As she moved with the rest of the girls and climbed the stairs onto the stage, Chloe had to admit that she felt just a tiny bit nervous. Butterflies in the tummy, she told herself, that’s all it is. Maybe… She knew that she had the skills to get the part, that she had been running the sample lines Piotr had provided to her with Dylan over and over and over again for the past two weeks until she could recite them by memory, that she had done this a dozen times before – unsuccessfully, she had to admit – and so it should be no big deal. I know what to do, and I know what they’re looking for, she reminded herself as she allowed herself to be ‘placed’ by the no-name production assistant in line between some buck-toothed blonde on her left and Jessie-fucking-Connolly on her right.
So why am I so nervous? she wondered as she turned and squinted into the glare of the spotlights. She knew why, really, even if she didn’t want to admit it… even though it was just a bit part, she SO wanted this role!
For as long as she could remember she wanted to be an actress. Her mother told her that it started when she was three and sat mesmerized by something on the television – a show she couldn’t recall starring a teenage girl she couldn’t quite visualize, and how the very next day she announced that she was going to do what the girl on the screen did. For the next three years she put on little plays for her parents and Dylan and Lisa (although she knew that her big sister SO didn’t want to be there!), childish little productions that she wrote and scored and staged and costumed and EVERYTHING! But it helped her build her dream, helped her learn, so that by the time she was in the first grade she was involved with every school production that was even proposed for her class. And now after four years she just knew she was ready, ready to take the leap from amateur things starring kids who were SO unprofessional to real commercials and plays and movies and television shows…
“Number four, step forward!” The voice of the casting director was deep and gravelly and sounded more than a little bored, and one of her competitors – a girl with frizzy blonde hair who looked painfully skinny to the point of starvation, in her opinion – stepped forward from her place in line a few spots down. C’mon, she mentally begged the unseen audience lurking behind the glare blinding her, call number eleven, call me! She felt the tickle of a bead of sweat running from the back of her neck down between her shoulder blades and fought the urge to scratch, instead fixing a brilliant smile on her face and tried not to fidget.
The skinny blonde girl – What was her name? she mused distantly. Ellen? Erin? – was sent back into the line while Jessie-fucking-Connolly was called out, and as the slutty nine-year-old strutted forward Chloe managed to hide her sneer. Rumor had it that the redhead was actually using her pre-teen body to land roles, had actually given up her virginity to score a spot front-and-center in a pointless and forgettable toy commercial that aired during Christmas. Slut, the pigtailed blonde mentally spat in her direction… but she couldn’t really fault her, not too much. It was the way that the game was played, and she knew deep down that the plum roles went to the girls who were ‘friendly’ to the production staff. She hadn’t done anything, so far – but maybe that explained why Jessie had scored two commercials and an extra role on a sitcom in its first season (and not likely to continue on to a second), while she was still trying to land her first professional, paying gig…
The casting producers had Jessie give a little spin and Chloe once more felt her heart pound in her chest as she flushed with a tiny bit of embarrassment. She felt a bit like a hypocrite judging Jessie, especially given the outfit that Piotr had advised she put on for the audition. The skirt slung low around her narrow hips was SHORT, little more than a six-inch swath of flimsy material that fluttered as she moved and did nothing to prevent cold breezes from washing across her butt, while the pink tank-top with the butterflies and the declaration that she was a FAIRY GIRL! was WAY too small and WAY too tight and barely fell to just under her ribs. The effect exposed more of her skin than she had ever exposed before, and she felt like she was on display, that everyone was looking at HER, judging HER, whispering that SHE was the one who put out, which so wasn’t true but the way she was dressed made her feel like it might be…
It’s not fair, I’ve barely done anything! she whined as she willed the faint blush in her cheeks and neck to fade through sheer willpower. She knew that William was eager to do a LOT more with her but she was determined to be a good girl, to not give in to the little hints he was dropping when they were alone. Oh, she had given up a tiny bit, sure – but letting a boy put his hands on your butt while you’re kissing wasn’t that bad, and if she had to be honest she felt a little grown-up and daring when she allowed him to put his hand up under her shirt when they were making out after school on Wednesday. If she thought about it too much she could imagine that she could still feel his hand against her chest, feel the heat of his palm against her stiff nipple and feel the wicked, scary twisting that his touch had caused deep down low in her tummy, and a part of her wanted to do it again even as she was terrified to do more…
“Number eleven, step forward!” With a tiny start Chloe tore herself back into the present, and as Jessie was stepping back into place she slid forward. Concentrate, smile! she ordered herself as she struck a well-practiced pose at the edge of the stage – one foot slightly in front of the other, pop out one hip while placing her palm on the other, cocking her head to one side as she grinned into the blinding light. She could feel them staring at her, feel their eyes sliding up and down her ten-year-old body, and she tried to ignore her discomfort even as she tried to ignore their whispered comments.
“What’s wrong with her face?” a voice asked. “It doesn’t look… right.”
“Pigtails,” another remarked with more than a hint of contempt. “How original.”
“No hint of tits,” commented a third. “We’d lose the eyes of boys twelve and up.”
“Turn, please,” the casting producer told her, and even though she felt like crying inside Chloe kept her face bright and sunny and happy as she twirled, a single rotation that caused her skirt to flutter up a little higher and she KNEW gave them a quick flash of her butt. “Her ass is tight,” she heard him say as she settled back into place. “That’s a plus.”
“We’ve already got four blondes in the call-back,” the second voice replied. “We should really add that redhead to the list, if only for diversity.”
“If you want diversity,” Number One remarked, “then we should get some ethnic girls. Something exotic, like an Asian girl or a dot-Indian.” The ten-year-old felt their eyes raking up and down her tiny body and she tried to maintain her composure as they judged her. “It’s too bad she’s white and blonde, a dime a dozen. With her weird face she’d work if she wasn’t white.”
“Thank you, step back,” the producer ordered.
Chloe tried not to cry as she returned to the line and felt yet another role slipping away. It’s not fair! she sobbed inside even though she didn’t let a hint of her true feelings show. I’m a good actress, I can do this! Why won’t they pick me?!? As the casting producer called forward number fifteen, a brown-haired girl about her age who had cheated by wearing this bright, shiny pink gloss that made her lips look puffy and made for kissing (or other things – she’d heard the rumors of what some girls did), the ten-year-old kept smiling, kept pretending that she was happy even though she was dying inside yet again
Chloe felt the horror well up inside of her, a madness that threatened to rise higher and higher until it washed away everything that she was and all she would be able to do was shriek at what had happened, what had been done to her, what she had done. Her body, her no-longer-pure and innocent ten-year-old body, was coated with pints quarts gallons of cum, the seed of dozens of men and boys who had used her as a fuck-toy, a hole in which to deposit their jism, and she had welcomed it, begged for them to do it, to treat her like shit, like she was just something to be fucked and thrown away, and she couldn’t understand why they wanted to use her immature body or why she wanted to be used like that. The stuff on her skin was bad enough but she could feel more, so much more boy-cum inside of her, in her ass and in her mouth and filling her tummy and filling her pussy, filling her womb with so much that she felt like her belly was all puffy, and it flowed, it oozed out of her because there was just too much and she was sitting in a pool of the stuff and it was on her face and in her hair and she felt filthy and a howl of pure insanity bubbled up and she balled her tiny fists so tight that she could feel her fingernails dig into her palms and opened her mouth to wail, just start screaming and never stop, never stop, never ever stop...
Stop!
She froze as the voice cut through her hysteria like a knife, the single command freezing her in place. Somehow she managed to turn her head and looked in Emma, the coed dressed plainly and simply in her jeans and Laredo University sweatshirt, sitting up against the wall next to her and regarding her with a neutral, impassive gaze. “What…” she choked in a quavering voice.
If you freak out, if you start screaming, they’ll know again, the coed remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. And if they find out that you’re you again, then they’ll take you away. And you’ll become a cum-craving slut once more.
“They raped me,” Chloe whispered, her voice hitching slightly as she stumbled over the truth of what had happened. “They raped me, I didn’t, I don’t want to do it…”
Yes, they raped you, Emma agreed. And you loved it. You begged for it. The college girl glanced around the room and then returned her attention back to Chloe, a corner of her mouth curling up in an ironic smirk. Well, the you that they want you to be loved and begged for it. That’s the way things are, here.
Chloe felt her slimy brow furrow in confusion as a sudden thought occurred to her… Emma was speaking but she wasn’t moving her lips, wasn’t actually talking, yet the ten-year-old could hear her plainly. That’s not right, she thought. “How can I hear you if you aren’t talking?” she asked in a whisper.
Emma peered at her closer, and she smirked once more. Why do you think I can do that? she ‘said,’ her words plain and actually sounding a bit amused as her lips never moved. Think. You already know the answer.
She didn’t know, wasn’t sure, couldn’t be sure – but a distant memory cut through the sex-fog in her mind and she realized that she did indeed know the truth. “You’re an Archon,” she stated in a small, terrified voice that was barely audible even to her own ears.
Got it on the first try. Not bad, little lezzie... there might be hope for you yet. Emma glanced around the basement again, and then quickly leaned a bit closer. Listen close, because you don’t have time to fuck around. I reversed what the others did, but…
“How did…”
Fine, Emma stated as a tiny look of annoyance flashed across her face. You wanna go back to being a pre-teen cum dumpster, I’ll just leave. Have fun being a mindless, cum-guzzling fuck-toy for the rest of your life, cunt.
