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Kari\'s Gift	By : Talonias Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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That night, the three of them returned to T.K’s house. Sora, Kari and T.K. himself. Kari followed demurely, though, her heart was racing. By losing the second bet, she knew that she had lost her chance for freedom. She had promised to be his slave until he saw fit to release her, and that was probably going to be a good long time. Already, T.K had ordered her to call her mother and – while Sora’s questing hands had played with her breasts and slipped within her panties – she’d explained that she was going to be staying with friends for a while and might not be back for a few days.
After that, the car journey back had been..exhilarating. T.K. had given Sora permission to do whatever she wanted to her as long as they were both in the back, and so, Kari had endured the constant torment of her friend’s roaming hands. The feel of her hot breath against her neck, the touch of her fingers at her breasts and lower lips. She’d felt Sora’s mouth pressed against her bare skin, and squirmed as the redhead had driven her closer and closer to climax. By the end of it, she’d nearly been begging, though she’d managed to hold her tongue.
For Kari, who had a submissive streak that ran quite deeply, the journey had been something a little bit extra special too. As the car had driven them away from the swimming pool, she’d imagined that she had been sold off, or that she’d lost a bet to strangers, and now she was being taken away, forced to be a toy for the amusement of others even as her whole world vanished behind her. The thought of just how aroused the whole t thing had actually made her did bring a bit of shame to the girl, but she couldn’t help it.
As soon as the door slammed closed behind them, T.K. turned. Sora whistled, seeing the room.

“So now you have two gorgeous slave girls.” She said with a wink. “Just what do you want us to do?”
“Let me see...” T.K. said, as though he were actually thinking about it. “The first thing we have to do is to establish the house rules. This goes for the two of you, soi listen up. I want you both naked at all times, unless I say otherwise, you got it?”
“Hmm.” Sora said. “I didn’t know you had such a take charge attitude, T.K.” She grinned as she reached up, shrugging off her shirt with ease, and undoing her bra shortly afterwards. She struggled out of her jeans, and then stood for a moment in only her panties. Kari watched herr, feeling a ping of envy for her friend once more. Sora’s body was well toned, years of work at athletics competitions having seen to that. She was fit, and slim. Her legs were long, and her skin was clear. She stood without a hint of shame or embarrassment, meeting T.K’s eye with her own. Kari flushed at the thought of it, even with all the things that she had done so recently with the two of them.
T.K. looked at her for a moment, and she nodded. A moment later, her panties also hit the ground, sliding down her long legs. Sora was not totally naked and bare to the world. Now, it was Kari’s turn, and the eighth Chosen trembled a little as her own hands worked at her blouse. She could feel the eyes of her friends on her, only, they weren’t the eyes of her friends in her imagination. They were the eyes of her master, the man who had gained possession of her. The man who held her chains in his hand. She flushed at the thought, but slid off her shirt, feeling the blast of cold air against her skin.
“Why, Kari.” Sora said. “It looks like you’re aroused already. Your nipples are hard.”
Kari flushed at that, and her face went red. She wanted to stammer a denial, but couldn’t. The truth was revealed a moment later anyway, as she undid her bra, and her hardened nipples were made visible to the world. T.K. stepped forwards, his eyes roaming her naked chest, and she felt weak at the knees. Desiring thundering through her throat. Blushing, she presented herself to her boyfriend, even as she undid her skirt, and let it fall to the ground. Her long socks went next, and soon, she stood in only her panties just like Sora had also done.
With another look from T.K., she removed these as well, standing naked in the living room of the small apartment along with two of her best friends. The wind felt cold against her flesh, raising goosebumps, and she could feel the eyes of not only her boyfriend, but also of Sora. She flushed again, though she knew that it was silly to do so. After all, by now, the both of them had seen her do far worse than merely strip for them.
“From now on, when you’re in the house, neither of you is to wear clothes.” T.K. said. “Is that understood?”
Sora nodded, and Kar followed along shortly thereafter. T.K. took another moment, and then spoke again.
“Kari, I promised you a punishment if you failed to win the game by the pool. You… uh….were pretty amazing but you didn’t quite manage to win, so I should live up to my word.

