Tag: candy girls

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I was raped in public, Niemira thought to herself as she walked back to Caity’s house from the ice cream parlour. I was raped in public, and I orgasmed.

Admittedly, it had just been her mouth. The man had put his cock into her mouth and ejaculated. It wasn’t like he had raped her pussy. And Niemira had neither protested nor resisted – but that was because the hypnotic conditioning of the Candy Girls app had prevented her… wasn’t it?

I was raped, she thought again. In public. 

It felt like it should be a major event in her life. It felt like it should divide her life into “before” and “after”. But instead it was just another increment on the endless slide into degradation and humiliation that had begun when she first played the evil, addictive game of Candy Girls.

Sluts deserve rape, she thought. And I’m a slut. I deserve rape. I deserved to be raped. I deserved it.

She could still taste the man’s cum. It tasted delicious. Surely a rapist’s sperm shouldn’t taste so good? Did other girls enjoy cum so much, or was it just Niemira, because of what a slut she was? Had the app made her like the taste of rape-cum, or was that just Niemira?

She wished she didn’t want more. She settled for a sip of her nutrient juice, instead.

“Who do you think won?” asked Baby Doll nervously, as they walked.

It took a moment for Niemira to understand the question. She meant who had won Geoff’s game. He had promised to rape the “winner”, being whichever girl was first to earn a level-up in Candy Girls at the ice cream parlour.

Niemira was pretty sure it was either her or Caity. But Caity looked traumatised already by having her mouth fucked at the ice cream parlour. Niemira was worried that if she reminded Caity that she might be about to be raped – and possibly impregnated – by her own brother, that she might do something rash, or even just draw attention to the girls and their barely-clothed state.

So she just shrugged.

“We should escape,” said Rowena – Cinnamon Tickles – suddenly. “We need to get away from this. If we keep playing the game, we’re going to…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Niemira could finish it in her head. They were going to become fuckdolls. Slaves. They were going to lose their identity. They were going to be degraded, humiliated whores, unable to control their own actions. They would become toys for men to rape.

“What would we do?” asked Milky Treat. 

“Run away,” said Rowena. “Throw our phones away, and jump on a bus or a train and go where nobody could find us.”

“If we stop playing the game,” said Caity – Sugar Kitty – “it will send all our photos and videos to everyone we know. Everyone we know will see what disgusting sluts we are.”

“I don’t care,” said Rowena. “They won’t be able to do anything. They won’t know where we are. We can start a new life. It’s better than… what the app is going to do to us.”

There was a long silence, as the girls thought about it. Then Niemira spoke.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, “but if I saw one of you girls trying to escape, trying to stop playing Candy Girls, I would restrain you, and slap you, and get you a new phone, and force you to go back to playing the game. That’s what you do when a Candy Girl is difficult – you slap her and humiliate her until she obeys. I don’t think I could help myself.” She paused, then added, “I might even rape you.”

The other girls blushed – and then Caity admitted, “I’d do that too. Sluts deserve humiliation. Sluts deserve rape.”

“I don’t think I could throw my phone away anyway,” said Baby Doll. “It was so hard to stop the first time, and then Sherbet Giggles made me play again anyway. I think I’m too addicted to stop now, even if I want to.”

Niemira twitched slightly at hearing herself referred to by her Candy Girls name. She was Niemira, not that little slut Sherbet Giggles. Sherbet Giggles deserved to be slapped and raped and…. but didn’t Niemira deserve those things? Wasn’t Niemira a silly little bimbo, just like her avatar? Hadn’t Niemira betrayed Dawn and slapped her and forced her back into degradation?

She had. She was.

Caity spoke up. “I think… I think there’s a way out inside the game,” she said. “It’s like a tickle at the back of my mind, like something the game suggested when I was in trance.” She shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just a lie the game put in my brain.”

“What do you mean?” asked Cinnamon Tickles eagerly. “Like, there’s a way to beat Candy Girls?”

“I think you can win it as a reward,” said Caity. “Freedom. Like, it’ll turn off all your programming, and delete your pictures and videos. But… I think you have to do something special to unlock it.”

“What?” demanded Cinnamon Tickles. “What do we have to do?”

Caity clutched her head. “I don’t know,” she moaned. “It’s just like a dream I had, or something I’ve half forgotten.”

“Maybe if we play more Candy Girls, we’ll work out what it is,” said Milky Treat.

That was a terrible idea, and they all knew it – but they also knew that they were going to play more Candy Girls anyway. They couldn’t help it. And the idea that doing what they were forced to do anyway might unlock a solution gave them a sliver of hope.

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When they arrived back at the house, Geoff led them all back down to the basement, and then made them strip back out of their pyjamas, until they were all nude.

It felt strange to Niemira be completely naked with four other girls, when Geoff was completely clothed. It made her feel like an animal – like cattle. Not a person, but just a set of tits, ass and cunt, to be herded, leashed, and controlled.

“Play with your cunts for me, like the dumb little bimbos you are, and tell me what happened while you were out,” said Geoff. And the girls obeyed. They *wanted* to obey – good girls obey, after all – but also they found it hard to resist. They looked at Geoff and fingered their pussies, and told their stories.

Niemira knew she should resent being forced to masturbate while describing her own rape, but somehow it felt right. Like being horny while describing her violation was re-contextualising it, making it something she had wanted and enjoyed. And that felt… correct, somehow.

Geoff laughed at their stories of having their mouths fucked by strangers. He took out his cock and pumped it as they spoke, aiming at their faces, occasionally pausing to wipe the tip of his cock across a girl’s face, leaving a smear of pre-cum. He laughed even harder when Rowena kissed the tip of his cock – the cock that had raped her earlier that night, taking her virginity – because it was clear that the reaction was instinctual from Rowena, something she hadn’t even thought about until it had happened.

“Well?” asked Milky Treat when they were done. “Who won?”

“According to the app, it was Sherbet Giggles,” said Geoff. “Help me hold her down, won’t you, bitches?”

And suddenly Niemira was being grabbed before she even had a chance to react. There was a girl holding each of her arms and each of her legs. At Geoff’s instruction, they dragged her into a standing position in front of him. He looked at her, smiling, and then slapped her across the face, once, twice, three times. Then he punched her in her left breast, then her right, then her left again. Then he kicked her in the cunt with his knee.

The violence turned off Niemira’s brain. A part of her stopped thinking, and the rest just said to her that this was right. This was exactly how she should be treated. This was how to get a Candy Girl to behave – slap her and hit her and hurt her. Sherbet Giggles was a stupid little bitch who wouldn’t play nice for boys, and this is what she needed. This was normal. This was good for Sherbet Giggles – good for her – because it would teach her to behave and stop being such a difficult little cunt. 

She thought that she had never felt so strongly like her life was on the right course. She had never had such a powerful sense that this was where she belonged, and that everything she needed in life was happening, and taken care of, and that everything was right in the world.

The girls then dragged her to a couch, and bent her over the end of it, so her face and tits were pressed into the cushions, with her ass pointing outwards and her legs hanging down. Geoff stepped up behind her, and a moment later she felt his cock slide into her cunt.

Her *wet* cunt. She hadn’t realised how wet she was. She was practically drooling on the furniture. 

She moaned, and instinctively began to buck against his cock. She wanted him deeper inside her. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be fun to rape. And anyway, this was just how Candy Girls behaved. They were stupid little sluts, at heart, and they couldn’t help but think with their pussies. 

“You girls should keep masturbating,” said Geoff. “And watch. It’s sexy to watch a girl being raped, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” said Cinnamon Tickles quietly, and the other girls chimed in with their own “yes, sirs” afterwards.

Sherbet Giggles saw that Caity was filming her. That was good. There *should* be a record of her first vaginal rape, to share with the Candy Girls app – and maybe share with other people who knew her, if the app wanted that to happen. She tried to smile for the camera, as best she could with her face pressed into the couch cushions.

She thought about strange men watching her get raped, men she had never met. She thought about them masturbating to her violation and degradation.

She orgasmed.

Geoff laughed as he felt her bucking, and her cunt spasming around his cock. “Good girl,” he purred, and Sherbet Giggles thought there were no two more erotic words in all the world.

A moment later she heard Cinnamon Tickles (Rowena?) make a choked sobbing sound, and she realised that Cinnamon Tickles had cum too. Cum from masturbating to Niemira’s rape. 

And then Geoff was cumming, shooting his sperm into Niemira’s womb. Niemira had thought she would feel the cum, when a boy came inside her, but all she could feel was a vague warmth and wetness in her cunt. She only knew he was cumming at all by the way his dick started to twitch in her pussy, and by the long, satisfied gasp that he gave voice to.

“Thank you, sir,” she heard herself saying. “Thank you for raping me.” Good girls thanked their rapists, she knew. And when he pulled out of her, she clambered up from her awkward position so that she could lick his cock clean, sucking the combination of his semen and her cunt juices from his warm, hard shaft.

He just laughed, and slapped her across the face again – but it felt like an affectionate slap to Niemira. A slap of approval.

The disconnected part of her brain started to wake back up again as she licked at his cock, and with it came horror at what had just happened.

I was raped, it thought. I was raped by my friend’s brother. I was raped in my pussy. My rapist ejaculated in my pussy. I might be pregnant. I was raped, and maybe impregnated. And I orgasmed.

I’m such a slut, she thought. Such a dumb, disgusting slut. 

And she didn’t know which part of her it was that was thinking those words.

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There was a man on the far side of the ice cream parlour, staring at Niemira and her friends.

It wasn’t surprising, really. All of the girls were wearing their Candy Girls pyjamas – the ones with tops that didn’t button up in the middle, so as to expose their stomachs and everything between their breasts, and the pants that were too large and threatened to fall to their ankles if they didn’t keep them clutched around their waists with one hand.

And the look in the man’s eyes was one of *hunger*.

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The girls had rebelled when Geoff explained his new game.

“The Bitchmaster app says that all you little sluts have special Candy Girls pyjamas, and that you’ve brought them here tonight,” he had said. “I want you to get dressed in them, and then walk down to the Flavourways Ice Cream Parlour at the local shops. Go inside, order sundaes, mix some of your nutrient juice into them, and then sit and play Candy Girls while you eat.”

They didn’t understand at first, although Niemira was already alarmed at the idea of wearing her pyjamas in public.

“You’re all going to play until you level up. And the first girl to level up gets to fuck me when you all come home again. I *will* cum in your pussy, and you *might* get pregnant.”

He looked at Caity witheringly. “And no, I *don’t* care if you’re my sister. I just care that you’ll hate it, and that’s good enough for me.”

“We can’t do that!” protested Niemira, panicking. “Those pyjamas barely cover our tits! They’ll fall off if we don’t hold them up. And Candy Girls – when we level up, we space out. We go into a trance – we don’t know what’s happening around us. And it makes us do things – take photos. We’ll be in public! We can’t…”

Geoff stepped towards Niemira, and slapped her hard across the face.

It was the first time Niemira had ever been slapped. It hurt. It shocked her. And… it felt so *right*. Like something that was supposed to happen. Like something she needed. 

Her mind flicked, and for a moment she *was* Sherbet Giggles. She had refused to dress as her controller had instructed. She needed to be slapped until she obeyed. The slaps hurt, and they made her cry, but they made Sir happy, and that was what was important.

Then Geoff smiled, and put his left hand around the back of her neck, almost caressing her, holding her, supporting her. And with his right hand, he punched her hard in the tit.

She gasped. She felt tears in her eyes. She felt a sudden gush of arousal in her cunt.

“I’m a dumb slut,” she heard herself whisper. “Thank you, sir.” 

And she knew that she would offer no further resistance to this plan.

The other girls didn’t like it either. Baby Doll (Dawn) was unhappy, but didn’t dare to resist. Milky Treat (Ichika) was shocked enough by Niemira’s treatment to keep her mouth closed. But Sugar Kitty – Caity – started to argue with Geoff as well, and Geoff had to slap his sister twice and use his knee to kick her in the cunt to gain her compliance. And Niemira could see in her eyes that it wasn’t just the pain and fear of further abuse that made her stop objecting – it was the hypnotic Candy Girls conditioning. Being slapped compelled obedience. Good sluts did as Sir wanted when they were slapped.

Rowena (Cinnamon Tickles) was still weeping from losing her precious virginity to Caity’s brother, and humiliation of orgasming from her violation, and then the shame and confusion of having her pussy licked by Milky Treat.  She just kept moaning, “No, no, no,” as Geoff told the girls to get dressed, and eventually Niemira couldn’t take it anymore.  She went across to where Cinnamon Tickles was lying on the ground, and slapped her across the face.  Then she pulled apart Cinnamon Tickles’ legs and slapped her once, twice, thrice, on her pussy, making Rowena squeal with pain each time.

“Sluts deserve to be humiliated,” Niemira whispered to the crying girl.  “Good sluts obey.”

Rowena’s eyes focused, and her sobbing slowly stopped.  “I’m a silly little bitch,” she whispered back.  “Thank you, Sherbet Giggles.”

And that was the last of their resistance.

