Revenge Chip: Episode 1
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Tricia held my hand and guided me into the porno booth, closing the door behind us.
“This one’s my favorite. There are glory holes on both sides for twice the fun!” she cooed.
“So you’re going to put on a little show for me?” I asked excitedly.
“No, you’re going to put on a show for me,” she giggled, and slid a hand behind my ear. I felt a prick and a heard a high pitched beep.
“Hey, what was that?”
“Nothing,” she giggled and brought her hand down to the crotch of my pants.
I couldn’t help but smile. “What kind of show do you want to see?”
“Well you’re going to put your asshole up to one of those glory holes and your mouth up to the other and satisfy any big boys that come to call on you.”
I took a step back from her. “Hey, I’m not like that.”
“Don’t worry I know. That’s the whole point. You don’t have to like it. You’re just going to have to do it because that’s what’s expected of you. Just like us women do.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re a man, and men need to be taught a lesson. You need to know what its like to be a woman. You need to see how your gender humiliates us and treats us like slaves and urinals. You’re going to be treated just like a little whore. They’re going to emasculate you and I’m going to get off watching it.” Her smile was no longer sweet and innocent it was cruel and evil.
“No way,” I laughed and turned back toward the door. “You’re crazy. I’m out of here.”
"No you’re not,” she responded strictly. Another beep sounded from behind my ear.
My hand froze on the door handle. I tried to move it but I couldn’t.
“Come back over here.”
My feet turned me around- completely against my will.
“I call it the revenge chip- that thing I put behind your ear. It’s going to help me teach you your lesson. Fun, huh?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her lips close to mine. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
I moved my lips to hers and parted her lips with my tongue. My cock even stiffened in my pants. I didn’t even have enough ground to fight for control.
“Revenge for what?” I asked when our lips finally parted. “Against men? I’ve never even met you; you can’t judge us all because you’ve had some bad luck.”
She let go of me and stepped away, her smile turned to a look of disgust. “But I’m not judging you all. No, I built that chip for you, Matthew.”
Instant fear washed over me. “How do you know my name?”
“Because you have met me before. You just don’t remember me because I didn’t mean shit to you. You just used me, and humiliated me, and worse than that, you orchestrated the worst moments of my life.”
“I think you’re confusing me for someone else. I swear, I’ve never seen you before.”
“Are you sure? You’ve never seen me?” She pried.
“Yes, I swear. I think I would remember someone as hot as you.” If all else fails, suck up.
“Are you really sure, Matt? Think about it. Are you sure you’ve never met me. Not even at a bachelor party two years ago?”
The blood drained from my face so fast it made me dizzy. “The bachelor party?” I stammered through a dry throat.
“Bingo. Roger’s bachelor party at Medieval Times Buffet. I was the stripper, remember? And I danced around and pretended to make eyes at all you little boys while you stuffed dollars in my panties and we all had a good time. Then while you all got your food they put me in the stocks. That was all so much fun. That’s what I agreed to when I was hired. But it was what happened next that ruined my life, Matthew. And now it’s going to ruin yours.”
“I- I’m sorry.”
“Don’t interrupt the story, its such a good one. Do you remember what happened next? I bet you do. I would be offended if you didn’t.”
“I-“
“Roger found the lock to the stocks , and he slipped it on and trapped me in there. That didn’t bother me too much. You boys were just having your fun. But then all the guys started whooping and cheering. You were behind me then. I couldn’t even turn around to see you but I felt you. You slid off my panties and threw them to your buddies. Then I heard you unzip your pants. That’s when it took a decidedly darker turn.
“They would all line up to take their turn with me. To force their cocks in my mouth, or my pussy, or my ass while I was helpless in that device. But you were the first- It was your great idea to pull down your pants and shove your little sausage into my snatch. You told them how good it was, how hot and tight and made up shit about how I was milking your cock. You egged them on to line up behind you, and they did. They called your name and cheered from behind you as you were the first to shoot your unwelcome seed into a pussy that was way out of your league. And then you came around in front of me- That was the first time I got a good look at you- and you held my nose until I opened my mouth, and you used my tongue as a rag to clean the evidence of my rape off your cock.
“And again they followed right behind you. Doing like you did. Do you remember how many guys were there, Matt?”
“N-no,” there were a lot, I knew that.
“You don’t even want to guess?”
I remained silent.
“Oh come on. I was 19; I’d had two sexual partners before I arrived there that night. When I left it was twenty-six. That makes twenty-four guys at that party. Does that sound about right?”
It seemed like a smarter idea to keep my mouth shut.
