Arcane Whore Pt. 03

Hey all, sorry it has taken me so long to get this next part up. It is a real struggle to get the editing done on these. Trying to make sure that the rpg system makes sense, and it is going the way I want it to is a lot of work. I have another part nearly done with its first draft and hopefully I will be able to go through it and get it posted in less than a month this time.

Thanks for all your comments on the first two parts it's definitely encouraging to know people want to read more of the story.

If you have any questions or comments I would be happy to hear them!

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Exactly thirty minutes on the dot after he had dismissed me Silas arrived outside of the VIP room. I had been there waiting for the last several minutes trying to deal with the distractions of my aching cock and the feeling of my plugged ass. I had been trying to keep my mind focused on those things because that meant my mind wouldn't continue to spiral in speculation about what Silas wanted me to do next.

As he walked up he pulled something out of his pocket, it looked like a strange silver gun of some kind and I immediately felt a rush of terror as I began to imagine what he was going to do with it.

My obvious fear must have shown on my face because Silas stopped in front of me and held up the silver device and smiled at me.

"Relax alright, this is just a piercing gun, for your ears. It has an enchantment on it which will make the process almost entirely painless and will make your ears heal very quickly. I need this because you need to wear some earrings for this next job."

I felt myself slowly start to relax a little bit as his explanation was odd but he seemed genuine.

"Come here." He said as he stepped forward and tilted my head to the side exposing my ear which he quickly slid the cool metal device onto. I heard a sudden loud CLICK. Then felt a strange tugging and an odd pinching feeling. He did something else and I felt something sliding through my earlobe, it was an entirely new and disconcerting sensation that thankfully only lasted for a few moments then I was left with just a dull ache from my ear.

Silas moved like this was something he just did regularly, and tilted my head to the other side and repeated the process there. Then he stepped back pocketing the silver gun and looked at me.

I hesitantly reached up and felt my ears, my fingers exploring the strange new additions, a pair of simple studs, that I was pretty sure I would forget were there soon enough. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of the earrings or not. I supposed not having them would almost be stranger at this point due to how feminine I was being made to look.

"There, looks nice. Also now I can speak to you with those earrings. You will be able to hear me give you directions, but no one else will hear or know that I am speaking to you. For this next job I will be watching and will direct you in what you should be doing. You are going to be performing for a small group. You will need to go in there and do your best with the routine that Sasha taught you earlier. Understand?"

I had heard him, and I did understand it. But I didn't like it. I was absolutely terrified. My confidence in my ability was nonexistent. I kept imagining myself falling off the stage, or one of the audience noticing the bulge of my cage and them realizing that I was not actually a woman. What would they say? How would they treat me? These were the thoughts spiraling through my head. But knowing Silas didn't want to hear about my complaints or worries I simply nodded and tried to take deep breaths.

"Great, then get in there and listen for my directions." Silas said with a broad smile and walked past me slapping me on the ass as he did.

I jumped at the sharp smack of his hand and then felt the sting of it burn. It didn't hurt really after a few seconds, however the humiliation and feeling of helplessness it brought was way worse.

Taking the next minute I tried to calm myself as much as possible. I focused my thoughts on the incredibly simple dance routine I had learned. I tried to remember all the bits of advice Sasha had given me, focusing on the idea that the whole show was less about my actual moves, and more about my attitude and the way I moved.

I thought about Sasha, how her curvy and athletic form had twirled and mesmerized me. I felt my cock twitch as the memories of watching her ass shake replayed in my mind. As it did the ache of denial tugged at me. Remembering how hot she had been caused my lust addled mind to begin thinking of other strange things. Maybe someday I could be that hot, that confident. If I was then I could get people to give me permission to cum whenever I wanted. I could be the one in control. My mind twisted and fantasized about what that would look like, how it would feel. I felt myself getting even more turned on by the idea and the ache from my confined cock intensified.

When I took a step towards the door my trembling legs nearly gave out and I thankfully managed to catch myself on the wall before I fell over. The two days of built up desire was having a serious effect. I let out a small frustrated sob and turned to the door, knowing that I needed to get moving if I didn't want Silas to be angry with me.

Taking one last long slow breath I opened the door and doing everything I could to channel the lessons I had been given, strode into the room.

The room was dark, with glowing neon and moving lights reflecting off the many mirrored surfaces, a bass heavy electronic song was playing and the thump of it was intimidating, it felt like I was being smacked in the face by the sound. Arrayed on the couches was a group of five men, all drinking and chatting with one another. They looked like successful corpos, all wearing suits, with fancy watches, necklaces as well as facial modifications. They all seemed to be happily drunk or on their way there, and none seemed to notice I had entered the room yet.

I struggled to maintain my calm as I moved through the room. I tried to focus on the things I could control, focus on dancing. It wasn't like I needed to talk to them right?

I strode up and stepped onto the stage, quickly moving to the pole in the middle staring at the ground, as I did I barely avoided twisting an ankle as my heels slipped slightly on the slick surface.

Leaning there against the pole I could feel my heart racing and wondered if it was possible for my heart to burst out of my chest.

