Game Day

Author Note: fixed the error You noticed Sir. Sorry for being such a dumb cunt. Please bully me

Matt sneered over at Salma as she nearly fell on her models. For their game, he'd used his new power over her from philosophy class to make her spank her fat ass each time one of her dice failed.

And the dumb Mexicunt was playing Orks.

Meanwhile, Matt's Crimson Fists were virtually untouched. It was a very one-sided game. He was the defender, with lots of fortifications, and Salma's Orks needed to get to his side of the table to hope close combat will save them.

Her homebrew Shokkjump Battlewagons, full of Boyz, had all failed, lost in the Warp Tunnels or crashing and exploding. She'd chosen it over using the Club's Gargant model. And after spanking herself over that debacle, she had stopped holding back tears.

With the latest round over, and another dead Special Character, she also had to stay bent over the table while Matt walked around to fuck her ass. Salma Vergara had been part of the Wargames Club for a while, and had even abused the Club's pet, Laura the art teacher, several times. But she'd previously avoided joining Laura and other female gamers at the bottom.

No girl was ever **** into it. They gambled and lost. Salma cheated. Between fucking other girls and showing them off for her friends, and using loaded dice, she'd avoided losing for a while. But she didn't have her loaded dice for the match, and Matt very specifically wanted his new spic to understand she wasn't special, she was just like every other cunt.

Her luck changed a little when she successfully used Da Jump and dropped a unit of thirty into the Crimson Fists' Fort. She won a few fights but she wasn't getting the kills she needed to stop the Dreadnoughts intervening. Her second unit of Boyz, another thirty Boy blob, didn't arrive to reinforce the first unit as her Weirdboy failed and killed himself.

Killing her own Special Character meant Salma had to fuck herself, and she shuddered in shame as Matt mocked her.

The game ended with Salma tabled, her entire army gone. Which meant the final forfeit had to be paid.

"H-hi! I'm Salma Vergara and I promise to be a respectful Mexicunt in future. Merezco todo lo que mi Maestro me hace y consiento todo lo que se propone hacer conmigo." She spoke directly into the camera while Matt filled her unprotected, fertile, cunt with his jizz. He'd been wanting to fuck her cunt since the day she first opened her mouth in front of him, and she'd barely managed to get him to agree to leave it alone when she explained she wasn't on birth control. But with her loss... the only positive, in her mind, was Matt promised that only he would fuck her pussy raw.

It wasn't much, but at least there would only be one candidate if/when she got pregnant.

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"Ha, maybe I should get a Xenos cockholster gaming cunt, eh?" Kevin joked as he barely managed to maintain a gun line against Subutai and Molly's White Scars Successors and Wych Cult Army. The game was going about how he expected, and he was already planning his next list to lean more into the homebrew of his army being Guilliman's personal cogboys.

Behind the pair, Molly's sister Polly was eating Molly's ass. Moments Molly became a drooling idiot because of her sister’s tongue were played off as the girl being stupid. Something Molly was happy to agree too.

Kevin checked his phone again and it was another video message from Cassidy. She was still in a nearby toilet stall, moaning like the dumb pissbucket she was. She was paying male students to piss in her womb!

He sent the video to Mindy and Kevin's therapist replied with a selfie of her getting her plump butt fucked by Ebony. The psychology teacher was very happy to treat such a weak chink male as the slutty girl she was meant to be. Mindy even added that Ebony had offered to pay for Mindy's surgery the coming weekend.

Another message? Kevin opened it, it was a DM through his social media account. It was... Becky? The redhead personal trainer? She'd included a picture of her giving a titfuck in a forest. She wanted to meet him. She wanted him... to become her pimp? Seemed that being a rapetoy made her clients **** to pay for her training. She was hoping that if a man negotiated her rates, then the men would pay her. Him. Pay Kevin.

• [Kevin]: prove it whore. Go get your name changed to Bessie and be at my house in a cowprint outfit.

Her only response was a picture of her cum-covered face with the caption "Moo".

He sent a message to his mother to let her know beef was on the menu when he got home. She responded by showing a new milking machine she'd bought.

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