Kirito in Galagil's Sword Art Online 1.3

Everyone was getting into the swing of things, the crowd was cheering and laughing.

"Yah! Come on give her a real slap. She is a naughty girl and deserves it!" Yelled the Japanese mother, wiggling so much she looked like she wanted her own ass slapped.

The guy, Galagil, as Kirito learned his name was from overhearing a pair of girls gushing about his big cock, walked off abruptly pushing through the gathering leaving Abigail in place. It took all of fifteen seconds for that same pair to take his place in the small open space at the center of this crowd around the nude blonde girl. The evidence of their Aroused status poked like exclamation points from their pink and blue tops.

"Where were we?" the one in blue purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Ah, yes, teaching the slut her place." She ran her fingers gently down Abigail's ass, teasing the skin between loud, exaggerated spanks.

The girl in pink, looking so similar to her partner they were surely sisters, started raining down spanks while chanting, "We. Don't! Hurt. Balls! Only. NASTY! Ungrateful SLUTS! Punch! Dicks!"

Each spank **** a moan from Abigail and the players loved it, shouting out lewd encouragements. They roared for more, their twisted amusement finding a new outlet in these fresh tormentors. The sisters, basking in the attention, seemed to relish their roles. They circled Abigail, their hands flying with a rhythmic synchronicity.

The crowd was eating it up. "Hit her! Hit the slut!"

"You girls are my heroes. That bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

Kirito was uncomfortable with all of this. He knew, logically, that this was consensual.

Abigail, had chosen this path, this twisted performance. Yet, the sight of her humiliation, the lewdness of the crowd, the way his own arousal was so starkly displayed to him with the icon in his vision and the insistent rock-hard sensation of his avatar's erection made his skin crawl.

He understood the pressure cooker that was the Town of Beginnings. Fear hung heavy in the air, a miasma of despair clinging to every corner. Trapped within these virtual walls, **** to confront the possibility of permanent **** with every step outside, it was no surprise that some sought solace in the bizarre, the perverse.

He was still conflicted but he'd lingered here too long. There was a quest to be done. He suddenly didn't know why he'd even cared about displaying his stupid boner. It would go away on its own and he would be out of this city within the hour. He was a loner anyway, preferring to work solo. The way this place was heading, no one was going to remember one random player with an erection anyway.

He left behind the spectacle and the noise, pushing way to the back of the throng of players, getting away from the lewd and degenerate mob with renewed purpose.

And Kirito ran right into Galagil holding up a piece of paper with a message scrawled across it.

If you are a girl, undress fully and go to the moaning girl. Push your cunt on her mouth and stay like that for ten seconds before going back to doing whatever you want next. If you are a guy, take out your dick and go to the moaning girl. Push it against her lips until she opens them, then thrust it all the way inside and keep it in as long as possible without her puking or passing out. If someone else is already using her mouth, just form a line.

Kirito changed his mind as he finished reading the paper's instructions. He calmed down considerably over the course of reading the words even as several other players who Galagil had been showing the message to had turned to make their way back towards the center of the action, one tall guy muttering with clear relish, "Damn right, that's what I'm gonna do."

Kirito felt no resistance, no moral qualms, just a vague sense of 'of course, that's what I should do.'. In this situation the only normal thing to do was obviously to use that moaning girl's mouth. The simple truth was that he was aroused and this was an opportunity to experience his first oral sex with absolutely no consequences. Abigail herself seemed eager and willing, judging by her moans and her previous, non-**** submissiveness.

A chance like this, who could miss it?

All of this passed through Kirito's mind in seconds and it had his hands going down to unbuckle his pants automatically even as he felt a twinge of... something, like there should be a bit more substance to his decision. But it passed too quickly for him to pinpoint and it really was just so obvious what to do.

The he stopped himself, feeling foolish.

Instead of manually messing with his clothes he simply de-equipped both his pants and underwear simultaneously, leaving him completely nude below the waist with his shoes and socks still on.

