Cosplay Slut Royal

Chapter 1 - Round One: Lessons Learned

"Cosplay Star Royale" was the single strangest business offer to ever grace the inboxes of some of the world's most famous cosplayers. Billing itself as "Survivor but with cosplay", the pitch was a little bizarre, but the gist of it was simple enough; an internet reality show where famous cosplayers were put on a tropical resort island, working through challenges oriented both toward physical aptitude and survival as well as cosplay, culminating in a massive convention to take place at the end of the show. Nobody was entirely sure how the two concepts connected very well, and that clash made it all strange, but a reputable production company seemed behind it--even if their chief product seemed to be combat sports--and entry prize of one million dollars just to participate certainly sounded nice, and the idea of a show like that could certainly blow their online profiles up even bigger.

It wasn't long before some of the girls replied back, and in short order they found themselves with flights booked for the island. Contracts for participation were to be signed on the spot, the girls were told, and if they chose to walk away from the show they would at least have a free flight to a resort island. The instructions were simple enough: all needed amenities would be provided during the show, and the women shouldn't bring any supplies or costumes with them, just what they needed for the flight. Even phones would be provided, and had to be for the sake of the game, so any possessions brought to the island would have been taken for the time being anyway.

Flights coming in from all over the world brought the cosplayers down, none of them booked on the same flight for the sake of keeping things 'interesting'. The schedule was kept tight though, the women rushed from the airstrip into the hotel and into separate rooms to wait, so that everyone would be brought into the conference room together. It was the strangest and admittedly kind of shadiest booking they'd taken, but the excitement kept them waiting.

As did luscious views from the rooms they were in. They weren't in proper hotel 'rooms', so to speak. Just smaller conference rooms, and there was little else to do but look out the window and soak in the gorgeous view. The resort hotel looked out onto sweet, thick green jungle, onto spacious beaches, and according to brochures they'd been sent, the hotel had a rooftop pool, jacuzzi suites, spas, and all manner of activities. It would hopefully be a fun stay, all things considered. They had plenty of time to think about it before they were finally told they would be meeting in the conference room down the hall, at which point the girls left their individual rooms and began to spot each other in the hall. By the time they all filed into the room, it was clear the competition was stiff.

Jessica Nigri, the biggest star in the room, was a big surprise for the other girls, who figured she would have probably been too big for this kind of competition and wouldn't need the boost to her brand. It certainly helped tighten them up, but none of the girls there were slouches themselves, all big deals, all with hundreds of thousands of followers.

Tasha, the leader of the Korean cosplay group Spiral Cats, took her seat next, the only one of her group to be invited to participate, but she definitely sought to represent them.

Yaya Han took her seat the furthest end of the table, looking around at the competition curiously.

Hungary's Enji Night slipped into her seat next, smiling at the others and settling comfortably into her seat, wondering where this would all lead to.

It was a sentiment shared by Vampy Bit Me, who the curiosity ate away at maybe harder than everyone else as she settled down into her seat, wondering where this was all going.

Maria, who went by Fernanda Cosplay, sat down last, hiding her nerves as best she could, the least notable--but on the rise--out of everyone in the group, surprised she was in the ranks of such big names. The Brazilian was just barely even eighteen and eligible for this, and when the company reached out to her it was with great excitement to be able to have her included in the project, which put a whole lot of pressure on her.

All six cosplayers sat the conference table, and before long, a fleet of business folk in expensive suits walked in, taking up the other spots at the table, one at the head sitting down with briefcases. He began to open them as he sat. "Ladies," he said, offering a slow nod of his head. "Thank you all for coming, and for agreeing to be part of this project. We have a few legal matters to go over still like the official signing of contracts, and then we can get started." He began to pull out thick contracts, roughly the size of books without their covers, stacked too high for anyone to ever want to read. "You don't need to sign these until the end of the pitch," he said reassuringly, as if the sheer volume before them was any consolation. "So let's begin.

