The Play’s the Thing: Act III - The Claiming

The Play’s the Thing: Act III - The Claiming

Act Three, “The Claiming,” is the one they’ve all been waiting for - the very literal climax of the show. As you wait for the curtain to rise on Scene One, you can hear Kaori talking excitedly backstage with someone. It’s the only way she can ever experience her surrender, and she’s eager for it to come. At one point she’d asked for her safe word to be taken away, but everyone else refused that request, most of all you. If she couldn’t say that she ceased feeling safe then it wasn’t safe for anyone including her.

On stage, Raven is secured into the pillory you remember from your week one challenge with Kailani. You’d experienced what it’s like to be sexually excited and tormented at the same time, and now it’s Raven’s turn. Beside her, Tabby stands in all her painted Tyger glory. She holds a flogger lightly in her right hand. From what you understand, she’d never gone further than missionary position before, but something intense got awoken in her when you did the on-stage challenge and she’s embracing every aspect of kink.

As the stage is revealed to the audience, Raven taps the horizontal beam of the pillory to signal she’s ready for Tabby’s discipline. Tyger lashes out with the flogger, slapping it against her right buttock, then the left.

“How dare you fail our master, bitch!?” she calls out angrily.

Raven screams.

As Tabby establishes a steady flogging motion, you step forward. Slowly, you pace around the pillory, scowling at the bound woman. You chuckle throatily, imagining the menace the King of Hell would have for his failthing.

“You let a mortal banish you?” you say. “And you are supposed to be my best seducer?”

“F-forgive me, Master!” Raven sounds pitiful as she begs.

“NO!”

You lean down in front of her and place a finger into her mouth, pulling it down to open her mouth.

“I remember when I struggled to resist this mouth,” you say, “and now, a mortal rejects you?”

“Forgive me, Master!” she begs.

Tabby flicks the flogger between her legs, eliciting a scream. You pause a moment to check Raven’s okay, but once again she taps the wood, the signal arranged to replace the word “green” for continue. You reach underneath the stocks with your left hand, grasping her nipple and crushing it hard. You pull a set of screw-adjust nipple clamps from your cloak and attach the first side to the nipple you’ve been crushing. Carefully watching for the stop signal, and for signs of too much distress, you tighten it.

Again.

Again.

Tighter.

Again.

You look at her skeptically, still feigning a scowl as you wonder just how far she wants to go with this. Tabby flicks the flogger against Raven’s sex once more and now she gives the stop sign.

“ENOUGH WITH THE WHIPPING!” you snap. “This bitch enjoys it too much.”

You reach for the other nipple as Raven gives the continue sign. You apply the second side of the clamps and tighten it.

“Lick her!” you command. “She has spent so long making others lose control, now it is her time!”

Tabby drops to her knees and pushes Raven’s legs apart. A gasp from Raven tells you Tabby’s already gone to work on her clit. You tighten the second clamp, taking it as tight as you did the first. Raven’s eyes are tightly closed. She shakes her head, though it looks like she’s in as much pleasure as pain.

Taking her head in your hand you force her to look at you. “Enjoy it, failthing! It’s the last time you will ever find pleasure in sex.”

“No! Please, Master!” she begs.

Raven flinches as you hear the sounds of licking increase. Tabby once again proves your description of her as a sexy freak might have been the understatement of the year. Not that you’re exactly innocent yourself anymore. For a second your mind drifts back to the naive newcomer you were at the start of the year; terrified to approach a woman and even more terrified to fail. He’s long gone now.

Shaking your head you step away from the pillory and just watch as Tabby coaxes an orgasm from Raven. As your Tyger stands and steps away, bowing low to you in supplication, you grin maliciously.

“I curse you to twice the pain and exhaustion of stimulation with no more sensations of pleasure,” you say, pointing at your ex-seducer. “EVER!”

You turn away from her and approach the front of the stage. You raise your right hand slowly and click your fingers. At once actors playing demons slither in from the sides of the stage, converging on the pillory.

“Take her!” you yell. “Cast her to the deepest pit of depravity. She will be a toy for the worst of my minions!”

Raven screams as hands reach for her. And the scene ends.

Scene Two is back in the mortal realm. Kaori works at the soup kitchen again. This time she is untroubled by erotic thoughts about the people she’s serving. She looks relieved, calm even. The scene ends with her feeling satisfied that she drove all her perverse fantasies away.

Scene Three is a conversation with the priest. He is nervous about how she will react after he tried to seduce her, but she forgives him. She tells him his counsel helped her overcome her own perversions and if he needs someone to talk to she’ll be there for him. As she leaves, though, she looks lost in thought.

Scene four takes place on the train. She stands there holding the pole as before. She talks with her friend, Camila, as before. She begins calm and relaxed, but as the conversation continues, Camila brings up what happened to her when they last rode together. She challenges Kaori with the fact that Kaori was aroused by what happened. Kaori tries to deny it, but Camila tells her she knows. It ends with a crash of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the stage.

