Girls Race

Hi everyone

First of all thank you so much for you patience while I finish this story, 7 out of 10 - almost there <3

Secondly, yes it is taking me much longer finishing episodes now, I guess the second half of a story is where you have to bring things together and I apologize but it definitely takes me longer figuring out the right pacing, and getting things in the right order.

That said, I really hope you enjoy this episode, thank you so much for continuing to read, and thank everyone who has reached out in one way or another, it means the world to me!

Content warning: peer pressure, dub-con, blackmail, alcohol.

remember that even if these things are fun to fantasize about, it is never okay to pressure anyone into doing sexual activities, and it is okay to stop or refuse to participate in any sexual activity always.

It was nice lying in bed with Gale, until the sex high wore off, what was hot and naughty in the moment suddenly felt cringe, and definitely too much... I had known this feeling would follow, the overly critical voice telling me that I had been too much.

But not just that, I had felt it before my brain realised, but the only attraction I had to Gale was his unobtainable status, and lying in bed with him suddenly felt like a lie.

I thought he stood up to bullies, instead it turns out he is a little too familiar with them. My thoughts went to Crismary and that guy blackmailing her, to Hannah who had planned a protest against the race she was now enveloped in.

If he really stood up to bullies why was he neck deep in the fraternity, in the Girls Race. Fucking hypocrite. The thought meant for him and for me in equal measure.

"I gotta go," I said as I got up, "I can't be here if anyone comes back," I pulled a sheet from his bed, and wrapped it around my waist, forcing Gale out of the bed.

"Right, uh..." He pulled his pants back up as he stood there awkwardly, "I'll see you tomorrow?" The question hung unanswered as I couldn't stay in the room a moment longer, the air thick with regret and shattered illusions.

"Adria!" He yelled as I left, "remember to put the chastity belt back on before the race tomorrow." I was already downstairs and soon enough I had left the frathouse behind.

As I walked back, I felt conflicted. There was something about how I had taken control of Gale that had felt incredible, despite the realisation that came shortly thereafter. It wasn't the shame I had felt many times for having a perverted brain, this was something else.

I arrived at the dorm, still unsure how I could feel both good and bad about acting slutty with Gale, and as I drifted off to sleep, the confusion stuck with me.

I was fast asleep as the dorm door slammed open, and Kate turned on the lights. She was full of the same conspiratorial energy as the night before, "Brianna was totally mind controlled!" She said, before she realised I was in my bed, even before sitting down.

"She told me she wasn't begging guys to let her suck them off," Kate said ignoring the fact that I pulled my duvet over my head, "but she admitted she was really drunk at that party!"

I was so exhausted, half asleep wishing Kate would just let it go. I dozed off a little and woke up to catch a sentence of Kate talking at me while she got ready for bed, "And then Ava showed us a video of Brianna literally crawling on the ground begging guys to let her suck them off."

I didn't respond, I just crept further into my duvet, trying to ignore her, "Brianna flipped, she was so embarrassed, swearing she didn't remember doing that!" Then Kate sat down on my bed, "So she definitely was mind controlled!"

That was too much for me, I sat up furiously "or she got drunk and went overboard!" I spat at her through gritted teeth, "but I was actually sleeping so if you don't mind, we can talk about it tomorrow."

I threw myself back below the duvet, and thankfully Kate didn't press the issue further, at least not then.

The next day I woke up well rested, despite being rudely woken up in the middle of the night. All the nervous energy and the thrumming from yesterday had subsided, instead my mind was quiet and my body relaxed.

It took me a second to recognise that I was even awake, I had, had a sex dream again, but unlike the embarrassment and excitement of being used in front of everyone, I was in control, I was showing everyone what I could do, how good I was at sucking dick. The man attached to the dick faded away, and the sense of control and heat stayed with me.

Kate was still sleeping, I found myself frowning at her, annoyed and feeling strangely rejected. Why was she so hung up on her stupid theory? I didn't want to talk to her at all, if I could help it, I hadn't been mind controlled, but if she knew I had licked up cum from Gale's stomach, she'd probably think I was.

