1 comments/ 13136 views/ 12 favorites Christy's Transformation Ch. 01 By: cindertones Christy's little virgin pussy got pounded unrecognizable that night. She couldn't believe she had let Aaron do it. As he still lay in the other room, spent, probably wiping her juice off of his dick with a tissue, she squatted over her toilet and pushed her groin muscles, trying to force his semen out. A few drops fell out and splashed lightly in the water. Why had she let him? She had always been a good Christian girl. She had been saving herself for her husband. Was it because of the inevitable looming breakup? How did that make sense? Shouldn't that have made her less likely to give him her virginity? She sat on the toilet and spread her legs, bending her head over to look at her sore hole. Her pussy lips were bright red, and her vagina itself was still gaping open a little bit. A milky little trickle seeped out. When she had timidly whispered in his ear that he could have her, she had surprised even herself by saying it. She hadn't even been planning to. But he took the initiative and plunged right in, and then there was no turning back. He had lain on top of her and spread her bare, flexible legs as wide as they would go, rutting into her crotch with his full weight behind every thrust. He had completely broken her in. The whole time she was terrified that her parents would hear the mattress squeaking in their room downstairs and come bursting in to their daughter being defiled. Her room didn't even have a lock on it. But they never did. She must have thought that somehow giving herself to him would save their relationship. He was her first real love, even though she knew that at only nineteen it was a dumb thing to take so seriously. There would have been someone else. But still, she couldn't think of it that way. She had really thought they were going to get married, at least up until a week ago when things had suddenly started to fall apart. She must have thought that this desperate act would change his mind. Now, as the heat of the moment was faded away and she was crouched over a toilet, trying to squeeze the sperm out and ignore the throbbing pain in her formerly pristine pussy, she realized how dumb the attempt was. Aaron wasn't going to stay with her. He was still going to leave, but now he was going to take her virginity with him. She went back into her bedroom, which was adjoined to her bathroom. Aaron had put his boxers back on. He was lying there doing something on his phone. She curled up next to him, her petite form still totally nude, and her long wavy auburn-blonde hair covering her small breasts. She ran her fingers over his bare chest. She kissed him, and he returned it, but he never really broke his concentration from his phone. "I love you," she whispered. He broke his gaze from his phone then, and looked at her. She thought that his eyes perhaps had at least a little sadness in them. He pulled a strange line to his mouth, something between a smirk and a grimace. "Don't say that." It was the first time he had ever not said it back to her. She knew then that he had moved on in his heart for a certainty. She buried her face in his shoulder, and started to sob silently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Soon, in spite of herself, she was kissing him on the lips again, with increasing passion, even through the tears. Sucking his lower lip, hard. Forcing her tongue in his mouth, then receiving his. She still loved him, despite how harsh she felt that he had suddenly become. She still felt as if she was making love to him even now, even though she really knew that it was all lust for him. He was only responding physically to her, but responding he certainly was. She gave herself to him again, crying on the inside but still responding like a woman on the outside, gasping in pleasure as he sank himself once more into her already sorely punished privates. He had her sitting on his lap, with her legs wrapped around his back, and he pulled her hips down onto him until his cock literally couldn't go any further. Their pelvic bones were actually grinding into one another as he held her slender waist in both hands, rocking it back and forth on him. Afterward she would think back in shame on what all she let him do to her that night. She must have given up all hope of any decency remaining to her after surrendering her virginity to him, and his earlier release left him able to continue for what felt like hours now. He must have enacted every fantasy that he had ever had on her that night, and when he finally left her in the wee hours of the night the first gray light of the morning was already beginning to fill the sky. She curled up alone in her bed, sobbing, still smelling him on the pillows. She felt completely used and discarded, and it was worsened by the fact that she had herself to blame for it. That was the last she saw of him. A month later she moved across the country. She couldn't stand to stay in that same small, southern town anymore. The memories were too much. She thought of Aaron everywhere she turned, something reminded her of him. Her parents were becoming too much for her too. She was old enough to be on her own now. Her sisters had moved out. Her parents were overbearing. They had raised her as a strict Christian and she had never doubted the