Martha's Epilogue

Martha stood in front of the mirror fixing her hair. Even after all these years of looking like this she still wasn't used to it. Not only was it unnaturally red, it was so fucking long. She tried to dye it, cut it, shave it off. Nothing worked. She had been made to look like an anime character and she couldn't change that no matter what she did. Apparently being significantly shorter than the character didn't count since the game had done it.

She finally finished combing her hair and turned around just in time to see Fran enter the room, "Oh hey Fran!" Martha said with a grin.

Fran put a hand on her hip, "Martha! You slut. You must do it on purpose!" Fran walked up and put both hands on Martha's tits, giving them a big squeeze. They were so sensitive that Martha felt weak in her knees just from her girlfriend's touch. Then Fran let go and pulled Martha's dress up over her tit, "You're going to give the neighbors a show again."

"Yes I love having spontaneous wardrobe malfunctions," Martha said rolling her eyes. She still couldn't see clothes so she often failed to notice when her tits went wandering. The rule that made them respond enthusiastically to questions about game related changes was still in effect, and also seemed to take priority over her inability to lie. "Anyway are you ready to go?"

Fran nodded, "Yes, I've got your leash right here," Fran reached into her bag and pulled out a collar with a leash already attached. She snapped it around Martha's neck, "Wouldn't want to get in trouble now, would we?"

"I love being **** to wear bondage in public." Martha said, **** into a lie by the game.

"Oh right, bend over. I'll put your plug in too."

Martha sighed but obeyed. At least she didn't have to tell Fran how much she loved being plugged. Finally ready, she followed Fran out of their apartment and into the elevator.

At the floor below theirs a man stepped on, "Oh hi Martha, hi Fran."

"Hi Mr. Jameson." Fran said cheerily.

"Got something for me?" Martha asked hungrily. She could already feel his creamy goodness all over her face.

Mr. Jameson reached out to grope her, "Hmm...what do you think Fran? Has she been a good girl?"

Fran laughed, "No. She's bad. We don't have time for this."

"I have been good!" Martha said honestly, "And we don't have plenty of time!" She said, equally honest.

Mr. Jameson gave her a final squeeze and let go, "Well I won't keep you then. Are you hosting another party soon?"

"Of course, and yes, we'll be sure to invite Penny, I saw how you two got on last time." Fran said.

Mr. Jameson laughed, "I'd appreciate that," The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the ground floor, "See you two later." He waved and left. Fran tugged Martha's leash and followed him out.

"There you two are!" Martha saw Mark waiting for them on the curb, "Nice leash Fran, but you left her hands free?"

Fran shrugged, "I don't like opening doors for her."

Mark grinned, "Well I don't mind. Martha, put your hands behind you."

Martha sighed. She could refuse. She was in bondage already after all, but she knew Mark wouldn't give up so easily. She put her hands behind her and let him cuff them together, "There? Happy?"

Mark laughed, "Yeah, of course I am. But we gotta hurry or we're going to be late. You know how it is walking with Martha."

"Hey! Who is it that just tied my hands?" Martha complained, "Besides you know that it's pretty rare for someone to ask to fuck my tits if we stick to the main road." Since she wasn't free use anymore it wasn't that common for her to be accosted anymore. She could never refuse anyone, but most guys weren't comfortable getting caught in public. She really only had to worry when she was alone with a man.

The three of them hurried and luckily nobody stopped Martha. They made it to the restaurant with a few minutes to spare and were led to a table at the back. Martha sat down in a booth, spreading her legs as far apart as she could, and waited. A few minutes later the door opened and Hank walked in.

"Hey guys!" Hank said grinning. He focused on Martha, "Martha your tit is showing."

"What?" Martha looked down, although she just saw herself nude anyway, "A little help?" She asked.

Hank winked and ignored her for a moment, "Thank you all for coming."

"Yeah, what's up?" Fran asked, "What's your big secret?"

Hank had asked the three of them to meet him here but he refused to say why. He actually looked nervous, which was totally unlike the brash confident Hank they knew, "Well...the four of us have been having a pretty good time right?"

"Wait, are you breaking up with us?" Mark asked.

"Hold on!" Hank said urgently, "No. The opposite!"

"You're proposing?" Fran asked.

"Uh..." Hank blushed, "Ok, in between that. Shit. Ok well I know our relationship is unconventional to say the least, but I love all three of you so much. These past two years have been amazing and I don't want them to end."

"Shit he is proposing." Fran whispered.

"I got a job offer...it's amazing...my dream job..." He got quiet, "But it's in Portland. I want to take it, but I can't stand to leave you all. I want you to come with me. All of you. I know you have jobs and lives here, I know it's a big ask, but I..."

"Yes." Fran said quickly.

