Anna sat at her couch, staring at the TV screen absentmindedly. She was feeling bored tonight, and had wanted to do something other than continue her usual netflix show, which she was barely paying attention to at the moment, but the friend she was about to meet up with cancelled on her, and she had resolved to taking her dress off, putting on her usual pyjamas, and enjoy herself with her favorite glass of wine. She guessed she shouldn’t be complaining about being a successful actress, but it did some with some negative aspects. It meant that it was hard for her to trust people, and forced her to have only a small amount of friends. And when those friends were busy, she had no one left to keep her company. No one at all. Her family lived far away from her, as they didn’t like the busy LA life, so she was all alone a lot of the time. She groaned as she shook the thoughts from her head. She didn’t want to think about this anymore than she had to.
Wine. She needed more wine for her to get these thoughts out of her mind. She had paused the show, not wanting to watch it anymore, and had closed her eyes as she leaned against the soft grey leather couch when her phone buzzed. She had most of her social media platforms on mute, and only a few people would be able to contact her through text. She fished it out from behind her and opened her eyes, revealing a text from a private number.
She knew it was some sort of scam, but was too intrigued to stop herself from opening the message. It wouldn’t do any harm, after all. It wasn’t like she was opening the link to a virus.
Unknown: Hello, Anna.
She was confused. Who had access to her phone number? She definitely hadn’t met anyone new recently… so it didn’t make any sense. Did one of her fans somehow hack her instagram to discover her phone number?
Anna: Hi, who are you?
She had to know… she was about to close her eyes again when her phone immediately vibrated once more.
Unknown: That is unnecessary information at the moment.
What the hell?
Anna: What do you want from me?
Unknown: I know a secret of yours…
So this was some sort of blackmail, eh? Her agent had always told her how to deal with people like this, and she wouldn’t be bothered by something so stupid. Besides, she couldn’t think of any secrets she was hiding from anyone at the moment.
Anna: What secret?
She gasped when the unknown messenger sent her a picture. It took her awhile to decipher when it was, but it was horrid. It was a picture of her, laying on some guy’s bed, completely passed out and half naked, covered in what could only be deciphered as semen mixed with blood. She felt her mind flash back to the night this picture was taken. She was only 18 years old, young and innocent, and obsessed with a guy from her class. She had let him do whatever he wanted to her, and when he had left her there, not caring whether or not she was okay, she had still been in love with him. She had no idea he came back to take this picture of her, as she hadn’t bothered getting up to clean herself…
How did this person even access a picture like this? It didn’t make any sense. It was from so, so long ago. She hadn’t thought about that night in many, many years. It was not traumatic in any sense, as it happened to a lot of women who fell for the wrong guy in her age, and she had forgotten it even happened. Until now.
The problem was… it was so obviously her. Anyone who looked at it would know it was her immediately. She hadn’t aged that much in the past few years, and she knew the paparazzi would have a field day if this got out. No… not just that. Her reputation would be completely ruined. She had many contracts on the go currently, and they might cancel them if her reputation was ruined. People would be too appalled to watch any movie she was in, after all.
She braced herself as her hands shook, holding her phone. This was terrible. Her agent had told her to tell her of any blackmail or malice towards her immediately, but she was so embarrassed by the picture that she didn’t even want to show her agent something so terrible.
Anna: What do you want from me?
Unknown: Ah, you’re a quick study.
Anna: Tell me, or I’ll call the cops.
It was an empty threat, the unknown messenger knew that she was already hooked in their trap.
Unknown: We have quite… a huge fan base on our platform, and we have repeatedly hired many women to take part in our activities. This time, we have promised a famous actress, and we always deliver to our fans.
Anna: Get someone else to do it. Someone who actually wants to.
Unknown: It’s easier to get someone who’s forced to.
She bit her lip. This was bad…
Anna: What kind of activities?
Unknown: You’ll find out when you arrive.
They had sent her the address then, and a meeting time for a few hours before the show would commence. It was like they were certain that she would say yes no matter what. Like they had done this to many women before. She messaged them a few more times, demanding to know where they got the picture, asking them what activities she would have to take part in, but had gotten no reply. It seems they were already done with indulging her, and knew she would have to come no matter what.
She threw her phone across the room in anger, and moved to her bed. She had tried to sleep that night, to no avail. She spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about what was to come. She had never been blackmailed before. For someone to do something so horrible to another human being… it didn’t make any sense. And she knew that they would be able to use that picture again and again, making her do whatever they wanted. She had to speak to someone, but she didn’t have anyone in her life that she trusted enough at the moment to speak to about this. Again, the weight of her loneliness threatened to crush her.
She had finally fallen into fitful sleep by early in the morning, and woke up at around 11 a.m. to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She groaned, rubbing her eyes as she cried out, “one sec!” By the time she walked groggily to the door though, there was no one around. She was about to shut it when she looked down and saw a package sitting there, a significantly large box that had no label on it.
It was the second mysterious thing that happened to her, and since the first one wasn’t particularly good, she found some hesitation in opening the box. Again, her curiosity got the better of her, and she set it on her kitchen counter, tapping her feet a few times as she stared at it. It could’ve been a bomb ready to set off… or some sort of biological weapon. She had heard all sorts of tales from her colleagues. She knew she should report it to her agent… but she opened the box, revealing a beautiful piece of fabric underneath.
She had no idea how they accessed her number, her address, or how they found out about her secrets, but the people who were currently targeting her were clearly very efficient at their job. She knew it was them again when she spied the note on top of the fabric which said:
Anna: for you to wear the night of the show. Enjoy.
She hoped it wouldn’t be some sort of weird fetish outfit, and as she pulled the dress out of the box, she couldn’t help but gasp. She had worn many beautiful dresses to award shows and galas, but this one was positively stunning. It was different, the material was silky and soft, and as she eagerly pulled it over her body, she realized that it was the perfect size for her. How had they known her exact measurements? The soft coral color was so transparent she could almost see her skin through the material, and it billowed softly around her as she walked around the room. There was a sweetheart line, showing off her breasts beautifully without revealing too much, and fanned past her waist in a sort of ball gown look.
Underneath the dress in the box, there were heels that matched the color of the dress perfectly, and she smiled down at it, knowing it would complete the outfit in the best way possible.
She had taken the dress off again, not wanting to dirty it, and had turned her coffee machine on as she leaned against the counter, her mind racing with thought.
Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing. She had assumed that they would be sending her something incredibly sexual, based on how they talked to her the night before, the secretive messages that they had sent, but it seemed to her now that it was a pretty innocent event. It might’ve been some sort of cult-like talk show, or some sort of weird game show. All in all, she was feeling much better about the turn of events, and wouldn’t be feeling as nervous heading over there as they wished.
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She had barely thought of the event for the rest of the week, but by the time Saturday came around, she was feeling quite nervous. She was always the type to comb contracts extensively as she read them, to make sure that everything was in order. She had never gone to anything without knowing exactly what was going to happen, and her anxiety was off the charts when she put on the dress finally, knowing it was time.
She had forgotten how beautiful it was, and twirled in it a few times, admiring herself in the mirror. Anna knew deep in her heart that she was a beautiful woman. She had long curly brown hair, which she took her time to curl with her iron that day, thin eyebrows, a stunning smile, and sultry eyes, which attracted most men in her path. She didn’t have large breasts, but they were emphasized due to her thin waist, and no one could argue that she didn’t have long stunning legs, one that many other women dreamt about.
She had trained to do makeup on herself from a very young age, and barely paid attention as she worked her magic now, first with hiding her blemishes, then accentuating her eyes, making them look twice the size that it was originally. She finished off with a lipstick that matched the color of her dress, and nodded at her reflection one last time before heading out the door.
She tried not to think about what she was getting into the entire time there. It would be better going into it without thinking the worst. She was driving 30 minutes out to a building in the middle of nowhere, though it looked innocent enough. It looked just like a warehouse, similar to where she filmed a lot of her indoor scenes for movies, and she parked by the side of the building, realizing that the parking lot was already filled with cars. Were they all there to see her? She wasn’t sure, but it made her nervous thinking that was the case. She walked into the side of the building, where the person asked her to meet them just a week before. Her heels clicked against the floor as she approached, breathing heavily to compose herself.
There was a woman standing there as she moved her hand out to knock, and she held onto a cigarette, looking incredibly bored. She smiled when she spied Anna though, and dropped the cigarette onto the ground as she grinded her own heels against it. “Hey, Anna right?” She asked.
Anna nodded. “Yes… I’m here to take part in the show today.”
She nodded. “Of course, we’ve all been expecting you. You’re the highlight, after all!” She looked joyous, like nothing as amiss. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe this would be completely innocent. The girl herself looked innocent enough. She was wearing what seemed to be a work outfit, a tracksuit that covered her from head to toe. She was a beautiful woman, though couldn’t be comparable to Anna herself - she didn’t typically think that way about other women, though. She smiled at her and said, “come, let me bring you to where you’re supposed to go.”
There were only a few people backstage, and most hadn’t paid any mind to her as she studied them. They all looked innocent and professional enough, and wore the same track suit with a tag on top, indicating they were workers. Anna felt as if she was standing out like a sore thumb. She was the only one with any makeup on, and her dress seemed to glow against the rest of them.
She continued to walk through the studio along with the girl that she was following, and tried not to touch anything as they stepped through cameras, film equipment, and lighting setups. Though she had worked in the industry for many years, she was still unfamiliar with the set up, she had honestly just never bothered to learn it all. “Mr. Green is in here waiting for you.” The girl said at the end of a long hallway.
“Mr. Green?” She asked, arching her eyebrows.
“Yes. One second.” She knocked on the door a few times, calling out his name. A second later, a voice responded through the other end.
“You may enter.” He said. The girl pushed the door open and nodded at Anna, she mouthed ‘good luck’ before pushing her in and closing the door behind her.
Anna found herself standing in a peculiar office, with a large oak desk sitting in the middle and leather couches positioned perfectly against the wall facing a large television - the largest she’s ever seen. At the end of it, a middle-aged man was sitting at the desk, studying her intently. “I see the dress fit you quite well.” He said.
She immediately stiffened. “So it was you? The one that’s been texting me?”
He nodded. “Yes, I assumed you would’ve guessed by now.”
“Don’t you dare assume anything!” She cried out, the anger boiling in her veins. “Where did you get that photo of me?”
He studied his nails like she was nothing to him, it made her even more angry. “I have my sources. It’s why this-” he pointed to the decadence surrounding him. “Has been such a great success.”
“Fuck you.” She said, staring at him. “How many other girls have you done this with?”
“Like I said when I texted you, you’re the first celebrity we’ve attempted this on, though many other women have agreed without needing the blackmail.”
“And what is it that I’ve agreed to here?” She asked. Her heart was pounding now. She realized she might not want to know what she was about to do tonight.
“It might be better if you go into it… unaware.” He said sinisterly. She bit her lip, feeling more and more nervous by the second. Would it be too late to run away now? The photo getting out may be the better scenario at this point. “What I need you to promise me before the show though, is that you will give no inclination to the live audience that you are not enjoying the experience. They need to believe that you have fully given yourself up for whatever the show has to offer, do you understand me?”
“What happens if they don’t believe me?” She asked.
“Then I’ll merely send the email that my fingers have been itching to send for the past few weeks.” He said it so casually… it made her want to strangle him. She hadn’t said anything, and just continued to stare at him with her arms crossed. “I’ll repeat myself again - do you understand me?”
She had no choice but to nod her approval.
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The next 30 minutes flashed by in a blurr. Mr. Green had forced her out of his office, and she was pushed into the same group of workers finishing up their work before the show started, and she could only stand in the corner and wonder what they were up to.
Repeatedly, she wondered if she should just get up and leave. Instead, she stood her ground, forcing herself to be braver than she felt at that moment.
“Anna, we’re starting in a minute.” The girl from earlier said as she held onto her arm.
“Wha-- Oh.” She replied, still looking and feeling incredibly confused. She let the girl lead her up to the stage, and watched as the music started, a melody that sounded just like a game show, and the host walked up on stage, a man in his 30’s with a dashing smile, though she felt something more sinister behind it.
The audience also felt a little… odd. There were barely any females in the audience, and most of them consisted of young attractive men or men who looked like they had 3 wives at the age of 50. It didn’t make any sense - what kind of show was this? They were all cheering and chatting with each other when the music had started, and stopped when the host entered the stage. A loud booming voice said, “welcome ladies and gentleman, our host for tonight - Steve McCrill!” The audience burst into applause, and most sat down in their seats as Steve flashed them a dashing smile.
