Monokuma Gets Things Back On Track

Monokuma's tone changes back to normal in a flash. "Alright! Now we've wasted enough time letting these sluts know they're on Candid Camera, let's proceed with the results!"

"W-wait!" Fukawa protests. "D-don't just t-talk to your audience like we're n-not even h-here! We still have q-questions! None of th-this makes sense! H-how have Hope's Peak and the g-government let this hap-" His paws a blur, Monokuma throws something in Fukawa's direction. The object lands straight in the novelist's open mouth, and you realise that it's a ball gag. The gag's strap is clearly automated in some way, and snakes around Fukawa's head, locking into place with a 'click', leaving Fukawa wide-eyed, **** to bite down on the plastic ball in her mouth. "Mmmmmphhh!" she moans in protest, although given what you learned about her sexual fantasies earlier today it could just as easily be a moan of arousal. She tries to remove the device from her head, but the locking mechanism is clearly far more advanced than on a regular sex shop product.

"That's what I think of Hope's Peak and the government!" Monokuma huffs. "This world is mine! The police, politicians, the military, they are all either dead or my servants! The next person to question the truth of what I say will get the same treatment as Fukawa-chan here, and much worse besides!" You look around at your fellow classmates as they process yet more information about the nightmarish situation you're trapped in. You debate in your head whether he's bluffing about the state of the outside world, but then remember the image of Times Square you'd seen. How has the world succumbed to this psychopath and their accomplices in such a short time? you question, but you don't speak up again, glancing at Fukawa as saliva starts to build up in her mouth.

"Now, where were we?" asks Monokuma. "Ah yes, the results! We all remember our poll results, don't we?" He puts the image back on-screen. "Our audiences predicted Maizono-chan to perform the worst in this challenge, hmm? Puhuhu... that perfect, innocent idol act really had them all fooled, huh?" Maizono whimpers, her face flushed red as she averts her eyes from the screen, wiping away at the beginnings of tears with her sleeve. You realise just how much worse the global livestreaming aspect of this game is for her in particular, as someone who's livelihood relies on being perceived as pure and undefiled. You glare at Monokuma for the millionth time today. I'll stop him, you think to yourself again. If the bear feels your eyes on him he doesn't acknowledge it, turning his attention to the top half of the poll results. "Asahina-san, meanwhile, was a fan-pick to perform well in this task. I suppose they thought her big tits and slutty body made her a pro cock-sucker by default! Puhuhuhu... maybe if she'd used those melons to her advantage in the challenge, things would have ended better for her." Asahina looks furious at the bear's comments, but has understandably run out of fight for now, simply hanging her head in shame.

"So, that's what the fans thought would happen, but lets remind ourselves how this challenge really went down!" Monokuma trilled, before a message flashed up briefly on the monitor:

6TH PLACE

The screen then showed recorded footage of Asahina in the cubicle, stroking her dildo slowly with an expression of pure disgust and embarrassment. In real life, meanwhile, the swimmer covered her face with her hands, not wanting to watch back her depravity on-screen. You yourself feel like you should look away too, but somehow can't bring yourself to do so. "Asahina-chan struggled with getting to grips with working a cock," Monokuma commentates, in full game show host mode at this point. "Maybe she's a lesbian, or maybe she was just in denial about how much my thick rubber dick was turning her on. Hell, maybe it's both!" Video of Asahina's final effort in the challenge then plays, the red-faced girl putting her all into sucking off the artificial member. "When she realised time was against her, she stepped up her game, but it just wasn't enough, landing her in the punishment zone!"

5TH PLACE

Footage now plays of Celeste performing her own fellatio on her dildo, stopping frequently when she seemed to feel she was degrading herself too much. "Miss Ludenberg pretended to be a refined and elegant lady in the early stages, and it almost put her in the danger zone, but she managed to survive by embracing her inner slut, more than even I expected!" The Celeste on-screen removes her skirt and panties before spearing herself on the dildo, squealing in pleasure at the penetration before beginning to ride the sex toy, moaning like a cheap whore the whole time. The real Celeste glares daggers at Monokuma, but the look is made considerably less intimidating by the fact that she's still have to use her hands to cover her crotch.

