Intermission: Intimacy Training

It wasn’t long after saying her farewells to Farah that Sophia was back home at her flat. It was so nice to finally have a free moment to herself without having to stress out or rush off anywhere. She felt so floaty and refreshed after her hypnotherapy, and with the tension with Farah now properly settled, it felt like everything was going right for her for once.

She knew that wasn’t to last though, because every waking moment of hers had to be about sex so long as that horrible gameshow was running her life. She wished she could catch up on her soaps or work on the book she was writing for her niece and nephew but there just wasn’t the time for it. At least she’d have a couple of minutes of peace to eat before she got back to dancing in that perverted puppet show. Not wanting to waste all her precious free time in the kitchen, Sophia quickly slathered some honey on toast and sank back on her sofa as she quietly munched away at it.

As much as she would have liked to forget about it while she took her break, there was no pulling her thoughts away from her upcoming task. Her challenge for this intermission was to ‘complete her weekly intimacy training’, a habit she’d set herself months back in order to prepare herself for her wedding night. It was meant to be something special, working to overcome a lifetime of aversion to sexual intimacy in order to prepare herself to provide for Alan's needs as his wife. It was no wonder then that the showrunners wanted to corrupt that too, make it out like she was training herself to become the bimbo that they wanted her to be.

Regardless of how frustrating it was to have her private ritual become some perverted spectacle though, it was still something she needed to do for the sake of her marriage. This ‘weekly’ training of hers had been left on the wayside for nearly two and a half of them now. It was fair enough to focus her efforts on making it through whatever the show threw at her, but that was no excuse to abandon her commitments to her fiancé altogether. Perhaps she could put it down to twice a month, but any less than that and she wouldn't be ready in time to join with Alan. She refused to let the disgusting things the show **** her to do act as a substitute. She needed to do it in her own time under her own terms if she was to ever have the chance to feel comfortable with the thought of sex with her lover, his penis and semen, and to overcome the complex she had towards her boobs.

Her… boobs?

> My b- my boobs? My, um… my boobs…

Sophia's train of thought was snagged by the strangest sensation. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't remember the word she used for her… for her boobs. It was like there was a blank space in her head where the word should have been. When she looked down at them, all that was going through her head was ‘boobs… they’re boobs… they’re boobs… they're my boobs’. Nothing was coming to her no matter how hard she grasped. It was somewhat embarrassing for her. She'd used the word before of course, mostly with her friends, but she always felt a bit silly to do so. It was too personable a word to use otherwise. People saw it as an invitation to be casual, and Sophia did not want anyone to have the impression that they should get comfortable with the topic of her body.

> Must be a stress thing. I've been through a lot lately. I'll… I’ll remember it later. Anyway, I should start getting ready. I need to get this over with before Heather gets here.

With a sigh Sophia set down her empty plate and rose to get started. Technically there was also a second part to Sophia’s intimacy training, one where she would let Alan play with her boobs and she’d try touching his penis if she was feeling up to it. When she was given the challenge, however, she had the distinct feeling that wasn't what they wanted from her, like the Collar had imparted unspoken meaning with the words it projected into her head. Even if she was wrong about that though, she was fully intending to go there and further when Alan came over that night. It wasn’t something she needed to worry about right now.

What Sophia did need to concern herself with was sticking to the exact conditions of the challenge. She'd been promised an extra big punishment if they failed her this time, and she was sure Jack would be looking for any excuse to do so. It had been one of the producers’ conditions to let her have moments to speak to Heather with her memories of the show intact after all, so it was absolutely a big deal. That was why she headed to her bedroom first. She always put on lingerie for her training. No way were those creeps going to accept her not dolling herself up for it this time around.

There was certainly no shortage of options for Sophia to choose from now. Lena had assumed full control over this particular section of her clothing order and she’d gone a little overboard. An entire drawer of her second wardrobe was now dedicated to those frilly garments, a far cry from the couple of sets she’d had before starting on the show. She quickly sorted through which of the sets matched her current bust size and put the rest aside. She felt a little guilty about making her friend buy all these different sizes for her immediately before losing the alteration that would make her boobs fit them, as ridiculous as she knew it was to think that way.

