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Disclaimer: English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes. All characters are adults. Hope you will enjoy my story. Anyway, even if not, let me know your opinion in the comments. Whores of Universe - Season 01 - The Beginning Chapter 01 - Examination - Part 01 PART 1.1 ~~ Mistress Ameline ~~ - Oh my god, they all are so nervous! - said Alice, giggling. She was a good girl. Brave and funny, with the ability to laugh at everything, even the weirdest or most depressing things. At the same time, that attitude could have turned around very quickly, and when needed, Alice would be the most serious person in the whole Universe. Oh, and she was beautiful. So beautiful. With a petite, yet sexy body, she looked so innocent, but the flames inside her eyes were never burned out, she was always hungry for more fun and ready for adventures. Right now, Alice was wearing a white nurse coat, powder blue shorts, and a pink blouse. Bend over a desk, she stared through a window at a few boys sitting in the reception, clearly wanting to catch their attention. She was making faces, gesturing at the boys, and at some point, she even lifted her blouse, giving boys a glimpse of her small, naked tits, since she wasn't wearing any bra. Her ass, flat but sexy, looked so good in those shorts, almost made my cock jump out from my pants. - Why are they ignoring me? - asked Alice, clearly confused - They were looking at me, but didn't seem excited at all! - she bit her lower lip and looked at me, unsure and slightly irritated - Are they blind or stupid? I am not so ugly am I? Or maybe they delivered a pack of gays today? I could not help myself and laughed. Alice looked at me angrily, and I almost saw her shouting at me to shut up, but at the last moment, she remembered that I was her boss. - Oh poor Alice... - I laughed again - I'm sure they looked in your direction 'cause they heard you, but I'm afraid they didn't see anything. You see... that's a one-way mirror. - Oh... - Alice blushed then burst with laughter - So, I made myself a fool to you? But, well, at least I know they weren't ignoring my exposed tits! - Don't think that would be possible - I smiled - You have really hot ladies there. Are they twins? Looks so similar, and both are beautiful. What are their names? For a second, Alice looked even more confused than a moment before, and it took her a while to realize I was referring to her breasts, which were still exposed since she forgot to cover them with a blouse. She blushed again, and I must say, it made her face even cuter. She didn't lower her blouse, which was not surprising at all since Alice was a big pervert. - You like them so much? - she asked teasingly and wave her tits for me - They like you too. Left is Anne, right is Hannah. If you don't know how to differ directions, you can recognize them from their aureolas, Hannah's one is slightly bigger. I looked at her and frowned my brow. - Keep those insults for someone dumber than you, young lady - I said coldly - Or I will let Madam Ollene take care of you. Alice shivered. Most likely, she knew very well I was joking, but the little slut inside her soul wanted to play, and so, she kneeled before me and with a terrified expression, she plead: - No, I beg you, Mistress Ameline! - that girl, what a good actress, she even managed to cry a little bit - Not Madam Olenne, she is a monster! I smiled. Yes, Madam Olenne was a monster, but Alice, being the perverted masochist she is, would for sure enjoy Olenne's treatment. We both knew it, and so, the desperate reaction made me sure Alice was just playing. - Show me you're sorry, you whore - I command - You called me stupid with that naughty mouth of yours, so now, show me you know how to use it for a good purpose. - Right away, Mistress! - shouted Alice, being too enthusiastic, meant she had forgotten her role at the thought of tasting my dick. She quickly came closer, still on her knees, and unbuttoned my pants with the experience of a real whore. But right before she managed to start, I stopped her with a hiss. She looked at me, confused, with her sweet lips mere inches from my hard dick. I patted her, enjoying the texture of her pink hair, dense and shiny, to let her know she didn't do anything wrong. - For now, just give it a kiss, Alice - I said and she immediately kissed the tip of my cock, leaving a pink mark in the shape of her lips on it - I want you to blow my penis when I will be examining those boys - I explained - Play with it, and do it openly while looking in their eyes. Also made it look like the best experience ever. That will confuse them, and their reaction will tell me much about each one of them. Alice's smiled devilishly, amused by the idea. - Oh, I like it! - she clapped - I will go get the first boy right away... oh, and do you think I should cover my tits? I laughed. - Nah, you can have your fun with them - I smiled - Besides, think about it... possibly, some of them may be virgins who haven't seen a naked tit before. I want to see how they will be ogling your breasts while trying to be subtle about it, I want to see it as much as you! - You are the best Mistress, Ameline! - my words made Alice so excited that I almost felt sorry for the poor boys out there. She headed to the door, but right before opening it, she looked back... not at me, but at my dick, still rock hard. - Wait for me and my mouth, Mr. Big