed his orders quickly. She justified it on the grounds that she really had no choice in the matter, but she knew that wasn’t the truth. The truth was that as disturbing as it was for her, she actually was enjoying what was happening and liked the idea of being forced to hurt herself for her pleasure. The thought that her cooperation might encourage him to get back to fucking her with the butt plug didn’t exactly dissuade her, either. Ignoring the increasingly massive pain she felt, she forced her head up and down on his prick with the same brutality and lack of concern for her physical well-being that he had demonstrated.

It paid off, though not exactly in the way that she had hoped that it would. After a few minutes of abusing and degrading herself, Erik began to cum. He didn’t reward her with the butt plug – that remained buried deeply inside of Julia – but he did flood her mouth with semen. Remembering Laura’s warning from earlier, Julia willingly gulped it all down. She was a bit disappointed that she hadn’t cum, but she felt strangely good about the fact that he had. It was warm and had a musky flavor, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“You pulled it off,” Erik commented as he released his grip on her head, sounding legitimately impressed. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you. I suppose that I could just forget what I promised, but that doesn’t seem like it would be very fair. Besides, I kind of enjoy the chase. So here’s the deal, slut. You have about five minutes before I get hard again. Think of it as a head start.”

It wasn’t what Julia wanted to hear. As much as she hated to think about it, she didn’t really want to escape – she wanted to stick around and serve Erik, finding out exactly what his cock would feel like in her other holes. Unfortunately, she knew that she really did have to make a run for it – as much as she might enjoy the things that Erik might do to her at the moment, she knew she’d regret it later. Sexually frustrated to the point of physical pain, she pulled her panties back up, put on her skirt, threw on an overcoat and made a run for it.

She didn’t run quite as quickly as she could, though.

Continue reading with chapters three and four.