The girls changed into their pyjamas – in front of Geoff, who filmed it all “for his private collection”. Niemira had never been completely nude in front of a boy before, let alone one as hateful and disgusting as Geoff, and she found this to be almost more degrading than taking his cock into her mouth earlier.

Geoff demanded that the girls’ undressing and re-dressing be “sexy” – and also that they should look at and enjoy each other’s naked bodies. He made Caity and Rowena start by re-inserting their shock-control dildos, and whenever he thought a girl wasn’t being sensual enough in her behaviour, or wasn’t showing sufficient lust for the other girls, he issued a disciplinary shock to their twats.

Finally they were dressed – if one counted the ill-fitting pyjamas as “dressed” – and Geoff ushered the girls out the front door, waving as they set off stumbling down the street.

It occurred to Niemira that she could just run, and not come back to the house, or to Geoff – but Geoff still had the Bitchmaster app. And Niemira had no card or money or ID for transport. And anyway, sluts deserve to be humiliated, and good sluts obey.

The pyjamas were difficult to walk in. The girls had to use one hand to grip the waistband of the pants, or else the oversized garment would simply fall straight to their ankles. And they had to use another to hold the buttonless front of the top closed, or else the wind would blow it open and bare their tits. And one of those hands had to also be holding their phone, which they needed to play Candy Girls. And the other had to be holding a bottle of nutrient juice. They had headphones, too, but these hung easily around their neck, ready to be used for the game.

It was difficult – and to Niemira’s humiliation, the awkward pose needed to hold the clothes in place only drew more attention to their state of dress. It was early evening, and there weren’t many people on the street, but the few they did pass turned to stare at the girls as they waddled uncomfortably down the footpath, clutching at their chests and waistbands.

Holding the clothes while also holding the phones and bottles was tricky. Twice, Niemira lost her grip on her shirt, and the wind flicked the cloth aside to briefly expose her tits to the street. Milky Treat and Cinnamon Tickles had similar experiences, and once Caitlyn (Sugar Kitty) lost her grip on her pants, and they dropped to the ground, exposing the blushing girl’s ass and snatch to the world.

Every time another girl was shamed in this way, Niemira felt only a dull bloom of pleasure and satisfaction inside herself. Sluts deserved to be humiliated.

When they eventually reached the ice cream parlour, they were relieved to find it almost completely empty. A lone boy, about their age, was behind the counter. An older man sat in a booth in a corner, drinking a soda of some kind. 

The girls shuffled gratefully up to the counter – and then realised their problem. They hadn’t brought wallets, or cards, or money.

They looked at each other, blushing.

“Can I help you?” asked the boy behind the counter.

“Um,” said Caity, “we really wanted sundaes, but we don’t have any money. I don’t suppose you could help us out?”

Caity hadn’t meant to imply anything other than that the boy might be generous, but with the way she was biting her lip and blushing, she couldn’t help but sexualise the proposition, and the boy’s eyes immediately dropped to her chest, where Caity was holding the pyjamas closed over her pretty teenaged tits.

It was clear what they needed to do.

“If you give us sundaes,” said Caity, “we’ll let you see our boobs.” She bit her lip again, ashamed of herself.

The boy stared at them, and didn’t say anything at first. Niemira thought he might laugh at them, or tell them to get out.

Filled with anxiety, she heard herself say, “And our pussies too.”

The other girls looked at her like she was a traitor – but it worked. The boy suddenly made a decision, and nodded, eagerly. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll make that deal.”

The girls glanced around. The man in the corner booth was watching them, and that couldn’t be helped, but at least there was no one else present. One by one, the girls pulled open their pyjama tops, and let the boy behind the counter stare at their breasts. He was clearly aroused by what he saw, blushing and leering in equal measure. 

Then the girls lowered their pants slightly, and let him see their pussies. Caity put her phone and bottle on the counter so that she could use her fingers to spread her pussy lips to give him a better view, and the other girls followed her example.

Niemira realised that she was sinking to a new low here. She was voluntarily baring her body to a stranger, in a public place. She was trading her nudity for commercial favours, which she supposed made her technically a prostitute, or at least a stripper. It was a level of sluttiness that she never would have contemplated only a few months ago, and if her younger self had heard about a woman doing this, she would have said it was disgusting and whorish.

But the boy was satisfied with their display, and he made their sundaes, and the girls took them and shuffled over to a booth on the far side of the restaurant from the older man. They crammed into the seats, with Dawn and Rowena near the walls, Niemira and Caity on the outside, and Ichika sandwiched in the middle between Dawn and Niemira. Each girl tipped a little of their nutrient juice into their sundae, stirred it in with the plastic spoon, and began to eat.

Niemira had to admit that the ice cream tasted better with nutrient juice. Everything tasted better with nutrient juice, these days. She had no idea why she had to slap Sherbet Giggles so many times to make her drink it.

And when the ice cream was gone, the girls got out their phones, put on their headphones and started to play Candy Girls.

They knew that Geoff was going to rape the first girl to level up, and if they were acting tactically, they might have all done their best to progress slowly.

But Candy Girls didn’t leave them that kind of latitude. Once they started playing, nothing mattered but clearing rows of candy and hearing the app call them a good girl.

Niemira hadn’t really played alongside other girls before, and she was delighted to discover there was a kind of multiplayer. The avatars of the other nearby girls were visible at the bottom of her screen, alongside Sherbet Giggles, all of them dressed in slutty outfits. The girls were stroking each other and kissing, and as she watched, Baby Doll knelt before Milky Treat and began to lick the cartoon avatar’s pussy.

They looked like good girls. They looked like good sluts.

She focused on her phone, dedicated to clearing candy and earning points. Levelling up was slow now, and it took her multiple unsuccessful sessions to fill her XP bar. The first time she failed, the screen showed a photo of Ichika licking Geoff’s cum out of Rowena’s pussy. It must be one that Geoff had taken and uploaded to the app. And there were two sets of words superimposed over it. “DISGUSTING LESBIAN WHORES” read the top set, and “GOOD GIRLS” read the bottom. Niemira felt the conflicting messages settle awkwardly in her mind.

And then more words on the screen, timed with painful zaps and pleasurable buzzes from her dildo.

“Do my opinions matter?” ZAP.

“Do I deserve clothes?” ZAP.

“Should I rape my girlfriends?” Buzz.

She was aware that her shirt had fallen open while she was playing. Her tits were bare to the world. The man in the corner booth was staring at her – staring at all the girls, who Niemira now saw were looking similarly undressed. She thought to herself that she should close her top – but instead she felt her traitorous hand moving downward and dipping into the waistband of her pants.

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t masturbate here, in public! She wasn’t that much of a slut! She should take her hand out of her pants immediately.

But her eyes were drawn back to the Candy Girls screen, and she started a new round, and then she forgot what her hand was doing entirely.

Soon the screen was overflowing with candy again, and the failure sound played.

An image of Niemira, nude. FUCKDOLLS DON’T LIKE TO THINK HARD.

And then:

“Should I disobey?” ZAP.

“Should I argue?” ZAP.

“Should I be a good little fuckdoll?” Buzz.

Every painful electric zap to her cunt made Niemira jerk, but her whole body clenching that way felt a little bit like cumming, and it made Niemira feel very confused. She was definitely masturbating now. She knew she was a whore (brainless little fuckdoll) but the pleasure of masturbating was more important than the shame of doing it in public (sluts deserve to be humiliated). Besides, thinking about stopping was difficult, and fuckdolls didn’t like to think hard.

She started a new round.

“Brainless cunt,” she heard herself whispering. “Slutty bitch. Stupid fuckdoll.”

And then the words she had been waiting for came through her headphones.

“GOOD GIRL.”

And Niemira felt herself orgasm. She didn’t stop fingering her pussy, though.

“You are now Level 8,” said the voice. “Sluts deserve to be humiliated! Pick a boy from Sherbet Giggles’ phone contacts to send her nude photos to!”

Niemira was delighted to humiliate her bratty little avatar. Sherbet Giggles *deserved* humiliation. She scrolled through the list of options – and as she did so, she was completely unaware that what she was looking at was *her own* phone contacts, the people that Niemira actually knew in real life.

Jeffrey Pak. He was a boy in Niemira’s school – the one who had maybe seen her photographing her pussy in Mrs Fenwick’s class. He would be perfect. She pressed his name, and her phone obediently messaged him with multiple nude pictures and videos of Niemira, including the one where she begged to be raped. Niemira was oblivious, focused only on the blushing, humiliated face of Sherbet Giggles, getting exactly what she deserved.

And then the app gave her more of the magical words she craved.

“BONUS ROUND APPROACHES!” it declared. “Take a video of you kissing another girl, with both of your tits exposed, and say ‘We want to be raped!’”

That was *easy*! Milky Treat was right next to her, and her breasts were already on display. Niemira set her phone to record, then turned to Ichika, and put a hand on her cheek. Ichika was reluctant to look away from her phone, and Niemira had to force her a little, but when Niemira placed her lips on Ichika’s, the other girl immediately melted and became submissive. Niemira pushed her tongue into her friend’s mouth, enjoying the taste, before breaking off the kiss, looking at her phone, and cheerily declaring, “We want to be raped!”

She heard the same declaration from across the table, and saw Caity and Rowena with their arms around each other and their tits out, having just finished their own kiss. Niemira wondered who had levelled up first. Had it been her? The thought that she might now be raped both terrified and thrilled her.

But it didn’t matter, because she had uploaded her video, and Candy Girls had her attention again.

“GOOD GIRL”, said the app. “Watch the Candy Girls video, then enter your reward code. 30% chance of success, 70% chance of forfeit.”

Niemira stared at the static on the phone screen, and felt her brain go blank, and then for a while there was nothingness.

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She awoke to the feeling of something in her mouth. It was warm and felt good. It tasted like nutrient juice. She sucked on it happily.

Then her consciousness returned further – and she freaked out. She was staring at the belly of a man. It was the man who had been in the corner booth. And she was staring at his belly because he was standing in front of her, with his fly unzipped, and his cock was in her mouth.

His cock! She was sucking a stranger’s cock!

Her eyes went wide. Her hands flapped in a panicky way at her sides – but she didn’t pull away, or push the man. 

Sluts deserve rape. Good sluts obey. 

She looked up at the man as best she could with his cock in her mouth, her eyes pleading, but all she saw in his eyes as he looked down at her was amusement, cruelty, and lust.

“Hey!” came a voice from the counter. “You can’t do that here!” It was the boy who had served them sundaes.

“Sure I can,” said the man. “Who’s going to stop me? You? Besides, they were literally asking for it. You heard them. They’ve been sitting here with their tits out, rubbing their cunts and saying how much they want to be raped.”

He gestured at Caity, who was still staring blankly at her phone. She had pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles so that she could spread her legs further and get her fingers deeper into her cunt. She was masturbating furiously, and whispering, “Dumb bitch. Slutty little cunt. Good little rapedoll.”

“Why don’t you come over here and use this one?” the man said.

The boy behind the counter dithered. Part of him clearly wanted to protect the girls. Another part wanted to back away and avoid conflict. But the part of him that won was the part the girls had cockteased with their slutty displays – his cock. And so he hesitantly came over, and stood before Caity, and took out his dick, and pressed it against her mouth.

Caity opened her mouth and accepted it like it was the most natural thing in the world, and began to suckle on it happily.

Niemira thought Caity looked ridiculously pretty like that – blank faced, flushed with arousal, tits exposed, masturbating, sucking on a cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. She tried to emulate Caity’s brainless, contented expression as she rubbed her own pussy.

The other girls slowly came out of their trances. Caity jerked when she realised what she was doing – but just like Niemira, she didn’t stop sucking. The other girls kept masturbating with one hand, and used their other to point their phones at Caity and Niemira to film their violation. They all looked a little scared and humiliated, but none of them raised any objection to what was happening.

Their silent, slutty submission must have pleased the man, because soon Niemira felt him buck, and his cock twitch, and soon her mouth was filling with spurts of hot, salty, sperm. It was delicious. It tasted a lot like nutrient juice. Niemira swallowed eagerly. And when it was done, and the man pulled his cock out of her, Niemira remembered what the app had taught her.

THANK YOUR RAPIST.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, gazing up at him submissively.

The man laughed, and tucked his cock back into his pants. A moment later, the boy was cumming too, and Caity was swallowing convulsively, and then likewise thanking him for violating her mouth while she had been in a trance.

The older man looked down at them all, still masturbating, half-naked.

He laughed again.

“Dumb fucking teenaged sluts,” he spat, before turning to walk away.

And as they heard those words, all five girls, together, felt themselves orgasm.

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One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

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The girls were outraged to have Geoff standing there, grinning at their humiliating outfits, his cock exposed, erect and twitching.

“This is ridiculous,” objected Dawn. “You can’t do this. Get out of here.”

“Maybe you should take a look at your phones first,” said Geoff, still grinning.

Niemira took out her phone. Candy Girls was live on screen, with a pulsing message demanding her attention.

“CANDY GIRL SPECIAL BONUS ROUND,” it said. “Win big prizes by maximising Sir’s approval! Go all-out to please your Bitchmaster! But if you fail – watch out! Who will see your slutty photos? Your parents? Your friends? The entire internet?”

