Not even close (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

Samantha decides to play the referee. “3, 2, 1, GO!” *Thud*

Your arm hits the table immediately. Wait… what? Does that mean you lost? Grr…

“ARE YOU ON SHTEROIDS OR SHOMETHING? YOU’RE OBVIOUSHLY CHEATING!” you exclaim.

“Come now, don’t be a sore loser. On your knees, now,” the man replies shortly.

You puff your cheeks in anger, but deep down you know it’s pointless. He won, so you have to give him a blowjob. It was a bet you made with Samantha, and you can’t have her thinking your word is no good, can you?

You slink down to the floor, and Sam quickly takes your place sitting across from the man you lost against. It’s cramped under here… You find the man’s cock already hard and ready, so you lean forward and give it an experimental lick. You keep this up for a minute or so, with the man occasionally slapping you in the cheek with his cock. You hate to admit it, but it actually kind of hurts, and that alone feels like an additional loss somehow.

The man inevitably grows tired of this, a fact which you’re only made aware of when he grabs your head and abruptly shoves it down onto his stiff rod. “Mmmmmmph! Rrrmmmhhhhhh!” You yell at the man about how rude it is to do something like that without any warning. Or at least, you try to, but it comes out as nothing more than the muffled sounds of a cocksucking slut.

He continues shoving you up and down his pole roughly, and between the sloppy sounds of your face getting fucked, you can hear him and Samantha talking as though nothing out of the ordinary were happening. To make matters worse, you suddenly feel something tapping forcefully against your panty-clad ass. Wait, what happened to your dress? Oh great, it rode up to your waist and now Samantha’s literally kicking your ass! She should pull your dress back down! …Well, she did just win the bet, so maybe it’s not that strange that she’s having some fun too. In fact, both her and the man you’re blowing are the winners here. You’re the loser, that’s why you’re under the table. But why does stuff like this happen so often…?

A new voice joins the conversation, and you glance over in a panic to see a pair of legs adorned in the bar’s uniform. The waitress! She can’t figure out that you’re down here! You go perfectly still, fighting the man’s grip with every bit of strength you can muster until he backs off and lets you stay in place, the tip of his dick still in your mouth. If you just don’t move at all, she won’t notice you. That’s how it works, right?

After what feels like forever and a day, her voice trails off and you’re in the clear. It’s then that you hear a voice whisper in your ear, “I’m not blind, you know.”

*SMACK*

A hard, loud spank lands on your ass, and you cry out around the cock still sitting in your mouth. She knew! She knew all along! The man goes right back to forcing your throat around his length, while the waitress and Samantha each **** one of your asscheeks. The waitress is far more brutal than Samantha is, though. No fair, she wasn’t even part of the bet…

Soon the man is ready to blow, and he does so without warning, shoving you all the way down to the base of his rod before launching his seed down your throat. Caught off guard, you reach up and push against his chest, trying to free yourself, but it’s a hopeless endeavor. The two girls laugh at your struggles, continuing to rain blows down against your ass while the winner launches load after load into your mouth.

Finally, all three of them relent, and you plop your ass down against the puddle that formed beneath you. Wait, puddle? Your head spins for a number of reasons as you try to put two and two together, and amidst your confusion, you hear a conversation overhead.

“Don’t worry, she loves it. Don’t be fooled by the tough girl stuff, it’s all an act.”

“What tough girl stuff? It’s not tough to arm wrestle people when you’re that weak, it’s just dumb.”

They all start laughing, and your soaking wet cunt clenches at the embarrassment that leaves your face burning scarlet. Oh, you’ve figured it out. The puddle is from you, you’re really aroused right now. The realization just embarrasses you further, and the puddle slowly grows larger as you start to worry you’ll be stuck in this cycle forever.

Fortunately, you’re given reprieve as the waitress leaves and Samantha helps you out from under the table. You give her a pouty face, but she just replies, “Sorry girl, rules are rules and you lost. I wanna help you out though. How about another bet?”

…You’re immediately interested, but you act skeptical and haggle with her a bit because you’re a skilled businesswoman at heart. “What d’you have in mind?”

“I’ll pay you back double for the dress, take you shopping somewhere lame, and even trade my dress for the one you’re wearing since you hate it so much, and all you have to do is beat this same guy in a trivia game. I have an app on my phone that will give us the questions. But if you lose, you have to sit on his lap while he has fun with you.” She winks.

“DONE.” Brawn might be one thing, but brains are where you really excel. You may not act like it, but you’re pretty much a genius. This guy doesn’t stand a chance.

You shakily seat yourself across from the man again, your damp panties making a lewd sound against the cushion as you completely forget to pull your dress back down. Sam puts a mug on the table next to you, and you take a swig as you prepare to decimate your opponent with your overwhelming intelligence.

“THISH GAME WASH RIGGED! WHY WASH EVERY QUESHTION ABOUT CHEMISHTRY!?” you shout.

Samantha furrows her brow. “Yeah, that was kind of bad considering this guy’s a chemistry professor. Anyway, you lost, so go sit with our new friend.”

Urgh… You finish off the mug next to you before switching seats. In your haste, though, you fail to notice that the man’s erect cock is sticking straight up. He deftly pulls your panties to the side as you straddle him, and sitting on his lap causes his shaft to drive smoothly into your slick tunnel. “A-AH!” you cry out. Samantha giggles at your cute reaction.

