Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 10

"Make it $200," said another in the back of the room.

Bidding escalated quickly as Mokie remained on all fours and awaited her fate. Looking up through the slits in her mask, she saw her classmate again, and knew that he recognized her. She hoped that he would be her hero, somehow, and when he bid $400, her pussy started gushing in anticipation.

However, he was quickly outbid, and did not bid again. As the number rose, Mokie considered that he must have come from a modest upbringing, and could only bid what he could afford himself, while everyone else here was bidding their parents' money.

The number rose to $800, which was far more than either Mokie or Jenn had anticipated. One guy raised it to $900, then another to $1,000. But before it went any higher, the $800 bidder made a proposal.

"What if the three of us give $800 each. That is $2,400 for you. After all, what is the point of getting a girl who will do double penetration if there is only one cock for her?"

"Gentlemen, do you agree to that?"

The other two nodded their agreement, preferring to share her than to lose her entirely.

"Well, gentlemen, we have a deal. Slave, present yourself to your owners for tonight."

"Wait!" a stern voice yelled from the corner of the room. Jenn turned to see an athletic man in just his boxers, who until this point had been leaning against the wall by himself.

"Can you up the ante?" Jenn asked, excited at the prospect of making even more money.

"No," he said as he walked up to Mokie, who was trembling in her high heels as her janitor room fling approached. He peered through the slits in her mask and deep into her eyes. He was certain it was her. "Just confirm that you consent to this," he said.

Mokie's angst increased at the question, sensing a genuine concern on his part, a compassion that had not been available to her during this week of hell. But whether from fear or her extensive training, she betrayed herself.

"I do consent," she said.

He looked crestfallen at her affirmation, and simply nodded and backed away.

"Thanks for that, loser," said Jenn, rolling her eyes. "Now can we please let the festivities begin?"

The three men sat side by side on the couch, and Jenn handed the one in the middle Mokie's leash. She stepped back to enjoy the debauchery unfold as Mokie sank to her knees in utter compliance.

"Pull my cock out and get to work, slut. I am going to fuck you raw right here in front of all of these people."

Mokie slipped her hand into the slot of his boxers and withdrew a decent sized cock at full staff. She obediently encased it with her lips and bobbed up and down. The guys on the ends of the couch pulled her hands to their cocks and ordered her to jerk them off while she sucked their friend.

Mokie quickly relieved herself of any thoughts of her potential hero. Her pussy was gushing at the thought of how many times these guys would get her off tonight.

Jenn worked her way towards the back wall, hoping to watch the scene in relative solitude, but she was in for a rude awakening. The guy who had asked for Mokie's consent grabbed her harshly by the upper arm and dragged her into an adjacent room with a yelp.

"What the fuck, asshole?" she demanded.

Safely out of audible range from the rest of the house, he whispered, "I know there is something wrong here. I saw it in her eyes. You have something on her, I know it. She does not want to be doing what she is doing out there."

Jenn took a second before replying. He had no proof, but he was certain, and she knew he was right. She opted to try the denial route.

"As I explained, she owes me a lot of money, and she agreed to this to pay me back."

"Bull shit," he replied. "Nobody does that to pay off a few bills." He cracked the door and pointed as he spoke. They observed Mokie, now on the couch with her ankles pinned above her head, as one of the guys was fucking her pussy and the others pinched her pierced nipples. The banana was still popping out of her asshole.

"Ahhhhh....ssssssssss," her scream filled the room before she hissed through her teeth at their abuse.

"Take it, slut," said the guy pummeling her cunt.

"Do you like that, bitch," said one of the guys as he twisted her nipple.

"Ohhhhhh. Fuuuuuuck, yessss!" she screamed in genuine pleasure as she her overused but orgasmically denied pussy was fucked relentlessly pounded.

"Man, she fucking loves it!" said the third guy. "We are going to have to use this ho for all she is worth."

The redhead picked the cucumber off the table and brought it to Mokie's mouth. "Here, eat it, whore!" she yelled at her. "Taste your pussy-flavored cucumber."

She forced it past Mokie's lips and onto her tongue. "Bite it! I want to see you eat this vegetable after it was stuck up your filthy cunt."

Mokie bit.

After letting the door close, Jenn addressed him again. "Does that seem like someone who is fucking against her will?"