I looked up and met the gaze of a middle aged man, a drunken haze seemed to hang over him, but as we looked at one another he grinned and got the attention of the man next to him and pointing my way.

Looking at them the music made it impossible for me to hear them but reading his lips it looked like he said something about entertainment then when he turned back towards me I heard a whistle.

I felt myself blush and quickly looked away, they looked so excited to see me. It was surprising, I had been expecting indifference at best and annoyance at worst.

The other thing that was odd about the situation was, when I saw their excitement it sent a thrill through me. Why did the idea of them looking at me with interest do that?

I could't understand what they said but I heard the other men shouting something and saw a pair of them clink their glasses before turning to look at me.

Knowing the longer I waited the more nervous I would get, I looked down at my feet and slowly started to dance. Focusing on remembering what Sasha had taught me, I tried to lose myself in the moment. The simple routine I had drilled at least ten times earlier that day was easy enough. Having some idea of what I should be doing gave me some comfort as I was reasonably confident that I wouldn't forget what I was supposed to do.

Staring at my toes I couldn't help but let my mind spiral into increasingly harsh self critiques. A part of my mind couldn't stop screaming at me that I looked ridiculous. That same thought process kept telling me that this had to be a convoluted joke and soon enough everyone watching would laugh at me.

However when I eventually did briefly look up at my audience their reactions were nothing like I feared. They seemed genuinely excited to watch me and I even thought I heard them shouting encouragement.

The reaction I had to this was another stronger thrill like nothing I had never felt before in my life. It was exciting and made me entertain the idea that I might actually have a bit of talent, that maybe I was good at something. The attention was intoxicating, I found myself getting more and more relaxed as I continued to dance for them. As I performed the sensual movements, my muscles started to relax. I felt like I was moving smoother and I couldn't help but feel sexy as I ran my hands up and down my body. The feeling of the silky fabric made my skin tingle. When I caught glances of my reflection in the large mirrored wall across from the couches. I couldn't deny that the thin woman I was looking at was hot.

It was strange because I was having a very hard time connecting myself with what I saw in the mirror. My mind couldn't connect the sexy woman dancing that I saw and myself as the same person it just didn't make sense.

I was pulled out of my mental struggles as I heard someone speaking as if they were standing right next to me.

"You are doing well, now take off your dress."

The words nearly made me stumble and fall over as I heard them in my ear, the unexpected praise taking me completely by surprise.

It took a second for my brain to catch up but then I realized it was Silas directing me.

His command shouldn't have been a surprise. I had known I would be told to get naked. However knowing this and anticipating it didn't make it any easier to make myself do it.

I slowly moved to obey and felt my body reacting to the idea of what I was about to do. I felt my cock pulse and ache as it tried to harden. I felt the confusing surge of arousal as I started pulling at the dress and positioning myself for a move Sasha had shown me specifically for taking off a little dress like I was wearing.

I rolled it upwards quickly and did a small turn, then shimmied out of it exposing nearly every part of myself as I dropped it to the stage. The feeling of the air flowing over my now exposed sweaty bare skin made me feel so incredibly vulnerable. The strangest thing about that however was how excited that feeling made me, I had never felt sexier in my life.

With this I also felt a new urge to cover my chest. Even though I had no tits or anything to hide it still felt like I was exposing something private.

The men whistled louder and I heard a faint clinking sound, I looked down to see glowing neon coins bouncing across the stage. They were giving me tips.

It was a system they used for a world without physical currency. The strip clubs gave their patrons the ability to buy glowing coins, summoning them out of the side of the stage so that they could throw them. If the stripper wanted to get the credits from the coin, she would need to actively go and touch the coin. This worked out for everyone, it meant the dancers got tips and the audience were able to see a beautiful dancer on their knees taking their money, it made everyone happy.

Seeing those glowing coins was incredibly validating, they didn't need to throw them. It had to mean I was doing well and it helped somewhat balancing out the anxiety about everything else.

As I felt their eyes on my now nearly naked body I was incredibly self conscious about the fact that all I had between me and these drunken men was a very thin and flimsy pair of lacy panties that were clearly not enough to hide my bulge. It might be small, but if somehow they hadn't been aware already, there was no way these men wouldn't know exactly what I was. It also would now be easy for these men to see that I also had a plug in my ass, the sparkling metal base peeking out from between my cheeks.

There was nothing I could do about any of it except for keep playing my part and acting like I was meant to be here and I knew what I was doing.

As I kept up my routine, I tried to remember all the things Sasha had explained and pointed out for me. I wasn't sure how good my dancing was, but if the coins that were tossed across the stage were any indication my audience was telling me I was doing a good job.

The encouragement from them helped to maintain my fragile confidence and fed into what I quickly realized was a deep desire for attention and praise. I had never had anyone look at me the way these men did right now and I knew that this experience was changing something in me, making me painfully aware of a badly neglected need of mine. The high I was feeling from their attention was not something I would be able to forget any time soon.

I danced and lost myself in the feeling of it once again. As I became more and more comfortable with what I was doing my body got more and more excited. The cold metal of the pole felt incredible on my flushed and hot skin, the shifting of the plug in my ass occasionally sending small waves of pleasure and shivers through my body.

