Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five
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Junko finished her drink, draining the last drops of roofied alcohol. She already looked a bit intoxicated. Her eyes seemed a little crossed, and there was a hint of slurring in her speech.
“All done,” she declared. “Go get me another one, babe.”
Junko’s order was all that Tahlia needed to withdraw her hand from York’s cock without it being a rule-triggering rejection. She stood up, gratefully, and headed to the bar, only a little anxious to be leaving her drugged girlfriend with a predatory man.
As she waited to order at the bar, she reviewed her rules:
Tahlia’s Rules
- [NOT REMOVABLE] Never report or complain about sexual harassment. Never tell anyone about the Compelled Courtesy process who doesn’t already know about it. Never allow the process to be reversed or suggest that you’re not happy being subject to it.
- When a man shows you attention, compliment him and believe it.
- Listen carefully to harassment you receive, and keep a diary of it to study.
- Dress to emphasise your tits (including exposing more cleavage).
- Men can see your tits for twenty dollars.
- When you’re with men, touch them intimately and affectionately.
- When you reject a harassment, within 24 hours you must masturbate to orgasm while imagining it.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass, just as she had during her last trip to the bar – but this time she controlled herself, and didn’t shout, or swear.
Instead, she let it happen. It was just a hand – a man’s hand – squeezing her ass cheek. It was okay.
Casually, she looked over her shoulder and saw a young moustached man, grinning as he openly fondled her butt cheeks.
He was showing her attention. She had to compliment him.
“You’re good at that,” she said – and as soon as she said it, she believed it. It did feel nice to have this man randomly groping her ass. She felt a little tingle in her pussy.
Before she could do more, the bartender was standing in front of her, and she had to focus on ordering two drinks as the man behind her pressed his fingers into her ass crack, squeezing her ass cheeks, pushing a finger against her anus through the fabric of her dress and panties.
The bartender began pouring the drinks – but then the man changed his strategy. He began to pull her dress up to her waist – and with his other hand, he grabbed at her panties, and began to pull them down her legs.
He was exposing her cunt and ass, right here at the bar, in front of everybody, grinning like an idiot as he did it.
“Fuck!” she swore. “Fuck! Stop that! Stop it!” She pulled away from him.
It was a rejection. Within the next 24 hours, she would have to masturbate to orgasm while fantasising about having a man expose her cunt to a bar full of strangers.
And she needed a new rule.
She had to stop being like this. Disagreeing with men who just wanted to see her cunt, after she had dressed like a complete cocktease in the first place.
Her new rule was that she couldn’t disagree with men about what clothes to wear – or not wear – or how to wear them.
Which left her in a dilemma, because her dress was still pulled up to her waist, and her panties were still halfway down her legs. And a man had put them there.
She looked at the man who had undressed her.
“Please,” she said, “could you put them back?”
He looked at her, unsure why she wasn’t dressing herself.
“Please?” she begged. God, he could see her cunt. It was completely exposed, and she was doing nothing to hide it. The relatively dark lighting and density of people meant that no one else had seen yet, but they would soon.
She reached out and touched him affectionately on the arm, and heard herself say, “If you have twenty dollars, you can see my tits. But please, put my clothes back.”
He looked at her, then looked at her cunt. He took twenty dollars out of his wallet and showed it to her – then he leaned forward, spread her cunt lips, and pushed the note up into her wet cunt, slowly and deliberately.
She gasped with humiliation. She could stop him, of course – she had already rejected him, so there were no penalties for rejecting him again – but she needed him to re-dress her. If she slapped him now, he would walk away, leaving her like this. So she let the man, whose name she didn’t even know, stuff a twenty dollar bill up her twat.
And then, like a good girl, she pulled down her dress to show him her tits.
He laughed, and then – apparently satisfied – he pulled her panties up, trapping the money inside her fuckhole, and then pulled the hem of her dress down.
Blushing a furious red, Tahlia covered her tits again, took the drinks from the bar, and hurried back to the booth.
She was lucky, really, to have the twenty dollars. If he had just told her to take off her dress, she would have had to do it, money or no money. She would have to get rid of that rule as soon as possible, by actively encouraging someone to harass her. But first she had to get back to Junko.
If Junko had looked a little intoxicated before Tahlia left, now she looked completely drunk. York was leaning right against her, and he had one hand on one of her thighs. He was whispering something in her ear, and Junko was giggling.
Tahlia put down the drinks, and sat.
Her hand, unbidden went straight back to York’s cock, massaging and squeezing it through his pants.
“Junko, honey, are you okay?” she asked.
“She’s fine,” said York, quickly.
“I’m fine!” said Junko, loudly. “York is really… he’s really nice, Tahlia. He said I have porn star tits. He said that I’m so pretty that men probably want to rape me all the time!”
She seemed delighted by these facts.
