Eric's Attempt

Eric knocked on the door into John's apartment.

Time stood still. This was it.

Who... or what... was going to open that door?

He had some time to wait. As his anticipation grew, he remembered how he got here.

That hot little bitch from the book club had, all of the sudden, started posting the most depraved, incredible, fucked-up, sexy shit he had ever seen. Well - seen before the AGS outbreak, at least. He remembered how she had called him out for touching the side of her bra awhile back. Okay. Well... he touched her boob. It had caused a whole... thing. He was the only guy in the book club, and so they gave him so much slack that it felt kinda patronizing. A lot of "if we don't make some allowances, then our group runs the risk of being unwelcoming" that, to Eric, sounded an awful lot like he was the token guy who they tolerated so that other, better guys might feel more comfortable joining.

It was only the four of them in the group, after all. Amanda and Zoey, the other members, both seemed like they were hoping this group might end up more as a co-ed enterprise. Amanda wanted a prime boyfriend, clearly, but none ever seemed to show. Eric thought it might help if Zoey stopped choosing raunchy romances and (not so) stealthily fingering herself through her pocket during the meetings. Eric appreciated the smell, though. It made staring at Veronica's ass just a bit spicier. Veronica, the only one who had seemingly joined to read the books, and was mostly ignorant of all of this. She'd just wanted to read, and didn't want to deal with greasy bottom-feeders poking awkwardly at her breasts.

Eric wasn't deterred. He kept going, but at that point it was mostly to spite Veronica. He made it a point to leer directly at her fully-clothed legs every time she moved them within his eye line, and then made direct eye contact with her afterwards. He never did it to anyone else, and never let anyone else see - but he wanted *her* to know, specifically, how he felt about her whorish body.

She'd gotten in the habit of returning his gaze with an empty not-quite-a-smile.

It infuriated him. He could still see it in his mind. Veronica's stunning tits, carefully contained in a tight sweater. His eyes moving slowly from her nipples to her face, back and forth.

So when it had been his turn to pick the book of the month, Amanda had been kinda glad that Veronica hadn't been there. She figured he'd pick something... a bit unorthodox, perhaps a little bit risqué. Amanda figured she'd tolerate it, roll her eyes at Zoey's pretended disinterest, and then tell Veronica that nothing bad had happened once she'd gotten back from wherever she'd disappeared to. Some kind of trip or something, the rumor mill seemed to say? Eh.

Amanda figured she had dodged a bullet until Eric and Zoey had shown up with a kind of gleeful, barely contained energy. Wide grins on their faces, they sat down and stared directly at Amanda.

"WE HAVE A BOOK WE WANT TO CHOOSE WHILE WE WAIT FOR VERONICA TO COME BACK."

"IT'S MY TURN I PICK VERONICA'S BLOG FOR MY BOOK."

Zoey turned to look at Eric and smacked him. "Dude! We needed to slow play this. This is insane."

Reflexively, Amanda pulled out her phone and started searching as she spoke with disinterest. "That's... huh? We can't read a blog together for a book club. You realize that no one will take us seriously." Amanda saw a link to a blog that used - huh, Veronica's real first and last name. Bold, these days. She clicked it and glanced up as it loaded. "Besides, what on earth could she even have to talk about? She never leaves... her..."

Amanda's voice dropped as the page loaded. Her eyes widened as Zoey smiled at Eric and leaned back into the chair. "Give her a second."

Amanda's eyes had trouble leaving the clear still image of Veronica, kneeling on the ground eyes looking up at a camera. Her tits were clearly visible, and her ass could be seen peeking over her shoulder. Her tongue was sticking out, and ropes of white cum could clearly be seen sitting directly on top of it. Most distracting, however, was the look of... intensely aroused interest in her eyes. She was making love with the camera, actively, as the cum sat in her mouth. Amanda had trouble tearing her eyes off the picture to read the paragraph nearby.