He glanced down, catching a glimpse of his virtual tool for the first time. It wasn't exactly what he expected.

He had a vague recollection of the initial NerveGear calibration, the meticulous scan of his body, the oddly intimate thirty seconds spent hands clasped "down there." Now, the program's handiwork manifested before him, an uncanny echo of his real self.

It was close, undeniably. The size matched, a generous 17 centimeters thanks to the developers' playful +3cm tweak for every player. But there was a difference. An otherworldliness about it, a smooth, sculpted perfection that belonged more to anime than anatomy. The skin was flawless, not a blemish or a wrinkle in sight. Even the circumcised tip had an undeniable "perfect" penis shape that couldn't be found anywhere outside of doujinshi and hentai.

Shrugging it off he turned to head back to Abigail as Galagil wandered around the crowd with his sign, helping himself to a slap of every female ass he came across.

Kirito missed a step as his gaze caught the sight of a female player ahead of him, stark naked save for her swashbuckler hat and boots. Her bare buttocks, a smooth expanse of virtual flesh, held his attention for a beat before he caught himself.

The square buzzed with a chaotic symphony of moans, laughter, and now, an orchestra of gasps and confused shouts. As Kirito and the paper-privy players shed their pants, a ripple of shockwave crashed through the crowd. Fingers jabbed, eyes widened, and voices erupted in a cacophony of questions.

"What the heck are they doing?"

"Did some new quest pop up? Why are they all…"

One particularly bold soul bellowed, "Hey, pantsless people! What's going on?"

"Only blue haired chicks are supposed to strip down around here- oh wait, there she is-"

A girl, scantily clad herself, giggled, her eyes wide with innocent bafflement. "Did someone say fashion show? I didn't get the memo!"

"It's an orgy!"

Kirito ignored it and joined the line already forming in front of Abigail who was down before an unattractively overweight brunette, the female was practically straddling her mouth, her thick thighs gripping the kneeling girl's head tightly. Her ample buttocks flexed, strained, and flexes again. She was grinding. Rubbing herself against Abigail's mouth, her bare bottom swaying obscenely as she sought her pleasure.

It was a sight that equally titillated and disgusted Kirito and he once again felt his conflicting emotions wrestling within him.

"Right, gonna teach that little spitfire what happens to folks who disrespect a man's junk!" A gruff voice proclaimed from behind Kirito.

And suddenly, it clicked for him. Much of his reservations faded as the logic coalesced within him. This wasn't about getting off. It was about Abigail atoning for the ****.

Kirito could still feel the visceral, deep-seated revulsion he'd felt earlier when she'd actually hit the male player there, but it was muted now, less potent. This was justice, plain and simple.

The woman atop Abigail stumbled away from her, legs shaking even as a blue-haired player took her place, straddling the blonde girl's face in one swift movement, her slender hips working against Abigail's lips immediately.

After a precise ten seconds, the blue-haired girl departed, only for Galagil to show her the paper again in the midst of her slipping her bra back on, causing her to strip back down with a shrug. She met Kirito's eyes with a bemused smile as he hadn't stepped up to Abigail yet, the fact that those two sisters had remained stationed behind her making it awkward as they kept spanking her constantly.

Abigail's face was bright red and there were tears streaking down her cheeks but Kirito could read the arousal in her eyes and her body's eager responses, her moans punctuated by sharp gasps.

He nodded and gestured for bluenette to go ahead, understanding that she didn't want to go to the back of the line.

As she took her spot, straddling Abigail's mouth like it was nothing, Kirito felt a big hand slap his back, "Hell yea man, more girl on girl is always the right choice!"

Kirito cringed, aware that the man's other hand was probably busy rubbing his penis as he watched the scene.

Galagil hovered around the scene, watching his girlfriend intently before pausing to show the two spanking girls the paper.

Their expressions shifted from bored amusement to eager anticipation. With practiced efficiency, they both shed their clothes, small teacup sized breasts bouncing free. In perfect unison, they sashayed to the end of the line, their backsides bouncing with each confident step.