Intermission: Playing for keeps

Sophia had never seen silence fall so fast over a group of men before. They all stopped and turned to her in perfect unison, confusion plastered across their faces.

“Uh, what was that Sophia?”

“I-I said, wh-whoever wins at pool, I'll… I-I'll… I'll suck their cock.”

Sophia tried her best to hold them back but the words **** their way out of her like water bursting from a dam. It was one of the grossest things that had ever come out of her mouth and it made her feel queasy just saying it. The others stood around her awkwardly, glancing between each other as though to ask how to possibly respond to what they’d heard, silent but for a few nervous laughs. Such a line would never come from the Sophia they knew up to this point, even as a joke.

“Hehe… Uh, this is a test, right? Alan put you up to this?”

The others latched onto the suggestion as the only possible explanation, though they still looked uneasy. Alan wasn't the type to ask his girlfriend to say such things either, and if he really did do that, it had to mean he didn't trust them.

“No, I'm being serious. I'll really do… do ‘it’ for the winner.”

Sophia pressed on, partly out of compulsion to make her offer seem genuine and partly to defend her beloved fiancé from the accusation of putting those words in her mouth. The real culprit was her ‘prize wife’ compulsion, and it was by far the strongest of them she’d felt so far. The greatest resistance she could muster was to avoid sounding out those filthy words again.

“Alan doesn't need to know.”

Sophia's eyes widened at her final assertion, as did several of the guys’ as well, because it was clear exactly what was being insinuated. This wasn't just a kiss or, heaven forbid, masturbating a man out of absolute necessity. She was suggesting something truly revolting; an ultimate act of betrayal. Her eyes would have teared up if the compulsion hadn’t removed that right from her.

> Please just say no. Please just say no…

She looked between each of them in turn, hoping that one of them would see the silent plea in her eyes. If they just refused what she offered then she’d be free of the compulsion and they could put this awful situation behind them. Not one of them met her eye however, and what she saw instead filled her increasingly with dread and disgust: brows piqued with interest and gazes darting between her lips and each other, each aching to take her up on her offer but lacking the gall to be the first to speak up. Did loyalty mean so little to these men?

“Lets, uh… let’s just play, alright?”

It was Declan who finally stepped up to break the awkward spell of hesitation, his response not one either Sophia or his friends were hoping for, but one intimately familiar to Sophia regardless: ignore the issue and hope it resolved itself on its own. He ushered everyone to head over to the tables and, though they seemed hesitant to leave and give up on the opportunity, they ultimately did as he instructed. Sophia wished she could say that that was the end of it too, but what Declan had said wasn’t a refusal, and so the compulsion continued to dig its claws into her. For now though she was thankful to accept the glimmer of hope that there was some honour among men, and even more so to be away from the pressure of the spotlight for a time while she thought up a way out of this.

Sophia moved to Declan’s side as they followed after the others. She wasn’t exactly sure why. It wasn’t like she could thank him for the rescue. Perhaps she was hoping to coax him into turning her down completely, although she knew there was little hope of that when she couldn’t actually ask him to do so.

When he turned to face her however, any thought of that was quickly thrown out the window. The way he stared down at her was unlike any look he’d given her before. His expression was hungry, unadulterated lust for what lay before him. She’d seen him ogling her plenty of times, but this went far beyond that. His jeans were pitched, his eyes wolfishly devouring the deep valley laid bare by her low-cut top. The glare only lasted for a moment before he took control of himself, but it was evidently clear what was on his mind. That was the look of barely-restrained temptation. If it was any other woman in her position, they would have taken the slut up on her offer in an instant. It was only respect for their friend’s ‘claim’ to her that kept their chauvinism in check. It was clear now that him not refusing Sophia’s offer outright was no accident. Part of him hoped to be seduced into forgetting all about his best friend and to take up his busty babe of a girlfriend on her offer himself…

> Hold on now, Sophia! That’s so rude of me. I'm being way too hard on them.