and Tasty! - she whispered, then blushed, then left the room. I was laughing so loud I almost fell off the chair. PART 1.2 ~~ Dorothy ~~ I was waiting for a taxi in some sort of old, partly ruined building. There was a big mess on the floor, containing a variety of destroyed, pre-invasion objects and a bunch of such items that only a real junkie would recognize all of them. I wasn't a saint person for sure, more a devilish bitch to be honest, and I tried many things back then, too many probably, but even I could not name all those fancy-junkie stuff. For example, what the hell was that glass container under a rotting desk? Too wide to smoke N-300 through that, and the part inside would make it impossible to pack it with V-640. Or, a small bag of gray powder right under the big hole in the ceiling? What the fuck, is it some sort of old-fashioned V-920? Whatever, it is not a time to think about drugs. I turned around, facing a wide hole in the north wall, and sighed. I grabbed a pack of my favorite cigarettes, 'Colorful Devils' from a pocket in my jeans. Without thinking, I chose a violet one and lit it. I took a big drag of a cigarette. I loved those abandoned places. In this fucked up city, I felt more at home surrounded by ruins and dark characters, ready and happy to rape or kill me at any moment, than by all those fucking lights and fake smiles. The world was much more beautiful when it was dark and silent, and I knew very well how to handle a drunken or drugged moron. With a swift kick in between their legs, that's how. On the other hand, how to handle a well-dressed gentleman or a classy lady who wears a dress more expensive than my fucking life? With their sweet words and the scent of false intentions following them all around? That was a fucking mystery to me. Actually, that's funny how all of those rich pricks always choose almost the same perfumes. Really, they are probably labeled as 'for a stupid asshole', that must be the reason why they all are buying them. The alarm within my chip went on and a loud noise took me out of my thoughts. I looked at my left wrist and checked a small, hologram screen that popped out of it. My taxi was at the place, ready and waiting for me. Walking off the ruined building, I turned the alarm off, slightly pissed off I can't listen to the whole song. It was 'The Void' made by a heavy metal band called 'Cry The Heart Out', one of my favorite songs of my surely favorite band. However, there was no time left to listen to it here, all alone, and I always hated to listen to anything loud in public. Even if that 'public' meant only one stranger, a taxi driver. Shame my headphones went shit last week... I left a building, walked down the narrow, covered-in-dark street, and turned over the corner, where that horrible, artificial light hit me, coming from up the stairs. I took one last drag of my cigarette and then threw it onto the ground, for it to stay and be happy down here, far away from light and lies that make everyone either sick or crazy. I also stepped on the fag end with my black glans, to make it even happier. I mean, being smoked and devastated by a hot girl would be a dream of any cigarette, am I right? Well, not only a cigarette dream, probably. Mine too. The only problem is, it is no fun at all to devastate yourself. And until now, I never found any girl hot and cool enough to be worthy of destroying me. I climbed the stairs and sighed. Here I am, back in the game, coming from the underground kingdom of darkness, silence, and peace. Should probably use that line if I will ever manage to create my band. Everywhere around me were skyscrapers, unnatural buildings that were big like hell and covered in ugly neons, some of them being just a 'dressing of fools, made to hide our pulse' - that one is from 'The Void' - and some of them being ads - 'I would rather eat my shit than to buy their shit'. Yes, that one is also from 'The Void'. My taxi was waiting a few feet away, floating about twenty inches above the ground. It was a long, red machine in the shape of a really small plane. Just a normal flying car. I saw a girl in her mid-twenties waving at me from the driver's seat, with a big smile on her face. I almost moaned, looking at her. Yeah, she will talk to me for a whole fucking ride... I saw it in her eyes... that kind of person would never shut up... I entered the flying car, in the back of course, not wanting to sit next to a stranger, and getting mentally prepared for a long, boring, and awkward conversation... PART 1.3 ~~ Tom ~~ What the hell am I doing? I have been asking myself this for almost a week since I read that weird mail, although the question sounded a bit different every time. At first, right after the first read, it was simple 'what the hell?' but then it quickly changed to 'hell, what if?'. The next stage, the longest one, was 'hell, am I really going to do this?'. And the newest one, that I first asked myself today this morning. 'What the hell am I doing?'