And then – “To begin play, insert your Candy Girls vibrator! Make sure your Bitchmaster can see you do it”

“I can’t…” wailed Rowena. “I was saving myself for marriage. I can’t fuck a boy.”

“Maybe if you’re a good little Candy Girl, you won’t get fucked,” said Geoff. “There’s five of you, and I only have one cock. Maybe you can keep me happy enough that I leave your pretty little pussy alone.”

Their phones flashed. “You have three minutes to insert your vibrator – or suffer the consequences of a forfeit!” read the text. On Niemira’s phone, Sherbet Giggles was looking incredibly anxious. The little avatar was holding a vibrator in one hand, and pointing to her nude pussy with the other.

Ichika moaned – and then pulled up her transparent skirt to her waist, spreading her legs to Geoff’s gaze and giving him a perfect view of her hairless twat. She was visibly wet, and when she put the tip of her vibrator against her pussy lips, it slipped inside her without resistance. She kept pushing until it was almost all the way inside her. Then she did something to the base, and a little flap unclipped from the butt end of the vibrator.

“What’s that?” asked Niemira. She looked at her own vibrator, and realised it had one too, that she had never noticed.

“It’s the clip to hold it inside you,” said Ichika. She clearly didn’t seem happy about it – and a moment later, Niemira understood why. The little flap had a small clip on the end of it, and Ichika clipped this to her clitoris, wincing. Now when her pussy muscles tried to expel the vibrator, it would tug painfully on her clit, but be prevented from falling out of her.

Geoff’s cock twitched as he watched Ichika humiliating herself in front of him. “Hurry up, bitches,” he said. “Follow the lead of Milky Treat. Stuff your cunts for me.”

“Fuck you, Geoff,” muttered Caity. “I hate you.” She leaned back on the beanbag, spread her legs for her brother, and stuffed her own vibrator into her wet fuckhole, using the clip to connect it to her clitoris.

Niemira knew she had no choice. Even if she had been willing to risk the game showing her slutty photos and films to other people, she found it difficult now to disobey the game anyway. So she raised her skirt to her waist and spread her legs to let Geoff see her pussy. She flushed at his lascivious leer, and cringed as she saw his cock twitch, but nevertheless she parted her pussy lips, and slowly pushed her vibrator up into her fuckhole.

It felt good having it in there, to be honest – although it did *not* feel good to clip it to her vibrator. It hurt – and as soon as she felt the pain, her cunt spasmed, trying to expel the vibrator, and that just made it hurt more. Each squeeze of her cunt caused pain in her clitoris – and yet that pain somehow just made her wetter.

Dawn had to take off her diaper to push the vibrator into her pussy. (Niemira was relieved to see the diaper was clean.) And then she left it off once the vibrator was inside her.

Last was Rowena, who clearly hated showing her cunt to Geoff – but she had no choice, and soon her rapehole was plugged just like the other girls.

“Good bitches,” said Geoff. “Now line up on all fours, in a line, like good little piggies, with those pretty little cunts aimed at me. And then put on your headphones, look at your phones and press ‘continue’.”

The girls were slow in responding to Geoff’s orders. Caity didn’t immediately understand what position he wanted them in, and Rowena was hesitant to comply – but then Geoff pressed the touchscreen of his phone, and all five girls jumped as they felt their vibrators discharge an electric shock into their pussies, and they raced to comply. (Niemira winced as the shock made her cunt spasm again, with each squeeze tugging agonisingly on her clitoris.)

Soon they were all lined up in a row, hip to hip, their asses pointed up at Geoff. They put their phone headphones in their ears, looked down at their phones, and pressed “continue”.

One of the Candy Girls videos began to play. The hypnotic videos.

With every video she watched, Niemira found it harder to resist slipping into a trance. No, that was wrong – not harder to resist. She didn’t *want* to resist. She wanted to see the messages in the static, more on each occasion, and it was becoming easier to do so.

Her mind went blank. She watched. She listened.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but when she was aware again, she realised that the vibrator in her pussy was buzzing. Had she turned it on during the trance? Had the app done it? Or had Geoff reached down and flicked the switch?

It didn’t matter. The confirmation phrase was on the tip of her tongue – the phrase that the game required to confirm that she had entered the trance and seen the messages in the static.

She said it out loud, and heard the other girls saying it along with her.

“I want to serve your cock, Sir.”

“Good bitches,” laughed Geoff. “Now look at me.” His voice came from in front of them.

Niemira looked up – and immediately felt dizzy. A rush of emotions swept over her. The first was an intense reaction to the sight of Geoff’s cock. It felt hyper-real, like the entire world was focused on it. It was the most important thing in the room – so important, that Niemira herself barely even existed. She felt the weight of it settle in her mind, and knew that for the rest of the night she would be constantly aware of Geoff’s cock, its location, its state of erectness, and part of her mind would be thinking about how to *please* it, and feeling guilty if she wasn’t pleasing it.

She also knew, instinctively, that she was at Geoff’s mercy. She would not try to flee from him. She could not even contemplate fighting him, or hurting him. No matter what he did to her – or the other girls – she would never, ever tell anyone about it, or complain, or seek help.

None of that actually changed her feelings for Geoff. She had already disliked him. Now she hated him. She hated that he was doing this to them. She hated that she was under his control. 

But it didn’t matter. Her emotions were irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was whether she pleased Geoff’s cock.

She glanced down at her phone. It now showed the “Sir’s Approval” meter – and to Niemira’s horror, the meter was dangerously low.

“Now, I want you to come over here, and introduce yourself to my cock. I want you to rub all three holes against my cock, and also your tits, so I can see which bit of you is the most fun.” He pointed at Ichika. “Let’s start with Milky Treat.”

Ichika looked mortified – but she crawled across to Geoff on all fours. Rising to her knees, she leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock lightly. The cock twitched again, flicking a drop of pre-cum onto Ichika’s cheek. 

Then Ichika pulled up her transparent top to gain access to her petite tits. She rubbed these back and forth across Geoff’s dick, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum on each nipple.

Next, she stood, facing Geoff. She took his cock in her hand, and rubbed the tip across her pussy mound. Then she turned around, bent over, and pushed her ass up against his cock.

“Good girl,” said Geoff, swatting Ichika’s buttocks affectionately. “Sir approves – a little. You were acceptable, but only just. Next girl.”

The girls looked at each other, none of them volunteering to go first.

Geoff sighed, and touched his phone. All five girls – including Ichika – jumped as their vibrator shocked their pussy.

Niemira looked at her phone again, and the low approval meter. She decided she may as well get her turn out of the way.

She crawled over to Geoff, and put her lips on his cock. It was the first time she’d ever even touched a boy’s cock before, let alone kissed one. She was surprised by how warm his cock was, and how soft his foreskin felt. Plucking up her courage, she deliberately licked at his cock as her lips rested on its tip, and she felt her body shiver with unexpected pleasure at the taste of his pre-cum. 

Then, with another burst of courage, she pushed her lips forward, taking his whole cock briefly into her mouth, before pulling back and releasing it.

Geoff grunted as he did this. His fists clenched, and for a moment Niemira was afraid he would grab her head and force it back down on his cock. But after a moment, his hands relaxed.

Next Niemira exposed her tits, and nestled his cock between them as she had seen in porn videos. She let it slide up down in her cleavage a couple of times, enjoying the feel of the wetness it left behind – partly the saliva from her mouth, partly Geoff’s natural lubrication.

Then she stood as Ichika had. She turned, bent at the waist, and rubbed her ass up against his dick. She held her breath as she felt the tip slide across her anal sphincter. She didn’t want to get fucked at all, but she particularly didn’t want her anus penetrated, which she imagined to be painful and degrading. 

Then the tip moved down. With her pussy this sopping wet, her labia were naturally parted, and the tip of Geoff’s cock slid between them easily. She felt it bounce off the butt of her vibrator, and knew that if the vibrator had not been inside her, she would have let his cock push all the way into her fuckhole. She was a slut. She couldn’t help herself.

Then it was done, and she crawled back to her position. 

“Good girl,” said Geoff, appreciatively – and to her delight, Niemira saw the approval meter on her screen go up by a significant amount.

Dawn went next. By now, Geoff was having difficulty controlling his own arousal. Dawn clearly didn’t intend to take his whole cock into her mouth, the way that Niemira had done – but when she put his lips on Geoff’s cock, Geoff humped his hips, driving his cock deep down her throat – and then he grabbed her hair, and held her there for three long seconds as she struggled, before letting her go. 

He behaved himself through his “introduction to her tits”, but when she stood to rub her ass and pussy against his cock, he wasn’t satisfied with a brief grind. He pressed his phone, and all five girls felt their pussy get shocked. “Keep grinding, bitch,” he told Dawn, and she unhappily kept wiggling her ass against his cock. A moment later, she gasped in shock, and everyone knew instantly what had happened. Geoff’s cock had penetrated her anus – only slightly, but enough for Dawn’s face to turn red with humiliation and violation. Geoff just sighed with happiness – and then pushed her away.

“Okay, sister – or should I say ‘Sugar Kitty’,” said Geoff. “It’s your turn.”

Caity looked away. “Fuck you,” she said. “I’m your sister. I’m not doing this. It’s gross.”

“I don’t want to fuck you, you stupid bitch,” said Geoff. “You’re right, it’s gross. I just want to humiliate you – and the fact you don’t want to do is exactly why I’m making you do it. This is for when I had to miss Jack’s birthday because I had to stay home and babysit you. This is for when you blamed me for dad’s whiskey being missing when it was you who drank it. This is for every time you’ve used up all the hot water in the shower. Come here and kiss my dick.”

“No!” said Caity again. 

Geoff pressed his phone. All five girls got a shock.

Caity still did nothing.

They got another shock. 

On Niemira’s screen, “Sir’s Approval” dropped slightly.

Niemira suddenly knew what she had to do. Caity was behaving just like Sherbet Giggles. She was being a bitch. She crawled over to Caity, and slapped her hard across the face.

“Do as you’re told,” she hissed.

Caity looked at her in shocked betrayal.

Geoff zapped their cunts again.

Ichika came over. “She’s right, Sugar Kitty,” the pretty Asian girl said. “You have to obey.” And she deliberately lifted up Caity’s shirt to expose her breasts – and then slapped those breasts hard with her hand.

“You’re a dumb slut,” Niemira heard herself say. “Boys should see your tits.”

“Girls are for raping,” agreed Ichika.

Caity tried to pull back and protect their tits – but when Geoff shocked their cunts yet again, it was too much for Niemira. She grabbed a handful of Caity’s hair, and began dragging her friend towards her brother’s cock. Ichika grabbed Caity’s shoulders, and helped. Kicking and struggling, they pulled her over to Geoff. Then Niemira had to slap Caity’s face three times to make her mouth pop open – and when it did, they pushed her down on her brother’s cock. 

No teasing kiss for Caity. She took the whole cock in her mouth – and they held her there, as Geoff, unable to control himself, humped her face for a full twenty seconds.

Then they pulled her off him, rubbed his cock on her tits, and then stood her up.

“Take out her vibrator,” said Geoff. “I want to *really* see her cunt.”

“No!” squealed Caity. “You fuckhead! I hate you!”

“You other girls who haven’t had a turn can do the same,” said Geoff. “Vibrators out. They can go back when I’m done.”

Ichika unclipped Caity’s vibrator, and pulled it out of her cunt, glistening with cunt juices. Then they turned Caity around and backed her up against her brother’s dick.

There wasn’t even a period of teasing. Geoff’s cock slipped straight into his sister’s cunt, balls deep.

Caity screamed, and Niemira had to stuff her hand into her friend’s mouth to muffle her. Geoff didn’t fuck his sister – just stood there with his cock inside her – and then a moment later he pulled out. His face was flushed with arousal, and he had a conflicted expression. He genuinely didn’t want to fuck his sister – and yet this was an intensely erotic experience, his cock was rock-hard, and a cunt was a cunt. Niemira knew that it was a near thing, and he had contemplated just raping his sister until he ejaculated inside her.

They let Caity go, and she fled back to her beanbag, breathing heavily. Then it was Rowena’s turn. She made a face as she took the tip of Geoff’s cock into her mouth. She was tasting the cunts – and asses – of all her friends, plus copious amounts of Geoff’s own lubrication. She then smeared that lubrication all over her own tits.

But when she stood, and turned around, and presented her ass to Geoff, Geoff’s face twisted. He reached out and grabbed her hips.

“*Fuck* your virginity,” he grunted, and pushed his cock into her pussy.

Rowena gasped, and attempted to struggle – but the hypnosis stopped her from really resisting, and Geoff was able to easily keep her in place, as he raped her pussy.

Ichika had her phone held up. She was filming this. She was filming Rowena’s rape. Niemira suddenly felt like she should, too. She pointed her phone at her friend.

“Look at the phones,” instructed Geoff. “Say what you’re thinking, Cinnamon Tickles. Say it out loud.”