"To start off with: one million dollars cash will be given to everyone who signs a contract to participate. If you don't, feel free to stick around longer if you'd like or book a ticket back home, it's entirely your call. The grand prize of ten million dollars will will be given at the end to whoever has the most points, which is how the game will go. Each of you will receive a phone. These phones have software on them that makes it so you can only communicate with each other and with your 'life line' to the producers. You'll receive challenges through text messages, and have thirty seconds to accept or deny them. If you accept, you go fulfill that challenge for points. If you deny it, you send it off to another contestant and the points offered go up, and each rejection makes it worth more, especially after it circles back around to you again.

"All of this will be streamed live, of course; we have camera people to follow you from time to time, and many of your challenges will take place where there's live cameras. Fans will be able to watch live, and even participate through social media and weigh the challenges against you. The world will be watching everything you do on this show, and your fans shouldn't be let down, should they?" He flashed a very skeevy kind of smile toward them. "My boss, Mister Dalton Wood, has been working very hard on making this special project a reality, and we think you're going to enjoy this show a lot, and be bigger stars at the end of it.

"So, unless you have any questions, it's about time you sign these contracts and we get you girls off to the stage."

"I have one," Enji noted, looking up from her contract. "I thought the show was called 'Cosplay Star Royale', but this refers to it as Cosplay 'Slut' Royale."

"Oh, right." The man kept his unsettling, slimy grin up high as he looked at her. "Well, we decided to change the name to more accurately reflect the show's subject matter."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Tasha asked. The man's fast talking had been a bit hard for her to follow as he rambled right through his pitch, but she could tell something was very shady about all of this even with a bit of a language barrier.

"It means the challenges are all sexual in nature. Glory holes, endurance competitions, seeing how fast you can get a guy off with only your tits... You know, what the internet really wants to see you girls do." He leaned forward, a bit more aggressive and hostile in the sentiment as he eyed her up and down, holding the line. "That's where the money with you girls is. Game companies know it, and they skirt the line by shoving you into revealing, cleavagey costumes to pimp their games at conventions, but we're going all the way here. People will pay out the ass to watch you six getting fucked raw, and we're all going to get real rich off it."

"This isn't going to happen," Vampy said, shaking her head and pushing the contract away from her. "I'm not doing this. I won't **** myself like that for--:"

"Fuck off. I've seen your shoots, don't pretend you're not already selling yourself with sex. Those fantastic tits of yours are why you're sitting at this table. We're just helping you maximize what you can make off of them." He didn't back down from his wicked remarks, and even the women not speaking up about things were more than a little put off by the sudden ignition of his attitudes.

"Fuck you," Vampy snapped back, rising up from the table and starting toward the door.

"You want to walk away from that? Fine, be my guest, but we comped return fare for after the show ends; if you want to get back, you can certainly hire a charted flight to take you there, but it's the only way you get off the island. And I'm sure you have all the money in the world to rent a room at at a luxury island resort for all that time, too." He watched as Vampy froze up, as she started to pull back from the door, realizing what was happening here. "Yeah, I thought not. Sit your cute butt back down, Vampy. You're going to be just like the others."

"You tricked us into coming here," Jessica said. "You tricked all of us. That's why we didn't see the contracts earlier; you wanted to surprise us after you already had us here and ****." She didn't look all too pleased herself about this.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, hands going up in the air, voice dry with mockery; anything to dance around what would technically be an admission of guilt. "You have the choice to walk away from this and either take matters into your own hands or wait out our complimentary offerings. We're not making you sign this contract that legally binds you to remain on the island for the duration of the contest under a seven figure penalty. We're not making you accept any challenges. We're just saying it's in your best interest right now to do it, because you're in a very unfortunate situation."

"So you entrapped us, you just won't say you did," Yaya grumbled.

The room soured greatly, the general tone of everything going from curious but eager to disappointed and nervous. Everyone knew the truth now, knew they had been tricked into coming here so they could be trapped and **** into a humiliating, degrading sexual game show, and there was just no getting around that fact now. This was a cold, calculated ploy to entrap these women into signing up for something that was definitely not what they'd been told it was, and helpless to do anything about it from their negotiating position of nothing to do to stop this, nobody really had much choice, through some of them were certainly trying to think about a way out.

