Slutty Vicky wasn’t necessary to her recovery the following morning, so the real Vicky made her go away. This made her horribly ashamed by what Slutty Vicky had done the night before, even though she realized that it was necessary. It was better this way, she thought, better to pretend that it was not really her doing those things, but rather a costume she could put on and take off at will, just like an actress.
The thoughts in her head were a jumble, a confusing twist of difficult emotions and contradictory feelings. For the bulk of the day, Vicky lay in bed, napping, sipping soup, alternating between intense arousal at the memories of what Slutty Vicky had done and overwhelming self-loathing at the betrayal of the real Vicky’s ideals. By the time the afternoon came, and Vicky contemplated another encounter with a strange man, she had wholly convinced herself that this was the best way forward.
Slutty Vicky would be the necessary evil, the façade that she would put on when it was time to perform those tasks that were required, in order to meet her father’s approval. The real Vicky, the one that hated the idea of strange men fucking her like a sex doll, she could safely keep inside, until she had her inheritance. Then, she’d let her out, let her begin the work of righting the wrongs that her father wrought on the world. Until that time, though, Slutty Vicky would need to do the work, to stay in charge, so that the real Vicky wouldn’t have to feel bad about the degrading things, the things that made her wet, the things that made her cum.
Two nights of hard drinking had taken their toll on Vicky’s body, though, which was unused to consuming alcohol in large quantities. She spent most of that day resting, but finally allowed Slutty Vicky to watch the video of her encounter with Ron, while she masturbated, in order to ready herself for the night to come. This time, whenever she felt that she was about to orgasm, watching the girl in the video get her fuckhole battered by a randy construction worker, Slutty Vicky did not allow herself to cum.
If she was going to avoid getting drunk, in order to lower her inhibitions, then she needed to work herself up into a whorish lust. The best way to do that, she figured, was to ensure that she hadn’t orgasmed. The video from the night before, though, was not a long one. Ron had been intent on getting himself off, rather than enjoying his good fortune at finding a reluctant sex toy to use, and so, he’d cum fairly quickly into her, before pushing her roughly out the door.
The real Vicky did not watch porno. Her first encounter with porn had been the videos she’d watched in the clinic, the videos that trained Slutty Vicky’s mind and body to associate the feelings of pain in her cunt and tits, the slapping of her face and the degrading words, with the feelings of heightened arousal and pleasure. These same videos, and the accompanying days of punishment to her cunt, had begun the process of deterring that same pleasure when she was confronted with images or scenarios promoting female empowerment. Those things, Slutty Vicky didn’t like, because those things made her pussy hurt in a bad way.
Slutty Vicky, now, turned to porno in order to get her fix, to keep herself wet, to get aroused in order to go out on the hunt tonight, for another man to fuck her. Then, there would only be two left before her task was complete, and she could return to her father, show him the videos, and win his approval. She’d be named heir, and then Slutty Vicky could go away.
Since Slutty Vicky, likewise, had not watched porno before, she did not know what to look up. What kind of things would keep her aroused? Watching the videos of herself had been arousing. The videos in the clinic had been arousing.
She searched, “Porno of girls getting slapped,” and millions of results flooded the search engine. The real Vicky didn’t want to watch girls being slapped, but the real Vicky’s wants didn’t matter right now. In order to do what needed to be done, the real Vicky needed to shut up. Slutty Vicky imagined herself slapping the real Vicky, telling her to, “shut the fuck up, slut,” as Luke had done, and she was rewarded with a pleasant tingle in her cunt and a feeling of rightness.
She clicked the first video and watched, rubbing her twat as the video played. The girl in the video had small tits. As a man slapped her face and her cheek turned red, Slutty Vicky moaned and pushed her fingers into her cunt. The girl squealed as the man pulled on one of her tits, which Vicky couldn’t help but think were disappointing. The man bent the girl over a desk and began to fuck her, pounding her wet hole as he rained down harsh slaps on her ass, making her yelp. The girl had an orgasm anyway, and as Slutty Vicky watched it happen, she felt that it was good, it was the girl doing what she was supposed to.