With her options laid out for her, Sophia selected a lacy white bra and panty set to slip into and headed through into the snug, a tiny, homey room at the back of her flat. Sometimes she used this space to host cosy evenings with the girls. She would have died of shame if they knew she used it to watch porn in as well. There was just enough space for an L-shaped sofa, a wall-mounted tv and a low table for playing cards or a board game, among a few other decorative bits to make it a comfortable little grotto to lay down in with a book. The TV was hooked up to her pc, and she broadcast it now to prepare a browser for the videos she would play with herself to.

> Audience Interference received. Challenge has been updated.

> Challenge: Complete your weekly intimacy training, edging yourself to pornography for forty-five minutes before orgasming.

> Repeat anything women say in your chosen material, in similar tone and volume. If your chosen material does not contain women degrading or objectifying themselves enough, material will be chosen for you.

> Attach Lena’s dildo to your seat and ride it while edging your breasts for the full duration of the challenge.

For the second time that day Sophia jumped as a synthetic voice rang out in her head. The Control Collar still maintained a connection to her brain despite its physical absence . It had completely slipped her mind that the audience would be making their own amendments to the challenge, and as she listened she realised with horror that they intended to make this task as humiliating as possible for her. Not only did they expect her to touch herself to videos of women degrading themselves, they wanted her to participate in it too. She dreaded to think what exactly counted as objectifying enough for their tastes.

Before she got to that however, it seemed she had something else to prepare. With great **** she headed back through to her bedroom and rummaged through to the back of her lingerie drawer to retrieve the toy she’d discarded there. Sophia hadn’t been conscious at the time she put it there, but the memories of doing so were there in her head all the same. It was that very first evening after joining the show, the time she’d been compelled to ‘pleasure’ her friend’s dildo with her boobs only to have the girl in question walk in on her. Lena had refused to take it back from her after that.

“Um, Lena… you’ve left your…”

“You keep it, babe. I couldn’t bear to part you after that special moment you shared.”

“K-Keep it?! I can’t do that! I can’t hold on to something like this!”

“Hold on, Fifi! You mean to say you’ve never had a- Now you have to keep it! That’s something special to you. A girl has to treasure their firsts, Fifi. Keep it, please.”

“I- B-But… you’ve used it?!”

“Never stopped you from rubbing it all over you, did it?... I’m only teasing you, hun. It was completely clean, I swear… Before you used it, anyway.”

Sophia couldn’t argue with her friend after that, as gross as it was to take ownership of someone else’s sex toy. She should have thrown it away the moment her friend left but her autopiloted self could never bear to betray her friend like that. Instead she’d buried it away in a drawer to be forgotten about until Lena next brought it up. She never expected to bring it out to use again of her own volition.

She made sure to hold the toy at arm’s length as she withdrew it from the drawer, not willing to risk a repeat of that incident once again. Her eyes traced along its shiny pink-purple shaft to the bulbous tip. The last time she’d seen it she only had Alan’s member to compare it to. She’d sworn at that time that she would overcome the changes made to her and remain completely faithful to her beloved. Since then she’d gotten an eyeful of two other penises, Jason’s and Declan’s, and brought both of them to orgasm with her own body. Two weeks into her nine month trial, three rounds out of God knows how many, and she’d already broken her promise multiple times. It was getting harder and harder to deny that she was in way over her head.

> …There’s no changing the past, Sophia. I need to focus on the present. One step at a time.

Sophia pushed back against the pessimism that threatened to swallow her up. She just had to get on with the challenge. No amount of worrying or dithering was going to change the fact of what she had to do. She needed to keep going and maintain her momentum. If she let herself hesitate even a second the shame of it would paralyze her. For the very first time she was about to take a phallic object into her nether, one that had almost certainly been inside her friend numerous times before. This was something that she had to do.