“No, please,” Chloe quickly whimpered as her heart pounded in her chest and she reached out a pleading hand in the girl’s direction. “Don’t go, I’ll be good and listen…”
The Archon peered at her for a heartbeat and then gave a little nod. Okay. We’ll talk later, and I’ll answer some questions then. But right now you’ve gotta deal with some major problems. You need to get out of this little orgy and you need to find Hanna, and you need to do both without letting anyone else know that you’re you again. That’s the most important part, Emma emphasized as she leaned in a bit closer. If the others discover what I’ve done then that’s it… They won’t just wipe you out, they just might kill you.
The little girl wanted to ask why the Archons had done it, why was she being singled out by everyone, but she pushed her questions down and instead tried to concentrate on the present. “How can I do that?” she whispered.
Take a look around, Emma suggested. Look at the other girls. Look close.
Slowly Chloe turned her gaze back to the party, not wanting to see the horror around her but desperate to understand. Just ten feet in front of her Missy knelt in the inflatable pool, her face pressed into the inch-deep puddle of jism at the bottom as a teenage boy gripped her hips and speared into her ass, and as the frightened girl watched Missy arched her back and moaned, her delicate features obscured by the thick mask of sticky, gleaming sperm covering her face and dripping from her chin. Beyond her Chloe could only see Erin’s lower legs and feet as the skinny blonde girl was raped in both her ass and pussy at the same time, but she could hear her friend’s gasps and moans and oinks and snorts as she continued to imitate a pig. To her left Wendy’s face was an alarming shade of red as the man sawing in and out of her cunny used one hand to choke her while he violently twisted one tiny nipple with the other, while next to the snack table Ashley was lost in the throes of lust as she violently humped her narrow hips up and down so fast that Chloe could only catch fleeting glimpses of the thick cock buried in her pussy but the splatters of boy-goo on her face and flat chest and in her hair and on her arms and shoulders and thighs told the ten-year-old that the brown-haired girl had already enjoyed the attentions of dozens of guys. To her right Dawn lay passed out on the weight bench, her arms and legs dangling limp as a very young-looking boy raped her helpless body… Beth and Anna lay side-by-side as each took one guy in their pussies and a second in their mouths… Harper moaning as another guy slid into her ass, a look of pain on her face as she squirmed her shoulders and tried to lessen the pressure on her joints from the cord locking her elbows together behind her back…
It was horrible, it was revolting, and the sight of what her friends were doing made her want to throw up – but she pushed her feelings down, pushed them away and did what Emma had told her to do. She looked closely, peering at each girl’s face as her blue orbs flicked from perversion to perversion… and then she stiffened as she saw it. “Their eyes,” she whispered softly, “it’s like there’s nothing there! It looks like they’re empty or something!”
Right. Emma’s ‘voice’ contained a hint of approval. That’s because, right now, they are empty. Right now they’re just puppets doing what the others want them to do. The coed leaned closer as her face took on an intense look, and Chloe almost shrank back from the ferocity in her eyes. Some of them might remember bits and pieces if the others want them to remember, but usually they don’t. Think of it like there’s two people in one body… a normal girl, and a turbo slut who does sick sex stuff. And right now, she concluded, if you want to get out of here then you have to pretend to be a turbo slut. And you can’t show off the fact that you can remember, or want anything more than to have a guy fuck you and pop off in your cunt. Hanna might be okay to talk to, but don’t trust anyone else. Otherwise…
As Emma trailed off Chloe tore her attention away from the orgy and back to the coed – and was almost shocked to see that she could see through the girl! The Archon was fading away before her eyes, slowly dissolving almost as if she were a ghost vanishing back into the somewhere that she normally lived. “Wait, please,” she hissed in quiet desperation, “help me!”
I’ve already done what I’m going to do, little lezzie, Emma replied in a cool, almost bored tone, and she simply stared at Chloe as if she were a bit disappointed. If you manage to survive we’ll talk again. If not, well… The coed glanced around one last time and then she was gone completely, with only an invisible presence left that the ten-year-old could feel as proof that she ever was there. Remember, her voice added softly, get out of here, find Hanna, and don’t let any of the others know that you know. If you fuck up, too bad… I’ve already done more than I should, and I won’t be doing this again.
And then even the feeling was gone, and she was all alone.
Chloe took half a minute to gather herself, her mind a whirl of fear and determination and hopelessness and disgust and terror and everything all at once. Get out of here, that’s first, she mused as she wiped some of the cool, sticky spunk from around her eyes and tried not to gag as the thick, musky, well-used little-girl stink of her own body filled her nostrils. In front of her a boy who looked younger than she was grabbed a handful of Missy’s sticky, sperm-soaked hair and shoved the redhead’s face back into the disgusting puddle beneath her, while the boy fucking Dawn pushed off the unconscious girl and stepped away only to be replaced by a new rapist, and Harper was chanting softly that she wanted to be raped over and over again as a new boy slid his cock into her pre-teen pussy. Get out, and pretend like you don’t know. She didn’t know if she could do it… but if she didn’t, she knew, just somehow instinctively knew that she would never leave Missy’s basement ever again. And the thought of living like this, of doing nothing more ever again but getting fucked by dozens, thousands, millions of guys for the rest of her life made her more afraid than anything else – and that was what helped her to act.
Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her at the moment so she took the opportunity to take stock of just how much she had been abused. Her hips and shoulders ached, a dull grind of overuse that seemed to tell her that her arms and legs had been twisted until her joints had strained, but she could still move them so she didn’t think it was that bad. Her throat ached as if she had a cold or something while her cunny and asshole felt rubbed raw, but those discomforts were nothing compared to the stinging, burning feeling from her nipples, which evidently the guys who had raped her seemed to almost enjoy twisting and pulling and pinching until they stung from the abuse and practically glowed red. But it was the glaze on her skin that grossed her out the most… Emma had said that she had been fucked by thirty-seven different guys and though she couldn’t actually remember it she just somehow knew that half of them squirted their boy-stuff on her naked body instead of inside, and the sheer amount of stuff clinging to her flesh made her feel filthy. It was everywhere – on her thighs, on her bare mound and belly and flat chest, on her collarbone and face and in her hair, the stuff seemed to just soak into her blonde pigtails and plaster them to whatever her locks lay against like a glue, and it was sticky and gross and disgusting and she felt so dirty and so wanted to wash herself off! I should be happy that some of them jizzed ON me instead of IN me, she admitted as she pushed down the hysteria that welled up inside of her once more and tried to wipe some of the stuff from her chest, an action that did little other than smear the stuff across her skin even more. The fewer who cum in my pussy, the less of a chance I’ll get preggo! It made her feel sick but it was an option, the only one that she could see… If she didn’t want to get knocked up like Jennifer, she’d have to do anything she could to take the boy-cum anywhere but in her pussy!
As a strange man who looked old enough to be her grandfather stepped past her to offer his stiff cock to the sex-crazed Ashley (who didn’t hesitate to wrap her puffy lips around his shaft even as she bucked like a wild horse on top of the guy she was already fucking), Chloe took the opportunity to slowly roll onto her hands and knees, trying to ignore the vile feeling as the movement of her body forced a thick glob of boy-spunk to ooze from her well-fucked pussy. She darted her gaze around the room and tried to find a path, some way that would allow her to avoid the notice of the army of men fucking the little girls, and tried not to groan in frustration as she realized that there was none. Her mind raced, trying to think of a plan… and then, almost like magic, she knew what she had to do.
Chloe plastered a stupid, stoned smile on her face and half-crawled, half wormed her way towards the kiddie pool, trying to force down the wave of nausea that her idea had raised in her tummy. The guy buttfucking Missy had finished up and her next rapist had rolled her onto her back to take advantage of her ten-year-old slit, and as the blonde reached the edge of the pool she watched as he almost yanked her legs open and shoved his cock inside the gasping birthday girl without hesitation or care. “Ah!” the redhead gasp/moaned as she arched her back and scrabbled helplessly in the inch-thick spunk pool beneath her. “Yeah! Harder!” She raised her head and Chloe could see the vacant look in her eyes as the little girl grasped her own legs just above the knees and pulled her legs open wider. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeEEee!!!” she begged, her words decaying into a guttural squeal as the teenage boy pistoned in and out of the birthday girl.
Somehow she managed to overcome her disgust and forced herself to move, and without any outward hint of hesitation Chloe place her palms in the stinky pool of cum and leaned over the moaning redhead. There was so much stuff in the bottom that her hands sank beneath the surface almost instantly to her wrists but she put it out of her mind, pushed the feeling of the slimy stuff on her skin away as brought her face down to Missy’s. The redhead didn’t even flinch as Chloe kissed her but instead brought one dripping arm up and over the back of her neck, parting her lips and flicking her sperm-soaked tongue into the blonde’s mouth. Ew so gross so gross I’M GONNA PUKE… The taste in her mouth was revolting but she pretended, pretended that she didn’t even notice, pretended that she didn’t notice the presence of someone kneeling behind her or the hands on her hips or the rounded cockhead bumping up against her pre-teen slit…
Shit! Chloe scrambled to think as her plan of acting like a nympho slut to prevent drawing attention to herself began to crumble. Not in the pussy, no more in my pussy! Almost instinctively she arched her back like a cat, moving her hips down to present another target, one that she didn’t want to provide but was far better than the alternative… and the stranger behind her took the bait. She felt his thumbs dig into her butt-flesh and pull her apart, and then the cockhead was nosing against the tight pucker of her asshole, and the ten-year-old hissed into Missy’s mouth as the pressure increased, grew more intense, and then she actually did give a tiny little scream of pain as she felt her hole stretch far wider than it was ever designed to do and he was inside of her. Hurts hurts oh GOD it hurts so MUCH… Tears sprang to life in the corners of her screwed-shut eyes and she sobbed as an inch, two inches, three inches of man-cock was shoved into her butt, and she trembled as he pulled out and slid back in further, and it was so disgusting that the cum already in her butt made him slide in easier and out even easier four inches, five inches, and then his balls were resting against her stinging slit and he had all six inches buried inside of her little-girl butthole and it hurt SO MUCH she thought she was going to tear open…
“Damn,” she distantly heard the guy behind her laugh as he set up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out and in and out and in and out, “this little cunt’s ass is tight!” He thrust his hips forward and she slipped on the cum-pool, toppling forward to splat fully across Missy’s body as her forehead splashed into the stinky white stuff in which the redhead lay. “You need to tap this!”
