Caitlyns Beer

Leaving the office of Eric Prime with my new title of 'Right Handed Eric', I walked through the streets looking for work. The town was no longer bustling with activity. The sun was beginning to set so I figured I might as well rest for the night. I started fiddling with my watch to return back to my home dimension.

As I was about to go, I saw a small bar called "Caitlyn's Beer." It looked like a usual drinking spot. I figured, why not? I could use a drink after the overwhelming day I've had.

Inside, the bar was a couple of Erics lounging around with their own slaves partaking in the degenerate things I had come to expect. I saw a 2 leather jacket Erics had a version of my old friend of mine Ashly, tied up spread eagle on a pool table. Her small androgynous body was wearing nothing but a gag and a black tube top over her non-existent breast. Each Eric took turns hitting pool balls as hard as they could into her crotch. She was muffled screaming with each hit to her vagina, the skin turning red making her blonde pubes stand out. Her short non-binary blonde hair was thrashing back and forth with struggle as they were laughing and cheering each other on.

A business Eric, dressed in a sharp suit and tie, was lining up throwing darts. But it wasn’t just any dartboard being hit, tied to the wall x-cross style was... Chun-Li? Like Chun-Li from the video game Street fighter Chun-Li. Painted onto her toned ass wrapped in her blue skin tight leggings was a dart circle on each cheek. There were darts already stuck into her as she shook with anger and pain. "Hold still bitch, one more bullseye," The business Eric said while aiming his last dart. He threw it and hit right in the center of her left butt cheek, the spike digging into flesh. She screamed into her gag as the businessman pumped his fist in celebration. Distracted by that, I had just noticed the bar itself

Behind the counter of Caitlyn's Beer, I saw 8 versions of Caitlyn, their torsos protruding through the back counter of the bar like a game of whack-a-mole. In my home dimension, Caitlyn was a friend of mine who was slightly chubby, white, tall, nerdy and in med school. I remember her being way too stressed and overwhelmed all the time. I guess that was for nothing cause look at her now: or at least 8 versions of her. Each Caitlyn had her bottom half and hands hidden under the counter. Forcing them to display themselves openly. They had miserable looks on their faces, but more notably they had beer logos tattooed onto their foreheads and on their large DDD beasts, they had bronze beer taps attached to their nipples. I sat at the bar and an Eric barkeeper dressed like a stereotypical hipster, beanie, beard, and so on, approached me.

"Welcome to Caitlyn's, mate. What ya need tonight?" He said with a British accent.

I stared at the line of Caitlyns behind the bar, each with a tap sticking out of their chests like some perverted dairy farm. "Whatever you recommend" I said, trying to sound casual.

The hipster Eric thought, "A classic wheat ale it is." He walked over to the third Caitlyn who looked completely mind broken and pulled on a lever attached to her breast. With a hiss she began to flinch and moan uncomfortably and a cold golden liquid began to flow out her tit tap and into a mug. She was sweating, shivering and panting from the ordeal and another Caitlyn next to her tried to comfort her as she sobbed. The hipster Eric slid the mug over to me. "Nice and fresh, mate."

I took a sip, the beer was...good. And cold? "how does this work?" I was befuddled by the process.

The hipster Eric began wiping the counter. "It's simple lad, I searched out specific Caitlyns with certain chemical makeups and after physical and medical alterations, I made it so they constantly lactate varieties of **** types brewed in their own bodies. It's all quite painless, really. Just a bit of a shock to the system. Although to keep it cool I had to put refrigeration tech in them and to keep that working I had to permanently hook them up to the bar. So this is where they will be for the rest of their lives. It's fine though, I have all of their feeding and ingredient needs taken care of through tubes underneath the bar" He smiled at me proudly. "All that makes the purest stuff you'll ever taste. No other Eric has mastered beer like I have. Although the moonshine dispenser is kind of rough." He walked over to a Caitlyn with a terrified look on her face, begging for him not to. Pulling down the tit tap she screamed in agony as the drink hissed out. "Turns out that too much **** content hurts the inside of a woman's tits."

The Caitlyns all made eye contact with me, starting at me pathetically as I drank. "I've wondered for a while now. Why are there so many more variants of people we know than us?"