Vicky watched the videos, even as she made herself a small dinner of noodles, keeping her hand between her legs as her mind soaked in the humiliating, erotic imagery of young women having their mouths, assholes, and pussies stuffed with the cocks of mean men, who treated them as little more than toys for their momentary amusement. She watched them as she ate at her table, the phone propped on its stand. In the shower, she listened to the sounds of them, the girls crying, squealing, orgasming loudly as they were slapped, spanked and fucked.
***
Slutty Vicky pulled her car into the crowded parking lot of a dance club, which she’d looked up online. The place was known for playing racy hip hop, and Vicky’s short skirt and tight top wouldn’t be all that out of place in a club like this. She knew it was true as she made her way into the club, with its blacked out windows, along with other girls, in small groups or with men, all of whom were dressed in equally skimpy attire. The real Vicky had tried to tell her that this was another bad idea, but Slutty Vicky slapped her until she cried and shut her mouth, then made her sit in a corner, so that Slutty Vicky could do what needed to be done.
Vicky, the one who did not want to be slapped around or fucked roughly by anonymous men, thought that going to a dance club, alone, dressed like a cocktease, was going to get her raped. Slutty Vicky, though, wanted to push things a little further, because the manhandling she’d received, the dominant fucking she’d gotten, had made her cum very hard. Slutty Vicky liked the feeling of danger and uncertainty, not knowing how or when she might be molested or even violated. The danger was like an aphrodisiac, heightening her arousal, the fear both knotting her stomach and making her bare pussy wet.
Thumping bass and trashy rhymes reverberated off the walls of the crowded club as Vicky was let through the door. A large dancefloor, crowded with people grinding against each other, the strobes and lights playing over their writhing forms, took up the bulk of the first floor. Vicky stood in line for a cocktail, determined to go easy on the liquor tonight. The real Vicky wasn’t certain about this idea, because the real Vicky wanted there to be a reason, some external influence that she could blame for the things she was doing. The liquor was good for that. If she was drunk, it wasn’t completely her fault when she liked it.
Slutty Vicky, though, wanted to experiment, to see what it would feel like when she didn’t have the alcohol to blame. She wanted a clear head and a wet pussy guiding her actions. Her pussy became wetter, as she stood in the crowded line, whenever people passing by or mingling around her would cop a feel of the sides of her tits, or brush their fingers against her legs, some even bold enough to get a quick poke under her skirt.
This particular action kept the attention of a man who stood behind her, when he gave her pussy a little brush under her skirt, found it bare and wet, and then placed a hand on her hip.
“Why don’t you let me get that drink for you?” he said into her ear, nearly shouting over the loud music.
Vicky nodded, her hair brushing his nose as she leaned back against him. She ground her ass on his crotch and swayed with the music as they waited in line, allowing the stranger to rest his hands on her hips. The strange man bought drinks for the both of them, then took Vicky’s hand and led her across the room to a table, which was occupied by his friend. He slid into the booth, passed his friend a drink, and then pulled Vicky down onto his lap.
“Damn! You made a new friend,” his chum said, ogling Vicky’s enormous tits.
“This is Aaron,” the man shouted into her ear, “I’m Jack.”
“Vicky,” she shouted back.
Jack ground his cock against her ass as they sipped their drinks, conversation basically impossible over the music. Jack’s hands wandered over her hips, then one of them slipped under her skirt and touched her pussy.
“Seems like you’re out for a good time tonight,” he shouted.
“I just want to dance,” Vicky answered back, but allowed him to keep touching her cunt.
“Sure,” he said, chuckling, “Let’s do it.”
Jack set his drink aside and took her out on the dancefloor, where Vicky lost herself in the thumping beats and sexy lyrics, grinding her crotch against his erection through several songs. Vicky was not a dancer, and this type of thing was not something that she had ever enjoyed doing. Slutty Vicky, though, enjoyed the stranger’s hot body against her own, the way the music moved through her, the way the man’s hands felt as he touched her all over.
They returned to their table, where the two of them finished their drinks, and then Vicky found herself back out on the dancefloor with Aaron, who was not at all shy about banging his cock into her ass and groping her tits, even biting at her neck.
