It's what you are

How did you get here?

You're a confident badass who doesn't take shit from anyone, especially boys. If you ever heard someone calling you a toy, you would kick their ass, take their name, and leave them broken. Now, though, you were the one being broken.

How could you let this happen?

You let these losers beat you. What on earth were you thinking when you took those ridiculous wagers? Why didn't you listen to the voice inside? Why didn't you just go frig yourself in the bathroom instead of letting your goddamn pussy think for you?

Maybe... you wanted this.

The utter humiliation of being easily beaten. The lustful gaze of these pathetic nerds as you slowly revealed your true nature. The pain, the ****, the total overwhelming pleasure of being used like a piece of meat by a boy who hated you. You've never felt this good, this content, like you were discovering a secret about yourself.

"...please...they're yours..." Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

Nick's mouth curls in a chilling smile. "What? What are mine?"

You look up into his dark, cruel eyes. "My... holes. My holes are yours. I'm... I'm your toy." You take a deep, shuddering breath. Saying the words out loud makes you realize how true they are.

They are his holes. You are his toy.

The other boys are still shocked into silence by your display. You can hear George quietly weeping. "RC... no...."

Nick rewards your submission by pushing the controller all the way into you, making you moan long and loud. He slowly pulls it back, leaving just the tip inside. You whine and tremble as your pussy clutches desperately at the hard plastic.

"Good. Now beg me to let you come." He twists the controller just a little, dragging the corners against your sensitive walls.

Your breaths are hot and heavy. You need to come. "Please... ah... please let me come!'

"Call me master." He slowly, too slowly, starts to push the controller back inside you.

Hot tears sting your eyes. "Hnng! Please, master! Please let me come, master! I'll do anything!"

Now he's twisting and thrusting at the same time. It hurts, but you can still feel the orgasm coming. "I know you'll do anything. You're my toy. Now tell me what a pathetic piece of meat you are."

His words are making your head spin. "Oh! Oh master, I'm just a pathetic piece of meat. I'm just a toy for you to play with. Haaaagh!"

He's thrusting faster now. "Beg me to **** you."

"NNNaaaaah! Please master! Please **** your toy!"

He reaches his free hand out to hover over your clit. "Beg me to break your holes."

"Ah! Hah! Please, they're your holes, master! Break them, wreck them!"

Still thrusting, he brushes his thumb against your buzzing clit, making you shudder. "Tell me you're gonna beg for my cum in you every day."

The orgasm is right there, you can feel it ready to crash into you. "Guh! Every day, master! I'll beg for your sweet cum every day! Haaanh! PLEASE master! HAH!"

"Good. Now come for me, slut." He pushes the controller all the way inside you and viciously slaps your clit.

You convulse and scream as your orgasm is finally released, your walls clenching around the unnatural shape inside you. Juices squirt from your raised pussy and splatter on your face, making you flinch and sputter. Nick laughs at your pathetic display.

Still trembling, you whine and whimper as Nick pulls the controller completely out of your aching pussy. He snickers, "I can't fucking believe you came on your own face. What a disgusting slut." He gives your ass a little shove and you tumble backwards onto your hands and knees. You feel your own juices drip from your face onto the dirty floor. He's right. You are disgusting.

You look up at your master, and you see he's pulled his misshapen cock out of his pants. He's already getting hard again, and your mouth waters at the memory of him pumping that thing into your throat and pouring his cum into you. "Please... master..."

A crash draws your attention to the right, and you see that George has knocked his chair over in his haste to get up. He runs out of the room, sobbing. As he opens the door, he gives one last look back at you. His face is a mask of pain, rejection... and revulsion. Like he can't bear to look at what you've become.

It's what I've always been, deep down.

Looking back at your master, you plead with him again. "Please... your cock..." He's fully hard again, and your drenched pussy throbs at the thought of it stretching you.

He smirks. "You want your master's cock inside you, toy?" You nod. He laughs, making you shrink. "Why would I want to put my cock inside a disgusting pathetic slut like you? Go get your dick somewhere else."

Tears fall down your cheeks, mixing with the girlcum still dripping from your face. You don't think, you just do what you're told. You're **** for a cock inside you, and your master just told you to get one somewhere else. I'm not good enough for him.

You crawl over to Lincoln. "Please, please can I have your dick?" He looks down at you, his face twisting in disgust. He shakes his head. He won't even talk to you.