'For my week off I wanted to try a neat trick for my fetish! I am starting to love, love, love the taste of cum. Maybe just John's cum? But probably all of it. The smell fills my nostrils, I wanna chew it up like some kinda gummy when it's thick, and the salty taste just makes me want to imagine it on all my favorite foods! So I've been using my powers to sort of refine my focus and... condition myself? I asked John to fill my mouth with cum a few days ago, and then spent a few hours letting it sit in my mouth while I tried to get as turned on as possible. I kept doing this in a more and more targeted way until having that salty snack in my mouth just made me drip from the taste alone. And with John's help, I'm happy to report that I've accomplished -'

Amanda's read of the paragraph was interrupted as the image of Veronica above *moaned,* as it was revealed that the picture was actually a video of Ver... sitting still. Veronica's pussy started squirting, and she started to spasm in place. Her muscles tensed, and she clearly was trying very hard not to move as her body shuddered. Throughout, the cum sat jiggling on her tongue in her open mouth. You could see the little air ripples across it as she squealed in ecstasy, if you looked closely enough. She stopped after a few moments to flash a look of success at the camera, and then (with a wide grin) slowly started to pull the cum into her mouth.

She swallowed with a wide smile and seemed to shudder as she did so, having a second small orgasm with the sensation. She closed her eyes and licked her lips and smacked them together quietly as whispered to herself "god, I fucking love this." And then the video reset. Veronica sat still, cum resting on her tongue, staring with enraptured horny joy at the camera, totally still. Looking at the picture at second time, Amanda saw that Veronica was... trembling, not still. Amanda finished the paragraph:

'...I'm happy to report that I've accomplished my goal of getting myself to orgasm like a depraved whore from nothing but the taste of cum! My fetish was actually all about conditioning, but I thought you might like this success video!"

Amanda froze. Her brain literally could not compute what it was seeing. AGS, while common amongst the elites of society, hadn't really gotten all the way down to something that the average person ran into that often. It was in the news, sure, but Amanda didn't really keep up with all of that.

Slowly, unsure of what to expect... and wet... Amanda looked up at Eric and Zoey.

Zoey was openly masturbating, her hand down the front of her pants as she read from her phone.

Eric was watching her.

He looked at Amanda. "We've been meeting about this blog for the last few weeks in secret. It's time you were brought in. She wants us to help... break her in."

Amanda stood up. "What? What the fuck?"

Zoey just moaned. Eric continued "Yeah. Tomorrow. We're gonna have to get you caught up fast."

He motioned for her to sit.

"What do you know about AGS?"

Eric waited at the door. He was determined not to knock more than once. He had been invited, damn it. That slut ha-

The door opened. Someone rushed past the door and yelled over their shoulder:

"You're super early! Come on in, *mumblemumble* not quite ready yet. Make yourself at home!"

It was Veronica's voice.

Eric walked in the entryway just in time to see her rush out. All he could see was a flash of a... was that a skirt? And a bare ass?

What? He thought she was supposed to be naked! Was she a whore now or wasn't she? Eric started getting confused. He was being ignored. He started to get angry at being ignored. And being confused! This was supposed to be easy! Eric felt his frustrated horniness turn into more anger.

He stomped into the room and started yelling "you are never supposed to be impolite to your guests like this! Do you have any idea how rude you're being here, slu... erm... Veronica? It's important to stop to greet your guests." He said with a snarl. Veronica had clothes, and she was walking away. This was... this was all a cruel prank, wasn't it? Trying to get him in jail for just being himself?? Some AI-created blog or something?

But Veronica did stop.

When she did, Eric saw for sure. That skirt was entirely ornamental. He couldn't just see the bottom of her ass from behind her. He could literally see her pussy as she stood facing away from him with her legs slightly spread. It was real! It was all real! This slut was going to... she was going to... all of his fantasies were...