legitimacy of it, but now it gave her pause. She couldn't say quite what it was. In the weeks since she had given herself to Aaron she felt...different. She felt as if she had lost her sense of self-worth. She had struggled with confidence issues her whole life, always racked with insecurity, and it was worse than ever after the breakup. She felt as if everything she held in value about herself was gone. Her innocence was gone. There was no way to reclaim it. She felt drastic changes in herself. She either had to own up to it, claim it, or fall victim to it and allow this new sense of unworthiness to define her. She didn't know which it would be. Perhaps it would be both. But whatever it was, she couldn't move on with her life here. She ended up in Seattle, about as far away from her small hometown in the south as she could get. She knew no one in the city, and she was ok with that. She had always been shy and reserved, but she knew she needed to force herself to change. She couldn't keep being the girl she used to be. She had to get out and meet people. She got a job at a small cafe. It wasn't much, but it paid the bills for now. She was planning on applying to some colleges eventually, but for now she decided to just try to get to know the city better. She found some people roughly her age on Craigslist who were looking for another roommate. There were already three of them living in the house, two guys and a girl, so her share of the rent wouldn't be too much. She moved in a couple days later. The girl, Nicki, was very nice, as were the two boys, Caleb and Ryan. They made her feel welcome and helped her move her stuff in. Caleb and Nicki were in university, but Ryan was just working at the moment, like her. That first night they had a nice time getting to know each other. Ryan provided drinks and Christy decided to try it, even though she was underage and had never drank before. She knew she needed to grow up fast. Christy had a great time with them that night, and noticed that Ryan was extra friendly to her. She thought it was great that she would have such a nice guy being around. If she could have read his mind though, and realized the full extent of where his mind went when he looked at her, she might have had a considerably different initial reaction. (To be continued) Christy's Transformation Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the first part. I plan for this to be an ongoing series, getting juicier as it goes along, so please start with the first part. I am planning on adding new chapters much more frequently now if there is a positive response to this, so please let me know what you think in the comments or a message. [SPOILER] Themes are going to be submission, exhibitionism, humiliation, reluctant promiscuity, etc. If that's not up your alley then don't read on. ***** It didn't take long for Ryan to hit it off with Christy. He charmed her, and in her vulnerable state, still on the rebound from the broken heart her first love Aaron had given her, she quickly fell for him. He was nice to her, joked around with her, and seemed to care about her. They had only been housemates for a week before she gave herself to him. There must have been something about losing her virginity to Aaron that made her suddenly so (relatively) open to being sexual like this. Her whole life she had been so protective of her innocence, but now she felt that she had moved past all that. She had already given up her sexual purity, so what difference did it make now? She needed to grow up. Ryan made love to her wonderfully. He was gentle when he needed to be, and just rough enough when that was what was needed to get her off. She felt like he actually cared about her sexual needs, unlike Aaron, who in the one time they had had sex had just used her body to get off however he needed to. Over the next month Ryan taught her all sorts of things about sexuality, things she felt like she should have known by now but didn't, due to her sheltered history. In addition to being great sexually, she also felt that Ryan was a great lover on the emotional side of the relationship. He listened to her, and she really felt like she was starting to fall in love with him. She knew she shouldn't fall for another boy so quickly after having her heart broken by Aaron, but she couldn't help it. She felt as if Ryan was fixing her. Ryan, for his part, felt as if he had found the perfect girl. Ryan's definition of perfect might differ from most people's, however. Within a couple days of first becoming intimate with her he already knew that he had her around his finger. He could tell from her story, and from the way she spoke and responded to things. She was a born submissive, even if she didn't fully know it yet. She was the perfect combination of innocent, naïve, and impressionable, with just enough of a new streak of cautious rebellion that Ryan knew he would be able to manipulate her into fulfilling his deepest fantasies of control. You see, Ryan desired above all else to sexually conquer a previously pure girl, to subject her to the greatest sexual debasements he could imagine, things that she otherwise, without meeting him, would have never partaken in. In Christy he found the perfect opportunity to attempt this transformation that he had so long fantasized about, if only he proceeded carefully. This