Completely destroyed them

And in the apartment you find yourself face to face with two girls... maybe... if you can call them that anymore.

You recognize them as Aroshi and your neighbor. They're both on their knees, wearing tight little half t-shirts, totally see-through to their hard nipples, and thongs that don't even attempt to cover their swollen twats.

Aroshi's nipples are pierced, so is her clit. And her eyes gaze right through you. You walk up to her, trying to wrap your head around what is happening here. And truth is, it does turn you on a bit. On her white shirt is written the phrase "Arab object" particularly degrading since Aroshi isn't even Arabic, she's Persian.

She looks up at you, but you can't even tell if she recognizes you. Her face is a mess with cum and spit and sweat. You cannot believe the pretty girl who you were unable to seduce has turned into this, and so quickly.

"What happened Aroshi?" you ask. And you hear a chuckle behind you.

It's your boyfriend. "It doesn't answer to that name anymore."

"Aroshi! Aroshi!" you shot at her, unsure if you're checking to see just how true your man is being, or whether every piece of evidence of her being so completely degraded turns you on more. Your pussy itches. You want someone or something to scratch it.

You slap her to see if she reacts.

She smiles.

"That will only encourage it." your boyfriend says. How, you wonder, could he have done this so quickly. "Arab object" he shouts, and Aroshi immediately turns to look at him. "Say hello to our new guest." he orders.

And Aroshi turns to you, her eyes finally focusing on your face. You think for a moment she's going to demonstrate that she knows you. But instead she says "fuck my cunt." and then zones back out.

You can't help but turn your attention to your neighbor. Her name escapes you for the moment, not that it matters. You may never need to use her name, and she may never use it again either. Instead, you're assuming, she's going by the phrase on her tight white shirt, "Anal object."

Almost every time you've seen, her a pretty middle-aged blonde woman with nice C-cups and curvy hips, she's been wearing a business suit or some other respectable outfit. Now she looks like this.

Your man walks up to her, grabs the knotted hair atop her head and pulls her up. She doesn't even yelp. Her eyes too, gaze at him, half through him, half filled with love and lust and submissive worship.

"Know why this one is my anal object?" He asks you.

You do want to know. This who thing shocks you and turns you on. You so badly wanted to beat him in this contest, but now that it's over, the idea that it's all out of your hands turns you on. God, you wish someone would grab your crotch. You nod.

"When we started, remember what you told me you were most hesitant to do?" He asks her.

Softly she answers. "anal sex."

"And how many men were up your ass last night?"

She answers, completely emotionless. "thirty-five."

And your boyfriend hocks a big spit onto her face, as a reward, you imagine. "Good thing" he says and lets go of her hair. She falls back to her knees.

Then he turns his smile to you. And you realize it's your turn. The rules of the contest were clear. You're his **** now. And it's not going to be a little cheeky sub play. This is real. This is going to completely dehumanize and **** you. And fuck if the thought doesn't make you want to cum.

But you haven't given into it yet. You haven't embraced what your body is telling you, that being enslaved and destroyed by your boyfriend is what you really truly want.

"I have a surprise for you." he says. As if all this isn't a surprise. "It's waiting in the bathroom."

The bathroom? You're not sure where he's going with this. But a few ideas pop into your head. And without fail, the nastier the idea, the more your clit tingles.

But there's no use delaying, or refusing. This is happening. You walk toward the bathroom. Your boyfriend's joy is palpable.

You open the door.