“Thank you for joining me tonight, and thank you for our streaming audience for buying a ticket to join us tonight. We’re very happy about any donation you can provide us, as this enables us to find the best sort of ladies for you all.” There were a few hoots from the audience at that. “I know we’ve kept tonight very hush, hush. That’s because the woman with us tonight is quite famous, and didn’t want anyone to know she was taking part in this kind of show. There will be no flash photography or any sort of recording tonight!” There was some booing from the audience, though mostly in jest.
“Please, ladies and gentleman, give a round of applause for Anna Kendrick!” There was a pause as the audience tried to grasp what he was saying. There was an actual celebrity there tonight? Not just the usual porn star? No one could believe it.
That was when Anna was jolted from her watching by the worker pushing her from behind, telling her to go up on stage. “Oh!” She said as she took a few steps with her heels up onto the platform.
The audience stared at her in shock, and after a few seconds, burst into heavy applause. She could only smile awkwardly at them as she waved. She was glad that the lights were so bright on her that she could barely see them any longer, making the embarrassment less significant, but she was already boiling from the heat of them all pointed at her. This show clearly had a lot of production value. Mr. Green had spared no expense to make his audience happy.
She had been on many talk shows before, and immediately assumed it would be something similar. The host was now sitting behind a desk, just like Jimmy Fallon’s, and looking at the sofa in front of him like that was where she was supposed to go. Her hips swayed as she moved across the stage, smiling at him like she knew exactly what was going to happen. On the way, she passed a few curtains, blocking something from her view. She had only a second to wonder what they were before she sat down on the couch, letting him take the lead.
“Anna, so great to see you today. Tell me, how has life been for you?” He asked in a friendly tone.
Okay, normal interview then. She thought. She put on her most dashing fake smile, “perfect. And how are you doing, Steve?” She had no idea who he was, but was trying her best to pretend she did know him.
“Great now that a beautiful girl is sitting in front of me.” He replied. She faked her appreciation, and the audience cheered.
“Now, without further adieu, let’s begin the show.” She froze. She had no idea what the ‘show’ was. What was she expected to do here? “We’re going to be asking sweet Anna here some questions, and if she gets any of them wrong, the punishments will commence.”
The crowd began to chant ‘punishment’ over and over again, so much that it made her shiver in her seat.
“What kind of question?” She asked, still trying to compose herself.
“Oh, it could be anything. But you’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure it out.” He replied.
The music changed suddenly, to something more serious, similar to how it sounded like when the jeopardy contestants were thinking up answers.
“Question 1: Which African country was formerly known as Abyssinia?” The audience shushed dramatically, and hundreds of eyes were now staring at her, waiting for her answer.
“What?” She asked.
“I wouldn’t dawdle, Anna. You only have 30 seconds to answer.” The clock began ticking down around her, making her palms sweat.
“What? I don’t know the answer!” She said. It was too late anyways, the buzzer went, a deafening sound echoing her, and she stared at Steve, wondering what was going to happen next. Clearly, based on the game, she would now be punished for not getting the answer right.
He tsked at her, shaking her head. “The answer was Ethiopia.”
“Oh.” She had no idea what else to say.
“Please, girls. Reveal what’s behind the first curtain!” Two beautiful ladies walked up to the stage, and Anna immediately realized what they were. It was so obvious to her she was willing to bet on it. The two girls were clearly porn stars, and were wearing close to nothing as they winked at the boys who were hollering at them as they walked on the stage. They both had enormous fuck-me lips, and asses that looked like they worked out daily to make them so perfect. Anna, despite herself, felt a pang of jealousy when she saw them.
The two girls pulled the curtain aside, revealing what looked to be a stand with a soft black cushion on top, and a couple of cameras pointing directly towards it. “Come join me, Anna.” The host said with a smile. She had no choice but to follow him. Her heels clanked against the stage as she walked up to the weird stand she’d never seen before. What was she supposed to do on it?
“Please welcome one of our supporters for tonight, Jacob!” The audience hooted and clapped, and a tall man walked up on the stage, waving at them with a smile plastered on his face. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, like he didn’t care that he was on camera or being watched by an audience, and though he wasn’t exactly foul looking, Anna didn’t find him particularly attractive.
Steve looked at Anna and attempted to explain to her what was going on for the first time that night, “well you see, Jacob is one of the people who have pledged the most amount of money to our show, and therefore has the privilege of giving out the punishments.”
“What kind of punishment?” It was the million dollar question, something she’d been wondering for a week now. Steve refused to answer though, and pretended that he hadn’t heard her. Instead, he pushed her body onto the stand like she weighed nothing at all, and she now faced the audience with a shocked expression on her face.
She realized at once that the two cameras were facing her ass perfectly, and they were both being broadcasted onto the stage for the whole audience to see in perfect HD quality. She could see it herself from the small screen in the front for the host’s benefit.
The host moved down to the ground, obscuring himself from her view, and she realized a second too late what he was doing. He had somehow pulled her wrists towards two chains that were on the floor, and she was now completely at the mercy of the four people standing behind her, who were all grinning down at her like she was some sort of doll. When the locks clicked into place, her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.
This was not normal. The porn stars, the sketchy studio in the middle of nowhere, the amount of guys in the room - all of them not attractive in the slightest, the weird threats and blackmailing. This was definitely not a normal show, she was sure of it now.
She pulled her wrists away from the ground, realizing how locked in she was the second it pulled her back into place. It bit tight against her wrist, making it incredibly uncomfortable for her. “What are you… what are you doing?” She dared to ask.
“In due time, my pretty.” Steve replied, patting her gently on the rump. Instead of doing anything to her though, he walked back to his seat, looking like he was about to enjoy himself with the rest of the audience.
She cried out as Jacob pulled her dress up, making her stockings and panties completely visible to the audience. At this, they began hooting and cheering, all of them eager to see more. “Wait, stop. What are you doing?” She cried out. What the hell were they doing?
As he moved behind her and stroked her behind, she realized her mistake. She had promised Mr. Green she would be compliant no matter what they did to her. She shouldn't be making so many statements of complaint, or else he would be revealing her picture to the world. She had already gotten this far, so maybe she should be a good girl for now, and look like she was somewhat enjoying her ‘punishment’.
At that, Jacob began to stroke her from behind. He moved up and down against her crotch, making her squirm and move against him. It was her stupid fault for wearing something so thin… making it so easy for him to touch her heat against his hand. He had long fingers, which bent and pressed down at all the right places.
When she felt like she had enough of the torturous strokes against her, he pulled her panties down past her knee high stockings, making her gasp out loud. No, no. This couldn’t be happening, she was now being displayed like a wanton slut in front of the entire audience. It must’ve been a terrible dream. Because otherwise… her entire career would’ve been completely and utterly destroyed. There was no way this wouldn’t leak out.