Monokuma turns to face her. "Seriously, you took me by complete surprise there, and that's not easy to do! I really pictured this challenge as an oral task; that's why I set it up in the dining area, see!" He shrugs. "I guess I underestimated just how slutty you guys all are, huh? Oh, did you enjoy this surprise?" He gestures for Celeste to look at the screen again, where footage of her being pumped full of seed by the dildo is playing. "It's not actually cum, by the way - it's a chemical I cooked up when I was bored in a science lab one time. You won't get pregnant... probably."

Celeste scowls at him. "Fuck you," she mutters, and Monokuma laughs uproariously.

Footage of the rest of you is shown over the next couple of minutes. You are once again bewildered by Fukawa's change in personality and prehensile tongue, but Monokuma brushes it off as the novelist entering 'bitch in heat mode' while Fukawa herself whines around her ball gag. You are objectified and slut-shamed in Monokuma's commentary just like your classmates, but that doesn't embarrass you nearly as much as the footage of the slut on-screen, taking her dildo all the way to the base while moaning around the fake cock like a porn star. I can't let him win like that again, you tell yourself, remembering just how close to orgasming you were. But even as you think that, your pussy twitches as you watch the footage back.

Finally, after laughing about Enoshima's expression of lust at receiving a facial for far too long, Monokuma gets to Maizono. "Maizono-chan proved her pure image to be nothing but a fabrication, showing blowjob skills a whore would be jealous of," the bear quipped as the footage showed pretty much exactly what he was describing, finishing off with the idol swallowing the load of cum in its entirety. "Those skills were enough to make Sayaka Maizono our first ever challenge winner, and more than worthy of our illustrious reward!" Oh, yes, the reward. In all the chaos, you'd almost forgotten about it.

It seems Maizono had too, and now she's leaning against her podium, staring at Monokuma with pleading, **** eyes. "Please..." she begs. "You've ruined my career, my life... isn't it enough? Please, I won the challenge, I did everything you said... the reward... I can go free, right?"

"Sure!" beamed Monokuma, and relief washes over Maizono's face, only for Monokuma to immediately replace that emotion with utter contempt. "You can go free...ly into a world of sexual ecstasy, with this premium Monokuma-brand dildo! Only used once!" He throws the sex toy onto Maizono's podium. It's eight inches long, black and white, and coated in a layer of saliva; it's undoubtedly the one Maizono herself had sucked on during the challenge. The idol lets out a feral scream that catches the rest of you off-guard, sweeping the dildo off her podium in fury before slamming her head in her hands, slumped over the wooden stand.

"Oh, wait... there is one more part to the reward I forgot to mention," says Monokuma. Maizono weakly lifts her head, staring at him suspiciously. The bear points at the screen, and a scoreboard is displayed. All your names are on it, with the number zero next to them, except for Maizono's, which has a number one. "I get bored very easily, see," Monokuma says, pretending to stifle a yawn. "My doctor says it's something like 'Attention Deficit Homicidal Disorder'. Eventually, I'll get bored of this game too, and want to move on to something else. Each time one of you bitches wins a challenge, you'll get a point on the board, just like Maizono-chan has right now. Whoever has the most points by the time I get bored, whenever that is... you get to leave. And I'll even let you take whoever you want from the replica school with you too! Cross my heart and hope to die! Puhuhuhuhu~"

You glance around the room once again at the other students. Maizono has a **** hunger in her expression, Celeste is showing the slightest hint of competitive fire for the first time since cumming on the dildo, Enoshima's jizz-covered face is looking determined, and even Asahina has just a hint of a sparkle in her eyes that had been absent since she learned she was going to be punished. Fukawa's still drooling around a ball gag, but the point still stands - everything else Monokuma has told you during this results ceremony has brought you nothing but despair, but this... this provides hope. You grimace. This game just got even more dangerous.

"Anyway, enough chatter!" Monokuma declares. "Our audience has been waiting, and waiting patiently! It's time for the moment you've been anticipating... it's... PUNISHMENT TIME!"

"N-no, please!" Asahina cries out, leaning over her podium to plead with the bear, the fear suddenly too much for her. "Let me try again! I-I'll suck it really good this time, I'll- AAAAAHHHH!" A robotic tendril snakes out from nowhere and grabs her around the neck, and before any of the rest of you can so much as move to grab her, she's been pulled through one of the courtroom's side doors. Monokuma chuckles to himself before raising a paw to adjust the monitor, the image on the screen changing to allow you to watch Asahina's fate in its entirety...