. Oh, and also, 'Am I fucking crazy?', but that one I used to ask myself for my entire life. I was sitting in some sort of waiting room, with three other guys. Don't know their names, none of us was in the mood for a talk right now. One was a petite guy with blonde hair and a very girly face with deep blue eyes. He wasn't handsome like some guys, other than me, can be, he was beautiful in the way a girl could be. Like, cute and small. It almost felt unnatural he didn't have tits. He was also wearing rather girly clothes. Not a full girly, like skirt or dress, but he wore a bright pink top with cleavage and, also bright, blue skinnies. And, what somehow seemed the most girlish in his whole outfit, he also wore ballet flats, with the color in between gray and blue. He had blonde hair, long up to his neck, and he had a few earrings, in his ears, nose, and also, in his belly button. Yes, his pink top with cleavage, as if it wasn't already girly enough, was also short enough to display a good amount of his belly, like, up to half an inch above his belly button. His skin looked so smooth and pale, that in the old era, someone might have guessed he never saw a sun. However, the sun wasn't out there, in the sky, for almost a thousand years already. For me, hell, even for my ancestors, and for ancestors of my ancestors, the sun was more of a myth than a truth. Well, at least, for those who weren't rich enough to buy a ticket for a galactic fly. Which meant more than 90 percent of the population. And yet, that boy had the most pale skin I ever saw. Well, I guess he is at least well-suited for the job. Girly, cute guy with pale skin, a dream come true for every rich human, and every rich alien too. And any other weird being the universe could possibly spit out. He was the most suitable of all four guys here and just a day ago I would guess I would be the last suitable one, no matter who else would apply. Yesterday I would take a bet on it, with all of my money. Well, luckily I didn't, since the impossible happened and there was someone worse for a job than me. I am ugly. There is no other way to say that. The earthy complexion, a good twenty pounds overweight, a face comparable to a dog's, with a big, potato-like nose, one lip weirdly small and the other weirdly big, and eyes of a mud color. Oh, and also, that face always sweats very much, the same as the body it is connected to, mine body, which made me stink badly most of the time, even though I shower regularly. And a short hair, sticking out like the straw, and always greasy. Yeah, sucks to be me. However, one of the two left boys was a worse candidate for a job. He wasn't uglier than me, actually, he was not ugly at all. He was handsome. He had short, deep black dyed hair and a face most girls would describe as hot, with dark eyes, symmetrical facial proportions, a square jaw, and, as the only one here, he had a beard. Also dyed in deep black, beard that was dense but well-groomed. He also had a very muscular body, with biceps three times bigger than mine and a visible six-pack. So, how can he be a worse candidate than me, since he is the much better-looking guy? Well, that's because of his attitude. His whole persona. His aura. He clearly was a dominant person. I saw it within his onyx dark eyes, the intimidating power, the same I felt many times before... that guy was here not to apply for a job... I mean, yes, it may been his goal right now, but it was just a step. He was ready to destroy anyone and anything, everyone, and everything, to get what he wanted. And I mean that literally. I knew someone very similar to him in the past. That person I knew was unstoppable. Ready to lie, kill and do any kind of shit just to get what she wanted. And looking at that guy, at his tattoos of flames and skulls, I had no doubt he was exactly the same. In other words, a man who would beat the shit out of me without even sweating. A man who would steal any girl from me. Not that I ever had any girl. But also, not at all a man to become a whore. Or a Universe Whore. 'Why the hell is he here?' While Mister Muscular had tattoos of flames, the last guy was a flame himself. Tall and skinny, with a lot of frickles and a storm of long ginger hair that would dance all around whenever he moved. Combined with deeply bloody eyes and a creepy, but somehow also good-looking smile, he made an impression of a man crazy as hell but funny to be around. And his choice of clothes proved to me that he wasn't completely sane. He wore black sandals, which showed he had his toenails painted pink, and baggy trackies, shiny and orange. His t-shirt had cleavage, the same as a blondie guy's, but it didn't show his belly. Oh, and he had a red choker with the caption 'slap me' on it, and a pair of earrings in the shape of black hearts. 'Great' - I thought - 'So, we have a blonde trap whore, an ugly potato-face, a hot dominant guy, and a ginger brat on the ship. What a bunch of weirdos. Don't think we will do great together in the first month. We probably gonna kill each other before we even make it to the first Space Hub'. Having nothing else to do, I decided to read an email once again. I did it like, a thousand times this week, but right now there was no other way to kill time. I launched my chip, and when a hologram screen popped out, I opened my mailbox. It was right there, right at the top. Well, I guess no many wants to talk to me about anything. Other than 'that' email, there was just a bunch of ads, scams, and shit like that. Makes sense, for a loser without any friends. "I think you would make a great whore, Tom" - said the email title. Still have no idea where she knows my name from. "And not just a whore, I must add" - she continued in the main text - "A Whore of Universe. You must have heard of that. Who won't? This organization is famous all around the universe. So you must also understand I am offering you a huge chance. Of