Chapter 10 Round 4: Rude Awakening

By the dawn of the third day, nobody was feeling very proud of themselves for what they had done. They were different levels of devastated by what was happening, their own shameful and humiliating experiences varying wildly and uneven mental readinesses helping some of them overlook the insanity for the sake of the big prize they saw gleaming off in the distance. It wasn't easy, though; they'd learn points didn't matter, learned that there was nothing consistent or structured here, and that they were being exploited harshly by the people running the contest, who seemed to delight in fucking with their heads and making them squirm.

Not helping matters at all were the live stream chats taunting them along. The degrading remarks only seemed to intensify, as an utter lack of moderation had slowly turned them harsh and verbally abusive in record time. At some point during the night, each of them had been sent a link to a collection of things said during their streams, and they were appalled by the vulgarity and senseless cruelty behind the words. But there was even worse yet awaiting the girls, as before they even had a chance to recover from being called a myriad of insane and almost inventive insults, another request went their way, another shove out the door and into the waiting, careless world that was ready to chew them up and spit them out.

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Jessica, Yaya, Vampy, and Tasha were all gathered in the hotel lobby together with one perverse goal in mind: not given proper cosplays for this challenge but instead stuck in bikinis and signs that hung around their necks. Big cardboard signs that read 'free use oral holes, facials only'. Their challenge was simple: to suck anonymous cock in the lobby for an hour. The cameras didn't bother any of them as much as the endless, peering traffic stopping dead to watch and ogle did. The sight of four beautiful women in skimpy outfits giving free blowjobs in the lobby caught the eyes of scores of people, who stopped to stare and admire, if not to outright line up to join in.

The trains run on the girls' mouths left no time to speak or think, as they were used with shameless vigor and glee by the men having their ways with them. They just took it, shuddering under the pressure of this oral harshness and the intense shame that gripped them. There was no getting around the insane truth of what was happening, no way to find decency or composure in the midst of this mistreatment, but by now the four of them knew what was expected of them and what they had to do, serving their time and getting their points as the tightly wound, hotly throbbing guilt took hold of them. There was nothing but shame to be found here, as they shuddered and ached under the swell of heat and frustration that held onto them and refused to let go.

Cum covered their faces, streaking down amid thick strands of drool as the facials they endured built up and overwhelmed them. It made it harder to see their faces underneath all the mess, and the men kept coming, lining up behind them and eagerly pushing on with their vulgar use of their pretty faces, which was sure to leave them even worse off with each passing second. The cum pooled on their faces, dripping down when it came too much, which left their bikini-clad breasts covered with messy droplets of spunk. It was a wet, messy reminder that there was no dignity to be found here.

For Vampy, this wasn't the worst thing she could have had to do. She'd been subjected to worse public treatments than this in the course of the past few days. A facefuck was still miserable to go through, as her throat spasmed around a cock trying to choke her out and make her really suffer, but she was able to hold herself upright and endure the brutality just fine, gripping on and struggling to keep herself steady in the face of insanity. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but she was resolute in her push forward and in the way she struggled to keep herself together at any cost, not wanting to falter now and risk losing any more points. She needed everything she could get points-wise, and this challenge would maybe even serve as the buffer to keep her from suffering through even worse fates still.

Drooling all over herself as she took a cock hammering down her throat, Jessica did her best to remain all business about this and keep herself steady through the pure insanity of being throatfucked, as hands gripped her hair and the back of her head, using that tense grip to hold her in place for absolute brutality. She put on a strong face and kept herself steady against the ensuing madness, struggling to keep on and to handle this. Even the frustration the other girls showed in taking on this brutality was something she did her best to fight against, holding on tight and forcing herself to steady the reflexes urging her to pull back. She just gagged and drooled, and looked happy to be doing it.

Tasha wore the despair worse than the others, face furrowed in frustration and worry as her head was rocked back and forth along a big cock, forced to take on the harshness and insanity of the demanding, brutal pace that the man had in mind for her. She wasn't prepared for just how rough this was going to be, for the struggling pace of deepthroating a thick cock and trying to hold out as hard as she could against the demanding insanity of what was happening to her. She took it on well, but it was a lot, and she found herself utterly hopeless in the face of it all. Tasha could do nothing to help herself from being made a total mess of.

