Personhood or Trauma

Jessica scowled at Sarah, then bent over and started fishing around in her pussy. The bitch had pushed it in point first, though, so at least she wasn't getting ink on her fingers. As she did, she dropped lower and lower to the floor. The marker kept slipping out of her fingers - this was surprisingly difficult, especially with her pulsing pussy moving the damn thing around all the time.

As she did, she started brainstorming out loud. "You want me to come up with the worst possible rule for myself? Honestly, I feel like you've already done that. The moment I sign that contract, I'll be living in **** every day. But I guess I could find a way to make it all more personal."

Jessica's eyes widened and she smiled for a moment, then pulled the marker out of her pussy. As she looked at it, her smile fell immediately and she continued. "While it would hurt me to do something like refer to myself in the third person as 'Cumsock' - fuck all of you, by the way - I don't think that qualifies as personal." She walked over to the white board. "I think trying to induce trauma by retriggering horrific events is the most likely to both be personal and maximally horrific. So how about this one?"

Jessica's hand started writing.

4) When being used Jessica will frequently imagine and relive her worst moments in life. She will try to find analogues with the worst moments in her life, and so sometimes while being used she will have flashbacks to similar situations from her past. She will never give any external indication that this has happened.

Sarah frowned. "You know, compared to the other stuff, this doesn't seem all that bad. But you clearly think this is a big deal. Explain."

Jessica frowned and shuddered. Sure supposed she didn't have any secrets anymore anyway. "Earlier, when you held my head down, Sarah, I briefly remembered growing up. My uncle once told me he wanted to play a game before he stuck his dick in my mouth and held me down. If..." She shuddered again. "... if every time someone held my head down I relived that moment? I think I may be broken within the month. I honestly don't think I'd even be sane."

Laughter echoed from behind the crowd. The hunter was back. "Oh, don't you worry about that, Cumsock! You won't be allowed to go insane. Or, well, not for long. We may make you hallucinate in funny ways. Maybe just out of the corner of your eye you keep catching someone standing sort of behind you, jacking off? You notice them right as they're about to cum, over and over. But it's all an illusion. It's just annoying. Except that sometimes it'll be a real person, so you can never be really sure. Don't worry, we'll have fun."

The hunter walked up as he spoke. As luck would have it - as he got up to the front of the room, Jessica dropped to the ground and started screaming, then desperately grabbing at her pussy.

"Shut up!" The hunter yelled over her screaming.

Jessica just kept silently thrashing around on the floor.

"Ah, hell. Her pussy has been running itself for hours now in that ruin, and she's cramped up. Does anyone want to hold her up and fuck her like this? Though... I hate to say it, but I've done it before and it's not actually all that fun. The slut just keeps moving and it's hard to get a good thrust. Unintentional teeth are a concern if you go in the other end, too. Is everyone cool with just leaving her like this while we finish?"

No one answered. The hunter just grabbed the marker from the floor, sniffed it, frowned, then looked at Jessica and smirked.

"Good. Alright, so we have one last rule? I was thinking as I walked around - making contracts is a lot of what we do here. How about we make the last one a floating changes-once-per-week rule? And for the first week, we'll keep it simple:"

5) [This rule will change every week] I will only refer to myself in the third person using my true name: Cumsock.

"Now, Cumsock. Stand and face the board."

Jessica, her face in pain and still twitching, slowly stood. She couldn't process much from the outside world, but she could still see the two signature lines: one for Jessica, one for 'Cumsock.' Everything from her stomach to her thighs felt like it was on fire. And it was STILL TWITCHING. Every second brought fresh agony. Somehow it was *still* making her horny, too. This was insane.

"Sign the line labeled 'Jessica,' and piss yourself as you do so."

Jessica's eyes briefly cleared up enough for her to see the board, and she haltingly moved her hand up to sign a bastardization of her signature. She felt her pussy's cramps push piss out down her leg, and felt her life disappear before her eyes as her hand twitched across the line, quickly and awkwardly writing out her signature. She stared at it horrified as more piss ran down her leg. She looked down sadly and watched it pool beneath her.

"Now, I want you to VERY slowly sign the name Cumsock. As you write more and more of the name, I want you to feel the cramps go away. I want you to feel the ruined orgasm slow down and stop. I want you to get hornier and hornier as you write the word - feeling an oncoming orgasm build. When you finish, I want you to have the most powerful, earth-shattering orgasm you've ever had. You won't be able to think, to stand, or to do anything but writhe in pleasure. It will last for one full hour."

Jessica felt sick. This was it. The end. The beginning of her life as a... not even a whore. Just some **** holes. Fuck.

She turned to the final signature block and put the marker on the board. The moment she did, she felt her pussy start to relax and the cramps to subside. She very, very slowly started signing her new name. As she did, she felt her pussy calm down at first, the pain subsiding. As that happened, she felt the slow rush of an completely unavoidable, mind-erasing orgasm slowly approaching. She hated that what she wanted now more than anything was to sign her new name on this paper. But she had to go slow. Excruciatingly slow.

...

There. It's perfect.

...

Her new name.

Cumsock.

...

Cumsock's pussy erupted into the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. Stars danced around her head as the world moved outside of her vision. Things moved around her, but she just didn't care. She was trapped in what felt like eternal bliss. She hoped it would go on forever.

...

But it didn't.

...

When she came to, she felt her own piss dripping from her hair into her eyes. She'd been rolling around in it for an hour.

Fuck.

Eventually, she saw the board. She saw the contract. She saw her signatures.

Fuck.

Jessica stood up, piss dripping from her hair.

She started to walk away crying, then stopped as she felt something stick out of her pussy. A bit of paper. She gently pulled it out and looked at it.

"Lick up your mess up in here. Also, we all filled up the toilets before we left. Good luck with your new life, see you tomorrow. Make sure to brush your teeth!"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jessica looked around.

Then... she got to work.