So saying, he left the room for a moment, returning with a bag which made Kari’s heart skip. It was plastic, and dark, and full of what she knew to be various forms of sex toys. Her heart hammered, and she looked away for a moment, fantasies running through her head even as she did.
Sora smirked at the sight of the bag, seeming to come to a conclusion of her own. She said nothing, though, and simply continued to stand naked.
“Kari, you’re going to be first.” T.K. said, waving her over. Almost reluctantly, Kari followed his command, coming to a stop in front of him, the bag at her feet. T.K. bent down to extract something from it, but before she could see what it was, he reached up and kissed her. The shock sent a wave of shivers running down her body, and she could feel the heat of his body against her naked skin. Goosebumps raised across her as she leaned into the kiss, her eyes closed, enjoying the passion of the moment,

As they kissed, Kari also felt T.K’s hand running along the side of her body, touching her almost gently, sweeping over her with a careful passion that sent waves of pleasure coursing in its wake. Desire awoke within her, even if she did her best to restrain it, and she felt a knot in her gut forming at his presence. T.K’s fingers gently stroked her naked skin, almost lazily, and yet each touch sent sparks of electricity jumping through her being.
He broke the kiss, standing back to get a good look at her.
“What was that for?” She murmured, still a little confused.

“For you being you.” He said, with a laugh. “And letting me do this.”
And then, the moment of closeness was gone, he stood back, once more the dominant master. The taste of his lips was still on her tongue as he ordered her to bow her head. She did, feeling him fitting something over her skull, brushing against her hair as he did.
It was a collar. White, it sat against the base of her throat, gently constricting her neck. The feel of it was not enough to harm her, but it was just uncomfortable enough that she could not forget she was wearing it. She raised one hand, feeling it carefully.
He put me in a collar. She thought. It should have been degrading, but it aroused her instead. The feeling of the leather against her throat, the helplessness that it represented. The feeling of surrendering herself to the control of another. Oh god, was she getting wet just from this? Could T.K. see it? Could Sora see it?
She didn’t get an answer to that last question. T.K moved behind her and tied her hands with a length of rope. The rough fabric of it bit in against her soft skin, but the feeling only served to arouse her further. Standing with her arms tied behind her back, T.K. could do anything to her and she wouldn’t be able to protect herself. She looked down, seeing her naked body, feeling the desire that burned between her legs.
T.K’s eyes met her own, and his voice rang out, calmly but firmly.

“You lost the game, Kari.”

“I did.” She said, looking up to meet him. “I tried to win my freedom, but I wasn’t able to. You beat me.” A hint of colour flashed across her cheeks as she said that, flushing at the memory of their game. “It was a pretty fun game, though...”
“That it was.” T.K. nodded. “But you lost, right? And the prize was your freedom, so you don’t have it anymore. What does that make you, Kari?”
Kari flushed more redly than before, her eyes dropping to the ground at her feet. Was he really going to make her say it? She shivered a little, the feel of the rope stretched across her wrists like a magnet for her thoughts, drawing her inexorably to the current situation. She knew what he wanted her to say, and part of her wanted to say it too. Part of her didn’t, though. For it would make it more real, more solid. And Sora was present too, the thought of admitting such a thing in front of her oldest friend…
“Kari? What does it make you?”
“It makes me...” She hesitated, drawing a deep breath and forcing it out. “ItmakesmeyoursexslaveTK.”
T.K. blinked for a moment, almost taking a step back as though surprised. A hint of colour touched his cheeks as well, but he quickly forced it away. Kari continued to blush, her naked body flushed with colour and excitement as well as arousal, and some shame.
“I was going to accept ‘’slave’’” T.K. said. “But I suppose that you have the right idea. From now on, until I chose to release you or you win your freedom some other way, you have to do anything and everything that you’re told, understood?”

“Yes.” Kari said. “I understand.”
“Good.” T.K. said. “Now, since Sora was the one with the idea for that little game of ours, she also helped me to set up a few more things for you. She wanted to make it a bit more official, you see. Since you had so many fantasies about enslavement, I thought that it may be a good idea too. We’ve prepared a gauntlet for you, a game if you like. If you want, why not consider it a bit of roleplaying? You’ve just been enslaved, so we have to make sure that you feel like it.”

