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"Hey, ****, come over here and suck the cum out of my ass so Reggie can fuck your throat proper." Maggie beams beautifully, sparkling like an angel as the sweat and cum drip from her. You know you should probably feel some kind of way that your would be **** is working her way through your bullies list and making you watch them fuck her in ways you don't have the balls to (literally since the castration). You know you should be mad that she makes you dress even sluttier than her, which can be hard to top some days, fluff the assholes that called you a 'faggot' all your life, and then play clean up duty. But instead you are just grateful she's offering to share this time.

"Damn, Ella, I always new you were a little closet case, but even I never expected you would turn yourself into a living blowup doll. Not that I'm complaining, your lips are like an onahole now." You smile around his massive shaft with your collagen injected lips. You should probably be embarrassed, having your old bully use your throat as a sex toy while he slaps your giant fake tits just to see them bounce. Maybe you are, a little, but it's hard to tell the difference between being humiliated and horny these days. And since you are almost always on display for your Mistress or Master and their foul friends, and sense you are constantly titillated but almost never given relief, you are always a little of both.

"Damn, Maggie! This little cum vacuum is going to put you out of the cocksucking business if you aren't careful. Nnnghh" the cocky chess champ fills your throat, mouth, and face in his creamy cum. Far from being insulted, these days you consider it the highest form of compliment. You aren't even mad that he didn't fuck the dribbles out of you. At this point, you are just happy to get any cum you can, even if it's not yours. Your Mistress looks down at you with a look of delicious disgust, spitting on your face and laughing as you lick it up. It's the closest thing you get to a kiss these days, unless she wants to excite one of your bullies with a little girl on gurl show, but it's close enough.

You still get lots of kisses from the various bullies, studs, and strangers Mistress whores you out to, if only because they all seem amused and aroused by how quickly and indiscriminately you seem to fall in love with anyone that shows you the slightest scrap of affection, or even just attention. You're like a slutty little puppy, a sluppy willing to hop into anyone's lap that looks your way, one that gleefully forgives any slight to you the moment it happens, because deep down you know you deserve worse. Like a dog, you are indiscriminate, eager, and friendly to a fault. Also like a dog, you love to go on a trip to the kennel, arch your ass like a bitch in heat, and wait for a big dicked doberman to...well, somethings are better left to the imagination.

"Hey, Maggie, I was thinking I'd borrow your **** for a bit. The other guys in the chess club weren't gifted with my physical prowess, so I like to toss them some slut scraps from time to time. I'm nice like that." Reggie already has his hands on your leash and is leading you away as your Mistress just yawns and waves goodbye. If it's anything like the time she loaned you out to Dale for a dimebag, you might not see her for months. Not that minded, everything was a blissful blur of druggy, dreamy depravity. You don't mind being queen of the chess club for awhile. After all, nerds have so much pent up energy to work off, and you are nothing if not playful.

All in all it's a good life. You are well fed, with at least three hot meals of cum a day, often before breakfast. You have plenty of friends, or at least your brain has become so bimbofied by hard ****, hypnosis, and harder dicks that you can't tell **** from endearment or a bully from a bestie. You get to play the most wonderful games over and over again, and the best part is that no matter how hard you try, you can never win, so there's no pressure to try at all. And when losing is as frustratingly fun as this, who wants to be a winner?

Winners spend their lives worrying about what will happen if they lose. Losers never have to worry about the worst case scenario, because they are living it. You never have to spend your days hoping things will get better, because they won't. Your life is one long a 'bad ending', that will never end. Your past is gone along with what remains of your melted mind. Your future doesn't exist, or at least you can't comprehend it. For you, there is only one long loathingly loving...