“Why don’t you come back to my place with us?” Aaron asked, “We can dance a bit more and I’ve got drinks. This place is getting hot and crowded.”
“Maybe, just a little while,” Vicky agreed.
After a few more songs, Aaron returned her to the table, where he shouted something into Jack’s ear that made him grin. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by the two of them, being ushered toward the door. Once outside, in the warm night, away from the grinding and the music, the real Vicky urged her not to go. She could go back to Ace’s or to another, nicer place, where she could meet a guy that might end up being kinder than Luke. The night was still young enough, Vicky told her.
Slutty Vicky slapped her tits and told her to go back to the corner. There were billions at stake, and Slutty Vicky wasn’t going to let the dumb girl who had gotten them into this mess fuck that up, just because she had some stupid, lofty expectation that she should be wooed and seduced. Daddy’s approval wouldn’t be won over by that sort of thing. The old man had his ideas of what a girl was supposed to do, how she was supposed to be treated, and that lovey dovey bullshit wasn’t it.
Slutty Vicky understood that her father’s approval rested on her ability to show that she was a good sex doll, that the words, “I don’t want,” were not in her vocabulary, that she was useful. The only thing more useless than a girl with an empty cunt, was a girl in general, so Slutty Vicky would make sure that the old man knew that she wasn’t useless. Besides, Slutty Vicky liked the danger, and Slutty Vicky’s pussy was hot.
“Why don’t I ride with you,” Jack suggested, “and show you the way over?”
“Okay,” Vicky agreed, and showed the man to her car.
“Why don’t you drive,” she suggested, handing him the key, “since you know the way.”
Jack accepted the key and got into the driver’s seat of her car. Vicky tuned the radio, until she found a station similar to what the club had been playing. Jack rested his hand on her leg as they drove, chatting her up, pushing his hand between her legs to rub her inner thighs and brush her pussy. Vicky parted her legs and encouraged it, moaning sluttily, her hand rubbing his cock through his pants.
Vicky followed him into Aaron’s house, where Aaron turned on more music, while Jack prepped some drinks. As the two men cleared away a coffee table and created a makeshift dance floor, Vicky set her purse down, propped her phone against it, and started recording. Vicky, then, found herself sandwiched between the two men, who took turns grinding into her ass, pressing their chests against her tits, turning her around so that they could each spend a minute kissing her, and then giving her back to the other.
Their blood up, Jack put his hands on the hem of her short skirt and pushed it up, baring her naked ass and cunt to the two of them. Aaron slid his fingers between her ass cheeks from behind, and began to push his finger into her cunt, while Jack kissed her and groped one of her tits. The situation was heating up. The real Vicky, afraid of what was going to happen, having never considered being with two men, spoke up.
“Maybe I should get going,” she said, pulling her mouth from Jack’s.
“Aw, come on,” Aaron said into her ear, “We were just starting to have fun, right?”
“I think I’ve had too much to drink,” Vicky said, trying to wiggle out from between them.
Aaron gave her a hard slap on her exposed ass and Slutty Vicky moaned loudly.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, “Why don’t you stay just a little longer?”
He whipped her around and gave her ass another slap, which Slutty Vicky liked.
“I don’t think you really want to go,” Aaron said and pushed her top over her tits.
“I… I don’t… I’m not,” Vicky stammered, arguing with herself.
Then, Aaron pinched one of her nipples and pushed his tongue back into her mouth. Vicky groaned into his kiss and felt Jack’s fingers probing her cunt. Together, the men pushed her onto her knees. Jack deftly whipped his cock from his pants, slapping it against her forehead as she gasped.
“I think you just wanted to cocktease us into making you act like the slut you want to be,” Aaron said, and pulled out his own cock.
“No,” Vicky protested, “I just-” Jack pushed his cock into her mouth and took hold of her hair.
Slutty Vicky’s pussy gushed and she moaned around his cock.
“That’s what she needs,” Aaron said, taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, “She just needs to be told what she really wants.”