She had assumed Steve would now play the role of a passive observer. Instead, he was now making comments at the audience with his loud mic. He was now a completely different person from the generic nice host persona. “Look at this slut, look at how wet she already is with the stroking! Clearly, Jacob knows his way around a woman.”
“Mmmnph…” She was about to say something to complain again, but then stopped herself last minute, and a moan came out inside. He had pushed two fingers into her cunt, and was not pumping in and out of it. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was curling at all the right places, making her squeeze tightly on him, like her pussy didn’t want to let him go. This was bad. She hadn’t been fucked in a very, very long time. She knew her body needed it, and it was somehow making her hotter knowing everyone could see her lust drenching his fingers.
“Enough of playing with the poor girl, Jacob. Time for the actual punishment.” Wait, what he was doing with her wasn’t the actual punishment?
He nodded, listening to the host, and the two girls handed him a bottle, which she could only see from the screen she was looking at. He squirted some into his fingers, and this time, when he stuck two fingers into her - it was in the wrong hole. She gasped out loud and squirmed. She had never been touched there before. It was completely and utterly disgusting! She hadn’t thought to take extra percussion wiping earlier, and knew that she might be dirty inside of her hole. He didn’t care though, Jacob pushed his index and middle finger into her, stretching her out more than she’d ever been before.
“What are you doing?” She cried out. Since it was a punishment… maybe it would be okay for her to struggle a little.
He ignored her, though he began to stretch her out, his two fingers were pulling her apart with every single stroke deep into her tight ass. It was the weirdest sensation she’d ever experienced. A mixture of pain and pleasure, making her mind spin as he continued his assault. The weirdest part was, somehow the sensation was directly ending in her clit area, making her desperately need to cum. If she had the ability to touch herself, she might’ve considered playing with her clit. Instead, she was forced to bend over the device she was strapped to and let him do what he wanted with her.
It seemed he had done what he had set out to do, because his fingers left her ass, making her feel a little bit empty inside. She had wondered what he was doing when he moved around her, and pressed the same two fingers that were just in her ass into her mouth. She didn’t have a second to comprehend what was going on. She gagged into him as she tasted her ass for the first time, mixed with the flavored lube he had used on her. It was salty and bitter and gross, and he forced his fingers around her tongue as she licked and sucked on his fingers reluctantly.
The audience was going completely bonkers at this point, they were hooting and calling her insanely degrading names, which was approved by Steve as he continued his verbal assault as well. “How does that taste Anna? Maybe next time you’ll learn to get the question right. Fuck, I would love to have a slut like her suck my dick right now with that beautiful mouth of hers. You can just tell she hadn’t had any surgery done. That is all natural, baby.”
When Jacob was satisfied that she got all the juices off his finger, he moved back and admired her as Steve got up from his seat again. “Well, Anna. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to get the next one wrong.”
“You’re not going to unstrap me?” She asked.
He shook his head. “Oh, no, no. Not yet.”
The game show music had started at once. “Question 2: In which European city would you find Orly airport?”
Her mind was racing. She had no clue. She was always terrible at her geography. The clock ticked as the audience held their breath in anticipation, and she couldn’t help but stare at Jacob’s bulge, which was so damned close to her face she could smell the musk on him. “Um.... London?”
“Wrong!” He yelled as the buzzer rang. “The answer is Paris!” Instead of being upset, the audience cheered at her mistake. It seemed like Jacob knew exactly what the next punishment was, because he moved back to let the host undo her wrists.
She was about to get up when he shook his head at her. He had only untied her for a second so Jacob could pull her dress off her body, and the audience howled when they saw her bra, and the obvious cleavage that was underneath. “Well, that’s gotta go as well.” Steve said.
If they took off her bra… she would be standing completely naked in front of a live audience. The humiliation crashed down around her. How could she be so stupid as to let them blackmail her like this? She should’ve listened to her agent…
She couldn’t protest as Jacob took off her bra expertly, like he had done it many times before. Her tits wiggled in the air in front of her as she was clipped back on the handcuffs, and the host moved back to admire his handiwork. “God damn, we’ve had many strippers and porn stars up here, but you’re by far the hottest.”
She wasn’t flattered even in the slightest. “Girls!” He cried out. The two girls came back on stage, one of them holding a soft velvety pillow. In her current position, Anna was unable to see the small objects that were on top of the pillow. When the second girl took it off though, showing it to the audience, she realized what they were instantly.
“No. Why?” She said. The porn star knelt on the ground, and she could see it clearly now. Two beautiful bejeweled nipple clamps, with heavy rocks on them, making it drape down against the woman’s fingers. There was no way they would be putting that on her.
They did. The girl clipped the two nipple clamps slowly onto Anna’s nipples, making a show out of it as the boys in the audience counted down from 3 each time. It was so fucking painful. Anna squirmed, but it only made it worse. The more she moved, the more the nipple clamps swayed, and the rock on them probably cost Mr. Green a fortune to purchase.
“You look so cute Anna, I think nipple piercings are definitely the way to go for you.” She practically growled at him at that statement. There were tears now running down her eyes from the pain of the clamps, and unlike the ass play, the pain didn’t seem like it would be translating into pleasure anytime soon. Her nipples were always so incredibly sensitive, and now they were being pinched more than they’d ever been before.
“Question 3.” He said abruptly, making the music begin again. “The only known monotremes in the animal kingdom are the echidna and which other creature?”
“I don’t know!” She screamed out loud in frustration.
“That is the incorrect answer.” He didn’t even bother letting her properly answer. “It is the platypus. Really cute creatures, they are.”
She wanted to kill him, though her head was mostly focused on her next punishment. Jacob was still incredibly hard from watching her nipples being tortured, and he moved behind her now, waiting for Steve’s signal. With Steve’s nod, Jacob pulled his pants off with one smooth motion. The audience gasped and clapped their hands like it was some sort of magic trick.
She shook her head, making the tears fly off of her as she did. He didn’t care though, he aimed her cock against her well lubed ass, and pounded into her. Despite how hard he pushed, he was only a quarter of the way inside of her, and she made a low groaning sound as he expanded her once more. Her earlier wish to be filled again seemed to be satisfied, but at a cost. The pain was building again, and as he tore up the skin of her ass pushing into her again, she continued to cry out in pain. It was worse with the sensation of her nipple clamps being rocked forward over and over again. “Almost all the way in.” He murmured softly against her ear.