“Well it is right, because I counted. Twenty four men, thirty-seven loads of cum. Twenty of those accompanied blissful announcements of climax into my pussy. Five of them into my ass- my previously virgin ass- and the other twelve all over my face and in my mouth. It was a miracle I didn’t contract something.”
“I-“
“Shut up,” she scolded “I did get pregnant though. Don’t ask who the father was, because I couldn’t tell you. It certainly wasn’t my boyfriend. He left me the night of my rape. He hated me being a stripper because he thought all strippers were hookers. Then I come home one night leaking cum from every orifice and he just refused to believe I was raped. But it doesn’t matter because I didn’t find out I was pregnant until I had the miscarriage, you know, the one with complications that have ruined any chance I might have had of having kids when I actually wanted to.
“So take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees. You deserve this and so much more. I’m going to savor every minute of it.”
I did as she commanded, but it was hard to tell at this point if it was the chip making me do it, or if I was doing it just because I knew if I didn’t the chip would make me. ‘Revenge Chip,’ I thought to myself, ‘It’s science fiction. There’s no way anything can make me do something I don’t want to do this badly.’
She smiled down at me on all fours. “It’s party time, boys.” She called. A pair of thin wooden cards rested in slots and covered up the glory holes connecting our booth to the booth on the left and right. She promptly removed them and the waiting game began.
Delight filled her eyes as she watched me cower there on my hands and knees. The way she was studying me made me blush. Knowing what I was in for made me shake. She shuffled through her purse and pulled out a small bottle with a long tip.
“How about we get you nice and ready? We don’t want those boys hurting themselves tearing up your little ass, now do we? Stay still.”
I nearly jumped when she jammed the tip of the bottle up my ass and squeezed. The control of the chip seemed even to override my natural instincts. I could feel the cold lubricant spraying out of the bottle, then leaking down my crack as she pulled it out.
“We’re going to make you a woman today, honey.” She laughed.
The sound of the door to the booth next to us opening and closing caught her attention. This was it, this was show time. I had only one card left to play. I begged.
“Please don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want. Just not this.”
She smirked and I could tell my suffering only pleased her more. “Don’t worry Matty, you are going to do whatever I want, and this.”
She leaned over to the glory hole behind me. “Hey honey,” she called into the next booth. A gruff voice answered her.
“Hello, darlin’. What are you doing in a place like this?”
“Looking to get fucked by a stranger’s cock, what else?”
“I could help you with that if you like,” he offered generously.
“Then why are we doing all this talking?” she cooed innocently.
I heard his pants unfasten and drop to the floor.
My friend kneeled down next to me and whispered in my ear. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Tricia.” The words echoed inward, torturing me.
She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. “Well I hate you. But you’re going to make a great pet. Now back that pretty little ass of yours up to that whole. I think our new friend has a little surprise for you honey.”
I shuffled slowly back and pressed my ass against the wall, the glory hole lined perfectly to the entrance of my ass. Tricia ran her hands through my hair and looked deep into my eyes.
“I want to see the look on your face when that first cock enters you. I want to look deep into your eyes as that man takes your virgin ass. As he fucks you and takes what he wants from you, then leaves your sick little behind dripping. I’ll bet he doesn’t even say thank you.”
“Please,” I begged, one last time. I could hear the man in the next stall beating his meat, getting ready for the task that lays before him.
“Awww,” she mock-pouted. “I’ll tell you what. I know you’re the optimistic type, so how about we make a little bet. If I’m wrong and he does say thank you after he’s done raping your tight ass, I’ll let you lick my pussy. How does that sound?”
I didn’t have time to answer, not that I really wanted to. I felt pressure at my rectum. I had a visitor. He didn’t wait long before plunging in with a loud grunt.
“Oh yeah.” He moaned. “You are a tight little slut.” He split the contraction for emphasis.
Tricia grinned evilly, having obtained the treat she was looking for in my eyes. Her lips moved to my ear. “That’s right. You’re a tight little slut. Bye-bye virginity.”
His cock slid back out, and then back in. He didn’t take time building up to a rough pace. The friction in my ass generated tremendous heat and pressure. I fell to my elbows, weak and sick at once. Only the power of the chip in my head held my ass in the air for the strange man’s use.
“How does it feel?” she continued. “Does it hurt? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. As his cock hits your prostate you’ll even start to like it.”
“Fuck yeah, honey. Take all my cock. Seven inches of fury here baby deep inside that dirty pussy.” The man moaned.