I kept up the motions, slowly rotating around the pole and doing my best to make every move I made slow and sensual, moving with the beat rolling my hips and lightly stroking my sides and arching my back slowly striding with my tall heels giving the audience a look at every part of me.

After I perfectly finished one of the more complex moves Sasha had taught me, I even had the thought that this wasn't so hard. This in turn gave me the confidence to raise my eyes and meet the stares of the men as they watched me, it made me nervous, meeting their eyes. But their attention was like water for a dehydrated flower, I absorbed everything they gave me eagerly.

After some time my feet were aching and the music had changed to a new song. Going on instinct more than anything else I slid down onto my hands and knees, crawling forwards towards my audience, the position and movement making the plug in my ass shift more dramatically and I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly as the feeling of it pressing against that special spot felt amazing.

My face heated up as I couldn't keep from feeling some shame as I realized how trashy I had to look and how obvious it was that I was incredibly turned on. However I also saw that the men watching me clearly were excited by what I was doing. The excitement that gave me along with the burning need for pleasure inside of me overpowered my sense of embarrassment and shame.

Of course that was when Silas chimed in to push me even further.

"Your doing great, now put your face on the stage and point your ass at the guys, I want you to spread your knees and pull the thong to the side, then fuck yourself with the plug."

My face which had already been hot suddenly felt like it was going to catch fire. I couldn't do that, there was no way I could do that. My rational mind railed against the idea of it. Refused to even consider it. But even as my mind was spiraling and trying to think of ways I could avoid doing what Silas had said, my body was already moving to comply, something in me was simply unable to refuse a direct order like that, and another part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to play with that plug, wondered if those infrequent pleasurable sensations the plug had been giving me could be made into something more.

So I spread my knees and arched my back, wiggling my ass in the direction of the audience. The cheering and whooping of the crowd got louder and more excited as I did, I felt several coins bounce off my ass.

As I pressed my face to the cool hard stage, I ignored my own internal protests and let my desires and instincts take over. All that mattered right then was making sure Silas was happy, and really was it so bad to do what he had asked, wasn't the idea of it really hot?

My ears were ringing and the feeling of the cold hard stage on my knees and face was the only thing grounding me. The rest of my body was tingling with energy and I felt my ass clenching and releasing as my knees slid wide and my back arched making my cheeks spread open and exposing myself to the watching men in the sluttiest way I could imagine.

I reached back with trembling hands and did as Silas directed, I pulled the thin strip of fabric away exposing my plugged hole and the underside of my balls to the men watching me.

Touching the base of the plug I felt a shiver run through me as the sensation of the deep pressure and the strange violating nature of it pulsed inside of me.

I slowly moved it, tugging at the base, making my ass start to stretch again. This time however instead of fear, I could feel a deep pulsing need, an aching arousal, a desire for more. To know what it would feel like to take more, to be stretched further.

I pulled at the plug harder, the sharp ache of it forcing my hole to stretch sending waves of burning aching sensation through my body. I whimpered and tugged harder. With a pop I felt it slide out of me and a sudden relief hit me followed by a strange feeling of emptiness.

Not knowing what possessed me to do so I pushed the plug back in hard, forcing my ass to stretch around it once again, the sharp pain of stretching was still shocking, but less severe this time and I instinctively clenched hard and moaned like a horny slut. Thankfully for me I was pretty sure the sound was lost in the loud music. I clenched my free hand on the stage into a fist and bit down on it as I tried to understand all of the overwhelming emotions and physical sensations I was experiencing. The ache that followed the sharp pain of stretching morphed again to a strange burning pleasure which added to the twisting and roiling need inside of me.

My dick felt like it was going to pop off as it pulsed and pushed at the tiny metal cage. I shifted and squirmed but nothing but cumming would give me the relief I needed. The intensity of the ache combining with the thrusting and stretching in my ass made it hard to think about anything other than my cock and cumming.

As a part of my rational mind caught up with that thought I felt a rush of confusion, and shame that pushed back the current wave of desire that threatened to make me lose all thoughts and reason.

I didn't understand how I could feel these things, how could I be so incredibly turned on from having a group of men watch me play with a toy in my ass. I would have cum in less than a second had I been able to, I was fighting everything I had not to beg the men behind me to give me permission. I wouldn't even need to touch my cock, it didn't even need to be released from its cage, I knew I would cum regardless simply from playing with my ass.

As the intense sensations swirled through me my mind started to fantasize about increasingly filthy ideas. I knew that in that moment I would have gladly let the men watching do anything they wanted to me if it meant I could have cum.

I was imagining what it would be like if they wanted to fuck me. I wondered what it would feel like to be stretched open by their cocks, to have my ass fucked. The idea of it didn't feel as foreign or impossible as it once might have, in fact I even had the thought that maybe if they fucked me it would make me cum even harder.

My mind reeled as that series of ideas went through it. I desperately tried to pull myself back from that line of thinking. I tried to repress all those ideas and refocus on my current situation and how I could move forward and get out of here.