Almost all the way in? She wouldn’t be able to take any more of this. He was fucking ripping her apart. He didn’t let her ass adjust though, he just continued to stroke into her, making her ass pulse with every thrust. Like with the fingers, the pain was slowly turning into pleasure. Whatever sensation he was giving her was translating directly into her clit, and it felt so fucking good. She wanted to touch her clit and make herself cum desperately now but had no ability to, and it was making her even more angry.
He was gripping onto her waist tightly, and continued to pound her as the host said, “look at that kid’s energy, he clearly knows what he’s doing! I wish I was as virile as him!” The audience laughed. “Oh, for you newcomers - this is a completely safe space, you may touch yourself however you wish, just try not to look across the aisle in case someone compares their dick size with yours!”
She couldn’t believe it. They were allowed to touch themselves in public like that? Wasn’t this all illegal? How had the police not caught onto this yet? Her thoughts were distracted by him reaching around to stroke her clit. It was like he read her mind. She couldn’t help it, she closed her eyes and isolated herself from the audience’s chatter. It felt too fucking good. He was stroking her clit in rhythm to his pounding, and it was making her light headed and weak. She was so… so close. He was stretching her ass out so much with every stroke, and she could feel herself rise over the edge.
“I think she’s cumming!” The host said. He was right, she cried out as she was pushed over the edge by the intruder inside of her, and she squeezed so tightly on his dick as she milked him that she was sure he was going to pop out.
“Fucking christ look at the goo that’s squirting out of her!” She was so wet that it was dripping down her thighs, and it exploded onto Jacob as he lost control as well. He came inside of her, pumping his load like a madman as he did. It was so hard she knew she wouldn’t be able to sit down properly the next day, and when he was done, she slumped over the edge, breathing heavily. She barely knew where she was anymore at this point.
“If she couldn’t answer the questions before, I doubt she’d be able to answer it now.” The host said, grinning to the audience as he walked over.
“Next question, Anna.”
God damn, were they still going to do this? How long was this damned show? She was going to run as soon as she got the chance. She didn’t even care about the photo anymore. This was way more humiliating for her. “Fissures, vents, and plugs are all associated with which geological feature?”
What was he going on about? She laid there in defeat, slumped and tied over the fucking device, just waiting for the timer to reach 0. “Come on… this one determines what we do with all the cum that’s inside of you!”
What did he mean? She raised her head in sudden alertness. It was up her ass at the moment, what else could they do other than let it droop out slowly like how it normally was? She didn’t want to find out. “Um… the tectonic plate?” She guessed.
“Wrong! The answer is volcanos, but super close this time, Anna!”
“No please…” She replied, though had no idea what she was begging for. Steve went to undo her cuffs, and she groaned as her wrists were released. She stroked him, letting them rest a bit from the sensations. After letting her do so, the two porn stars helped her body up, letting her move back as she groaned loudly. Her back was stiff and aching, and she wobbled as she tried to get into standing position again.
Despite the fact that she had been naked for a while now, it was worse standing straight like this, where everyone could see every detail of her body. Now was her chance. She should run. Instead of giving her a way to escape, though, the two guys helped her up to the front of the stage. “What are we doing?” She asked frantically, her eyes darting between them. How could all these people be such sadists and enjoy watching such a thing? She had never known people so horrible…
There was a weird bucket set up at the front of the stage, and the two men held her as they lowered her onto it. “Time to bring all the cum out!” Steve announced.
“What?” She asked.
“You heard me! That’s your next punishment!” He said, grinning from ear to ear.
She was not a million ears going to shit herself in front of a live audience. There was no fucking way. They could kill her before she did such a dirty act. She shook her head. “No!”
The audience faltered in their cheering. Some of them looked confused at each other, and she realized at once what Mr. Green had meant. They all thought she was somehow part of the act, and the more she resisted, the more the illusion broke for them. She saw Mr. Green at once in the back of the room. He was staring at her intently, and when they made contact with each other, he gave her a light shake of his head.
It was all she needed to know what he meant. “Come on, sweetheart! It’s all fun and games.” Steve was saying in her ear. She nodded then, and closed her eyes as she pretended she was in her own bathroom at home, surrounded by the luxury she was used to.
She squeezed her ass, and the cum that was just inside of her dropped out onto the bucket. It was the first time she had ever experienced something like this, and the sensation was indescribable. She was done in just a few seconds, and Steve looked down at the bucket in pure joy. She wondered if this particular punishment was his idea.
“Next question.” The music began again. “Which Dutch artist painted ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring?’”
“I… I know nothing about famous artists!” She exclaimed. She was sick and tired of looking like a complete idiot.
“My dear, it is Vermeer!” The audience hooted like they knew all along. “Well, I’m sorry to say you’re not going to like the next punishment.” It seemed like the audience knew exactly what it was going to be.
“CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!” They were crying out. Chug what? What had they been expecting her to swallow. Her eyes slowly moved towards the bucket in front of her.
No.
Please, god no.
The two boys in front of her raised the bucket against her face, and she stared at it in shock. No, it would not just be cum. It would be cum mixed with her uncleaned feces. She could get ill from this! It was so gross… she began to gag just thinking about it. “Ah, we have a weak contender this time.” Steve said sadly, shaking his head.
“CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!” Anna held the bucket in her hand, though still needed help from Jacob. Her fingers were shaking so badly she thought she would drop it.
She stared at Mr.Green as she moved the bucket up against her face, closed her eyes, and drank from it. She took big gulps so she wouldn’t have to taste it. It was no use. She could taste the same bitterness and saltiness as before, and feel the sensation of the gooey-ness of his cum against her tongue. She was done in an instant, and in her anger she threw the bucket across the stage. “Whoa, we have a feisty one!” Steve said. He seemed to always have some kind of commentary for anything she did. The audience was unfazed, though. They threw the bucket around, with some of the braver ones sniffing the insides.
She looked at Mr.Green with defiance as she stood there panting, and she licked her mouth as she glared at him. He only nodded and smiled in response. She didn’t want him to win. So instead, she turned to Steve and smiled as he said, “I’m only glad that I have the privilege of being here for you and for the fans.” The crowd roared in appreciation, and Steve seemed to glimmer in response.
“Well, you’re so kind Anna. We’re very happy you’re here as well.” He said.
He stared at the nearest camera abruptly. “Anna here needs to take a break.” The fans booed. “We’ll be back after this short commercial break, though donations will still be active during this time! Thank you to everyone at home for joining us, and we’ll be right back.”
