Bondage

"I guess you were going to have me sucking cock either way, right?" you ask. Lucy tilts her head as if to say maybe.

"Then perhaps you could tie me up, or handcuff me first?" you suggest. Lucy's face lights up.

"Ooh, I like that. On your knees, totally under my power," she purrs. "I'm up for that. I don't have any proper handcuffs, so we'll have to improvise, but you can get undressed while I look for some rope."

Lucy leaves the room, and you do as she says, {if CalledLucy == true}stripping down to your thong. Lucy returns with a bundle of rope, and smiles upon seeing your new purchase.

"Aren't we full of surprises," she says, walking up behind you and slapping your bare ass. "I knew you were my cock-sucking little slut, and it makes me so happy to see you show it."
{else}stripping naked. Lucy soon returns with a bundle of rope, and smiles as she looks up and down your naked form.{endif}

"Hands behind the back!" she orders. "Hands together, palms facing outwards."

It seems that Lucy has done her research. She steps behind you, and you feel her wrap the rope half a dozen times around your wrists, and tie a knot. Your hands aren't going anywhere. Just as you think you're done, she then repeats the process at the elbow, pulling your arms completely straight behind your back, stretching your shoulders back uncomfortably, and forcing you to lean your head forward.

"On your knees, slut," Lucy orders. You carefully lower yourself to the ground, taking care since you no longer have your arms to help balance. She then gives the same treatment to your ankles, binding them together before tying them to your wrists. You are now hog-tied on your knees, your arms and ankles bound together behind your back, your knees spread apart keep your from falling over, at the same time exposing your crotch for all to see. The rope between your ankles and wrists is short enough to stop you from standing up, but long enough that you can lean your head and body backwards and forwards, exactly the motion that Lucy wants from you.

Lucy kneels down in front of you and gives you a deep kiss, before whispering in your ear, "you weren't going to blow anyone today. But now you will. You asked to be a bound, submissive cocksleeve, and that's what you are. If you want to be anything today but a warm wet hole to fuck, then you're going to pleasure all their cocks, and for as long as they want, and only then will I untie you."

"But since you're the one who wanted this, I'm not going to tell the others to give you their cocks. You're going to have to beg them to fuck your face instead of doing literally anything else, like a fat street whore trying desperately to sell cut-price blowjobs to passers-by before they see the better-looking options down the street. If they don't all use your mouth, then you'll just have to stay there and watch the rest of us having fun. So you'd better be convincing!"

You nod disappointedly, wondering how you're going to convince all three of the others to let you suck their cocks.

Things have gone a lot further than you expected. But maybe Lucy is right, you have become a whore for cock. She had weeks to work on Tom and James, so it's no surprise that she was able to convince them to suck your dicks on the weekend, especially since she was going to fuck one of them afterwards. But, after not even a day you had {if HasGivenBlowjob == true}sucked a cock to completion without even being asked{elseif HasSwallowedCum == true}swallowed two men's cum{else}become her fluffer{endif}. {if 1-Dale-dbj == true} Meanwhile, Dale, who joined the group at the same time, has fulfilled your dream of getting a double blowjob, without having to **** himself at all.{endif}

What you don't understand is that you're not even gay. You don't want to suck cock, or take loads of cum. So why are you choosing to be Lucy's "little slut"? She has a hold on you that you can't explain. You know that as an undistinguished overweight pushover you'll probably never have an opportunity with someone like her again, and now that you've come this far, you have to continue, or else throw away what you already have. That's how you've ended up on your knees, preparing to beg a bunch of near-strangers to fuck your face.
{if SlutScore <= 10}

Now the doorbell rings, and your moment arrives.
{endif}