House Slut - S01 E97

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House Slut - S01 E97

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 97

Tegan Has Made It To The End Of The Inferno And Is Challenged To Defeat Her Personal Demon.

Halloween pt 3

This is a direct continuation from Part 5 to 10, which I recommend you read if you have not already.

-phenylalanine



Tegan assessed the dildo again and then at the vessel of spunk. The most semen she had ingested in one sitting was eleven, the night she visited the glory hole, and that was in small increments as she served each man. This was spunk from thirty different guys who’d probably cum at least twice, gathered in a container that had been sitting around going cold and coagulating. She gagged just thinking about it. On the other hand that bad dragon style dildo she was supposed to impale herself on seemed like a physical impossibility. Looking back to the other woman she wondered if she was processing the same thoughts. But apparently neither of them was going to quit.

“Are our sacrifices ready?” The Speaker prompted. Tegan just nodded dumbly and the other woman did too. They were led over to the bench and turned so they faced away from each other.

“No peeking.” The Speaker explained. “We want you to challenge yourselves.”

“Pussy or ass?” The other woman asked, as the men near Tegan started smearing the dildo with lube.

“Either.” The Speaker said. “Whichever you think will give you the best chance of winning.”

Tegan had seen videos of women who had threaded truly astonishing dildos in their asses before, but those tended to be, in her experience, long thin flexible ones. This monster was not like that. The idea of getting anything but the tip past her anus was impossible. And while she considered it unlikely that she would get past the wide part of the dildo in her pussy, it was still her best shot especially after she had just managed to take an actual fist.

She hovered over the upraised phallus and began to lower herself, using her hands to spread herself as she eased the tip inside herself. She was consciously aware of the press of men standing around her in a circle taking a front row seat as she did – while a good portion of these man had already been inside her or watched her submit to various depraved acts it somehow felt more personal and intimate for them to be passively observing as she did this to herself. She heard the other woman groan behind her as she presumably began to take her own dildo and this urged her own, the small tip disappearing inside her and taking more of it, letting her body weight do most of the work and using her legs to control the pace. The dildo widened fairly quickly after the first couple of inches and she immediately began to feel the strain of it stretching her open again. She knew, logically, that her vagina was able to accommodate large objects but a niggling doubt in the back of her mind made her concerned. What if she did stretch herself out and herself a whore’s pussy, used up and damaged beyond usefulness for men? It was an irrational thought but one that she wrestled with as she struggled to take more of it inside herself. Was it worth it? This whole night had been one ongoing act of self discovery. She had already rationalised that maybe deep down she was a whore, an insatiable fucktoy. Maybe this moment was what all her exploration had been leading up to.

She groaned, taking short shallow breaths as she let herself drop another inch, approaching the widest part of the dildo. Behind her the other woman let out a gasp of pain and Tegan was urged on again, wiggling her hips to work more of it inside, grim determination on her sweaty face. She lowered herself another inch and as her opening reached the widest part of the object she felt the tip pressing up inside her, telling her she had nearly reached her limit as it touched her cervix. The other woman let out another guttural moan and then fell silent though Tegan could hear her laboured breathing. Tegan gave one last push and felt herself stretch to the point she thought she might break, her pussy lips wrapped around the widest part of the dildo so tightly it was practically strangling it, the tip pressed up inside her as far as it could go, her hole completely stuffed with the latex cock. She held herself in place then, with a feeling of accomplishment, announced “I’m done.”

“Well done, my angels. Very impressive from the both of you.” The Speaker said, sounding pleased. “There can of course only be one winner… and I think in this case it is clear.” There was a ripple of laughter around the room and Tegan, a sinking sensation in her gut, twisted her body around to look back over her shoulder at her competitor.

Unbelievably, incomprehensibly, the other woman had won. She was looking back over her shoulder at Tegan and underneath her her asscheeks were nearly touching the bench, the entire dildo having disappeared up her asshole, her ring distended to accommodate the rounded bulge at the bottom with only the flat base visible. She glanced down at Tegan seeing she still had several inches outside of her and with a triumphant smirk held down the base of the dildo as she slowly stood back up.

Tegan watched, her mind unable to believe what she was seeing as the woman’s anus stretched open again, struggling to pass back over the wide bulge towards the bottom, but once the bulge was clear she slid off effortlessly, exposing her well-greased, gaping back door momentarily before she stood up, gingerly. Tegan turned back around, shocked by what she’d just seen. She couldn’t comprehend the kind of nerve and practice that must have taken. Tegan’s dalliance with sodomy had seemed extreme over the last few months, but this woman had in the space of a few minutes put her completely to shame.

In a daze she slid herself up off her own dildo and took a step forward before two men took her by the arms and centred her on the bench to take a seat. She looked up trying to find Sam in the crowd and he was standing nearby, watching. His expression was inscrutable but his dick was hard, so Tegan had to conclude he was enjoying himself. Then the full gravity of her failure hit her as the speaker presented to her the tall flask of semen, the litre of room temperature, coagulated man-juice that she was now to consume for her hubris. She took the flask in her hands, weighing it. A litre of anything was tough to drink, milk, even water would have likely left her feeling full to bursting. But this was something else entirely. She stared dumbly into the container, the distinct alkaline aroma of cum wafting up into her face. No amount of blowjobs or jam and man-cream toast had prepared her for this moment. She knew that if she wanted she could just leave, call the night to an end, and Sam wouldn’t think less of her for it.