“Girl, have you ever stopped to think about why you seem to get dicked no matter where you go or what you do? Do you think maybe this is just how things are supposed to be?”

“That’sh… Well, maybe…” you croak, still trying to adjust to the sudden insertion. You’d like to argue with her but it’s kind of hard when you’re getting dicked at this very moment. Before you’ve collected yourself, the man starts grinding away at your cunt, stirring up all the leftover lust from sucking dick beneath the table. Shoot, you’re already about to cum…

You grip the table hard with both hands and clench your eyes shut, doing your best to deny the man (who’s already beaten you twice) the satisfaction of making you cum. But suddenly, Samantha’s toe presses hard against your clit, and a rough noise between a grunt and a cry forces its way out of your mouth as you start shuddering despite yourself. Samantha and your pussy are both traitors…

“You’re enjoying it, huh? I don’t know why you’re trying to escape from this life with the whole Pokemon Master thing or whatever. You seem to be having so much fun!” Sam continues grinding her toe against your clit and talking about what a waste it is to become a Pokemon Master while the man pulls the top of your dress down and starts mauling your boobs. The fact that you’ve started cupping both hands over your mouth is the only reason the whole bar isn’t aware that you’re being fucked in the back corner.

Your molestation and verbal **** continue for a few minutes, your willpower slowly wearing away and your attitude shifting from “unstoppable” to “stopped”. It isn’t until the waitress returns to check on everyone that you’re pulled out of your fuck haze.

“We all doing alright? Refills on anything? Maybe another beer for the slut who thinks I won’t notice she’s getting screwed if she looks away from me?” Mean!

“NO,” you answer. After a few seconds of processing, you realize you essentially admitted to being exactly what she called you, and all three of them crack up while you cover your face in shame. She leaves shortly afterwards, and the man and your friend resume toying with you, squeezing one more orgasm out of you before the man goes off inside of you, filling you with sublime heat and a feeling of fullness. This isn’t bad… Err, no, this is bad! …Right?

The waitress returns with a refilled mug and plops it in front of you, and you immediately go to town on it without a second thought. No sooner than you put the mug down, you find that the room is tilting and spinning. You think that you might have had too much to drink, but you figure Samantha will stop you before things get out of hand, so you decide not to worry about it. The only thing Samantha has to say is, “Hey Em, how about another bet?”

A goofy smile spreads across your face. “Shhhhure.”

Your back lies against the table while the thrice winner of bets is brutally railing you. It was only a few minutes ago and you already can’t remember what the bet was, but you’re pretty sure you lost badly. Either way, there’s no hiding it now, you’re getting fucked in plain sight.

Your boobs bounce freely, getting an extra bit of stimulation as they bounce back into the bust of your dress, which does nothing to keep them in place. You’ve been thankfully unnoticed thus far (aside from the rude waitress) but the rowdy patrons are starting to point and alert others to your debauched state. Uh-oh…

Hoots and hollers begin to fill the air, and a crowd is starting to from around the booth. One man starts to make a grab for your tits, but Samantha helpfully steps in.

“Whoa buddy, wait your turn. You can go next, but you’ll probably end up sharing. She’ll have to take multiple guys at once if she intends to clear this line by closing time…”

Not helpful! You attempt to voice your dissent, but between the slurs and moans, it barely resembles English. “Oh shut up,” Samantha replies. “You act like you’re some good girl, and all this sex just befalls you on its own, but deep down, you love this don’t you? You love it and you don’t ever want it to stop. Fortunately you have a great friend like me around to grant your wish, even though you’re such a PAIN about it!”

She accents the word “pain” with a smack across the tits, earning her a loud yelp between your whorish wails of pleasure.

“At least you upgraded. You went from Town Whore to City Whore! Just the kind of adventure you deserved.” She laughs as she reaches between your legs and rubs your clit mercilessly amidst the man’s deep thrusts, and it rockets you over the edge of orgasm before you can question Sam about her sudden personality change. Your eyes roll back and you shriek at the unexpected stimulation, but Sam keeps laughing like she’s now some kind of supervillain.

She slows her rubbing down a bit, and as you regain as much of your bearings as a drunken bitch getting plowed really can, your friend issues an order. “Admit it. Admit you love all of this, and that this is the life you deserve.”

You recall her earlier comment about this being the way things are supposed to be. You think she’s right. Trainer or not, it doesn’t matter, things always seem to end up like this. Samantha’s right. You should accept your lot in life. Besides, as much as your mind always rejects it, your body has always known that getting fucked feels amazing. “I *pant* love it. Thih ih my life, I *pant* I deherve it…”

“Thaaaaat’s it. I won’t make the same mistake I did in Rifure. Good little sluts won’t try to escape their fate if they’ve already accepted it. No more of that pokemon nonsense. You like this much better, right?”

Her hand speeds up on your clit again, forcing you into another cunt-clenching orgasm that has you crying out for the whole crowd to hear.

“I think that’s a yes!” Samantha says elatedly.

The man fucking you finally reaches his limit, and coats your walls with hot, thick cum for the second time, leaving you with the feeling of being well and truly used. Somewhere deep down, your mind tries to feel upset about the way you’re being treated, but it just can’t compete with the fog of **** and cum.

As you lay on the table, panting, disoriented, and questioning your life choices, Samantha choreographs you with three new men, making it no mystery what comes next.

“I’m so glad you’ve come around Emilia. Now let’s get you fucked a few dozen more times, just to be sure.”