Rowena moaned – half a sob, half a noise of lust. “Girls are for raping,” she whispered. Then, louder, “Sluts deserve shame. I’m a dumb cunt. All boys should see my tits. My opinions don’t matter. I don’t deserve clothes. Girls are for raping. Girls are for raping.”

And then, suddenly, Geoff was grunting and shuddering, as he orgasmed and ejaculated into Rowena’s virginal womb. And as he did so, Rowena began to orgasm, too, bucking wildly against his cock, her whole body shivering – until finally, Geoff released her, and Rowena fell to the ground, Geoff’s cum leaking from her pussy.

“I’m giving Cinnamon Tickles a 50% increase in approval,” said Geoff, staggering back to find some place to sit. “And whichever girl licks her pussy clean for me will get the same bonus.”

A 50% increase in approval. That was half a bar. Niemira had never wanted anything more in all the world. She looked at Rowena’s abused cunt, and the trickle of sticky white fluid emerging from it, and pictured sticking her tongue into it. She had never done that before. It was gross. But for a 50% increase in Sir’s Approval? 

What would Sherbet Giggles do? And Niemira realised it didn’t matter what Sherbet Giggles would do, because Niemira would *slap* Sherbet until she did as she was told – which in this case would be licking her friend’s pussy like a good girl.

Niemira rose up to move towards Rowena….

… but she was too late. Ichika was already there, pushing apart Rowena’s legs, licking eagerly at the cum in Rowena’s snatch. Rowena was half-heartedly attempting to push Ichika away, but Dawn grabbed her arms, and then slapped her face until she stopped.

Niemira contented herself with filming Rowena’s cunt-licking – and she noted that Rowena orgasmed again, from Ichika’s tongue.

And when Geoff rose from his seat, and walked over to his sister, and motioned that she should clean his cock with her mouth, this time she didn’t fight him. She just opened her mouth and licked, like a good little Candy Girl.

“All right girls,” said Geoff, as his sister sucked on him. “Vibrators back in. It’s time for us to play another game…”

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Chapters (so far):
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

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Caity’s “Candy Girls” party was a sleepover party, for a small, select group of girls, and when Niemira learned that, an alarm had sounded somewhere in the back of her brain.

But it was an opportunity, she knew – to get advice from other girls trapped in the same cycle of addiction and blackmail as she was, to combine their efforts, to maybe escape from their humiliating predicament.

The “Strip Forfeit” bar in Candy Girls filled just before Niemira was due to go out, and she found herself selecting the last of her comfortable bras to destroy, cutting it up with scissors and dropping the pieces in a bin. She tried to resist – the bra was pretty, and it had not been cheap – but it was that or one of her shirts, and she could go out in public without a bra, but not without a shirt.

She dressed for the party in a short skirt, and her new shirt – the one that said “I”M NOT WEARING PANTIES”. She put her pink sparkly “CUM SLUT” bracelet on her wrist – and then reached between her legs to attach the bell-clamp to her clitoris. It hurt, and she winced – and then blushed, as she took her first steps with the device attached, and heard the small bell jingling between her legs with every step.

She packed an overnight bag, containing several bottles of nutrient juice, a change of T-shirt (“GIRLS ARE FOR RAPING”), her Candy Girls dildo, and her slutty new Candy Girls pyjamas. Plus her phone charger, of course. She pictured being without Candy Girls because her phone had run out of batteries, and shuddered.

She had thought about asking a friend to drive her to Caity’s – maybe Dawn – but she knew the reason she was thinking about that was to avoid the humiliation of catching public transport in her whorish outfit, and as soon as she thought that, the words SLUTS DESERVE SHAME appeared in her brain, and she knew that she couldn’t wimp out just because she was embarrassed.

So she found herself blushingly boarding a public bus, and sitting up the back of the vehicle, knowing everyone could see her T-shirt that advertised her panty-free state. She got out her phone and played Candy Girls to take her mind off her embarrassment. She was getting closer to level 8 – she thought she might reach it soon.

She looked up at one point to see a man openly leering at her. He was turned all the way around in his seat to stare up at her. Niemira blushed, and wished she could vanish.

SLUTS DESERVE SHAME.

This embarrassment was her natural state. It was what she deserved. What would she make Sherbet Giggles do in this situation? She would make Sherbet Giggles show herself off. The little bitch wouldn’t want to, but Niemira would slap her, and then Sherbet would obey. She would show her cunt to this stranger.

Niemira felt her legs parting. She tried to fight it – but the part of her that was in control didn’t want to. Her legs spread – giving the man a perfect view of her nude pussy, with its little jingling-bell accessory.

The man’s smile widened. Niemira blushed, and went back to her game – but she didn’t close her legs.

She felt herself getting wet. Was exposing herself to this stranger really turning her on? Apparently it was. What kind of a slut was she?

She paused her progress in matching candy to slap the little avatar of Sherbet Giggles across the face. Then she slapped her across the tits. Then the face again.

It felt good. This was Sherbet Giggles’ fault. Niemira was having to spread her legs because Sherbet was such a slut. She remembered Sherbet being raped by the masked cartoon man, and wished she could make it happen again. She slapped Sherbet in the tits again, and Sherbet started to cry. It made Niemira feel good.

The bus stopped abruptly, and Niemira realised she was at her destination. She jumped up, and exited quickly, breezing past the man with haste to avoid the possibility that he might grope her as she went by.

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Caity lived in an impressive two-storey house with an extensive basement. When Niemira knocked at the door, there was a long pause before the door opened, and when it did, Caity was hiding behind it, clearly not wanting to show her body to the street.

“Come in,” said Caity – and when Niemira did, she immediately knew why Caity was embarrassed.

Caity was wearing a cute pink cat-collar that said “PET”, and a cat-ear headband that looked pretty against her blonde hair. She was wearing a pink-and-white T-shirt that tightly hugged her tits – clearly Caity was also going without a bra – and which bore the words, “Bimbo Fucktoy”.

But below the waist, Caity was naked. Her shaved, nude pussy was completely exposed, as was her pert ass. There was something lodged between Caity’s ass-cheeks, and Niemira realised it was a pink fuzzy cat-tail, attached to a butt plug that was lodged in Caity’s.

A white name-tag sticker had been affixed to Caity’s shirt. It read “SUGAR KITTY”.

Caity passed a sticker to Niemira, and a black pen. “Here, write your Candy Girls name on it, and follow me to the basement,” she said.

Niemira balked for a minute. Sherbet Giggles? That was her *avatar’s* name. It wasn’t Niemira’s name! Sherbet Giggles was a slut who deserved to be slapped, and Niemira was…

Niemira experienced a moment of dizziness. Her cunt was so wet. She shouldn’t have shown it to that man on the bus. What had she been thinking?

Caity was already vanishing downstairs, so Niemira quickly wrote SHERBET GIGGLES on her sticker, affixed it to her shirt, and followed her.

The basement space was large, and cosy. It was Caity’s bedroom and private space, away from her parents, with only one door that accessed it, which Caity could lock from the inside. It held her double bed, a TV, a computer, and a pile of beanbags and cushions that now held her friends and fellow Candy Girls.

Dawn was there. Her ash-blonde hair was in pigtails. She wore a tight blue shirt that read “CUNT”, and which only came down to just below her nipples, leaving her underboob and midriff exposed. She was wearing a short skirt, which puffed up oddly, and Niemira realised that Dawn must be wearing a diaper underneath it, as she had been in the humiliating photo that had done the rounds at school. Her name tag read “BABY DOLL”, but Niemira immediately thought of Dawn’s nickname at school – “Sex Baby”.

Redheaded Rowena was on another cushion. She was wearing tights, and her shirt was the same as one that Niemira had recently received from Candy Girls, with transparent circular windows over the breasts. She was buxom, and the shirt was tight. Niemira blushed – somehow Rowena looked even more nude with her tits squashed into the shirt and her nipples pressed against the transparent plastic than she would have if she had been entirely topless. Her nametag read “CINNAMON TICKLES”.

The last girl was a dark-haired beauty with a Japanese background. Niemira had never spoken to her before, but knew that Caity was friends with her. Her name was Ichika, and she went to an expensive private school uptown. She and Caity were friends through a shared love of some obscure boy band.

Ichika was wearing a skirt and shirt made of transparent plastic. They were completely see-through, and she had nothing on underneath. Niemira noted that even in such a cheap and whorish outfit, Ichika somehow managed to look elegant and graceful, and she had a sudden moment of jealousy. Ichika’s nametag read “MILKY TREAT”.

Niemira felt a surge of conflicting emotions as she stepped into the room. On one level, seeing these other girls humiliated was a relief. She wasn’t alone. There were other girls going through what she was going through. She may not know why this was happening to her, but it wasn’t because she, and she alone, was a disgusting slut.

But on the other hand, seeing these girls in costumes that they would never have chosen to wear of their own volition just made Niemira realise how she, too, must look to others – like a whore, a bimbo, a fucktoy who wanted to be raped. She wanted to cry, and apologise to everyone for being so whorish.

Instead, she let Caity lead her over to the beanbags and sit her down. She noticed that Caity shut the basement door behind her – but didn’t lock it. 

“Hi, Niemira,” said Rowena shyly.

“No, her name’s Sherbet Giggles,” corrected Caity. “This is a Candy Girls party.”

“Hi, Sherbet!” said Ichika.

Dawn said nothing. Niemira thought Dawn was probably still upset at her from when Niemira had slapped her and made her keep playing Candy Girls when Dawn had wanted to stop. Or maybe just because Niemira had posted nude photos of Dawn online. If she was, it was probably fair.

Niemira mumbled a greeting in response, and settled herself in the beanbag, trying to find a position that didn’t spread her legs and show her pussy to everyone.

“Is this everyone?” asked Rowena.

“Yes, just the five of us,” said Caity. “If there are other girls in school playing Candy Girls, I don’t know about them yet. But this is a good group, right?”

The girls signalled their agreement.

Caity paused, as if thinking what to say, and then began.

“So my name is Sugar Kitty,” said Caity.

“Hi Sugar Kitty!” said Ichika, enthusiastically, and the other girls, not knowing what else to do, joined in as a chorus. “Hi, Sugar Kitty!”

“Hi, everyone,” smiled Caity. “And thank you for coming to my party. So, uh, as you all know by now, Candy Girls is kind of addictive and, uh, a bit embarrassing.” She blushed. “I’m really sorry to those of you who I got hooked.”

Niemira bit her lip. “A bit embarrassing” was an epic understatement – and it had been Caity who introduced the game to Niemira. She wanted to be angry at Caity – but she also knew that if Candy Girls told her to get another girl hooked on it, Niemira would do exactly that, to avoid the humiliating consequences of disobedience.

“So – what level is everyone up to?” asked Caity.

‘Level seven,” said Niemira.

“Eight,” said Ichika – Milky Treat – and Niemira winced, wondering if she would be required to be basically nude in only one more level.

“Seven,” said Rowena – Cinnamon Tickles.

“Ten,” said Dawn – Baby Doll.

“Well, I’m at thirteen,” said Caity. “A little further along than you, and the game asked me to throw a party for my Candy Girls friends so we could all get closer.”

Niemira felt the first stirrings of unease. The party had been the *game’s* idea? Why? 

“So you’re all past level six, so you’ve all received your vibrators, right?” asked Caity. She held her own vibrator up as she did so – it was bright pink, but otherwise looked exactly like Niemira’s.

The girls blushed – but agreed that they had. Rowena held hers up – it was a dark red. Ichika’s was black. Dawn’s was blue. Niemira’s own was purple.

“And you’ve all been good Candy Girls and worked on keeping Sir’s approval topped up, right?” Caity continued.

They nodded that they had. Niemira herself was careful to regularly slap Sherbet Giggles and feed her nutrient juice, to keep her nude and crying, so that Sir would approve.

“And we all know – as we wish we’d known before we started – that the game is hypnotising us, and changing our thoughts, and obtaining nude photos from us, and progressively making our lives more embarrassing?” Caity continued.

They definitely did know that – although Niemira gasped a little to hear someone say it out loud, and heard the other girls gasp too.

“So, uh…” continued Caity. “Do you know about the nutrient juice yet? I can’t remember what level I learned that at.”

“What do you mean?” asked Ichika. Rowena and Niemira were similarly confused, but Dawn just looked unhappy and said, “I do.”

“Okay,” said Caity. “And then, I guess, the thing i wanted to tell you about is the thing I just learned about when I hit level 13…”

Just then, the door to the basement banged open, and a man walked through. He looked to be about 20 – a couple of years older than the girls – and he had short-cropped hair, a stubbly chin, and a smug shit-eating grin on his face.

The girls squealed. Ichika and Rowena tried to cover the parts of their body that were exposed. Caity just squeezed her legs together and put her hands in her lap, hiding her pussy as best she could, and looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

“What the fuck?” Niemira swore, backing away from the door.

“This is my brother, Geoff,” said Caity.

“That’s right,” said the man. He closed the basement door behind him – and locked it – and then, very deliberately, unzipped his pants, and extracted his cock. It was hard, and the end was glistening with pre-cum. 

