You wait for tense 30 minutes watching for any sign that you were followed, but there's nothing, just black streets full of drunk strangers, and flickering neon lights. Beth was already asleep by the time you returned with the glasses, so you drink one, and set the other on the bedside table, in case she wakes up thirsty. She would have a strange morning when she woke up, but you're hopeful that Vincent and Maria will take care of her, at least enough to get her back on her feet.
You head downstairs without making a sound, save for the creaking of old wood. Vincent hasn't returned yet, by the look of things. Maria gives a slight frown as you leave, but the bar is busy, and she's got her hands more than full just taking care of customers. Then you're back outside, standing in front of a white car. The door opens, and you step inside, sliding your card through the scanner as you tell the robot the address of S.L.U.T. HQ in a hushed and hurried voice. The car goes speeding off, and you can finally let out your breath--safe on the three hour car ride back home. A gentle and pleasant music comes on over she speakers, and you lean back into the comfort of a faux leather seat, closing your eyes and letting your mind drift away.
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Willpower check: 3 vs. ??? massive failure
Some time has passed. You don't know how long. You aren't sure where you are or how you got here, just that... You're a good girl. You're a good slut--
the perfect CyberSafe Slut. There's a screen in front of it, and it's very important.
It's very important that you look at the screen, and so you do, and you don't look away. You just stare into the spiral, as it spins in on itself, forever chasing perfection.
Slut, Perfect, Slut, Consume, Please, Cybersafe, Please, Live To, Please, Slut, Slut, Slut. The words drift from the screen into your head, where they live now. They dance around your head, fixing things that weren't quite right, and changing you, making you what you were supposed to be.
A slut."Slut, Perfect, Slut, Consume, Please, Cybersafe, Please, Live To, Please, Slut, Slut, Slut." it's your voice now, coming past your lips, speaking the truth you always knew somewhere in the back of your head.
You are a slut. Visions pop into your head. Or are they on the screen? Thinking is hard, so you don't bother. The images are you--things you remember. Being bent over a table and fucked in the middle of the dance floor, as your huge tits bounced in front of you, and anyone who wanted to watched with greedy hunger. You feel a buzz between your legs. A little ball covered in nubs has emerged from the seat, and pressed itself against you juuuust so... perfectly against your clit. It buzzes are you remember how you came again and again moaning as your pink hair bounced.
A Slut for all to see.Another image. Now you're in a room, which is to small for you
and all these men. You're laying on the bed--you remember this-- you're laying on the bed between two of them--their bodies are nice to look at
so muscly and strong--they're built like you'd expect football players to be. You can feel a their cocks inside you, splitting you and filling your pussy and ass as they thrust. You accept one in your mouth--he tastes so good! And feel a buzz between your legs. They keep moving, and you feel the pleasure washing over your, the buzzing so intense as you look at the images on the screen-- in your mind?? As you
remember. You are a slut.
A Slut for all to share.It changes. You can feel your juices dripping throat your leotard and running against the seat. Leotard? Seat? That... doesn't make any sense. You're not in a seat--you're on a dance floor. Well, you were on a dance floor. Now you're being lifted into the air by a bunch of men, big and strong. One has his cock out-- a wonderful, long, thick horse-like thing, and it's up between your legs. He lays it out flat against your stomach God, it would go so deep.
So, so deep. It might just split you in half. His hands hold your legs steady as he pushes forward, he moves slowly at first, his cock head stretching you then, once it's in he thrusts all at once. He cock buries itself deep
so, so deep! and you're screaming in ecstasy. Another man stands over you. He grins down at you, then stuffs his cock in your mouth. You take it happily--so happy to be a good little slut.
A slut for--There's someone there, looking back at you across the dance floor. She's standing behind the podium, watching you. Black tears streak down her face her--your--her black hair is all in disarray. She's, no... she's--Beth??
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No. She's you silly.
Fucktoy. See? It says it right there on her forehead. She's just a silly little fucktoy. There's a buzzing between your legs as the man thrusts and thrusts again, filling and stretching, breaking you with his far, far too large cock, as you scream and whimper pure ecstasy. You cum, and cum again, and each time a word writes itself upon your body.
Fucktoy across your forehead, then
Cunt on your chest.
Breeding Whore on your inner thigh. All of them are true. The man in your mouth cums and another steps up to take his place. This one has the head of a hawk.
FuckSlut appears on your stomach as the horse cock cums deep
So, so deep inside you, and another man steps up to take his place. His face looks like a rhinoceros, twisted and mangled with burn scars and stitched over wounds. His cock is a thick as your arm, and he stuffs it in you in a single thrust. You scream. And cum, again and again. You are a slut.
A slut or all to Break.Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Willpower Check: 3 vs. ??? failure.
Then you're back in the car. The leotard is gone, and you are drenched in sweat and your own juices. There's a cock in front of you. So you do the only thing there is to do.
The only thing for a slut to do. You lean forward, and take it in your mouth. It fills it so full, and even dribbles out some sweet blue cum as a nice reward. It makes you mouth all nice and tingly, so you take it deeper and deeper, bobbing until it presses against your throat.
You hear a faint whirring, but you don't have to move or adjust yourself.
A good slut does as she is told. And something is telling you to stay put. Two cocks drill up from the seat beneath you, spinning slowly, perfectly positioned to spear into your sopping cunt and tight anus. The blue fluid on them mixes with your juices, letting them slide in easily, letting them push themselves deeper and deeper inside you, and filling you the way you were meant to be filled. There's a joy in the back of your head. A wonderful feeling of fulfillment and accomplishment,that grows stronger each time you take the robo cock into your mouth, each time they spray blue cum down your throat and into your cunt and ass. This is what you were meant for. You were meant to be
The Perfect Cyber Slut.Freya Corruption: +8%, new total 9%
* * * * *The car comes to a stop. You're outside S.L.U.T. Headquarters, and the robo cab driver is waiting for you to get out of his pristine clean cab. You're still naked, but
that's t be expected. Your leotard was destroyed before you got in the cab. At least you have your phone on you still. Figure out how to get some clothes without humiliating yourself might be a bit of a struggle though...