“N… nah,” she heard another voice grunt, and as she half-turned her head to try to keep the spunk out of her nose and mouth she peered through her one clear eye to see the man raping Missy reply with a grin. “I’ve already fucked the little slut. She loves it in her pussy.”
“I hear she’s trying to get knocked up,” a third voice – young, boyish, and out of sight to her single rolling eye – remarked. The voice took on a thicker grate as though whoever was speaking was being physical. “She’s like obsessed with it, and… she’s… fuckin’ every boy… in school!”
“I should drag her into the locker room at school,” the guy in her ass commented. He lay on top of her fully, thrusting deep into her screaming asshole and pinning her to the edge of the inflatable pool. “There’re at least thirty guys who’ll be happy… to pin her down… and do the… job!”
As she felt him tense he pushed himself as deep as he could, and it was all she could do to not sob as the hot, wet spurts of his cum filled her butt. Pretend, she repeated as she forced herself to moan through the corner of her mouth and wriggle her ass as if she loved the attention. She could feel the pool-cum coating the side of her face and gumming up her ear, could feel Missy buck weakly beneath her as she came, hear the cruel laughter as each rapist tried to one-up the next being creative in the ways they would abuse her ten-year-old body if given the chance… Don’t tell, pretend, just take it! she commanded her little-girl soul to do. They’ll kill you, they’ll rape you to death if they know! She willed herself to leave her body, to be as impassive and neutral as Emma had been, to just not feel. That’s not me, she lied as her rapist pushed off of her, pulling his cock out of her gaping asshole with a vile, wet burbling noise. That’s someone else. That’s not happening to me. She hated herself for doing it but she surrendered to her instincts, let Slut-Chloe take over and run things in order to get through her torment as she merely tagged along for the ride.
Slut-Chloe didn’t disappoint her… The ten-year-old merely sat aside and waited as her instinctive self opened her lips and lapped at the cum-pool in which she were laying, giving a tiny little stoned murmur of happiness as she slurped up a mouthful of the disgusting stuff. She felt herself raise her gleaming masked face and smile as she swallowed, and then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show a pair of twin teenagers waiting their turn with Missy what she had done. “Cum…” she droned weakly before giving her lips a little lick, “love cum!” She heard them laugh as her head ducked down for another mouthful, and then another, happy that it was someone else who was guzzling the vile stew of a hundred different guys and not her. They’ll like seeing that, she knew as Slut-Chloe displayed all of her slut skills and she ran her tongue across one of Missy’s stiff little nipples before ducking her face down to slurp up another mouthful of spunk. They’ll buy I’m nothing but a mindless slut! Her stomach was roiling and she swallowed one last time as she gasped for air, but somehow she kept her meal down. Easily a big glass worth of stuff, she mused as she leaned back and ran her palms down her nude little-girl body, smearing the jism on her skin as she darted both hands down between her thighs. “A slut, I’m just a slut,” she murmured as she tried to ignore the wet squelching of her sticky flesh and moaned deep as she mimed masturbating. She hunched her hips as she bent back down to kiss Missy once more, and felt a tiny flash of wicked happiness that it only looked like she was fingering herself. Just buy it, just ignore me…
Her performance evidently satisfied the men and boys because nobody else seemed interested in raping her at the moment, so she hinted to Slut-Chloe that it might be time to act. Carefully Slut-Chloe pushed her body upright once more and moved slowly so as not to slip in the cum-pool again, and spat one last mouthful of pool-stuff straight into Missy’s open mouth. The body she was in felt weak and wobbly and as she rose to her knees she could feel the sticky seed from her last rapist dribbling out of her repuckering asshole and down her legs, but she balanced herself with one tiny hand on the edge of the pool as she pushed up onto her feet. The entire right side of her body was soaked with jism, dripping from her face and arm and shoulder and hip and onto the floor but Slut-Chloe pushed it all out of her mind as she staggered towards the stairs. Keep going, real-Chloe encouraged, not allowing herself to hope that it might almost be over. Drunk stoned fuck-toy, everyone’s already used her. No need to stop her. Go fuck another drunk stoned fuck-toy, she willed the universe.
And beyond all hope it worked. As she felt her foot grace the first step she banished Slut-Chloe back to the deepest part of her mind and took control once again, allowing herself a tiny, barely-audible whimper of pure shame and humiliation for what she had done, what had been done to her. Another step, and then a third, and she spared a glance into the basement just before she lost sight of the nightmare. Ashley rolled off of the guy she was fucking and straight onto another, not even hesitating as she rammed her cum-oozing slit onto the fresh cock… Wendy sobbed as the harsh CRACK! of a palm slapping across her face echoed throughout the room but her rapist didn’t even hesitate to yank her back upright by her dark hair as he forced his cockhead between her blubbering lips… Harper almost limp and barely moving as a guy rolled her over and clambered between her splayed thighs and spearing into her with a single thrust… Dawn’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull and a thin dribble of drool leaking from the corner of her slack lips as the anonymous man tensed and emptied the contents of his balls into her drugged nine-year-old body… Erin gripped the back of the couch as she knelt and offered her pre-teen ass to yet another random guy, still insisting she was a piggy… Missy wallowed in the cum-pool, every square inch of her prepubescent body a gleaming mess as she scooped up handfuls of the stuff and poured it over her upturned face… Beth and Anna shared a revolting kiss as one lay atop the other and three boys she recognized from school jerked off while standing over them…
And then her view was cut off and she was at the door. Okay, she advised herself as she paused and took a quiet, shuddering breath, willing her heart to slow down a bit. There were a bunch of guys raping Mrs. Murphy, so I need to be careful. And Hanna’s… The thought of the teenager made her spirit lift just a bit, and she managed to stand just a bit straighter as she used one hand to wipe some of the sperm off her body. Hanna’s in the pantry, only a few feet away. I just can’t get caught! She took another deep breath to steady her nerves, and then slowly, silently, turned the knob and cracked the door.
“Fuck me,” a woman’s droning, emotionless voice – Mrs. Murphy’s, Chloe recognized – slid into her ears the second that she opened the door. Missy’s mother lay limp on the kitchen table, her wrists bound to the wooden legs near her dangling head while her ankles were being held wide apart by a pair of men, and a third lay atop her body and thrust his hips forward and back. “Fuck me, rape me,” she mumbled, her words containing no emotion and sounding almost as if she were simply bored and reading a script. “I deserve it I deserve it I need this…” Another four men were standing nude around the kitchen, and the ten-year-old watched and waited, waited, waited until the guy raping Mrs. Murphy tensed and groaned and everyone’s attention was pulled to the redhead on the table and then she moved, silently slipping through the door and across the six feet to the pantry and ducking inside and closing that door once more, her pulse roaring in her ears and terrified that she’d be noticed and raped one more time…
It was dark in the pantry, an inky blackness that was only cut with a tiny little strip of light that shone under the door, and Chloe took a few seconds to try to bring her breathing back under control. It smelled warm and musty and she could feel the narrowness of the room, and deep in the back, hiding in the darkness, there was another person. The little girl heard quiet sobbing of pain, a feminine whimper of shame and humiliation that matched her own, but she wasn’t afraid because she knew who it was. “Hanna?" she whispered softly as she took a wobbly step deeper into the pantry.
“C… Chloe?” The teenager’s voice sounded rough and weak, and Chloe could sense her moving slightly in the darkness. “Chloe, please be you…”
“Hanna!” She didn’t hesitate but instead took two more big steps and then she was in Hanna’s arms, hugging the sixteen-year-old tightly as she buried her face into the older girl’s bare chest. Then she allowed her tears to come and she sobbed, softly wailing in loss and horror and terror as she felt Hanna’s arms around her body. “Where were you, I couldn’t find you…” the ten-year-old sniffled.
“I was being raped,” Hanna whispered sadly, her words sounding as if she didn’t even want to acknowledge the truth. “Over and over again, by dozens of guys. And they made me have sex with animals. And I couldn’t stop it.” Chloe felt Hanna press her face into her cum-soaked hair and was shocked to feel her idol trembling as she too started to sob. “I was delivering pizzas here tonight, and this tall black guy tore off my shirt ‘n bra and pulled down my pants and he raped me. I think I’m pregnant now,” says in a morose, sickened tone, “and I’m not sure who the father is.”
“This is Hell,” Chloe moaned. Even though she felt warm in Hanna’s embrace she shivered. “I can’t do this anymore, I just want to die...”
“Don’t, please,” the teenager begged. “You’re the only one who’s like me, I can’t lose you! We have to survive, somehow, and figure out how to stop this. Please, don’t leave me alone…”
Chloe didn’t have anything to say, but instead just hugged Hanna tight as both of them cried the quiet tears of victims in the darkness.