However despite my best efforts those thoughts and feelings refused to be repressed. So in desperation I tried to rationalized what I was feeling to myself. This wasn't something I actually wanted, this was because I had been edging for two days and I was simply desperate for any kind of stimulation that might make me cum, it totally didn't mean anything that I had been imagining how it would feel to have a hot thick cock filling my ass. It meant nothing that I was imagining what it would be like to have a man choking me with his cock while another one railed me from behind.

As my mind struggled to come up with any kind of excuse or rationalization for everything I was feeling and thinking, I started to play with myself like Silas had ordered me to. Gripping the base of the plug I slowly started thrusting and pulling, not fully pulling it out but slowly stretching myself over and over again until I was popping the plug in and out easily. I felt my ass accepting the plug easily and I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. The sharp stretching feeling had faded entirely. The feeling of the smooth metal plug slipping in and out of me wasn't painful anymore, instead there was a underlying aching sensation that merged with an unusual pleasure as I felt myself being pushed to the edge of cumming over and over again.

Continuing to fuck my ass with the plug faster and faster I felt the sensations intensifying as I was denied orgasm over and over again and I continued to ride the edge without any relief. As I did the fantasies my mind was stirring up got filthier and filthier. The crashing waves of desire within me surged. They felt different from anything else I had ever felt before, deeper, more raw and uncontrolled. It was all made even hotter by the fact that I was on a stage being watched, I imagined what those men were doing and what they wanted to do to me, I imagined them all touching me, claiming me, using me, their cocks thrusting and shooting cum into me. All of the fantasies feeding into my overwhelming need to cum.

After a few minutes I felt my muscles reach a point where they couldn't continue to hold the same position or repeat the same actions. With a moaning sob of frustration I felt my ass spasm and clench rapidly as I popped the plug out. My whole body shuddered as I rode the edge in a pseudo orgasm that was more painful than anything else. Yet in spite of this once my muscles stopped spasming I pushed the plug back in and arched my back again relishing the feeling of it pressing on my insides. I kept going and my frantic thrusting with the plug maintaining that point of almost cumming for far longer than I knew was even possible. Each thrust of the plug was a push against that unyielding block. I felt my arm cramp and my muscles lock up yet again. With another pitiful moaning sob I released the end of the plug and clenched my fists and slammed them on the hard cool surface beneath me. As I did I got several system notifications of having received payments, the floor all around me was scattered with glowing neon coins from my very appreciative audience and my hands touching them was enough to recieve the payments.

I lay there gasping and unmoving for a few moments as I struggled to catch my breath and tried to figure out how to deal with the burning frustration of denial consumed my every thought. I glanced back over my shoulder pushing myself up on shaking arms and saw the five men on the couches behind me watching me with clear and obvious excitement and lust on their faces. The music drowned out any actual words they might be saying but I saw at least two of them rubbing themselves through their pants, and one man actually had his cock out and was stroking it.

"Good job. Now go suck their cocks, get each of them off and make sure to swallow all of their cum." Silas's words cut through the sounds of the room. I felt a surge of resentment and jealousy as the feeling of aching denial and disappointment made my whole body quiver. Why did I have to suck their cocks, why did they get to cum and I didn't? But even as I thought it I remembered what Silas would have said to that. My pleasure didn't matter, I earned my pleasure by pleasing others. It looked like I had been doing a good job of pleasing them so far, maybe if I kept doing as Silas told me I would be able to ask one of them to give me permission to cum.

So with a deep breath I lifted myself up to sit on my heels and let my thong slip back between my cheeks and press my plug back in deep. I tried to keep myself from moaning and panting like a bitch in heat as I slowly turned and crawled to the edge of the stage looking at the five men watching me.

As I did I remembered all the things I had been fantasizing about, how I had imagined these men touching me. My face heated up and I felt myself salivating, the anticipation of what I was about to do and knowing I would have an audience for it this time made it all the more humiliating but also exciting in a way I couldn't fully understand.

I met the eyes of the man who already had his cock out. Again my rational mind rebelled, screaming at me that what I was doing was wrong, that I shouldn't be here, that this was degrading and that I couldn't continue. However the burning need and desire raging in me rapidly and ruthlessly squashed those thoughts and I let my instincts take over.

Shyly smiling at the man in front of me I crooked a finger at him beckoning him to come closer. He eagerly stood up and approached the stage his cock in hand. As he did I examined him, he wasn't what I would call handsome, his face was somewhat soft looking and his nose was a bit too large. He was average height and seemed to be in decent shape, he had a good hairline and a clean cut look to him that was somewhat endearing, plus the facial modifications and jewelry clearly indicated that he was wealthy. None of this really mattered I supposed, I was going to suck him off regardless. It didn't matter what he looked like, it was my job to get him off.

The most exciting thing about him to my lust addled mind was his look of excitement and desire, he clearly was turned on by me and it showed from the very hard cock he pointed at me as he reached the edge of the stage. It stroked my ego to know that I had such an impact on someone.

He reached the stage and I realized I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to do, or how I was going to suck him off. The logistics of it had not been important to my hazy mind but now I needed to figure out what to do. As my mind raced to come up with what I should do I latched onto one of the lessons Silas had driven into my mind over and over again as he had been face fucking me. I needed to ask the men I would serve what they wanted and accommodate them as much as possible.