At this point, Kari realised that Sora had slunk away somewhere, but that was only a minor concern. Her heat was a hammering at the thought of what T.K. was suggesting, arousal, trepidation and anxiety mixing together.
“W-what do you have in mind?”

“Well...” T.K. said. “Female slaves when they were first captured were traditionally stripped naked. That’s been done.” He grinned at her. “Next we have a test of some kind. A little humiliation to break the spirit and make for a submissive servant.”
“You want to humiliate me?”
“You want to be humiliated yourself, don’t you?” T.K. asked, his hand rising to stroke the side of her face. Even though he was playing at control, she sensed that he would back off if she said no. This was still just a game to him, and he still cared about her. All she had to do was to ask him and he would release her.
“M-maybe.” She said, slowly. Her throat felt dry and parched as she went on. “I..I like feeling helpless… that someone else is in control...”
“I know.” T.K. said. “And that’s what I am going to give you until you finally win your freedom. We’ve got so much fun planned. I...Uh, I may have thought about it quite a lot.” He laughed in an embarrassed manner. “Sorry about that. But when your childhood crush presents herself to you naked and says you can do anything to her, it tends to get the mind working, you know? So follow me, I’ve got the first surprise for you lined up and all.”
He turned around, heading for the bedroom. Ne3rviously, she followed. Feeling her nakedness with each and every step, the collar around her neck digging into her throat. Her breasts felt bare and open, and her lower self was helpless.
Inside the bedroom, there was a single double bed, pushed up against the far wall. It, plus the closet and the wardrobe, took up about half of the room. There was a window across from the bed, the curtains drawn closed about it. The rest of the room was dominated by a large desktop set on a sturdy looking table. It was fairly new looking, and seemed pretty powerful. It was hooked up to a squat plastic webcam, and Sora was standing beside it with a grin on her face that made Kari’s skin crawl.
“We’ve set up a chat room.” T.K. explained, turning around to face her. The words were like hot knives to her soul. “The web cam is set up too. Today is the do that you’re going to meet the world, Kari.”

“A chat room?” She shivered. “Where from? Who is there?”

“No one we know.” T.K. reassured her. “And we’ve set up software to blur your face anyway. Well, actually, it was less us that did that and more Izzy. Though, he didn’t know why we asked him. I’ve tried it a few times, and it works, so they’re not going to see who you are...this time.”
She shivered again at that, already feeling the eyes of a thousand people across her body. This couldn’t be happening;. It felt impossible, and yet, it was playing out. Her breathing started to become short and sharp, excitement flooding her body.
“Almost time, T.K.” Sora said. “Few more minutes and we can start.”

T.K. nodded, and then turned back to Kari. “You’re going to be a cam girl for a day.” He said. “Earn some money that we can use for more fun later. No one will see your face or know it’s you, but you’re going to stand there and do whatever you’re told. You’ll probably have to do something quite indecent. Usually, I wouldn’t even think of asking anyone to do this, but since you have a fantasy around it…”
“We have a cover story.” Sora said smartly. “You’re a girl who broke up with her boyfriend. Been there a thousand times before, right? This time, though, he got some dirt on you, and he’s forcing you to give a show as a form of revenge. Figured you’d dig that.”

“M-maybe.” Kari admitted. “But what if someone calls the police or something?”

“They won’t.” Sora assured her. “Not this group.”
Kari inclined her head slowly, and then nodded.

“Okay. Okay. I think I have this.” She was still breathing heavily, and Sora glanced towards T.K. who nodded slightly. If Kari had not objected, he was still on course.