isn't too say that he didn't care about her. He did. It is important to address this fact. While he saw her as the perfect vehicle for his depraved fetishes, he also found himself falling truly in love with her. I suppose, though, that these two feelings were inextricably wound up in one another, in ways that are difficult to parse. His growing attachment to her only made his ultimate goals for her seem more scandalous and emotionally intense to him, and therefore more gratifying. The payoff (or fallout) would mean less if it were just some random dispensable girl he cared nothing for. It would be little more than some elaborate live-action porn. But I'm getting ahead of myself, and I've given too much away already. I won't bore you with the technical details, but know that for some several weeks after first beginning a relationship with her, Ryan began the subtle process of grooming Christy to have the initial desire to fulfill his fantasies, at least some of them. On this count he encountered little difficulty. She was already head over heels for him, and was already willing to at least slowly break with her sheltered upbringing. Already she had gone out and gotten what must have seemed like a rebellious haircut to her: a somewhat bold two toned style that saw about two thirds of her hair dyed dark black and the right third left her original, strawberry color. She thought it looked a bit edgy and Ryan privately found this adorable, mussing her intentionally messy, wavy locks with his hand appreciatively when he first saw the makeover. Ryan found even these small gestures of a departure from her previous life to be encouraging. These tendencies could, in her case, be built upon at great length. When Ryan first adopted a sheepish tone one night after they'd made love, and admitted that he had always had a bit of a fetish for girls being exhibitionist with their bodies, Christy at first responded with an awkward joke, which was just what he had assumed she would do. "Quit teasing me," he playfully scolded her. "I'm trying to be honest with you and this is pretty embarrassing. I just feel like we should be open with each other sexually about these things. Our fantasies. Even if they're just fantasies." He knew that this whole realm of openly discussing sexual desires with someone of the opposite sex was still territory that was uncharted for Christy, but he could tell that she was trying to keep up and not reveal her previous naivety to him, which of course he already knew about. "Ok..." she began. She kissed him on the cheek and leaned in and rested her face against his. "I'm on board so far. Tell me more. What do you like about it?" "Oh I don't know," Ryan said. "Just the whole idea of a girl getting off to the knowledge that strangers are seeing her in this super intimate way when they shouldn't be. It's just the taboo nature of it, I guess." "You mean like a girl going around naked under a big coat and flashing people?" "Not really that. More like...a girl spreading her legs on the Internet for a bunch of anonymous strangers...a 'camwhore' type thing. Even if she doesn't show her face. I like the idea of a normal, nice girl who you wouldn't suspect going home at night and getting off on guys seeing her...well, seeing her pussy and stuff. The idea that that kind of sexual deviance could hide even in a respectable, cute girl." He could tell by looking at her that she was trying to come to terms with this, that it was scaring her to an extent but that she was simultaneously trying to convince herself to be progressive about this. "You mean a girl like me?" She attempted to bat her eyelashes suggestively at him. "Ha, yeah, well, in my dreams certainly. These are just fantasies though, I'm not wanting you to do it or anything," he lied. "Maybe I shouldn't have even mentioned it." She laid there for a long few seconds, and then squeezed his arm lovingly. She leaned over and kissed him again. "I'm glad I know now." And that was how it began. He knew that, despite his insistence that it was a mere fantasy, that this idea would grow in her mind until she felt the need to act on it, perhaps from fear of losing him if she didn't. Over the next two weeks he carefully reinforced this feeling in her by subtly acting detached from her in certain moments, but never being too obvious about it. He could almost hear her thoughts out loud, so obvious was it to him what she was thinking. He had an HD webcam in his room (he had already owned it, luckily), and he made sure to leave it out where she could see it when he knew she would be home alone. Within three days of placing it where she would notice it, she had taken the bait. "I want to show you something," she whispered to him one evening after he came home from work. They had been sitting in the living room with Caleb, and Ryan nonchalantly stood up and followed her upstairs to the room they now shared. When she sat on the bed and pulled open his laptop, he already knew what to expect. "Are you ready?" she asked him. He nodded. She pulled up a video file that was saved locally to his computer, and pressed play. At first it was just a recording of a blank wall, a bit above where the wall met the carpet. Suddenly Christy's legs appeared in the video. You couldn't see anything above her stomach, but it was obviously her. She stood there in front