So with that in mind I tried to give him my best seductive smile before speaking.

"How would you like me to suck your cock?" I asked, barely even recognizing my own voice. I sounded so eager, so slutty and excited.

He looked to be average sized, around five inches, he clearly shaved regularly as his balls were smooth. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it as I imagined what it would feel like in my mouth.

I couldn't deny right then that I wanted to suck it. I was excited for the feeling of it, I wanted to see him react to me, I wanted to feel his cock swell and to taste his cum. I wanted that rush of energy and the thrilling sensation as I swallowed it.

He shouted in order to be heard over the music. "Come here." He said the lust obvious in his eyes, a tension in his body that I could almost feel.

Slightly apprehensive about what he was going to do, I still obeyed right away, as the idea of doing anything else never even entered my mind.

Getting up on my knees I moved closer to him and when I was directly in front of him he reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest.

I couldn't stop a small squeak of surprise but didn't resist as one of his hands slid down my back and gripped my hip, the other sliding upwards and gripped the back of my neck.

He looked down at me in his hands my body trembling but unresisting before he leaned down and kissed me.

His body pressed into me, his cock pushing against my cage then up onto my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking about it as he pulled me harder into the kiss.

The kiss was far rougher than I expected but some part of me relished how intense it was. His face had very short stubble that scraped at me, and his lips were not as soft or gentle as Mimi's had been. He tasted like beer and smoke. But in spite of all that, I didn't immediately hate it. There was something animalistic and primal about it that my body was responding to. Therefore when his tongue pressed into my mouth and explored deeper I didn't resist but reciprocated. I hesitantly put my hands on his shoulders enjoying the feel of the silky fabric of his shirt on my chest and hands. He felt powerful and large compared to me even though he was only of average size and not exceptionally muscular.

His hands then started to explore more, the one on my hip slid down further and gripped my ass squeezing and I felt my body getting hotter, my cock pulsed and swelled in the cage the ache of it letting me know what he was doing to me was something my body wanted. My mind started wandering to the possibilities of what else he might do with me. I felt his cock twitch and push into my hip and I instinctively rolled my hips thrusting and rubbing against him harder.

Then before I could get too lost in the moment his hands both slid to my ass squeezing me then lifting me up off the stage with ease as he took two steps back before letting me back down to my feet.

He pulled back from the kiss and his hands slid back to my waist and I leaned against him in order to keep myself from falling over as my trembling legs struggled to hold me up. I tried to slow my breathing and reclaim some control of myself as I looked up into his eyes.

"Get on your knees." He said.

Without hesitation I obeyed dropping down and reaching out for his cock right away.

As I did he stepped back slightly and shook his head at me and I felt a sudden disappointment that I recognized and struggled to understand. I wanted to suck his cock badly, and being denied was incredibly frustrating. What the actual fuck, who the hell was I becoming.

"Before you start, Silas told us to give you this and to have you ride it while you sucked us off."

I looked up at him and as his words made it through the fog in my mind and the meaning hit me I saw that he was holding an object in his hand. He held it out and I saw it was a purple glowing dildo with a suction cup at one end, it looked soft and my mind compared to the real cock in front of me and it was noticeably smaller.

As I thought about it I felt my face heating up as I again became aware of the men on the couches to my left and right watching me closely. I now had to look up at them instead of down from the stage and the feeling of being surrounded and generally helpless became even more intense. They all seemed very tall and three of them now had their cocks out and were stroking them, all of them looked to be around average in size like the one in front of me.

The man standing over me held out the dildo, pushing it towards my face. Instinctively I reached out and took it squeezing its soft material in my hand. After I took it the man in front of me slid back onto the couch and stroked himself lazily, watching me with an intense look in his eyes that both excited me and made me nervous.

I examined the dildo, it was around five inches long and maybe 3/4 of an inch thick, it was smooth and soft synthetic material that had some give to it. It was probably around the same thickness as the plug in my ass if I had to guess.

"First take off your panties, the guys will want to see your cage bouncing, then because you don't have any lube, give it a suck before trying to ride it. If you keep riding it the whole time that you are sucking dick and show good effort, I might let you cum." Silas spoke into my ear.

I immediately knew that I didn't care how humiliating what he had just instructed me to do was, I was going to do it. The only part of what he had said that stuck in my mind was the promise of being allowed to cum.

In order to take off the panties I remembered one of the lessons Sasha had given me, I had never practiced it but it had been explained to me so I placed the dildo on the floor in front of me the suction cup sticking there immediately and made me absently wonder if the dildo had an enchantment on it.

To take off the panties I turned so my ass was pointed towards the group of men and I lowered my face to the floor sliding my knees close together and arching my back before reaching back pushing them slowly down over my ass letting them drop to my knees before rolling onto my hip and with one hand sliding the panties down my legs before they were hanging off of one heel which I used to kick them off behind me towards the stage.

My move had the full approval of the men it would seem because I heard one of them whistle and watched as one of them who was stroking his cock sped up his hand.

I felt so incredibly sexy and excited in that moment, the knowledge that I had the full attention and focus of all five of them felt amazing. I also couldn't help but feel excited about what it was going to feel like to actually fuck my ass with something more substantial than the plug.

