Jessica speaks freely

It had been a long, long time since she'd been able to speak. But now, finally, she did.

Jessica looked around, sullen. No one would meet her eyes. "Look at me. Look at what you all have fucking done to me. Look at my face. I'm more than my mouth. More than my vagina. Some of you are my friends. Why on earth would you do this?" As she looked, she saw that... it's not that they weren't meeting her eyes out of shame. They were just... all looking elsewhere. Some at other people, still in conversation. Some were staring at the drop of cum threatening to plop out of her asshole. But no one seemed to feel the need to actually look at her eyes, even as she was pointing at her own face and begging.

A drop of cum fell off her nipple. "I am filled to the brim," she said, looking down. Her pussy, still twitching rhythmically, would push out just a few drops of cum each time it pulsed, leading to a puddle forming beneath her.

"I am fully covered in all of this nasty, disgusting... ugh. All of this. I have done everything you asked. You've just gangraped me. All of you. And now you want me to do more? Look - I'll be your office whore. Willingly, even, at this point! Just... all this other stuff. Jesus. And now you want me to help you decide on my own ****??? What is the matter with you? Look at this 'contract' - you can't be condemning someone to live like this. Can you imagine what it would be like if you -"

Clint - that asshole - walked up to her. He hooked a few fingers into her pussy and *lifted.* Jessica rose onto her toes, still looking up at Clint. He spoke down to her "Cumsock, you realize your new job, right? From the moment you said you used cum as shampoo, this person -" he moved his arm and pivoted, putting the contract into her view, "- became who you are. Cumsock, not Jessica." Jessica started to speak, but Clint cut her off by squeezing hard with his fingers, pushing hard into her g-spot. Jessica just gasped. "The only reason we're holding off on having you sign it is so that you can help us make it better. But as far as I'm concerned, you're already Cumsock. So no. We didn't **** you. Because property can't consent. We just used you like we might use a golf club, a computer, or a vibrator." And now, while still squeezing, he was starting to poke, grip, and push into and out of of her pussy hard.

"That's horseshit and you know it, asshole." Jessica responded. She seemed a little out of breath. Clint smiled. He moved his fingers so that they were all in her ass instead. Jessica just frowned lightly at him - her ass had been loosened up in the first hour. Being held up by her asshole was a lot less pleasant than being held up by her pussy, though. Still, she pushed through. This might be the genuinely last time she got a chance to speak before they **** her to sign. She continued, "I am still the same person I was this morning, I'm just also now a victim of ****. You'd be able to tell if you hadn't forbidden me from crying or panicking. Just because you're forcing me to look calm on the outside doesn't mean I'm not falling apart on the inside. I'm literally shaking right now. Please don't -"

Sarah walked up and interrupted her. "You know, if you'd been less of a bitch then maybe I'd be more inclined to help you. Get fucked, I guess." Sarah smiled and made a heart with her hands as she said it. "Forever." Sarah grabbed a marker and walked over to Jessica. "You clearly need more time to think about your rule. I'm going to give you a task to complete so you can earn this marker. During the task, I want you to think out loud about what you would see as the worst rule. I want you to make it personal, too. Then, when you're done with my task and earned your marker, go to the board and write the rule. Now for your assignment. The task is simple: use this marker to clean up all the cum on you. Sweep it up, then open your mouth wide. Don't suck the cum off the marker - touch the back of your throat with it and shake it to **** yourself to gag over and over. After the cum has naturally fallen off the marker and down your throat, do it again. Then keep going, sweeping up all the spit that just came up, too. Keep going until you're totally clean - inside and out."

Jessica's eyes grew wide as Sarah spoke. Jesus. What had she ever done to this bitch to deserve this?

Sarah just uncapped the marker, then shoved it all the way into Jessica's pussy point-first - then she backed up and smiled.