Tahlia remembered her obligation to York. He had paid her forty dollars to see Tahlia kiss her girlfriend with her tits out.
“That’s not fair,” she said to York. “I have pretty tits too.”
“Show me,” said York.
And at his casual instruction, Tahlia couldn’t have hidden her boobs even if she wanted to. She felt herself pulling down her dress again to expose her large breasts.
“I was wrong, Junko,” said York. “Your slut girlfriend clearly has better fuckmelons than you do. I’m so sorry.”
Junko’s eyes widened.
“No way!” she exclaimed, slurring. “My… my fuckmelons are the best.”
And at this, she pushed the straps of her own dress off her shoulders, dropping it down to bare her boobs.
York looked from one pair of breasts to the other.
“I’m sorry, ladies,” he said. “I’m going to have to feel them if I’m going to tell which tits are best.”
“Go ahead,” said Junko drunkenly. She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast, and York immediately began to squeeze.
With his other hand, he reached beneath the table and shifted Tahlia’s hand briefly. With horror, Tahlia realised he was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He took her hand again and put it back, and now there was only thin underwear separating Tahlia’s hand from his erect dick.
He guided her fingers to curl fully around the shaft of his cock, gripping it – and then he began to move her hand up and down, so she was pumping his dick.
To resist was to reject. She would have yet another rule. And she realised, also, that she couldn’t make this man angry. He knew that she had, on his instructions, fed her girlfriend a date rape drug. He could tell Junko. He could tell the police.
God, why had she been so stupid? She should have just rejected him at the first advance. And now she was trapped.
Obediently, she pumped his dick, and watched him grope her girlfriend’s tits.
And then it was Tahlia’s turn. York turned to her and reached out with both hands.
Again Tahlia considered bringing an end to this. And again she pictured what York might do – or say – if she rejected him.
So she kept masturbating him, and allowed him to put his hands on her breasts. He ran a thumb over her nipples, and she shivered with humiliation, and then he squeezed them – hard, and then harder, hard enough to hurt, and Tahlia gasped, but she didn’t object.
“It’s a tie,” he declared finally. “You both have extremely sexy fuckbags.”
Junko giggled happily at this. Tahlia noted Junko had made no effort to cover her breasts while York had been molesting Tahlia, and there were more than a few men staring at the two girls, including the man who had groped Tahlia’s ass, and the other man who had suggested that the girls kiss his cock.
York looked into Tahlia’s eyes, grinning – and beneath the table, he took her hand, and slid it into his underpants. She was now touching his actual cock, with nothing between her flesh and his.
Slowly, reluctantly, her fingers curled around his shaft and she began to masturbate him.
Tahlia’s agreement with York was that she would kiss Junko with her tits out. Maybe she would be able to bring this to an end if she did that.
She leaned across York, still gripping his dick, her exposed breasts hanging down, and she kissed Junko on the lips. Junko moaned lustfully, and kissed her back.
Then suddenly she felt something on the back of her head. It was York’s hand. He gripped a handful of her hair, close to her scalp, controlling her. His other hand was in Junko’s hair. And with these grips, he pressed them together, forcing them to kiss, twisting Tahlia’s head slightly to push their lips closer together.
Tahlia almost struggled for a moment, before realising that would be rejection. Instead, she let it happen. Junko, too, submitted passively, moaning sluttily into Tahlia’s mouth.
Then, suddenly, York was pulling them apart.
“I think I need to see which of you is the better kisser,” he said. And, just like that, before Tahlia could react, he was kissing her on the lips.
She couldn’t have pulled away if she wanted to. York was in control of her head.
God, she was kissing a man. A man. She was masturbating a man as she kissed him. With her tits out In public. With strangers watching. With her girlfriend watching him.
She should have taken her hand off his cock, but she didn’t. She kept pumping his dick, as York pushed his tongue into Tahlia’s mouth and Tahlia accepted it, kissing him, kissing him like she would kiss a girl, passionately and deeply.
He finished the kiss, then turned to Junko and kissed her, and Tahlia was now watching a man kiss her half-naked girlfriend while she pumped the man’s erect dick.
He broke off the kiss with Junko suddenly.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said to Junko. “Your slut girlfriend here has been masturbating me for the past fifteen minutes, and I’m afraid I’m about to cum. I just have to do something about that.”
And then he was using his grip on Tahlia’s hair to force her head down, towards his lap, pushing her under the table, and there was his dick, in front of her. She could see it – hard and masculine and wet with pre-cum and reeking of the salty smell of semen. And York was pushing Tahlia towards it.
She had two options. She could struggle, and pull away, and take a rule, and face whatever else York would do as a result. Or she could open her mouth.