She leaned against the support pillar in the food court with a look plastered on her face that she hoped appeared properly empty and brought her lips back to the straw. The ten-year-old used one finger to hold it in place as she mimed bobbing her head up and down for a moment before actually taking a sip, the soda icy cold as it flowed down her throat and helping (she hopefully imagined) to wash away the last remaining traces of her gang rape at Missy’s party yesterday. Of course the suck-on-the-straw wasn’t for her benefit but rather for the two men sitting at the table to her left, two forgettable guys in khakis and dress shirts with nametags that screamed Minimum-Wage Salesman who had been mentally undressing her with their eyes practically the second she had walked into the icy mall. Yes, that’s right, she mentally willed the pair, look but don’t touch. You want someone a bit older. Someone with tits. She wasn’t sure if it was working or not but the pair didn’t seem ready to make a move on her, something she appreciated – especially considering the sheer amount of skin she was showing.
After she had found Hanna the rest of the night seemed to pass in a blur that she could barely remember. The pair of them had simply held each other in the dark pantry and cried, and for the first time in a long while Chloe felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The sperm-soaked little blonde tried to speak but she just couldn’t find the words – every single thing she could think of saying brought the memories of how she had been acting, what she’d been forced to do, who she’d been forced to do rushing back into her conscious mind and she would break down again. And then it all began to happen the same way that it had happened the last time… The sex-sounds in the kitchen had faded and Missy’s sister called for Hanna once more.
“Fuck,” the sixteen-year-old muttered miserably, “I gotta go.”
“No!” Chloe sobbed and gripped the teenager tighter, a flash of terror welling up inside her soul. “Please, don’t leave me…”
“I have to,” Hanna said. She gave the crying ten-year-old a squeeze and then pulled the girl’s arms from around her waist, and then turned on the overhead light. “Remember, we have to pretend that this is normal,” she said, “that we don’t know. Otherwise…”
“This weekend? Please?” Chloe tried to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand but only succeeded in smearing more jism across her face.
“Sure. After all,” the teenager added with what Chloe thought was a sad smile, “we got together last time. Hey,” she suddenly added as her hands darted to the pocket of her shorts and pulling out a small baggie filled with pills, “I’ve got something. Take these.”
“What are they?”
“They… help.” Hanna stared at the baggie with an intensity that Chloe had never seen before, shuddered, and pressed them into the ten-year-old’s hand. “They make it so that being… raped… isn’t too bad. And you can still be you.”
“I can’t,” Chloe sniffed sadly. “I have to be a slut…”
“Smart!” Hanna gave her a quick hug as Leila called for her again and then pushed the little girl away. “Use that, make a slut-version of yourself that can do what you don’t want to do. It’s…” The teenager paused and actually paled a little bit as a sick look crossed her face and she swallowed. “It’s how I was able to… do… what they made me do. Just survive, try not to think about it, and we’ll connect. And don’t let anyone know you know!” And then without another word she slipped out of the pantry.
Chloe didn’t know what else to do. She knew that the last time she had returned to the party and tried not to pretend that everything was normal even though all the other girls were naked and covered in boy-stuff, but she just couldn’t go back down there, not after what she’d been forced to do! “Home,” she whimpered miserably as she sank to the floor and hugged her knees, the baggie gripped tightly in one hand as she cried and tried not to think about the cum that was oozing out of her pussy and ass. “I wanna go home. I can’t go back, please don’t make me,” she begged as she felt herself just give up and fade away…
She didn’t remember how she had got to her bedroom but she awoke back in her bed, still filthy with the seed of a hundred guys dried and flaky on her body and her hair so matted she thought she might have to cut it all off, and she could still taste of the boy-stuff in the back of her throat. Hanna’s advice flashed into her mind and she forced herself to calm down, to take stock, to try to think. I can’t let anyone know, so that means I have to fuck today, she reasoned as she reached for the baggie on her nightstand. She said these can help. Sitting up she dry-swallowed one, and by the time she had managed to dangle her feet over the edge of the bed it began to take effect. Her bedroom took on an almost fuzzy quality and she could feel a soft, warm sensation spreading through her body even as the pain in her battered body faded to a light ache, and she felt vaguely human once more. It was a bit difficult to walk, though – for some weird reason the entire house seemed to tilt to the left, and she couldn’t help but give a tiny little giggle as she missed the door and bumped up against the wall the first time she tried to leave her room. Oh, wow, she mentally slurred as she finally managed to stagger into the bathroom, this stuff is SO gonna help!
A quick run through the shower and the outside evidence of her perversions of the previous night were gone and her fuzziness had settled into a warm, vaguely horny feeling that made her able to face the day. Okay, Emma said that I have to pretend like I’m still a total slutbag, she mused with a tiny frown on her face as she used both of her hands to wash between her legs. The soap actually stung her down there a little bit, the fleeting pain acting to remind her of who she had to seem to be to the outside world. That means I have to keep fucking. She moved the bar up her tummy and past her flat chest and paused for a moment as the water cascaded over her form when her fingertips grazed the butterfly charms of her necklace. I didn’t even remember this thing, she reasoned as her frown grew a bit deeper. But it does tell me what I need to do. “Need to do,” she whispered as a dull wave of sadness rolled through her soul. She didn’t want to do it, she didn’t want to be a slut and a whore… But if she wanted to be anything more that a fuck-toy for anyone and everyone and find some way to stop it, she would have to pretend. “Just do it,” she told herself sadly as she resumed her washing, “it won’t be so bad. At least you’ll still be you.” Her eyes felt hot and wet but she wasn’t sure if it was the cascading water of the shower or her own tears of humiliation for who she would have to pretend to be.
Bath time was over far too soon, and she screwed up her courage as she dried off. The cool air of the hallway was tempered by the warmth of the drugs so it wasn’t too bad, and within minutes she was in Dylan’s bedroom, in Dylan’s bed, her legs spread as wide as she could manage and her hands gripping the rails of his headboard as he fucked her. The stuff Hanna had given her helped a lot, made her actually not mind the idea of sleeping with her brother a little bit, to feel his weight on top of her and his cock sawing in and out of her stinging pussy, and to her surprise she actually felt her body surging towards an orgasm as she gasped and moaned and begged for him to do it, to shoot his stuff into her tummy, drawing on her memories of the dozens of times with him to say the words, do the things, and act how he preferred her to be. When he tensed and pressed his cock all the way inside of her she shivered, and when he groaned and she felt the wetness deep in her guts as he spurted his brotherly cum into her sisterly pussy she too came, a low, languid orgasm that roiled on for nearly a minute and barely seemed real. She had done it… but through it all there was a part of her mind, a part of her that remained her own, and she knew that even though she hated it the sex was just something she had to do if she wanted to stay herself. When he finally rolled off and gave her a slap across the face while telling her to leave she obeyed like a good little whore, and as she staggered from his room she managed to hide the fleeting flash of happiness that arced through her soul as she left. I did it, she acknowledged with a tiny secret smile as she used a wad of toilet paper to wipe the sticky spunk oozing from her cunny and swallowed another Pill to take the edge off of her shame. He bought it!
She didn’t even question who or how or why when she returned to her bedroom and saw her outfit for the day, and even though she was aware that the extra-tight low-cut jeans and four-inch wide knit tube top that would make her look extra-slutty but she put them on anyway, adding a pair of tiny white ankle socks and old pink sneakers over her tiny feet to complete the ensemble. It felt weird… when she sat down at her desk to twist her hair into a pair of braids dangling from the back of her head (something that she just somehow knew that THEY wanted) she felt the hard seam of her jeans dig roughly into her sensitive, freshly-fucked cunny, and she knew that her discomfort would only get worse as the day wore on. I wish I were allowed to wear panties, she thought sourly while keeping her face neutral as she peered into the mirror and gave her braids a little tug. But don’t say a word, just pretend… You HAVE to find out how to stop this! “Just survive,” she ordered her reflection, peering into her own tired-looking blue eyes as she willed herself to act like Slut-Chloe to prevent anyone from realizing the truth.
She barely registered the sex-sounds coming from Lisa’s room as she made her way to the stairs, but actually leaving the house was a bit more problematic. Chloe paused at the bottom as she heard even more sex-sounds in the living room, and a quick dart of her head around the corner to see gave her the image of more than a dozen men surrounding her mother, who seemed to be doing her best to sexually satisfy all of them at the same time. The drug made her want to slip on in and help, to pull down her jeans and offer her skinny ass to whichever of the towering, menacing men wished to use her, but her conscious mind reminded her of her mission and she knew that if she entered the gangbang she would probably waste the entire day being filled by cock and soaked with jizz, and she had far more important things to do. Fortunately slipping past wasn’t as difficult as she thought it would be – the strange black man sawing in and out of her mother’s grown-up pussy stiffened and buried himself as deep as he could, and as he came Amanda herself stiffened and gave a shuddering cry of release as she climaxed at the same time. Her noise and squirming, nude body drew her “dates’” attention, and the second they turned their attention to her mother the ten-year-old slipped past the archway and out the door.