Hipster Eric spoke while idly cleaning a mug, "I asked Eric Prime that when I first arrived. Apparently when our Eric society contacts an Eric, all of the worlds around that world merge all of the Erics together into one but leave the many mirror worlds the same. Gives us access to so many extra variants."

I paused my drinking for a moment. "...I'm 100ish different Erics at once?"

"Technically yes, but practically you were all the exact same down to the placement, time and experiences of your atoms so nothing changed for you. It's like a bunch of different splits but only one you, understand?

I was kinda confused but chose not to think too hard on it. "Sure...Can you still fuck them?" I asked, pointing back to the whimpering bar tap Caitlyn. "If they are permanently like and you can’t access their lower halves, is there still a way to use them?"

He paused for a sec thinking about the change of subject. "Sorry mate, these slaves here are just beer taps. Weave got other slaves in the back if your looking for a fuck. Those will cost you though, we only have rare ones. All food and drinks in our Eric society are subsidized by us collective Erics but specialty slaves and service usually cost."

"That makes sense I suppose. I also noticed you had a Chun-Li."

The hipster Eric looked over at the Chun-Li being used as a dartboard, "We've got the tech to pull anyone from anywhere, real or not. As long as we can get to the dimension and catch em, we can pull em."

"But like, videogames are real?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well not exactly. It's just possible to come across a universe that just so happens to be almost exactly like a video game, movie or whatever someone in your world invented. I'm sure your story is being told somewhere by chance as well. That Chun-Li in particular I got cheap due to her eyes being slightly discolored. You looking to fuck or what lad? Pay here and have access to the stock in the back"

He handed me a card reader and I swiped a credit card I was given. "Sweet man. Thanks" I walked into the special stock.

The back of the bar was indeed a large room; the floor was hard concrete. The lighting was dim, with a red tint. The walls were lined with metal rings and chains attached to them and the chains were attached to collars of enslaved women sitting on the cold floor all around the perimeter of the room. In the center a large, velvet, plush bed with the only light in the room being a mood setting light above it. It was clear that this was a place for the customers to take their pleasure without being disturbed.

The women were all cowering on the floor in defeat. I saw Korra, Elastigirl, Harley Quinn, Princess Peach and so on. It was like walking into the highest production cosplay convention ever. Somehow even the characters I knew to be animated looked real. I scanned the room then locked eyes with a bound and gagged Tracer from the game Overwatch. She was dressed in her iconic outfit, which was now tattered and dirty from her repeated ****. Her eyes furrowed in fear as I approached. I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to her feet, then unlocked her collar. "I choose you." I laid on the bed. "Hmm... I don't know how to go about this. I wanna fuck you but I wanna see you in your full outfit for the experience... Start with some erotic dancing, I suppose."

She composed herself then slowly moved to a non-existent beat. She was perfect, tight and athletic. Her perky bubble butt in her yellow tights hugged her enticing crack, bouncing with her movements. I watched her as she began to take off her goggles. "No," I demanded. "Keep them on." Hands on hips, she began to twerk. Thighs flexed and cheeks bounced as she turned back her face towards me. Looking at a cute peppy face at its most perverted was part of the joy and she knew it. The only sound was her yellow tights stretching and the slap of her butt cheeks smacking against each other, an ass that was begging to be grabbed and squeezed. "Grind it on me." I said as I sat at the end of the bed.

When she reached the side of the bed and bent over, sticking her ass out towards me. The yellow tights were stretched tight over her cheeks, and placed herself on me and began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate circle. My cock hardened beneath her and I grabbed her hips gripping where thin waist turned to soft ass.

SMACK

My hand quickly stung her ass and she yelped and jumped away. "I didn't say stop. Come on chronoslut!" After a small whimper of pleading she got back into position. I grabbed her hips again with one hand to get extra leverage and she moved again, her hips rolling and swaying. I lifted my hand once more and with even more strength-

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She howled with pain as my hand repeatedly stung her cheeks. She was full on ugly sobbing but kept moving, driven by fear . Each smack resonated through the room. Tracer's grinding grew more erratic as the pain built and her yellow tights had ridden up, revealing under ripped parts, reddening flesh beneath. I tried to resist the urge to rip them away, exposing her completely when I yelled, "Stop!" Her body stilled immediately knowing better than to ignore a direct command, even if she was still quietly sobbing. I stood up and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. I feel like I'm too much of an ass guy. Let's mix things up. Take off your shoes and get on the bed."