With a flushed face and trembling hands I turned back to face the men once again and looked at the dildo before thinking of how I was going to move forward.

Feeling incredibly bold I leaned forward and without touching the dildo took it in my mouth, the soft and silky texture of it slid over my tongue as I pushed myself to take the whole thing into my throat. I got most of it on the first thrust before I gagged a little and I pulled back gasping. Without hesitation I bobbed on it several more times pushing it till I managed to swallow the whole thing. The end result of this was a dildo completely coated in my spit that was very slippery.

I pulled back from it and looked around at the men watching me and saw that all five were staring at me closely, and two had even stood up and were to either side of me, all of them now having their cocks out. All of them were hard and I knew they all wanted a piece of me.

It was a heady feeling, exciting, terrifying, and arousing all at the same time. I gasped and felt my spit coating my chin and knew I must look like a total slut literally gagging for their cocks.

Ignoring everything but the base urges and feelings that I was having I spread my knees revealing my caged cock for the first time fully to them I lifted my ass and reached beneath myself rubbing my tight hole and tugging on the base of my plug. It only took a small tug to get it to slide out and the feeling of it stretching me and the feeling of emptiness afterwards sent confusing sensations of slight discomfort, as well as a strange pleasure through me that made me all the more excited for riding the shaft in front of me. I dropped the plug to the side before lifting my ass higher and sliding forwards positioning myself over the point of the dildo. I hovered there the tip of it pressing into my still very tight hole letting it rub around my opening the slick spit there rubbing around and lubing me up.

I looked up and met the eyes of the man sitting in front of me as I took a deep breath and without thinking about anything but the base urges I was feeling I slowly pressed myself onto the tip and let my weight settle onto it.

The man's eyes locked on mine and I saw him grin as I couldn't stop myself from crying out in surprise at the intensity of the sensations. Dropping my hips I pushed my ass onto the dildo. The tip of the shaft was held up briefly by my clenching hole before it slid past my resistance and stretched me open in a shockingly swift motion, the feeling similar to the plug at first, but unlike the plug, this kept stretching me and kept going deeper and deeper. The feeling of being violated was far more intense and seemed to get more and more powerful as the shaft slid further. I reached around halfway down the shaft on my first thrust before I stopped myself.

Realizing I had stopped breathing as well I took a deep shuddering breath as I braced myself on the ground with my hands to stop myself from sliding further.

It felt so strange. It was a mixture of an ache and a violating wrongness as something slid into me and rubbed against incredibly sensitive nerve endings that had never felt anything like this before. I tried to keep my breathing slow and bit my lip to stop from moaning as a small shift of my weight made the shaft move and my whole body shivered.

I held myself there trying to relax my incredibly tense muscles with limited success. It took me a bit to come out of my own feelings and become aware of the men around me. Some were silently watching but some others were speaking to me, encouraging me, telling me to fuck myself, to bounce on it, to take it all the way.

Their words were exciting and made me want to act to continue to hold their attention and desire. A stray thought flashed through my mind how if someone had told me even a day ago that I would be excited by a strange man telling me to bounce my ass deeper on a dildo I would have told them they were insane and that I would never do something like that.

Letting that thought pass I began to respond to their urging. I slowly lifted my hips up and down, gently fucking myself with short shallow thrusts. I couldn't help but let out short gasps and moans as I started to bounce on it. The sensations were intense and I couldn't think about anything other than the uncomfortable pressure and the occasional pleasurable tingles. My bouncing got faster and harder as my hole adapted to the new strange sensation. I started pressing deeper and deeper until abruptly I felt my ass cheeks touch the floor. As I did I felt a cramp deep inside and I couldn't help but moan loudly my face screwing up in a grimace as the dildo pressed into a part of my insides that were forced to shift to accept the penetration. My body shivered at the uncomfortable feeling and I held myself there still for several moments gasping and waiting for the feeling to pass.

There was a part of me that was screaming at me that what I was doing was wrong, that this wasn't right, I shouldn't be doing this, I wasn't gay, I was a man, this was humiliating. However this part of me was nothing compared to the animalistic need I felt to cum. I ignored everything telling me that this was wrong and I rolled my hips relishing the feeling of the dildo shifting deep inside of me. I felt a new strange sense of pride too, I had taken the whole thing. I hadn't known if I would be able to but I had surprised myself by taking every bit of it.

I lifted my hips slightly before dropping back down hard making my ass slap against the floor and moaned lustily. The deep and intense feeling of that dildo slamming into me seemed to awaken something. I wanted more. It didn't matter that it was still somewhat uncomfortable, I couldn't deny that some part of me enjoyed it, wanted to feel it even deeper and pounding inside of me. I wanted to know how it would feel to cum from only using a dildo on my ass while I was caged. The idea of it made me so incredibly hot.

Bouncing and rolling my hips as hard as I could I fucked myself on the dildo as deep and as hard as I could. The occasional pain and wave of discomfort made the growing burning pleasure all the more intense. The feeling that I was doing something filthy, that I was being violated only seemed to stoke the burning coals of desire within me rapidly bringing me towards the edge of cumming again.