She wasn’t quite sure where she should go to find something that might help her escape, and took a couple of minutes of deep thought and forcing herself to focus through the fog that the drugs wrapped around her brain to try to put together a plan. Taking a seat on the concrete porch she pulled her phone out of her small purse and brought up the tracking app, a part of her curious to see where the other girls were. Hanna was off in a secluded part of the woods, and Chloe felt dual flashes of sympathy and disgust as she tried not to think about what the teenager was being forced to do. Jennifer was downtown in a seedy part of town, and the ten-year-old remembered the filthy mattress in the alleyway that Hanna had shown her and felt another flash of sympathy. Dhruti and Penny were in their homes (she thought – their icons were floating in an area she knew were neighborhoods, she just kind-of assumed), and Erin was…
Erin! Her mind flashed back to camp, to how she had been drugged and how she had been forced to rape her best Wilderness Girls friend and of how she was being blackmailed by Mr. and Mrs. Marsh, and how the skinny blonde had also received a necklace and a phone. “Oh, Erin, I’m so sorry,” she murmured sadly as she peered at the skinny blonde’s icon, floating merrily over Jefferson High School and hinting of what her fellow ten-year-old was being forced to do. A part of her wanted to dash on over, to race into the empty place and rescue her friend but almost as soon as the idea flashed into her mind she realized the futility of it all. I’d only end up joining her, getting raped or something, she acknowledged as she thumbed off her phone and dropped it back into her purse. “I’m sorry, Er,” she repeated as much to herself as to the universe as she pushed off the porch and stepped down the brick stairs, “but I’ve got my own problems.” As she rode her bike to the mall she tried not to think about what she planned to do once she got there, what she had to do, who she had to do, but Roger was always floating in the back of her mind, him and the Marshes and Dylan and Mr. Marshall and the army of men and boys who she could barely remember, and she had work to do…
With one final slurp of her drink Chloe tossed the empty cup into the trash, wiped her lips, and then looked around the food court. The two men who had been staring at her had left and she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, anything that might indicate that there were a group of shadowy ultra-powerful things who could change people into sex-crazed animals at the slightest whim – in fact, it looked normal. Is it just me? Am I going crazy? she wondered for a moment as she wadded up her napkin and fired it into the trash as well, and then pushed off the column and slowly made her way to the halls. No, it’s not, she decided as she began to notice little things. As she slid past a table containing a group of teenage boys she could feel their eyes sliding over her body like slimy tentacles, and she instinctively knew what they would expect her to be like… A little girl who looked barely old enough to be in kindergarten sat in her father’s lap eating an ice cream cone, but when the angle was just right the ten-year-old could see that his hand was actually up under her tiny dress and she could see his fingers moving under the fabric… A young, fit-looking mother in a short skirt and a silky blouse cast a nervous glance over her shoulder at a small band of boys around her own age as she ducked into the ladies room, and the gang followed her in a moment later… There was nothing apparent, nothing that screamed SEX or CONTROL to her, but the little things made her suspicious.
She paused for a moment at the central court and suddenly she felt it, felt a dark, heavy gaze right between her mostly-bare shoulder blades and she knew, just knew, that one of those Archons was watching her. Where… She pretended as if she were readjusting her clothes as she glanced around and, when that revealed nothing, she moved to ‘rearranging’ her braids as she half-turned. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye, sort-of lounging by the Chinese fast-food restaurant in the food court, tall and dark and menacing and looking oh-so-dangerous. Him, she acknowledged as her memories came flooding back, of the thing that turned into all claws and teeth and cold, icy darkness as it bore down on her while she was rescuing Hanna from their gang rape in the Laredo University dorms. He’s one of them! Careful… Instinctively she slid her hands down over her bare shoulders and past her collarbone to her tube top and took a split-second to tweak her already stiff nipples through the fabric. Act like a slut, she ordered herself. What would Slut-Chloe do? She’d do Roger… She glided her palms down her flat tummy to her jeans and hooked her thumbs into the waistband, plastered what she hoped was a dopey, slutty smile on her face, and then she slid away, moving down the hall in the direction of Poppinjay’s,
In far too short a time she was approaching the store, willing her feet to keep moving and feeling the menacing glower of the Archon’s gaze on her back. He’s following me, act like a whore! she ordered herself as she caught sight of his reflection in a window. He was tall, dressed in a long, tattered black coat and a hat pulled low over his eyes, and he just seemed to absorb the light so she couldn’t really see anything more about him. Slut-Chloe told her to stop and she took a moment to rub her pussy through her jeans as she pretended to stare at a display of lingerie draped on a pair of little-girl mannequins, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him stop too and wait. Keep going, she told herself, don’t let him know! It took all of her courage to act normal but somehow she managed.
As Chloe entered the store she passed another girl leaving and spared the stranger a quick glance. She was about her own age, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and red-rimmed green eyes, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a pink tee-shirt and moving slow and stiff as she clutched the Poppinjay’s bag to her chest like a shield. Another whore, the ten-year-old decided, earning her clothes on her back just like me. The thought that Roger was forcing another young girl to fuck for her wardrobe, that the manager hadn’t just singled her out, somehow made her feel just a little better, and she pushed the girl out of her mind as she stepped inside. “Hello,” she said in a quiet voice as she approached the salesgirl behind counter and struck a pose in which she pushed her hips forward, “I’m here to see Roger, he’s holding some stuff for me.”
The girl looked her up and down for a moment, sneered, and then bobbed her head towards the back of the store, which the ten-year-old took to mean she should head on back. As she turned she caught sight of the Archon outside, peering at her with his dark look, but she pretended, just kept pretending. I’m a slut, I’m Slut-Chloe… “Hi,” she said softly with a small smile when she found Roger restocking the panties – which, she couldn’t help but notice, over half of which had slits cut into the crotch. “I’m here to pick up my stuff.”
Roger turned and peered down at her with a wide smile, and not for the first time Chloe was a little scared at how large he was – easily two feet taller and muscular, he looked as if he could pick her up in the palm of one hand without even trying. “Well, that’s nice,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver up her spine, but if it was from fear or lust she wasn’t quite sure. “Although I notice that you are picking up a lot of new stuff, almost every day.”
She didn’t even hesitate but instead stepped back and let Slut-Chloe do her thing. “I can’t help it,” she heard herself say as her mouth curled up in a wicked smile. “I fuck a lot, ‘n I get so horny that I can’t get my clothes off in time, so they kinda get… dirty.”
“Well, that’s to be expected,” he laughed as he patted the top of her head, and deep down real-Chloe growled at his tone. “A dirty girl naturally makes clothes dirty!”
“Yeah!” Slut-Chloe agreed with a nod. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the Archon watching from outside the store and bulled forward. “So, I need new stuff,” Slut-Chloe said as she took a half-step forward and peered up at the giant with wide, luminous eyes, “’n I still don’t have any money. So can I… pay… another way?” she offered as she thrust out her flat chest in offering.
“Of course you can, sweetheart!” he agreed with a booming laugh. He took her hand in his and led her back, deeper into the store towards his office, and in one of the store mirrors Chloe saw the Archon turn and begin to move away, and her heart sang in victory as she realized that she had done it, she had convinced him that she was still Slut-Chloe! “Of course it’ll have to be fast,” Roger was saying as he pushed open the door and stepped through. “We have inventory starting in a bit, and this’ll be the only chance for you to pick up your holds
inhaled a huge lungful of the warm water, and Chloe shot up to the surface as she choked for air. She coughed so hard that she thought for a moment that she might actually throw up but somehow she didn’t, and as she staggered backwards her legs hit the wooden bench and she toppled back into the water once more with a splash. “Fuck!” she gasped as she tried to wipe her stinging eyes, blinking to clear her vision as she peered around. What the Hell?!?
“Well now,” a bright feminine voice remarked loudly in an oily, amused tone. “If it isn’t little lezzie! Have ya gotten speared by any cocks lately, slut?”
“Ha-uh-Emma!” The little blonde girl squeaked in shock when her watery gaze managed to focus in on the coed sitting across from her. She whipped her head around and tried to make sense of what was happening… She was naked, totally without a stitch of clothing on her ten-year-old form, and sitting in a hot tub that bubbled merrily around her. She craned her neck around and saw that she was in the backyard of a large home, one that looked a bit on the worn and shabby side and whose windows were totally dark. A wooden deck led out to a somewhat patchy lawn, and to either side were clutters of folding tables, chairs, and what looked like a large keg. “Where… where are we? How did I get here?” she stammered.
The brunette merely laughed and stretched her arms above her head, giving Chloe a perfect view of her flawless, small-ish breasts as she smirked. “We’re in the hot tub in back of the Gamma Rho house, my sorority,” she replied. “As to your other question… how do you think you got here?”
Remember, she’s an Archon! Chloe knew that Emma had powers she could barely comprehend, and a tiny part of her quivered in fear as she realized what was sitting across the tub from her. “I… you musta brought me here,” she said in an unsteady voice. She craned her neck to look around, trying to get her bearings. “You brought me here, where we could be alone…” As she looked up above her the words died in her throat and a cold fear washed through her soul – above them was nothing but an inky, absolute blackness, a sky with no sun or moon or stars or clouds or anything. “Where is the sky?” she asked in a tiny, quavering voice as she hugged herself.
Emma just glanced up for a moment. “We’re not in the real world anymore,” she replied. “When I left I moved the place outside, where only I knew how to get to it. I spent years getting this sorority to look just right,” she added a bit hotly, “I wasn’t going to allow someone to tear the fucking place up!”
“I… What?” Chloe could hear the Archon clearly, hear and understand the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she just wasn’t making any sense! “I don’t understand, where are we?” she asked again.
“I can’t keep you here forever,” Emma replied. She leaned forward and fixed Chloe with a pointed look, her ever-changing eyes flicking through the colors without any pattern as she stared at the blonde girl. “You’ve only got a few minutes before I’m sending you back, so we can talk about dimensional physics and how those rules don’t apply to me or you can ask the questions we both know you want to ask.”
“What? Questions?” Chloe tore her gaze from the sky and refocused on the coed. “The questions I want to ask?”
“You know what questions,” Emma replied coolly. “I’ll answer some of them, but you gotta be quick about it. Stop fucking around.”
Chloe thought… and was shocked to discover that her mind was clear! The fuzzy fog that seemed to wrap her brain because of the Pills she had been popping was gone, and her thoughts were sharp and sure. She opened her mouth to ask if Emma had done that too – only to realize almost as soon as the question reached her lips that the answer was obvious, of course she had had done it! “Questions…” she mused for a moment, thinking… and, almost instinctively she knew what she had to ask. “Who are you?” she asked in a tight, high voice. “What are you? What are all of you? Why can’t anyone see the horrible things around them, or remember what they’re forced to do? Why us? Why me?!?” She spat the last question with a plaintive wail in her voice, a tone that put the weeks of sexual torment and torture she had lived through into words.