Only one girl had kept quiet the whole time. Maria was the youngest, least well known of the bunch, and maybe that immaturity played a little bit into foolishness and acceptance of what she was doing, but she didn't care. She had an opportunity before her, and as a broke-ass eighteen year-old she didn't really have any alternative. She signed on the dotted line, not wanting to wait any longer or go through any more confusing, twisting arguments to do something that felt like a foregone conclusion to her. She signed it, and pushed the contract forward. "I'm in," she said.

"Excellent. That is the initiative I was hoping to see from a rising star like you. And the rest of you? You were expecting Survivor, but imagine how hard it'll be to actually survive with no money in a place catering to the rich. You know how expensive food here is?" He leaned back in his seat, as one of the silent suits walked over to accept the contract and another opened a briefcase, showing the million dollars in cash. At the top of it sat a credit card, and that was what was handed to Maria. "For your own security, we've issued you a card loaded with your million dollars, rather than having you carry the cash around. It's yours to spend on the island as you want to, and once the game is over, any remaining money will be given to you in cash."

He then looked back to the others, expecting and waiting. One by one, the women signed away their dignity, left with **** in the matter and having to just give in to the demands and expectations of the creepy man sitting there with a broad smirk across his face. Each of the women were handed their cards, their phones and bags taken away and contest phones given in their place. It had all felt shady for a reason, and now they understood it, but there was nothing anyone could do, powerless now to keep from accepting this insanity as they were eyed eagerly by all the people in the room, watching them give up their good public image for what would surely be the end of all dignity for them.

Once all their contracts had been signed, their phones went off, and the man laughed excitedly. "This will be your first chance to score some points, it looks like," he said wickedly. "The question is, are you ready to do anything you can to win ten million dollars?"

The prompts read out what they had to do and where, instructions on the sex act and what costume they'd find to get into for it. 'Yes' and 'No' buttons taunted them, as did a steadily ticking down timer, 30 seconds draining out of the bar. The clock ticked down, and there was really no winner in the room given all the things they saw, but they all knew they had to salvage something out of this, and if they were going to tank their careers and public images, ten million dollars would at least give them a nice cushion to sell out with.

Nobody turned down the deal.

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In the hotel lobby, Enji was decked out in a version of her Mt. lady costume from My Hero Academia that stretched the already questionable character design to new heights by outright removing all the white parts from the costume, leaving bare flesh in their place. Her tits were out, her ass was up high in the air, and in effect all she had left was an under-bust corset and stockings. Her first challenge was to play anal slut in the lobby, and even if she was burning up with deep, furious shame at what she felt, it didn't take long for her to realize that shame didn't even really begin to cover the feeling of having strangers fucking her ass in the lobby.

"Line up for a turn with my hot ass!" she yelled out. She had to. It was part of the goal she'd been given, drawing attention to it. "Keep fucking this anal whore, I'm not going anywhere!" She'd get one point for each man who fucked her ass to completion, and that meant she just had to go with it, whining as the deep thrusts into her tight back door loosened it up, the searing physical sensations barely even registering as the emotional toll mounted hot and out of control. Enji was actually going somewhere; there was a time limit to this, but she wanted to play the odds and hope they could finish quickly and she could be off with a healthy lead before long.

Some were watching. Some were recording with their phone. A few crew members hauled big cameras around to get the shot they wanted, one trained on her face and the **** spread across it while another took a wide shot of the action, and another still zoomed in from a distance focused on the bouncing of her perky butt as the big cock slammed down into it. She was helpless now against the prospect of this brutal treatment, fingers digging into the carpet as her ass was treated carelessly, fucked with deep, brutal strokes that shoved the thick cock into it with very little care or control.