The girls made faces, and looked away.

“Caity, what’s going on?” asked Niemira.

“My slut sister was just about to tell you a little secret of your slutty candy game,” said Geoff, approaching the group, his naked cock twitching in front of him. “You see, you’re all playing the regular version of the game…”

He took a phone out of his pocket, and held it up to them. It was running an app, a little like Candy Girls – but the title screen was different.

“… but a few lucky guys got invited to install a *better* version of the game,” he continued. “Candy Girls: Bitchmaster.”

He swiped the screen, and a video appeared. It was of Ichika, nude, masturbating, and saying, “I’m a silly little slut who wants to be raped.”

“In Bitchmaster you get sent photos and video and you play games with them,” said Geoff. “And a few days ago, I got this video, and it asked me to work out who the girl was. And I recognised her straight away as my sister’s whore friend Ichika – or should I say, ‘Milky Treat’.”

“What?” gasped Ichika. “You saw that video? Please – you have to delete it!”

Geoff ignored her. “And because I identified her so quickly, I won a prize – in this case, a harem party.”

“Noo….” moaned Rowena.

“That’s right, sluts,” laughed Geoff. “My prize is you. And my slut sister here helped bring you here as my reward.” 

He was now standing so close to Niemira that if she turned her head, his cock would bump her face. She looked down, and tried to pretend that her cunt wasn’t pulsing with sudden, slutty need. She was humiliated – but sluts deserved to be humiliated, didn’t they?

“I’m sorry, everyone,” said Caity.

“Shut up, sis,” said Geoff. “Now, get out those vibrators, bitches. It’s time for you all to play some Candy Girls.”

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Niemira woke at 4 am on the morning of the party, to find that she wasn’t in her bed.

She was on her knees, in the dark, and there was something in each of her hands, and something filling her pussy – which was wet, and throbbing.  She realised she was completely naked – and there was a light coming from beneath her.  

The light was her phone.  It was placed between her legs, looking directly up at her nude cunt, and it was filming.  Not just filming – streaming, live, over the internet, to some site she had never heard of.  “Nude Candy XXX.”  

And it hadn’t just been streaming.  In her left hand she held the butt of the Candy Girls dildo, which she had apparently been eagerly fucking in and out of her twat.

She let go of the dildo, as if it were dirty, and it slid out of her pussy and fell to the floor with a thump.  She wiped her hand (covered in her own cunt honey) on her tits to clean it off, and then quickly deactivated the phone.

Had she done that – set her phone to film her own pussy?  In her sleep?  The thought horrified her – but if she had, she knew how it had happened.  Candy Girls.

She had something in her other hand too, but with the phone turned off, the darkness was now complete.  She put whatever it was down, carefully, and turned the phone back on.

By the light of the phone flashlight, she could see that she was in the living room of her house, kneeling near the wall, next to the same table where she had first played Candy Girls.  The item in her hand had been… a thick red crayon?  Where had she found that?

And then she saw what she had been doing with it.

Written on the cream-painted wall of the living room, in large red letters, were the words, “I AM A DUMB SLUT.  BOYS SHOULD SEE MY TITS.”

Niemira panicked.  She ran to the kitchen sink to get a washcloth, and began to wipe at the wall frantically – but the words wouldn’t come off.  Whatever kind of crayon this was – and she suspected now it had come from her mother’s art and craft supplies – it was water resistant.  The words were going to have to be painted over.

There was no way she could get them off the wall.  In a couple of hours, her parents would wake up, and see the words, and then they would have questions for her – questions Niemira couldn’t answer, because she couldn’t tell anyone about Candy Girls, or what it had done to her.

She made a whimpering sound as she stared at the confession of her whorishness on the wall.  Without even thinking about it, she picked up the dildo and began to work it back into her cunt.  Everything felt better when she was masturbating.

Then her eyes settled on an answer.  Just down the wall stood a waist-height cabinet that held the good plates and dishes.  It was just high enough to cover all the words – Niemira had been kneeling as she wrote them, after all.  

Still masturbating – and not even aware she was doing it – Niemira walked to the cabinet, and tried to push it.  To her immense gratitude, it was relatively light, considering the burden of dinnerware inside it, and she was able to slowly inch it down the wall until it completely obscured the obscene crayon scrawl.

She thought she could convince her mother that moving the cabinet was something she had done on a whim.  She thought she could convince her mother to leave it there, and not try and move it back (which would reveal what Niemira had written).  She thought she might get away with it.

But she also knew that from now on, whenever she looked at that cabinet, she would know what it concealed.  And she would picture those words.  And know how truly she deserved them.

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She would have to dress when her mother woke up, to explain her sudden urge to redecorate, but there was a couple of hours before then that she could use to lie naked in bed and masturbate while playing Candy Girls.

However, when she opened her phone, she found herself instead going to her favourite social media profile, and typing in the words, “I am a dumb slut.  My opinions don’t matter.”  

Her eyes widened as she watched herself press “POST”, and saw the message go live to all of her friend.  She scrambled to delete it – and to her relief, she was able to do so.

Memories began trickling back, and she started to realise exactly what had happened.

She had fallen asleep last night playing Candy Girls, with her headphones on her ears, and her dildo in her cunt, alternately buzzing pleasurably and shocking her viciously.  Some time around midnight she had reached Level 7, and the bonus round had appeared.

“GOOD GIRL” had come the voice in her headphones, and once again Niemira had orgasmed just from hearing those words.  It had told her to upload a video of herself nude, her face clearly visible, spreading her cunt lips open and calling herself a “dumb slut” – and she had done that.  Then: “Watch the Candy Girls video, then enter your reward code.  60% chance of success, 40% chance of forfeit.”

Those were bad odds – the worst it had offered her yet – but what else could she do?  Her mind had gone blank as she watched the chaotic, hypnotic snow on her phone screen, and when she emerged from her trance she had entered her code-word obediently – “Rape-Cow”.

The response had been immediate.  “FORFEIT!  YOU WERE UNLUCKY!”  And then just a simple set of three words: “CONFESS YOUR WHORISHNESS”.

Now, Niemira had a sinking feeling in her stomach.  She scrolled back through her social media – and was relieved to find no other embarrassing declarations.  Then she checked her messaging – and there it was.  A little before 1 am, she had messaged Tyler Gabarden – a boy she hated – with the simple text, “I masturbate to thoughts of being raped.”

The app indicated he had seen it.

He hadn’t replied.

She felt sick – ashamed, guilty, humiliated, dirty.

There was only one thing to do when she felt like this – switch her brain off, masturbate, and play Candy Girls.  So she did.

And when the screen overflowed with candy, and the nasty dildo in her cunt gave her its agonising zaps, she knew she deserved them.

“Should I wear clothes?”  ZZAP.

“Should I say no to boys?”  ZZAP.

“Should I ask boys to cum in my mouth?”  A deep, pleasant buzz – and she let herself orgasm.

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The conversation with her mother about the cabinet was embarrassing and awkward – but Niemira got away with it . Afterwards she retired to her room to play more Candy Girls.  She could have worn clothes to do it, but it felt better to do it nude, so she stripped and lay naked on her bed.  

At some point she heard her parents leave the house, on some errand or other.

She took a cruel pleasure in slapping Sherbet Giggles to get her to behave in the game.  Around noon, the game announced that Sherbet was due for more visitors, and showed Niemira another set of potential guests – an older man holding a whip, a ski-masked rapist, and a big titted bimbo prostitute.  This time Niemira picked the rapist – and to her mixed horror and delight, the rapist did indeed slap Sherbet Giggle in the face, rip off the few scanty clothes she was wearing, and begin violently fucking the nude little cartoon avatar in the cunt.

The dildo in Niemira’s pussy went wild when this happened – buzzing furiously, at an intensity she hadn’t known it was capable of – and at the same time repeatedly and painfully shocking Niemira.  She screamed – a short, surprised squeal – but there was no one to here.  She felt herself bucking and writhing, as she watched Sherbet Giggles – who looked so much like Niemira – crying and struggling as the man raped her.  For a moment, Niemira felt that she *was* Sherbet Giggles, and it was *her* who was being raped.

And then, suddenly, Niemira felt herself cumming – and on screen the rapist stiffened, obviously finding his own relief, before pulling his cock out of Sherbet Giggles’ cunt.  White fluid dripped from Sherbet’s pussy onto the floor of her cartoon house, as the little animated slut wept tears of misery.

“You deserve it, you little whore,” whispered Niemira, not knowing why she was saying it.

On screen, text appeared.  “THANK THE RAPIST.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Niemira – and as she did, Sherbet Giggles turned around and licked the rapist’s cock clean with her tongue, before leaning down to lick up the puddle of sperm that had dripped from her pussy.

The game resumed.

A little later, the front doorbell rang, and Niemira went to answer it.  Her pussy wet, and her brain numb with arousal and fear, she didn’t even think about what she was doing until the door was all the way open, and she was looking into the eyes of the delivery boy, and saw them widening in surprise – and lust.

She was nude.  She was completely naked.  She hadn’t put her clothes back on.  Worse, the Candy Girls dildo was still jammed up her pussy, and her inner thighs were slick with her cunt juices.

She squealed, and closed the door again – but then she heard her own voice in her mind.  “SLUTS DESERVE TO BE HUMILIATED.”  And she was a slut.  And she did deserve this.

So she opened the door again.

The delivery boy was about Niemira’s age – maybe a little longer – and his eyes travelled up and down her naked body.  Niemira could see what he was thinking – “What a fuckable whore!” – and she blushed – but at the same time, her hand moved to the dildo in her pussy, and slowly resumed fucking it in and out of her twat.  Sluts deserved to be humiliated.

“A delivery for a Miss Niemira?” said the boy, after clearing his throat awkwardly.

“That’s me,” said Niemira.  The boy scanned a barcode on a large cardboard box, and passed it to her.  

More Candy Girls slutwear, no doubt.  Maybe another delivery of her nutrient drink.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the box, and placing it on the ground inside the house.  Doing so required bending over, which spread her ass cheeks to his gaze.  When she straightened and turned back to him, he was still staring at her.

She felt her pussy throb.

“Slap me,” she heard herself say, and her eyes widened.  Why had she said that?  What was she doing?

But the delivery boy just backed away.  “I… uh, I should go,” he said – and turned and fled, embarrassed by the fucked-up slut who had taken his package.

Niemira felt herself breathing rapidly.  She scooped up the box, closed the door, and ran back to her bedroom.

Why had she said that to the boy?  Had she really wanted him to slap her?  It was what she deserved, she knew – only, why did she know that?  Why did she deserve it?  (Because she was a slut, of course.)  

She pictured the boy slapping her.  Stepping into her house and slapping her again.  Making her *do* things, the way she made Sherbet do things when she slapped the cartoon girl.  Ripping off her clothes like the rapist, forcing her down, shoving his cock into her pussy while she cried…

Her body shook, as she orgasmed powerfully.  Her cunt spasmed, and she felt female ejaculate squirt from her twat and spatter over the cardboard box and the floor.

What was happening to her?  What was she becoming?  She didn’t know, but she knew she had to get down on all fours and lick up her girl-cum, so she did.

The box did indeed prove to hold several new pieces of clothing, plus a few bottles of nutrient juice.  One was a tight black shirt with white writing that read “I CUM FROM RAPE”.  Another was a pink shirt with a sexualised silhouette of a big-titted girl in a skirt, with the words “I’M NOT WEARING PANTIES”.  A third, white shirt had no picture or words at all – just two circles of transparent plastic over the breasts, that would clearly show her tits to the world.

There was also a little bell, on a length of red ribbon that ended with a clamp.  She was initially unsure what this was for, until she found a photo in the box.  The clamp connected to her clitoris.  The bell would hang between her legs, just level with the hem of her skirt, and jingle as she walked.

Lastly there was a pair of fuzzy felt pyjamas.  Niemira initially felt excited about these, because they looked normal and chaste.  But when she looked closer, she realised that the shirt portion of the pyjamas had no buttons, and would not close in the front, while the pants were too wide around the waist and had no elastic, and would have to be held up with her hand to avoid falling down.  There was also a slit in the crotch, which didn’t expose her pussy, exactly, but through which a hand (or cock) could be slipped to directly access her pussy without removing the pants.

She would take these clothes to the Candy Girls party tonight, she knew.

But there were hours, yet.  Hours in which to play Candy Girls.

It was not long after she returned to the game that the gameplay paused again.  A picture appeared on her screen – a picture of a girl’s spread pussy.  A photo.  The vibrator in her cunt began to buzz intensely again.

There was text above the photo.

“THIS IS YOUR FRIEND CAITY,” it said.  “LOOK AT WHAT A WHORE SHE IS.”

Niemira looked.  The dildo was buzzing insistently.  Niemira moaned, and became aware that she was getting wetter and wetter from staring at another girl’s vagina.  

The photo must have been taken for the Candy Girls game.  The game was sharing it with Niemira.  She felt a twinge of fear – if she could see Caity’s cunt, who was seeing hers?