I put the chastity belt in a tote bag and a few practical things along with it, and I left Kate in her drunken sleep. I retraced my steps yesterday, trying to find the jeans and panties I had lost, the night before. But to no avail, some lucky pervert probably shot his load into my panties by now, I thought.

A chuckle burst forth, surprised that the thought had appeared in my mind, surprised that it didn't gross me out, but made me feel slightly powerful. I decided to extend my walk to go by the stadium, maybe I could catch a glimpse of what they were building in there.

I walked briskly as I breathed in the air, noticing how different it felt, fresher somehow than usual, feeling a little excited about going to the race. Maybe it was just the spectacle, or nervousness for what the day would bring, but as I got closer to the stadium I felt butterflies of anticipation flutter in my belly.

I quickly realised it was impossible to get an advantage by spying in, but I did run into Crismary, whether she had the same idea as me or if she had a meeting with that man, I didn't find out as she left hurriedly the moment she saw me.

I tried following the same direction she went but I lost her around the corner from the Winkhole offices. I stopped and looked around for her when a male voice called out from the entrance to Winkhole.

"Hey!" I looked back to see a pale eyed man in his early thirties wave at me, "you're Adria right? Number 13?"

I nodded, and looked around nervously, but no one paid attention. "Yeah, but maybe don't shout it out loud."

"Fuck sorry," he apologised, "I wanna talk with you about something." He waved me inside and I went, the offices were cheap looking, but not dirty, I was relieved to see both men and women at work. So I felt safe to follow this man inside.

"I shouldn't be doing this, but..." he led me to his desk, and turned on his computer, "Adria, you've got really great numbers." I blushed as I saw the ratings of each of the contestants, with me third from the top at a 4.4 out of 5. I felt a warm sense of victory as Megan was down at 3.9.

"I know you're not the top ranking girl, but that gloryhole video is the only content with a perfect 5 star ranking so far." He said, tapping my image, revealing the myriad of clips of me on their site, "I think you could make a killing if you wanted to sign with us."

The offer came as a surprise, the meaning wasn't lost on me, he was asking me to do porn. I felt myself flush red, I could see the whole folder of curated clips of me doing all the demeaning things I had been doing up until now, so in a sense I was already doing porn.

I shook my head, "That's not..." I didn't know what came after that, that's not what? That's not me? It very clearly was, there was no hiding that. "I don't think I want to be a porn star." I managed.

The man just grinned with such sincerity I almost forgot what he was asking me to do, "look, I'm not asking you to throw your life away," he reassured me, "take two weeks out of your calendar this summer, we'll go to Spain and shoot some movies." He pulled out a pamphlet for a timeshare in Spain, "You'll stay in this house, have a blast in Europe, and you'll make so much money in those two weeks you'll be begging me to go again next year."

There was something about the way he said that, that made me think girls actually did beg.

"I'll think about it..." I said, mostly to get the hell away from the screen, and the situation, for a second I wondered how he'd like the dare videos we did during spin the bottle...

"Take my card." He gave me a business card, before I left. I hadn't gone to the Girls race site, and somehow I hadn't realized just how exposed I was online. I wondered if my classmates had bought access, and then it hit me, the punishments would be there.

I was still angry with Kate, but I texted her, "check the girls race site, punishment videos should be online. Josh can pay for access."

That last bit I put in to fuck with her, Late would hate it if Josh watched anything on that site, but I really was still mad at her.

Time went by quickly, I almost missed lunch and ate late enough that I'd have to hurry to the race. I knew they expected me to be wearing the chastity belt, so I got changed at the diner.

I felt almost certain that they weren't going to make me keep it on, but still a part of me panicked as soon as the lock clasped shut, and the vibrator turned back on again.

Unlike the jeans I lost, the loose pants I wore fit nicely around the belt, and if you didn't know, you really couldn't tell that my clit was being relentlessly teased.

I suffered the vibrations all the way to the event. Luckily one of the emotionless event girls unlocked it for me as I entered the girls' locker room. I felt so glad to be rid of it, and happy to see I would be wearing my whole race outfit, and not just a bikini bottom.

