Harry orders Marigold to fuck herself.

"Now," Harry says, rubbing the thing between his legs. "I want you to scoop up some of the jizz I blasted all over your face. Use your fingers. And then fuck yourself with those fingers."

Marigold's mouth fell open. "But--" she said. "But, but, that's how girls get pregnant!" Harry couldn't want that from her. There was no way. It was far too risky, so why was he asking her? What if something happened?

"You probably won't," Harry said. "Now do it, or I'll make sure that everyone you know sees the pictures of me putting a big ol' plug in your booty and me cumming all over your pretty face."

Cumming all over your pretty face. He hadn't said it aloud before. Somehow, that being unsaid had kept up even the slightest of barriers between Marigold and the truth, but now there was nothing. He had made her his whore. He had sprayed his cum all over her face. He had made her lick it up. He had made her... mostly lie and say that she had enjoyed it. Whatever innocence Marigold had been so proud of when she arrived at Seriously Awesome Expo that morning was long gone. Marigold the good girl had been replaced by Marigold the naughty, the butt slut, the cum gobbling whore. Horny Harry had done that to her, but there was still a chance that she could prevent others from learning about what she had become. It was risky... but Marigold was willing to take that risk.

Marigold used two fingers to scoop up some of the cum that had pooled on her collarbone. When she brought it up to her face, as if she was inspecting the glob of semen, she heard the click of Harry's camera. You can do this, Marigold thought to herself. Just pretend that you're using 'oil' to massage yourself. You can do this.

She lowered her hand, and it hovered a few inches away from her pussy. The insides of her legs were still sticky from now wet she had gotten from the vibrator, but she was ashamed to find that her lips were still wet. Harry talking down to her had somehow felt a little bit enticing, as horrible a man as he was.

She slipped those two fingers inside herself. Her heart doubled its beat as soon as she felt her fingers pushing the cum deeper into her pussy, but there was also a strange sensation spreading throughout her body, as if she had just done something right. She shivered, from the sensation and from the feeling of her fingers pumping away inside her. She shut her eyes, imagining that Harry was very far away, that it was Kiki with her hands inside her, that Kiki was whispering sweet things in her ear. Yes, that was good. If she just focused on that then she knew that she could--

"Ur FJ," Harry grunted. Marigold's eyes flew open to find that he was right up close to her, his arm pumping away, and she knew that she recognized that face.

"No!" she yelled, taking a step back, but it was too late.

Harry shot jizz out the end of his cock once more, this time shooting against her pelvis and covering her hand and her pussy with a load that was somehow just as thick as the one that had coated her face. "Sorry love," he said, grinning horribly. "I couldn't help myself."

Marigold stared down at her hand with horror. She hadn't been able to see the first cumshot, but this one was all over her hand, making it look as if it were covered in thick white webs. Worse still was the fact that some of it had gotten all over her fingers, the ones that had just slipped inside her. That was far more than the little drops that she had pushed inside on Harry's orders.