Lena had left a suction cup along with the toy. Sophia supposed that was what the Collar expected her to use to attach it to her seat. She felt so dirty to do so, but she had **** but to grip the dildo with both hands and drive it down into the sofa cushion with all her weight, the tip of it pointed right at her face. It took some work to get it fixed down, Sophia’s face scrunched up the whole time as her body recalled the shock of Declan’s member unleashing its load at her. She couldn’t put it past the show to play such a filthy trick on her now and have the toy spurt something vile at her.

The dildo fixed in place without any surprises however, and Sophia shakily stepped up onto the sofa and turned to face the tv. Even as her eyes were off it she remained acutely aware of the phallus between her feet. She couldn’t let herself falter here. With trembling legs she began lowering herself down, one hand grasping for the toy to line it up, the other moving her panties aside to spread her lower lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she descended inch by inch, then exploded out of her all out once as she felt contact.

“Ah!”

Sophia couldn’t see anything below her over the monstrous swell of her chest but she swore the dildo had grown by the feel of its girth against her lower lips. How could something so thick ever hope to fit inside her? She could feel it pushing against her hole, threatening to split her apart if she went down any further.

> Come on, Sophia. Just do it... On the count of three. One, two, three-

“Nghhaa!”

She stifled a cry of pain as the solid rod spread her labia and pushed its way deeper into her. The passage was so dry. She could feel her body resisting its invasion. There was nothing pleasant about the way it rubbed against her insides. She kept going regardless, pressing down with her full weight until she was sitting on her feet and it felt like the toy was pushing all the way into her womb. Only then did Sophia allow herself to rest, the hardest part of her trial behind her.

This was such an alien sensation for Sophia. Even after she’d learned from her friends that this was the normal way for women to masturbate she’d been too squeamish to ever push an object into her body, sticking to her signature boob massage to pleasure herself instead as much as the girls teased her for it. How could her friends possibly enjoy this? Her nether was sore and it felt so gross and uncomfortable to be penetrated like this. She wanted nothing more than to stand up and remove the intruder but she knew that would just go against everything she was trying to accomplish.

Now that she was settled in place she needed to select something to watch. Normally for Sophia that would have meant something focused on loving passion with a natural ramp towards intimacy, but the audience had demanded otherwise this time around; something lustful, objectifying and degrading to the woman it featured. Sophia had no idea how to even find something like that. Doing her best not to move with the stiff rod buried inside her she reached for the keyboard she’d laid on the armrest beside her and began typing out the best she could what she thought they wanted from her.

‘Porn Huge tits Degrading Objectifying Sex’

Sophia felt dirty typing the words in and even dirtier on seeing the results. The thumbnails showed women in horrifying positions. One tied up, face to the floor and bum up with varying painful implements attached to her body. Some with red hand marks where their face and tits had been slapped. Some with their heads hanging from the edge of a bed and their faces buried in a man’s crotch. Some naked on the floor while men peed into their open mouths. Sophia could barely bring herself to look, it was all so revolting. It felt like she was in a whole nother world seeing the things other people got off to. There was no way she could choose any of these videos to watch, let alone masturbate to.

Sophia continued to scroll and look through squinted eyes, searching for a link she could stomach that fulfilled the Collar’s criterion. Finally her eyes landed on one that looked promising, a normal-looking thumbnail of a naked woman with the title ‘Dumb whore demeans herself with dirty names’. That seemed like something she could work with. Sophia had been called all manner of disgusting names from drunk and lecherous men in her lifetime. It was always awful for her but it was familiar enough to endure it over everything else that was on offer. Sophia clicked the link with a sense of dejected resignation, but what she saw when the video loaded was enough to take her immediately aback.

> Wh-Wha-... How could that-...

Sophia was looking at herself. Not a close resemblance like the video she’d watched in the therapist’s waiting room, but an exact spitting image of her own face and body down to the tiniest detail. Every hair, every mark on the girl’s naked skin, it was like looking in a mirror. She was so confused. The woman in the thumbnail had looked nothing like her. She’d never made a video like this. How could something like this really exist!? It had to be the show behind this but it shouldn’t have been. The challenge had never mentioned anything like this!

