Sisters in semen

If Cindy had said no, Amy would definitely have said no too. There's no way she'd endure this on her own.

And, Amy understands that Cindy has a much bigger motivation to do so, with that pair of aces. All Amy has is an unpaired queen. But, she also understands just how valuable that queen is. If she can pair up, the queen will play as a kicker, beating anyone with the same pair. And, there's the sunk cost element. She's still having to do all the work to fulfill the terms of this queen of spades contract, and so far, all it's earned her is last place. It needs to pay itself back and carry her to an eventual victory! Or at least second place, underneath Cindy's aces.

So, with that in mind, Amy forces herself to turn around and face the crowd, giving them all a full view of her hairless pussy and hefty breasts.

"I'll do it too." She announces with a determined expression. "For the queen."

With shaking legs, she hobbles over to Cindy at the front of the stage, and adopts the same kneeling position, right next to her. They share a look - they both know that they're going to undergo something extremely degrading and intense together, and are grateful that they won't be doing it alone.

"Okay gents, if you'd like to form an orderly line at the side here, we can get this show on the road! And any ladies that want to come up near to the front and take some juicy photos, now's your chance to get in prime position!"

The sound of chairs scraping fills the large hall as pretty much every single man in the audience hustles over to join the queue, and a depressingly high number of women congregate at the front to record the entire ordeal. Amy doesn't know any of them... Except for one. Right front and center, with a vindictive grin on her face, phone at the ready, is Maria.

Ugh. Of course. What a bitch.

The hall is soon filled with two equally awful sounds. One is the sound of cruel feminine giggling, and the other, is that awful 'fap fap fap' of men frantically masturbating.

Johnny and Jennifer organize the Global Bukkake ceremony as if it was their natural calling in life. They herd the men like expert sheepdogs, moving the men who are clearly close to orgasm to the front, and keeping the others far enough back that they don't get in the way.

Soon enough, the men with the shortest fuses approach the two kneeling women, ready to unleash their loads.

"Fuck you, bastard." Amy hisses at the first man who approaches, and who immediately makes it clear that he is intending to unleash his entire load over Amy's naked form, and not get anything on Cindy.

"Oh I'm going to fucking paint your face for that." The man chuckles in reply, in between breathing extremely heavily as he reaches his limit.

And indeed he does. Amy is **** to keep her hands at her side, leaving her face completely exposed and defenceless to the three thick ropes of cum that fly out of his cockhead and straight towards her forehead, leaving neat white lines of seed over her lips, nose and eyelashes. Amy already has to close one eye to avoid getting any on her eyeball.

"Motherfucker." She mutters.

But the man is already happily wandering away, and another guy taking his place.

I can't believe this is happening. I really have some random guy's cum on my face. And it's being recorded!

The nudity suddenly doesn't seem so bad, in comparison to this utter degradation. And it only continues to get worse. Men continue to take turns standing over her, pumping their disgusting pieces of meat at her, and then exploding over her hair, face and chest.

After five men have ejaculated over Amy, and three or four have done the same to Cindy, they both already look like a total mess. Amy clenches both her eyes shut as she can feel semen leaking down from her eyelids, and from then on, endures the rest of the horrendous ordeal without the benefit of sight.

No longer even aware of what the men who are ejaculating over her look like, Amy spends the next 57 minutes fiercely fighting against the natural urge to wipe cum away from her eyelids with her hands or arms, while one by one, unknown masculine voices say something unpleasant to her and then empty their balls onto her skin.

"Disgusting whore."

"Blonde bimbo."

"Dumb slut."

"Nice cunt. Very puffy. I like them like that."

Eurgh.

But the ones that hurt the most are the ones that make fun of her for how the poker game went.

"Loser bitch."

"You're a fucking idiot for not taking two queens."

"It's almost like you WANTED to lose."

"You're gonna look so fucking slutty every day from now on, haha. I can't wait."

The hour crawls past at a snail's pace, feeling like an eternity while she's in it, with no way to find out how long is left. There's just a steady stream of the feel and smell of being covered in semen, and little else. She quickly loses track of how many loads her body has taken.

"And that's one hour. Well done ladies! What an incredible ceremony that was."

Just like that, all of a sudden, it's all over.

"So, I can wipe this gross stuff out of my eyes now?" Cindy snarls furiously.

"Yes you can." Johnny confirms.

Amy and Cindy make disgusted noises as they do their best to clear their eyes of slimy semen before they open their eyelids and look around.

Oh my god.