Nothing mattered to me outside of these overwhelming sensations flooding my body. I bounced faster and faster lifting my ass higher and higher each time till I was taking the full length of it with every bounce, slamming it back in with my full weight. As I rode it I ran my hands over my body, stroking my legs and ass, moving rapidly enough that my painfully aching caged cock bounced each movement adding another layer of confusing aching to blend with all the other confusing sensations. As I bounced and worked myself faster and faster the men around me gathered closer, all standing there stroking themselves aiming their cocks at me.

Over the loud pounding beat of the music it was hard to hear much but some of their words got through to me.

"Ride that cock slut... fuckin bounce for us... you love it don't you... Your ass takes that cock so well..."

The one in front of me moved in closer first and put his hand on the back of my head pulling me out of the haze of arousal as I felt myself continually riding the edge of cumming, kept from reaching release because I didn't have permission, but unable to calm down because every single bounce pushed me right to that edge over and over again.

I moaned as his hand gripped my hair tightly and pulled me towards his cock. My mouth fell open for him, my tongue sticking out and drool dripping from my lips. I eagerly wrapped my lips around his cock as he pushed forward.

The heat of it sliding into my mouth felt incredible, as I sucked I found myself fantasizing about how it would feel if his cock were to slide into my ass instead.

I swallowed his whole length eagerly on the first thrust, my now relaxed and eager body accepting his length easily. I still felt the urge to gag as he hit the back of my throat, but it was easy to suppress the urge and let him use me. He wasn't long enough to really test me but he tried his best, holding my head with both hands gripping my hair and roughly making me take his entire length over and over again.

As he kept thrusting something new happened to me, ideas began filtering into my mind, ideas of how I could pleasure his cock more effectively. In an almost instinctual way I knew that if I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against the underside of his shaft as he pulled out it would make me gag harder, but also it would be more pleasurable for him, my gagging throat clenching and the sound of it would also likely excite him. Somehow I felt certain that if I pressed my lips on him in just such a way it would provide some pleasing pressure and friction for him. I let these strange ideas guide my actions and almost immediately I noticing a marked difference in his breathing and the regularity of his thrusts. It took me a minute or two but I eventually recognized that this had to be my cocksucking skill. It was giving me suggestions about how to please his cock more and they seemed to be having a good effect.

There was a pause and the man fucking my face pulled back releasing the grip on my hair and pulling out of my mouth with a POP and a long line of spit dribbling out of my gasping mouth. Immediately another of the men surrounding me moved into position and grabbed the back of my head and thrust himself deep into my throat taking up where the first man had left off.

I was slightly surprised by the quick switch up and I had to adjust to the new slightly longer but thinner cock that was now fucking my face. As the man fucking my face found his rhythm I saw the cock I had just been sucking off to the side, still dripping with my spit and being lazily stroked by the man's hand.

I didn't want my efforts on the first cock to be wasted. I didn't want to let him recover too much, I needed him to cum, I needed all of them to cum.

So to keep him as worked up as much as I could I reached out and started slowly stroking the spit slicked cock beside me with my hand. I heard him groan in appreciation as I worked his shaft. Another of the men standing around me saw what I was doing and seemed to want some attention as well because he grabbed my free hand and put it on his cock.

I didn't think I just stroked him, working all three cocks simultaneously as I rode the dildo.

A thought fluttered through my lust clouded mind then. I tried to picture how I must look then, jerking and sucking the cocks of three men I had only just met and never even spoken with or learned the names of. I was covered in spit, naked and kneeling on the floor of a strip club with a crowd waiting cocks all around me. The idea of me being in this kind of position wouldn't have been anything I would have imagined in my wildest dreams or nightmares even just a short couple of days ago.

I continued to suck, stroke, and bounce like a good eager whore. The only thing that I cared about were the cocks I was working to please. I moaned and gagged as they thrust into my mouth, their slick smooth lengths filling my hands, my spit coated my face and chest.

No thinking was required. All I had to do was listen to the instincts given to me by my skill. They told me how to stroke, suck and bounce. The men helped as well by directing me to the next waiting cock as they switched up who got to fuck my face. They passed me around so that I gave equal attention to each of their cocks. I was completely lost in the sensation and the array of cocks fucking my face. I whimpered, moaned and groaned, the intensity of the situation and the overwhelming physical stimulation keeping me on the edge of cumming the entire time.

After what felt like hours, but probably was only twenty minutes or so my ass was starting to get sore, the spit had long since dried and my legs were cramping from the constant bouncing. My knees ached from the hard floor, my jaw ached from being stretched open constantly. Yet I kept going, desperate for the promise of release. I needed it so badly I would fight to keep going until I passed out. I had to, there was no other option for me. I needed permission for that elusive and all consuming orgasm.

I was brought back to the present abruptly as I felt the cock that was currently fucking my face swell up and twitch pushing deeper as the man's grip on my head pulled me to swallow his full length. A hot rush of cum flooded out into my throat, then back up into my mouth as I gagged and choked where it overflowed and dribbled out the side of my mouth and onto my chin where it dripped onto my chest.