It was then that Sophia noticed a certain shimmering warmth behind her eyes and she realised this was the work of the Control Collar after all. This was some cruel trick from Jack, messing with her perception to make her see herself in the disgusting porn she was being made to watch. He couldn’t just leave it to the audience to make the challenge as uncomfortable as possible for her. He just had to make his own contribution to twist the knife that little bit extra.

“I’m a dirty, stupid cocksucking whore.”

Sophia startled as the harsh words played through her speakers. She knew to some degree what to expect when she clicked on the video, but she somehow had the idea it would ease her into it. These were strong words to be suddenly blasted with, and for a second she nearly forgot she had to repeat them aloud.

“I-I’m a… a d-dirty, stupid c… c-c-ccocksucking whore.”

No, Sophia knew as soon as she’d said them that that wouldn’t do. The challenge said to repeat the words in the same tone as the video. They would never accept her stammering her way through them. She had to try that again, and with the video still playing she had no time to get in the mindset for it.

“I’m a dirty, stupid cocksucking whore.”

She tried her best to mimic the woman’s sultry, almost **** tone and keep her voice from breaking, but her attempt was far from perfect. The words were straining to say. They brought back the helpless, hurtful memory of having Declan’s penis in her mouth that made the sentence feel all too real to Sophia. What kind of woman would service their fiancé’s best friend’s penis but a 'dirty, stupid cocksucking whore'?

> Stop it! They’re just words. They’re just words!

Sophia had to stop ascribing meaning to the words she was **** to say. She was playing right into the showrunners’ hands, convincing herself of truths where there were none. These lines were meant to humiliate her, an attempt to break down her sense of self. The ultimate act of defiance would be to not let them get to her at all.

The woman was alone in the video. Just like Sophia she had a dildo with her, though she wasn’t using it to pleasure herself. Rather she had one hand buried in her snatch while she rubbed and slapped the dildo demeaningly across her own face. It was shocking to see but it reminded Sophia that she couldn’t just sit still. She could say all the dirtiest things about herself in the world and it wouldn’t count if she wasn’t ‘riding’ the dildo. Psyching herself up, she lifted her crotch from the sofa, her body almost exerting a sigh of relief as the toy partially slipped out of her, only to have the discomfort redoubled as she dropped back down again. She couldn’t understand how women liked doing this. Did it get better come later or was her body just incapable of enjoying this like everyone else?

“I’m so horny for fat cock. I need it so bad.”

“I-I’m so horny for fat cock. I need it so bad.”

The second time went better for Sophia, managing to get through the line without her voice breaking again. She couldn’t dismiss the meaning of what she was saying. Not completely. Visions of her experiences on the show kept threatening to push to the front of her mind, but as long as she kept reminding herself that all of it was a lie she could make it through.

“This dumb slut is good for nothing but doing what she’s told.”

“This dumb slut is good for nothing but doing what she’s told.”

At the same time she’d begun grinding her hips on the toy. It was awkward and painful at first. The tiniest of wrong movements would send the hard firm rod pushing into her at an odd angle. With a little experimentation she was able to figure out how to move her hips straight up and down and it became a lot less uncomfortable. A little bit of moisture was forming down there too. Her body must have realised she needed it, because she certainly didn’t find any part of her situation arousing. She was going to be so sore by the end of this.

“I’m nothing but a walking set of tits, ass, lips and pussy.”

“I’m nothing but a walking set of-… o-of tits, ass, lips and pussy.”

That line was more of a struggle for Sophia. ‘Walking set of tits’ hit a little too close to home for Sophia after everything she’d been through. As much as she hated to think so, it had become evidently clear over the last few weeks that that really was all she was to a lot of people, and that realisation cut deep at her greatest insecurity. It didn’t matter though. As long as Alan and her friends loved her for who she was it didn’t matter what strangers and perverts thought of her. That was what she reassured herself anyway.

“Use me like the worthless cumdump I am!”