Veronica slowly spun. "Hey, Eric." She frowned. Fuck. She had really, really hoped someone else would show up first. Literally anyone. This was her first time trying out their plan, and it really would be better if someone else were here too first. "Short time no-see. Alright. Here we go. John's slut thinks we need to establish some ground r-"

Eric's eyes flared in rage. It was all real! He knew it! And this slut was going to try to establish RULES? He roared. "I CONTROL YOUR BODY. YOU CANNOT RAISE YOUR HEAD ABOVE COCK LEVEL WHILE I'M IN THE ROOM. WALK TOWARDS ME." He was angry and horny and excited all at once. Her torso bent over immediately, keeping her ass thrust out. Her reflexes - stand and sit in sexy poses - came into play. She was just used to bending at the waist, and so she felt herself bent over with her tits thrust out and her head up, her ass in the air, slowly walking her face towards the front of Eric's pants.

Veronica's heart rate rose slightly, but... honestly, she wasn't exactly afraid. It was her first time running into this, but... she'd practiced. She thought a bit about Eric and how much she hated him, but... ah, fuck it. The point of her training was to be able to deal with situations like this anyway. The clothes were never going to last more than a few minutes regardless, they were just here at John's request to help her friends with the transition.

Time to go for it. As she, bent over, walked over towards Eric - she turned herself on. She didn't have any magic way to do it, she just started imagining his cock in detail. Started imagining all the things she wanted to do with it, the way she might hate-fuck him senseless then, say, sit on his face to suffocate him back to consciousness while keeping his cock down her throat so that the quick-shot little asshole didn't waste any of his delicious juice. She imagined him getting angry at her post-orgasm **** and trying to take it out on her by pissing down her throat. The thought of Eric calling her boring, uncreative names as she laughed internally at how vanilla he was while she tried to pull his pissing cock out of her throat just a hair so she could taste it...

Yeah, she was wet now. Good.

She looked up at Eric, cleavage still pressed hard against he schoolgirl top, opened her mouth, and licked her lips. "Oh? You want John's slut's lips to suck your cock while we wait for Amanda and Zoey? You want to cum all over these whorish tits to show Amanda and Zoey the score when they show up?" She started to gently lick and lap at the outside of Eric's pants, tapping the tip of his obvious erection with her tongue playfully.

"Shut up. I read your whole blog. I know you're just trying to turn me on to try to take control of the situation, then gas me out and get me thinking about other things. I..." He grabbed her hair and made a TIGHT fist. "I... I am in control! That's how alphas work." Eric felt so proud of himself. He showed her. Now that she knew he was an alpha she would have **** but to submit!

It took every bit of Veronica's superhuman willpower not to roll her eyes at that. FUCK. WHAT AN ASSHOLE. Veronica hated all that "alpha" nonsense and everything about it. It wasn't even based on real science! It was always just an excuse for shitty people to do shitty things. Phrenology all over again. But, well - she had trained for this. It was never going to be easy, and assholes would be her most common type of user. Him having read her blog wasn't ridiculous, either. People would already know her plan, and the biggest threats would be much, much smarter and well prepared than simple little Eric.

She'd tried nudging him, but that was a no-go. Clearly, suggesting things verbally wasn't a good idea. But she already figured that.

She waited, silently, while he thought. She slowly kissed and sucked at the outside of his jeans as he held her head pressed against his hips. It helped that, despite how shitty this fucker was, she was still so fucking turned on by the humiliation and the stupid power games. If moments like this were just going to be part of her life, it was nice that she was at least enjoying herself. She really, really wanted to see his cock. Wouldn't be long now... it would be, she now knew, the second cock she'd ever seen at all. Despite herself, her little licks and kisses through his pants grew insistent. Perhaps a little ****, she sometimes found herself genuinely trying to seemingly suck his cock through his pants.

Eric had no ability to read such things, however, and continued on with his script. "First, I want you to kiss my ass while you apologize to me for what you did in the club!" He smirked at her. He really should have worn shorts, he just didn't expect for her to actually -

Veronica pantsed him. Fuck, that was fast. Did she... wait, was his underwear around his ankles too? Her face was right up against his erect dick - Eric let go of her hair in shock.

AH SHIT!