of the camera, and then began slowly peeling off the shorts she was wearing, pulling them laboriously over the curve of her cute and perky little ass, and then stepping out of them one long, slender and shapely leg at a time. Next she pulled off her black shirt, pulling it up until it disappeared from the top of the frame, and then tossing it aside. Last came her panties, which she pulled off much like her shorts, but lingering longer to tease the reveal of her buttcrack and then finally her full bubble butt. She turned, now fully nude, toward the camera, and then slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. Even then the camera was angled such that you couldn't see her face or anything above her neck, but her wonderful modest breasts were now on full display. She stretched her feet out in front of her toward the camera, wiggling her pedicured toes and then flexing them back to display her bare soles, knowing that Ryan had something of a foot fetish too. Then she drew her heels in toward her lap, bringing the bottoms of her feet together, and spreading her knees wide so that her exposed crotch faced the camera directly. Ryan felt his heart skip a beat. It was the most magnificent shot. She had completely shaved all of her pubic hair, leaving nothing at all to hide every detail of her gorgeous pussy from the high definition gaze of the camera. She stretched her knees apart as far as she could, giving an unfettered view, and then began playing with her clit. Ryan looked at Christy in real life, who was blushing fiercely. He kissed her deeply on the lips. "Thank you, babe. This is amazing." He turned back to watch. The video continued for another five minutes or so, complete with little moans from her as she rubbed herself nearer to completion, arching her back in pleasure as she lay on the floor. Finally she came, and seemed to almost spasm somewhat. She laid there in a bit of a daze for a few moments afterward, breathing heavily, her legs no longer positioned carefully but simply thrown out in front of her. Finally she crept toward the camera, careful to still keep her face out of the shot, and then the video ended. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Ryan told her. "It was so hot imagining that being on the internet, with tons of jealous guys ogling you. Thanks so much babe." He kissed her again. "Well..." Christy began. She looked nervous, but excited at the same time. "There's more." Ryan looked at her uncertainly. He had expected her to eventually make a mock video like this for him, but he hadn't thought that there would be any more than that already. "Please go on." Christy closed the video and pulled up the web browser. He noticed that her hands were shaking lightly as she typed in the URL. With each letter she typed, Ryan's heart beat faster and faster. She navigated to a hugely popular porn site, where users could upload their own videos. There, under the "Trending Now" header on the front page, was Christy's video. It had been uploaded three hours before, and already had over 10,000 hits. Ryan looked at Christy in almost genuine disbelief. He was certain that he would get to this point within a couple weeks, but he had not expected her to take the initiative herself so quickly. His plan seemed to be working even better than he had anticipated. "Christy..." he began. "I love you." She smiled broadly at him and seemed to have dispelled much of her trepidation. "I love you too," she said. "I'm glad I got to do this for you. No one can see my face, anyway, and I knew you'd find it hot, so I thought what could be the harm. I've got to admit...I found it pretty thrilling too." They clicked the video and read some of the comments that had already been posted. They were all over the top praises, including many that described in explicit detail what they'd like to do to the hot little bitch in this video. Ryan could feel Christy's heart racing as she read these, and he knew that it both terrified and excited her. In that moment he knew he had her right where he wanted her, and precious little could derail his plan now that it was rolling to whatever terrible end it might have. He deftly slipped a hand into the front of the sweatpants she was now wearing, and felt her slit. She was completely soaked. He sprung on her then, and they ripped each others' clothes off in a fury, and proceeded to have the most passionate and incredible sex he could imagine. She abandoned her usual modesty and openly moaned loud enough for everyone in the house to hear, and he pounded away at her so hard that the headboard slammed loudly into the wall over and over. Let them hear it. He wanted them to know. As he slammed into her, he imagined the thousands of people who had watched that incredibly intimate video of his girl, imagined the thousands watching it at that very moment, and the countless others who would end up watching it soon. Everything was falling into place perfectly. If only Christy had any idea how far he intended to take his influence over her. Christy's Transformation Ch. 03 For the next several days, Christy could hardly take her thoughts off the video. She couldn't believe she had done it. The decision to upload it had been very spontaneous, and she went ahead with it before she could change her mind. Her feelings toward it now were very ambivalent. At