Vicky tried to pull her head back, but Jack’s hand in her hair prevented it, and Slutty Vicky kicked her in the cunt to make her stop fighting it. This was necessary. The camera was filming. It was time for the costume, not to be a petulant cunt. The real Vicky stayed silent, sulking, allowing her slut to take over, to endure the abuse that was coming, because Slutty Vicky was good at those things, and she liked them.
Slutty Vicky told her to stop fighting, that she was protecting her from having to do this herself. If she’d just stop making a fuss, then Slutty Vicky would handle these degrading tasks and, after a few more days, it would be over. She could go back to being boring and useless, firm in the knowledge that she’d be an heiress. Vicky stopped fighting.
Jack pulled his engorged cock from her mouth and directed her head to his friend, who happily fucked his prick between her lips, encouraging her to do it right.
“That’s it, slut,” Jack said soothingly, “You know how to do this. We’re gonna take care of that pussy for you.”
“Gluk!” Vicky said around her mouthful of cock.
Jack slapped his dick against her cheek as he roughly pulled and pushed her head back and forth along his friend’s shaft, while Aaron squeezed her tit in his hand.
“The fucking tits on this slut,” he said, sighing, “Goddamn they feel real.”
“Are those tits real?” Jack asked her, pulling her mouth off Aaron’s cock.
“No,” Vicky admitted, and then Jack put his cock in her mouth.
Aaron laughed and said, “Jesus! Only a real whore gets fake tits this big. Is this your thing? You go out and cocktease guys with your fake melons, dressed up like a sex doll without panties, and then get off when they make you fuck?”
“Glk!”
“That’s fucking sick,” Jack said, “But it’s kind of hot.”
Aaron agreed, then said, “I need to get my cock between those fucking tits, dude.”
Vicky squealed as the two of them picked her up and put her on the floor, where Aaron put his knees on her shoulders, pushed her tits together, and began to stroke his cock between them. Vicky let out a cry of surprise, which was quickly muffled by Aaron’s ass pressing down on her face, suffocating her. She began to squeal and kick her legs in protest, but Jack took hold of them, held them apart, and pushed his cock into her, making her protests turn into a slutty moan of satisfaction that vibrated Aaron’s asshole.
“Fuck man,” Aaron said, “I think her tongue just went up my ass a little,” then to Vicky, “Do that again, baby.”
“Mff!”
Aaron continued to pump his dick between her tits, grinding his ass on her face as Vicky tried to push him off in order to breathe. Aaron relented, lifting his ass. Vicky sucked in breath, but then he sat back on her face and continued to grind his asshole on it as he fucked her jugs.
To her shame, Vicky orgasmed around Jack’s cock. Having edged herself to degrading porn all day, she couldn’t take the feeling of finally having her pussy stuffed. She moaned into Aaron’s ass, her arms ceasing to fight against him, as she accepted that he was not going to let her up.
“Shit, that was good,” Aaron said, “You should try this.”
Jack pulled his cock from her pussy, while Aaron took his hands off her tits. Vicky huffed in air as his ass came off her face, and she tried to stand, but Jack just pushed her back down and mounted her. His ass smothered her. His hands squeezed her tits, pulling them upward roughly, creating a soft valley to fuck his penis into, while Aaron sampled her cunt.
Vicky’s legs began jerking as she panicked, her vision dimming due to the lack of air, and then she came. Jack relented, letting her breathe, but only for a moment, as he pushed his dick into her mouth and began to fuck it roughly as his hand latched onto one of her tits. Aaron took the other as he fucked her pussy. Vicky, in her dark corner, cried at the violation and pretended that it was not happening. She could stay safe, here, blotting out the pleasure of the orgasms and the humiliation of being a cock toy for these strangers, while Slutty Vicky enjoyed the awful abuse.
Aaron groaned and pushed his cock deep inside of her, ejaculating into her cunt. Vicky moaned around the cock in her mouth, her own orgasm a hair away, but Aaron had finished. Jack took his place, pushing his own cock back into her cummy hole and pushing her legs back against her tits to pound his member into her roughly. Aaron had a bit more fun with her tits, slapping them to watch them jiggle as his friend repeatedly fucked his dick into her. Vicky got her orgasm at the same time as Jack, her legs shaking as she looked up into Aaron’s grinning face.
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