For background on the Recoder, read The Second Place Sister. This maniacal invention of Dr. Rebecca Swell rewrites a subject's genetic makeup to cause feelings of intense, constant arousal and an overwhelming need for release.
Exhausted and scared, Jenna took her pills to try to sleep. The contract, she ignored for the time being. She could show it to Leanna the next day. Whatever Harder had just dosed her with, though became difficult to ignore as the night wore on. Since being inducted into Edge, living in a state of constant arousal had become normal. Her locked-up pussy was always wet, and her mind constantly turned to thoughts of sex and her desire to cum. The Obsequium enhanced the feeling and only made her body respond more readily to any source of stimulation. This thing, though, the Recoder, was something else altogether.
When the belt, inevitably, started its teasing Jenna jerked awake clawing at her cunt. This pulsing was weak and slow, nothing compared to what the device was capable of, but there was an almost painful desire to orgasm that was beginning to override every other concern. Even through the drowsy haze of the pills, the intense yearning made her whine. For long minutes she lay in the dark trying to ignore it, willing the belt to stop and let her rest, but even after the belt ceased torturing her, the feeling only grew.
Sweating, Jenna fumbled in her nightstand for one of her toys. She’d become rather adept, now, at making herself cum from her ass. She coated the toy in slick lube and went to work on herself, groaning as the vibrations slowly worked her up and pushed her toward the orgasm that she needed so badly. It came and she howled into her pillow, but she wanted more. Again, and then again, she pushed herself to cum. Still, the feeling wouldn’t dissipate. Her pussy was completely drenched in girl cum. She could feel it. Fuck, she’d never been so horny in her life, and that was saying something these days.
Desperate to get the belt off she swiped up the challenge list in her Haloes and filtered for the closest ones. Rewards were of no concern. Getting the belt off and being fucked was the only thing that mattered. She wiped sweat from her brow. It was difficult to think straight, to match the challenges with available players. Her pussy was on fire. She scrolled, tapped the first challenge, then moved to the LFG listings. The listings highlighted with available groups matching the challenge criteria. She picked the closest one and a moment later Hit_em_Harder appeared as an avatar in her room.
“Oh my!” he said, mockingly, “Missing me already?”
Jenna made a choked squeak and looked at the group she’d selected, cursing herself for not paying attention. Fuck, it was so hard to think. It felt like her eyeballs were vibrating in her head and the heat coming from her cunt made her feel physically ill.
“I figured it wouldn’t take long before you were seeking a little relief. Here’s the location,” an address appeared in her Haloes, “Come on through. We’ve got what you need.”
Fuck! Fuck!
“Fuck you,” Jenna spat.
“I suppose you can always fail the challenge,” Harder said, “but I don’t think you’ll like the penalty.”
Jenna brought up the challenge and cursed again, making Harder laugh.
Womb Raiders of the Lost Dark: Submit to the will of a group of no less than four persons, while deprived of your sight for one hour. This challenge is not gender specific. For the duration of this challenge, you are given the “Toy” designation and available to all players, regardless of rank.
Reward Choice:
-Rank up x 3, Cash Prize of $2,000. Additional rank up for each two persons serviced above the minimum requirement of four.
-Cash Prize: $10,000
Failure Penalty:
Rank down x3. 48 hours with Rape Toy designation. Geo-location active. Available to all players. Cash penalty of $2,000. 1 week enforced chastity.
Consolation prize: $150
Jesus Christ! She could barely read the words; her head was so fuzzy. What the hell had Harder given her?
“Come on, Angel,” Harder continued to taunt her, “It’s just a little fucking. Nothing you’re not used to by now. I promise we’ll let you enjoy it. I wouldn’t want to damage my future property, after all.”
Jenna’s pussy had become the sole focus of her world by now. She wanted to decline, to fail the challenge and find another one, but the penalty. She couldn’t afford to lose rank, and the thought of an entire week of enforced chastity feeling like this wasn’t even an option. If the Recoder lasted that long. She had no idea, but she didn’t want to find out. Jenna clawed at the belt once more, furious, and then threw up into her trash can. Her stomach heaved, again, and her head felt like it was going to explode if she didn’t relieve the pressure between her legs. It was the most horrid feeling she’d ever had.
“Erin, start guidance to the challenge address,” she said and threw on a bathrobe, bolting from her room with her keys jingling.
The Halo HUD provided a route, the Harder avatar following behind her as she fumbled to unlock the car and get inside. She wiped her hand across her forehead and found it slick with sweat. More of it poured into her eyes. She felt drunk but didn’t even consider if she should drive. The need was all that mattered. Thankful for the lack of traffic, she sped toward the address, a shitty motel only a few miles away. Jenna pulled haphazardly into the first available space, parking askew and flinging the door open. She wrenched the keys from the ignition and stuffed them into a pocket of her robe, following the last few feet of the Halo route to a motel door, which opened as she approached.
The horrifying beast that was Hit_em_Harder stood in the doorway, illuminated by the light of the room against the night. Jenna paused, her mind muddled. She shouldn’t be doing this. This was a terrible idea.
“Erin, initiate current challenges,” she said and was suddenly struck blind as the Haloes blacked out.
She gasped as hands, human hands, pulled her through the door. It shut and locked with a sickening finality. Someone, probably Harder, snapped something cold and leathery around her neck. Her robe was ripped off. Her arms were forced behind her back and something clicked around her wrists. The click of the belt’s lock as it disengaged signaled that the challenge had begun. Someone slid the thing down her legs, and then she was picked up off of her feet and tossed onto a bed like a toy. A toy. She was a toy for the duration of the challenge. They could do anything to her, short of killing her.
Jenna cursed her cunt, cursed Edge, Harder, the belt, her own weakness. She’d just delivered herself to the most sadistic pack of misogynists on the network and given them permission to abuse her however they liked for an hour. She’d done it for the promise of an orgasm that they might not even