times she would find her heart racing with excitement when she thought of it, and noticed more than once that her panties had suddenly become wet after considering the thing she'd done. At the same time, it could also horrify her when she thought of it, knowing that her vagina, HER vagina, was on the Internet forever, along with most of the rest of her body, viewable by any person in the world with an Internet connection. This would make her feel like such a slut. But...she wanted to make Ryan happy. Ryan, for his part, could not stop beating off to the video. He could see Christy like this anytime he wanted in real life, but seeing the same video that anyone else could freely watch of her anytime thrilled him in a unique way. He would check on it anytime he was alone, watching the view counter rise. It had received another 100,000 views in the past few days, and dozens more comments, which he loved reading. He didn't know what it was about him, but nothing turned him on more than the complete objectification of his sweet, innocent girl, spreading her smooth legs wide to have everyone inspect what should have been her most private place. He could tell that she was somewhat conflicted about the video, but he also knew that that conflict included a part of her enjoying it. Feeling liberated by it perhaps, or thrilled in a way she had never felt before. He also knew that this part of her he could continue to exploit. Once while they were having sex, with her riding him cowgirl style, he suddenly reached over to his computer and switched the monitor on. He had her video pulled up on the screen, playing as she rode him. He felt her pussy clench when she noticed it. At first she playfully slapped at his face, telling him not to tease her like that, but he simply grabbed her wrists and continued plowing into her, bucking sensually into her hips. "No, watch it," he told her. She looked at him uncertainly for a moment, but after he maintained his earnest expression she sheepishly looked up at the video, slowly giving it her full attention as she rhythmically ground her pelvis into his cock. He noticed her face become slightly more flushed. She was biting her lower lip a little bit, perhaps subconsciously. Suddenly he noticed that her grinding took on a quicker and more urgent pace. She began panting, and opened and shut her mouth involuntarily. He thought he could feel her becoming even wetter than she already was, somehow. "138,000, baby. That's a lot of happy guys," he told her, pointing out the view counter. At that moment she leaned forward and gripped his chest with both of her hands, her fingernails digging slightly into his flesh. She shut her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, slamming her pussy down onto his cock furiously. Suddenly she let out a long, piercing cry as she began orgasming violently, pulling herself up just enough to pull all but the head of his penis from her and then dropping back down and drawing it back into her full force, as if their groins could not mash together hard enough to satisfy her. Finally she slowed down and let a long shiver pass through her entire body, and then collapsed, exhausted, on top of his bare chest. She continued laying there while he stroked her long, beautifully messy hair. "You like all that attention, huh?" he asked her. She didn't know how to respond. It was true, to an extent. Obviously. Her orgasm had just proved that. But now that the moment was over, she felt self conscious...and dirty. 138,000. She tried to picture that many guys, jerking off to her. Like a giant crowd at a football game. It was too much to really wrap her head around. Ryan, sensing her inner conflict, hugged her tightly to him. It was important not to lose her now. "You know how much I like what you did for me, right Christy?" She made herself smile and nodded at him. She kept hugging him and didn't say anything. He noticed her heartrate begin to increase again. Over the next couple weeks he continued to test her, trying to reinforce the side of her that found a shameful thrill in what she had done. He knew he had her. She was too pliable. There would be some resistance, but in the end she would do anything to keep him from leaving her. She would become a slut for him. He soon got her to film a second video. This time he was present, although behind the camera, directing the action, zooming in where necessary. She still didn't want her face in the shot and he didn't push this issue. It would come in time. As he watched her spreading her legs through the view finder, saw her playing with her plump little pussy lips with her slender finger, he considered for the thousandth time how he had struck gold with Christy. What a perfect combination of everything he wanted. Beautiful, petite, previously innocent. Impressionable, with just enough of a lack of self-confidence to demean herself, if manipulated properly. It was almost too good to be true. She had the potential to be the ultimate submissive. The second video proved to be even more popular. Within a few days a couple hundred thousand views and dozens of comments from guys salivating over her body. Christy remained somewhat ambivalent about the situation. On the one hand she felt dirty and whorish doing this, cheap and used. A year ago she would have never dreamed that she would consent