Halfway though the rules

Jessica lay on the ground, Jim kneeling over her. His anus sat on her lips, and his expression was one of concerned concentration. Occasionally, he would reach out to grab one of her nipples and pull absently until he felt Jessica start to groan into his asshole. It helped him think.

The white boards in front of Jessica was stained with little droplets, but Sarah came through to clean it every now and then and rewrite any irregularities. Next to the main, large white board with the heinous contract, was a second, smaller white board. It listed the contractual amendments.

Jessica's Laws:

1) I am always fully aware of everything that is happening to me. I know I have AGS, and I am trapped within a body that no longer belongs to me. I cannot be distracted, and I cannot check out mentally. I feel everything, and I can't stop thinking about it.

2) Everything constantly turns me on, even things that disgust me. I spend nearly every minute of every day extremely horny - and also a little horrified by that fact, as I know that it is my body betraying me for its true owners, forever.

3) If I am about to orgasm, I must loudly beg for permission from any nearby Owners. I am only allowed to so beg once every 5 minutes. Only if three separate people agree am I allowed to cum. If they do not agree, then I instead will stay on the edge of orgasm for 5 minutes.

4) ...

Jim pulled at Cumsock's tits idly. He was supposed to come up with the first draft of the fourth rule, and it just wasn't happening. He'd seen a lot of today, and it was weird day in general - his brain just wasn't kicking the way it usually did.

He stood up, and pulled Cumsock up by her nipples to stand in front of him and the group. "Hey, help us out here? We need to find new ways to **** you." Cum covered her body, sopped up her hair, and drained down into her eyes and mouth as she stood.

Jessica (blegh... "Cumsock") looked and felt... exhausted and used. The party had been going on for two hours, and Jim was finally giving her the first chance she'd had to talk since Sarah silenced her with her cunt. The party had started with a rough gangbang - fucking and sucking everything in the room as it filled with people from her whole office. She barely remembered now, but the first person that had gone in her ass - that had been her first time doing that. He definitely hadn't held back, thrusting powerfully each time until he'd cum deep. Then began what felt like a sea of flesh. Every hole she had was filled, and cum covered her hair and face. People spat in her eyes, grabbed limbs to use them for whatever they wanted as if she were a doll, and generally just used her without even giving her she space to move for herself. And worst of all - after the initial shock and pain wore off, Jessica did find herself increasingly frustrated at not being allowed to cum.

Everyone had to comment on how they knew what she had been the whole time, and they weren't surprised at all that they now had a chance to empty their balls into the slut or sit on her face. People kept commenting on how good her pulsing pussy felt. One of the women who'd achieved partner just stayed on her face for a half hour, twice squirting in her mouth. While she was doing that, Jessica felt some guy just stick his dick in her and stay still - letting her pussy milk the cum out of his cock with its undulations a few times before stepping away with barely a glance in her direction. The two of them even talked business while they did it:

They were discussing discovery on one of their cases while the woman sprayed into Jessica's mouth (Jessica knew it was technically piss, but decided that she needed to just... get used to it). The man standing still with his dick in her pussy didn't even pause as he was speaking when his cock started to twitch for the second time while her pussy milked its cum. It's like Jessica wasn't even there. She felt like some kind of a... reverse vending machine even. A public cock massager and tongue. God. That's... what she was now, wasn't it?

Meanwhile, her pussy was on FIRE. It was exhausted from all the exercise, and it just would not stop twitching. God, she wanted to cum. When they made that third rule, a part of Jessica died inside. She wanted to cum so so bad - but once they wrote it she knew it would pretty much never happen.

The party changed after the first hour. After everyone had cum in and on her, she started talking - begging for a break. For mercy. For some humanity... for anything. She hadn't gotten one sentence in before Sarah spit in her mouth while she was talking and gave the command "don't swallow until I tell you to." Suddenly, she became the new entertainment. It became a game. Jessica tried to talk, and someone else spit in her mouth.

More and more. Jessica had to spend 30 minutes covered in spit from every coworker - and still, she hadn't been allowed to swallow. So her mouth slowly filled up with the nasty spit from her office, and some of it ended up dribbling down her body as she kneeled with her mouth open. The worst part of this, though, was the knowledge that compared to how it would taste after she signed the contract - this mouthful of spit would likely be seen as quite palatable. She tried to think of this as they ordered her to swallow while she masturbated.

That was... oh god.

The worst experience of her life... so far, at least. They had to tell her not to throw up.

Then they had started working on her "rules." After the first three they'd gotten stuck, and then Jim had used her face as a chair. Until he had... stood her up and asked her for help?