Intermission: Princess's First Blowjob

Sophia wanted so badly to beg Declan not to take her up on her offer, but it was like every fibre of her being was screaming back at her that she had to go through with it, that he had won the use of her mouth fair and square and she had no right not to let him claim his prize. ‘I don’t want to do this’; that was all she needed to say to put this idea of cheating on her beloved to rest, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t summon the conviction to bring the words to her lips. It was so much easier to accept that she had **** in the matter, and so she found herself being led like cattle into a quiet corner of the room.

One of the guys pulled a couple of tables together to create a makeshift barrier, then they all gathered round in a circle to fill in any gaps. It was probably unnecessary given how barren the place was, but the guys did not want to risk anything interrupting their fun. Sophia was somewhat relieved that no one else would get to see her in this shameful state, but it also crushed one more hope of her getting out of it. Declan led her into the centre of the ring, then gently nudged her down until she fell to her knees.

> This is happening… This is really happening… I-... I didn't think it would get this far but I… I can't fight it. I'm too weak. I'm really going to… to put his thing in my…

The figures of the men around her looked so much more intimidating from below. They were all looking down at her with hungry, perverted grins, like something from Sophia's worst nightmare. It reminded her of kneeling before Jack on the stage, begging him not to mess with her body anymore than he already had. How powerless and insignificant it had made her feel, like she was nothing but a pretty doll to be toyed with by her tormentors. Those feelings swelled back up within her now, undermining her will to take back control of her body.

Things were beginning to happen around Sophia as she knelt vacantly in a daze. Declan took his place sitting in front of her, spreading his legs wide and shuffling his seat forward until Sophia was boxed in by his knees on either side. His imposing figure resided over her like some divine pharaoh. The other men drew the circle in closer, eager to get the best view of what was about to happen. Sophia's vision was dominated by Declan's crotch, her body trapped in a cage of legs and feet. Excited murmurs were sounding out around her but Sophia had long since stopped caring what any of the boys had to say.

Then all at once it went quiet, and Sophia knew they were waiting on her to start the show. Declan didn't even undo his fly, waiting for her to perform this little extra degrading act of subservience. Of course in his eyes this wasn't degrading at all for her, a wanton cheating slut.

Sophia’s hands were rising to fumble with Declan’s fly. She felt his manhood straining vigorously against the denim that contained it, the heat emanating from his crotch. It twitched against her palms as her fingers worked ever so delicately on the zip to pull it down. Sophia braced, expecting the phallus to spring up suddenly at her at any moment, but there was another layer of fabric to free it from first. She had **** but to extract it herself.

Her fingers slipped into the gap, manoeuvring under the fold of Declan’s underwear, and found the hard, pulsing member within. The heat and humidity inside was unlike anything Sophia had felt given off by a human body before. Her pulse quickened as her fingers curled around the shaft and gently guided it towards open air. Sophia somehow wasn’t ready this time and flinched when it jumped out at her.

It was only on actually seeing the penis in front of her that the full gravity of Sophia’s situation settled in her mind. It was like all this time she hadn’t been taking her position seriously. Sure she’d been anxious, scrambling for any chance she could to break out of the nightmare. But ever since she’d been affected by the compulsion to offer herself out as a prize, some core part of her had dissociated from reality, watching the events unfold around her as though it really was a dream. The part of her that saw life like a fairy tale, fully believing that something would happen to save her, that one of these men would be the hero to stand up for her dignity or that Alan would ride in and sweep her off her feet. Something would happen to save her, so there was no real need to try to save herself.

But even that sheltered, hopeful side of herself could no longer deny reality upon seeing the penis looming inches from her face. This wasn’t like her time with Jason where Sophia could keep it away at arm’s length. She was **** to take in every nasty detail of Declan’s member. The way it arched slightly to one side, the thin blue lumpy lines of veins beneath the surface, the pale pink head dribbling a single drop of cloudy fluid before her eyes. It must have been the same size as Alan’s, but from this close distance it looked so large and intimidating. Worst of all was the twitching, bobbing about before her eyes every few seconds like a living creature begging for her touch.

And in just a few moments all that was going in her mouth. No one was coming to save her.