to putting nude videos of herself online. But now, here she was. She knew no one could see her face or identify her from the videos, but still she would sometimes lay awake at night trying to wrap her head around the fact that so many strangers had seen her so intimately. At the same time, this feeling of shame brought with it a rush that she could not deny. Her face would flush when she thought of it, and she noticed that she never failed to get moist when imagining the countless anonymous people who were objectifying her. It was during her third video that something else clicked. While she was diddling her clit with her legs akimbo, she heard Ryan suddenly command: "Flip over and show them your butthole." Christy paused, embarrassed. "No," she protested quietly, acutely aware that the viewers of the video would be able to hear him commanding her. Suddenly Ryan's voice seemed to drop an octave, and he spoke slowly and forcefully. "Get on your knees and spread your fucking asscheeks for everyone NOW, slut." Christy felt a sudden burst of tingles in her groin. She had never been spoken to like that by anyone before. She suddenly felt completely cowed, and without another word, flipped around on her knees, with her ass facing the camera. With the side of her face resting on the carpet, she reached back and spread her cheeks wide. "Good girl," she heard Ryan say. Christy stayed bent forward while she knew Ryan was zooming in on her asshole. She felt a sensation of something rushing to her groin, a sort of growing heat, and then she felt a thick bead of pussy juice gush up out of her and roll down her inner thigh. Ryan said: "Seems like you liked that, didn't you?" He was right. She wasn't quite sure why it had happened, but the sudden humiliation of Ryan's harsh command, and her subsequent compliance, had triggered something in her. She didn't even know why she had done it, but the shameful release of simply consenting to something she didn't even want to do was intoxicating. As she continued laying in this face down, ass up position, holding her cheeks apart, she felt her face burning red, but still the juices would not quit flowing. Ryan continued filming for another 45 minutes or so, and continued to quietly but firmly command her, coaxing her into displays that even this morning she would not have believed she would stoop to. Still though, as bad as what she did in the video was, her face was never visible, so she knew that she shouldn't have to worry about any actual fallout from it. That night when her and Ryan made love, Christy had an orgasm that felt like it had been building up her entire life. Ryan uploaded the video the next day. She actually almost found herself too embarrassed to revisit it, but Ryan showed her the comments again. There were more than ever, and they were cruder than ever. Several commenters requested to see her face in the next video, but she knew that wouldn't happen. She hoped Ryan wouldn't want that either. It's one thing to have explicit videos of your girlfriend on the Internet, but quite another to create the possibility of someone actually recognizing her in real life. She wished the people would drop it. After a few days, oddly, Ryan quit bringing the video up at all. Over the next couple weeks, they continued to have sex nightly and spend time with each other like normal, all with Ryan being very sweet to her the whole time, but he seemed to be content with how far she had gone. Christy wondered if perhaps his curiosity with this fetish of displaying her had been sated, and that now he was over it. She almost wondered if he might have begun to regret it, so sudden was the shift of him backing off. She supposed it was for the best, even though some part of her (she would sometimes be forced to admit to herself) almost wanted it to continue. Then came the night of the house party. It wasn't really so much of a house party as it was just Ryan inviting ten or so of his guy friends over for one of their birthdays. It was only guys, and Christy was feeling a little out of place and was going to go upstairs, but Ryan insisted that she stay and hang out with everybody. She knew some of his friends, but not all of them, so she had a couple beers and tried to socialize a bit and get to know some of the guys. One guy named Ben was really polite and sat in the corner and chatted with her while everyone else partied, asking her about where she was from and her plans for school. After a while everyone had drank a good bit and the atmosphere had started to get a little rowdy. Somehow the topic of porn had come up in the room, with several of the guys boisterously and animatedly describing the weirdest porn they had come across on the internet. She wondered if most of them had forgotten she was here. Suddenly Ryan announced "Here let me set up a nice background atmosphere video," and turned on his PS4 and pulled up the web browser. Christy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. He wouldn't, would he? A minute or so later he had the latest video they had filmed of her pulled up, displayed in full HD on his huge 65" TV to all these guys. "Here we go," Ryan said. "This looks promising." Christy felt her face grow hot as she saw her nude body appear on the screen. Her face wasn't showing of course, but she still felt in that moment as if it