course, being a whore means worshipping humans, aliens, and any other beings. It means humiliation. It means doing things you may not enjoy, or even hate and fear. If you turn out to be a bad student, you will end up as a cheap whore living more of a nightmare than a real life. However, if you do good, you may become someone. Someone meaningful and powerful. The best ones among Universe Whores have enough money to buy an entire planet. They whisper sweet words to the ears of intergalactic kings and emperors. The pupils of those great rulers, even though they are whores, have the same power as their masters. With just one plea, the best of Universe Whores can begin a war or stop one. And that's what I am offering you, Tom. But there is a catch, of course. First things first, you must meet me at the next Sunday. Be my guest in my office, 22 Alley of Nightmares. Be there a few hours before 20. I will... examine you. If you are to my liking, you will become my apprentice for a month. Or a slave of mine, to be honest. And if you make it through, I will pay up for your scholarship within The Academy of The Universe Whores. xoxo, Mistress Ameline. Oh, and Tom? As a whore, you won't be a virgin anymore ;)" I sighed. Even though I don't know what she looks like, I could almost imagine Mistress Ameline laughing so loud she almost puked when writing that last sentence. I wonder how she finished emails to other guys. Not with the virgin talk for sure, since I doubt anyone else waiting here is a virgin like me. The hot guy had fucked many girls probably, and the same goes for the crazy ginger boy. And the blonde trap was, for sure, fucked by someone. But I am too lame to fuck anyone, and too ugly for anyone to fuck me. A real loser, that's what I am. Suddenly, a white door with a 'Mistress Ameline Office' written on it, cracked open and a young girl come out... with her tits exposed, for all of us here to see. And so, I watched them closely. Maybe it was some kind of a test, but for a virgin guy like me, it was simply impossible not to ogle her breasts. And she had a nice pair of tits. Not big, but also not small for sure. Her skin was in between pink and white, very pale, but not as much as the blonde guy's skin. However, her nipples, both big, covering about a third part of her tits, had different color. An intense red, almost as if they were lactating with blood. - That's Hannah - said the girl, pointing at her right breast - And that's Anne - she added, pointing at the left one - They are twin sisters, and I am their mommy, name Alice. Anne is a little shy crybaby, and Hannah tends to bully her a little bit, but they love each other, even if they fight sometimes. Now, if you ever made Anne cry, Hannah will suffocate you and I will jab your cocks off, is that understood? 'What the hell?' - I thought - 'Is she crazy?' - Dying under such a beauty like Hannah would not be bad - said the redhead boy, as he got up and stretched his arms, yawning - And having my dick at your mercy sounds like a thrilling experience, Alice, but... - he walked up to the girl and bowed before her gallantly, then he patted her left breast. His touch was so delicate as if he was a dad who wanted to comfort his daughter by patting her head - ...I'm afraid, even though it is an interesting offer, I must decline, Alice. I would never do anything to make such a nice, beautiful lady like Anne, cry - he sighed, as if he really felt disappointed - Oh, and Anne? Don't feel bad about your sister Hannah having slightly bigger lips. I always preferred small lips more - and with those words, the ginger boy kissed an aureola of Alice's left tit, which, in fact, was a little smaller than an aureola of her right breast. Well, turns out that guy was not crazy. No. Crazy is not strong enough to describe him. He was a madman. He probably vomited his brain out as a small kid, then fried it, and then ate it out. Maybe served pieces of it to friends or parents before finishing it himself. Curious about her reaction, I looked at Alice... and I blushed as I realized it was the first time since I saw her, that I noticed anything else besides her naked tits. She wore an outfit that impressed me as a casual nurse clothes. White coat, blue shorts, pink blouse, and a pair of... pinky-white plushy shoes with a small teddy bear head stretching out of them? Alice had pink dyed, wavy hair, long up to her pits, and mostly light makeup. A little something here and there just to point out her cuteness, but without making it obvious. The only exception was her eyes, colorized with intensely red eyeshadows, which made a very good composition together with her eyes that were... pinky? The question is, whether she was wearing eye contacts or did not have a pure human bloodline. Hell, from what I knew about her, which was literally nothing else than a fact that she knew Mistress Ameline, she could have been a pure Alien that just posed as a human being. Suddenly, a loud slap filled the room. I jumped on my chair, taken by surprise. Ginger guy was massaging his visibly red cheek, and Alice was giggling loudly, which made... no sense? Why was she laughing so happily after slapping him? Wasn't she angry at him? Alice moved forward, grabbed the redhead's shoulders, and forced him to straighten his posture. Then she grabbed his chin. They were not moving, just looking into each other's eyes, and the tension was dense between them. And suddenly, in unison, they both moved their heads forward, launching their mouths to a deep, aggressive, sloppy kiss. When they stopped the kiss, they were both covered in each other's saliva and had marks of teeth on their lips. 