It was as that unsettling thought sent chills down Sophia's spine that she felt an alarming sensation. Her nipples were erect, poking into her top with an uncomfortable hardness impossible to ignore. For a moment she was confused, horrified that her body was somehow reacting to what was happening to her, before a just as horrifying realisation came to her. It wasn't her nipples that had become hard. It was Heather's, caused by her Attention Seekers alteration and transferred to Sophia through their Boob-Link. Jack's words played over in her head. ‘A warning for the gratuitous stimulation to be received through it soon after’. Heather was about to feel a potent urge to play with her newly sensitised breasts and Sophia was going to be **** to feel every tender touch and tickle of it.

But Sophia didn't have the time to sit around and wait for it to happen. Already her body was leaning in, her lips parting to let the foreign intruder in. Her thoughts were rapidly devolving into madness, making one final **** plea to herself to muster the will to resist.

> Please Sophia, please. You don't have to do this. You don't owe them anything. Just say no. Just walk away. Just please don't do this. You don't have to- Please please NO-!

It was completely hopeless though. She'd already given up long before she started. Her pleas came to an abrupt end as she took Declan's manhood inside herself, lips sealing around the shaft. She could feel it on her tongue, like a gross, fleshy worm wriggling into her mouth. She wanted to gag, to scream and spit it out, but she could do none of those things. All she could do was continue to give Declan his prize.

It was right then when Heather succumbed to her own compulsion too. Sophia was not prepared as phantom hands began assaulting her chest. She let out a sharp gasp that sounded more like a slutty moan as it reverberated around the obtrusion in her mouth.

> No, please Heather. Not now! Why does it have to be now?!

There was no way it was just a coincidence. The timing was just too awful. This had to be a setup by Jack and the showrunners, planning to have Heather’s addiction trigger right when it was most unbearable for Sophia. Did that mean they knew what was going to happen here? Did they know she was going to give her mouth to her lover’s best friend?! Had they planned out every move she would make in her intermissions to be as humiliating as possible?

Sophia didn’t have time to dwell on the thought before a matter of utmost urgency cast it aside. She had to take her top off. She just had to take her top off. That fact was all that mattered, completely overruling any other idea or compulsion for the time being. Blushingly aware of the eyes watching her from every angle, Sophia pulled herself back from Declan’s crotch and began pulling her top up over her head. There wasn’t a second to spare to think about what she was doing, the consequences of doing it or how embarrassing it was for her. She had to take her top off right that very instant.

Even when the thing was off her Sophia had barely a second to process what had happened before it started up again. She had to take her bra off. She had to take her bra off. So much of her attention was dedicated to this task that Sophia didn’t notice when she lowered herself back onto Declan’s rod. By the time the urgency was over her lips were planted firmly back on his shaft and her clothes were cast aside somewhere out of sight. So much was happening that Sophia was struggling to keep up. A surprise shiver of pleasure from Heather drew a moan from her lips as she sat there disorientated.

> Please Heather. You’re making me look like a slut.

It wasn't like she needed any help with that anyway, but the way she'd thrown off her clothing unprompted and moaned upon simply touching Declan's manhood to her lips must have cast off any doubts these men had that she wasn't some depraved harlot. Her face burned with shame as she began pushing her head into Declan's crotch, tightly pressing her lips against his member. The phallus penetrated deeper and deeper into her face causing every one of her muscles to tense. All the while she felt Heather continue to fondle her breasts, filling her body with sensitive shivers so out of place with what was happening to her.

Sophia winced with every inch of the man that went into her. The penis slid along the full length of her tongue, tainting it with its fleshy taste. Only when her nose threatened to poke through his fly into the messy nest of pubes within did she stop. The phallus filled her entire mouth. It dominated her senses; sight, taste, smell and touch. Every one of them was bombarding her with the fact that she had a strange man's penis filling her mouth. Every one of them was overwhelming her with distressing data about Declan's manhood that she never wanted to know, and now it would be forever burned into her brain. She held her body in place for a second as if to **** herself a little more then began to pull away, leaving smears of saliva and lipstick to mark how far in she'd taken it.

“Oh fuck…”

Sophia unconsciously turned her head to face the man groaning above her, giving a smouldering look as their gazes locked. She was compelled to make any blowjob as aesthetically pleasing as possible for her recipient, and though Sophia had no idea what that entailed it seemed her body unconsciously knew it involved deep, unwavering eye contact, filling her with unbridled shame. It was so much more humiliating to look Declan in the eye as she toiled on her hands and knees debasing herself for him, **** to watch his face contort in pleasure with every little move she made.

