Recursive training (Destruction route)

<!--StartFragment-->Jimmy had multiple cameras set up. The team was going to send their rivals the videos on game day.

Jimmy was going to release it absolutely everywhere after, a brand new gangbang queen **** to dethrone Bonnie Blue.

There were tons of ways to recruit degenerates for sex, Jimmy had decided to spend whatever it took, hire however many staffers and coordinators it took.

Tiffany was going to film herself get fucked by 10,000 men.

All so at the very end, she will smile at the camera and ask for 10,000 more.

Sooner or later she’s just gonna break, its fundamental biology, meat can only take so much damage before it completely breaks down.

Regardless, Jimmy would red line her as far as she would go.

The only thing Jimmy ever intended to keep secret was the partition. That Tiffany, or at least an approximate version of her, whatever was left, was trapped, begging for it all to end.

This one was a little different though, her debut film would be an aggressive gang **** performed by men actually trying to hurt her with cocks.

The coach had finished giving his speech, the team understood what was about to happen, Tiffany is revealed by stepping though the curtain.

And the process of stepping through triggered her programming. The partition sprung up and Tiffany was in her little control room once again.

“I need help, he’s controlling me somehow,, he lied about who I am” Tiffany yelled out quickly before realizing where she was.

“No no no no no not again no” Tiffany muttered, desperately looking around for a way out.

There was just smooth wall and the control panel with a screen to show what her eyes were seeing. Speakers to hear what she said.

Unlike before however, when she could only watch in horror and then have the experience transferred to her at the end, she realized she still felt everything the physical her was doing.

The character Jimmy had built was a little more complex this time around so more of her hard drive was needed.

“You limp dick soy boys think you scare me? I’m not a stranger to multiple cocks. I fuck my boyfriends frat every other week.” Tiffany put a hand on her hip, thrusting it out. The short cheerleader skirt showed most of her left cheek at this angle.

“I’m not stupid enough to fight” she crossed her arms, “my options were play along or get tied up so let’s get this over with.” Her lower lip twitched with every word. Her overall stance and tone perfectly portraying fear masked with stoicism.

The team spread out in a circle around her, chuckles and blended whispers surrounded her alongside approximately 10 tons of humanity.

They did their best to for a literal faceless crowd. Ski masks, and the same orange jersey without names on them.

They dropped their pants and Tiffany laughed.

“If you wanted to scare me with fake dicks you need to make them realistically sized or it gives away the joke to soon” she smiled smugly.

Jimmy’s cock throbbed as he watched his scene come together.

“What’s realistic meaning to you?” someone from the crowd yelled, the first direct verbal interaction. Time to see how her character handles the loose script.

She was turning slowly inside the circle. Unable to tell where the question had come from. What would normally have been a split second of confusion stayed in her face until they had all seen it before she held out her hand and extended her pinky giving it a few twitches.

“Is that how big your boyfriend is?” another shout from behind her, keeping her turning, off-balance.

“Y…yes” she stammered, seeming suddenly much less sure of herself, “second biggest in his frat” she said with a bit more confidence, as though this was a defense she had used before.

“What’s the biggest” yet another shout, more spinning.

She held out her thumb. “only dick that’s ever felt too big” she said a mocking edge to her voice, “so take off those fake cocks and get this finished already” she rolled her eyes, slowly so that the whole circle saw.

The circle grew tighter and started closing in as the spinning finally got to Tiffany and she fell, catching herself with her hands her face was directly in the crotch of the quarterback, 3 inches away from his impressive 8 inch member.

The most pure fear Tiffany had ever felt flooded her brain. Her worldview of what was even possible for a cock was ripped apart as a handful of hair was grabbed and 6 inches was **** straight into her throat.

She gagged violently but in preparation for this event she hadn’t eaten in days.

With nothing to puke out thick strings of white slime ran down her chin and stuck to her shirt. She had remained hydrated so she would have plenty of throat slop to **** on.

Inside her control room Tiffany wept and gagged.

She had access to a list of all the changes Jimmy made to make the character out there. Knew the fear the cheerleader was feeling was stupid and cause by an absolute belief that no cock could be bigger then 3 inches.

Regardless of knowing all of that, she still felt the fear herself. She also got an extra heap of self hatred because she knew it wasn’t real and couldn’t stop it.

The cheerleader got thrown around the circle every few seconds, a new cock replacing the previous. “how fake does that feel?” “your not dealing with little boys no more bitch” “boyfriend ain’t gonna touch the sides when we’re done with you” among many other things hissed and spit at her as she bounced around the group.

Once everyone had a turn or 5 on her throat 2 finger roughly jammed into her ass and pulled her up like a handle.

She tried to scream but with your throat stuffed with cock, most noises sound the same. And got her feet under her to lessen the pain.

As per Jimmy’s instructions she had flexed her ass and pussy as tight as possible and then “locked” the muscles in place. It was starting to cramp something awful but she couldn’t relax them under any circumstances.

“This whore is soaked” the man said moving his fingers down to her pussy and shoving them in just as rough. “Tight as all hell too” he announced. “seems she might be looking forward to getting some real dick for once.”

In the control room Tiffany experienced the true hell of this partition. As a cock **** itself into wet, painfully tight pussy” the cheerleader moaned and showed great pleasure, Tiffany, let out a scream of agony.

None of the pleasure was passed through the control room, only the pain and discomfort.

She noticed a glowing red button on the control panel, it was labeled “happy place”.

In a panic she hit it.

She was in the kitchen again, desperately horny and eager to throw herself at Jimmy and his friends.

After she experienced the entire gangbang party from the perspective of the whore version she was suddenly back in the control room.

Horrified, she realized she was still being fucked by the first cock.

The button lit up again, letting her know that any time she needed, she could take a “break”

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