And then there was Yaya. In stark contrast to the others, Yaya found herself loving every second of it, shuddering under a tense, throbbing rush of curious, guilty excitement. She wasn't expecting herself to, and honestly she found herself a little bit dismayed by the way she was able to start finding excitement, but she even started to rub at the aching, slick heat between her legs, outright fingerfucking herself as she took on the pressure and heat of being throatfucked. It was a deeply distressing feeling to be overwhelmed by, but she didn't shy away from it, accepting the fingering and the pulsating, throbbing heat, oddly excited by what she felt and by the way her body responded with eagerness and want to something so completely insane. Feeling good was a sensation Yaya felt better savoring while she had the chance to.

When the men pulled back from their throats, drool dripping down onto all three girls' exposed cleavage, there was no mystery about what was coming next; the cameras all zoomed in and bore down skeevily upon them, the audience drawing in closer and men eager to see what happened next. They took their facials as best as they could, ranging from Yaya moaning as she fingered herself to a noisy orgasm to Tasha whimpering and shivering as she felt another flare of embarrassment take hold of her amid her attempts to gasp for air and gather herself. But nobody had much of any time at all to steady themselves before more cocks pushed down their throats without mercy.

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Seeing that Enji had taken on a very punishing challenge last round and been demoralized by it, the decision for her next challenge didn't even involve anything sexual. She was put into her Miss Marvel cosplay and handed a script. "We put together more chat comments," the PA explained. "You're going to stand in front of the camera here and you're going to read some of them out a bit and confess to them. Just in front of this green screen over here."

Enji shivered at the mere sight of what was written on the paper. "A-all of this?" she asked, trying not to shake as she looked back up toward the production assistant, very worried by every second of what she saw on this sheet of paper. "Why? It's not..."

"Look, you don't have to have sex. Just say you like that kind of stuff. It's easy points, right? But if you stumble or sound like you're obviously lying, you lose points for this challenge, so sound happy about it." He didn't give Enji some time to reconsider, urging her on to stand in front of the green screen. "We're going live in a few seconds, get ready."

Straightening herself out as best she could, Enji was deeply startled by a throbbing sense of utter disbelief. Every time she glanced down onto the page she felt herself just a little more nervous and a little less composed, struggling to think clearly as she scanned her gaze across the paper and shuddered, having no idea how to make sense of what was happening but absolutely certain she didn't have a choice here. Whoever was 'directing' this scene began to count down, and the surprise stiffened Enji back up again. She was just going to have to do it. She didn't have a choice.

"Hi everyone, it's me, Enji Night!" she said, forcing a smile and cheer in her voice. It came easier to her than she was expecting, a level of peppiness that she really wasn't prepared to be showing, but it forced its way out of her, made her tremble and shiver as she stared at the camera, posing with a smile behind the green screen. "I hope you've been enjoying the streams so far and seeing our slutty, slutty bodies getting fucked. I just wanted to read off some of your lovely comments and let you know what's going on! Here, I have a whole bunch of pervy remarks you fans have been making about me and I'd like to just confirm or deny them really quickly."

What Enji didn't know was that behind her, the green screen played clips of her in her past challenges, inter cut amid one another, ensuring that Enji was greeting the fans with a backdrop of herself getting fucked in the ass, losing a wrestling match in a pool full of what looked very much like semen, and getting covered in what was definitely semen as she took an overlong bukkake session without stopping.

"'This cunt must drink cum in her free time if she can handle all these guys cumming on her face'. That's true, I love the taste of cum!" The confession was already there for Enji to read, and she found herself doing far too well at conceding to this madness. "Also true that I'm a cunt." She laughed at that one. "'Only a total whore gets fucked in the ass by random men for an hour straight'. That's also true, I'm a massive whore! Look at where I am right now. 'All cosplayers just want guys to bend them over and fuck them right on the con floor, fucking attention whores'. Also absolutely true, we're all doing it for attention and cosplay does equal consent, no matter what anyone tells you." Enji felt dizzy and nervous, stomach churning as she read off these comments and the twisted replies and approvals that they had written for her.

"'Enji Night sucked my cock at a con a few years ago in the mens room and gargled my cum like it was mouthwash'. Oh, I remember that!" She'd never done anything of the sort. Her legs were starting to shake. "And so many of you also talked about fucking you at cons. I just want you to know all those stories are true! I really did get gangbanged by voice actors in the guest lounge one year, I really did suck someone's balls under the table during a panel, and I have had so many creampies in the bathroom that I don't own a single pair of panties that don't smell like cum, no matter how many times I wash them. If you ever see me at a convention don't be afraid to grope me and drag me by the hair over somewhere private so you can raw me!