“Use me like the worthless cumdump I am…”

With each repetition her voice quivered a little bit less, her nerves slowly calming as the shock of what she was doing wore off. Her tone even started to capture a little of the woman’s moaning mewl. She’d gotten the hang of riding the dildo. Her snatch had grown sufficiently wet to lubricate it plunging in and out of her. She couldn’t call it pleasurable but… it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable anymore either. More than anything it was exhausting. She didn’t know how she was meant to keep this up for forty five minutes. It was on looking down that a sudden realisation came to her.

> Oh, right. I need to play with my tits as well!

“W-wait! T-tits?”

Sophia could help exclaiming aloud in confusion. Why was that the word her brain supplied? Only when she was intentionally demeaning herself did she use such language for her own body. Sure the ‘seductive’ word somehow felt appropriate in her head given the… ‘intimate scenario’, but her boobs didn’t need sexualising more than they already were. Why couldn’t she remember the proper word for them?

Regardless of the word she used, it was true she’d been neglecting her tits in her focus on repeating the words and riding the dildo. It was just as much a part of her challenge to ‘edge’ with them so she couldn’t afford to be neglectful. For the first time since they’d grown to their new size, Sophia raised her hands, pulled down her cups and willingly began fondling her boobs.

Now more than ever it was clear how much they’d changed. What had once overflowed in her hands now completely dwarfed them. Big sweeping circles were needed to reach every surface of them. Each brush of her fingertips immediately sent tingles arcing up her spine that would have needed minutes of tender caress to achieve before. Involuntarily she felt her nether twitch and squeeze in on the toy in response to the feeling, the channel surging with involuntary moisture.

“I’m so horny to-”

> Chosen material is deemed insufficient. Material will be chosen for you.

> What!? No!

What did it mean the video was insufficient? How was it possible that the things she’d said weren’t objectifying enough!? How could it get any worse than calling herself all those degrading names?

Sophia already knew the answer though. All those videos that she’d skipped over before, that she couldn’t stomach clicking on. She’d played it too safe. They didn’t want her watching a video she could tolerate. They wanted her orgasming to things that would normally make her gag, conditioning her body to enjoy those disgusting scenes. Now she was completely at the Collar’s mercy for what she would spend the next half hour masturbating to, and she dreaded to think what it chose out for her.

The new video started with a shot facing a door, opening up as a girl peeked through from the other side. Once again this one wore Sophia’s face, and she saw her own features curl up in a dazzling smile as she saw the person holding the camera.

“Hey Baaabe. Happy birthday. I hope you’re ready for your surprise.”

Sophia was so nervous waiting for the sickening twist to this innocent scene that she almost forgot she needed to mimic this girl too, even words as innocuous as this.

“We’ve been trying so hard for a baby for months and it hasn’t been working, so… I thought we could try something else. I think you’re going to like what I had in mind.”

An awful sense of foreboding crossed Sophia’s mind as she repeated the line. It only deepened as the girl on screen took the cameraman’s hand and led him into the bedroom, and as they turned to face the room she saw something that made her freeze in place.

There on the bed was a woman bound, naked and gagged. Her ankles were tied to the bedposts, forcing them apart to reveal her **** snatch. Her arms were tied up behind her back and a device around her head held her mouth wide open. What shocked Sophia into motionlessness was not the girl’s condition, however, but who it was - Amy, her sister.

“Surprise! I know you’ve been checking my sister out for months, dreaming about holding on to those massive jugs while you plough into her. Well I might not be able to make a baby for us but Amy is the perfect breeding bitch. Those wide hips, huge knockers, and she's such a docile, submissive slut. She’s made to be knocked up. She’s my present to you. Bang my sister as many times as you need to put a bun in her oven.”

Sophia felt sick as she repeated the words back. This wasn’t really her sister, she knew. Amy would never make a video like this. The Collar was messing with her perception to see her face and hear her name. That didn’t make it any less disturbing to see her sister in this position, about to be used like a warm body to pump a baby into. The thought of it paralysed her. She couldn’t bring herself to move. Her body refused to pleasure itself to the image of her sister being treated like this.