THERE WAS MORE OF THIS? Anna had assumed it was over. Instead, a large number of crew members hurried onto the stage, cleaning up the human material they had just created between her and Jacob.
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She had spent the next 30 minutes cuddled up with a blanket on top of her in the back of the stage. She was completely naked still (except for the blanket that the female staff had laid on top of her), and she sat there glaring at everyone and refusing to talk to the people who tried to engage her. They were all evil in her mind. Completely and utterly evil. They were all part of this scheme, this sadistic scheme to trick women and make money out of their suffering for some stupid, stupid game. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape from it. Not with Mr.Green paying attention to her every step.
“We’re ready to go.” They called on her. They had removed her nipple clamps when she walked off the stage, but she was still feeling extremely sore from her ass and her nipples, and she had no idea how much longer she could take. She had only had vanilla sex for goodness sakes! She couldn’t possibly take any more of this!
“Welcome back, Anna!” The audience cheered as the music dimmed. “We’re back again, I hope you didn’t miss us too much.” Steve winked.
She groaned as she stepped to the couch. She was now barefoot, and she would be trying to hold onto the blanket on top of her for as long as possible.
“Now, since you’ve all been patient, we’re going to play a game that doesn’t involve Anna this time.” There was a groan of disapproval. “Come on, give this poor girl a break.” She leaned back against the couch, which was grazing against different parts of the skin. She would appreciate any second of rest they were willing to provide her.
“Now, we had a lot of generous donations over the commercial break, and Mr.Green and I would love to make one fan very, very happy. Girls!” He said, and clapped dramatically.
The two porn stars walked back on stage, rolling a cart with a glass bowl on top. The bowl had piles of folded paper inside in different beautiful colors. “Drumroll please.” The audience hushed as he pushed his finger deep inside the glass bowl, and swirled it dramatically as he did. After a second, he pulled out a dark blue piece of paper, and unfolded it to read the name written inside. “Frank O’Donnell! Is a Frank O’Donnell here?”
The audience gasped as they turned to face a guy who had just stood up with some effort. He was the biggest person she’d ever seen in her life. He must’ve been around 300 pounds, and was wearing a shirt all too tight for him, with a picture of a drawing of a girl bent over showing her ass on top. Anna would have avoided him on the streets as much as possible if this was normal life. The audience clapped for him as he edged his way up the stage. The closer he got, the more she could see the details of his body. Sweat was glistening on his brow, and he seemed to waddle over as he grunted by parting the audience. His hair was combed over his forehead, and he had a few acne scars on his forehead. She gave him the sweetest smile as he walked up to the stage, standing right beside Steve as he did.
Steve continued to smile at him as he said, “Frank here has donated $3500 to our cause, and we believe that he deserves to have the time of his life tonight! Do you all agree?” They all cheered in agreement. She couldn’t believe the crowd was this active after so long. Was this show going to go on all night?
“Now, Anna, back to you - Where were the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights stored during World War II?” Oh god, that was an embarrassing question not to know. It was weird though. She realized at once they seemed to be able to know exactly what she wasn’t very good at, and kept asking questions about those topics specifically. Mr.Green somehow had access to her phone number, address, secrets, and measurements. Could he somehow have access to her school grades as well? How far was he willing to go to get what he wanted from these thirsty men?
“Don’t tell me you don’t know again!” Steve said, and the audience fake groaned. “Well, it’s Fort Knox of course! You’re lucky you’re pretty, because wow, you’re not very bright up there!” She wanted to strangle him, but decided not to, knowing that Mr.Green was still watching. Since when did he have so much power over her?
“Girls!” Steve said again, and the two girls pulled the table with the names on top aside, letting the rest of the crew deal with it as they moved to the second curtain. They unveiled it quickly to show off a medieval looking wooden pillory. There were chains on the side of it again, clearly for Anna’s wrists.
She almost rolled her eyes at this. Where did the show get such intricate contraptions! Steve led her to the pillory, and the two girls pushed her down onto it and quickly moved to lock her into the device. This time, her wrists were even sorer than before, and the wood was pushing so tightly against her she could barely move her neck. “What now?” She grumbled, mostly to herself. She hoped they wouldn’t be using the nipple clamps again.
The fan was now moving towards her, waddling again as he stared down at her with a hungry look. “You know what to do, Frank.” Steve said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Indeed, Frank did. He pulled his grey jogging pants down, and his cock sprang up in the air. It was a fat hungry beast, and looked like it had been untouched for a very, very long time. Not just untouched by another human being, no, it seemed like it was untouched by Frank himself. The odour coming from it made Anna want to gag. His pubic hair was bushy and matted, and she knew right away that he hadn’t showered in a very, very long time. Did they plan all of this? How did the host somehow pick someone that was so utterly disgusting?
The cameras focused on his dick as she approached her, and she had to stop herself from wincing. He grabbed her face and forced her to press it against his cock. She had stopped herself from breathing, but it was getting too much. She had to take a breath. She gasped out loud as she sucked in, and the stink of it threatened to make her pass out.
He pulled his foreskin back, and she gaped at it. There was so much… cheese there. Layers and layers of it, untouched for ages. It smelled like something rotten in the back of her fridge. “Open wide.” Steve said, and she had to listen to him. She did as she was told, and Frank shoved his dick inside of her. It expanded her mouth so much she felt like her lips were being torn as he began to fuck her. The pillory helped lock her in place as he grabbed onto her hair and began to mouth fuck her like she didn’t deserve to breathe. He had clearly never done this before, and was groaning like a madman as he thrusted into her.
The taste was worse than the smell. His pubic hair shoved into her nose with every stroke, and the combination of the texture of the cheese on her tongue with the smell of him was making him gag more than his dick in her throat was. She had begun to cry, and tears ran down her eyes as he continued to fuck her.
She was stupid enough to not wear waterproof makeup, and she knew the mascara running down her face made her look like a complete fucking whore, even more than the porn stars that were watching her.
“Next question.” What? She had her mouth stuffed right now, how would she be able to answer the question? “Which country consumes the most chocolate per capita?”
She knew this! She had visited Switzerland last year, and had loved their chocolate dearly. “Schew-schew-le!” She cried out as he continued to fuck her.
“Sorry, what was that?” He asked her.
“Schew-Schew-le!” This was so fucking unfair, he knew she was saying the right answer, and was pretending like she was wrong again.
