The toy needs to learn her place

Your orgasm throbs inside you, begging for release. As you look up at the two boys standing over you, your hands still pressed against your pussy, that throbbing takes on a sharp, **** edge. Lincoln, the boy who showed you what you really are, who made you admit that all you want is to be humiliated and owned. Nick, the challenger with a sinister aura, whose blank eyes promise sickening thrills even as they chill you to your core. They face off against each other, neither willing to back down, both determined to be the one to control your fate.

They're fighting over me. Fighting over their new toy.

That thought wakes something up inside you, and your finger twitches against your clit. It's the softest of touches, but the situation – and the sheer pressure of your delayed climax – have you on a hair trigger. Oh fuck I can't hold it I'm sorry "Hnnnnnnhh!"

Every eye in the room locks onto you as your shuddering orgasm forces a pathetic whine out of your throat. Unable to hold back any longer, waves of shameful pleasure rock through you, and your girlcum squirts out through your fingers onto the dirty floor.

"Holy shit!" Matt's shocked voice rings out, and some of the other boys start to laugh. The growing knot of shame in your core just adds to the intensity of your disgraceful climax. Your toes curl and your shoulders shake with the **** of all that humiliating erotic pressure finally finding its release.

You finally come down, panting heavily, hunched over like you're trying to hide from what you just did. I just fucking came like a goddamn fountain... in front of them...

...when I didn't have permission.

"Tsk, tsk, you really are a complete loser, aren't you?" You can hear the smirk in Lincoln's voice. "Can't even be a proper, obedient toy. Too greedy for that orgasm. Say..." Lincoln suddenly has his confidence back. "Nick, this toy is clearly defective. She doesn't know her place yet. We need to do something about that before your privilege applies to her."

Nick breathes hard through his nose. "What the fuck exactly do you mean, Lincoln?" His voice simmers with barely contained rage. Suddenly, the idea of him being the one to claim you becomes more terrifying... and exciting.

"As champion of our last Grand Tournament, you do have the privilege of claiming any piece of club property for yourself. However..." Lincoln turns to address the crowd of gamers. "This toy can't be considered club property, and therefore is not eligible for a champion's privilege claim, until she properly takes her place as the club's toy. Which means..." he looks down. You can't meet his eyes, too ashamed to lift your head. "She needs to make it up to each of us for disobeying the simple command don't come."

The other boys start to chatter excitedly. Nick grumbles, but in spite of his rage seems to accept Lincoln's authority. Hot tears sting your eyes as you kneel in a puddle of your own juices, naked body marked with cum and ink. I'm so fucking pathetic...

"Hey there, quit feeling sorry for yourself. You have a job to do." Lincoln's smug voice grabs your attention. "Look at me, toy."

In spite of yourself, you feel compelled to look up at your owner. Your cheeks are flushed and you're still panting from the intensity of your orgasm. You feel like a total loser. The look in Lincoln's face confirms it. "You made a mess on the floor of our clubroom, you dumb slut. What do you have to say for yourself?"

The knot of shame twists inside you. "I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I made a mess." You barely recognize your own voice. You've never sounded so small, so dejected, so meek.

"Tell 'em, then. Tell all the nice boys how sorry you are. Tell them you're sorry your greedy pussy made a big sticky mess."

You shudder, and you can feel your pussy tingle. In spite of how awful you feel, part of you is loving being bossed around like this. Being made to debase yourself to all these loser nerds. If I lost to them, what does that make me? Still on your knees, you turn to face the crowd. "I'm sorry..." Your voice trembles with shame, but you have to say the words. "I'm sorry my greedy p-pussy made a... made a big sticky mess."

"I knew she was a squirter!" Matt's voice cuts through the din of mocking laughter. "I could tell when I stuck my finger in 'er!"

Matt's words, all the laughter, the thought of having just obeyed such an embarrassing command – from Lincoln of all people – is making your head spin. Even though you just came, you can feel that familiar pressure building inside you again. They're right, I'm just a worthless slut.

Lincoln addresses the crowd again. "In order to punish her for this shameful transgression, and to truly put her in her place as the club's toy..." he looks down at you. This time, you meet his gaze, needing to know what your owner has in store for you. "We'll make a mess of her, just like she made a mess of the floor. Lean your head back, toy. Arms behind your back, eyes closed." You do as you're told. "Now, this is gonna be a group effort, guys. The whole club needs to be a part of her... initiation. Follow my lead, and let's get her nice and messy."

Without warning, he spits on your upturned face. You gasp, the sensation making your clit tingle. The room erupts in renewed laughter, and you can feel yourself shrinking in shame even as your pussy burns with need. Oh god yes give me what I deserve.

One by one the boys take turns spitting on you. Most follow Lincoln's example and make a mess of your face. Some aim for your breasts. One manages to land a loogie right on your pussy, making you cry out in equal parts disgust and pleasure. Every impact of spit on your body makes you burn hotter and hotter. As you feel your face become coated in a layer of saliva, a strange feeling of euphoria grows in your chest. Yes please mark me own me **** me I need this I need more.

It seems to go on forever. You're sure some boys have taken more than one turn. Not that you care. The humiliation and pleasure have twisted together inside you, dominating your mind. When you hear Nick's cold voice order you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you comply instantly. As you hear him hock up a glob of phlegm from deep in his throat, anticipation shudders through you. When the slimy mass of spit and mucous lands on your tongue and slides into your mouth down your gullet, the disgusting sensation makes your pussy gush.

"C'mon, George, everyone has to do it!" Jake's needling voice makes you shudder. You can't make out the words of George's mumbled protest, but you can tell from the tone of the other boys as they cajole him that his resistance is swiftly crumbling. You blink against the spit covering your eyes, and open them to see George standing over you. His face is twisted. You've never seen him look so miserable, so ashamed... so angry.

"You came, RC. You came... from all this? What... what's the matter with you?"

You open your mouth to apologize, to beg forgiveness for being such a pathetic slut, but no sound comes out. Your voice is crushed by the sheer weight of your humiliation.

George shakes his head. "I knew it was too good to be true. I thought you were cool. I thought you were a badass. I knew someone like that could never be friends with me." A single tear makes its way down his cheek. "You're just a pathetic loser... like me."

He spits, letting a long string of saliva fall from his mouth and trace a shameful trail across your already covered face. Even after all the rest, this feels worse. Somehow, letting down your friend like this, seeing the disgusted look in his eyes, hurts more than anything else that's happened to you today.

When George finishes dripping his spit down onto your face, he turns without a word and rejoins the other boys. You're an absolute mess. Spit drips from your face and chest, your hair is matted to your forehead, and you can feel your pussy dripping more juices onto the already slick floor. Breaths heavy, you look up at Lincoln, waiting for his next command.

"That's a great look, RC. Really suits you." He chuckles.

Nick stomps over and growls at Lincoln. "Alright, we did your stupid little initiation. She's club property now, right? So I get to claim my toy. Champion's Privilege." He looks down at you, making you shudder with fear and arousal.

"Not so fast, Nick. I believe you're forgetting something. As Club President, I set the schedule for Grand Tournaments. And I say the next one starts right now." He looks down at you, smiling. "And I know just the thing to make this one real interesting."