“Here we go.” Sora said, turning to sit down by the computer. T.K. took a seat by the bed, so that only Kari was visible within the range of the camera. Then, Sora started to type, and a moment later, the little red dot on the camera changed to green.
“We’re on.” Sora said. Kari shuddered, not even believing that she was standing here. For a long moment, she did nothing. Just stood out in the open, imagining how many men were looking at her naked body.
“Everyone is ready.” Sora called, glancing back towards her with a vindictive grin. “You’re getting quite the reaction, girl. Why don’t you introduce yourself.”
Kari nodded, gulping a little, her legs shaking as she looked directly into the camera.
“H-hi everyone.” She said. “T-this is….well, my name doesn’t matter…Um… I lost a bet and got enslaved by my ex boyfriend. Now he had blackmail material that he’s going to release if I don’t stand here and do whatever I am told…”
As she spoke, her face grew redder and redder, as she imagined hundreds of people watching her, waiting for her to do so something more than talk.
“So...uh… I’ll be your cam-girl tonight.” It was a series of words that she never thought she would ever utter. The idea of becoming a cam-girl was something she’d never even imagined. But now she was here, having lost the bet, lost her freedom, and now was about to lose her dignity, debasing herself in front of hundreds of people.
T.K. got up and moved behind her, his hands gliding over the knot which he’d tied in the rope that bound her arms. A moment later, it fell away, and she was free again.
“I’m the boyfriend in question.” He said, smirking for the camera (Though, it did not record his face anyway) “And since I’ve got my old flame here totally under your control, for the next little while, she’s going to be our toy. She has to do anything that she’s told by me, or else the pictures will get out. Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Y-yes.” Kari nodded, then yelped as T.K’s hand rapped gently but firmly against her rear.
“A slave doesn’t get to simply respond.” He told her. “What is it that you have to call me?”
“Y-yes master?”
“Better. Now, while everyone is talking about what to make you do, how about you show everyone just how willing you are? Let me see… Let’s do a little question and answer. Where do you most like to be touched?”
“I...I...” Kari blushed, the idea of hundreds of men learning such intimate secrets about her brought her a flood of shame. Even if they would never knew who she was, the fact that they could name such personal facts about her body…
“I like to be touched….” She started slowly, but T.K. interrupted her.

“Talk to the camera.”
“Y-yes master. “ She forced herself to gaze towards the unblinking green light, her mouth felt dry. “I like to be touched between the legs.”