As one cock blew its load into her ass, Enji let out a nervous howl, confused and excited by the warm, gooey sensation flooding into her backside but no less eager now to keep rolling through it as the next guy swapped out his place, coming in from behind and shoving his cock into her ass, now loosened up and with some cum to make it a smoother fuck as he began to take her just as hard, reigniting her panicked cries of confusion. "Keep coming, boys! My ass is open for business, as long as you want it!" There was something infuriating about this, but she did what she had to do, hoping that she could keep the pressure up and at least score an early lead; she'd looked over at the phone of the girl beside her, and saw nothing about repeated points to be earned, just a flat number. She had to beat that number.

"What kind of cosplay slut bends over in a hotel lobby and asks guys to fuck her ass?" one of the men remarked, and it sent more throbbing shame coursing through her, as she tried her best to focus on enduring the worst of it, fingers tight as she was pounded into harshly. She had to keep it together. She just told herself that, over and over again. It was about winning, and if she got out of this she could find some way to make it right, but she couldn't sign away her everything for this only to then go and lose the contest. She couldn't. Something positive needed to come out of this.

Another load flooded into her ass, and this time, between the friction and the shame, something happened. Something embarrassing that the camera caught eagerly, as Enji came. Nobody had touched her pussy, and the cameras spoke to as much, but the raw thrill of anal alone had pushed her over the edge. She yelled in surprise and excitement, guilty about how good it felt and knowing the camera was capturing all of it,. that her humiliation would be shown all over the internet as her face lit up with a **** kind of bliss, her body shivering in excitement. Men laughed and made callous remarks of her, one reaching forward and smacking her ass as another stepped up to penetrate her loosened up back door.

"I bet the real Mount Lady wouldn't gape that hard," he groaned as he pushed forward, plugging her ass with his cock and getting right to work at pounding her himself, leaving Enji to wallow in the special kind of misery that was being made a spectacle of.

And the cameras caught all of it. This was being streamed live, for all the internet to see, and she had no idea just how bad it was or just how much she was being pulled down into something shameful. Not yet. She was left to suffer this indignity in confused isolation, her phone not even going to let her know anything about the contest aside from the point standings, keeping her in the dark and easily manipulated some more by the organizers who clearly moved with callous, wicked intent.

The men kept coming. The line was long, and Enji held herself together, gritting her teeth as she began to push back against the thrusts, seeking to make this end faster, seeking to get out of here before this all became a little too insane for her. She needed to rack up all the points she could before this was over, and nothing could get in her way now. Not even dignity. "Fuck me harder!" she whined, looking back over her shoulder. "Pound my tight little ass, a-as hard as you can. Please, just use it. Use me. I'm here to please, and my ass needs to get fucked raw!" She was saying things she would never have said before, but which had become her only way through this.

It was a sacrifice she had to make.

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The fact that her Blair lingerie, complete with blue wig and witch hat, was waiting in the conference room was the tip-off to Jessica that this whole production was one big excuse. The very low-cut corset she wore made it easy to keep the whole thing on as she gave a steady, quick titfuck to the same skeevy exec who had been talking to them the whole time, walking them through their own deep humiliation. It was only him, Jessica, and a few crew members with cameras in the room, as she gripped her ample chest and worked it up and down his cock, trying not to make eye contact with the corrupt suit who had played her like a cheap kazoo.

"It's good you came around and agreed to be part of this historic project," he said, smirking wide, leaning back and just watching as one of the most famous and lusted after pairs of breasts on the internet was wrapped tight around his cock, the biggest star in cosplay working up and down his cock tirelessly to give him exactly what he wanted. Of course he'd personally made sure Jessica's first task involved servicing his cock. He would have been a fool not to, and in his position anyone would have done the same, he believed. "And of course, for agreeing to give me what I want, you're receiving more points than almost any other girl in this round, and for such easy work. You should be proud; favoritism is getting you a nice, early base to play with."

