Act I: The Longing

There’s barely any time for rehearsal after you get back to the USA from the Fluorescence tournament. It takes place less than a week after you return. You do manage to squeeze in two nights of practice, but then it’s curtain time.

The play takes place in the standard three acts and Act One, “The Longing”, charts Kaori’s desire before the King of Hell seduces her. It opens with Kaori on stage, writing a diary entry as she dreams of fantastic realms where she loses control and experiences the greatest pleasure of her life. As she narrates the prose, others act out the world she envisages, one of sex and excess. As she lays down the pen, she wonders whether she is cursed or damned.

The second scene shows her riding a realistic train carriage. Kiara plays the part of a woman experiencing chikan and fighting back. As she does, Kaori watches and touches herself.

Then the play switches to a scene of Kaori in church, confessing her fantasies to her priest. The priest condemns them, and says they are of the devil. It closes with him ordering her to say Hail Marys, pray and devote herself more ardently to charitable duties.

In the final scene of Act One, you make your appearance. Your costume consists of… well… precious little: a heavy black cloak hangs from your neck, a ragged faux fur loin cloth covers your groin, and two diagonal leather straps cross your chest. That’s it. Well, apart from the horns they’ve attached to your head and the deep red body paint that completely covers you.

Even after a year of College Spread you feel exposed in front of a theater full of eagerly watching perverts. Most people from this year’s competition are present - players, staff and Ladies of the Deck. Previous alumni are there too, eagerly enjoying the very literal climax to the season.

“YOU GO, BRO!” screams a voice from the darkness.

Oh god! It’s your sister, Maddie. You wince at the thought that she, and possibly your parents, are out there watching. How the hell are you meant to keep an erection under that kind of scrutiny? You’ve known for weeks that they follow the game, and it hasn’t stopped you from performing. When you’re focused on the challenge and the sex, everything else seems to fall away. At least, that’s been the case so far. Now they’re right there in front of you, though, and it feels horrifyingly different.

That’s when you catch sight of a face in the glow of the stage lights at the front of the audience. Rebekah gives you a wink and licks her lips lasciviously. You focus on performing for her, the perverted woman who owns your heart and soul. You give her a brief nod, hoping she sees it at this distance, and turn your attention back to the stage.

Much of the stage is dark, with spotlights highlighting the important players. You stand to one side, gazing forward longingly. Tabby, naked and fully painted as a tiger, with smaller horns on her head, stands behind you, massaging your body. In character, you pay her no heed, while you yourself struggle to ignore the sensuous, demanding touches she gives.

“You like this mortal, Master,” she says, adding a growl to her voice.

One hand reaches round to graze your cock through the loin cloth. With the other she points to the second lit area. There, a bed is positioned, with Kaori seemingly asleep on it. Kaori wears a diaphanous nightgown, her body visible beneath the translucent material. One hand rests on her breast while another is between her legs.

From the darkness around her, naked men and women appear. They lean over her prostrate form, grasping and groping at her body. She moans softly as they do, the dream scene betraying the depth of her desires.

“I must have her,” you say. “But she will not yield to her own desires!”

Tabby slides around your body, stroking you firmly as she drops to her knees. She pulls down your loin cloth, revealing your erect cock underneath. Her hands grip your length, stroking you. She looks up, pleading for your touch with her eyes.

“But you have me, Master,” she says. “Am I not enough?”

Tabby opens her mouth and drops it over your cock, taking you deep at once. You feel the back of her throat before, thinking she’ll stop there. She doesn’t. She pushes further, until the tightness makes you groan. You’ve never had a woman deep throat so quickly, so eagerly, before. For a moment, the shock of it pulls you out of acting mode and straight into lust.

“FUCK, yeah…!” you cry out.

Her throat pulses as her gag reflex makes it hard for her to stay there, but she doesn’t pull back. You wonder when the hell this girl, who complained that twos only get kisses, learned to do this. Did the College Spread staff or players pick up on you telling them it was a ridiculously low assessment? Did she get the courage after your week 15 challenge to make moves herself? You don’t know, but when she grips your balls with her right hand you have to make yourself slide out of her before you cum.

“ENOUGH!” you yell. “Yes, I have you. I have my favourite freak, my Tyger. She will serve beside you… and UNDER you! Now, bring me a seducer to bring that bitch under my will.”

Tabby stands and backs out of the spotlight, bowing as she goes. She manages to look lascivious and obsequious at once. She’s good and you wonder if she’ll be diverting from painting into acting after this show.

She returns a moment later, with Raven behind her. You look at the beautiful woman with passionate admiration. Whoever is working makeup and costume has done an amazing job. A thick leather collar wraps around her neck, the horned brass D-ring at the front attached to a chain leash held by Tabby. She’s been painted a bright red, her lips and mascara the most brilliant of all. Her hair is pulled back into a tight, starched ponytail. Horns more majestic than your own grace her head. And the leather corset she wears emphasizes every curve of her beauty.

An unexpected shout goes up from the audience.

“Okay, I take it back. That’s a goth I WOULD FUCK!”

It’s Tank Marshall, the quarterback who’d declared his unwillingness to do that in the early rounds of the game. His cry is so misplaced and inappropriate that you have to take a moment to avoid laughing.

You grasp Raven’s face and pull her in for a kiss. Your other hand reaches down to her crotch where a clasp holds leather panties closed. With a quick tug, you open it and stroke a finger over her slit.

“Hungry, my little bitch?” you ask.

She nods, purring.

You spin her round and point her towards Kaori’s bed. The nightmare visions have pulled her breasts free of her nightgown and her hand is now stroking her own pussy as she moans, feigning her surrender to an erotic dream.

“Then work your sinister powers on this mortal fool. I will have her in my harem!”

Raven licks her lips and grins as the curtain falls.

“Yes, Master!”

Act One concludes with the crowd cheering loudly. You have the feeling that more than one late night hookup is already being arranged.