Finding a way out of slavery.

Based on a post by BBrixton, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Can

you-oh! Can you get us out of here?" I asked as quietly as I could;

while Glail ran his cock in and out of me. At least it was giving my

mouth a break.

"No way, no fucking way I ain't risking my life like that." 

Figures. "Can you get a message out to the Guild again?"

"May fuck! Fuck you're tight; oh; Maybe. What should it say?"

"That; ah! That they're using Neural Climax Stimulators; NCS. It's Guild technology. And tell them we're both okay for now."

 Glail nodded and rammed his cock into my cunt deeper, letting out a deep, guttural groan.

"Umm; fuck; okay. Anything else?"

"No; oh;” I squealed. "Anything you can, oh; can tell me?"

"Actually there is." He said between deep breaths. "There's a local club, mostly rich kids. They have this; tradition."

"What tradition?"

"They

call it The Raid. After the Slut's first day they; oh fuck I'm getting

close! They pick the Slut with the highest total score for the day. They

bribe the guards to get in, in the middle of the night and, ah!

Ah; oh;” He squirmed.

Almost by instinct I flexed my pelvic muscles around him. I squeezed his cock inside my cunt and his whole body tensed up.

His

arm wrapped a little harder around my neck as he finished his

sentence;”and they rape her!" he whispered between clenched teeth as he

exploded inside me, pumping my pussy full of cum as the words hit me.

Glail stayed on top of me for a moment, catching his breath.

The Slut with the highest total score; I

thought, my mind racing, as he finally rose and started dressing. He

cleared his throat and I turned to look at him. He didn't say anything

but gave me a look and I gave him the tiniest nod to tell him I

understood.

"Nice

work, whore. I might even give you a ten for that." He said, then as he

realized what he'd just told me looked away. But I jumped at it.

"Please

do! I would love to be the best Slut on my first day!" I squealed like a

happy little whore, hoping he would understand I actually meant it. He

looked surprised but again said nothing else. He fished out a digital

device and entered something; from the other room I heard the beep of

one of the displays updating.

"Come on, let's see if there are any more customers waiting for you." He said and I hurriedly got dressed.

"You

took your fucking time." Plitrick said when we re-entered the

antechamber. "Semenface here finished off two guys while you were busy

in there, the cock-hungry bitch." He said and laughed.

I glanced over at the screen and to my horror watched the latest stats for us.

My

total score was 8.2, Elosia's 7.7. Her W Y F A score; whatever that

meant; was 40% while mine was only 20%! I had no idea which of these

mattered more, but I knew that if I could, I had to get the highest

score; I had to take this hit for Elosia or at least warn her about it.

CB's score was well below both of ours, which was a relief. If it came

to it; I knew Elosia at least had the same training as me, we were both

capable of handling something like that, even if it might not be very

enjoyable; but CB didn't, as long as she wasn't in danger, that was the

main thing.

If Elosia noticed anything off, she didn't show it. Glail grinned and looked bashful.

"So? Her pussy any good?" Plitrick asked. Glail glanced at me and raised his hand in a so-so motion.

"I've had better, but she's alright."

Inwardly

I cursed; if Plitrick bothered to do a tiny amount of math he'd figure

out that my pussy score had gone up from 8.6 to 9, and that could only

be because Glail had given me a ten. But if Plitrick could do basic math

or not was up for debate, and in any case he didn't seem to notice

anything.

The

morning continued with two more batches of men coming in, another eight

in total. I tried my best to entice them to fuck me. To my frustration

they all opted for blowjobs. I knew I could never beat Elosia at sucking

cock, but I knew my pussy game was stronger; and my ass game

exceptional. If only I could have explained to her.

So

I did what I could. I sucked on all cocks offered me, as best as I knew

how. I managed three out of eight; and again all eight chose to finish

in my mouth; I felt bloated by all the sperm in my belly by the time we

were done.

By the time lunch time rolled around my jaw was killing me, but when I looked at the displays it wasn't