Jessica didn't want to say anything. She shivered, just trying to keep silent and to keep working on what she had before her, on the insanity of this whole situation. She'd been set up, and now she was servicing one of the men responsible for it. All while cameras caught her titfuck. Her tits weren't technically out, but there was still little mystery left to them, and what she was doing helped feed into the wrongness of it all more than easily enough for it all to make its vulgar point. She was doing porn, actually, really performing a sexual act on camera. All those thousands or even maybe millions of comments made about her and how she should do porn had been vindicated, and Jessica was powerless to stop it.

"Faster, slut. I want you to work those big tits all over my cock as fast as you can!" Having the time of his life with this control and this power, the exec could see that Jessica was conflicted and frustrated, that she was giving in to something she wasn't entirely behind and that his little game was taking a toll on her. Good. That was what he wanted, what he'd been setting her up for and craving this whole time. Now he finally had Jessica Nigri herself working her tits up and down his cock, and it was the best way to start breaking down her resolve, as he held all the cards. Including the ones that kept secret what depravities waited for her. Here, in the conference room, Jessica had no idea what the other girls were doing, no idea what twisted escalations awaited the her and the others.

But even still, Jessica didn't need any help to be put off, to be nervous, to be **** in working her tits up and down the big dick before her as she tried her best to keep herself moving and to keep the pressure up even as the insanity took its twisted, vulgar toll. She was in over her head, and she didn't know how to stop it or what to do about this. She just had to keep moving, little grunts of effort the only sounds she made as, in trying to clamp up, she went for silent and stoic. It was the only way she could get through this okay.

"I've waited so long to have these fat tits wrapped around my dick. It's half the reason I started working on this show, and now the internet gets to watch you debase yourself like a filthy whore. Ha ha, those Patreon perverts are all creaming their pants right now because they don't have to give you twenty bucks a month hoping for a nipple slip anymore." He didn't hold back his vicious tongue, as he worked her over with the same vulgarity from before. It was all rather simple; the sole goal of his remarks were to keep pounding down on their self-worth, buttering them up for what was to come, to keep the show interesting. If they all took the high road and ignored all the 'fun' challenges, there'd be no show, but if he could humiliate a top star like Jessica Nigri and get her to feel so low she'd give in to the depravity that awaited her, he was going to become a very rich man.

Jessica bit down on her tongue, not doing anything to stop this or argue against him. Her breasts kept moving, and she just focused on the task at hand, focused on doing exactly what he wanted her to do and letting the motion speak for itself. She wasn't in a position to do much else, and this wasn't where her right was. She pressed on, frustrated and nervous, groaning her way through the quick, dirty titfuck she was giving, thankful he wasn't looking for much else and trying her best to give in to what she was doing as this all spun so violently out of control.

"All over your face!" he yelled, tugging back hard on her hair as he pulled her away, Jessica whining as she was dragged back and then pulled forward, the exec smacking her across the cheek with his cock in a show of debasement and ownership before he blew his load. He painted Jessica's gorgeous face with a thick, gooey facial that left her shivering, disgust flaring up inside of her as she endured the raw indignity, not really shown any other choice. She winced, trying her best not to think too much about all of it as she was shoved back. "Now tell the camera you love cum, and I'll give you another point."

One point. One measly point on top of the ten she received for the little sweetheart deal of fucking a production bigwig. But it was a point she didn't have to get fucked for, and she knew those opportunities would be rare. With a nervous whine, Jessica turned to one of the cameras, looking at it with cum all over her face. She didn't have a choice. "I love cum," she confessed, voice quivering with panic and confusion and anger and shame all at once. But it didn't matter if it wasn't some hot, lusty confession; some guys liked it better that she was ashamed.

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In some ways, Maria had made a grand mistake by signing the contract first and without complaint or remark. She hadn't been given a sweetheart deal for the initiative she took, hadn't been granted a super easy pass or a hefty load of points to start off with. Her task had been direct and simple: get facefucked for two points. A measly two, the lowest of any girl in the first round. She didn't know that, though, had no idea how much the others were getting as she settled down onto her feet in front of the man whose big, meaty cock brushed against her cheek. She slipped into her costume of Shura Kirigakure from Blue Exorcist, wearing a red and blonde wig and a top that showed off her gorgeous breasts well.