'Never believe those two if they say they don't bite' I noted. Panting loudly, they both were so focused on each other, that I almost thought they had forgotten about the whole world. But then, Alice pointed her finger right at me, and with a low voice, almost purring, she demanded: - You! You will go first, ugly boy! Go on, hop to Ameline's office! I will be right behind! Chop chop, Fatty! I looked at her blankly, caught off the guard. Why me, when she clearly found a... common language with the ginger guy? Or maybe I should have said they found a common tongue? But, I won't be the type of person to say such things out loud. - But... - I crinkled, trying to come up with a good excuse - But I was the second one who arrived! - I pointed at a girly blonde guy - He came here first, so... it is not fair for me to go before him? I don't want... to push into a queue, you know? The longer I was talking, the more obvious and intense Alice's irritation was. She was looking at me the way one can look at a worm wiggling under their shoe. That made my anxiety explode higher than any car can fly, which led me to stutter and lower my voice, making my speech sound even more pathetic. When I ended, Alice sighed, shook her head, and concluded, with a frozen, threatening voice: - Don't show your stupidity so openly, Fatty - she sighed again - And I already was in such a good mood, you killed the atmosphere, you moron... that's not some kind of school or nursery, dwab. Here rules Mistress Ameline, but oh, she's not here! So the ruler is me, got it? And I want to take care of you first so I can end my day with a piece of cute cake, got it? The redhead laughed. - You are too harsh, Alice! Fatty is just scared, won't you Fatty? Gonna pee your diaper? I sighed. Great. She just made it up and he seized on it at once. 'Yay!' I would say to them sarcastically 'A new name! And wow! Fatty! So original! You come up with that when Slutty? Jacking off your teacher for a passing grade or sucking off your daddy so he would take notice of you?'. Yes, I would have said such a thing, if only I wasn't a pussy. But I am pussy. - Jeez, okay... - I only said - At least I will get it done... - and I headed to the office. Before entering, I saw Alice giving something to the ginger boy and whispering some words to his ear. He showed his hand into the pocket so fast, I didn't notice what she gave him. And as soon as I went to the office, I froze. I spent so much time wondering what kind of person Mistress Ameline is, making up all those crazy theories, that I would have expected anything. But... not this. I would never expect a good-looking mature woman, smiling at me in a mysterious, predatory way, while jerking off her impressively big cock. PART 1.4 ~~ Alice ~~ - Snort it up, Flamey... - I whispered, slipping a small pack into his hand. He said nothing. No questions. He simply hid it in his pocket. I liked this flamey boy more and more with his every word and action. He was a funny one. And a good-looking one. And a good-smelling one, too. I shoved my tongue up his ear, not very deep, but deep enough to taste his earwax as I was licking the insides of his ear. - I'm gonna do the same with your asshole, Alice - he said and I purred. That's the way people should always talk with me. Flamey boy knew the drill well. - Imma play with ya later tonight, Flamey - I said flirtously. With all of them. Crazy boy, ugly boy, hot boy, and beautiful boy. I bit my lips. So much fun. Oh god, playing with them, will be so good. I spun around and followed Fatty, giggling quietly, as I felt three pair of eyes ogling my ass. Maybe it was flat, but I never heard anyone complaining. Boys or girls, humans or aliens, all of them were more than happy to either fuck that ass rough or serve as a cushion for it. - What are ya waiting for, Fatty? - I asked, pushing him through the door, since he was standing right in the middle of them, blocking the way. Of course, I knew very well what shocked him so much. The thing that was supposed to be deep inside my throat right now. Heck, I almost felt sick from the anticipation. Of course, it won't be the first time I will suck Ameline off, but... I dunno, some people may complain, but for me, even being a whore and a slut on a daily basis, somehow never made me bored of sex. If anything, it made me even more perverted than ever before. Mistress Ameline indeed was beautiful. No one would ever give her more than 30 years, she looked so young, but at the same time, she had that... knowledge in her eyes, that subtle smile crossing on her pretty lips, and that aura of domination and experience... she was making an impression of a goddess, thousands of years old, but with the body of a young woman. - Here is the Fatty, Mistress Ameline - I said, giggling - Fatty, this is Mistress Ameline, and that monster she is holding captive right now... I am calling him Mr. Big and Tasty. He is a friend of Hannah and Anne. Oh, and beware. He bites. - His name is Tom, not Fatty - scolded me Ameline, and although she remained a poker face, I saw amusement in her violet eyes. And... she crunched her nose a little. I almost missed it. But it was an obvious sign, almost as if she was saying: 'Go on with teasing that Fatty prick, Alice'. I