Overenthusiastic

Become Franks submissive **** – target 194 – roll 152 (67 + 85) – target failed – current subliminal score 85

(Minor correction. In the previous chapter franks challenge to her was supposed to say deep throat him WITHOUT his help. I corrected it In the chapter but if you read it before hand I just noticed it when I started writing this chapter)

If you told Liz last week that she would get so lost in sucking a cock, well, she probably would have called the cops on you, a week ago she was still 17 you Pervert. She also wouldn’t have believed you.

So as the hours slipped by and Frank’s seemingly ever hard cock slid between her soft wet lips Liz couldn’t help but feel pride at how much progress she had made. It was the only thing to focus on other then the hungry, ****, throb of her clit.

Frank seemed surprised by her progress and when she swallowed the 6th inch without needing to immediately withdraw for the first time at the hour and a half mark, Frank gathered a good handful of her hair and rested his hand on his thigh.

The third hour proved he had eyeballed the measurement well. She had developed a rhythm of advancement by that point, move a little deeper, pull out and retch, get a few deep breaths, back to work. Once she could hold a depth without immediately almost puking she would start working on movement, once movement was tolerable she would lunge, marking her new depth target.

Frank had no notes, and was genuinely having one of the best days of his life.

She lunged for the eight inch mark and gagged before withdrawing once more, a thick mix of throat slime, cum, and drool joined a slobbered mess of the same substance on he chest and thighs, there was a fire in her eyes, the 9 inch mark was only 1 or 2 cycles away and she could finally rest her aching jaw.

It was her third time at the 8 inch mark she noticed the problem, Franks clenched fist pulled her hair tight she couldn’t get much farther. An inch suddenly looked like a mile.

That was the power struggle for the next few hours. Liz knew, Frank knew that she knew, and liz knew she couldn’t tell Frank she knew.

This wasn’t a “the only way to win is to not play” situation. That ended up with her horny, wet, cold and naked in public. A rigged game could still be won, it just needed to be played better then normal.

She went back to work, first step was to master 8 inches anyway.

So, when Liz made a 5th attempt to lunge the last inch and felt her silk soft hair slide between Franks fingers and her lips wrapped around the base of the frontrunner for the worlds most slobbered cock award, she believed she had won.

A huge surge of pride filled her chest, a huge load of cum also filled her throat but she didn’t even notice that anymore.

This had been impossible to her hours ago and now she was holding 9 inches of cock in her throat without retching and gagging.

She pulled back letting go of the massive cock that had spent the last… however long, reshaping her throat. The burning and pain were the badges of success.

How long had it been? Shit she probabl needed to start cooking dinner. Her eyes glanced around the room looking for a clock but Frank seemed to have taken them all down. She looked at him confused as he held out a phone, screen out, to her. The time 9:04 front and center.

She felt the bottom fall from her stomach, no, no, no she couldn’t… it couldn’t be after 8… she needed to make dinner by 8 or… he never said. Oh god what now. She sucked him off soo damn much, could he really be angry with her ohmygodwhatishegoingtodoohgodhelpme!

Frank thoroughly enjoyed the obvious mental breakdown on her face as she realized she had failed spectacularly by wasting all her time voluntarily sucking his cock. He wondered what kind of insane punishments she was cooking up in that horny head of hers. He couldn’t help but approve of the fact her fingers were still teasing her swollen clit well she panicked.

“Why don’t you tell me what your punishment should be” said Frank with a sinister smile.

The first thing Liz though about was giving up her chance for an orgasm tomorrow but she would get thrown on the porch again before she recommended that.

[I don’t deserve to stand at the same height as Frank. I should walk on all fours like a dog to show I’m beneath him.] Target 140 – roll 132 (47 + 85 – target failed – current subliminal score 83

She really considered it, Frank would probably love it but it would make her other tasks so much harder to do, plus her knees were sore from her 8 hour blowjob and the idea of crawling around didn’t appeal very much.

She still needed an idea though, Frank wasn’t a very patient man she was learning.

[Intrusive Thot: maybe something a little “Traditional” will work better. If Frank wants an asian fucktoy, go all-in] target 125 – roll 125 (42 + 83 – target achieved – current subliminal strength 84 – even I’m starting to think these are rigged (I fudged 1 roll so far and im not admiting which one)

Liz knew it as soon as the thought entered her mind it was the winner. The only problem was she felt like she was already checking those boxes. She was Asian, she was willing to submit as his fucktoy, she didn’t even know mandarin and her Asian accent was worse then most white people she knew. Fuck it, she would throw it to Frank and let him tell her what it meant.

“I’ll be your…little Asian…fucktoy…sir. Just…tell me what you want me to do”

She couldn’t keep her eyes on his face and tilted her head and felt herself vibrate with fear and arousal, he hand felt glued to her pussy and she had long lost count of how many times she had edged herself today.