The gymnasium court had been marked up in six zones with tape, three on either half of the court. Red on the inner most area, orange and then green. But that wasn't what caught my attention, at either end was a sort of stockade, with five pillories on either end, and along the spectator seats large cardboard boxes with the word condoms written on the side.

Shit I felt my heart beat faster as I realised that today I might not just have to suck cock, someone might fuck me while I am stuck in the pillory.

The announcer broke the buzzing of chatter among the spectators, "Greetings! As some of you already know, today we'll kick things off with strip dodge ball!" An event girl entered the court with a basket of brightly pink dodgeballs.

"Rules are simple, if you are hit, or if an opponent catches your ball you strip!" It seemed simple enough, regular dodgeball with a layer of stripping, "after 5 minutes the play area shrinks, removing first the green and then the orange zones."

The event girl pointed to the corresponding zones with a dead smile, "if a naked girl is hit she is out! Condemned to the free use stockade!" The crowd cheered, "remember condoms and lube are mandatory! They will be important later."

One of the event girls presented a box of condoms and a big bottle of lube. "A big thanks to Libisyn for sponsoring today's event."

The crowd laughed, as if they were in on a joke I didn't understand.

"Teams will be the evens and the unevens, and one of the girls won an advantage yesterday," Melody looked embarrassed but she cheered, "You thoroughly thwarted Megan yesterday, so today you'll get to choose, wear an extra item of clothing or strip down each of your opponents!"

The event girl handed her a microphone. "Uh, I think..." She looked at the crowd who was cheering for her.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" They yelled, urging Melody to to force the uneven team to strip one item.

"Yeah, let's see them strip," she grinned.

"And there we have it, all girls on team uneven must take off their shorts!"

I sighed, at least the panties I wore weren't that much more revealing than the pink shorts that were part of the Girls Race uniform, but it brought me and everyone on the uneven team closer to the pillories.

We were all directed to stand at the back line as around ten balls were carefully placed on a line between the two red marked rectangles, "When the moan sounds, you may begin!"

There was a quiet moment, I planned my strategy; play defensively, hope someone on my team would go all in and take a few hits while I kept my clothes on for as long as possible.

"Uuuh!" The moan blasting loudly through the gymnasium speakers was clearly lifted from porn, or a terrible thought went through my mind, from one of the punishments.

I didn't have time to consider it as balls went flying shortly after, two girls on my team were hit and three on the opposite side.

Balls leaving the court were returned by the event girls, and I had no time to orient myself before the air was filled with balls flying both directions, this time everyone managed to dodge.

Both teams were good at keeping out of the way, except for the five who got hit early on. I played defensively, only throwing a few balls before the loud moan let us all know the field was shrinking.

"The green area will be out of bounds in 10 - 9 - 8..." as the announcer counted down, everyone hurried to the orange rectangle, and as he hit "...2 - 1!" Everyone was out of the green rectangle.

The game already felt more hectic, at first to our advantage, we managed to hit two girls, but soon enough the balls went flying back, one of them hitting my shin.

I had to strip my top, but at least I wasn't the only one on our team who was topless, just one girl had managed to dodge all the balls that came at her, and we had managed to get two of our opponents to bare their tits as well.

Although I couldn't claim much credit.

It went surprisingly fast now that the court had shrinked, Dakota was the first to strip naked, or down to her sneakers. Which meant she'd be in the stockade if she got hit once more.

Things got easier for me as everyone on the other team went for Dakota now, which in turn meant I got a little too brave and found myself standing wide open as a ball hurled towards me, I hadn't even seen it before it was too late.

To my surprise my hands reacted and caught the ball before it could hit me in the chest, and as my team cheered I realised I had just made Melody strip out of her top. It was difficult to sort out my head, if it was the adrenaline of the game, or the risk of the stocksades that had my heart pounding.

I hurried to hurl the ball, but it hit the ground before it could hit the shin of anyone on the opposite team, I found myself cursing under my breath in disappointment.

When the moan sounded again, there were three naked girls, two on our team and only one girl still wearing her top, unfortunately she was on the opposing team, so it wasn't looking too good.

Again the announcer counted down, and we had to move into the final red zone, which was much closer than any of us would like.