smiled. - You prefer Fatty Tom or Tom the Fatty? - I asked the boy, but before he could answer, I dropped to my knees and looked at Ameline with the eyes of a beaten puppy. She was so freaking hot. Long, violet hair, dyed to match up with her eye color, middle-sized tits, sadly covered with a red, latex coat. And the best of all, her enormous futa cock. I didn't know the exact size of it, but it looked... around twelve inches? And it wasn't some bullshit that is long but thin, and when inside, feels like sucking on a straw. It was thick. Ameline had a much bigger hand than mine, but even so, she wasn't able to fully embrace her shaft as she was masturbating. - Mistress, can you please release Mister Big and Tasty from the prison of your hand? I have a much better place for him to stay in. Warm and nice, he will like it there, I promise - I opened my mouth wide. Mistress laughed loudly. - You seeing this Tom? - Ameline asked and moved her hand away from her dick. I begin drooling, dying to taste it already - What a funny little slut, don't you think? - she patted my head delicately, playing with strands of my hair - Go ahead Tom, sit down, and let's talk about you becoming such a whore too - and with those words, Ameline pushed the back of my head, impaling me onto her big phallus. It was so sudden that I panicked a little bit and wasn't able to properly relax my throat as she pushed her penis deep inside. And so, I choked and gagged, which... was not a bad thing at all. I mean, I never met anyone who would not like a girl - or boy - to gag while sucking them off. And that makes perfect sense, even for me, although I don't have a cock myself. But, while having a warm mouth around your member already sounds very pleasurable, adding a tight, clenching throat to that mix, probably makes it a heavenly better experience. And heck, who am I kidding... gagging on a big, tasty dick, drooling all over it... taking it deeper and deeper, not stopping even when your throat burns as hell... sticking your tongue all around, tasting those delicious drops of pre-cum, and bits of smegma here and there - Ameline always was a cleany lady, but, the reality is, unless you are sucking cock like, two minutes after washing it, you will always get some tracks of smegma, which again, for a whore like me, wasn't bad at all... playing with her balls, tightening so cutely inside your hand, and a feeling of pride once you manage to swallow that dick down to the base... ...I overheard the sound of a chair cracking, probably Fatty moved it so he could sit and talk with Ameline. Interesting place he chose, right in front of Mistress, as if he wanted a good view of my actions. He chose it himself or maybe Ameline ordered him? Earlier today, Mistress Ameline asked me to suck her cock in front of the boys she will be examining and to act as if it is the best thing ever. But, to be honest, with all of her twelve inches filling my mouth and throat, catching me off any air to breathe, and leaving with a mixture of my saliva, her sweat, her pre-cum and her smegma to taste... with her grapes laying right on my tongue... and with her hand keeping me in place, not allowing to move a single inch... Safe to say, between me and Ameline, out of that deal, I got a better prize. Really, I doubt anything would be more intense and more exciting, or bring any more pleasure, than being on edge of passing out, while sucking such a wonderful cock... ...well, this combined with an additional dicks, one in the ass and one in the pussy, would be more pleasurable. In any case, when I lowered my hand into my panties and begin fingering myself furiously, like the crazy bitch I was, I didn't have to pretend anything. It was the best thing in the world. It really was. 'Watch it Fatty...' I thought, moaning and almost puking all over Ameline's penis, as my gag reflex hit hardest within this sucking session '...watch it Fatty, and try to lie to yourself. Watch it and try to not be jealous. But we both know better, right Fatty? You are a bitch, just like I am. And tonight, I will prove it with my strap-on... and tomorrow, you will suck Mistress Ameline off like a top-tier bitch. She will see how good my teaching skills are...' 'I will show her I am not only a whore, but also a whore-maker.' But then, Mistress cut the fun off. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off her dick. I wanted to scream and beg, anything to get that big penis of hers back inside my throat. It felt so empty without it. If on my period, I would probably feel so sad about it that I would literally go mad and either cry like a baby or go and kill someone, just because of the lack of Ameline dick inside my mouth. But instead of shouting or begging, I grabbed my neck with both hands, panting like crazy, coughing, and gagging, even though my throat was already empty. I could not spit a single word out, so I simply looked at Mistress, trying to show her how angry I was at her for stopping me like that right in the middle of the funniest part. She knew me well, and so she understood. - Don't be ridiculous, Alice! - she burst out, laughing - We have more boys to watch your naughty show, and I cannot cum each time or the last one will be disappointed with the amount of sperm my cock spurt out into your slutty mouth, hunny. We must make sure all of them understand the advances of a whore job. Besides, you were just about to puke. And I don't think our Fatty