Rough, of course

Cheerslut's knees were chafed from the thick carpet of the hallway. She felt relieved when she was finally in Sam's room and could rest on her soft rear. She took her phone out of her mouth right as a loud buzz came from a GL notification: 'be a good girl and play'.

Sam was looking at her own phone, studying up on the current curses and the current and possible synergies. The most recent 'bimbo' synergy had an obvious appeal but would make manipulating her way too easy. There was another called 'Give me a D=Sexy Cheerleader + Dancing Queen' that sounded like it would be fun, but the one she decided on was called 'good girl=act the part + collared'. She activated this synergy, and read the description: 'follows commands, always loyal, accepting of punishment, loves doggy style.' She then got a notification from her app saying that Cheerslut needed to play another round, and she decided to let her play, she'd have some fun reading through the list of unlockable curses.

Cheerslut was about to sit on Sam's bed to play her next round, until she heard the boss say "Bad girl." Again her bare ass is slapped, twice this time. She yelps in pain and surprise, shooting back to her feet. "Pets aren't allowed on the furniture." Immediately Cheerslut felt herself pulled to her knees, and her hands flew up in front of her chest, hands presented downward like a begging puppy. She felt her body slumped in shame and she couldn't look Sam in the eyes. "Are you sorry?" The master asks. Cheerslut felt the answer working it's way out.

"Yes." She answered, her bodies meekness was apparent but she still sounded like a controlled ****. Sam didn't believe her.

"Bad girl." She chided again. "Are you sorry?" Cheerslut immediately sunk lower on her knees, a another sharp spanking hitting her. This time her insincere apology earned her a slap directly on her clit. Shocking her into a low bow, her aching pussy raised high.

"Yes!" Cheerslut cried, and Sam considered her welling tears to be enough. She approached her pet and scratched behind Cheerslut's ear.

"Good girl." Sam praises. And Cheerslut is again hit by erotic pleasure from the embarrassing pets that sent shivers to her loins and the humiliating praise that stiffens her nipples. "Do you want to play the next round?" Cheerslut gave her answer as Sam went to her closet and pulled out a low storage trunk, dragging it over to the foot of her bed. "Lay down" was the last command she gave her bitch. Cheerslut slid forward on her elbows until her fat tits were flattened against the floor, spilling lewdly to her sides, her knees were bent and her feet kicked playfully, like a teenager texting her friends. Her sore and dripping mound was fully exposed to the cold air of the bedroom. She held the phone as arms length, playing the game as hard as she could, but as usual, she can't beat the nonsensical mini games that seem to appear randomly. She waited for a list of punishments to choose from, but all she saw was her new, perverted avatar. It now reflected her new role, with a cute collar and and a cute, wagging tail. Her collar was held by the faceless, muscular avatar, shown idly checking it's phone. Avatar Ramona looked up at its master with happy, bright eyes and knelt patiently on her ankles. The caption above the image read 'Awaiting Master's orders...'

Sam liked getting to have first pick of the punishments. Being an Alpha meant getting first choice, after all. The options were as follows:

'old faithful', 'pierced', 'ass2mouth'

'Pierced' was an obvious one, but not much fun. The first one sounded like it might make future playing easier, so Sam chooses that one. As it unlocked on both phones, only she got the description: 'erupts on schedule'. Sam predicted correctly what this curse would be and hoped it would demonstrate soon. Sam looked at her watch as Cheerslut gets the results of Sam's choice. "What does this mean?" Cheerslut asked from her belly on the floor. She felt her body roll over, exposing her belly and tits that have jostled out of their top, flattened lewdly by gravity on her chest. She displayed herself for Sam, Cheerslut's mound visible under her tiny skirt.

Sam shrugged, hiding the knowledge her app gives. Sam had finished rifling through her lock box and pulled out all the toys she planned to use. "Come here." She beckoned to her feet, and Cheerslut was **** to crawl to her master's feet and sit obediently, her face was hot with shame. "Good girl." Sam responded, enjoying how Cheerslut's eye rolled and her body tensed. "Now we can play a little." At the word play, Cheerslut's entire body perked up and her ass wiggled in anticipation, trying to wag a tail that didn't exist.

Sam pulled out a long curved strap on, shiny and clean from good maintenance. Sam shed her shorts and slid into the harness straps securing the tool to her front. Cheerslut felt her body get riled and up and suddenly there was a tightness between her legs. She let out a surprised moan as her thighs became drenched from an orgasms worth of fluid. Sam's eyes lit up when she saw the effects of the new curse. "Perfect timing, Cheerslut. Doggy style." at those words, Cheerslut found herself climbing to her feet. She stretched out quickly, getting feeling back in her legs, but soon she finds herself returning to all fours. Her ass was presented for inspection and use, and her drooling pussy was still puffy from sudden arousal. This was just what Sam wanted, with a slight adjustment. "Turn around." Cheerslut walked on hand and knee until she faced Sam and the thick, plastic cock between her legs. She gulped, watching this beast swing between her roommate's legs. She had no idea Sam had something like this. Her fears became magnified as Sam left her view, and she felt a weight settling behind her on the bed. "Usually I'm reviewing old footage to prepare for my future bouts this time of day. You interrupted that with your little game. Now you're going to help me, like I am helping you." Sam's twisted logic only made sense to her, but that's the only person in this room who mattered right now. She turned on her wall mounted TV and started footage of one of her fights. Cheerslut felt a cold flat smack on her back, and looked over her shoulder to see a pad of paper, waiting for Sam to take notes with. Cheerslut wished she didn't look back because it was then that Sam delved into her currently soaked hole, filling Cheerslut's drooling pussy with hard plastic. She had had sex before, even in this position, but nothing had ever felt as satisfying and filling as the fake dick sheathing into her. Something about this pose felt perfect, and she hated to admit how wet the invasion was making her body. She was embarrassed to feel her hips push back to meet Sam's meat. The sound of wrestling was drowned out by the wet slaps of Cheerslut's naughty holes. She could feel Sam paying more attention to the footage, as she felt minimal stimulation currently, just the occasional harder thrust that presses into her own mound slightly, But the sounds of sloppy pussy pounding got her motor running for the future excitement. This was more about fucking Cheerslut than getting off herself.

Cheerslut's fuck hole ached from Sam's continued penetration, Sam had no sexual limit to reach from this plastic cock, and had all the endurance needed to ride Cheerslut all evening. Her mouth hung lewdly open and her tongue hung out, drooling slightly on the sheets. Hours had passed of footage and fucking. Cheerslut's pussy became a geyser too many times to count, coating the plastic cock in sweet juices and allowing faster penetration. The women couldn't tell which ones were from the curse and which ones were from Cheerslut's horny body. Her body happily bounced along giggling and moaning after her mind had gone blank. Finally, Sam shut off the TV and slide her soaked dick out of Cheerslut. Her job done, she slumped forward as her cunt juice dripped to the bed, her pussy gaping from the constant presence that stretched her. Sam was kneeling at the lock box again, urgently digging for something. Cheerslut caught her breath as she regained focus.