“So, you pretty much want to know everything, right?” Without waiting for her to answer Emma merely settled back against the side of the hot tub and continued speaking, a distant look in her ever-changing eyes. “Okay, who we are… We are – or were, once – refugees, from a place that doesn’t comprehend what we desire. Where we come from was boring. Like, totally Dullsville. And everyone living there was repressed when it came to sex, and those of us who – preferred an alternative lifestyle,” she elaborated with a little nod and a tiny smirk, “had to hide what we wanted. Do you understand what I’m saying?” At Chloe’s blank look she sighed. “Look, where we come from people who don’t fit into the old man-slash-woman married until death do us part were thought of as sick and weird, sometimes insane. We weren’t but they thought we were.”
“Oh, okay!” Chloe nodded in agreement mainly because the Archon seemed to expect it, even though she still had no idea what Emma was talking about. “Got it!”
“No, you don’t,” the coed shot back with a smirk. “But maybe, someday, once you’ve actually figured out what you want, you might. Anyway, a bunch of us – there were almost twenty, at first – decided that we didn’t like that. We wanted a place where we could play our perverted sex games without everyone else judging us. So… we came here,” she concluded with a general wave around the yard behind the house, “and we created this world.”
“So… you’re God?” the ten-year-old asked in a tiny, frightened voice.
“God-zzz,” the brunette replied, “with an ‘s.’ Plural. And no, we aren’t. Well, we’re powerful enough so that it doesn’t really make a difference to you. We can do anything, we can create anything, we can be anything. We do it by just wishing it to be so.” Emma paused and peered at the little girl sitting opposite of her. “You don’t believe me?” she asked with a faint smile.
How did… She had been thinking that it was just too much to believe, that the college girl must have been trying to trick her or something, and she could swear that she hadn’t let on. “No, no,” Chloe quickly replied with a shake of her head as she lied, “I believe you…”
“Liar,” Emma accused with a smile. She stretched for a moment and settled back down in the water. “So once we created our little paradise we spread the word to the others. Some just came to watch, but others came to play, to explore some of their sick wants and needs for a bit. Some people stayed. And before we knew it, we had a whole planet of sex perverts. Naturally those of us who did the work kept all the power, and we made sure everything ran smoothly. You see,” she added as she fixed the ten-year-old with a direct look, “different people like different things, but at the same time there are things they hate, things that are so disgusting that they would never consider doing them. We original Archons made sure that nobody tried to…” She fell silent for a moment as she thought, and then finally decided with a nod. “That nobody tried to poach anyone else’s followers, I guess that’s something you’ll understand.”
She didn’t. Chloe didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend what she was hearing. It was all so bizarre, it just didn’t make any sense! Yet as she remembered what she had done, what she have been forced to do, she couldn’t deny that Emma’s words seemed to be true. “So,” she finally asked in a quiet voice, “why are you making us do all these things?”
“Because we can,” Emma replied with finality. “Or because they can. I don’t do it anymore. I’m just back visiting.” The wistful little smile returned, and the ten-year-old thought that she could see the Archon looking at things that weren’t there as she remembered. “We each carved out our own little kinks, our little areas that we preferred and blended them all together into this twisted little world. And because we were like gods we all started to act like it, giving ourselves little names to scare the primitives like you. And other people flocked to our twisted little creation, and it was good. And then, one day… it just wasn’t.”
“What happened?”
“We got bored. Well, most of us did,” she acknowledged. “One by one we wandered away, searching for something new and interesting to entertain us. The Child was the first to go, I think… He just vanished one day, abandoning those who worshiped him and never returning. Then Dancer left in disgust over something that The Filth did, and The Horde was driven out because he pissed too many of the others off, and 7X was always just weird and apart from everyone else and when he left nobody even noticed for a while, and The Monster, and The Nun, and most of the others. And each time one of them vanished those worshiping at the altars of their perversions were split up, given to others who were still around. And we just changed them, made them want what we wanted to give to them and used them, but it was always so dull!” she remarked angrily, giving the water a little slap with the palm of her hand.
A sudden thought occurred to the little blonde. “Who were you?” she asked curiously. “What did you… Who worshiped you?”
The Archon flashed Chloe a wicked smile. “I was The Cocktease,” she snickered, “and my people were right here at Laredo U. They were all students here, and my people worked to look as hot as possible but not to let any of the others touch. It got us off,” she admitted with a bit of an embarrassed shrug. “But that’s just me. So, after a while only the most dedicated, or the most depraved, of us remained. Most kinda remain hidden and just did their thing, but some just don’t care and walk around like the gods they think they are.”
An image flashed into the stunned blonde’s mind, of a tall, dark figure that seemed to be all claws and teeth and evil as it lunged at them while she was trying to escape the sexual torture in the dorm laundry room before. “That one that almost got me ‘n Hanna, when we first met…”
“Oh,” Emma replied as a scowl flitted across her face, “him. Yes, he’s one of us… He calls himself ‘The Darkness,’” she explained, her words containing a hint of a sneer as she mentioned the Archon’s name. “Just be thankful that you don’t belong to him. He tends to break his toys. And,” she added, “he’s pretty much a dick.”
“Who do I belong to?” Chloe asked, her heart pounding a bit harder as she forced herself to ask the question she didn’t really want to ask.
“You belong to The Changeling.” Emma picked at her teeth with a fingernail for a second, glanced at whatever was there, and flicked it away. “I don’t know much about him, he came after I left. But I do know that he gets off on betrayal, on giving his toys hope and then yanking it away.” Emma leaned forward, a sudden intensity in her eyes that made Chloe’s heart skip a beat. “Listen closely… You, your entire family, everyone going back generations belong to him. Your line is one of his favorites, you are one of his favorites, I know that ‘cause The Huntsman told me he won’t shut up about you. He’s got plans for you…”
“What?” No, I don’t want to know this, please…
Emma’s face was impassive, showing no emotion as she regarded Chloe. “He plans to break you. You’ll humiliate yourself, you’ll fuck until you get pregnant, and then he’ll just take your child and do whatever he wants with it. And then he’ll do it again, and again, over and over, until there is nothing left of you. And then he’ll just throw you away and pick one of your daughters, and he’ll do it all over again with her. You’ll be nothing but an empty thing, window dressing in her life saying the lines that he wrote and entertaining hundreds of men as a fuck-toy with no soul.” The Archon paused for a moment before continuing. “Just like your mother.”
Despite the warm hot tub she felt an icy cold run through her body. There was no way it was true, it couldn’t possibly be true – but in her soul she knew that the Archon was right. It all made sense, everything she had seen her mother do, everything, just fell into place, and Chloe felt sick to her stomach. “I don’t,” she whispered as she felt tears run down her cheeks. “I can’t…”
“Go insane later,” Emma snapped. “You don’t have time. Okay, that was the original plan for you – twenty children by the time you’re twenty-five, always pregnant and fucking dozens of guys a day until you’re used up and then just tossed aside. But,” she continued as she sat back and regarded Chloe with a curious look, “something changed. Somehow you’re different. You’re not what he planned.” She paused for a moment as her eyes got a distant look, and then returned her attention back to the ten-year-old. “Listen closely, ‘cause your time here’s almost up. The fact that you can see the truth, that see what’s going on around you and realize that it’s not right, means that you might be able to stop it. No guarantees, but there’s a chance. Unless you like the idea of living as nothing but a perpetually pregnant whore with a broken mind…”
“No!” The little blonde sat straight, her heart pounding in her chest as she fixed the Archon with a desperate, pleading look. “Please, tell me what to do, I can’t do that, I’ll die…”
“You just might. Okay, first off, never let anyone know that you know. Ever. I don’t know who he’s appearing to you as, but The Changeling is keeping an eye on you and he’s enlisted the help of The Darkness. If they find out that you know, that’s it – they’ll wipe you out again, just like before. You have to pretend that the conditioning is still working, which means you’ll have to act slutty and dress slutty and fuck as much as possible. I won’t bring you back again, this is your last chance. Got it?”
“Got it,” Chloe replied. The Changeling, is it Dylan? a tiny part of her wondered. It must be… right? “But how…” she began to ask.
“No buts,” Emma interrupted. “Act slutty, dress slutty, and fuck. Do the nastiest things you can think of, follow every order without question, or it’s game over. I’ve already put myself out there enough by bringing you back once. You’re a lot more powerful than you think you are, for some reason you can do things I’ve only seen other Archons do before. I think that freaks them out more than anything else. Figure out what you can do, it might help. Oh, and there’s one last thing, maybe the most important…”
“Wh… what?” the ten-year-old asked, desperate for anything that might help.
“This.” Suddenly Emma’s eyes seemed to almost glow and Chloe felt a sudden pulling in her slit, a tightening that didn’t exactly hurt but was nowhere near comfortable, and she squeaked as she half-jumped out of the water. “That ought to do it,” the coed murmured distantly.
“Wh… what did you do?!?”
“I made you a virgin again. Go ahead,” the girl said with a wave of her hand, “check.”
Chloe didn’t want to, but she had to know… and as she slid back into the water she tried to discretely slip a finger into her pussy. Her probing finger only slid in a fraction of an inch before it encountered an obstruction, a sensitive something of flesh that prevented any more access to her inner body. “Wh… why…” she stammered in shock as she gave her new cherry a poke and winced as she felt a tiny little lance of discomfort shoot from her tiny hole.