She felt her orgasm nearing – and then the dildo switched off.  She moaned in frustration.  She put a hand on it, to masturbate herself to her release – and as soon as she touched it, it shocked her.  She jerked her hand away.

“TO ORGASM, BE A GOOD GIRL AND SHARE CAITY’S SHAME,” said the game.  “WHO SHOULD SEE CAITY’S CUNT?”  And then three buttons appeared.  “(1) STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET; (2) HER BROTHER; (3) EVERYONE AT HER SCHOOL.”

Smaller text appeared beneath.  “KEEP STARING, AND AVOID CUMMING, TO KEEP CAITY’S SECRET.”

She knew she shouldn’t press a button.  She shouldn’t humiliate Caity…

… except she should.  Sluts deserved to be humiliated.  And anyway, she needed to cum.

She pressed “(2) HER BROTHER”.

“GOOD GIRL,” said the game, and the dildo buzzed, and Niemira was cumming again.

It occurred to her that she was going to Caity’s house that very night.  Had her brother really seen the photo now?  How would the game know how to send it to him?  

Well, it was installed on Caity’s phone.  And if it could see her phone contacts…

She thought of how humiliated and betrayed Caity would be if her brother saw her cunt.  She thought about what thoughts it might inspire in Caity’s brother.  She thought about Caity knowing that her brother had seen her cunt every time she looked into his eyes, for the rest of her life…

Niemira found herself cumming again, and realised she was looking forward to the next time the game let her betray one of her friends.

“Slap me,” she whispered, not really aware of what she was saying. “Slap me.  I deserve it.  I deserve it…”

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Since she had reached Level 6 of Candy Girls, Niemira was playing it more than ever.

She didn’t *want* to play it as much anymore.  But now she *had* to play it.  Because two new bars had appeared at the top of the Candy Girls screen.

The first said “Strip Forfeit”, and every time it filled up, Niemira felt compelled to go to her wardrobe, find the least-slutty piece of clothing she owned, and cut it up with scissors.  The ripped remains went in the bin.  If she ignored the game entirely, she thought the bar would fill about once a day, although she wasn’t ignoring it, so she couldn’t be sure.  Playing the game decreased the speed at which the bar filled.  She was playing for about four hours every day, and the bar filled near evening of every second day.

She couldn’t buy new clothes – she had tried, and found herself unable to take clothes to a cashier or leave the store with them – so eventually this bar was going to leave her without any modest clothes at all.

The second bar said “Good Girl Reward”, and every time it filled up she received a notification that she had won a new piece of Candy Girls slutwear.  These came in small parcels, delivered via courier, every day or couple of days.  And in accordance with her most recent hypnotic forfeit, Niemira prioritised wearing these over her other clothes.

Some of the first items she had won were a replacement school uniform.  She had shivered when she realised the game knew where she went to school, and what its uniform was.  The new skirt was just a little shorter than the school’s regulation length – but still long enough for her to mostly get away with going without panties.  The new shirt was a little tighter, a little more transparent, and emphasised her tits a little more.  The overall effect looked surprisingly like an official uniform – yet made her seem subtly a little sluttier than the other girls.

She had also won a pair of high heeled shoes that were replacing her regular footwear on most days, a T-shirt that said “GIRLS ARE FOR RAPING”, and a black velvet wristlet with the words “CUM SLUT” picked out on it in delicate silver letters.  She was wearing this every day – she had to – but was mostly able to hide it from close scrutiny by keeping her hands together, her right hand covering the bracelet on her left wrist.

She was avoiding her collection of embarrassing shirts by wearing her school uniform as often as possible.  “Slutty schoolgirl” got her plenty of stares when she was out and about, but it was better than the alternatives.  But her hypnosis wasn’t letting her off too easily.  If she left a piece of clothing unworn for too long, she began feeling a need to wear it, and so yesterday she had walked around the block in her “GIRLS ARE FOR RAPING” shirt, and the day before she had gone to the mall wearing the shirt that had a picture of her cunt on it.  (This was when she had discovered she couldn’t purchase new clothes.)

She was becoming used to only seeing three expressions on people’s faces when they looked at her: lust, disgust, or mockery.  This was her new normal.

She avoided her family entirely, either staying locked in her room, out at school, or out of the house.

The first shipment of clothes had also contained another prize – a sleek purple vibrator, made of smooth plastic, with a couple of shiny metal bands set into its length.  “A new way of controlling Candy Girls!” its box had read, and Niemira remembered that the game had indeed promised her such a thing.

She had blushed to see it, but hadn’t been able to help her curiosity.  She had to try it.  She had taken it to her bedroom, charged it from a USB port, taken a deep drink of her thick white Candy Girls nutrient juice, and then slipped it into her already wet pussy.

It had felt amazing.  The vibrator hummed in her cunt, and it had a flanged attachment that pressed against her clitoris at the same time.  To make things even better, she discovered to her delight that while she was fucking herself with it, her score multiplier in Candy Girls began to rise, and at the same time her “Good Girl Reward” bar was filling more quickly.

But when she lost her first game, and the screen overflowed with candy, she got a nasty surprise.

Words flashed up on the screen: “Should I cover my tits?”

And at the same time, the vibrator delivered a sharp electric shock into her pussy and clitoris.

Niemira screamed in shock.

Before she could react, more words appeared:  “Do I deserve clothes?”

And it shocked her again.

And then, finally, it read: “Boys should see my tits.”

And instead of shocking her, it gave her a deep, reassuring buzz.

Niemira pulled the wicked device out of her frantically, tears welling in her eyes.  She threw it across the bed and looked at it as thought it was a snake.  Her cunt was still twitching from the painful shock.

After a while, she couldn’t help herself, and resumed playing Candy Girls.

But this time when she lost a game, she only got the normal failure message – a picture of her nude, and the words “I’M A DUMB CUNT” – but at the same time, her Strip Forfeit bar filled all the way to full. 

“What?  Why?” asked Niemira, knowing the game wouldn’t reply – and already suspecting the answer.  Numbly, she got up, went to the cupboard, and found a black hoodie she had bought only months ago.  She got her scissors, and cut it into strips.

She went to play another round, to see if the same thing would happen – but she knew it would.  She knew.  There was no point in pretending.  The game had levelled up, and she had to keep up.

Reluctantly, she took the vibrator, and slid it back into her pussy.  And sure enough, when she lost her next game, she had a similar experience.

“Can I think for myself?”  SHOCK.

“Do my opinions matter?” SHOCK.

“I need boys to make my decisions for me.”  Buzzzzzz.

Niemira stared at the screen, weeping, doubled over from the pain in her cunt.  “My opinions don’t matter,” she heard herself say.  And she started another round.

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At school they called her “the Cuntstuffer”.  Callista and Joshua may not have managed to get a photo of her masturbating in the woods, but they were not shy in telling the other students what they had seen.  It became common knowledge that Niemira masturbated in public by shoving her underwear up her twat. 

It became common knowledge, too, that Niemira didn’t wear underwear at school, because Callista’s story prompted the crueller kids – and hornier boys – to make a game of flipping up Niemira’s skirt to see whether she had panties stuffed up her fuckhole.  After the third day in a row of this, people realised that Niemira wouldn’t wear underwear even when people were deliberately exposing her, and then *everyone* started playing.  Any time someone was in arm’s reach of Niemira, she would find her skirt being lifted or twitched to expose her ass and cunt. 

On many days, someone would rip off her skirt entirely, leaving her bare-cunted in the school quadrangle or hallways.  Luckily, there was nothing stopping Niemira bringing spare skirts to school, and she was quickly able to change.

Once, the idea of the whole school seeing Niemira’s twat would have made her feel like dying.  Now, to her humiliation, she was coming to understand this was just what her life would consist of now.  It was natural.  SLUTS SHOULD BE HUMILIATED, said a voice in her head, and she knew deep down that she was a slut.

However, Niemira was slowly becoming aware that she was not the *only* girl at school facing regular embarrassment.  Dawn, who Niemira had forced to continue playing Candy Girls, was now routinely referred to as “Sex Baby”, because she wore her hair in pigtails, sucked on a pacifier, and (rumour said) she wore diapers under her skirt.  Callista’s friend Caity, it was said, was known to stare at the other girls in the changerooms after gym practice, and started masturbating right there in front of them, so they were calling her “Dyke Slut”.  And pretty Rowena, the cheerleader, didn’t seem to be able to close her legs or protect her pussy when a boy was looking at it, and there was a popular game developing at lunchtimes where the boys spread Rowena’s cunt open in the quadrangle as she blushed, and competed to find the grossest or most degrading thing to push into it.

These were all Candy Girls.  They had each received their own forfeits, and those forfeits were fucking up their lives as surely as Niemira’s were.

She dimly recalled that her cousin Liz had played Candy Girls as well.  Checking on Facebook confirmed that yes, Liz was having a similar experience, judging by the fact that she had apparently gotten a boobjob without her parents’ permission and was now sporting fake round EE-cup plastic udders that she looked completely humiliated by. 

She didn’t know if all this made her feel better or worse.  Better, because she wasn’t going through it alone, but worse, because none of these other girls had found a way to escape either, and they filled her with terror for where her own journey with the game might end.

She should talk to them about it, she thought.  They should share experiences.  Compare notes.

But before she could act on that thought, Caity beat her to it.  The gorgeous long-haired slim-bodied blonde cornered Niemira in a corridor as Niemira was trying to rearrange her skirt from its latest disarray.

“Hi Niemira,” she said, blushing.  “Um… I’m having a Candy Girls party tomorrow night.  You play, right?”

“Yes,” said Niemira, also blushing.  She didn’t know why she was blushing.  She had gotten used to the fact that if someone was paying her attention, it was because she was a disgusting slut.

“I was hoping you could come to the party,” said Caity.  “I’d really like you there.”

Every part of Niemira told her to say no.  Nothing about Candy Girls ever turned out to be good for her.

And yet, she couldn’t.  She tingled at the idea of a Candy Girls party in the same way that she yearned to play the game and wear its merchandise.

“Of course,” she said.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

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When the box arrived on Niemira’s doorstep, it was addressed to “Sherbet Giggles”.

She stared at it for a moment, and then quickly picked it up and took it to her bedroom before her parents could see.  She didn’t know what was inside, but she associated Candy Girls with embarrassment now, and she thought she should keep this to herself.

It was only when she got to her bedroom that she realised the implication of the box.  Yes, it must be the prize she had won – an “authentic Candy Girls T-shirt” – but it had come to her *house*.  Candy Girls knew where she lived.

But of course it did.  She had told them.  She had given them her address so they could deliver her prizes.

Nervously, she opened the box.  Sure enough, there were T-shirts inside – not one, but three.  She lifted each out and looked at it in turn. 

The first was black, with the words “RAPE ME” printed across it in large white letters.

The second was soft pink, with a picture of her avatar, Sherbet Giggles on it.  Sherbet was nude, dressed in her dog collar, leash, and nipple clamps.  Niemira blushed at how clearly Sherbet looked like *her* – the same face, the same breast size, the same hairstyle.  Below Sherbet, it said “CANDY GIRL”.

The third shirt was white, and had nothing on it but a photo, centred on the breast area.  It was a photo of Niemira’s spread, naked pussy – the one she had taken in history class.

She blushed, and shuddered, and pushed the disgusting shirts back into the box.

There was something else in the box, though – a six-pack of bottles.  The bottles were baby bottles, plastic with rubber nipples, and each was filled with a white fluid.

Niemira knew what this was.  It was nutrient juice!  It was what Sherbet Giggles drank to increase her points multiplier in Candy Girls.

Curious, she fished one of the bottles out of the box and raised it to her mouth.  She blushed a little at the need to suck on the rubber nipple like a baby, but she was immediately rewarded by a spurt of the white fluid over her tongue.

It was strange – a little like milk, but saltier.  She sucked a little more, then took her mouth off the bottle and stuck out her tongue like Sherbet Giggles did, to show the white liquid in her mouth.

She blushed a little with pride as she did this.  Sherbet Giggles never wanted to drink her nutrient juice.  Niemira always had to slap the little bitch.  But Niemira was drinking her nutrient juice without even being forced to.  She was a *good* girl.

She shuddered, with sudden realisation of what she had just thought.  Why was she so pleased with being a good girl?  What was in this nutrient juice, anyway?  She had no idea, but she was just sucking on it, like…

Like a good girl.

She sucked a little more.  Without even realising it, one hand dipped beneath her skirt, to her panty-less pussy, and began to masturbate.

And as it always did when she got horny, Niemira’s mind turned to Candy Girls. 

Forgetting the box, she sat down on her bed, still masturbating with one hand, and with the other she began to play Candy Girls on her phone.  She only stopped rubbing her pussy to pick up the nutrient juice and suck another mouthful from the nipple.

As always, her session started by slapping Sherbet Giggles in the face, tits and cunt until Sir’s Approval Rating reached maximum.  She fed Sherbet some nutrient juice – noting again how repulsed Sherbet appeared to be by the drink – and then started the process of matching candy.