Sophia knew it was her promise to Alan to give his friend's a chance that was making her think that, but she still dearly wished for it to be true. She wanted to believe that Alan would only ever put his faith in good people, and Sophia liked to see the best in everyone, but the truth was that Alan’s friends were the type of people she’d never been comfortable with, always treating her more like Alan’s ‘conquest’ than an actual woman. She hoped that this was the moment they would prove her wrong, and show her there was more to them inside than layers of lust and casual misogyny, because if they couldn’t control themselves, she’d be **** to… no, she didn’t want to think about it. It was best to stay positive.

She and Declan never said a word as they followed after the others. The guys passed by several tables to make for one in the far corner of the room, setting their drinks down against the walls and collecting their cues from the racks nearby. Sophia noticed that her earlier assessment had been right. There was barely anybody around at this time of day, just a pair of older gentlemen at a table near the bar that barely spared a glance as they passed by.

“Care for a game Sophia?”

She was approached by the shorter and stockier of Alan’s friends as the rest of them splintered off. He regarded her with a cocky grin as he took a greedy eyeful of her body, no doubt still thinking about her earlier offer and that she’d be easy competition as a woman. She almost rebuked him on gut instinct, but the challenge gave her pause to think. Everything she’d done until now had been an utter failure. All the plans she’d made to avoid triggering her compulsions had been for naught, and all that confidence she’d had in her strength to resist them had been completely misplaced. Yet even despite all that, it didn’t mean she had to just give up and leave her fate to the mercy of these men. If she couldn’t muster the willpower to overcome her compulsion, and these men refused to turn her offer down, then she had one last chance to break free from her situation. She just needed to win the game of pool herself.

“Alright, I’ll play.”

“Great stuff. I’ll rack us up. You can break if you like.”

“Sure.”

Sophia noticed the man smirk as he offered her the chance to start. He was likely thinking Sophia would mess up on her first few shots, leaving him in prime position to come in and sweep up for an easy win, but he was sorely underestimating her. She’d played this game more than a few times with Alan back on their earliest dates at the Student Union. She still remembered him holding her hands to guide her shots, and the cute, wide-eyed look on his face when she asked him to do so. He’d been so nervous to lay a hand on her for the very first time, taking quite some insistence from her before he finally accepted that she was okay with it. It was back then, snuggled between his arms as he gently guided her, like the pottery-sculpting scene from the movie Ghost, that Sophia first realised she was falling in love with Alan. To this day she held onto those memories with great fondness.

And it was those lessons now that gave her hope that she could break free of her compulsion under her own merits. She could almost feel Alan’s hands again as she delivered a powerful break that sent the ball scattering across the table. She followed up by identifying which set had the better position before pocketing four balls in a row. It was satisfying to see her opponent’s face sink further with every shot she took. It was only on the fifth ball that she missed the pocket and had to concede play over to him.

“You’ll have to try a bit harder if you want to feel these lips on your lollipop.”

Sophia gave her lips a sensual lick before clamping her mouth shut with a startled blush. She’d been so excited about her early performance, she’d forgotten the compulsion would have her lewdly teasing the contestants to encourage them to win.

Sophia bowed her head away, unable to look her opponent in the eye after delivering such a crude line. She swore most of the dirty words and innuendos she was made to say were ones she didn’t even know existed. Perhaps all these years her subconscious had been soaking up all those inappropriate catcalls and remarks she’d been trying not to listen to. Or perhaps the Collar had already downloaded its own encyclopaedia of slutty phrases into her mind, haphazardly cutting away knowledge she’d retained from school to make room in her head for what those pervy showrunners felt she needed more. The thought of that made her feel so ill.

> Th-that’s just my imagination. Keep your head on the game Sophia. You need to win this!

Sophia brushed the uncomfortable idea aside and turned her attention back to the pool table. Her strong early game had cleared a lot of space, but her opponent was thrown off balance by her unexpected skill and so it didn't take long for him to make a mistake. Fortune remained on her side for the rest of the game. All her shots seemed to line up well for her, and by the time she pocketed the black she was elated by how well she was doing. The other man was too ashamed to face her after his loss, simply muttering a ‘well done’ before stalking off from the table.