“Where exactly?”
“In my vagina.” She said, trying to use the most neutral form of the word, even as she felt her body spiking with arousal. Already, she was buying into the back-story of the game, sharing the sense of rage and helpless frustration that her character would have had in this exact same situation. She almost imagined that she could remember the scenes that had played out to bring her here. The break up, the arguments, the text which had sealed her fate. She imagined begging, pleading for mercy only to be told that this was the only way.
“Vagina?” T.K. said. “That’s a cold way to talk about it. Do you mean down here?”
His hand sneaked down behind her back, and reached through the gap between her legs, splaying her lower lips open for the whole world to see. Kari gasped, feeling the sudden exposure like a lighting bolt. Her hands clenched, but she could do nothing, and so, simply turned her head to the side, trying not to see the camera.
“Y-yes.” She said. “Right there.”
“Good of you to be so clear.” T.K. said, his fingers withdrawing, but not before he gently rubbed her lower lips a few times, sending shocks of pleasure and desire thundering through her.”
“Oh, they liked that.” Sora said from the side. “We’re even getting some donations. Looks like they’re buying it too. Let’s see… we’ve got a few requests… They want you to masturbate in front of them, Kari.”
Kari nodded, saying nothing in case the camera picked it up. The way Sora was speaking, it was clear that the red-haired girl was not being picked up by it audibly or visually, but Kari certainly was.
Slowly, her hand came up, questing fingers finding her lower self. She was already wet, and she hoped that no one had noticed. Even the slightest touch sent waves of arousal through her body. Her nipples had grown hard, and her skin was breaking out in goosebumps.
She touched herself then. In front of the camera, in front of hundreds, she touched herself. Her fingers carefully pulling apart her labia, slipping inside her mound with gentle persistence. All the while, she was mortified. Feeling the pleasure of her own fingers even as she knew she was being watched by so many. Sora, T.K. and so many others. She penetrated herself, thrusting her fingers into her pussy, fighting back the urge to moan, her left hand moving to her breasts, kneading and rubbing it. Each touch, a jolt.
It was just like she had always imagined. Naked in a room full of people. Blackmailed and helpless, forced to put on a show. Her lithe body totally exposed to the world, she was allowed no respite, no mercy, no rest. She played with herself, rubbing her lips and toying with her clitoris. Her eyes closed as she bathed in the pleasure and the fantasy.
To Kari, in that moment, the story she had been given became so much more real. She felt like she really was being blackmailed, held against her will and forced to pleasure herself. She had become a toy, a slave, a thing of pleasure to others. It was shameful just how much that turned her on.
As she touched herself, her climax continued to build. Her legs started to feel weak, and her nipples tingled with sensation. Each stroke of her own fingers brought a gasp to her mouth, and she quickly realised that she was on the very edge of climax.
“P-please.” She murmured, so softly that it was a miracle anyone heard it at all. “S-show mercy… I am going to cum… please don’t show it to the world...”
“What do you think of that?” T.K. asked the camera. “She’s going to climax and she doesn’t want you to see it. Should we show her mercy?”
For a second that seemed to stretch to infinity, there was no answer. Then, Sora read off the chat.
“No.” She said. “Sorry, girl. But you’re out of luck. They want to see you at your peak.”
“Well...” T.K. said. “Sorry about that, but it’s not like you have much choice, do you? If you want those pictures gone, better do what the people want. In fact...”
Suddenly, his arms wrapped around her chest, and she gasped as his hands enfolded her nipples, stroking and teasing.
“I’m ordering you to make yourself climax with both your hands.” He said to her, just loudly enough for the sound to reach the camera. “And make it a good one too...”
Helplessly, Kari nodded. Need and desire melding within her now, and the constant vision of the camera a painfully burning sense of observation. T.K’s hold steadied her body as she reached down with her other hand, masturbating with them both now for the viewing of the world. She felt shame as she neared the edge, furiously touching herself, rubbing her clit gently, stroking her labia. After another moment, she felt the climax erupt from her lower self, groaning as the waves of pleasure spiked within her. Her feet and legs went numb, the breath was torn from her throat, a wave of sensation washed across her tingling body. She writhed and groaned, cumming in full sight of the world.
After a moment, it was over. Gasping, she sank to her knees, her pussy still sopping wet. Her cheeks burned red, and she directed her gaze down at the floor. She’d just climaxed. Online. In front of hundreds of people.
For a long series of moments, she just sat there, gathering her energy and her strength. Her core was full of aftershocks, waves of pleasure still gently striking against her form. It was one of the most explosive climaxes she’d ever had.
“Is it… is it over…?” She asked, looking up towards T.K. “Did I pay you back yet…?”
“No.” T.K. smirked down at her, an evil look on his face which sent shivers racing down her spine, even if she knew he was just acting. “Not even close. That was pretty hot, though. Maybe if you had been more like that before, we’d still be together now.”
He laughed, and to her, it sounded more than a bit forced, but it still served her purpose, playing into her fantasy of being controlled.
“W-why…?” She said, enjoying herself in spite of the humiliation. “What more do you want from me?”
“What more?” T.K. said. “You’re going to perform for the stream for longer than this! Once that’s done, then maybe I’ll get rid of the pictures!”
“Ugh.” At T.K’s command, she got up, blushing as he ordered her to show herself to the camera just as she had before.
“Just to see how wet she is.” T.K. said, laughing in character at her shame. “She really likes it, trust me.”
Kari looked aside, not rising to that suggestion, since she knew that she did like it. Maybe not in character, but it had been one of the best climaxes of her life, and she was still feeling the after-effects of it.
After giving her a moment to catch her breath, T.K. next had her sit down with her legs spread wide, showing herself fully to the camera. Then, he gestured, and Sora tossed him a permanent marker.
“The next step.” He said. “Is made with some viewer input. I’m going to write on her body, and you guys are going to tell me what to write and where. If she resists, she’s going to be punished… but hell, look at that cute little body! We’ll probably punish her anyway.”
For the next several minutes, T.K. did just that. Taking suggestions from the chat as he drew and wrote across her naked body. He circled the tips of her breasts in black marker, drawing a little ‘’x’’ over each nipple. He made a tally on her thigh of the number of times she had climaxed, only one so far, but he promised there would be more.
On her upper stomach, with an arrow pointing to her chest, he wrote ‘’Small breasts’’. Below this, and with an arrow pointing to her lower self, he wrote ‘’Use here’’.
Kari stayed still through it all, flushing furiously as she felt the touch of the pen across her naked skin. Her eyes pressed closed, she couldn’t help but imagine that this was the past, that she had been captured by someone else… maybe the Digimon Emperor or someone in the Real World… and now she was being marked. Each word tattooed permanently on her skin, making it so that she would be ruined for anything else. That anyone who ever saw her naked would have no doubt what she was.