That cuts to the final scene of the entire play, the claiming. Scenery is changed quickly, replacing the realistic train carriage setup with an ethereal, twisted and surreal backdrop. Tabby replaces Camila. Actors playing regular passengers leave the stage while others dressed as demons enter. And so the curtain rises deep in Kaori’s fantasy.

Tabby strokes a clawed finger down Kaori’s cheek, making her turn in surprise.

“DEMON!”

Kaori tries to step back, but Tabby’s fingers close on her cheeks and hold her in place.

“But of course,” says Tabby. “You may have driven one of us away, but that merely made my master even more determined to claim you.”

“Y-your…”

“Her master!”

You step forward, pacing the length of the carriage towards the trembling young woman. Her gaze travels over your form, drinking in your naked chest and belly before focusing on the obvious bulge tenting your loin cloth.

“Get thee behind me, Satan!” she says, but the strength in her voice is gone.

You walk around her until you are indeed behind her.

“But of course,” you say. “Your wish is my command… in THIS case. Besides, now I have access to your fine ass.”

Your hands cup her buttocks through the dress she is wearing. She shudders at the touch and looks around frantically. There is nobody to save her, just the demons awaiting your command.

“Strip her,” you say to Tabby.

She nods slowly, then takes her claws and begins to tear them through the fabric of Kaori’s dress. Both the claws and dress were designed to allow them to rip it easily and soon the material falls from her shoulders.

“Such a fine morsel,” you say, leaning down to nuzzle Kaori’s ear. “And soon I will taste you whenever I wish.”

“NO!” says Kaori. “I will never allow it!”

“You will. You want it. You want this…”

You cup her now naked breasts with your hands, sensuously massaging the orbs with gentle insistence. You suck her ear lobe into your mouth, teasing it with your teeth. She gasps, staying in character as she tries to pull away. Your arms embrace her more closely, making her escape impossible.

“I… I will never… never say yes.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

Tabby’s claws tear lower, parting the material down below Kaori’s waistband. With nothing left to hold the dress in place, it falls to the floor, a ragged remnant of resistance. Tabby brings her face close to Kaori’s, her hand continuing its exploration.

“You will give yourself to him, slut,” she says. “He is right. If you did not want this you would not be naked beneath such a flimsy dress.”

Kaori shakes her head vigorously, her hair flying side to side. “NEVER! Never. N-n-never…”

She stands on her tip toes suddenly, and you glance into Tabby’s eyes.

“Careful with those claws, Tyger,” you say. “That meat is mine, not yours.”

Tabby snarls and licks her lips. She brings her finger up in front of Kaori’s face, the claw wet with the victim’s juices. You were right, she had teased her clit with the sharp fixture. That had actually been Kaori’s idea, one she’d brought up during a rehearsal, but you’d felt uneasy about it from the start. There was just too much risk of something going wrong, no matter how much of a feeling of losing control it gave her.

“If you do not yield,” you say. “Perhaps I will let my Tyger play with you instead.”

“I don’t care,” says Kaori. “Your threats don’t bother me, demon!”

You spin her round and glare at her. “They should, little mortal. You can’t imagine all the things I can replace your pleasure with.”

You pull her in to a passionate kiss, parting her lips with yours. She responds eagerly, your tongues tasting each other as you squeeze her buttocks. With one finger, you delve deeper, pressing against her anus until the tip penetrates just inside. Kaori pulls back and gasps.

“Leave me alone.” The words are belied by her hands stroking across your chest.

You sneer at her, enjoying her surrender. Your own breath shortens as her fingers caress across your nipples. How either of you are maintaining character is anyone’s guess. Slowly, you feather your fingers up her sides, making her shiver at the tickling sensation. When you reach her chest, you bring your hands across to claim her breasts, this time more demanding than before. You flick her nipples together, causing her to flinch. You’re not sure who’s enjoying themselves more.

A moment later and you shove her hard, a move you’ve practiced many times with her. She spins, acting as if she’s tripping, and stumbles into the pole. Bent at the waist now, her legs and butt towards you, she’s ready. You discard your loin cloth quickly and step forwards.

“You can force yourself on me, demon, but I’ll never give in!”

“Oh I think you will…”

A woman’s voice comes from the wings on the left, Rebekah’s voice. You look up surprised. It can’t be. She’s sitting in the audience watching. Except, now she’s striding onto the stage and she’s naked. Glorious in her beauty, even without stage makeup turning her into a demon like you and the other players. The baby bump is fully visible now, a five-month swell, heralding that a rare College Spread child will be born in a few months.

From the audience a roar goes up like never before. You turn to look and even in the darkness you can tell people are standing, cheering, clapping and celebrating her boldness.

Rebekah struts across the stage, seductive, dominant in a way even Kailani or Cassie would struggle to manage. She reaches Kaori in moments and places a finger under her jaw, tilting her face upwards until they stare at each other.

“Do you think I didn’t fight him?” she says. “I did. Because I was stupid. Now I am his lover, his favorite cock sleeve, and mother of his baby-to-be!”

Both Tabby and Kaori seem as surprised as you. Nobody knew she was going to do this, but it’s very Rebekah.

“Tell her, lover,” you say.