She opened her mouth. And immediately, York’s dick was in her mouth, and he was forcing her down on it, until it triggered her gag reflex, and suddenly she couldn’t help it. She was struggling, her body falsely telling her that it couldn’t breathe, and she could no more have chosen to lie still than she could choose to be a bird or an elephant.
Still, it was a bitchy thing to do, to struggle. It was a rejection. Even if York was holding her down, not letting her rise and breathe, his cock jammed down her throat.
It was her fault. She knew about gag reflex, even if it had never been a concern as a lesbian. It could be overcome.
She would practice. Practice her oral skills, daily. Until she was used to the feel, the taste and the sensation of being throatfucked, and could suppress her gag reflex.
Click. It was a rule.
And at the same time as she processed that idea, York began to cum. She felt him pumping semen out of his cock and into her throat, and all she could do was swallow. She was swallowing a man’s cum while he tongue-kissed her bare-breasted girlfriend.
When she had swallowed all his cum, he kept her there, pressed against his dick, waiting for every last drip to vanish into her mouth. Through it all, York kept kissing Junko, using his free hand now to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. Tahlia could hear Junko moaning. With lust? She was a lesbian! Why was she responding this way to a man? Was it all just the doing of the drug… or had Junko always had a secret fetish for men?
When York finally let Tahlia up, he smiled at her.
“Well, girls,” he said, “Why don’t we take this back to my apartment?”
With a sick feeling, Tahlia knew exactly where this was heading. If she left this bar with York, then before dawn he would end up ejaculating in her both her cunt, and Junko’s. And maybe more. Maybe worse.
She had tried so hard not to reject him, but she had done it anyway, due to her lack of skill in fellatio. And now there was no further consequence for further rejection, at least from her Compelled Courtesy programming. As for other consequences York might visit upon her – well, she had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. Hopefully that was enough.
“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “We have to go. Come on, Junko, we’re going.”
“But he’s nice,” complained Junko. York’s hand was still on her tit.
“It’s late and we have to go home,” said Tahlia. “And you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” complained Junko, slurring. “I’ve only had one… one and a half drinks. How can I be drunk?”
It was an excellent question, and one that Tahlia didn’t intend to answer. She pulled on Junko’s arm, and Junko reluctantly stood.
Tahlia quickly pulled up Junko’s dress, covering her tits. She couldn’t cover her own, because York had told her to expose them and he hadn’t countermanded that instruction yet.
“We’re going,” she hissed to Junko.
“Don’t be like that,” said York, casually. “We were just having fun. We should have some more. After all, you’re not dykes, are you?”
Was he threatening her? Threatening to report her as a lesbian?
She didn’t care. She wasn’t going to fuck York. She wasn’t going to let him fuck Junko.
“Of course we’re not lesbians,” she said. “The whole bar just saw us make out with you and let you play with our tits. And would a lesbian suck your cock?”
Junko giggled. She didn’t seem to care that her girlfriend had just given a man a blowjob. The date rape drug truly was powerful.
York shrugged. “Well, you were both worth the money,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you again some time?”
“Not if I see you first,” whispered Tahlia under her breath. She draped Junko’s arm over her shoulder, and half-carried her girlfriend out of the bar, wishing she could cover her tits but completely unable to.
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They took an Uber home. The driver was clearly interested in Tahlia’s bare breasts.
“Could you… tell me to cover them, please?” she asked the driver, stroking his leg flirtily.
“Why do you need me to tell you?” he said, ogling her tits.
“I just do,” said Tahlia. “Please.”
“I’ll tell you if you give me a hundred bucks,” laughed the driver.
She had no choice. She paid him a hundred dollars. It was all the money she had made from showing men her tits – and drugging Junko – plus twenty more. She had been a whore, and not even made money from it. But she had to. If she didn’t get a man to tell her to cover her breasts, she would have to go to work tomorrow topless.
“Fine,” said the man. “You can cover up your bosom.”
Tahlia gratefully, finally, pulled her dress back up.
And she sat there, her mouth full of the taste of York’s cum, her pussy wet (and stuffed with a $20 note), and she stroked the driver’s leg with her hand, and contemplated her rules.
Tahlia’s Rules
- [NOT REMOVABLE] Never report or complain about sexual harassment. Never tell anyone about the Compelled Courtesy process who doesn’t already know about it. Never allow the process to be reversed or suggest that you’re not happy being subject to it.
- When a man shows you attention, compliment him and believe it.
- Listen carefully to harassment you receive, and keep a diary of it to study.
- Dress to emphasise your tits (including exposing more cleavage).
- Men can see your tits for twenty dollars.
- When you’re with men, touch them intimately and affectionately.
- When you reject a harassment, within 24 hours you must masturbate to orgasm while imagining it.
- Never disagree with a man about how to dress or wear your clothes.
- Practice oral deepthroating until you are familiar with the feel and taste, and until you suppress your gag reflex.
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