“I’m sorry, but it seems like you’re out of time.” He said as the buzzer rang. “This means he’ll have to cum in your mouth.”
She shook her head, but was stopped by him digging into her hair. She absolutely despised the taste of cum. It was salty and wet and disgusting. She had never tasted cum of any guy she’s been with after tasting it once, and now she was being forced to do it over and over again. At least it wouldn’t be from her own ass this time… she thought in defeat.
As Frank had never been given a blow job before, he got close very, very fast. He came inside of her as he grunted loudly, sounding like an animal in heat, and he was pulling on her hair so much that she knew she looked like a complete maniac at the moment. In fact, when she looked at the screen that was currently showing her appearance, she could barely recognize herself anymore.
He spurted his load inside of her, a thick creamy goo that was never ending as he pumped and pumped inside of her. The audience chanted the whole time as he came. “Wow, this guy is a complete bull with his dick!” Steve said, still commentating like he was having the time of his life. “Now, Anna, you’re not allowed to swallow!”
She glared at him as Frank exited from her mouth and collapsed onto the ground, not caring about who was watching him anymore. “Next question!” “Mhmm hmmm hmm hm!” She complained. He was going to do this to her again?
‘ “Sorry, my dear. Rules are rules!” He continued: “Which of Shakespeare’s plays is the longest?”
“Mhmmm hmm!” She cried out. He wouldn’t never be able to understand her. He said she couldn’t swallow, but he never said she couldn’t spit it out. She opened her mouth to speak, though was shocked when all the cum dripped out of her mouth and onto the floor. It was so gross seeing the sticky white goo come out of her, and she gagged again as she said, “Romeo and Juliet!” As quickly as she could.
“Sadly, wrong! It’s Hamlet! Girl, you need practice in your English Literature as well!” She wasn’t even paying attention to what Steve was saying anymore. She was too focused on staring at herself on the screen. She looked like someone from a poronographic film. Her hair was a complete mess, her makeup was running down her face, and her mouth was covered semen from a stranger. Since Steve hadn’t told her to swallow yet, she had kept it open, and the whole audience could see the gooey whiteness on her tongue. It was coating her completely, and she realized it would be the only thing she could taste for a very, very long time. “Swallow, my dear girl, stop torturing yourself!” She did just so, though groaned as she did. God, it tasted so bad.
Suddenly, Steve pressed his mic against his head. “Mhm. Yes, okay sir.” She looked up at him quisitively from pillory, and he ignored her to stare at the audience. “Mr.Green has just informed me that he’s not happy with Anna’s behaviour of dripping the cum onto the ground, and requires her to lick it all up. We do not waste any semen in this establishment.”
“But I didn’t get a question wrong!” She complained. Though it wasn’t like she could get any of them right, anyways. All of the questions and scenarios were stacked against her from the start.
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Green makes the rules.” He said, shaking his head like Mr.Green owned his very soul. “Girls, un-do her.” The girls nodded and unchained her from the cuffs. It was nice to be free from her bonds again, but she now knew that meant worse things to come. “Come, we still have lots of stuff planned, you’ll have to do this fast!” Steve said.
LOTS OF STUFF? She couldn’t believe it, and could feel little pieces of her chipped away as he pushed her onto the ground. She was on level to Frank now, who was still laying there like he had some kind of experience with the Lord. There was cum dribbled all over the floor, and she stuck her tongue out as she gave a tentative lick against the well-worn flooring of the stage. She had wondered to herself how many people had stepped over it, how many years of cum and human material had been left there over and over again. It was painful to think more about it, so she licked once more, tasting his cum again as she did.
It tasted as horrible as the first time. She was now wishing she had just closed her mouth and not answered the question in the first place. It would’ve been better than this embarrassment. Steve adjusted her by pulling her ass higher up in the air, and the audience hooted and hollered as she continued to lick the floor, now with her ass swaying side to side.
She wondered now whether Mr.Green knew before this event that she hated the taste of cum. It seemed too peculiar that this was the situation she was put in over and over again. He also took her ass virginity - and maybe he had planned this all along.
How deep did this sadistic event go? It didn’t seem like some innocent fun anymore, something for the boys to enjoy in their free time. There was something more sinister about it, and she greatly desired to discover what it was before it was too late for her.
Her thoughts were pushed aside as Steve shoved her in deeper. “Hurry!” He cried out. She nodded, and lapped the rest of the cum like a dog in heat, and finally stood up to wait for their next task for her.
Part 2
“Well, Steve. How long is this going on for?” She said, wiping her mouth as she did. She was still trying to look as calm as possible, but knew that with the way she was looking at the moment, she was anything but calm.
“Oh… you poor girl.” Steve said, shaking his head. “Come, come.”
He began to walk back to his seat, and she followed him reluctantly. She sat down across from him, and waited for him to continue the show. “I have some good news for you, and some bad news for the fans.”
The fans groaned in response. “What… kind of news?” She asked hesitantly.
“This will be the final trivia question of the night!” Oh thank god. She could imagine herself back at home right now, taking bath after bath, gargling her mouth with mouthwash over and over, trying to remove the sins of the night from her body. Though if she were being honest with herself… no amount of gargling could get rid of the taste of cum on her tongue.
The music started, and Steve grinned at her as he asked, “What is the most populous city in Canada?”
A geography question again? Those bastards. She closed her eyes and tried to focus… she knew Ottawa was the capital city of Canada, but had a feeling that wasn’t the right answer. What other cities were there up North? Vancouver, Toronto… her mind was spinning and her heart was pounding, like it was going to explode out of her chest. “Vancouver?” She asked 5 seconds before the timer ran out.
“Wrong!” Steve announced. Her hands were shaking now, and she had to breathe heavily to stop the tears from running down her eyes. “The answer is Toronto!” He chuckled. “And I gave you such an easy question this time. I think you need to really be punished for getting such an easy one wrong. Our Canadian fans are sure to agree.” There was cheering in the background. “Girls, why don’t you reveal what’s behind curtain number 3?”
Anna didn’t want to look. It was too terrifying. Instead, she continued to look down onto her hands as she heard the noises around her. The shifting of the curtain as the two porn stars moved it aside, the gasp and cheering of the audience as they looked at what was behind the curtain, the happy and encouraging noises coming from Steve next to her…
“Anna, please my dear, come with me.” He said. He moved around the desk and stood in front of her, where she was still sitting naked on the couch. He held onto her hand gently, like he wasn’t the one doing all this to her, and led her to the third curtain.