> No, I… I need to keep going. I can’t fail this challenge.

An extra large penalty was waiting for Sophia if she couldn’t push herself through. The show was doing everything in its power to get her to quit. She knew it was all just an illusion, that in just half an hour all this humiliation and discomfort would all be behind her with no lasting effect on her life. Masturbating to this would not do any harm to Amy or their relationship at all.

And yet… even telling herself that, she still couldn’t bring her body to move. Her legs were like jelly, too tired and shaky to support lifting her own weight. Every muscle in her body was consumed by exhaustion. Her head was throbbing under the pressure of the situation bearing down on her. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get her body to move.

Then out of nowhere she felt it; an offer from the Control Collar. It wasn’t a thought or a voice in her head. It was the slightest relief of the ache in her muscles, like someone trying to take from her a weight that she was carrying. ‘Let me move your body for you’ it seemed to say. It left her confused. Why would the Collar want to help her with a challenge? She had **** though. It was that or fail the task. Sophia let go and allowed the Collar to take control of her lower body.

The response was immediate. Her hips began to move with a speed like they'd forgotten the meaning of fatigue. Her arms felt lighter too, though it was still up to her to move them on her own. As much as it sickened her to do so, she began brushing her tits with her fingertips as she watched the scene in the video unfold.

“Go ahead baby. Dive in. Let me hold the camera for you.”

If the Collar did not have control of Sophia’s legs, what she saw next would have been enough to freeze her in place again. As the camera passed into the hands of her doppelganger she was finally able to see the face of the silent man behind it. If she took the time to think about it it may have been obvious, but it was too much for Sophia to imagine she was about to watch Alan have sex with her sister. He stepped around to her side, looking towards the camera expectantly.

“Go ahead, babe. She’s your present. Do what you want with her. Just make sure to save your precious load for her cunt, okay?”

‘Alan’ wasted no time in dropping his pants and kneeling down to the girl’s face, turning her head to feed his manhood straight through the hole in her gag. Despite being tied up and **** into this position, ‘Amy’ made no attempt to resist his advance. If anything she willingly followed his lead.

“That’s it, sis! Such a good little bitch. Don’t go easy on her, babe. This slut knows her purpose, don’t you sis? Just a set of wet holes for a manly cock to plug.”

“Mmhmm…”

Sophia couldn’t believe what was happening. This was not her intimacy training. It was meant to be special; a gentle exploration of passionate eroticism out of the love for her fiancé. Now here she was shamelessly bouncing on a plastic penis, groping her tits as she watched the love of her life hold a woman down and use her as breeding stock for debaucherous pleasure, all while she herself cheered it on and reduced her own sister down to nothing more than a sex object. Every word she repeated carved at her soul. Degrading her sister felt so much worse than doing it to herself. She was a traitor to her own flesh and blood, to the girl that had loved and looked after her since the day she was born.

And the worst part of all was that she felt so good. The Collar was relentless in bouncing her up and down on the dildo and it knew exactly how to draw out the feeling that ensued. The toy was rubbing up against her insides, hitting something there Sophia didn’t even know she had. It kept building and building and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Quite the contrary, the whole time she was **** to edge her tits, adding to the kindling bonfire of euphoria with sparks of sensitivity every time her finger brushed her nipples. Heat was raging inside of her. Her body was a sweaty pulsing mess, and from where she naively thought would remain a dry channel throughout this trial she now felt juices dripping down from onto the sofa every time the toy pulled out of her.

She watched as Alan pulled away from Amy’s mouth, only to hurriedly fumble into the space between her legs. The fake Sophia set the camera facing the bed and lay down with her sister upon it, at some point having stripped down to her underwear. She turned the girl’s head and tenderly pressed their faces together.

“Such a good little cum-bucket my sister is, ready to serve your role as a breeding sow. I’m so proud of you, sis. My boyfriend is going to lay his pipe in you now. Let’s give him a show to milk every last drop from his balls.”