“That wasn’t a gift,” Emma replied lightly with a tiny smile that did not reach her eyes. “It was a lesson.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand…”
“I mean this.” The girl didn’t move but suddenly she was right in front of Chloe, seeming to tower over the suddenly terrified girl and glaring down at her with a look that hinted of what she could do by simply willing it. “We are not friends,” the Archon howled in a deafening whisper, “and I am not helping you because I feel sorry for you. I’m helping you because I think you’re something interesting and different, something that isn’t boring. You’re a virgin again… But from now until you die you will always be a virgin, with every guy who shoves his cock into you. Every time.” Suddenly she was seated across from the ten-year-old once more, without even the faintest hint that she had ever moved. “Every. Single. Time. Every time you fuck or get fucked you’ll get the glorious agony with having your cherry popped, the pain of having your pussy torn open for the first time, again and again. And every time you finish and the guy pulls out, your cherry will grow back.”
“Why would you do this to me?” Chloe asked as the true horror of her new situation started to sink in. It had been so long since she lost her virginity, had taken so many cocks inside her cunny since that distant night that her cherry was nothing but a distant memory – but she seemed to remember an agonizing tearing and an ache that lasted for days, and the thought of reliving that pain over and over again made her want to cry. “Why?”
“Because I can. And because someone else will get the blame for what I did, and the others will waste their time trying to find him.” Emma seemed to relax a bit, and an almost wistful look crossed her face. “We aren’t friends,” she repeated almost sadly. “I’m not on your side. You barely register to me. You’re barely real. You see,” she continued as she leaned forward and Chloe wished she could shrink away from the intense godling, “all of you, all of you running around and fucking and killing each other and being so cruel and evil to each other, you’re like bugs to us. Ants. But you, my little lezzie,” she added with a smirk, “you’re different. You’re an ant with wings, and that’s interesting to me.”
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you doing this?!?” Oh GOD I don’t want to know this, I can’t do this, please, God…
“I’m playing a game,” Emma explained, “and you are my most valuable piece. But never think that I wouldn’t sacrifice you in a second if I needed to.”
“So you did this, you’re doing this, all of you,” Chloe whispered in horror. “You’re all doing this because… it’s a game? A game?” she added in an almost miserable voice. “Why us? Why me?” THAT’S what she wanted to know more than anything, the reason that she was in Hell. “Why me?!?”
“Sorry,” the Archon smirked, “time’s up. Remember, don’t tell, don’t show, and try to figure out what you can do. But for now it’s time for you to go back and become a baby-crazed slut once more. So, enjoy it like it’s your first time, ‘cause from now on it will be.” And then the coed lifted her hand out of the water
before we close today,” he remarked.
Chloe almost stumbled but managed to catch herself in time. She was back, back in Poppinjay’s and back with Roger, back where she was before Emma had taken her away. She felt the dizzy warmth of the drugs in her system, felt the vaguely horny feeling in her pussy and the rubber weakness in her legs as she was stepping through the door to the office after the tall black man almost as if no time had passed, as if she hadn’t gone anywhere. What… Her eyes grew wide for an instant as she caught sight of the clock against the wall and saw that it was still just after noon – she was right, no time had passed while she was with the Archon in the Gamma Rho house. How did… she wondered before for a moment just before she remembered that she couldn’t let on that she knew anything was strange. “That’s… okay,” she replied with a small, shy smile as she forced herself to resume her role as pre-teen slut who whored herself out. “I just wanna pick up my stuff, I won’t take up too much time. Besides,” she added as she slid closer to the manager, standing just inches away from the growing bulge in his slacks and peering up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes, “I just need your cock!” That’s something a slut would say, right? she asked herself silently. She shuffled forwards another inch and stroked his erection with a light, delicate touch as she licked her lips. “Please…”
Roger smiled down at her with a look on his face that seemed half-indulgent, half-predatory. “You know, you’ve got a couple hundred dollars worth of stuff here,” he remarked as he stroked the side of her face. “That means today you’ll have to pay with your cunt.”
Ew, no… But real-Chloe knew that what she wanted didn’t matter, and instead just sat back and let the imaginary Slut-Chloe in her mind take the lead. “Oh, that would be fine!” she heard herself reply in a voice that almost moaned with desire. “I love fucking, and your cock is the biggest and best I’ve ever had! I… I dream about you fucking me…”
Roger grinned wickedly and leaned down, and Chloe raised herself up on her tip-toes and let her eyes flutter shut as she accepted his kiss. The lip-on-lip contact worked in concert with the drugs to make her ten-year-old cunny slick in anticipation, and she whimpered slightly as she felt the growing warmth low down in her tummy. Slut-Chloe loved it and trembled slightly as the man gently stroked her bare shoulders and then slid one hand down to cup one tiny asscheek in his massive palm, and even real-Chloe had to admit that it wasn’t too bad. At least he’s not slapping me around like Dylan! she admitted as she pushed her hips forward and pressed her denim-covered mound against his leg just above the knee. Maybe this won’t be too bad…
After giving her ass a little squeeze he slid his other hand down off her shoulder, his fingers tracing a tingling line over her collarbone to her tube top, and seemingly without effort he hooked his digits under the knit fabric and tugged it down a few inches to expose her stiff little nipples. She gasped into his mouth as he flicked first one and then the other, sending little lightning bolts of electric pleasure shooting straight down into her pussy, and she sagged against him as he rolled one with his thumb. “Oh my God that feels so good!” Slut-Chloe whimpered as she rolled her face down and pressed her forehead against his, peering down her body and watching as he gave her nipple a little pinch and tugged slightly. “I wish I had titties so you could squeeze them!”
“I don’t,” Roger replied in a soft, matter-of-fact voice. “I like how young you are,” he explained as he moved his attention to her other nipple and gave that one a gentle twist. “Your pussy’s always tight, and I love how you squirm when I fuck you! Besides,” he added with a grin, “little girls know how to keep secrets from their parents, and they always smell so sweet!”
“Oh!” Slut-Chloe’s eyes widened and glittered with barely-suppressed tears of happiness, and Real-Chloe could only snort at how ridiculous her other self was acting. It’s the drugs, it must be… “I wish I could just live on your cock forever!” she lied.
Roger merely chuckled at her words, and lifted her head to give her a deep, passionate kiss. Moving in tandem with her he sat in his chair and pulled her between his spread legs, gave her another kiss, and then sat back. “Let’s get these off of you a bit,” he said as he slid his fingers down her flat belly to the waist of her jeans. They were a big to tight and he struggled with the button for a moment, but after only a few seconds he managed to unsnap and unzip the denim. Pulling them down was another issue – they were so tight that he actually had to work them off her body, first working one side and then the other as Chloe tried to help a bit by giving her hips a little wriggle. The rough fabric slid down her legs to mid-thigh, and the little-girl part of her flushed in embarrassment as she watched him gaze hungrily at her bare, hairless mound. “Nice,” he remarked as he slid his fingertips across her smooth flesh.
“Th… thank you,” she murmured in a bit of a spacey tone. She didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to get naked and prostitute herself out for new clothes, but the drugs coursing through her body made her feel warm and horny and a little fuzzy, and for a moment she forgot to be real-Chloe and instead turned her conscious mind over to Slut-Chloe. She pressed her hips forward and gave an involuntary gasp of surprised pleasure as she felt her slit slide along one stiff finger, and the spark of the pressing contact against her always-stiff clit tore a moan from her throat. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she promised, “I won’t tell, it feels so good when you touch me down there…”
He smiled as he gave her another kiss, and then he spun her around slowly as he pulled her against his grown-up body. Slut-Chloe sagged against him as he slid one palm up to her chest to worry a stiff, sensitive nipple with one hand while his other dove between her thighs to work at her clit. She could feel her lust growing and distantly the real-Chloe part of her wondered if it were the drugs in her body or the physical changes Emma had forced upon her… she wasn’t quite sure. But in that moment she had to admit that she so loved the flesh-on-flesh feeling of Roger’s hands on her! She turned her head and shared an over-the-shoulder kiss with him for a few minutes while he played with her pre-teen body, and then broke the kiss with a wet smack. “Fuck me,” she begged with a whimper as she squirmed against him, unsure if it were her or Slut-Chloe pleading. “Fuck me, fuck me now, just shove your cock in me and fuck me!!!”
Roger gave her one last kiss and merely smiled. Sliding his hands down to her hips he moved her forward to the edge of the desk, and Chloe instinctively knew that he wanted her to bend over. Just do it, just get it over with, she told herself as she plastered a fake smile of slutty happiness across her face and lay her body across the surface. With her jeans around her mid-thighs she could exactly spread her legs but she could pop out her flat, little-girl ass, something that she did while gripping the opposite edge of the desk. She heard the rustle of his slacks and the sound of his zipper as she sensed him taking position behind her, and real-Chloe tired to steel herself for what was to come. Just pretend, don’t let him suspect, she added as she felt him stroke her backside, and in response to his touch Slut-Chloe giggled and wriggled her hips a little bit. He stepped close and as his hand slipped around her hip to return his touch to her clit she felt the tip of his man-cock nosing against her tight ten-year-old slit, and she took a deep breath and tried not to feel sickened as he pressed forward and his thick rod began to push into her…
As the first stab of pain hit her senses, Chloe’s eyes snapped open in shock and she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood and fought to keep from screaming. Oh GOD he’s gonna KILL ME!!! she howled silently as her tiny cunny stretched, stretched further, stretched to the point that she knew it was going to tear but somehow it didn’t, and then with a horrifying suddenness his thick cockhead shredded her cherry and plunged through her inner hole and speared up inside of her. She was dimly aware that he was far bigger than any other guy she’d been forced to fuck but she hadn’t realized just how big he was, and the fogginess in her mind was washed away in an instant as he filled her tunnel to the point of pain, forcing inch after inch of his massive rod inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper until his cock filled every possible space within her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “you are just the tightest little slut I’ve ever fucked!”