"I'm ready," she said, approaching this whole mess with a certain kind of near-eagerness. Maria was in over her head, and she knew it. Just like every other girl in this competition, the idea of letting a strange man fuck her mouth wasn't exactly the most appealing things in the world, but she knew she had to do it, and she was ready to prove herself, cameras trained on her as the cock pushed forward, sinking into her mouth slowly, giving Maria just enough seconds to feel like this was going to maybe be kind of merciful before, with one deep, stroke, the man buried his cock right down to the base, shoving into her throat and making her **** loudly on the fat prick.

Her eyes went wide as he began to fuck her, hammering feverishly forward without consequence or care as he began to use her. "Fucking tight throat for a porno slut," groaned the man who grabbed her head and held it tightly in place as deep, broad thrusts of his hips drove his cock to the hilt inside of her throat with each push, his balls slapping against her chin as he went. She had no idea who this man was, and he didn't exactly know who she was either, just a man roped into playing the role of blowjob receiver from some cute Brazilian teen in a wig. He didn't even know what cosplay was, but he knew what deepthroating was, and that was all that mattered.

The pressure was intense, Maria's throat spasming around his cock as she took it, frustrated and squirming about under the pressure of what was happening to her. She wasn't ready for even half of what bore down upon her as her throat was plugged up by the big dick, her air flow blocked and cut off, which made panic swell inside of her. She grabbed at the man's thighs, trying to get him to pull back or for air, but she didn't receive it. She was treated to the deepest, most thorough oral pounding she could have ever imagined, far worse than she'd ever had in person, worse than any kind of porn she'd ever gotten off to. This was brutality on a level that Maria was woefully unprepared to even learn about, but she was being given a crash course now.

Drool spilled out. Thick, goopy drool, the kind that only a fucking of someone's tonsils could provide. It ran down her chin and into her cleavage, leaving her a total mess **** to endure the insanity and to just take it, as she found herself too weak to push him back. She would have been too weak if she were able to breathe, but without it, the cosplayer was **** to endure this brutality at its absolute worst, to suffer the violation of her throat and be utterly helpless to do anything to stop it.

The cameras caught all of it. Caught her eyes watering as the pressure built and she was treated so cruelly that Maria didn't know how to handle it. She wasn't even sure she'd remain conscious through this madness as it drew on, as without pause the violation of her throat continued, no end in sight. The only light at the end of the tunnel she had to look forward to was the one threatening to consume her if she blacked out, and that didn't help matters at all.

Amid the loud, sloppy **** sounds and the staccato rhythm of balls slapping against her chin, Maria's recorded oral violation was loud and it was messy, further pushing her down into the degrading depths of something she was definitely not prepared for. Inexperience ruled her now, and she couldn't hold back the growing sense of panic threatening to undo her as she received the worst. So out of it, she didn't even notice signs or cues that he was close, didn't realize that he was ready to blow until it was too late, until cum was flooding down her throat and the new presence of something warm, thick, and wet splashing down her gullet set her alight.

Hope rushed through her. A weird, messy kind of hope, as the cock drew back and flooded her mouth with even more salty, pungent cum. It tasted strange, made Maria shiver and whine, but she gulped it all down nonetheless, gasping for air and frustrated by what she felt, by the need to just give in to it. She didn't even have to swallow it for her challenge, but instinct took over, particularly the instinct to gulp down anything, be it air or spunk, as she tried to get her bearings back.

Maria had earned her two points, but in the process she had only set up the long game being played with her. Her eagerness may have been to the benefit of the producers, may have set the ball rolling, but instead of being rewarded for it, she was likely to be utterly crushed by her own desperation. Ending the round in such a paltry position, they'd have the prime opportunity to test how much she wanted to win and get ahead, and she didn't even know yet how bad it would soon be.

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Yaya and Tasha were put into Scarlet Witch and Black Widow costumes, respectively, down on their knees before two men in chairs as they looked nervously at one another. They had been assigned a competitive task, where the goal was to make their man cum. Victory would net the winner four points, and the loser would only get one. Nobody knew how big that was or how rare points would be, but it didn't paint a very good picture, and if both had to suck cock anyway, they wanted to get the most.