“Honey? Baby? Dirty pussy? Listen to him, he doesn’t even respect you. He’s moaning away and you’re not making a peep but he hasn’t even noticed.”
“Come on, bitch. Squeeze my cock, work those hips, I’m tired of doing all the work here. Help Old Bill out.”
‘Old Bill’s’ pace slowed down and Tricia giggled quietly in my ear. “You see, he calls you names, roughly fucks your ass for maybe a minute and now he’s done. You have to do all the work. You have to help him violate you.
“I’m going to give you a choice. You can have control if you want.” She rubbed my ass while she talked “Clench that ass around his cock, and work those hips, show him a good time.”
“No way.”
“You can do it yourself, or I can tell you to do it. At least if you do it yourself you’ll be in control. You can protect yourself. If we do it my way I can make this very uncomfortable”
She was right, and I was in for it either way. I slid forward away from the wall and then pushed back towards it, working him in and out of me.
“Come on, slut. Squeeze that cock.”
Tricia nodded, and I clenched my sphincter as I slid off of him. Bill grunted enthusiastically.
I had expected him to stop when I stared doing the work, but my participation served to turn Bill on even more, and as I pushed my hips back, his came forward and vice versa. It was worse than ever, he was now fucking me deeper, harder and faster than ever.
“I’m impressed. Old Bill has some stamina. Either he’s jerked off a dozen times today already or he really likes that ass. He doesn’t want to leave it right away.” She patted me on the back condescendingly.
I despised her words, but as Bill reemed my ass the sensation started to change. Tricia was right, my prostate was getting rammed. The fucking was starting to feel good. An erection bloomed beneath me, and my cock bounced against my leg. She didn’t fail to notice this.
“That’s much better.” She wrapped a firm hand around my shaft. “Now you’re getting into it. You really do like being fucked in the ass, don’t you?”
“No, please let me stop.”
“Shh, I’m just kidding. I know you’re in hell right now. That’s the worst part. I got wet when I was raped too, you know, when you raped me. Your body reacts to stimulus. Your body likes whats happening, your mind hates it. That’s why its so terrible. But you know what it means don’t you? Your body is giving you pleasure for this, he’s forcing you to like it. That makes you his bitch. He’s made you his bitch.”
Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn’t help but stop moving. Tricia looked mad.
“Fuck him,” she commanded. My hips resumed their motion.
“You’re his bitch. Serve him. Serve his cock.”
“Yeah, make me cum bitch.” Bill chimed in.
“See?”
The sound of another door opening and closing came from the booth on the opposite side from Bill. Tricia practically squealed in delight.
“It gets worse, Matt. Worse than a man forcing you to be his bitch. This next one, you’re going to make yourself his bitch. You’re going to give him all the pleasure, and you’ll get none for yourself.” She disengaged the locks on the wall and slid it back on its track until the glory hole was directly in front of my mouth.
“Hello?” a surprised voice called from the next booth.
“Need your cock sucked, sir?” Tricia asked sweetly.
“Little Peter could use a swim, sure.” He responded enthusiastically.
The now familiar sound of a zipper coming down sounded, and a flaccid little white prick poked through the hole, I turned my head to avoid it.
“Doesn’t it look mouth-watering?”
“No,” I shook my head, sobbing.
“I know, they’re ugly, and they smell. Go ahead, sniff it.”
I inhaled deeply through my nose. It had a strong musky odor.
“Wonderful, isn’t it? And this is a clean one. Are you ready to suck it?”
“I won’t. Never.” I vowed.
“Never on your own, I know. No deal will make you do that. So I’m going to make you.” She paused to savor the moment.
“Well go on, bitch. Or do I have to come in there?”
“He would too. I wonder what would happen if these guys found you in here. They’d cut your balls off, or worse. Maybe one of them would even recognize you. Can you imagine the humiliation?”
“Well?” Peter called.
Tricia’s grin was wicked. Her eyes went dark. “Now suck that cock like you see those girls in the movies do.”
I was supporting my weight on my hands from Bill’s pounding, so all I had to work with was my mouth, but it proved to be no disadvantage. I scooped Peter’s limp cock off the wall with my tongue, burying it past my lips. He let out an approving moan and I heard his hips bang against the wall as he sank into it.
My tongue lavished the head of his cock, washing it like the servants of royalty in medieval times. Immediately it began to stretch in my mouth. Its whole length sprang to life. Soon it would be able to support its own weight.
“Swallow it you little cunt,” Peter ordered.
“Yeah, swallow it,” Tricia made it official.