No no no nonononono… “Y… ah! Yes!” she managed to gasp as she felt tears of pain running down her cheeks. Chloe balled up her fists and pounded them on the desk as she tried to adjust to her impalement and then clasped one palm over her mouth as she tried to keep from screaming while tightly gripping the edge with the other. He’s too big he’ll KILL me oh GOD it hurts SO MUCH… However she had done it, the changes that Emma had made to her body made it as if she had never had anything up inside of her, and having Roger as her ‘first’ made it feel as though he was ripping her in half. She whined behind her hand as he pulled out until only his cockhead remained lodged inside of her, and then she did scream in pain as he slid back in, further and deeper, and then out and back in to fill her up completely and she felt her tears cutting down her cheeks as she sobbed. “Oh God,” she whined, her words muffled by her palm. “Stop, stop, it hurts…”
“What was that, you little slut?” he asked lovingly as he paused for a moment and stroked her bare, trembling ass.
Remember, Emma’s words floated through her mind, everyone has to think you love it, that you’re a whore who loves getting fucked – or they’ll simply wipe you away. “Ha!” she gasped through gritted teeth as she darted her hand down to join its counterpart in gripping the desk. “Ha, ha, ha… You’re big, so big!” she managed to choke out, her voice thick and rough with tears. “I was… just… begging you… to give it to me!”
She felt his free hand slid up to between her shoulder blades and as he leaned forward he pinned her to the desk like a butterfly on display, and as she trembled helplessly he did what she asked. He pulled his hips back and this time she did sob as the friction of his cock being pulled past her stretched, torn-open pussy sent waves of stinging pain shooting up into her chest, a sob that turned into a hissing whimper of agony as he slid back home again, pushing in deeper. Once more out as she gasped, back inside as she grunted like an animal, out and in, out and in, and then he was in as far as he could go, his thick tool as big around as her wrist lodged deep inside her no-longer-virgin cunny and filling her up completely, the tip pressing against her clenched cervix as she tried not to pass out…
It hurt worse than any pain she could remember feeling, any pain that she could ever imagine feeling as Roger fucked her, sliding his member in and out of her tiny, underage body – but at the same time his dancing fingertips on her clit combined with the drugs in her system to send her higher, forcing her ten-year-old pussy to loosen just a bit, forced her to get wet and ready to accept his gift. Both her pain and her growing lust danced with each other as they warred in her little-girl body for supremacy, and to her disgust and confusion she felt herself going higher, each increasingly hard thrust pushing her up towards an orgasm, an she sobbed in shame as she realized that her body wanted him to tear her open, wanted him to core her out with each thrust of his titanic cock, and even though she wanted him to stop and give her a chance to recover she forced herself to wriggle her hips and raise her ass higher as he plunged into her, punching into her with every lunge of his hips as she the agonizing ecstasy roiled through her very soul.
And then Roger gripped her narrow hips so tightly she was convinced that he would leave dark bruises on her flesh and he pressed his cock deep, so deep that she swore that he was going to stab her in the heart from below, so deep that she barely kept conscious as the soggy lust raging through her body came into harmony with agonizing pain radiating from her violated cunny. With a growl he came and his cockhead was pressed up against her inner barrier so firmly that every drop splurted wetly straight into her womb, and the sensation of his hot man-seed filling the reservoir deep inside her tummy kicked her off the edge and she was falling into the darkness of the most titanic orgasm that she could ever remember as he filled her up, injected so much of his spunk into her unprotected body that she thought she was going to burst, and real-Chloe sobbed in pain and shame while Slut-Chloe moaned with pleasure and lifted her ass on aching legs to offer herself fully to the grown man, and she surrendered with a whimper of lust-tainted pain as she gave herself over to her helpless needs…
When Chloe swam back into the conscious world she could feel Roger’s weight on top of her, pressing her into the scattered, sweat-stained paperwork on the desk, his cock still plugging her throbbing pussy like a cork and her skin so hot that she thought she’d catch fire. Horrible, it was awful, she thought – but Slut-Chloe rushed forward to take control of her lips and tongue. “Thank you,” she heard herself whimper as she squirmed beneath him, half-wishing that he’d pull out of her so that the discomfort in her belly would stop and half-hoping he stayed lodged within her forever, “oh God, thank you…”
“Mmm, you’re welcome,” he replied with a chuckle. She felt him shift a bit and the worst of the weight was lifted from her body, and then she felt his lips plant a kiss on the back of her sweaty neck. “You’re so fucking tight I didn’t think I’d be able to actually push inside of you.”
“It’s ‘cause you’re so big,” Slut-Chloe quickly said, “’n it hurt so much! But I’m glad you did it, so glad you made me take your thingy in me, ‘n spurted all your boy-stuff in my cunny!” She gave a little shiver and wriggled her narrow hips just a bit, and real-Chloe tried not to moan in pain as she felt her innards shift around his cock. “You let me dress pretty, so I’ll do whatever you want,” her voice added as she felt her mouth curl up in a smile.
“Well then it’s a match made in heaven,” Roger laughed. He gave her a slap on the ass and then held her in place as he slowly, painfully pulled his shaft from inside of her. Chloe bit her lip and winced as she felt the suction of him withdrawing, and she couldn’t help but whimper a whining moan as her pre-teen slit was forced up and over his cockhead and he popped out of her with a wet, disgusting slurp. “Speaking of which,” he added as he tucked his Chloe-slicked rod back into his slacks and buttoned back up, “you’ve got to get out of here so we can get going on inventory.”
“I… Okay,” she replied weakly. She hurt so much and was so tired, and all she wanted to do was just lay on the floor and never move again… but she knew that wasn’t an option, that the Archons would notice. “I… just need a minute or two to get ready,” she added as she half-levered herself up off the desk and sank to her knees, gazing up at him with wide eyes. Can’t he notice I was crying? she wondered as she sniffed and felt a tear running down her cheek. Or doesn’t he care? “I’ll be out ‘n get my stuff, ‘n I’ll go.”
“Good. And,” he added with a smirk, “you were such a good fuck I’ll even toss in a tee-shirt. You need it,” he continued as his smirk evolved into a wicked grin. “Your want a lot of stuff!”
“I just like to fuck,” Slut-Chloe remarked with an evil, wicked grin of her own before real-Chloe could respond. “My clothes always get real messy, ‘cause I just can’t wait for boys to put it in me!”
“My little slut,” he replied with a chuckle as he gave her a pat on the head. “Okay, a couple of minutes. Don’t take too long.” And then without another word he simply turned, opened the door to the office, and left her to her misery.
She wasn’t sure how long it took her to recover… It only took a few second after he pulled his massive cock out of her for her pussy to tighten and her virginity to reform, a strange almost pulling sensation that she could barely notice over the dull ache still throbbing between her legs. It… it’s back, she realized as she flicked her fingers down and gingerly probed her slit. Considering the amount of boy-stuff Roger had sprayed inside of her she expected her pussy to be a slimy mess but there wasn’t much, only a tiny, thin dribble that slowly oozed past her cherry in an almost sluggish drip even though her womb felt sloshingly full. Fuck, this stuff’ll never get out, she sniffed as she knelt on the somewhat grimy carpet of the office and tugged her tube top back up over her flat chest… and then allowed herself to hug herself tightly and silently cry.
Quit whining, Slut-Chloe snapped at her from her subconscious. You wanted to fuck with the Archons, and this is the price. It’s your own fault.
“I didn’t want this,” the ten-year-old whimpered softly. “I just wanted it to stop!”
Well, you can’t make it stop, not yet. Slut-Chloe seemed to almost snap in frustration, and real-Chloe tried to calm herself as she wiped her tears with the back of one hand. Now pull your pants up, grab the stuff you earned with your cunt, and get moving. The more you can fake it, the more you can maybe find a way to stop this.
“But I don’t want to do this anymore!” real-Chloe whined through her tears. “I don’ wanna get raped, ‘n I don’ wanna get pregnant…”
They won’t let you stop, Slut-Chloe shot back. Not until you make them. And you can’t, not right now… so move, and we’ll figure out a way. She could almost imagine her alternate self taking on a tone of sympathy. I’ll help you pretend, we’ll work together…
“Help me pretend,” the miserable blonde girl whispered to herself. Raising herself up onto her knees, she tried to ignore both the disgusting oozy feeling and the dull ache in her cunny and worked her jeans back up over her hips, forcing herself to suck in her tummy to rebutton the denim. Getting to her feet was a bit harder but she somehow managed, and with one last sniff and wipe of her eyes she plastered an almost stupidly happy smile on her face and staggered out of the office. Roger ignored her as she grabbed her bag and slowly made her way out of the store, each movement of her legs forcing another drip of man-seed out of her slit and into the crotch of her jeans. Outside the store The Darkness was gone, and she only saw normal, kids racing up and down the halls as their parents shouted after them and the business of the mall. They have to know, don’t they? she wondered as she glanced at the crowd, noting more than a few guys – and women – eye her freshly-fucked form with appreciation. They have to know what I just did, what I AM. They know I’m a slut ‘n a whore. Don’t they? But I don’t want to be, there has to be a way to escape this!
She didn’t have the answer, not then. But at least, with Slut-Chloe’s help, she managed to make her way through the halls towards the exit, Roger’s spunk dripping into her jeans with every step of her feet. By the time she made it back to the food court the crotch of her pants was a sticky, slimy, soupy mess of girl-juice and boy-stuff – but she ignored it and plastered a dopey, slutty half-smile on her face anyway as she prayed that the universe would allow her to keep her clothes on for just a few more minutes…