"You know, I guess I didn't really deny any of those. Oh well, it's all true; I'm a massive whore, and you all know it now. I hope you like seeing my fat ass getting fucked, and love watching me suck cock, because getting fucked is what I do for a living and cosplay is just how I make guys want to pound me into a creamy mess, because you hung nerd studs love a girl in costume. This is Enji Night, signing off!"

"Cut," the head of the scene said, and Enji stumbled off to the side, ready to be sick, her head spinning and body aching under the pressure of pure humiliation. Every step seemed worse than the last for Enji, who found herself completely hopeless now as the degrading conga line continued on with no sign of stopping.

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Maria had been given the 'easiest' challenge of the bunch, but even that came with a cost, down on her knees in a Kim Possible costume with her tongue buried up an executive's ass. He sat with his feet up on the board room table and shifted in position so that Maria could give him a rimjob, her nose rubbing into his balls as she went, frustration holding tightly onto her as she tried her best to reason through the ease of these points as she was given a way to curry favour by satisfying the guy seemingly running the show. Her tongue worked in steady motions, her mouth noisily at work as she at once found a 'more decent' challenge while also handing off new forms of dignity to the man running the show, who sat there shamelessly as she worked at his ass hole.

Granted, there was still a camera in here to lovingly film every second of the rimjob, so she wasn't even really doing anything in secret here, she just didn't have a direct audience of strangers for this one.

“Keep licking my ass and maybe I'll call you in here for another challenge some time,” he groaned, hand grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in. “Also, the other girls are about to come in. Don't move up from where you are, okay? Keep that tongue in there the whole time or you lose your points.”

Maria let out a noise of panic as the door opened. The four lobby girls had been allowed to change, while Enji was brought directly over from her shoot and didn't have time to change out of her Miss Marvel costume. “Take your seats,” said the production assistant, corralling everyone down to the table, their eyes trying not to look toward Maria as the executive began to smack her cock down against his face in a show of harshness that left Maria regretting everything more and more, struggling to hold onto the pressure of this deep shame.

But really, the girls didn't even care anymore. They had all been through enough demoralizing bullshit, not even blinking at the way Maria noisily ate the executive's ass as they instead just sought to get this meting over with.

“Now, thank you all for meeting me here. I have big news about the upcoming round. You may have noticed each of you received twenty points for your assignments, which has only left everyone to break even on this challenge. You might be wondering why everyone would be given equal point values if it changes nothing, but you all did your tasks, and that's good, because you're going to need every point you earned later today, because now you're going to fight to keep them.” With the hand not shoving Maria's face into his ass, the executive snapped a finger, and another assistant standing by the side opened a door. “Ladies, I introduce to you your competition.”

Six women walked in from another room to enter the meeting room, and it set everyone--save for Maria, who could only see cock--on edge. More cosplayers were walking in. Marie-Claude Bourbonnais, nonsummerjack, Tasha's colleague Doremi, Meltyfate, Kelly Jean, and Maridah stepped into the room, all looking very shameless about matters as they stepped forward, the executive's smile broadening wickedly.

"These girls are not here to compete in the contest the same way you are. Instead, they have one directive: steal your points. In this round, you will be placed against one of these challengers, and their goal is to win the challenge, which will steal points from you. The more they win, the more points you get, and an outright forfeit will see your points crash down to nothing. And to give them all ample incentive; the points they take from you will directly correlate to the very generous cash payouts they get for their performances, so they have every reason to want to bankrupt you. For each percentage of your total points value lost, they will get one thousand dollars, on top of a generous signing bonus."

The smile on his face grew wider as he watched the shock and nervousness break across the girls. It was so enticing that he found himself reaching his peak just off of the amount of shame in the room, and he was quick to tug Maria's face out of his ass and hose her down with his load, letting her shiver and buck nervously against her touch as he looked out in satisfaction across the room.

Nobody was happy with this turn of events. Well, save for the new challengers. They had been recruited with a willingness to do whatever was asked of them, with challenges tailored to what they were willing to do. Everyone would be ready to descend into madness for their tasks, which left the nervous competitors, now into day three of the endless stream of sexual humiliation, about to have to go in deep and play these girls' own twisted games to keep themselves from getting knocked down in points value some more. They were going to have to satisfy whatever whims had been set up for them with even sharper penalty than ever, and never had it been more clear that breaking them down with humiliation was the goal of this game, and it was a goal they were helpless against.

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Round four standings:

Enji: 132 points

Maria: 123 points

Tasha: 95 points

Yaya : 85 points

Jessica: 81 points

Vampy: 45 points