friend would like scrabbing your vomit out of his teeth later tonight before going to bed. - What!? - Fatty squealed like a girl at those words. Well, to be honest, I completely forgot about him. Amline's cock was much more interesting. But yes, he was sitting in a chair behind me, with his ugly face being as red as a tomato. His eyes, filled with panic, were jumping between my face and Mistress's dick. Well, my face for sure was a mess. Covered with saliva and sweat, probably also with runny makeup, and all of that was piqued by my hair stretching all around. And as for Ameline's dick... it is literally impossible not to watch it once you are in the same room with her. Either she is clothed or not. - Only if you want, that is - Ameline smiled - You know what, Tommy? Suck me till I cum, right here and right now, and we can forget about that whole thing with a month of being my apprentice. Do it and tomorrow morning I will pay for your scholarship. So, what will you say? 'Wow, what a bitch' I almost laughed 'She can control her cumming as she wishes. He will never do it.' But, Fatty just shook his head. - No, I... - he blushed - I am not feeling comfortable with that. Thank but... I would rather proceed with a month as your apprentice. 'And so, you will probably suck her off each and every day of that month, you stupid Fatty...' I smiled. - Well, if that's how it is... okay, guess we go back to our interview then. Where did we were? I think you were saying something about... Smiling in my bitchy way, I stood up and looked at Fatty. No doubt he saw devilish flames dancing in the corners of my eyes since he shuddered and made a move as if he wanted to escape. And oh, he should have got the hell out of there. As far from me as he can. But he didn't move. He was just looking at me the way a mouse can look at a cat. - You sure you don't wanna try, Fatty? Mistress's cock is delicious, I assure you... - I grabbed his arm and bent over him. - I... - he began, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I leaned in and kissed him, shoving my tongue deep inside. He will taste Ameline's cock, whether he likes it or not. If not by giving her a blowjob, well, then he will taste it by making out with me. And oh hell, if that Fatty idiot won't thank me for that kiss, he will also feel my knee crushing his pathetic nuts... PART 1.5 ~~ Fatty ~~ I never kissed a girl. And well, that didn't change. Because I did not kiss a girl. A girl kissed me. I did not kiss Alice. Alice kissed me. I should have been so happy. I mean yes, Alice was a little crazy... okay, she was crazy as hell... but she was a beautiful girl, and a good kisser too. She totally dominated me, shoving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Her kiss was aggressive. But still, she was a girl and she was kissing me. The only problem was that, well, a second ago I saw Alice taking Ameline's big cock deep down her throat. And that's why I cannot enjoy that kiss the way I should have. I simply cannot stop wondering whether what I was tasting was Alice's saliva or Ameline's dick. Probably a mix of the two. It bothered me... ...yes, it bothered me so fucking much... ...because... ...because it tasted so fucking good. Really, it was out of control. I could not do anything. I could not think. All I could do was to embrace that sweet kiss. My first kiss ever. My arms moved on its own... but luckily, before I reacted the way my body wanted... before I tried to grab the back of Alice's head, just to keep it close, just so she would not stop making out with me... luckily, before they both saw I enjoyed kissing a girl who just sucked a dick... luckily, right before any of this happened, Alice stopped the kiss and backed off. Let's hope they didn't see my arms moving to embrace Alice. Let's hope they didn't see the truth in my eyes. - Have something to say, Fatty? - asked Alice, panting heavily. 'Stop calling me Fatty. My name is Tom.' 'And kiss me again, I beg you.' I shook my head. - I have nothing to say, you crazy... Sudden pain in my groin made me stop half a sentence. I shouted, a word between 'fuck' and 'shit' came out of my mouth. I lowered my head and saw Alice's knee hammering into my testicles. I looked at her, my face was probably pale like the face of a snowman. She was smiling sadistically, but even that devilish smile of hers was... cute? Surely, while the kick itself delivered a sharp pain to my nuts, the fact that she didn't back off her knee, still pushing it right onto my balls, made it even worse. The pain was different, not sharp, but, with each second her knee was crunching my balls, I was feeling stronger and stronger pain in the lower part of my belly. Of course, I tried to get away, but she grabbed my waist and kept me still. - Bad Fatty - Alice smirked - You shall thank a girl so pretty like me for kissing an ugly boy like you. - Thank... you... - I managed to murmur. She grinned, laughed, and finally got her knee off my balls. I grabbed them, moaning from pain, not too hard, but I must have made sure she didn't destroy them. - Very well - said Mistress Ameline, grinning - That's good, Fatty. And thank you Alice dear, that will make it quicker - she looked at me, clearly very happy with what just happened - I was about to talk with you, Fatty, about your life. Ask you personal questions... but, it won't be needed anymore. You let Alice kiss you even though she just sucked my dick. You let her torture your