She just, with no warning, casually shoved his cock into her mouth until she was pressed against his hips. What the fuck! They were just talking! This slut just... aaaaaaaagh that felt so fucking good. Head all the way pressed against his hips, Veronica twisted her head back and forth a little while she seemed to... tighten and loosen her throat somehow? She was actually pushing him pretty hard down her throat. He had to press back, actually, to avoid falling over with his pants and underwear around his hips. Then she pulled back. First fast, then, in the last few inches... so... so... slowly. He pushed his cock out more, trying his hardest to keep it in her mouth for just a few seconds more until...

Veronica stepped back as Eric fell forward awkwardly. It was sorta comical. Same as when John did it during practice. First Eric pushed his hips too far forward, then he tried to take a step forward out of reflex, then he tripped over his underwear. And, because one of his hands had to be used covering his cock ("don't land on an erect dick" is apparently a pretty powerful reflex), the fall is awkward and hilarious. The old "deepthroat takedown" had worked in real life. Neat! But Veronica wasn't done.

Eric really hadn't been that big of a threat at all. He never did anything to change her mind upon first meeting her, which honestly just immediately made him not a problem. Maybe he would eventually, but he didn't *open* with that. So she got to fire on all cylinders. Then, he had messed up - saying "I control your body" followed by "I want you to" is actually a meaningless combination. You'd have to say either "You have to act on all my wants" or "You must kiss my ass while apologizing" - mixing it up meant that she was basically free to do whatever right now. And what she wanted to do was pull all the cum out of him real fast so that maybe when her real friends got here that it didn't start out like... this. He wanted too much ****, too fast. She could trust Amanda and Zoey, she felt. Just not Eric.

And Eric had given her just enough rope to hang him with.

She dove forward into his ass, spreading his cheeks wide with her hands. She said aloud, for Eric's benefit "French kiss okay?" and dove her tongue deep into his anus. She didn't just lick gently at his asshole. The goal here was to overwhelm him. While he was still reeling from imagining a world where she's a little french maid slowly taking off her top or whatever, she slams him with a reality check. She threw her tongue deeper in his ass than he frankly knew possible. She gaped him a little bit, pressed down, and started pushing her tongue far enough in to just barely sorta of lap at the area of his prostate. Her tongue felt like it was in a vice, stretched out as far as it could be while in his virgin asshole.

Eric's eyes were wide with a mix of horror at the new sensation and a sort of... paralyzed, animal fear. He would never admit it, but with his legs tied beneath him and Veronica laying on his legs with her tongue deep in his ass, he felt... dominated. Like there was nothing he could or should really do but whatever she was trying to do to his body. He felt her push in deeper with her tongue, and it kinda hurt until... FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT SPOT? Holy shit... wait... wait... she was starting to yell while her tongue was still deep inside.

Veronica grinned. This trick took a little bit of magic from her powers to pull off, but she could stick her tongue out a lot longer than most people. She couldn't quite touch the prostate, but she could get close enough to vibrate it with her words. She kept "speaking" with vibrations using half-phrases and shouting the part that sounded like an apology "JOHN'S DRIPPING CUNT IS SO SORRY that this will be the most significant sexual experience of your life", "THIS WHORE'S MOUTH SINCERELY AND DEEPLY APOLOGIZES for not going further to help everyone else see what a creep you are", "JOHN'S ASS MUNCHING **** WISHES YOU ALL THE BEST in forever remembering this sexual experience while you're with any future woman willing to put up with you."

Eric heard her apologize with her tongue deep in his ass. Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes, this was everything he knew he was going to do. It was so easy, why did he even need a plan? She just folded immediately, and... wow. Now she barely counted as a person anymore. He didn't really need to lord anything over her, because... fuck. It took two sentences to **** her to do *this.* Goddamn. Eric had trouble thinking straight, even still. The gentle massage on his prostate made it feel like he needed to piss. He felt Veronica's hand reach around to his cock and start milking gently as she kept whispering sweet apologies deep into his ass.