I took a deep breath and pushed his expanding cock to the back of my throat and swallowed, taking it into my esophagus. Peter banged the wall and grunted, pushing his hips out further somehow and forcing more of his cock down my throat.
“Yeah, they love that. Now you’re an airtight bitch.”
Peter ripped his cock out of my throat then forced it back in before I could recover. He repeated the process, fucking my face as I choked and gagged, unable to get a steady breath rhythm. “Just watch the teeth,” Tricia suggested.
Peter no longer wanted or needed my help, he was content fucking my face of his own accord. I could probably say the same about Bill, but my hips moved under command of the chip nonetheless.
“This is so beautiful. I wish I was taping it.”
My cock was throbbing in its own right, and Tricia was milking it. My ass was alight with both pleasure and pain. Bill was fucking me at an incredible pace, his cock reaching deeper than I ever thought possible. On the other side my jaw ached and my throat hurt. Tricia was right, Peter was putting me through agony and I was afraid of choking, but I voluntarily let him in. This was insanity.
Bill broke the rhythm with a serious of extra hard thrusts. “Get ready, bitch. I’m gonna cum. You better not think about trying to pull away. I want to feel the friction of your pussy across my head as I shoot off in you and you’re going to like it.”
“Ooh, he’s a forceful one. What if you get pregnant? Good thing you’re damaged goods, huh?”
I felt Bill’s first spasm, and the second and the third. I could feel the pressure as load filled up my asshole. He grunted loudly with each convulsion, pushing his bursting cock ever deeper inside my tight asshole.
“How does it feel, Bitch?” Tricia asked.
Peter interrupted her.
“I’m gonna shoot, slut. Get ready and swallow it all.”
I cringed and nearly as soon as he said it his cock jerked. “Swallow it,” came the whisper in my ear. He was barely in my mouth at the time, so his jizz spilled out all over my tongue, and his cock twisted and jerked like a fire hose. I had to squeeze it with my lips to keep it from flying out,
It was more than a mouthful, squirt after squirt sprayed over taste buds; salty, thick, and bitter.
“Swallow,” Tricia whispered, and my throat contracted, taking half the load down towards my stomach. I could feel the thick serum coating my esophagus, then landing in my stomach.
Finally his spasmed subsided, and I was able to swallow the last of his load. I let his cock slip from my mouth. It shrunk before my eyes against the wall of the booth.
“That’s a good little cump dumpster. Now clean me up, I have to get back to work.”
He let his cock lay there. “Go ahead, cum dumpster,” Tricia teased. Finish up your happy ending.
Bill was still inside me, but he had stopped thrusting. His cock lay inside me, swimming in a sea of its own cum. It jerked slightly every once in a while, but it was clear the main orgasm was over with. He breathed heavy in the afterglow.
This gave me the balance to lift one hand off the ground. I took Peter’s cock and diligently cleaned the cum off the head with my tongue. Before I knew it he was ripping it back through the hole. He didn’t even bother to say anything. Just yank, zip and the door slammed shut behind him on the way out.
Bill withdrew a little more slowly, but just as quiet. He moaned a few times, and then zipped up and went on his merry way. I finally collapsed on the cold linoleum floor.
“How does it feel?” Tricia pressed.
“Awful,” I answered truthfully.
“How does it taste?”
“Disgusting.”
“Sit up.”
I sat up and she took my chin in her hand. She examining the cum that managed to survive my swallowing and run down my chin. A puddle of cum was slowly forming beneath where I sat, dripping out of my freshly violated ass.
“Disgusting? But this is a gift of love. Peter loved using your little mouth to get him off.” She laughed in my face. “Now get on your knees, down here.” She spread her legs and motioned for me to turn to face her. “Get nice and close.”
I was less than an inch from her pussy. She was wet- turned on from watching me become a sextoy for two strange men.
“Now tell me you love me again, and open your mouth.”
“I love you, Tricia,” the words came out of me again involuntarily.
She leaned her head back and groaned, then the floodgates open. Urine spilled out all over my face, and into my open mouth. When it finally subsided she looked down at me with a warm smile on her face.
“Too bad you didn’t win that bet. I could really use some release. You’re my bitch too now, you know.” She wrapped her legs around my neck and pulled me into her. My nose dove into her dripping cunt. The scent of her arousal drove me crazy.
“You like that? Your chip responds to the chip behind my ear. It codes your desires to my DNA as a little added protection. You couldn’t do anything to me even if you wanted to”
She handed me my underwear to wipe off my face with then let me get dressed. We left the porno shop looking like quite the odd couple. She was sadistically pleased and I looked miserable.