Sophia knew better than to let the victory go to her head. Sure, one of her opponents was down but there were still plenty more chances for things to go wrong. She had to wait a few minutes for the other games to finish before she was approached by the next of Alan's friends to challenge her, the nondescript one that stood out in how little he stood out from the others. Sophia had noticed the others casting an eye over to her playing during her first game, so she knew the element of surprise was no longer in her favour. Now that they knew she had a bit of skill to her name, they were likely going to take their matches with her more a bit more seriously.

The second game drew itself out a little longer than the first. The shots weren't lining themselves up quite so cleanly for Sophia and several times she had to attempt bouncing balls off the cushions. Both she and her opponent were taking much more care to line up their aims, giving her compulsion a lot more time to steer her into teasing the other guys. Bending down low, licking her lips, pressing her cue stick suggestively between her breasts to accentuate her cleavage, doing questionable things with her tongue as she sipped from her VK bottle, all while making sickeningly sultry remarks about how she could make them feel good with her mouth if they just tried their best. The longer it went on, the more she could feel her actions were making the men around her restless. None of them could keep their eyes off her for long. She swore she even heard one of them concede their game early so they could sit down with a drink and watch her strut around the table. It made Sophia feel nauseous to be drawing that sort of attention to herself but she didn't fight it. She couldn't afford to wear herself out doing so when there was so much more than just a little embarrassing show on the line.

It was a long-fought game, but eventually Sophia managed to pull ahead and pocket the black to claim victory, letting out a huge sigh of relief as she did. Her opponent was much more humble about his loss this time, congratulating her on her strong play. She graciously accepted the compliment before turning to see the others had all already finished up their games and were sitting around watching her together.

“Wow. Alan never told us you were such a pool queen.”

“You must have been the one to teach him how to play, were ya?”

Sophia felt a flush of crimson spread to her cheeks at their praise. It was refreshing to be embarrassed about some positive attention for a change.

“I-I'm nothing special, really.”

Reclining amid the rest of them Declan lifted his head to her and began to push himself up from his seat.

“Looks like it's down to me and you to see who wins it all.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” another one of the guys offered up, “we've all lost a game. It's just you two to play to see who's the pool champ.”

Sophia was surprised but relieved to hear that her gauntlet was almost over. She'd been expecting to have to play a round robin against each of the other boys. She was a little less relieved to hear it was Declan who would be her final opponent, but she always had a feeling it would come down to that in the end. Alan was the best pool player among all of his friends, but he always said that Declan was the one who gave him the most challenge. She had to hope enough of his teaching had rubbed off on her, feeling her nerves rising at the thought of her final looming trial.

It wasn't going to be easy, but one way or another this difficult situation was finally coming to an end. Her three escape routes were laid out before her: she could use everything Alan had taught her to beat his best man, Declan could show true character and turn down his ‘prize’, or she could finally muster up the strength to cast off her mental shackles. There was a way out of this. She just had to have faith.

“I'll go rack us up then. You go ahead and finish your drink.”

Declan excused himself from the rest of the group, leaving Sophia facing a wall of men she still didn't know the name of. She knew they must have mentioned them at some point that afternoon but she'd had too much on her plate to pay attention. With no idea what to say or earnest desire to figure it out, she brought her bottle to her lips and began to slowly sip the last remaining dredges of it to fill the time, feigning ignorance to how the boys were eying her down to spare them all from further awkwardness.

> Just a little bit longer, then I can honestly say I've given Alan's friends a chance and I'll never have to put up with this again.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the ginger-haired man lean in to get her attention.

“You really going to suck Dec off if he wins?”

The question caught Sophia off guard. She wished she could pretend she hadn't heard it but the compulsion **** her to make the terms understood, and there was something about speech in particular that made those urges so impossible for her to resist. She finished the last of her drink and pulled the bottle away from her face so they could hear her clearly.

“Of course. If he wins, he gets to make full use of my mouth. That's his prize.”

The boy shifted restlessly in his seat. She wished he would leave her alone but she could see he wasn’t satisfied. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask about Alan, make her see in plain terms that she was okay with cheating on him. Her hands were already shaking at the thought of saying those words. The pair of them locked eyes and she watched as his lips began to move.

“What about Al-”

“We're all set up to go, little P.”