That familiar crushing pressure of humiliation squeezes you, making your body get hot and your pussy clench. You need someone to fuck you, to use you. Crawling over to Matt, you beg again. "Please, give me your dick. I'll dance for you, I'll do anything."

Matt lets out a short, disgusted laugh. "Ah, nuh-uh, no thanks. I don't want my dick anywhere near you after all that."

Whimpering, trembling with the weight of the humiliating rejections, you crawl over to Jacob. Before you can even open your mouth, he spits on you. "Get the fuck away from me, piggy." He lifts his foot and plants it on your face, shoving you away from him and sending you sprawling onto the dirty floor.

You lie there, shaking, sobbing, feeling utterly worthless. Your master's voice makes you raise your head. "Come here, toy. I have some dick for you."

A small sound of joy escapes your lips. You see him reaching a hand out to you, his other slowly stroking his hard cock.

Standing on unsteady legs, you walk over to him. He gives you a smile that makes your heart sing. "You've been a good little meat toy. It's time for your reward. Sit on your master's dick."

His words send a thrill through you and make your pussy clench. He wants me. He wants my hole. I'm good enough for him. You step over and straddle his lap. His hot breath against the skin of your breasts makes your nipples go painfully stiff. You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly lower yourself down onto his length. The feeling of his thick head against your entrance pulls a soft cry from you. You keep going, moaning loudly as his odd shape stretches your soaked entrance. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and you feel a warmth swell in your chest as your pussy fully embraces him.

It almost feels like love.

The moment that thought arrives Nick leans forward and shoves his tongue into your mouth. His hands squeeze your ass and grind you against his lap. You whine and moan into his overpowering kiss. He pulls back and looks you in the eye. "Now ride me, toy. Make me come."

Planting your feet firmly on the ground, you lift yourself up. You gasp at the feeling of his odd shape pulling against the walls of your pussy. The gasp becomes a groan as you lower yourself back again and feel him filling you up to your limits. You repeat the motion, pumping up and down on your master's cock. It feels amazing.

Nick smiles. "What a good toy." He reaches up and pinches your nipples. "Keep going." He doesn't move his hands as you buck against him. Your own motions are making him pull painfully at your nipples, stretching your soft breasts as you pump up and down. The pain makes your pussy gush onto his lap.

He releases one of your nipples and smacks at your breast, making you yell in pain. Then he slaps you in the face. "Do you like that, toy? Do you like it when your master hurts you?"

I do. A small sob escapes your lips. "Ah! Yes, master!"

He releases your other nipple and puts his hand around your throat, slapping you hard again with his free hand. It hurts, and it feels good, but there's more than that. He's hurting me because I'm his. He's abusing me to show me he owns me.

You start to ride him faster, slamming your pussy down into his lap, loving the feeling of him stretching you and pounding into your deepest parts. Nick smiles and slaps you again, squeezing your throat enough to constrict the airway. "Are you ready to take your master's cum in that disgusting hole of yours?"

"Yes, master! Guhk!" You can barely squeak out the words. He is in total control. You know he could squeeze the air out of you completely if he wanted, and that thought makes your pussy clamp down on his length inside you.

He smiles. "Then earn it." Still squeezing your neck, he shoves three fingers of his other hand down your throat and bends his mouth down to savagely bite at your nipple.

You release a gurgling scream around the fingers in your mouth. Your pussy squeezes painfully around the hardness inside you. Slamming yourself up and down along his length, you feel another orgasm building, this one coming from the sharp pain in your nipples and the feeling of him completely owning your throat. He bites down sharply, drawing blood, and you hear him grunt.

His cock spasms inside you, filling you with hard-earned cum. You shudder as the feeling pushes you over the edge. Unable to breathe, you feel your consciousness slip away. When it returns, your head is resting against Nick's shoulder. You feel his arms wrapped around you and his cock slowly softening inside your cum-filled pussy. You smile and let out a contented sigh.

Sensing that you're awake, Nick grabs your hair and pulls your head back so you're looking him in the eyes. His face is once again an expressionless mask, but you see the fire in his eyes. The fire that promises to consume you.

"What does a good toy say when they get their master's cum?"

You take a trembling breath. "Thank you, master."

He gives you a thin smile. "Now tell me you're mine."

You smile back. "I'm yours, master."

"Forever?"

Your lips part. Your pussy clenches. Abused, tortured, played with like a meat toy... forever?