"I can't believe it. There must be an explanation," he lamented. The girl he had hoped would be his steady was the campus slut. He was stunned.

"Wait a minute," said Jenn, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "You are the guy she hooked up with after class on Friday, aren't you?"

He remained silent. Jenn knew she was right.

"I hope you didn't think that she was in love with you."

From outside the room, they heard one of the guys say, "Let's replace that banana with something bigger."

With a evil grin, Jenn cracked the door to see what was going on. Mokie was now flat on her stomach on the couch, one guy pumping in and out of her ass, another lodged deep in her mouth.

"God, her throat is so tight on my dick!" he grunted.

"Her ass, too!" said the other. "Its like she doesn't want me to pull out!"

"Mphh, mphh, mphh," Mokie squeaked as the guy in her ass started to spank her.

"Look," said Jenn to her defeated counterpart. "She is fingering her pussy while getting her throat and ass fucked. This is the real Mokie."

She then caught herself. She had not intended to say her name, even if this guy already knew who she was.

He, on the other hand, knew her only as Monique until this point, and was surprised by this curious nickname.

"Look," Jenn said again. "Just because I enable her slutty nature doesn't mean I'm a slut. You seem like a really nice guy." She grabbed his cock through his boxers, more than implying her intentions. "Whoa....a really nice guy!" She marveled at his size.

"No, fuck you," he said, pushing her away. "Something doesn't add up here. I know something is going on."

"Fine, asshole. Live in your fantasy world. My advice to you: this is college. Live it up like your slut friend Mokie."

"Sit down on this cock, bitch," resounded a voice from the other room.

Again, Jenn cracked the door to observe. Mokie squatted down on the erect shaft of a guy sitting on the couch. He buried it in her ass and pulled her back against his chest. As if coordinated in advance, the three girls who had been with the guys who had won the auction approached her. Two grabbed her ankles and pulled her spread eagle, lewdly displaying her juicing cunt to the crowd.

The other girl grabbed her wrists and pulled them over the back of the couch, securing her tightly. The two remaining dicks advanced on her, one spearing the easy target of her pussy, while the other climbed on the couch, straddled her chest and pushed into her mouth. Mokie willingly took them, not that she had a choice.

"Ashley, grab her hair and fuck that cock with her head," said one of the girls holding an ankle to the one holding her hands.

"With pleasure," she said. "Let's teach this bitch a lesson." Holding both of Mokie's hands in one of her own, she grabbed a fistful of hair just above the forehead and pulled harshly back and forth.

"Gack, gack, gack," Mokie choked as the cock repeatedly slammed against the back of her throat.

"Not cumming now, are you, you little whore?"

"Guess what, I think she is!" exclaimed the guy in her pussy.

"MMMMMMMpppphhhh!!!!" Mokie's muffled orgasm was still audible enough to stun the room.

"Good Lord! Slut must love it rough!"

The room agreed with more derogatory comments about her whorish nature.

As they continued to gang bang her, the door swung open and Jason stepped in.

"Uh oh," said Jenn.

"What?" said her companion in the room.

"Oh shit," Jenn said as she watched Jason scan the room and catch her eye.

A second later, he slammed into the room, red-faced with rage.

"What the fuck, Jenn? You are taking things too far. We're going to get caught!"

"Ahem," Jenn said, clearing her throat and gesturing towards the third party in the room.

"You," Jason said. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You're asking me? What the fuck is going on her, Jason? I knew it, and you just confirmed that something foul is afoot."

"See what I'm talking about, Jenn. Who else knows?"

"Nobody, baby," she said with a pouty face, playing with the buttons to his shirt. "It is just a fluke that her classroom fuck was here tonight."

Jason smacked her hand away, and in a hushed but stern tone scorned her. "Every risk I have taken has been calculated and well thought out. I leave you alone with her for one night and you force her to engage in an orgy on campus? She's probably had classes with half of these kids!"

"Relax, babe. Nobody knows who she is with that mask on and new hair."

"Fucking bitch," Jason said, losing control and slapping her hard across the face. Jen gasped and collapsed to one knee.

"Hey!" said the guy behind him, spinning him around and punching him square in the jaw.