Each time the screen filled and the game ended, a video of Niemira appeared – bouncing her tits, fingering her pussy, telling the viewer it was okay to rape her.  Videos that Niemira had willingly filmed and sent to the anonymous developers of the game.  And each one had a message for Niemira superimposed over it.

Niemira read each message out loud, automatically, hearing her own voice saying it as she masturbated.

“Brainless cunt,” she whispered.  “Ridiculous fuckdoll.  Slutty bitch.  I deserved to be slapped.”

And then the moment she had been waiting for arrived.  She reached Level 6.

“GOOD GIRL,” said a deep male voice in Niemira’s earphones, and just like that, Niemira orgasmed.

“You are now level 6!” continued the game.  “Sherbet Giggles needs to get out and socialise!  Pick the visitor that Sherbet Giggles deserves!”

The screen showed Sherbet – nude but for her leash and nipple clamps, and visibly blushing – in a bedroom that looked very much like Niemira’s.  There were three visitors queued outside her door. 

One was a good-looking boy with a bunch of flowers.  One was a man in a black ski mask, who looked like a rapist.  And the third was a group of teenagers who looked cruel, as if they would make fun of Sherbet Giggles.

“Sluts should be humiliated,” said Niemira to herself, not realising that she was talking.  “Sluts deserve shame.”

She selected the group of cruel teenagers, and watched as they pushed open the door to Sherbet’s room.  Finding her nude and leashed, they immediately burst out in mocking laughter, and took photos of her.  Sherbet’s blush deepened, and she started to cry.

Niemira looked at it in satisfaction.  This was exactly what Sherbet deserved for being such a slut, and getting Niemira into all this trouble.  She noted with pleasure that Sherbet’s humiliation was raising Sir’s Approval Rating.

And then the words appeared that always thrilled Niemira, even knowing what she now knew about the app:  “BONUS ROUND APPROACHES!”

“Win real prizes on the Wheel of Candy!’ said the game.  “To play the bonus round, upload a video of you nude, outdoors, in daylight, masturbating using every pair of panties you own, and then mailing the soiled panties to Candy Girls at your own cost!  Every girl who plays earns an exciting new way to control Candy Girls – and lucky winners get valuable bonus prizes!”

Niemira shivered.  In the past the game had just wanted a photo of her tits or her pussy, or a short video.  This was more significant.  And she would be giving away all her panties!

But she couldn’t wear panties anymore, could she?  She was beginning to understand that the game’s hypnotic compulsion was permanent, and that panties were simply not a part of her life anymore.

And she was curious about the new way of controlling the game.  And the prizes.

She had to think about how to do it.  Outside, in daylight, was tricky.  She couldn’t use her own backyard – her parents were home, and would be able to see her out of any window.

She thought about a park, but the local parks were open, with little concealment.

In the end she settled on a nature reserve some distance from her house.  It was a large area of forest, criss-crossed with hiking trails.  The trails themselves were barely used, and Niemira thought if she went off them into the forest, she could find an area where no one would see her.

She gathered up all her panties – she had a lot of them! – and stuffed them into a backpack.  She took a couple of bottles of nutrient juice too, pausing to take another sip from one, and wrapped them in the embarrassing T-shirts to stop condensation dripping into her backpack.  Then she set out for the nature reserve by bus.

It felt so slutty to be sitting on public transport, planning to do what she was going to do when she got off.  She felt as if everyone on the bus must know she was going to go strip naked and masturbate in the forest.  The embarrassment made her pussy wet, and that just made her even more embarrassed.  She wished she could masturbate, but she wasn’t *that* much of a slut.  She wished she could play Candy Girls, but she couldn’t until she completed the bonus round requirements.

She got off at the nature reserve.  The hiking trail which wound through the tall trees of the forest was almost completely empty.  With no sign of any other living soul as she walked along it, she gave in to temptation, reached under her skirt, and started to rub her pussy as she walked.  She was surprised and shocked at how incredibly wet she was.

On an impulse, she brought her fingers to her mouth, dripping with fuckhoney, and licked them.  It tasted good, and despite the blush that her slutty behaviour brought to her cheeks, she repeated the action, licking another load of slut juice off her fingers.  It reminded her of licking the chair clean of her pussy juices on the very first day she had played Candy Girls.

She reached into her pack and brought out a bottle of nutrient juice, and began to suck at the rubber nipple of the bottle even as she continued to masturbate with her free hand.

When she had gone far enough along the path – an arbitrary distance, but far enough that she could no longer hear the noises of the main road – she picked an area where she felt unlikely to get lost, and wandered off the trail.  She weaved between trees, climbing over logs, until she was mostly out of sight of the path.  She didn’t want to go further, for fear that she wouldn’t find her way back.  A person looking in just the right direction would still be able to see her – but what were the chances of that?

Crouching behind a log, she began to undress.  Her dress came over her head in one easy motion.  She was wearing neither bra nor panties, and the outdoor air brought goosebumps to her nude skin.  She kicked off her shoes and socks, and knelt completely nude on the dirt of the forest floor.

Part of her couldn’t believe she was being so whorish.  She was completely naked in a public place.  But part of her was thrilled by it.  It was naughty, and illicit… and sexy.  Besides, she was so wet, she *wanted* to play with her pussy.  She *needed* it.

She found a comfortable place to sit with her legs spread, her dress spread under her ass as a cushion.  She set up her phone between her legs, angled to capture the entirety of her naked form from her cunt up to her face, and set it to record.  Then she opened her bag and began to pull out her panties.

Each pair of panties was used to rub her cunt, from her clitoris down to her fuckhole.  She would wipe it slowly up and down her gash, enjoying the feel of the material – the smoothness of satin soft against her skin; the rough rasp of lace over her clitoris; the textured feeling of cotton.  She would tease herself with each one until the fabric was wet, and then push them up inside her fuckhole to properly soak them, flicking her clitoris three times while each was within her.  Then she would pull them out and put them into the plastic bag she had brought for this purpose.

After the first couple, the feeling of a single pair of panties inside her pussy wasn’t enough, and she would leave each pair within her as she started on the next one, stuffing four, five, six, or even seven pairs of underwear into her cunt at once, before pulling them all out together.

She orgasmed before she was halfway through, and in a moment of clarity she realised that her cunt juices had been soaking into her dress through her slutty performance.  She was going to have to go home in a dress soaked in her own slut nectar.  But then she started masturbating with the next pair of panties, and she didn’t care anymore.

At some point she closed her eyes, tuning out the world, just enjoying the slutty masturbation.  She didn’t open them again until she heard the laughter.

Laughter.  Cruel, mocking laughter.  And very close.

Her eyes shot open.  Her hand froze between her legs, and her knees instinctively came together to hide her pussy.

There were three teenagers standing directly in front of her.  Worse, they were three teenagers she *knew*.  They were from her school.

In front was Callista, rich and popular, the Queen Bee of her grade.  Behind her was Joshua – handsome and fit, but undeniably a bully and a dickhead.  And the third was Caity – one of Niemira’s friends, and the girl who had introduced her to Candy Girls in the first place.

They were staring at her as she sat there nude and masturbating, and they were sniggering.

“Wow, Niemira,” said Callista.  “Are you this much of a slut-pig *all* the time?”

Niemira made an incoherent sound.  She was mortified.  She wanted to die.  She jumped to her feet, and ran, looking for a place to hide.

“I thought you *wanted* us to see!” called out Joshua as she ran away.  “Nice tits, Niemira!”

Their laughter followed her as she scuttled away, but mercifully, they let her go.  She found a large tree with a hollowed-out base nearby, and she cringed in its shadow, hoping that they’d go away, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

She couldn’t believe people she *knew* had seen her masturbating.  She would never live it down.  They would know she was a slut *forever*.

And more than anything, she wanted to touch her pussy.  She knew if she just flicked her clitoris, right now, she could cum.  And that fact made her hate herself even more.

The teenagers did not leave, though.  They remained in the spot where Niemira had been playing with her pussy.

“God, look at the puddle on her dress,” she heard Callista say.  “What a fucking whore.”

“You should have taken a photo, Josh,” said Caity.  “Sluts should be humiliated.  Sluts deserve shame.”

Niemira shuddered.  She knew where Caity was getting those words – from Candy Girls.  She could hear them in her own mind even now, and knew that Caity was right.  She *was* a slut.  She *did* deserve to be humiliated.

“Hey Niemira,” yelled Josh, to the general area.  “Come back and show us your fuckhole some more.”

“I’m going to tell everyone that you were fingering your twat in the woods like some kind of animal,” called out Callista.  “Unless you come back and let Josh take photos.”

Niemira stayed where she was.  She knew Callista wouldn’t honour that bargain.  Callista was the kind of girl for whom cruelty came naturally and unavoidably. 

But the idea of posing in front of Josh, of deliberately *letting* him take photos of her naked pussy, was too much.  She couldn’t help herself.  She spread her pussy with her hand, and ran a single finger over her clitoris, and just like that, she orgasmed.  She had to press her hand into her mouth to keep silent as she bucked and twitched with people only a few dozen metres away.

She cried with shame at her own sluttiness, but she did that quietly, too.

It didn’t take long for her three tormentors to grow bored.

“Come on, let’s finish the hike,” said Callista.

“We should take her dress,” said Caity.

“Gross, it’s covered in slut mess,” said Callista.  “I’m not touching it.”

“It’s okay, I will,” said Caity. 

And Niemira had a sudden intuition in her head.  Somehow she knew – *knew* – that when Caity was alone, she would lift the patch that Niemira had soaked with her cunt juices to her mouth, and lick at it, while masturbating. 

How did Niemira know that?  Was that something that *she* would do in the same circumstances?  Would she do it in the future, if she kept playing Candy Girls? 

She thought she would.

She waited for the voices to move away, up the hiking trail, and then waited another ten minutes before returning to where she had been masturbating.  Her backpack was still there, along with the bag of panties.  Her phone was still propped up, and recording – its position had concealed it from view.  But her dress was gone.

She moaned with horror, but she had a task to finish.  She sat back down – this time directly on the dirt, with sticks and twigs poking into her buttocks, and finished masturbating with the last few pairs of panties.  She didn’t cum again, and she finished the exercise flushed, still horny, and wet-cunted.

Later, she would pack the panties into the box that her shirts had come in, and send it back to the return-address on the label.  But for now, she opened Candy Girls, and uploaded the video of her humiliation.

“GOOD GIRL” said the app, and Niemira almost orgasmed again from hearing it.  Then: “Watch the Candy Girls video, then enter your reward code.  75% chance of success, 25% chance of forfeit.”

She put on her headphones, and settled in, still nude, to watch the hypnotic video.  The staticky fuzz started to play, and she felt her mind go pleasantly blank.

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When she was aware again, the shadows had changed.  It was later in the day.  She must have been there for nearly an hour – and, yes, she had been masturbating the whole time.  There was no sign that anyone further had seen her – but how would she know?  People might have been photographing her for the entire period.

But she had her prize word in her brain.  She typed it into Candy Girls – “cum-toilet”.

She had been hoping for a prize, but instead the other sound played – the one that filled her with horror and regret.  It was a sad trombone, and the game said “FORFEIT!  YOU WERE UNLUCKY!”

On the screen, Sherbet Giggles was unwrapping a package.  She took out a shirt from inside it, held it up to the camera, and then proudly put it on, covering her nipple-clamped tits.  The front of the shirt showed a cartoon image of Niemira herself, nude, her legs spread, her tits big and slutty, masturbating.  It had words on it – “NIEMIRA IS A WHORE”.

“GOOD SLUTS WEAR CANDY GIRLS CLOTHES!” said the game voice.  “As a result of your forfeit, you will now be required to prioritise official Candy Girls merchandise in your wardrobe!”

Niemira thought about the three slutty shirts that were even now stuffed into her backpack, and mewled in horror.

But she would need to wear them anyway, wouldn’t she?  She had no other clothes.  She couldn’t wear panties, and Caity had stolen her dress.

She pulled them out of her bag and looked at them.  The first said “RAPE ME”.  The second was effectively a nude cartoon picture of her in a collar, leash and nipple clamps.  And the third was a photo of her own cunt.

None of them came down much further than the bottom of her cunt.  They were shirts, not dresses.  She tried wrapping one around her waist as a makeshift skirt, but they weren’t quite big enough.

She would have to catch a bus home like this.  She judged that as her best chance of getting home safely.  She couldn’t ring anyone and ask for a lift – she would have to explain what had happened.  And she didn’t dare take a taxi – there wasn’t a taxi driver alive that she trusted to take a nude girl home from a nature reserve without taking advantage of her.  A bus at least was public – vastly more humiliating, yes, but safer.

Given the circumstances, she was going to have to wear the third shirt, with the picture of her cunt.  On another day, she could pass the “RAPE ME” shirt off as a tribute to the band Nirvana, perhaps – but not when it was the only thing she was wearing.  And the picture of her wearing nipple clamps and a collar would only give people ideas.

She pulled the embarrassing shirt on.  It was tight over her tits, and her nipples poked against the fabric visibly.  The bottom kept wanting to ride up to her waist, forcing her to keep tugging it down to cover her pussy and ass as best as possible.