were incredibly obvious that it were her. She kept a close eye on the room but no one had even glanced in her direction yet, so it was safe to assume no one suspected it was her. I mean...why would they? Luckily Ryan kept the video muted, so no one could hear his voice in the video commanding her. She saw herself bent over on all fours, saw herself spreading her asscheeks. "Oh fuck yeah," one guy shouted. "This chick's fucking hot." The camera zoomed in close on her asshole. It got in so close and showed so much detail. Mortified, she watched as she clenched and unclenched it on Ryan's command. The guys all laughed. "Yeah girl, make that starfish wink!" someone hollered. Christy tried to decide what to do. She was worried that if she left, it would draw more attention and seem more suspicious than if she just stayed. But she was also worried someone would somehow recognize her hair, or her legs or something. She quickly got up and walked into the kitchen, trying not to catch anyone's eye. Ryan didn't even look at her. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a glass of it, mixing it with only a tiny bit of soda. If she was going to be subjected to this experience, she wasn't going to be sober for it. When she went back in the room the video had progressed to the part where she was sitting upright, her legs spread far apart, revealing her shaved pussy. Her knees were bent, allowing her feet to be in the shot still, closer to the camera. She flexed her toes forwards and backwards, showing her nails then her soles, while in the background she was spreading her pussy lips apart with her hands. Suddenly Christy looked at her bare feet in real life, which still had the same light blue nail polish on as in the video. She resumed her place on the couch in the back corner of the room and tucked her feet under herself as she sat down, trying to hide her toenails. She tried to remember all the humiliating things she had done in this video. She saw herself bring one of her feet up toward her face, saw her face dip down just low enough to show her mouth, saw her putting her big toe in and sucking on it. She had forgotten about that. It was another one of those things she hadn't wanted to do but ended up caving on at Ryan's insistence. She rested a hand on her face now, trying to nonchalantly cover her mouth, hiding her lips. The video continued for over half an hour more. Ryan let the whole thing play out. The guys continued their conversations and didn't pay super close attention to it, but still it was there, and whenever something noteworthy happened they would all pay attention to it again and provide crude commentary. She went through two more strong glasses of alcohol. Eventually the alcohol made her slightly numb to the experience, and she just sat calmly as the camera zoomed in close on her vagina, and some of the guys made comments about her "butterfly lips," as they called them. She started to think that some of the guys were sneaking peeks at her every now and then, glancing at the video then at her suspiciously, but she knew she was just being paranoid. Twice during this whole experience she had to get up and go to the bathroom in order to wipe her pussy out with toilet paper. It was getting so wet that she was worried it would leak out of her shorts. She was mortified the whole time and yet, she had to admit, driven to a level of lust she had almost never felt before. The old familiar dilemma. Part of her wanted to shut her legs tight, crawl into a hole and never come out, and the other part of her wanted to go out there right now completely naked and spread herself wide for them all on the coffee table, letting them all come up and see every little detail of her up close. She imagined all of them just picking her up and roughly having their way with her, all at the same time. She suddenly noticed that she was rubbing her clit while sitting on the toilet. She wiped one more time and flushed. These thoughts. She must really be drunk. It was after 3 am before the party finally wound down. She tumbled, only half conscious, up the stairs to their bedroom, Ryan right behind her. As soon as he shut the door behind him he pushed her onto the bed, pulling off her shirt in the same motion. She was receptive and began making out with him, but also slurring "I can't...believe...you did that to me..." at the same time. He ripped off her bra, then her shorts and her completely saturated panties. These he took and stuffed them in her mouth, filling her mouth with her own slime. "Clearly you loved it, you little slut." He lifted her legs up and sank into her pussy with no further preamble, his cock sliding in with absolutely no resistance. Christy fell into a crazed, semi-lucid fuck haze. They screwed passionately for what felt like hours, and Christy in her horny, booze-fueled stupor did whatever he asked at all, things she had never done. She felt like her limitations and reservations were completely gone at this moment. Even when she blearily noted that Ryan was holding his camera, directly filming her deepthroat his cock until tears streamed down her face, she continued. She didn't know how long the camera had been out, nor did she care at this point. Ryan continued recording, getting what was by far his best footage yet. And all of it included her sweet face. To be continued.