Jason tripped over Jenn and fell in a heap on the floor. His assailant knelt over him and held his head to the ground. "That is for hitting a woman," he said. "And this is for Mokie."

He reared back and punched him in the mouth, knocking out a tooth.

"Fuck, relax!" Jason pleaded. After one more punch to the side of the head, he let up.

"Tell me what is going on," he demanded.

"Fuck, OK," Jason gave in, fearing another attack. He turned to the side and spit out a tooth, a splattering of blood with it. The veins in his attacker's forearms were bursting, and Jason knew he was overmatched.

.....

Meanwhile, in the other room, Mokie was out of her mind with lust. While she had initially been concerned that this group would be rough on her like all the rest, the trio of guys fucking her and their girlfriends were intent on humiliating her another way: by making her cum as many times as possible. They could not believe that a girl this filthy existed outside of the porn industry, and making her cum was their way of shaming her.

But Mokie, who had suffered countless hours of orgasm denial, was savoring every climax, doing whatever she could do work her way towards another.

Currently, she was standing with her left shoulder against the wall and only her left foot on the ground. Her right leg was lifted up towards her chest, something she was able to accomplish after years of yoga. The redhead held her ankle tightly above her head.

Behind her and in front of her were a pair of dicks, double penetrating her ass and pussy. Her elevated leg provided an easy view of the dicks hammering her holes. She hugged the guy in front of her, drawing him tight to her chest. His chest hair tickled her emphatic nipples, sending a shock wave all the way to her pulsing clit. She came again, to the delight and mockery of the room.

The pair of men backed away from her and the redhead released her ankle. Mokie was too overwhelmed to stand on her feet, and sank to her knees. It was not her intent, but it was awfully suggestive, and the three men brought their hard-ons to her, demanding her tongue.

They spent about a minute passing her mouth around, fucking her face hard and deep. Mokie felt each successive and then recurring invasion distend her cheeks, plug her throat, press her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth. It was vigorous and rough, but she could care less. Coming down from her fourth orgasm of the night, she was delirious, mentally floating above the cock buffet being fed to her.

By the time they all withdrew and started stroking their cocks at her masked visage, her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a ravaged mess, and a long string of drool was leaking onto her tits.

"Uuhh," Mokie panted as she allowed her ass to sink back onto her feet, backing just slightly away from the cum pistols aimed at her.

"Nah, nah, nah," said the redhead, grabbing her by the hair. She pulled her upright, so that there was a straight line from her knees to her head. "You don't come in here and fuck all our boyfriends and then dodge the money shot. Now take it like the whore you have proved yourself to be."

"Open your mouth, slut. Let us see that stud. Give us a target."

Mokie was numb to this treatment by now. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, dutifully awaiting the salty streaks to mark her. She did not have to wait long.

The three cocksmen starting shooting their loads in unison, striking Mokie from every angle. Mokie felt the streams stick to her cheeks, her tongue, her lips and chin. As a few ounces started to slide down her throat, a couple more shots landed on the slits of her mask, darkening the room to her. When they were done, the redhead tossed her on the floor, face down, where she laid still on the verge of fainting.

"I got to know who this bitch is," said one of the guys.

"Yeah!" the crowd roared.

He knelt behind her and started to loosen the multiple knots securing her mask. They were complicated, and it took him a little longer than expected. As the crowd chanted, he managed to loosen the three knots just enough to where he thought he could pull the mask over her head.

Mokie started coming out of her daze. "No!" she screamed. "Please, stop!"

He rolled her onto her back and grabbed the mask just above the ear.

Mokie continued to plead. "Stop! I'm begging!" Her arms flailed weakly at him, trying either to strike him or at least fend off the hand on her mask. The redhead took control of her arms and pinned them above her head. Another girl grabbed her kicking feet and sat on them.

"Please, noooo!" Mokie screamed as she felt his fingers beneath her mask.

"Too bad, bitch," he said. Then, addressing the room, "Ready?"

"Yeah!" they yelled.

.....

Having all the information you need, you return from the back room to see a crowd huddled around Mokie, who is hidden but you assume is lying on the floor.

"I got to know who this bitch is," you hear. Without thinking twice, you start forcing your way through the crowd. You can hear Mokie pleading to be left alone, which only spurns you to work faster. You find her behind the couch, having just been turned onto her back.