Hank kept trying to convince them, "...I'll make enough to afford for all of us to live until you can find jobs, it's not fair but I..."

"Yes." Mark said smiling.

"I promise I'll...wait, what?"

"Dummy, we're in." Martha said. "There was a time when I thought I was doomed to a miserable life, that I'd never get the Harem I dream of..."

"Not a Harem..." Fran said quietly.

"But the three of you have made me so happy. I'll go anywhere as long as I'm with you." Martha finished.

"My job sucks dude, I go where you go." Mark said.

"You'd have to tie me up tighter than Martha on a Tuesday night to leave without me." Fran said.

"Huh, Tuesday night?" Martha asked.

"Oh I didn't tell you? Ya, you have plans Tuesday. Unless we are leaving before then?" She asked Hank.

Hank shook his head, "No. I didn't give them an answer yet, it wouldn't start for a month at least."

"Sorry to interrupt, are you ready to order or should I come back later?" A waitress said awkwardly. She was staring at Martha's tits, which wasn't unusual at all. She showed surprisingly willpower in refusing to grope her.

Hank grinned, "Yes. We'll have your most expensive bottle of wine. We're celebrating!"

After the waitress left Martha licked her lips, "If you really want to celebrate take me to the bathroom and fuck me."

"No, fuck me." Fran said.

"No, fuck me." Mark said.

"Wow, I'm dating complete idiots." Hank said, "I love you guys."

"I love you too." Mark and Fran said together.

"So that's a no on the bathroom fuck?" Martha asked, "How about just a quick facial?"

The waitress suddenly coughed, "Pardon me. Your wine." She uncorked it and poured 4 glasses, "Oh and ma'am your dress has slipped." This time she didn't resist and the waitress gave Martha's tit a quick squeezed before fixing the dress herself.

"Wait, Mark I can't lift my glass." Martha complained.

"Oh, I left the keys at home. Sorry." Mark said with a wink. "Maybe Fran can help you."

"I could get you a straw?" The waitress offered, reaching down to grope Martha again.

Martha sighed. Her life was really fucking weird...but also kind of awesome. She'd met Fran at a party in 4th year and hit it off right away. She thought things were over when Fran caught her giving a stranger a tit fuck, but then Fran had joined in, later explaining that she'd always fantasized about multiple partners. Mark was that guy and it became a regular thing for the three of them. They'd been at a party once when Hank had walked in. Martha couldn't see clothes, which is how she instantly knew that Hank had the biggest dick she'd ever seen. Martha had always wanted a Harem of devoted lovers and even if she wasn't technically in one, it was close enough.

Martha saw the other game participants a few times over the years in University, but hadn't kept in touch with any of them since graduation. She saw Barbie and Alice in the news every now and again, but she felt no desire to reach out. There wasn't any ill will between them, not anymore at least, but she'd just moved on entirely from the person she was before the game changed her. She was still a bit of a bitch, she couldn't lie about that, but she also genuinely cared for her lovers and would do anything to keep them happy.

She was looking forward to moving, a fresh start in a new city sounded fun. She'd missing the swingers parties they'd been hosting, it hadn't been easy to lock down all the best people to invite, but she was sure they'd find new partners in Portland. Besides she hated her job. She'd been through a dozen places since graduation trying to find one where she wouldn't have to give out tit fucks or sit with her knees splayed out and she was done with it all. Letting her boyfriend take care of her? Yes please.

"Earth to Martha? Are you daydreaming again?" Fran asked.

"What? Yes I was. I mean. Crap."

"Ha, honest to a fault our Martha. Were you thinking about sex again?" Hank asked.

"Duh." Martha said, "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." She shuffled out of the booth and winked at them all. She went into the bathroom and waited. Thankfully it was a push to open door.

Hank walked in a minute later, "You're going to get us kick out you little minx." He locked the door behind him, "But since you are so eager..." He pushed her into the counter and bent her over, flipping up her dress at the same time. He spanked her, and moments later she felt ultimate bliss as he entered her.

"Oh God! Yes!"

"Not God, just Hank." He said as he started to fuck her. Her hair trigger fired once, twice, three times before he pulled out. He spun her around and pushed her down to her knees just in time for his load to land all over her face.

"Yes!" She cried. Her partners were all well aware of her stupid fetish. Hank almost never finished in her pussy, perfect birth control or not, and she loved him for it. He helped her to her feet and she looked at herself in the mirror, "Wow...were you really that backed up? I thought you fucked Fran last night."

"You just got me all excited, that's all." Hank said, "Come on, let's go back to the others."

"Wait, you need to clean my face off."

"Do it yourself." Hank said with a grin. Martha laughed, she wondered if the waitress would say anything.

"Jerk. Let's go." She followed him out of the bathroom, and into the rest of her life.