She had to look now, and didn’t know what to think when she saw it. A grey bulky donkey was standing behind the third curtain with hay scattered around it. In front of the donkey was another stand with a cushion on top. The donkey was currently chewing on an apple, which the girls have been feeding him to calm him down. “Anna, are you ready for the last challenge of the night?” Steve asked her.
She shook her head, which prompted laughter from the audience. “Well, you should’ve gotten the question right then! Your task is to get the donkey to orgasm and drink as much of his cum as possible!”
She glared at him. What kind of sadistic fucking nonsense was this? She knew by now she had no choice but to do exactly what he said though, so she moved around behind the donkey and said, “good boy…” The donkey looked back at her, staring nonchalantly. She was never good with animals… and he was quite terrifying to look at. She patted it on the back and looked up at Steve and asked, “what’s his name?”
“It’s Gus, my dear. Very nice of you to get into first name basis with him.” He replied, nodding at her in encouragement. The audience laughed out loud at that joke. She had to be brave. She ignored him and moved to pet Gus again.
“Good donkey… good Gus.” It would be better for her to do this quickly. She wrapped her arms around his body and began to touch what was obviously an un-erect penis. She had never seen one close up before. The audience sat in a hushed tone as she began the stroking motion. Up and down and up and down. The donkey began to whine at first, not liking the intrusion on his body. But it began to grow… and grow… and she couldn’t believe it as she wrapped her hand around it. It was the size of her arm, maybe even bigger. They didn’t think she was going to fit this inside of her, did she? It was stiff and sleek and so different from a human penis, with the significantly large head in the front. She was hoping she would be able to stroke it into completion, and be able to suck out the cum as he orgasmed.
Her arm was already getting tired, so she decided to bend down under him to continue the stroking. The smell… it was killing her. It was so close to her face, and a combination of arousal, dirt, and hay. It was like she was in a hazy dream. After a while, she spat in her hand to help her with the lubrication. There was so much surface area, and she had to work so hard to stroke all the way from the base to the tip. Her hands were chafing, and she could see Gus look back at her once in a while, like he was fed up with this situation. He didn’t seem like he would be cumming anytime soon. What was she supposed to do?
It seemed like Steven was thinking the same thing, as he was probably concerned the audience was getting bored, no matter how wrong this situation was. “Why don’t you let him mount you, sweetheart? It’ll be much faster this way. Come, I’ll help you.” She reluctantly let him lift her up, knowing that ‘no’ would not be accepted as an answer, and he pushed her over the stand, letting her ass raised up into the air. Gus immediately moved a few steps, and began to sniff her ass and cunt, his hot breath against her body as he did so. She wiggled at the sensation, though closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see the reaction of the audience.
Suddenly, Gus abruptly wrapped his front legs around her body and moved on top of her. She gasped out loud at the heavy weight on her body, but was able to continue leaning on the cushion as he mounted her. He was aiming towards her ass, though, which was not okay. She moved her arms backwards, and wrapped her hand around his dick again, trying to get him to aim towards the right spot. Come on Gus, come on. She repeated over and over in her head. He had obviously not mounted any human woman before, and refused to let her adjust his dick against her cunt. She gasped out loud when he neighed and pushed into her ass. It was still swollen and sticky from before, and though she was still stretched more than usual, this was a whole nother story. His head was enormous, and he pushed into her like he didn’t care whether or not she was in pain. How would he know? It wasn’t like he understood what was happening at all.
He thrusted into her over and over again, and she felt like her entire body was being torn in two. He must’ve been up against her stomach at this point. She was screaming and clawing at the stand she was leaning against with tears running down her eyes as she begged him to stop. He did not. Gus was too into the act at the moment, and even if Steve decided to help her, he probably didn’t have the ability to remove Gus from her body anymore. The audience, who had been rambunctious before, had hushed as they watched Gus tear her apart from the inside. At this point, she couldn’t tell what was happening with her body. She didn’t even know who she was anymore. Her entire mind was focused around the sensation of him entering and exiting her over and over again, and the stretching of her ass every time it happened.
“Please!” She cried out, her voice coming out ragged and hoarse. Her ass was pulsing around it like crazy, milking it over and over again completely out of her control. She couldn’t tell if she was in the middle of an orgasm or building up to one anymore. Her body was just shaking over and over, and she knew the audience could see her thighs as it quivered out of control.
Gus’s hooves were pressed so tight around her waist that it was hurting her, but still she continued to let him latch on, with him fucking her over and over again. When was this going to end? She felt like she couldn’t breathe properly any more. It must be cumming soon… anytime now… because in just a few strokes, she knew she would collapse onto the floor.
She was right. Gus was holding onto her even harder, and he was making groaning sounds that were so loud it seemed to vibrate inside of her ears. His thrusts were becoming harder and even more insistent, and she knew she would be bleeding from the roughness of it all. At last, he came inside of her, and she couldn’t believe the amount that came out. She could feel the heat deep inside of her belly, and it warmed her insides all the way through. He wouldn’t stop though, he continued to fuck her as he spurted more and more of his cum inside of her, and when he was finally done, he got off of her, making her fall down onto the ground.
She didn’t even know who she was anymore, or what she was doing. She could only hear the noises of the audience as they whooped and cheered for her. She closed her eyes in complete defeat, and laid there on the floor with a donkey’s cum dripping out of her stomach. In all the haze, she remembered that she was also tasked with drinking the cum, and she wondered how she would be doing that now. She was assisted by Steve as he scooped some of the cum coming out of her, a sticky puddle on the ground, and shoved it into her mouth. She could only swallow as she lost consciousness, and groaned as she tasted the bitter and sticky fluid inside of her mouth. It was even more disgusting than the taste of a human’s. “No…” She moaned, but it was no use. He kept shoving more and more inside of her mouth as his cum dripped out of her.
Finally, it was over. She closed her eyes and let her mind and body rest at last.
She woke up a few hours later with a blanket around her, laying on Mr. Green’s couch. She refused to let the memories bombard her, no matter how much it was trying to. Instead, she got up and leaned against the sofa, rubbing her eyes as she did. “You did a great job, Anna.” He said, though barely even looked at her.
She didn’t respond. How could she respond to someone so evil and sadistic? Who would do these things to women just to make money? “I would love to have you back on the show again, please text me your availability.”
At that, she began to quiver. Back again? She thought this was a one time thing. Instead of replying, she shakily stood up from the couch and closed the door hard behind her.
It was time for her to find her clothes and get the hell home.