balls, and even thank her at the end! You weren't fighting. In other words, you are a beta loser, just as I wanted. Your actions proved it. You are a little bratty for now, but this will change soon... anyway, from now on you are officially my apprentice for an upcoming month. Alice smiled and blinked at me. - It will be fun, Fatty! - Just one more thing to do... - said Ameline, taking a small, pink box out of a drawer of her desk - Put it on him, Alice. I swallowed hard, having a very bad feeling about this mysterious box. Alice, on the other hand, almost jumped from excitement as she took a box and opened it right away. She smiled and took a really small, metal chastity cage out of the box. - Someone's gonna have their little weenie locked up, Fatty... - said Alice, sounding so happy about it that it sent shivers down my spine. I take a step back, terrified. If I let them do it... if I let them lock my cock in a chastity cage... I will be all screwed. It will either be me doing whatever they say or me never cumming again. Heck, they will probably make me do what they want and won't unlock me anyway. - Is this really... - I begin. - Yes! - Ameline said strictly - It is either this or no deal. You either let Alice lock you up or you get the hell out, never again show me your ugly face, and come back to your pathetic life, worm. - And you will always dream about kissing me, and about sucking Mistress's cock, but that train will be long ago departed... You loser... - added Alice. Alice took another step closer to me, and so did I took another step back. - How long... - I will let you out at the end of the month - Ameline grinned - Or maybe earlier if you will behave well enough. - I can make you cum with just my fingers, Fatty... even if your Wormy will be locked. Alice took another step and that was it. That was a no-go. That sadistic smile crossing her face... it made me sick... it made my head spin... it made me... ...it made me cry... - This is FUCKING POINTLESS! - I shouted, punching a wall behind me. Alice stuttered and froze, taken aback by my sudden outburst. I was bearly seeing anything through tears. And yet, I was shouting. Screaming so loud, that other boys, waiting in the corridor, heard me for sure. Words were coming out of my mouth in an unstoppable wave. I was yelling at them, showing my anger. I was furious. At Alice, for being so fucking cocky and stupid. - You think you funny, bitch!? - I shouted - You think you are smart and beautiful! What the fuck! You are just a brainless slut, nothing more than a cumdump, worth less than a fucking dog! You are fucking disgusting and I would prefer to suck a million cocks than kiss your ugly face ever again! As I was screaming at her, Alice's face was turning so red from anger that it should have terrified me. Her eyes were shooting bolts of lightning at me, her lips were sealed firmly, and her hands tightened to fists... ...but I didn't care if she was angry. I was furious. At Ameline, for acting like a fucking goddess. - And you! - I continued - You are not a fucking sun on a fucking sky! You think so highly of yourself, but you are just a whore! Whatever that you have money! I shit on your money! You earned them on your knees which makes you nothing more than a monkey who is eating bananas out of another monkey's ass, and you are even proud about it! Ameline's face was steady, not showing any emotions. Hard to say whether she cared or not about my words. But how she felt meant nothing to me. I was furious. At me for being so ugly, and at the universe, for creating me that way. - But it doesn't matter! - I screamed - None of it matters! All of this is fucking pointless! Because I would become a whore, just to live a real life and not some sort of pathetic hibernation! I would suck pussies, cocks, and asses, as long as it would make me anything more than an ugly loser! - I slapped myself, once, twice, twice times twice - But I AM an ugly loser! And even as a whore, I will stay that way! Nothing can change that! I will end up in some shitty brothel, being no less of a loser than I am now! I looked at Ameline, suddenly feeling empty. My anger was wiped out. I was no more than an empty shell now. Exhaustion became my only emotion. 'Am I fucking crazy?' yet again I asked myself a thing I was asking my whole life. - So what will you say now, Ameline? - I asked, falling into a chair. - I would say... - she stutter. Good. I made a bitch uncertain. Small wins, that's all I have, and that must be it - ...I would say that after all, you have some balls which means Alice didn't destroy them completely. That's good. - That's good? - I frowned - Didn't you say that's good that I am a beta loser? Ameline shrugged. - A sub is a good whore - she said simply - A switch, on the other hand... is an excellent whore. I sighed. - Maybe. Even if so, what will it change? I am still ugly. Ameline looked at me in a way... that made me feel anxious. I felt as if she was examining me, but not my body. My soul. As if she could have looked deep inside my soul with just her bare eyes. Whatever she was looking for, I guess she found it, 'cause she slowly nodded, without saying anything. She agreed with herself. The next thing she said almost made me die of a heart attack. - There is a way to change one's look, Tom - she said, and don't know why, but I believed her right away - I promise you that I can make you beautiful if you will become a whore for me...