The long walk back to the road felt so wrong.  Her mind kept telling her that she wasn’t dressed, and that she needed to put some clothes on.  The feeling of the wind on her pussy felt slutty and unnatural. 

When she got to the road, she took a seat at the bus stop, and draped the shirt with the picture of Sherbet Giggles over her lap for extra coverage.  But when the bus finally arrived, she had to stand, blushing even deeper now.

The man driving the bus took a long look at her as she got on.  He stared pointedly at her tits – and the photograph displayed across them – and then looked downward, at her groin.  Niemira squirmed, paid her fare, and got on the bus.

It was full.  Every seat had someone sitting in it.  They all stared at her.  They stared at the photo of her cunt.  They stared at her nipples poking against the tight fabric.

She tried to turn around and get off again, but the bus had already started moving.  She had to reach up and grab a handrail – and when she did, the shirt pulled up.

Her cunt was exposed.  Her ass was exposed.  To maybe thirty people, complete strangers, on a bus.  And they could all see she was wet.  They could all see the sticky ropes of fuckhoney connecting her cunt lips. 

Some stared.  Some turned away in disgust.  Niemira wanted to lower her hands to cover her pussy, but the motion of the vehicle meant she had to keep her hands raised, holding onto the straps hanging from the overhead rails. 

It was on that long voyage home, as Niemira let the strangers stare at her slutty, exposed pussy, that she came to an important realisation.

She was a slut.

This simply didn’t happen to nice girls.  They didn’t end up half-naked on a bus with strangers staring at their fuckhole.  It was only happening to Niemira, because of the choices Niemira had made and the things she had done.

She was a slut.  She wasn’t a nice girl.  She was a slut.

Sluts deserved to be ashamed.  She deserved this.

She made eye-contact with a 30-something man at the back of the bus.  He had his phone out.  He was taking a photograph of her.

Unable to process the humiliation for one moment longer, Niemira closed her eyes, and dreamed of playing Candy Girls.

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She just couldn’t wear panties.

She had tried a dozen ways – doing it with her eyes closed, pretending they weren’t really panties, sneaking them up on herself.  She had even, one embarrassing morning at school, asked her best friend Dawn to help her put them on.

But her body balked every time.  Her hands refused to pull the underwear up her legs to fit snugly over her pussy.  When Dawn tried to help her – and it had certainly been embarrassing to have the pretty redheaded cheerleader kneeling down to pull her panties up towards her naked cunt – she had freaked out, and started kicking and pushing at Dawn until her friend had given up.

She just couldn’t wear panties.  Candy Girls had said she wasn’t allowed to, and that was that.  Whatever hypnotic commands Niemira had been receiving from the game’s weird staticky videos were firm that Niemira would not be wearing underwear below the waist.

And so Niemira had done her best to get used to it.  The school dress code mandated skirts for girls, so all she could do was do her best to walk demurely, sit demurely, and keep her skirt from blowing up from any sudden gusts of wind.  The knowledge that she was sluttily bare-cunted was constantly in her mind, making her blush furiously in the most innocent of situations, and she spent most of her time anticipating that she would be discovered, and that the whole school would see that she was deliberately flaunting her nude fuckhole.

Worse, constantly thinking about her pussy was having an effect on her.  She was regularly *wet* down there.  By lunchtime there would be a round damp spot on the back of her skirt from where she had sat on it.  It was embarrassing enough that Niemira had taken to pulling her skirt out from under her whenever she could get away with it, and sitting with her bare cunt against the plastic or metal of the seat.  She left a wet patch there, too, of course, but it was less likely to be spotted.

A couple of times the thought had occurred to her that there was no end in sight for this – that going without panties might literally be a *forever* thing – and that thought was so scary she had backed away from it almost immediately.

Instead, she played more Candy Girls, which was always excellent at taking her mind off things.

She knew she should stop, of course.  Candy Girls had gotten her into this mess.  But it was addictive…

Level 4 had introduced a new mechanic into the game.  A box had popped up, labelled “Sir’s Approval”, with a percentage showing underneath.  The approval slowly declined as Niemira spent time away from the game.  The lower the approval, the less points she got for each combo in the game.  However, she could raise the number by dressing Sherbet Giggles in new clothes, feeding her “nutrient juice”, or slapping her.  Niemira now started most sessions of the game by spending a few minutes slapping Sherbet’s tits, face or pussy until Sir’s Approval was high enough to earn some decent points.

Niemira’s slutty little avatar was spending most of her time crying now, but Niemira associated those tears with high scores and exciting rewards.  Grinding from level 4 to level 5 was a lot slower than previous levels, so Niemira really needed that high approval score.

She played in the mornings and the evenings, usually sitting in her bedroom with the door closed.  She played with one hand, and she often discovered when she put the phone down that she had been masturbating with the other without even realising it, fingerfucking her pussy as she matched candy on screen.  It was often a sudden and surprising orgasm that brought her attention back to the real world and gave her the opportunity to stop.

Each success and scoring combo in the game made her wetter.  And when the candy overflowed the screen, triggering the fail state, she would look at a brief video of herself bouncing her tits, or spreading her cunt – videos that she herself had submitted – and move her lips along with the words it was showing her on the screen.

“BRAINLESS CUNT,” it told her again and again, and Niemira said it out loud.  “Brainless cunt.”

But there were other suggestions too.  “SLUTS SHOULD BE HUMILIATED.”  “SLUTS DESERVE SHAME.”  “MAKE FUN OF WHORES.”  “SLUTS PLAY CANDY GIRLS.”

After her embarrassing encounter in History class, Niemira tried to avoid playing the game during school hours.  But she couldn’t entirely resist, and spent most of her lunch breaks locked in a stall in the girls’ toilets, furiously masturbating and playing Candy Girls.

In classes, she was having trouble.  Formerly a dedicated student, now the answers to questions just drifted out of her brain.  She could rarely do the work she was assigned.  Concentrating was an effort.  On many papers, she just spend her time drawing cartoonish pictures of Sherbet Giggles, not even realising that the Sherbet she was drawing was nude, or remembering that Sherbet looked like herself.

On Wednesday night she found herself reading an online news article about a rape victim, a girl a few suburbs over who had been assaulted in a nightclub.  Without knowing why she was doing it, Niemira navigated to the comments section, and typed, “She totally deserves.  She looks like a total slut.”

Niemira stared at the comment in horror as it published.  Why had she typed that?  She didn’t believe those words.  It was a horrible thing to say.

But she knew why she had typed it.  SLUTS SHOULD BE HUMILIATED.  MAKE FUN OF WHORES.

Candy Girls had done this to her.  Candy Girls was doing things to her brain.  She had to stop playing.  She just had to.

Through a supreme effort of will, Niemira avoided immediately picking up her phone and dealing with her fear by playing Candy Girls.  Instead, she put her phone in a drawer in the lounge room, so it would be out of reach, and went to bed.

The next morning, she had a surge of panic.  She hadn’t played last night.  Sir’s approval rating would be dropping! 

But she remembered the words she had typed, words that had come from a dark place within her that she was ashamed of, and she managed to avoid opening the game.  She put her phone in her schoolbag without looking at it, and went to class.

But when she arrived at school, something was wrong.  People were standing in groups of two or three, looking at their phones, and sniggering.  The boys seemed highly amused.  The girls seemed disgusted.

Niemira drifted over to a group of two boys – Joshua and Brett – and a girl – Callista.  “What’s up?” she asked.

“Haven’t you seen the picture?” asked Callista.

“It’s so good,” sniggered Joshua.

“No?” said Niemira, confused.

“I’ll send it to you,” said Callista.

Niemira got her phone out of her bag, and looked at the message Callista had sent, resisting the urge to automatically open Candy Girls.

It was a picture of her friend Dawn.  In it, Dawn was naked, except for an adult diaper.  She had her red hair done up in pigtails.  One hand was frantically squeezing her large, naked tits.  The other was diving down the front of the diaper to rub her pussy.  She was drooling.

Niemira’s mouth opened in an “O” of horror.

“Someone sent this to social media accounts of a whole bunch of people in the school last night,” said Joshua.  “It’s fantastic.  She looks like a fucking whore!”

“There’s more, too,” said Callista, sending Niemira another picture.  In this one, Dawn was naked, and using her fingers to spread her pussy open for the camera.  The words “RAPE ME” were written in black marker across her tits.  She was visibly aroused.

Niemira had a sudden horrible suspicion where these pictures had come from.

“Doesn’t she look like some kind of sex-animal?” laughed Brett.

“More like a whore-baby!” said Callisata, and everyone chuckled.

“She is never going to live this down!” gloated Joshua.  “Jesus, she’s a fucking whore.  I bet she’s been fucking half the school, if she acts like this.  Whore-Baby Dawn.”

“Um… I have to go somewhere,” said Niemra.  “Talk later?”

She ran off before they could answer.

She searched half the school, before finally finding Dawn behind the gym, clutching her knees and sobbing.

“Dawn, are you okay?” she asked, sitting on a stone beside her distressed friend.

“Everyone’s seen the photos,” wailed Dawn.  “Everyone!  Well, everyone at school, anyway.” 

“Why did this happen?” asked Niemira.

Dawn opened her mouth to speak – and said nothing.  She tried again, but nothing came out.  Finally, she said, “Because I’m a brainless cunt.”

A sick feeling began in Niemira’s stomach.  She knew those words.  And she knew why Dawn couldn’t speak.  She was compelled not to.  Compelled by the words behind the static.

Niemira took out her phone and showed it to Dawn.

Dawn nodded, clearly scared.  “I tried to stop,” she said.  “My approval rating dropped to zero, and then…”

And then the app had shown the pictures she had given it to everyone in school. 

Niemira was trying to stop.  But if she succeeded….

She panicked.  It had been more than 12 hours since she last played.  How low must Sir’s approval be?

She quickly loaded the app.  Twenty percent.  Hurriedly, she slapped Sherbet Giggles, punching the little slut in the tits and the pussy until the rating went up.  Then she started a round of the game.

“Niemira, no!” said Dawn.  “The game is evil!”

“Shut up,” said Niemira, trying to focus on the gems.  She had to play.  Sluts played Candy Girls.

But Dawn kept talking.  “Niemira, please!”

Niemira couldn’t focus with her friend distracting her.  The candy overflowed.  The screen showed Niemira’s cunt, and then “SLUTS PLAY CANDY GIRLS”.

She felt a brief surge of anger and hatred at Dawn for making her fail.  She turned to her friend.  “Sluts play Candy Girls, Dawn,” she said.  “I think you’d better start playing the game again.”

“Niemira… no…” protested Dawn.

“Get your phone out,” said Niemira, coldly.

“No!” said Dawn again.

Niemira knew how to deal with a girl who wouldn’t be a good Candy Girl.  Without thinking, she reached out and slapped Dawn across the face.

“Get your phone out,” she said.

Dawn’s mouth hung open in horror.  Niemira slapped her again.

“Now,” she said.

Dumbly, Dawn rummaged in her bag for her phone, taking it out.

“Play a round of Candy Girls,” said Niemira.  When Dawn hesitated, Niemira slapped her again.

Soon Dawn was engrossed in the game.  Her Candy Girl appeared to be called Baby Doll, and Dawn had her dressed like a baby, in a cute see-through nightie and a pacifier.  Dawn was still crying as she matched the candy, and her whole body jerked when she lost her first game.

Meanwhile, Niemira was thinking.  “Only people in school have seen your pictures?” she said.  “No one else?”

“No,” muttered Dawn as she played.  “Thank God, my family know nothing about it.”

“That’s okay,” said Niemira.  “I’ll fix that.”

Dawn looked up at her in horror – causing her to lose another game.  “What do you mean?” she said.

“Sluts should be humiliated,” said Niemira, smiling.  “Sluts deserve shame.  I’ve just sent the pictures to everyone in your family.  And now I’m going to post them online in a few places, so people who know you can find them easily.  Do you know that people are calling you Whore-Baby now?”

Dawn’s tears intensified, but she was helpless.  The game had her again now, and soon she was looking back down at the screen, working on her next combo, and Niemira was playing right alongside her.

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That night, Niemira allowed herself to think about what she had done that day, and felt the tears start to come.  She had betrayed her best friend – slapped her – and forced her back into playing a game that was reshaping her mind and destroying her life.  The same thing was happening to Niemira – and yet Niemira knew that she wouldn’t stop.  The game was so addictive that avoiding it was hard enough by itself – and now she knew that even if she succeeded, she would be publicly humiliated, and likely forced to go back to playing it by another girl.

She was scared, ashamed, and degraded, so she dealt with the feelings in the only way she knew how – by playing more Candy Girls.

That night, she reached level 5, and when it asked her for a video, she filmed herself nude, masturbating, saying, “I give permission for anyone who sees this video to rape me.”  She watched the staticky video, entered the word that appeared in her mind – “fuck-puppet” – and was told she had won a cheque for $300.

A week ago, this would have made her ecstatic.  Now, she just felt numb.  It felt like she was being paid like a whore for slapping and betraying her friend.  She didn’t want the money.

And anyway, playing Candy Girls was its own reward.

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