It went fast now, Dakota had been the main target for a while, and with no room to dodge she went to the stockade quickly, she was unceremoniously escorted by two event girls. Then Claire managed to hit two girls in rapid succession and soon I lost track of what was going on. I focused on staying away from the ball, resisting the temptation to try and catch one.

We were down to three girls on either side when I got hit, I let out a sigh, but before I pulled my panties off I was hit again, it all went so fast.

Fuck I thought as I went out of the court while pulled my panties off, the crowd roared, it all went so fast and as two event girls grabbed me firmly, there was only three players left.

I felt my stomach flutter with nerves, and my head spinning with adrenaline. The pillories had cameras mounted in two positions, one on the ground, pointed upwards to where my pussy was gonna be, and one pointed at the face hole.

The girl next to us moaned wildly, "please don't stop!" It took me by surprise, but I didn't have time for more than a glance before my head was pushed down into the pillory.

As I was locked in, I realised the whole thing was on wheels. The two girls pushed me backwards so my hips went behind a curtain.

It was annoying, but also kinda hot that they cared so much about the men's privacy but so little about mine, whoever was back there would remain anonymous while footage of his fucking my pussy, paired with my face, would surely end up online.

There was no one there at first, and I began to feel a little hurt, as the girl next to me moaned in embarrassment and pleasure, but then I felt him, his dickhead spreading my pussy lips gently. And there it was, I was getting fucked on camera in full view of hundreds of men in the spectator seats.

I didn't pay attention to the game playing out in front of me, it felt too good, it wasn't even the fucking, it took a second to realise but apparently the lube had some sort of sensory effects, which made feel annoyingly tingly, and the thrusting helped.

Like the cock was literally scratching an itch. And the brief moments between the first guy finishing and the second guy starting to fuck me, felt agonising, the tingling sensation felt so intense I thought I would go insane, and then relief came in the form of cock, quieting the tingles by it's touch.

I lost control of my face, and I'm sure anyone watching me thought I was orgasming, and I may have been. Honestly it was impossible to tell where the relief ended and the sexual pleasure began.

I couldn't really focus on anything being said, or how many guys fucked me before it was over, that stimulation lube turned all of my attention to my pussy.

Eventually the fucking stopped, and for a few agonising minutes I just had to deal with the tingling until it faded enough to ignore.

Our legs all wobbled as we got out, my body was burning with lust and exhaustion as I left my pillory.

"Fuck!" The girl next to me said, "what the fuck was that?"

But no answer came, we were unlocked, and just as I got up, one of the event girls presented me with my "prize" : five filled condoms tied in a necklace. I felt a little light headed, I had been fucked by five strangers, and their jizz now rested in condoms on my chest.

We were led to the middle of the court. The room had been cleared for balls, in the middle of the room stood a small table with a bowl on top. In the bottom of the bowl was a biscuit.

"Now the girls must empty their condoms onto the biscuit," the announcer explained, "but the first girl to be rid of all of her condoms must eat the biscuit and lick the bowl clean."

The crowd cheered, Claire only had three condoms, she had looked pretty happy about that up until now.

"The girls can cut open as many condoms as they like, and remember the girl with the most condoms remaining loses today, and has to face off against the loser from the other room."

The event girl gave Dakota a scissor to cut open her condoms.

She cut open two, and shrugged as she passed them along, one by one the girls cut one to three condoms, then one girl cut four and the semen suddenly filled the bowl a lot more than I had anticipated. Before I had even dumped any myself.

Claire stood right next to me with her three condoms and cut one before handing me the scissor with a defeated look in her eyes. I cut open a single one, which kept me comfortably in the middle of the group. The scissor went around and I realised that we were only eight. Two girls had managed to avoid the pillories at all, and were safe.

"I'm gonna have to eat that biscuit no matter what I do." I suddenly heard Claire say, moments before the scissor was handed to her, she cut both her condoms and the crowd erupted in cheer.

I looked around, everyone had four or less condoms, three of us were tied in the bottom.

"And that is it folks! Looks like Claire decided to just get it over with, but before she can get her treat, we have a losers tie between Erica, Adria and Hannah!"