‘Sophia’ pulled away the gag, and the sisters kissed in a way that the real ones would never dream to. Amy’s body shook as Alan lay into her. Sophia wanted so badly to look away, to scream and banish the cursed video from her screen. Not even in her nastiest intrusive thoughts and darkest nightmares had her brain conjured up such an image as her beloved thrusting into her sister again and again and again. But here she was rubbing herself off like it was her most intimate fantasy manifest. Increasingly it looked like the hardest part of her challenge was to keep herself from orgasming.

“Amy’s got two months off work now. She’s got nowhere to be. How do you like the thought of keeping her here all tied up, ready to mount anytime and as often as you want to until we know she’s all knocked up?”

Sophia tried not to imagine her sister like that, trussed up in her bedroom like a sex doll for her fiancé. Alan would never want that. Amy would never allow that. And Sophia would never treat her own sister like an object to be gifted away. The picture was right there in front of her though, and it wormed its way in to feed the most twisted and morbid reaches of her imagination. It was the most disgusting thing she could think of, but it wasn’t enough to overcome the expertise with which the Collar ground the toy inside of her, nor the outrageous sensitivity of the tits it had given her. Little by little she was being pushed towards the edge. A fire was raging beneath her skin, flaring up as a full-body blush. Her body was drenched, none more so than her snatch. Never had so much fluid leaked from down there.

*Ding-dong*

All of a sudden the sound of the front doorbell reached Sophia’s ears and the most dizzying sensation drowned out everything she was thinking. The world spun for a second as her brain re-centred itself.

As Sophia came around, there was only one thing on her mind. There was someone at the door.

> Is that Heather? She’s here earlier than I expected.

Pushing up from her squat, Sophia stepped down off the sofa and made her way for the front door, her bare feet padding off the wooden floor of the corridor. The air of the hallway felt cool against her sweat-drizzled skin.

> Alright, focus Sophia. Don’t kiss Heather. Don’t kiss Heather.

Sophia braced herself to fight the compulsion that would trigger on greeting her friend. When she opened the door however, the one she came face to face with was not Heather at all. It took Sophia a moment to realise who she was seeing, so unexpected was his appearance here at her apartment after all these years.

“Liam?!”

Here he was before her in the flesh. Her former friend, the boy she’d inadvertently humiliated and ruined the life of back at school, the man who’d seemingly requested and sponsored her appearance on the show. He looked so different from what he did back then. He’d grown, obviously, being no longer a teen, but there was so much more to it than that. His hair was messy and unevenly cut, his skin pale like he barely saw the sun and his body skinny like he hadn’t eaten properly in months. It was a horrible state to see him in, and the guilt knowing she was likely the cause of it was like a vice on her chest.

The boy’s eyes widened on seeing her. His gaze swept down over her body.

“Sophia! Hi, I, uh- w-wow. Were you expecting to see me, or…?”

> What does he mean by- Ahh?!

Sophia followed his stare and only on seeing the state of her body did she remember what she’d just been doing. She’d come straight to the door from the middle of masturbating without so much as an attempt to clean herself up. Here she was answering the door in her lingerie, her bra pulled down and knickers pulled aside to put her boobs and her nether on full display, her skin still flush and sweaty from the exertion, her thighs dripping with her own sexual juices. She froze in terror, her mind overloaded with sheer panic, her face burning up in shame, and that was all the opening her compulsion needed to assert itself.

Sophia’s body took on a mind of its own, pulling Liam into her apartment and pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed him back against the wall to press her lips against his. Sophia didn’t even attempt to fight it, allowing the slutty embrace to be their first impression of each other after more than half a dozen years apart.

To Sophia’s surprise, Liam pressed his lips tightly shut as Sophia tried to push her tongue between them, pursing his lips into a regular kissing gesture. The compulsion complied with his wishes, causing Sophia to deliver a series of passionate smooches to his lips instead. His cold hands remained on her hips, never straying to the intimate places she had on open display. Sophia almost wished they would. This felt too much like the way she would embrace Alan. The soft, fleeting touches of their lips almost seemed to border on romantic. It would be far less jarring to be objectified by yet another man than have him intrude on the tender sensations she reserved for her lover.