The first teasing stroke over with, Sophia began to pick up pace as she ran her lips along Declan’s shaft again and again, never once breaking eye contact. It wasn’t any easier the second time, or the third. There was no getting used to having her face violated by this fleshy invader even if she was the one responsible for putting it in her mouth in the first place.

“Such a strong, talented man deserves a woman like me to serve him.”

Sophia pulled away from Declan's crotch for a moment to deliver a line. As much as she hated what she was doing, it was only natural that she paid compliment to his masculinity as she serviced the man with her mouth. The boys around her had something to say about that but Sophia was too embarrassed to tune in. She lowered her head back down into Declan's crotch as he made some smug quip to his friends.

An eternity seemed to pass as Sophia slowly quickened her pace. She had no idea what was going on in the world around her. Like a dream it had all faded away into obscurity, and the only thing left was the bobbing of her head back and forth on Declan's shaft. She tried to think of anything else to distract herself from it, but any topic inevitably steered to Alan or her friends and her mind would recoil in guilt and disgust in herself. In the end all she could do was try to quiet her mind and let the repetitive motions guide her into meditation.

“Ah! Ah! Faster.”

Declan's voice dragged her back to reality. Impatient with the pace Sophia was taking, he grabbed her head and a fistful of her hair to direct her himself. Her cheeks burned at first, incredulous at his insinuation that she wasn’t performing this filthy act well enough for him, but she soon realised that it meant she wouldn’t need to do anything herself if he took the lead. She relaxed her neck and allowed the man to push her head down onto his member over and over while doing her best to dissociate from everything happening to her.

Try as much as she might though, there was no hope for Sophia to ignore the organ thrusting in and out of her face, and emptying her mind only proved to be a mistake. There was nothing but Heather's phantom fingers to distract her from the phallus pounding over and over into her skull. The very mouth she used to express and assert her identity had become nothing more than a hole for Declan to shove his cock into, her body reduced to a receptacle for him to fuel his lust, her personality nothing but set dressing to bring him greater pleasure. She pictured the penis thrusting straight up into her brain, eroding little by little what made her her. She was becoming the doll that Heather once showed her, existing for nothing more than to feed men's dirtiest fantasies and then be cast aside. Those dark and disturbing thoughts were growing louder and more dominant the longer it went on, and yet the unwanted pleasure pulsing through her nervous system from her connection to Heather was only building in intensity.

Prize Wife advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 2…

[Gambler] - Sophia will receive two random level 1-3 modifications

[Special Prize] - While receiving their promised sexual services, winners may dictate Sophia's state of dress

[Public Performer] - Sophia will believe it is a reasonable cheer/supporting strategy to flash the opposing team - [JUSTIFIED]

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

Another critical hit?! I can't believe my luck!

Another level 2 selection, and my choices this time look like a lot of fun. Changing my beliefs is always a solid option. Those are the ones that truly mess with my mind the most. Convincing myself it's okay to show off these fat melons, to start using my slutty body strategically … and of course that forces Heather to flash her tits wherever she is as well. I need to start remembering my breast mods have an indirect effect on her so I can help turn her into a slut as well.

Oh, and then there's letting the winners decide my state of dress. Naked, most likely. That's the natural state for a fuck doll like me, but maybe I’ll get to start using those sexy outfits Lena got me too.

But with how well things are going today I think I'm in the mood for gambling. That should be two level two mods for the price of one on average. Sure, I might miss, but it's not the end of the world if I do. It's still two mods at least. If I hit though, I really hit. Time to roll the dice.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will receive two random level 1-3 modifications

Generating random modifications…

Compulsion… Picture Perfect… level 2… Social Media Slut…

Sophia can more easily convince other women to take more risqué photos with her - BLOOM

Breasts… Sweater Puppies… Level 3… Play Doll…

Sophia will develop a subconscious coping habit of playing with her breasts whenever she experiences high levels of stress - BLOOM

Wow, what a hit! Those slutty group selfies are just a bonus. That nervous habit is the real prize!! Going at these fuck-balloons like stress balls whenever I get anxious. Just like Heather's Attention Seekers. And the best part is, it's all subconscious. I won't have any idea until everyone starts staring. So humiliating! How can I even hope to fight something I don't notice happening. I guess I really will need that hypnotherapist. How embarrassing it will be to tell him about this little habit. ‘Please help me. I can’t stop playing with my big slutty tits.’ Fuck, I hope he brings this side of me out to play. I'll tell him all kinds of slutty things I want him to put in my head!