Amy looks at Cindy, and then down at herself. They are both absolutely PLASTERED in semen. It's the most outrageous thing she's ever seen in her life.

"I imagine you two want to go back to your dorms and shower, so we'll make the rest of this evening's neccesities as quick as possible." Jennifer chirps happily. "The main thing we need to do is have each of the players draw their new cards. Then, we are pretty much done."

Amy glances over at Becky and Debbie, who are staring at her and Cindy with the most horrified of looks. Amy can't imagine just how bad she must look to them, but she knows it's pretty darn disgusting.

"Becky and Debbie, why don't you draw your cards before the deck gets soiled by all that cum, haha. You get three each, and will have to sign two contracts. But this time, the cards you draw are a secret. From everyone else, anyway. As the organizers, we need to see the cards in order to be able to give you the information on their custodians."

Becky and Debbie take three cards each. Becky remains silent, and Debbie immediately squeals with joy. "Oh thank goodness! Two of these cards are nice and low... I was so scared they'd all be, like even higher than my six!"

Is she bluffing? Or is she really planning to take two low cards again? Amy thinks to herself. It's impossible to tell how genuine that woman is.

The cards are handed to the organizers, who take the cards taken and note down who drew them, without letting anyone else see.

"These will be taken to their respective custodians, and you'll be sent the information on when and where to meet them before midnight tonight. Now, Amy and Cindy, you are keeping your high cards, correct?"

"Correct." Cindy nods.

"Yes, correct." Amy agrees as a glob of cum drops from her hair onto her left breast, causing her to shiver with displeasure.

"Okay, so that means you will only draw two cards each. And obviously, you'll have to choose one to agree the contract of, and bring with you next time."

Amy and Cindy both draw their cards. Their hands are far from completely clean of semen, but nobody has given them any wipes or towels to clean themselves up with, so they have **** but to slightly stain the playing cards with their slimy fingers.

Amy looks at Cindy's face before she looks at her own cards. Cindy looks like she's seen a ghost. Oh my... She is NOT happy with those. Is that because they're painfully low, or painfully high?

And then she looks at her own. She has to choose between...

The 7 of clubs, and the queen of hearts.

Holy shit.

The opportunity has once again presented itself to her... For her to enter the next round with an extremely powerful pocket pair.

I don't have to take the queen. If it's too much, I don't have to take it. I'm already going to be next-to-naked. That's already set in stone. It might be that the queen is just not worth getting totally naked for.

Amy's thought process is interrupted by Jennifer announcing something loud and clear.

"There's now just one other thing I need to make sure you all fully understand before we allow you to depart." Jennifer announces after all the cards have been collected. "Although right now, this is only relevant to Amy Barnes."

For something like the fifth time tonight, Amy feels chills and terror creeping through her bones.

"W-what?!"

How is this going to get even worse?! I'm naked and covered from head to toe in cum, in front of the entire academy. What else could they possibly throw at me-

"There are additional punishments for losing more than three items of clothing. For example, if Amy came 4th again, she would lose two items of clothing, but only be able to lose one. In this case, she must draw an **** Life Forfeit card. Think of these like a custodian ace contract... But for the next ten years."

Amy's mouth hangs open. She remembers seeing this in the contract, but it felt so impossibly unlikely at the time that she didn't pay it much mind.

"Each **** Life Forfeit card dictates something rather **** about how your life will look until you turn 30. Trust me, ladies, you do NOT want one of these. There's a deck of seven, and while their contents is supposed to largely remain a mystery, I will now ask Johnny to draw one at random and read it out, so that you can get an idea of how **** we're talking."

Johnny produces a deck of seven red pieces of card. He quickly fans through them, and then takes the middle one, flips it, and reads it out loud.

"It's called 'The Humbler'. 'You will have a metal ring kept around each big toe. These two rings will be connected to a clamps gripped to on your corresponding outer labia, by a strict metal chain exactly the length of your inner leg. Whenever you move too quickly or carelessly, and one of the clamps is yanked off, you must stop whatever you are doing as soon as is reasonably safe, and immediately reattach the clamp to your labia. You may only remove the clamps for the purposes of sleep or medical emergencies. If your Sentinel deems you to have broken the spirit of these rules, you will be punished by spending the next day with one clamp instead clamped to your clitoris.' Wow, that's rough." But despite calling it rough, Johnny sounds extremely pleased with himself. Almost like he came up with that one himself, and chose it 'at random' on purpose.

Holy shit. Never mind. I have to take the queen. She thinks to herself immediately, as she hands the cards to Jennifer. No matter what it is, I HAVE to take it.