You arrive at school the next day...

You arrive at school the next day weary from the lack of sleep. As you enter the concourse you are greeted by a large crowd. You push through to see what’s going on. Some sort of fight? No, in the middle is a ring where a row of especially buff black men are being sucked off. You watch for a minute. All kinds of girls are servicing their hung cocks. Short girls, busty girls, Asian girls, skinny girls, you name it. Whenever one of the black men has had their fill, they just push the girl away and another one from the crowd runs to take their place.

“What is going on here…?” you mutter.

Kyle startles you with a clap on the shoulder. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re fluffers. The football team gets first dibs in the gangbang.” That’s right, the gangbang! You have to find Victoria before it is too late. But the doors creak open and the whole crowd turns to look. It is her. She looks nervously at the ground, nervous, afraid. You try to get to her but the crowd is thick and everybody is trying to get a look. She is wearing canvas shoes, fishnet stockings, tight and ripped shorts that showed off the shape of her bottom, and a loose punk rock t-shirt that hangs off her shoulders and is tied in a knot at her waist. Her hair has been pulled back into a ponytail. You are unfamiliar with this universe so you can’t help but wonder, is this the trending fashion for gangbangs? Did her mom make her wear this?

Your thoughts are cut short when a voice from behind says, “Hey, Elliot, get over here.” It is Harry. Unlike the other guys, however, he has two fluffers: Scarlett and Lily. You are shocked, disgusted, aroused.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“Listen, I can stop this,” he says. You feel a glimmer of hope, but mostly confusion.

“How?” you say.

“I can buy her. Fresh slaves are the most expensive kind but I am the only guy here with the funds. If I tell those guys over there right now that she’s mine, they won’t even lay a finger on her.”

You have a sinking feeling. “What’s the catch?” you ask nervously.

“I get to fuck her. And keep her as my **** of course. But I will get to fuck her either way, so I think it is in your best interest that she only has to fuck me and not everyone.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” you ask. He smiles.

“I want you to beg.” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“You can’t be serious,” you say.

“You better decide quickly, it’s about to start,” he says. You turn back to see a group of naked black footballers gathered around Victoria, fondling her through her clothes, grabbing her breasts, their cocks rubbing against her thigh through the fishnets. She is shaking. One is kissing the back of her neck. They’re going to start removing clothes any second now.