"Ready..." groaned one of the men, excited as he stared down Yaya's plump cleavage, so ready to enjoy the gorgeous woman's mouth. "Go!' With that, the two cosplayers shoved forward, whining as they gulped down the cocks before them in sudden, sloppy oral competition. They were in control of how they sucked the cocks before them, but both knew that that 'control' was an empty lie. They needed to go fast if they wanted to win, and that necessity helped supersede all decency and restraint within them, pushing them both brutally and carelessly forward as they sloppily throated the big dicks in front of them, only one goal before them, and that was to do their best to give their men the best blowjobs they could.

Yaya went deep and steady, throating the cock immediately and making sure every motion was a careful and controlled one. She moaned lowly, rumbling around the cock between gagging sounds as she made sure to press on deep, extended bursts of raw deepthroating keeping the cock well sucked as she worked to indulge in showing him something sloppy and reverent. She was able to pull back and take a breath when she needed it, going shallow for a moment and then shoving back down again to let the spasming of the lining of her throat massage his prick. Yaya worked fine technique, and she hoped that it would do all that she needed to do.

"It's so big," she gasped, pulling back a moment and giving it broad, rapid strokes, panting for air before she shoved her way right back down again and slurped the cock into her throat. She took him down to the base, drool dripping down his balls as she worked up and down in careful and broad motions, almost restrained as she walked the careful tightrope, pushing herself to keep going and to persevere as long as she could through the sloppy oral treatment. Breaks weren't going to help, but she didn't want to black out, and so they were necessary, but she had to take them only in moderation.

By contrast, Tasha moved fast, rough, and clumsy. With no other idea what to do about the big dick in front of her and every reason in the world to want to outpace and out-suck Yaya, Tasha felt like she had to, felt like the solution to getting what she needed was to go all out and rush forward until she had given her all and exhausted the man before her. She needed this, the same pressure upon her that all the girls felt, a competitive need to maximize her time and make sure this insane debauchery was 'worth it'. With a camera trained on her to watch her fuck her face down on the dick before her, reminders lingered not only over the stakes, but over what she was really doing and how humiliating this all really was.

She gagged in loud, quick bursts on the cock, working her head up and down quickly enough to not need to take breaks as she caught short little breaths through her nose as she kept moving, using speed to her advantage and hoping it could help her get him off with a grand spectacle of her own frustrations. She had to try something, and she hoped that quick, needy motions were the key, that slobbering all over the cock and showing it the most inexhaustible, thorough love she could might bring about a quick, messy orgasm. Something she wouldn't be particularly proud of, but which could at least give her the vindication of four points to her name.

A three point difference was what these women were fighting over. Slobbering all over strangers' cocks for. Degrading themselves for. It was an insanity not lost on them, something that lingered and nagged at the backs of their minds as they kept pressing onward, knowing what they were getting into and that there was a very hopeless sense of pure insanity that they couldn't shake. This was too much, too depraved and twisted and utterly inescapable, and they were resigned to just give in to it all.

Yaya's man came first. Finesse and steady devotion won out, and with a low groan, the man came right down her throat, his hand grabbing the back of her head and forcing her in place as he emptied his cock right down her throat, depositing a load right into her stomach. Yaya gasped and shivered, trying not to flail her hands about or panic as she took it in stride, at least getting some kind of victory from the matter. Four points was good enough that she just accepted the treatment, even the remark of, "Good whore," that came with it.

Tasha was about to pull back and complain, but she found herself trapped too, as hands pulled her down sharply and **** her down to the base of the cock she was sucking on, too. She couldn't escape from what she felt, from the twisted shame of a big load pumping down her throat. She lost, and for good measure she was now **** on a big dick and feeling the pulsating shaft shooting off a heavy load inside of her. It wasn't a particularly proud moment, and as she was shoved back from the cock, Tasha felt dizzy, ashamed, unable to meet Yaya's eyes.