T.K. wasn’t done there, though. After he finished writing on her, he told her to stand up again. Twirling in spot so that everyone could see. She did as she was told, and he next took out a small vibrator, which he ordered her to insert. With shaking hands, she did. Feeling the alien plastic caught between her lower lips. Then, he ordered her to put her hands behind her back, and he tied her up again, separating her legs and forcing her to sit down in front of the camera.
Then, he started the vibrator, and she groaned, her pussy still sensitive after her last climax. It whirred and buzzed inside her, but she could not move, her hands were tied, and so, all she could do was to sit and endure it. With the eyes of the world upon her, Kari had never felt more alive. The vibrator inside her pushed her steadily towards orgasm. She came a second time, almost as explosively as the first. Gasping and groaning, she shuddered, feeling it rock her insides.
T.K. dutifully noted down another one on the chart.
Next, he stripped off his own pants and trousers, standing before her fully erect, and he ordered her to give him a blowjob. She’d done this once before, though, then it had been quite a bit more awkward. Now more sure of herself, she did it again. Sucking on him gently and firmly, drawing him out with her tongue. The taste of her boyfriend filled her mouth, and the thought that she was being watched, and even probably recorded, made it all a hundred times more intense for the girl.
T.K. came a moment later, filling her mouth and ordering her to swallow. She did, despite the humiliation, knowing that her character would have no choice.
After this, tiny vibrating beads were tapped to her nipples, the vibrator was turned back on, and she was made to orgasm again and again. Her lower self throbbed with it, and her vision was blurring by the time she had cum three more times. The feelings that shook her body were more than she had ever experienced before. Her arms tied behind her back, and her legs spread wide, she couldn’t even try to hide herself or her obvious pleasure.
After that, T.K turned the toys off, and gave her a moment to catch her breath. She gasped, ragged and worn, feeling like she never had before. Like a sex toy that was being used with no regard for itself, Kari felt incredibly aroused, even though she knew that this was a terrible thing. Or at least would have been, if it had not been all a game. A pretend scenario. She knew that T.K. would stop any time she wanted. But maybe she wanted to pretend that he wouldn’t. She imagined that now she was totally in his power, she had no rights at all. If she asked him to stop, maybe he wouldn’t… maybe he’d fuck her right then and there, in front of everyone. Threaten to show the world her face. Make her beg him to continue using her as a slave.
When her break was over. Sora was the one to return, with T.K. taking her place by the computer.
“Hey all.” Sora said, introducing herself to the camera. She made Kari stand, the vibrator still inserted into her pussy. “I’m the current girlfriend.” She laughed. “This little swine here didn’t know what she was getting into.”
Before she said anything else, she turned Kari’s head, and for a moment, the two of them met, Kari’s face blushing, her eyes wide with exertion and arousal. Then, she kissed her, Sora taking her full on the lips. For a moment, Kari was astounded. She’d never thought she’d be doing something like that to another girl!
As Sora kissed her, T.K. turned the vibrators back on, causing Kari to yelp in surprise. She sunk to her knees, her legs now weak.
“Don’t cum again just yet.” Sora told her firmly. “I want you to make me climax first. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” She grinned wickedly, and Kari knew that whatever punishment Sora had in mind, all the world would see it here if she failed.
“H-how?” She asked, her voice taut as she fought against the feeling between her legs and accdross her chest. “I don’t have any hands...”
“You have a mouth and a tongue, don’t you?” Sora said.”Use them.”
Kari nodded, too desperate and needing to argue. Just like with T.K, she thrust her heads forwards, moving for Sora’s lower lips. Her friend’s labia was already engorged, and she was wet. The thought that Sora had been getting off to her torment was a strange one to Kari, but she didn’t have time to contemplate it too much. She sucked and licked at Sora’s pussy, forcing herself to do it even though she’d never thought of another girl that way. It tasted strange, off, and different compared to T.K.
Desperately, Kari worked, driving her tongue into Sora’s pussy. Licking and lapping at her, trying desperate to make her cum. But it was no good. Sora had only watched so far, whereas Kari had gone so much further. She was already primed from her previous orgasms, and so, when a new one rocked her body, Sora was only halfway done.
Sora frowned, realising that she had climaxed.
“Well, I was hoping for more.” She said. “But I suppose it can’t really be helped. Going to have to punish you, though.”
She nodded to TK. Who thumbed the control of the vibrators, setting them all to maximum in a single instant. Kari squealed, even her rising shame and humiliation not being able to contain her amorous moaning, With her arms bound behind her chest, she had no chance to escape the glare of the camera, and imagined the people watching her climax again and again, a slave in fact as well as in name.
She climaxed again, right in front of everyone, and then sank to the ground. Gasping for air, her lower self throbbing and aching from overuse. Finally, the vibrations died away, and she gasped in relief. T.K. walked back into frame.
“There.” He said. “Now wasn’t that special? Tell me, are you sorry that you broke up with me?”
What was he talking about again? For a moment, she wasn’t sure, the sheer intensity of the scene having torn away the fantasy aspect of her desire. Then, it came back to her, and nodded slowly, looking up at him.
“Y-yes...” She said. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please, I’ve done everything that you wanted… delete the pictures… let me go...”
“Hmmm….” T.K. seemed to consider it for a moment. “No. I think that was so fun we’re going to have to do it again tomorrow.”
Kari’s head sank to the ground, horror rising up in her. She’d enjoyed the whole thing a lot, but she felt tired and overused. She didn’t know if she’d be able to do it again tomorrow! But then again, did she really have a choice? She’d lost, hadn’t she? She had no right to complain about anything.
At T.K’s nod, Sora cut the camera, the light went from green to red, and T.K. bent down to help her up.
“Kari...” He said slowly. “That was… that was absolutely amazing! I never thought that you would go through with it, much less climax as many times as you did… You were astounding.”
He kissed her, right on the lips, deeply. Her heart fluttered, and she felt the warmth of his body pressing on against her. Far too soon for her liking, he broke the embrace, stepping back a little to look at her full on.
“That was amazing.” He said again, shaking his head as though he couldn’t quite believe it. “You were so cute, Kari. The way that you writhed like that… the way that you looked like you’d just given up, and even the way that you didn’t seem to want to be there… Like the whole thing was real. That was one of your fantasies, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Kari said with a weak smile. “I always wanted to do something like...uh, well, something like that… But uh… do I really have to do it again tomorrow?”
T.K. laughed, and Kari blinked in confusion.