Rebekah shakes her head. “No, my love. Let me show her.”

She drops to her knees and slides between the pole and Kaori’s groin.

“Fuck her!” she demands.

You don’t need telling twice. You slide forwards, finding that Kaori’s slit is already soaked with passion. She even pushes back towards your cock as it slides into her.

“Ohhhh fuck!” she groans.

Rebekah’s hand grips your balls as you begin to fuck your victim. When you feel her tongue slide up your cock as it penetrates Kaori’s cunt you realize she’s positioned to lick both of you.

In front of Kaori, your Tyger bends to kiss her. Kaori shivers as Tabby begins to fondle her breasts. You feel the tension in your own balls as the intensity of the whole scene fills you. If this doesn’t win the finale then you never had a chance.

You ease out of Kaori, feeling every inch of her vagina slowly release its grip on your cock. Once almost out, you slide back in. Kaori thrusts back at you. Rebekah squeezes your balls and licks even more enthusiastically. Tabby moves from Kaori’s mouth to bite her neck, marking her with a hickey as savage as the one you did in your Phantom challenge.

“Give in!” you say.

“No…”

“Do it, bitch,” says Tabby.

“No… never…”

As you fuck her you begin to spank her buttocks. First the right, then the left. From the clenching of her pussy muscles you know how much she’s enjoying it. That makes your own pleasure even better and you build up the speed of the fucking.

“You only need to say yes at the end. Just tell him to take you. You know you want this.” Rebekah’s voice from below Kaori’s body is silk on a blade, soft and cutting at once.

Together the three of you push on, the stage prop pole beginning to shake as the force of the sex increases drastically. You’re near the end and hope Kaori is there too. The pressure in your groin increases. Muscles shake. Gasping. Ecstasy.

And then it happens.

“FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!” Kaori screams.

It’s the same surrender she gave in week 11. You thrust. She responds. Your eyes close as your orgasm eclipses everything. And you explode within her, filling her with your seed.

Together the four of you collapse in a heap, Rebekah making sure she’s to the side, protecting her belly. It takes a moment for you to regain your strength, but as you do you add the last line.

“Welcome to the harem, Toy!”

And the lights die on stage, then rise in the entire theater. The audience screams, cheers, whistles. There’s nothing held back in the celebration. Together you stand with Kaori, Rebekah and Tabby and stride to the front of the stage to take a bow.

You’ve heard of a standing ovation before, but never a groping one. But looking out over the crowd you can see several people thoroughly inspired by what happened on stage. You begin to laugh, the power of the play finally overwhelming you. Together you step aside to let the other actors take their bows.

When everyone has come forward to receive praise and the cheers die down, Rhett steps forward onto the stage. That isn’t planned, at least not by you or anyone involved in the play. From the right wings, a giant screen is wheeled onto the stage, lifted high on a tall stand.

“Rhett?” you say.

“Well, I’m sure you disgusting perverts had as good a time as I did,” he says with a grin, his voice picked up by a lapel mic. “And Claire, your ass is mine tonight.”

A quick glissando from the woman who’s been playing music for the show is offered as response.

“But there’s still one more thing to do, and that’s decide who won this year’s College Spread and who will be taking over from me as host next year.”

The crowd is silent, waiting for the culmination of the entire year. Behind you the screen turns on, showing the College Spread logo.

“Now, we have seen what happened here on stage, something I’m pretty sure none of us are going to forget any time soon, but what about your opponent, Milo Gutierrez?”

The image changes to a still showing Dr. Selene Ravensmoor sitting in a chair, naked, with Milo between her thighs. As he licks her pussy two other members of the coven are caning him.

“Selene,” says Rhett. “I believe you have something to say to us?”

“Yes, Rhett,” says the professor. “This worthless slave’s challenge was to pleasure every member of the coven in our Beltaine fertility rite… but he collapsed exhausted having only managed to satisfy eight of us. Therefore, I am declaring his challenge a failure. Of course, video of what he did achieve, and of his pathetic surrender will be available to the College Spread universe, but I cannot let him become champion after this.”

She pulls him from her sex by the hair.

“Do you have anything to say, slave?”

Wincing in pain, but grinning broadly, Milo answers. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry I failed and I agree to serve you until you deem that I have made up for it!”

Selene pushes him back into her sex to continue pleasing her. “So you see, Rhett, he is now bound to me forever unless I free him and there is no way that he would have time to host the show next year anyway.”

The screen goes dark.

“So there it is,” says Rhett. “An automatic victory earned with possibly the most intense and exciting show we’ve ever put on in CS history! Everybody, I give you this year’s champion, next year’s host, THE PHANTOM!”

The cheering, louder than even after the play, tells you this is what everyone wanted. You take a bow, accepting the role as your own fiancée comes forward to hug and kiss you in excited celebration. A part of you does wonder how the hell Milo managed to please eight people before collapsing, but if this is what he wanted then you are certainly not going to argue.

And so the season of College Spread draws to an end. It’s a year you could never have guessed would happen to you. Painful, wonderful, confusing… and most importantly, a year that sets up your future with Rebekah.