Sophia had never been so happy to hear Declan’s voice. She embraced the opportunity to escape and join him over by the table, feeling the men’s gazes trailing her as she left. Declan must have noticed she was shaken, as his eyes and voice were filled with concern when he spoke to her.

“Everything okay, little P?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Well, uh… do you want to break or should I?”

“You can do it this time.”

He stood for a moment like he wanted to say something else but thought better of it, flashing her a shallow smile as he moved round to the head of the table. It was difficult to know what to make of Declan sometimes. There were times when Sophia almost believed he respected her, but then he’d use that patronising nickname he’d picked out for her. P was short for princess, teasing her on the pet name Alan had for her, but also stood for pea, a running joke of his that Sophia really was delicate enough to feel a pea under her mattress. He saw her as something ‘little’, soft and fragile that needed a man like Alan to protect and provide for her in exchange for warming his bed, even if he would never admit to that view of her out loud.

Sophia let the thought go and turned her attention to the game she needed to play. The break led into the trickiest arrangement of any of the games Sophia had played that day. Both sets of balls had settled in a way to block each other from straight shots to the pockets. She knew right away that it would be a tight game but she tried not to let the apparent difficulty get to her.

> Just take it one shot at a time.

The saving grace for Sophia was that Declan was struggling even more than her. Her body continued to tease him on its own like clockwork, and though she'd grown numb to the feeling of putting herself on display for these men, it was still proving to be very distracting to her opponent. It was admirable at least how he tried not to openly perv on her like the others, who at this point were not even trying to hide that they were paying more attention to her than the game. There was probably a war raging inside of him over how he should react to such behaviour from his ‘best friend’s woman’. Sophia managed to tune it all out and focus on what was happening in front of her and by the midpoint of the game it looked like she was barely coming out ahead.

> I… I might actually win this!

It was at exactly that moment that things started to go south for Sophia however. A tricky position required her to take a shot from the far side of the table, and without thinking she bent over to line it up. It was only when she felt a twinge in her nether that her focus slipped and she noticed that her breasts were pressed up against the felt, blocking her from lining up her cue. Worse, they were practically spilling out of her tank top. Looking up she realised what a lewd sight she was putting on for the hungry eyes watching her from every angle. With a blushing smirk she tried to play it off and straighten herself up… only to discover she couldn’t lift her body.

> I-Im stuck? Why am I-... Oh no no no. This is another compulsion, isn't it?!

Having avoided it thus far, Sophia had almost forgotten about her Full Commitment alteration. Sophia found the position she was in to be compromising, and so it was that her mind would not let her get out of it as long as there were people watching her. Rather she felt the familiar pull inside her brain, urging her to ‘put on a show’ to make her compromising position as tantalising to watch as possible. Sophia had **** but to comply with what the compulsion wanted from her, unable to afford wearing herself out putting up a resistance over something like this. She began to shimmy her shoulders, rubbing her breasts suggestively against the table and causing them to jiggle wildly as they bulged obscenely out of her top.

Five pairs of eyes were wolfishly devouring her body as she put herself on display. Sophia was far too ashamed to meet any of them of her own accord, but the compulsion **** her to face them each in turn with a smouldering smile, looking as though she bathed in their lustful attention. The air reeked of sweat and hormones, a smell Sophia had learned over her time with Alan meant that he deeply wanted her. Her body was telling all of them that she was a sex object, and their bodies were aching with desire to make a move on her, narrowly held back only by ideals of loyalty and public decency.

Sophia was looking down at the table, praying for the moment to be swiftly over, when she felt it. She hadn’t noticed anyone moving around behind her and she startled when they knocked into her, standing so close that their legs were flush against hers. That wasn’t the thing that caught her attention though. She couldn’t turn enough to see it, but there was an unmistakable bulge pressed between her butt cheeks.

The man made no further move on Sophia but what he did was enough. Her usual response was to freeze up against such harassment, but her instinct was to pull away as much as she could and see if he would back off. As she tried to shift herself though, her bum rubbed up against the man’s crotch for the briefest of moments and something clicked inside Sophia’s brain.

> I can’t leave this man blue-balled.