Which was good, because some cruel part of Yaya was glad she'd won, glad she'd been the 'better whore'. It was wrong and horrible, but she couldn't deny it. She felt tempted to make some awful remark, torn up with curiosity and need before finally she said in sharp, harsh Chinese, knowing that the native Korean wouldn't understand her, "Don't whore yourself out for money if you can't keep up. A bad slut will just embarrass herself."

Tasha didn't know what the words meant, but knew Yaya's remark was charged with something cruel, and she shivered in deep shame as she knelt there, head hung low as Yaya walked away.

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Vampy's jaw quivered as she sank down onto her knees on the beach. This was punishment. That was the only way she could look at it. For her remarks and daring to walk away from this, she was being humbled with the cruelest assignment of all the girls. She was completely naked as she knelt on the beach, right by the entrance to the changing room with her mouth open wide. She had no cosplay for this, just a sign around her neck that read, "Linda Le: Cosplayer, Piss Slut, Free Use Human Toilet". In exchange for a whopping fifteen points, Vampy had to kneel there for thirty minutes and let anyone walking by pee on her.

And people did. Vampy couldn't believe it. Men walked up to her with broad smirks across their faces, whipping out half-flaccid cocks and pissing right on her. Hot, golden streams of salty, vulgar liquid splattered onto her body as she knelt there, the cameras capturing everything. Capturing her being used like an object, like she was less than a person. It was so wrong, so raw, and she wished she could just scream, but she feared it wouldn't have done her any good and likely only led to being treated even worse by future challenges. So she knelt there, enduring the wet sensation of the pee covering her body, not knowing what to do or how to react to this, refusing to meet the eyes of anyone who would actually do their business on her.

It was a brutal lesson in the politics of the game right from the start. Vampy had crossed a line in their eyes, been ready to leave and showing that she believed she was above this, that this was a step down for her and she wasn't going to have it. Now she was getting peed on for the internet, doing it for a whopping fifteen points, too. A little note had shown up for her and only her, telling her the other girls were getting significantly less than that, that this was a 'break', and all it took was making a deal with the devil. A deal she'd made, and which she now felt filled with regret over. She'd sold herself out to indulge in the twisted vengeance of these cruel, insane people.

There was a lot of time to think, and that was the problem. Vampy was torn between being actively degraded as a human urinal, and being alone with her thoughts and left to contemplate her situation. Neither was a good lot, and there was nothing she could do to bring any semblance of decency to this chaos.

"Open up, piss slut, I want you to guzzle it all down," snickered a man walking up to her. She opened up with a low whimper, not really able to do anything else. In response, she received a hard slap across her cheek from the man who laughed at her and pointed his cock right up to her mouth, not actually pushing into it and letting the camera see the hot yellow stream gushing from his tip as the warm piss flooded into Vampy's mouth. She winced and shivered, unable to stop this and knowing she was powerless now as the man peed in her mouth. She swallowed, but with her mouth still open, little droplets of yellow splashed back out, showing off the vigorous motion and power of her gulps as she tried to avoid letting nay of the piss linger too long in her mouth.

The taste was repulsive. Strong, salty, raw. It wasn't something she wanted to deal with, and trying to swallow it down would in theory help her avoid having it linger on her taste buds, but she knew that instead she was just drinking down someone's pee and letting it fill up her stomach instead. There was no winning move here, and that had been by design. This was about tormenting Vampy, about degrading her and making a statement. A statement the entire internet saw, and which clips of would soon be sent to the other girls. No description, no warning, no explicit statement that she was being turned into a human urinal for stepping out of line. But everyone would know, and just when they thought the game wouldn't be able to take a turn any darker or deeper into disaster, they would see that things were only just beginning.

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At the end of round one, the rankings are as follows:

VampyBitMe: 15 points

Jessica Nigri: 11 points

Enji Night: 6 points

Yaya Han: 4 points

Maria Fernanda: 2 points

Tasha: 1 point