“You don’t need to.” He explained, after a moment. “You see, we tricked you a little bit. That wasn’t live at all. It was just recorded. We thought about doing it live, but it seemed a pretty big step. I didn’t know how you’d react… or how comfortable you’d be… So I wanted to test the waters first.”

“You mean, it’s not live? No one saw it?” Kari didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed. Sora came around behind her and undid her bindings, allowing her to slowly push herself to her feet. Her legs still felt weak, though. She was trembling a little bit, as she flexed her fists to restore some circulation.
“Damn, Kari.” Sora said to her. “You really seemed to enjoy that. I never even knew that you were that sort of person.” She laughed. “And here I thought that I was the only freak out of the whole bunch of us girls that were trapped in the Digital World. Turns out, you’re just as much one as I am.”
Kari didn’t know what to say to that, so she said nothing, focusing instead on restoring her balance.

“What’s next?” Kari said slowly, when she felt more sure of herself. “What do you want me to do next, T.K?”
“Nothing yet.” T.K. smiled at her. “I’m not really an expert on um… on that sort of thing… but Sora is. She said that you’d probably need a few days to recover. So we’re going to take it easy for a while. Just a few days or so, until you’re back on your feet. Then, since that trial run went pretty well, I figure it’s time I actually gave you your promised punishment for losing the game in the pool.”
“What do you mean?” Kari asked, looking towards T.K. “What do you want me to do?”
“You’ll see.” T.K. assured her. “In good time, Kari, you’ll see exactly what I mean.”
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