Sophia froze in place and a cold chill ran down her spine as she realised what she’d done. It might have only been for a second, but she’d unmistakably began stimulating a person’s genitals with her body, and now a loud, dominant part of her mind was telling her she had to see it through. She didn’t want to do it. It had only been an accident. It had only been for a second. None of that mattered though. What kind of nasty cow left a man so sexually pent up? What kind of cruel, selfish bitch teased a man and didn’t see it through to the end? She wasn’t a bitch. She was a good girl, and good girls finished what they started. That was what part of her mind was telling her.

...And it was right. She wasn’t a bitch. She was a good girl. She had to finish what she started, no matter how much she might hate it.

Sophia arched her back, straightened her legs and pushed her hips up into the crotch of the man behind her, feeling the bulge fall deeper into the valley between her butt cheeks. Planting her arms squarely on the table for support she began to gyrate. It was the best she could do, stuck as she was having to rub her bosom against the table. She looked up at the boys around her with a playful wink. She noticed it was the stocky one she couldn’t see, the one she’d beaten in her first game of pool, most likely having pushed his crotch against her butt to get back at her for wounding his pride. It didn’t matter. She needed to make him ejaculate.

She only got a few seconds into her work, however, before her efforts were interrupted. She felt the familiar sensation of time grinding to a standstill.

Full Commitment advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 3…

[Oblivious] - Sophia will often forget to clean cum from her face and breasts until someone reminds her

[Porn Addict] - Sophia will feel the urge to watch porn on her phone when sitting idle in a public space or on public transport - [JUSTIFIED]

[Public Performer] - Outside bedrooms, bathrooms or otherwise dedicated changing rooms, Sophia can only strip out of clothing, not put it on (superseded by other effects) - [SIREN]

L-level 3?! But I don’t even have any at level 2 yet! H-how is this fair? They’re all so horrible. I-I can’t- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK -N-no, p-please- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Aah, okay, okay!...

But really, what am I supposed to do here?! I really don't think I can choose any of these. I can't imagine… they're all just so gross! So, so gross!! Why?! Why am I being put through all this?! What did I do to deser- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Aaah! Enough!! It's not going to stop. I have to choose one. I hate this. They're all so gross. But I have to think about which of these I think is the least disgusting.

There’s no way I can choose option one. I just can't. I know I never let it get on me, but the thought that I could have that nasty stuff all over my skin and not know about it is just too much. Oh god, I'm so glad I wasn't inverted this time. The… ‘other me’ would have chosen that in an instance. That would have been so horrible…

A-anyway, these other two… they both have the chance to go so wrong for me! Watching p-porn… in public?! I would just die if anyone saw me doing that… but I don't think I have a choice. If I get **** to take my clothes off… like last time at work… There's no changing rooms at work; I'd have to run all the way to the sports hall naked!... It has to be option two. At least I can plan around being on public transport. As long as I remember to keep it in mind, I should be okay…

Option 2 selected.

Sophia will feel the urge to watch porn on her phone when sitting idle in a public space or on public transport

JUSTIFIED trap triggered. Sophia will forget the chosen modification and will rationalise the effects of it for herself.

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 2…

[Porn Addict] - It will take longer for Sophia to reach an orgasm when she is caught masturbating, but she will cum harder when finally reaching it

[Oblivious] - Sophia will permanently forget about the existence of bathroom/bedroom locks, latches, occupied signs and other features meant to prevent people walking in on her while exposed

[Oblivious] - Sophia will always answer doorbells as swiftly as physically possible, forgetting any compromising position she is in at the time

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

‘As long as I remember’, huh? Really jinxed myself there, didn’t I? I can’t wait to hear how I justify needing to watch sluts get dicked down every time I get on a train. Maybe I’ll start realising I’m just as bad as the pervs I condemn all the time. All those options were so good too. Looks like level three is where the decisions get real tough both for me and for the prude me. I just wish I’d been inverted back there to choose the jizz option. The more time I spend and the more people see me covered in that nasty, sticky man butter the better. In my mouth, on my face, covering these fat whore jugs. That’s the grossest thing I can think of and I need it so much.