Veronica smiled. She couldn't have planned this better if she'd tried. The throat slime on his cock from the "deepthroat takedown" was still there, and so she settled into position laying on Eric's asshole, one of his leg's sticking out to the side beneath her. Her hand, snaking around the bottom, grabbed his cock and starts to steadily, but insistently... milk.

Nearby, John watched in the camera. Eric was through. John heard a little bit of whimpering and could already see the beginning of what would be a constant stream of cum dripping from Eric's cock as Veronica milked him mercilessly.

John glanced at the clock - huh. It took her a minute thirty to go from an actively hostile and belligerent personal threat with a direct personal vendetta to... this. Of course, everything was recorded - but there were plenty of other benefits to this setup as well. She needed to learn to live on her own, without backup - but if he had needed to he could have spoken into her nearly invisible earpiece to give her a quick command like "don't stab yourself" if she couldn't find a way out herself in time. But the goal was not to use it - ever, really. She needed to learn to handle herself if she was going to live in the world.

After seeing this, he knew she wouldn't need help. He was here if she needed it, but at no point was she even vaguely at risk there. They'd talked about it, and it really did seem like if she could navigate this first asshole of a guy safely then the rest of the day would just be all about... fun.

8 minutes later, Eric was gently cooing into the tile as a large pool of cum dripped from his cock.

The doorbell rang.

Veronica smiled. She looked over the spent Eric beneath her. He was almost fully asleep. This wasn't exactly a long-term solution, but it was a proof-of-concept on dealing with sudden assholes in the world. It would be annoying to spend the time, except... Veronica eyed the pool of cum she had just milked out of Eric onto the floor below.

Eric's last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep completely were to wonder what that slurping sound was just beneath his balls.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

Amanda, Zoey, and a third guy Veronica'd never seen were there.

Dressed in a semblance of a sexy schoolgirl outfit, Veronica's top was nearly see-through due to where her own spit had dripped down the back of Eric's legs onto her chest. Her schoolgirl skirt, already short, had ridden up her hips just a little. The mystery man, from his height, couldn't see Veronica's pussy. But Zoey could. Veronica's mouth and face still dripped with cum from her feast between Eric's legs, and despite her knowledge of how bad a first impression it would give - she couldn't stop herself from licking at her lips repeatedly.

"Hi Gu- Oooohhhh fuuuuu...." a big drop of cum fell onto Veronica's tongue from her nose right as she began to speak. Instead, what came out was a moan as her legs buckled for a moment. She had taken a rule that she was always allowed to cum if she tasted cum in her mouth, and turned it into a pathology for herself.

After the moment passed, she stood up straight and turned to her friends. "Hi guys! Nice to meet you, whoever you are!" She didn't know his name, but she saw the bulge in his pants - and licked her lips again, this time in anticipation. Unsurprisingly, her tongue automatically snaked in some of Eric's cum as she stared at the outline of this man's dick like a predator.

It had a nice shape. Her mouth opened slightly. She figured she... was no more than 5 minutes away from feeling it in her holes.

Getting filled up.

So many things could come out of that cock, and she wanted every drop.

Amanda tried to find some words to say. Anything, really, "Oh, hey, Veronica. You're looking... ummm... different?"

...

Zoey, as usual, didn't say much of anything. Zoey was quietly fingering herself to the side as she watched Veronica stare hungrily at Amanda's "date." Or... whatever he was. Amanda said she'd brought him for "protection," whatever that was going to mean. Zoey, on the other hand, was staring at Veronica as she moaned. Zoey was able to hide her fingers rubbing one out through her now-soaked dress because she'd brought a bag to hide behind.

Very easy to do, because the bag itself was quite large.

See, Veronica - and John - had made a mistake. They had planned, and thought, and prepped, and considered, and worked out angles of attack for everyone. She had a dozen ways to take down someone like Eric, and it seems like the stupidest one worked just fine on him. Even a stranger like Amanda's "protector" was part of their prep. Veronica had strategies for everyone... so they thought.

But they really, really should have thought more about Zoey.