"Ready?" the guy above her asks the room. As they scream their assent, you jump into action, grabbing the guy's wrist.

"Anonymity was implied, buddy," you say, your grip strong enough to give him fair warning.

"You again? Beat it, killjoy," he responded, trying to wrench his hand free.

With your free hand, you push against his chest and he falls onto his back.

"Boooo," the crowd hisses at you. "Get out of her, loser. Let us have our fun."

Ignoring their jeers, you grab Mokie's raincoat and drape it over her. You then scoop her up in your arms and work your way towards the door. No one stops you, although several more obscenities are launched your way.

You make it to the front lawn and survey your surroundings. It is dark, and there are a few people around, but you are confident that you are far enough away that they would only suspect you are taking a drunk girl to your car. No way they could make out any specifics, like her nudity or cum covered face.

You walk briskly across the lawn, finagle the back door to your car open, and lay her gently inside.

.....

About an hour later, Mokie awakens in a hot bath you have prepared for her. She snaps awake, realizing she is in an unfamiliar room, but quickly calms herself as she realizes she is being tended to nicely. The water is hot and soothing, easing the sting in her ass and neck, and the bubbles smell like jasmine and lavender. She touches her face, finding that the cum that had caked there had been washed away.

She turns to see you sitting on the toilet, drifting to sleep as you waited for her to wake up.

"You!" she said in shock, but also with noticeable elation.

You jolt awake and come to her. "Hey," you say. "I hope you don't mind what I have done for you here."

"Mind?" she asks. "Why would I mind? I just don't understand." Then, you notice a tinge of nerves enter her expression. She is worried that Jason or Jenn will punish her for straying again. "Does anyone else know I am here?"

"Only Jason and Jenn," you reply. "But they are not going to bother you anymore."

"Oh," Mokie blushes, realizing you are at least somewhat aware of her situation. "You know what is going on?"

"I found out tonight," you say, withdrawing your cell phone from your pocket.

"Who are you calling?" she asks.

"No one," you say. "I'm just playing something for you." You press play on your voice recorder.

'What the fuck, asshole?' you hear Jenn's voice on the phone.

"What is this?" Mokie asks.

"I could tell by the look in your eyes that you were only consenting to what happened tonight out of fear, so I confronted Jenn about it with the voice recorder on my phone running in my pocket."

"She confessed to you? I'm surprised, I thought she was stronger than that."

"She was," you say. "She actually had me convinced for a moment, but then Jason came in, panicked, and I was able to illicit a confession out of him. I have the whole thing, from beginning to end, right here."

"God, I'm so embarrassed," Mokie says, bringing her hands to her face.

"Don't be," you say, grabbing one of her hands and holding it in yours. "You deserve sympathy, not shame. Jason detailed the step-by-step path he led you down, how he blackmailed you one small step at a time, threatening to send pictures to your family. He had you in a really tough spot, and I don't judge you."

Mokie started to swoon a bit. One of her biggest concerns through all of this was that her tattoos and history would make it impossible for her to find a decent man in the future. Now, she had one who understood and forgave what she had been through.

She held his hand tighter. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I like you," you say, smiling and honest smile. "And I like to be the knight in shining armor to a damsel in distress."

Mokie smiles and rolls her eyes. "That's cheesy," she says.

You smile back. "Sorry."

"No, I like it." She lifts her torso out of the water and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you," she says.

"You're welcome," you say, "But we actually have to get moving. Jason and Jenn are expecting us at your apartment."

"They are? What for?"

"I will explain on the way."

You help Mokie out of the tub, and only now does she realize that her high heels are still locked to her feet.

"That is one of the reason's right there, you say."

.....

Just before midnight, Jenn answers the door to her apartment in silence as you and Mokie enter. As Mokie makes eye contact with Jason, she sees his bruised face and missing front tooth, and guesses correctly that her hero did that to him. He is sitting nervously by the kitchen table, rocking slightly back in forth. Mokie has never seen him this timid.

"First thing first," you say. "Jenn, remove these heels from Mokie's feet."

Jenn runs to her bedroom and returns with the keys. She kneels down towards Mokie's feet and starts fidgeting with they lock.

"While you are down there, bitch, kiss my feet," Mokie says.