Anyway, I’d better think about my new options before I get shocked again. It seems the Collar’s more lenient with me like this because it knows I’m just admiring its work. There’s some really nice options here this time to continue my journey into an oblivious empty-headed cocktease. It’s so hot that it could just completely scrub all knowledge and understanding of something so basic as bathroom locks from my brain, and that could lead to so many embarrassing situations. But I still think that’s beaten out by option three. Think about all those times I’m exposed in my house, getting showered, using the toilet, getting changed. One ring of the doorbell and I’ll go running to the front door. Then, ‘oh no, they caught me in the middle of showering. Now I’m compelled to go back and finish it while they watch’. There’s no way I can pass up a situation like that!

Option 3 selected.

Sophia will always answer doorbells as swiftly as physically possible, forgetting any compromising position she is in at the time

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

[Porn Addict] - Sophia will admit her pornography viewing habits to anyone who asks her - [SIREN]

[Oblivious] - Bathroom windows are always completely transparent from the outside while Sophia is occupying them

[Stripper] - Audible music causes Sophia's body language to become much more deliberate and suggestive - [BLOOM]

Inversion failed - Reverting priorities…

A-another one?! Please… My head… it’s getting so hard to think. The longer this goes on for, the more exhausting it becomes. And all these inversions make my head feel so strange. It must be an effort to wear me down, make mistakes, choose the wrong options. I can’t let it get to me. I need to focus.

At least it’s only level one this time. That doesn’t mean I get off easy though. Option three affects me every time I hear music. That’s… a lot. These compulsions are hard enough. I don’t want to lose control of my body any more. Even if it is just a little bit, I can’t bring myself to take it.

But what about the other two? They're also so embarrassing. Talking about porn to people who ask me?! But… who ever asks me about porn? Apart from Lena and Heather I mean. It… wouldn’t be so embarrassing when it’s with them. And I don’t really watch porn anyway. I have nothing to admit!

Whereas option two… I have no idea who could be watching me in the bathroom. It doesn’t say it lets me see out. I’d be so paranoid all the time thinking there could be someone right outside the window watching me. I can’t deal with that. As gross as it is… I think I have to choose option one.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will admit her pornography viewing habits to anyone who asks her.

SIREN trap triggered. Next selection will guarantee Inversion triggering and perverted individuals will become aware of this mod when they can take advantage of it.

Back under the thrall of her twin compulsions, Sophia began to grind her butt into the crotch of the man behind her slowly and sensually. The men’s eyes widened around her as they realised what she was doing. She could only shoot them a playful smile as though she was loving every second of it. Inside, however, Sophia almost felt like gagging at the feeling of the man’s twitching erection through her thin leggings. Once, twice, three times she ran her backside up and down from the base of his bulge to the tip, with each motion the rate of his spasms growing faster and faster…

…Then all at once the grinding stopped as the man hurriedly stepped away.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The compulsive need to grind on the man’s crotch vanished in an instant, then seconds later the urge to prostrate herself against the table also faded away as everyone turned their attention to the man behind her. Sophia was quick to take the opportunity she’d been given, pushing herself up from the table before anyone had the chance to look her way again.

“Did you just jizz in your pants?!”

“No! No, I just got a cramp or something. That’s all.”

“Oh? And I suppose you spilled beer down your jeans as well.”

It took Sophia another moment to realise what had happened and as she did her eyes widened. Had she really made someone orgasm just like that? She didn’t know how to feel about that. A big part of her felt gross and disgusted but a tiny part of her, she realised, found guilty pleasure in seeing the stocky man embarrassed in front of his friends.

She knew as well that she should have felt guilty over what had happened. She’d brought another man to orgasm that wasn’t her fiancé after all. But somehow she just didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that it was over so fast. It barely felt like she had done anything at all. Or maybe it was the fact that all her concern and attention was already being invested on the results of this game that promised far greater consequences for her down the line.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you guys.”

The man ran off to the toilets to clean himself up to a chorus of laughter from his friends. Sophia was glad for the moment of reprieve from the situation she was in but it didn’t last for long. One by one the other guys turned back towards her, waiting for her to take her shot and she felt the pressure begin to mount once again. She looked back at the table and the difficult position she’d been put in. She knew now that taking a shot from across the table was not a possibility for her but that didn’t leave many options open for her. She’d have to take a risk if she wanted any chance of cleaning this game up.

