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It felt like any time I started to get a handle on my life, things just spiralled further out if control.

Sarah stood by Callum's side, his muscular arms wrapped around her waist with his hand resting on her chest. She was avoiding looking directly at me but I could still see the shame and guilt on her face.

Did she know this was about to happen? Did she feel guilt for leading me on, into this fucked up game Callum had set up? Or was she just ashamed at herself for not stopping Callum and ending this while nightmare.

Music was blasting, the crowd was cheering and Callum droned on, in love with the sound of his own voice. I didn't hear any of that though, with a singular focus I stared at those shot glasses with thst thick white liquid inside.

Cum.

Cum Sarah had... collected, herself....

Maybe they'd just done it in a cup and handed it to her... maybe...

No. I couldn't honestly make myself believe that. She'd made them, strangers thst she didn't even know the name of, she'd made them cum herself. With her hands, her mouth, her tits?? How many guys must it have taken to fill those seven glasses? Did she take them one at a time? Two? Three cocks at once??

She had two hands and a mouth, but what if they'd pinned her down and started using her tits at the same time? And her feet? Oiled up she could probably manage to gove somebody a foot job while four other guys use every other part of her body, their cocks pressing against her skin as she slowly works out their loads of cum, having it spill all over-

"Hey, you even listening to me!" Callum grabbed my chin and pulled it up, making me look at him. "Pay the fuck attention, alright?"

My legs felt to weak to run away, my arms shaking and distant. Anger and anguish burned intensly within me, the raging fire stoked by the sight of Callum's smug face. But the fire didn't build me up orpush me to action, it destroyed. The fragile structures I had built to keep my life aloft were collapsing from their very foundations, as I spiralled down towards that inferno.

"You ready for your first challenge?" Callum asked, squeezing my lips together. I didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer, and he took that as an acceptance.

"To start off with let's see just how well you really know ginger tits here." He walked back over to Sarah and the crowd hooted and cheered her introduction.

"I ask you a question, you answer. Get three right, you win and we tell you which glass has your ring soaking in it. For every wrong answer our little lady here strips off another piece of clothing." He paused there as the crowd got rowdy, guys yelling about how good her tits were or how they wanted to see the slut get naked. The kind of stuff I thought had tormented Sarah throughout her life. Here though it seemed to have an opposite effect, their words momentarily making her look more thrilled and excited.

A quite subtle smile grew on her face for a moment, before she seemed to realise I was here and it faded away again. Was my presence ruining this for her? Ruining whatever sick fantasy this was...

"And if you can't get more than one correct before she's bearing alls she's got to us, you lose and face a penalty." Callum left that penalty vague, and gestured to people behind me.

Hands pressed against my shoulder and **** me down into a seat, I didn't fight back at all. Softer hands replaced those that had shoved me down, familiar hands. Lacy stood behind me, looking down on me with a hungry glare.

"Question numero uno." Callum raised his hands to hush the crowd. "Who's cock was the first one that sweet Sarah tasted."

He looked down at me, Sarah's top in his hands waiting for the moment I answered wrong. I could see the mind game he was playing, how he was taunting me. It was a choice between admitting it was his cock she sucked before mine, and having her stripped down in front of this crowd. With a vague penalty hanging over my head, I chose to just admit the truth.

"Your cock." I said the words, Lacy's soft giggling behind me only furthering my humiliation. "She sucked your cock before she sucked mine."

"That parts true..." His voice lowered, before rising up again as he lifted Sarah's top off. "But the first part wasn't! She sucked more than her fair share of cocks before making her way to mine!"

More cheers and laughter erupted, cameras out and flashes blinding Sarah as people took in the sight of her in her bra. A dark lace set thst contrasted well with her milky pale skin. I imagined mouthes in the crowd were watering at the tantalising sight of the almost seethrough material.

"Too bad for you baby." Lacy said, her voice mockingly soft.

"Why don't you give your boy the correct answer, little miss cocksucker?" Callum pushed Sarah forward towards the center of the room. She stood with her legs crossed and her arms held close to her, but her cheeks clearly blushed and her terth bit into her lower lip.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in all their leering looks and perverse gawking until they finally settled on me.

"You remember that guy you had a group project with right? Terrance from your history class? You complained about him never showing up to study or do any of the work?" She didn't break eye contact with me now, a crazed manic look cracking the sweet kind facade she wore. Or maybe... maybe it was the other way around.

"His was the first cock I tasted....I... I." She paused, about to say something but changing her mind. Panic and tension dripping on her voice as she blurted her next words out. "I was sucking his balls and letting him fuck my face while you were doing all his work for him."

She turned and walked back to Callum, the crowd cheering her own. People reached out to slap her ass or grab her tits, only stopping as she got close to Callum. She seemed to relish the attention she got from the guys, taking her time to let the groping hands get a proper feel of her.

This time she wrapped herself around Callum, acting with more confidence and playing to her audience. She smiled with a smile that wasn't hers, blowing kissing to the cameras that were pointed at her. Through it all I could see what was behind her eyes.

Relief.

"Next question!" Callum announced. "You've been together with your precious girl for two years now. Has she been sucking dicks behind your back the while time?"

"No." An answer I should have been sure of, but right now I only said it because I wanted it to be true.

"Hmmm, correct." Callum said, disappointed. The crowd booed but he quietened them down. "Not the whole time."

He put emphasis on that word, kicking the dagger in my chest and agitating the wound. Had it been days, weeks, months? There was a dark pit in my gut thst had consumed me, it felt like I'd fallen in there and everything was so far away. A part of me felt convinced this was some elaborate, that it was all made up. But I couldn't keep hiding from the truth like that, as tempting as it was.

"How many of the cocks in this room has she sucked?"

"Four." I said, blurting the word out.

"Six." He said, laughing.

Sarah started taking off her shoes and socks, bending over to give her crowd a nice vide of her cleavage. I turned my head away, watching anymore felt too much.

Lacy's hands ran down my chest and rested on my legs as she leaned on me. I felt her breath tease my ears, tingles running down my spine as she began whispering.

"You are being a good boy." Her voice purred. "You haven't even touched yourself once yet."

That was crazy, why...why would I even...

One hand went to me cheek, while the other softly moved over my crotch. Her touch was so light, but I was so hard that the gentle movments made me shiver. Fuck... why was I hard. That didn't make any sense, that wasn't right. It... it must have been Callum, he must have spiked my drink or or-

"Mmmm honey, you can indulge yourself a little." She pushed against my cheek with no **** at all and I move with her. Looking back at the scene of Sarah swaying her chest for the guys to stare at.

I couldn't deny how watching her show off made me feel. A messy muddled feeling that made me want to pull my hair out and pull my dick out at the same time.

"She's such a bad girl, and you a good boy." Just one finger of hers lightly traced the head of my cock over my pants. Even just like that I wasnt sure how long I could last. "Cal thinks this'll break you, but me?"

She flicked her hand up, stopping me at the edge. With a nibble at my earlobe she purred her last words of encouragement.

"I think you two are just the right kind of fucked up for each other."