But she knew she wouldn’t. In her core she knew she deserved this, that she had flown too close to the sun and fallen, and now she had to pay the price. A cheer went up as she lifted the vessel to her lips and tilted it, the fluid sliding towards her mouth. It quickly filled her mouth and overflowed a little, splashing against her lips and a glob ran down her chin but she quickly swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut to try and hide her revulsion. She tilted it again more carefully this time and more of it slid into her mouth in a clump which she swallowed as well. The cool gunk slid down her throat about as easily as sticky porridge, she could feel it clinging to the inside of her warm mouth. A couple more mouthfuls and she was beginning to feel full already, she gagged, a cum-flavoured burp escaping from her.

She opened her eyes to look at the container and realised she was only halfway finished. She felt queasy as the semen began to settle in her stomach but the moment passed. She looked over to Sam for support but found little comfort in seeing him standing there idly stroking his erection as he watched her debase herself by trying to guzzle more than fifty loads of ejaculate. She suppressed another burp and returned her attention to the container, her hand shaking as she brought it to her lips and started drinking again, forcing herself to swallow without thinking, almost mechanically easing the mess down her throat one small gulp at a time until finally she upended the flask above her open mouth and no more came out. She felt full, bloated, and sick, but she nonetheless raised the empty flask and there was a triumphant cheer from some of the men as she slammed the glass down on the bench beside her, feeling dizzy.



“Very well done.” The Speaker intoned taking Tegan by the arm and raising her to her feet. He slid an arm around her and groped her ass playfully, catching her off guard as it was the first indication he had shown that he even had a sexual interest in the proceedings. “I think we can all agree that between the anal fortitude of player one and the unquenchable cum-thirst of player two, we are hosting some truly shameless sluts this evening.”

Tegan glanced over at the emo girl, who was lightly clutching her lower stomach as though it ached. Maybe she was feeling the aftereffects of taking the colossal object as much as Tegan was feeling some discomfort from the sheer volume of heavy protein she’d just tried to ingest. Either way they were both in for some interesting bathroom visits in the new future.

“Now for the ninth circle.” The Speaker began, stepping await from Tegan and raising his arms as if addressing a the heavens. “Treachery.”

Tegan made an effort to stand up straight. Treachery. Betrayal. So far the various torments had, however loosely, been associated with the alleged sins. It made for useful theatre, she supposed, while also steadily escalating the sexual depravity of the acts. Whatever lay ahead it was not something she was going to take lying down, unless whatever she had to do required it. She hadn’t drink a milk carton’s worth of semen just to give up now.

“In the ninth circle the sinners are punished for their treason and betrayals. They betray their family, their community, their guests, and their lords. But here I believe that above all of those are the people who are not true to themselves. Tonight you have faced trials that have likely tested the limits of what you considered yourself capable of, and let you to the realisation – if you weren’t sure already – that you are put on this earth to fuck. That deep down, all you really want is to be used for pleasure, and the pleasure you receive in return is its own reward.”

Tegan reflected on what he was saying. It seemed needlessly derogatory and maybe even a little sexist but at the same time this was something she was realising to be true. In the months since opening herself up sexually she had never really considered stopping even when she felt she or her limits were not being respected, and that pattern of behaviour had led her here tonight – she could pretend not to know what to expect but she always knew that it was going to involve people, strangers, and more than a few of them, doing things sexual with or to her. She had committed fully and hid behind a pretence of innocence. The speaker continued.

“If you are prepared to face this reality, then there are a few final challenges. They are not about punishment or force, but about submission. Firstly, remove your masks, and kneel before the assembled demons to be baptised into your new life as a fully realised slut. Alternatively, if you would prefer to continue lying to yourself, there is the door – it will open for you at any time.” The Speaker concluded.

Tegan had no doubt what he meant by baptism, given that several of the ‘demons’ were already lazily stroking themselves, but she stood silently for a long time thinking about the other part. Removing her mask? Even though it was tiny, and barely covered any of her face, and her eyes were still visible, it still provided a token amount of anonymity – plausible deniability should someone stop her on the street and ask “hey, aren’t you that girl who drank a jug of semen?”. Removing her mask meant letting everyone here know who she really was, the possibility that word would spread, that everyone would know. That could potentially have ramifications years down the road that she couldn’t even fathom.

After a long pause she raised her hands to her face and gently peeled the tiny mask away from her skin, the room’s air cool on the newly exposed skin. She dropped the mask to the floor and sank slowly to her knees. Beside her the other woman did that same and they looked at each other unmasked for the first time. Tegan realised that while the mask had somewhat provided cover for the other woman’s face it had really done nothing that would have kept Tegan from recognising her. She supposed the same went for her in reverse, and that was probably the whole point – insofar as this overblown excuse to do perverted acts to a bunch of willing women had any point whatsoever.

She looked forward again and tilted her head up slightly, closing her eyes as the men closed in on her. She wasn’t directed to do anything, so she didn’t. She was exhausted and parts of her ached in all new, surprising ways. The cum cocktail she’d forced herself to drink was sitting in her stomach about as comfortably as a concrete bowling ball, but it seemed like the hard part of the night was over.

The first spurts of cum hit her cheek from somewhere on the right and immediately began to trickle down the side of her face and neck. She assumed they came from the same man who would stand aside for the next one. A grunt directly in front of her heralded the arrival of another load that splattered against her lips with enough force to tickle her nose. She exhaled sharply to keep it clear, feeling the hot load cling to her lips and chin. Someone pressed their cockhead against her forehead as he began to cum and she felt his seed ooze onto her skin, with him wiping the tip off on her when he was done.