> This isn’t Alan, Sophia. This isn’t Alan!

Focusing on not getting lost in the sensation like she did with Declan, Sophia counted down the seconds until she would be able to pull away, and was once again surprised when Liam did so first. He stepped around her into the hallway and closed the door behind him, much to Sophia’s relief, ensuring no one else would see her in this embarrassing state. As their gazes met, his darted aside. She recalled he’d always had trouble looking people in the eye before.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long. You have no idea.”

The two of them alone in the room, Liam stood there looking at her. His gaze never wavered to her exposed figure, simply watching her face like he was taking in the sunrise. Sophia felt a little uncomfortable by it but she had no idea how to break the silence. Should she apologise for what she did to him? Demand to know why he did this to her? Ask him what had happened to him in all the time he’d disappeared? Whimper out some excuse for why she was standing with her nipples exposed to him? There were so many things she wanted to say to him that she paradoxically couldn’t bring herself to speak. She simply stood there as well, waiting for him to make the first move.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to take some more time sorting myself out before I came to see you, but the show is going so much faster than I expected. I guess they wanted to frontload a lot of the changes they make to you for the viewers. I wanted to talk to you before we got too many rounds into this.”

Finally his attention shifted from her face and he began taking in the rest of the obscene vision that stood before him. There was nothing Sophia could do to cover up. He’d caught her completely exposed after all. He was especially interested in her boobs of course, just like she remembered from school. He was only a couple of months her junior, though it felt like he was years younger than her the way he clung to her back then. She always used to get so irritated seeing him sneak a peak at her body, and now here he was getting an unhindered eyeful of it. There were some complicated feelings there; frustration and anger and sorrow, but the most confusing of all was the warming sense of pride she felt at him appreciating her boobs. Was that the guilt she felt over what had happened when she last condemned him for checking her out messing with her head? Whatever it was, she realised she’d started pushing out her chest to give him a better view, and bowed her head down in shame as she corrected herself.

It was true that the two of them needed to talk about the incident, the show and everything that Jack had told her about him. This was just the worst possible time he could show up. Ever since she’d got up to answer the door Sophia has felt an incessant pressure inside her head. She realised now it was a timer counting down. The Collar was not going to accept a long break from her challenge, and it would no doubt fail her if she didn’t get back to it. She didn’t have time to start it all over again tonight.

But sending Liam away just wasn’t an option either. He had caught her in the middle of her intimacy training. He had every right to watch her finish. She had no other choice in the matter but to invite him in.

“Alright. Let’s talk. Come with me.”

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading! Apologies for this chapter taking so long to come out. I decided to focus on writing the next chapter first to get Liam's introduction to the story right and it turned out to be one of the longest chapters I've written. On the bright side, that chapter is just about done so expect it out in the next couple of days.

Thank you also to everyone who voted in the poll to decide Sophia's challenge amendments. 86 is a massive number of responses! As you can see below, the results ended up really close with the top results constantly overtaking each other (it was even closer at the time I started writing the chapters). I did say only two options would win but I ended up deciding to use Jack as a scapegoat so people weren't missing out on their favourite option winning by a couple of votes at the time of my arbitrary cut-off.

While you're waiting for the next chapter I've got another less serious poll to take part in. As you've seen, one of the suggestions Sophia received from the hypnotherapist was to use the words her friends tell her to use for her breasts, so I've made a list of different words for them from the fun to the flirty to the filthy so you can rate how much you want to see Sophia use them (You can also suggest your own and I'll add them in).

Also you can suggest rules for Sophia's friends to give her on how to use these words, whether it be a serious suggestion from them (They're X when you're in a bikini, Y when you're naked), an attempt to tease her (Always call them X with Alan. He loves that word, believe me), suggestions they give while drunk (Guys at the bar love when you emphasize how big they are), or in retribution (Be sure to tell every guy you meet how fake your tits are, slut).

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