She Doesn't

Author's Note: The first two paragraphs of this are copied from Divalution's OG path from before Bill steps in. This path being nobody steps into save Amber.

Surge steps forward, and you find yourself frozen in place as his huge frame looms over you. The crowd, having begun to disperse after the end of the battle, quickly start paying attention again as it becomes clear that they're going to see some kind of show after all. Surge slips behind you with a surprising amount of agility for a man his size, and he moves his hands down to your chest. You know you should be protesting, should be trying to resist in some way, but for some reason your mind has gone blank, leaving you standing there powerless to do anything about the oncoming sexual ****, in spite of winning the battle. In fact, what your mind is actually doing as Surge slips his hands under your skimpy maid top, is thinking about Bruno fucking you on-stage back in Cerulean, the mixture of intense humiliation but undeniable pleasure you had felt. You look at the crowd around you, watching on as Surge starts aggressively groping your tits. It's nowhere near the amount of people that had been watching the Sextravaganza, but... I wonder if this will feel as good as that did? you think, before the rational part of your brain pushes back. This is ridiculous! I don't enjoy being humiliated! That would go against everything I-

You are snapped out of your internal battle by Surge harshly pinching and twisting your nipples, drawing an involuntary yelp from you at the sudden pain. "Enjoying it?" Surge murmurs in your ear, his voice lower than it has been up to this point but no less intimidating. "There's plenty more where that came from. You're gonna pay for making me look like an idiot in front of all these people, bitch. And then, once I feel like you've had enough, we're gonna to put that mouth of yours to some good use. Won't be as easy to talk trash when I've fucked your throat a few times..."

To your shame you let out a loud moan. You aren't sure (or are still in denial) about what exactly is turning you on so much about all of this. Maybe you are an exhibitionist and like the public sex aspect, maybe Surge is just really good with his hands. Your thoughts are disrupted as you feel Surge slide a finger up into your dripping cunt, twirling the finger in such a way as to hit a particularly tender bundle of nerves inside of you. "Oh... fuck...."

You hear Surge's laugh as your body continues to submit to him. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. But I think that's enough foreplay for now." To your surprise Surge stops fondling you. But then you feel his strong hands upon your small shoulders and he pushes you down to your knees. Your face now level with Surges groin you can already see the bulge hidden by his pants. "Take it out."

Without complaint you reach for Surge's belt, quickly undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper. When you pull out the appendage you can't help but stare at it. "Like what you see?" You are snapped back to reality by Surge's comment and while you won't admit it out loud a part of you did. You honestly weren't sure who was bigger, Surge or Blue, but remembering how you came on Blue's cock you can already feel your pussy getting wet at the thought of being violated by this cock in the same way. "It isn't going to suck itself, so get to work." Obeying Surge's command, you take his cock into your mouth and as you taste the hot salty piece of meat you can't help but moan.

Fuck, maybe you were just a slut...

As you start to deep throat Surge's cock you can feel your pussy start to ache with arousal. Forgetting (or not caring) that you have an audience you reach down a hand to your pussy lips and start to finger yourself. As you start fingering yourself you continue to suck on Surge's cock, deep throating the thick meat stick enthusiastically if sloppily, your mouth making loud slurping noises as you suck and enjoy the salty taste of his sweat and precum. Surge then grabs onto your hair and starts to face fuck you and you gag as you feel the swollen tip of his cock violate your throat. But with Surge doing all the work you are free do focus on your dripping cunt. As Surge continues to fuck your face your fingers move with in time his thrusts and it is almost as if he is fucking your cunt.

As you imagine taking Surge's thick cock into your wet pussy you cum, your cries of pleasure muffled by the cock fucking your throat. But your climax doesn't go unnoticed.

"Is that maid pissing herself?" "No, I think the slut just came. Look at where here fingers are." "Could have fooled me, just look at that puddle." "Damn bitch is a squirter." "You mean a Squirtle!"

The crowd continues to laugh at you, and talk about you and to your shame it only turns you on more. Topping off your humiliating experience Surge shoves his cock deep into your mouth and holds it there, shoving your face into his pubic hair. You start **** due to the throbbing rod blocking your throat but then you feel him start to cum. As his cum starts to flood your mouth and throat you feel as if you are going to drown. So you swallow, but this only causes your throat muscles to massage the tip of Surge's cock, causing him to let out a groan as your swallowing milks his cock and encourages him to let out even more cum.

Surge's climax goes on for so long that you feel yourself blacking out from the lack of air. But during all of it, Surge fucking your face, the humiliating comments, your vision starts going dark from the lack of air. Through it all you continue to finger your pussy furiously as if your life depended on it. As if it might be the last thing you do.

In the back of your lust filled mind a small voice is crying out in terror. You are suffocating, you might just pass out. A part of you fears you might not wake up. But as your vision darkens you continue to suck Surge's cock and finger your pussy as if it might be your last act on earth. As your vision goes black from the lack of air you feel an overwhelming mind shattering orgasm wash through your body.

That is the last thing you feel before your vision goes black and you pass out...

When you start to regain consciousness, you are lying on your side and for a few unmeasured moments your only sensation is touch. The cool sea breeze across your skin, the hard wooden deck on your back, your sore throat, your pussy which is dripping with so much girl cum that it feels like someone had creamed your pussy while you were ****.

The next sense to return is sound. The sound of the ocean waves and breeze, foot steps on the deck, the humiliating comments of your audience.

"You think she is dead?" "No, look she's still twitching." "That doesn't mean anything." You then start to cough "Look, she's still breathing." a cough that turns into a painful retch at your body expels some of Surge's cum from your stomach. "Damn, the bitch just puked!" "Yeah, she NASTY!"

Next comes your vision, the first thing you see being the puddle of cum puke that you just threw up. The next thing you see is a pair of military boots. Military boots which you just puked on. You manage to look up and see that the boots belong to Surge.

It takes your oxygen deprived brain a few moments to realize what just happened. You just puked on Surge's boots.

Well, FUCK!

Author's Note: I wasn't sure where I was going with this when I started. But it certainly wasn't with Amber almost dying while sucking cock. Not sure if I have another chapter of this alt-path in but I just had to get this out of my head space.