Moving around the table, Sophia planned out a shot to bounce a ball off the cushion and into the side pocket. It was one of the more difficult shots she’d ever taken, but she knew if she managed it she’d be in a great position to pot her last ball and then the black. There was a lot riding on this single play and Sophia could feel her hands shaking, flustered from the build-up of everything that had happened until now. This shot was make or break, with her bodily autonomy and her faithfulness to Alan on the line. She took her time lining it up, using every one of the techniques that her beloved had taught her. Finally, she held her breath and delivered a strong hit to the white. She watched as it struck the yellow, sending it rolling across the felt to ricochet off the cushion along the line that she’d planned and into pocket.

A surge of excitement erupted from deep within. She’d actually made the shot! With that it would be smooth sailing to clean up the rest of the table. She wouldn’t have to fight that urge to betray her beloved. She’d won! Sophia spun around, eager to celebrate her skilful play with the others, but the look she got back from them was not what she’d been expecting. Their smiles were nervous, brows raised as they looked between her and the table. She followed their gazes, confused as to what they were looking at. Nothing seemed strange to Sophia. The table was as she expected it to be, holding the balls still in play: the white, one yellow, three reds and… and…

“You potted the black…”

Sophia had been too busy watching her colour to see it happen, but there was no mistaking it. The black was nowhere to be seen. The white must have knocked it into a pocket after bouncing off the yellow. And if she potted the black while one of her colours was still in play, then that meant…

“I guess you win.”

The words came out of her mouth unbidden, directed towards the man she’d been playing against.

“Would you like to redeem your prize?”

All the hope, all the triumph and elation that had filled Sophia’s heart just a moment ago, was suddenly doused as the words **** their way from her mouth. After all her efforts, after all her time carefully planning out her shots and skilfully enacting them, one tiny mistake had invalidated everything she’d done, leaving her completely at the mercy of the man she lost to.

She looked at Declan, **** to see some hint of self-control behind those eyes, some lasting light of loyalty, but what she saw made her heart sink even further. This man had just watched her squirm around on the table in some smutty display of exhibitionism, just watched as she’d brought one of his friends to orgasm before his eyes. That wolfish gaze of his was back, and this time there was no sign of inner conflict to hold him back. Sophia couldn’t tell him no. She couldn’t give him any indication that it wasn’t completely okay for him to claim what he had won. Though every one of her nerves was quaking with dread, on the outside she could give him nothing more than a flirtatious smile. She had no hopes that Declan would choose to free her from this devastating compulsion. And in the next moment her greatest fears were confirmed.

“Everyone, make a barrier. We’ll go in the corner where nobody can see.”

And then Declan took her by the arm and led her over to nook furthest from the door and the bar. The spot she would spend the next few minutes sucking his cock.

==Author's Notes==

Hi everyone. My apologies for not publishing anything in a while. It was partially down to real-life stuff and partially down to not getting much engagement on the story recently to motivate me to write. Anyway, this chapter was originally going to have the bj scene as well but I've decided to split it up to keep the chapters shorter, so you'll have to wait a bit longer for that. After that I've already started writing up some of the hypnotherapy scene which I'm very excited for. We'll be seeing some very interesting suggestions from a well-meaning doctor.

I tried to make knowledge of the game pool unnecessary to understand what was happening in this chapter but if you had trouble following along let me know and I'll try cleaning it up.

I'm aware at this point that the stories getting pretty long and it may be difficult to remember everything that has happened. Would it be helpful for you guys if I included a chapter in the compendium with a few sentences summary of what has happened in each chapter so far? Or does anyone have another idea for a way I can help with this issue?

The image generator I use got a big update so you'll notice the images from her on look quite a bit different from the ones up to this point. Let me know if you like it or you want me to go back and update the previous images.

And as always, feel free to message me if you have any feedback, ideas or suggestions you wish to make. I'm always happy to talk about my future plans to anyone who asks.

Thank you all for reading. I hope to get the next chapter to you all within the next couple of weeks.