Her eyes were full of fear but she complied, her legs shaking as she stepped out of her worn shoes. She crawled onto the bed on all fours, the tears running down her face. I crawled next to her and laid on my back. "Use your feet," I ordered, gesturing to my cock. With trembling hands, she gently took my cock and held it steady as she maneuvered her feet into position. She had done this before, I could tell by the way she positioned her feet. "Use those arches."

Her bare feet began to rub up and down the length of my cock. The sensation was something else, I had never had a footjob before. Just wasn't my thing. Her toes curled around the base of my cock as she began to move faster. I reached out and grabbed her by the ankles, pushing her feet together in a way that was more sole than toe to give me more friction. "Harder," I demanded. She whimpered but complied. I rested my hands behind my head and laid back with my eyes closed. "Tell me how much you love this."

"I-I love it," she said in a broken British accent, "I love pleasuring you, master," Tracer's words were ****.

"Come on, where's that iconic pep!"

Tracer's voice grew a bit stronger, though still beaten, "I love pleasing you, master. I'm just a tart to be used then tossed in the bin." Her feet worked harder. The friction was intense, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. But I wasn't ready to cum yet.

"I wanna hear that happy little whore I know you are. Say you love it! Beg me for more! Worship me you slut!"

She took a deep breath and started again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Eric my king! Your cock is so big and strong! I live to serve it! I love feeling it between my toes!" Her voice grew louder with each word, the **** cheerfulness more obvious, her feet never stopping their rhythmic dance along my shaft. "Oh, Eric," she yelled with the enthusiasm of her video game character, "you're the best master any **** could ever hope for! You're the hero I always dreamed of fighting beside, but now...now I get to feel you, to serve you in ways I never thought possible! You could do anything you want to me, and I'd love it! I'd love every second of it! Wanking you off is the greatest thing I'll ever do!" "Keep going Overwhore! Other whores in this room," I said through gritted teeth pointing to all the chained women, "worship me!"

As if on cue, the other slaves in the room began to call out in their own **** praise. "Master Eric, your cock is the envy of all worlds! Please, use us however you wish! We are nothing but your playthings!" all together, their voices like a mob. The room filled with a symphony of degradation, each **** eager to outdo the last. "I'd do anything for your seed, Master Eric! Anything to make you happy! Please, Master Eric, show us mercy through your use! I'm just a hole to be fucked and beaten! My purpose is to suffer!" The room grew louder as the slaves competed for my attention. "Master Eric, I'd die for your pleasure!" screamed a bound Harley Quinn, her makeup smeared from tears and sweat.

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Tracer, get those babies ready for my gift." With a feral growl, I shot my load all over her bare feet. The cum landed on her toes, soles and tops, coating them in a thick, sticky mess. She squealed with delight, or fear, it was hard to tell. I sat there for a bit as the last of my cum pumped out. "Clean up, I guess". She looked at me broken but knew better than to argue. Tracer brought her feet up to her face, starting to lick off the cum. "No.” I said with an awesome plan. “Have them do it. Walk around the room and have everyone lick your cum covered feet once until they are clean." I laid on the bed satisfied as she got up and went to work. Each **** took their turn licking the cum off her feet. They were all so pathetic. The sight of them all licking my cum off her feet was like watching a pack of animals fighting for scraps. Some were eager, others took it as a punishment. It didn’t matter to me. They were all just toys. After she was done, I got up and put her back on her chain. I began to walk back up front then remembered I still had cum all over me. I went back over to tracer, looked into her sad eyes, grabbed her head then rubbed my crotch all over her face getting cum everywhere. "Leave it on darling. Think of it as a parting gift,” I said as I put my pants on and went back up front. I decided to drink from the Caitlyn taps for a while longer before heading out. Before I knew it I was wasted.