Declan pushed Sophia's head down faster and faster into his crotch, rocking her body back and forth like a rag doll as he used her like a toy. Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her with every knock she took. She knew from his feverish grunts and the way his body grew tense that her ordeal was finally coming to an end.

“Fuck! I'm cumming P, I’m cumming!”

> C-cumming?!

The word sent a bolt of searing dread down Sophia's spine. Declan was about to shoot his nasty slime straight into her mouth. She couldn’t even handle having her lover’s semen on her hand. To have another man’s seed inside her body… to have the horrid taste of it corrupting her taste buds… It was a thought too revolting for words.

> Please, no! Stop this! I’m begging you! Fight it! Get up Sophia! Don’t do this!!

Every cylinder in Sophia’s head was firing. Her brain surged with panic as if she was drowning. For the very first time her whole mind was unified in a **** attempt to break free of her compulsion, shattering the chains of apathy that kept her compliant, and at long last her body finally listened to her. It was like swimming against a current but she was able to begin wrenching herself away from Declan's lap.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. She felt Declan's member shudder just moments before she tore her lips from it, only clearing it by an inch before the first blast erupted from the tip, striking her across the cheek. At the same time Heather delivered a firm pinch to her nipples, pushed herself over the edge into an orgasm Sophia had **** but to endure as well. Sophia fell backwards, too stunned to move. The sensations from the Boob-Link were contained to her chest but they were intense enough to send her back into spasming. Her shoulders trembled, pushing her breasts out to catch each splurge of Declan's load spraying across her and forcing moans from her in sync with the pleasure throbbing in her breasts.

Even as she was orgasming herself Heather was relentless, continuing to tease and fondle her breasts to draw the ecstasy out for long after the last drop of sperm had soiled Sophia's chest. Only when the girl's addiction was fully sated was Sophia finally allowed to come down from her peak and begin to reclaim her senses. Declan's member was there in front of her, slowly deflating with a single droplet clinging to its tip. Sophia pulled away from it, stumbled over a stool behind her and fell back to her knees.

The weight of what had just happened hit her at once. Declan had cum on her boobs. The most personal, intimate part of her body she had vowed only to share with her true love had been tainted by another man. She was in shock. All she could do was stare down at the thick pearly slime pooling between her breasts. She felt it trickling down her cheek and dripping from her chin. It made her skin crawl to have it on her, but her body was frozen in place too scared to move in case she spread the substance any further.

“Sophia? You alright?...”

Declan’s cautious voice pulled Sophia out of her stupor. Frozen in place she looked up at each of the men watching her in her vulgar state, still too shocked to process the shame of what they’d seen her do, before her eyes came to rest on Declan. He looked at her with concern, seemingly finally noticing that something was off with her now that his lust no longer blinded him. His penis hung limp out his jeans. Sophia felt a flash of it filling her mouth as she looked at it.

“Sophia?”

Declan stood and took a step to close the distance she had put between them when she stumbled back. As he reached out a hand to her she felt another surge of panic breaking her out of the shock that held her in place.

“Stay back!”

Sophia flinched away before Declan could touch her. All at once the only thing on her mind was a need to escape.

She couldn’t stay here.

She had to leave.

She couldn’t stay with these men.

She needed to go home.

She needed to get this horrible, nasty stuff off of her body.

She had to get it off. She had to get it off. She had to…

Sophia’s thoughts were consumed. Her body moved on its own. She needed to get away before another compulsion struck her. She snatched up her top as she scrambled to her feet. She couldn’t see her bra but she couldn’t hang back a single second to look for it. Without a word to any of the men Sophia took off, her bare soiled breasts shaking uncontrollably with every stride. Someone called after her but she didn’t look back. She didn’t know if anyone saw her but that was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was to get back to the safety of her own home. She ran out of the bar, up the stairs and along the walkway, not stopping to even cover herself up until she’d made it back to her car.

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Sophia's first time under a compulsion was sure to be distressing for her but I didn't want to make it disturbing to read so I hope I struck a good balance. Let me know what you think.