I tried to be good and take it all but I could't stop myself from pulling back and coughing as I tried to breathe unsuccessfully. However despite how my vision started to darken around the edges and I felt tears filling my eyes I didn't loose focus and I never stopped stroking the two cocks in my hands, my ultimate goal of release was overpowering my need to breathe.

As I swallowed and finally caught a partial gasp of air a blast of energy hit me. I was receiving the experience from the orgasm I had given and the cum I had swallowed. The powerful rush of pleasure tingled through my body and pushed me to the edge of cumming once again. A loud desperate moaning cry escaped me as I squeezed both the cocks in my hands and desperately bounced my ass slapping it on the floor again and again making my aching cock bounce as well in its unyielding cage.

I was losing all control, all sense of self. I barely knew where I was or what was happening around me but I didn't care. I needed to cum and my wailing cry of frustration as the stomach twisting denial hit me following the pleasurable wave punctuated that fact.

A notification flickered into my vision partially distracting me, as I leaned forward onto the twitching cock in front of me, licking it to get all the cum I could off of its tip. I swallowed it to the base as I read the words of the notifications.

- Cocksucking General Skill has reached level 2 -

- Deepthroating General Skill has reached level 2 -

- You have unlocked the general skill: Cock Riding -

Then with barely any hesitation I saw the notification that Silas had accepted the newly unlocked skill, which let me know he must be actively watching me and my status.

- You have learned the general skill: Cock Riding -

Once I had milked as much cum out of the cock before me the man slowly pulled back.

Ignoring all of the parts of my body that were protesting what I was doing I kept going pushing myself for the promise of release.

I pulled one of the cocks that had been in my hand to my mouth and because it was a slightly below average size, I swallowed it to the base right away and started working it. I let myself get lost in the waves of surging and burning pleasure that almost seemed to be swirling around inside of me making every part of my body more sensitive and making every bit of stimulation I felt add to the overwhelming reservoir of energy that was being held back by the unbreakable magical dam that kept me from cumming.

Absently as I rubbed my tongue along the underside of the cock and felt my throat gag slightly as his tip tickled the back of my throat I felt the improved suggestions from my newly upgraded cocksucking and deepthroating skills. The subtle suggestions the skill offered were more specific and affected more than just the actions I was performing, it gave me suggestions about other things ajacent to cock sucking, like how I moved and how I positioned myself, as I followed them I realized that doing so made me slightly more comfortable in addition to increasing the effect I had on the cock I was sucking. As I swallowed him and pushed my tongue out to stroke his balls I found my mind wandering to wonder what having the skill maxed out at level eight would do for me if having level two had this much of an impact on my abilities already.

In the next ten minutes or so the rest of the men fucking my face each reached their climax. Like a good and eager sissy I sucked them all dry and swallowed every drop of cum I could. Once the last one stepped back from me and I was left licking cum off my lips and wiping off my chest with my fingers and licking them clean. I was dealing with an almost constant rush of energy flowing into me and I continued to slowly bouncing my now incredibly sore ass on the dildo which in spite of the deep ache still was keeping me right on the edge of cumming.

When I had licked the last of the cum off my fingers I stared up at the men around me. I absently wondered what was going to happen next when a wild and intense tremor ran through me. The massive burst of mana or experience hit me all at once making me moan and frantically bounce my ass and grab my thighs as I tried to handle the overwhelming sensations. I was seemingly being given an additional reward of experience for an unknown reason. Shortly thereafter as my mind cleared enough to see again I saw I had received a flurry of notifications.

I pulled them up with a thought, incredibly curious as to what could have been the cause of that large burst of pleasure and experience.

- Class aspect revealed: Star of the show -

- As a good sissy whore you are in your element when you are serving multiple cocks at the same time and when you are the center of attention. You will gain a x2 overall modifier for your total aspect bonus when you are servicing at least two cocks at the same time. The modifier will match the number of cocks you are actively servicing simultaneously up to a limit of x5. Additionally you will also gain a standard aspect bonus of x0.25 for each person watching you pleasure others. This additional bonus has a maximum of a x10 modifier. If any of the watching individuals cum without you touching them you will earn half of the experience you would normally get for making someone cum. -

I almost laughed as I read the notification. Of course that was the final aspect of my class, how could it have been anything else. The overall modifier were something people talked about but nobody was sure if they were real or not. My mind was not clear enough to truly consider the potential of the new aspect but I knew it was beyond anything anyone considered possible even for tier two or tier three classes.

Following this notification I had a large number of additional notifications and I realized this insane bonus to my experience must have retroactively applied to all five of the cocks I had just serviced and multiplied my exp modifier making my bonus something absurd like x60. There was no other way to explain the incredible growth.

- Congratulations your class Arcane Whore has reached level 3 -

- You have earned a class ability point -

- Shaped by Desire - Class skill has reached level 3 -

- Congratulations your class Arcane Whore has reached level 4 -

- You have earned a class ability point -

- Shaped by Desire - Class skill has reached level 4 -

- Alterations to your body are being applied and will be finalized after twelve hours -

- Cocksucking General Skill has reached level 3 -

- Deepthroating General Skill has reached level 3 -

- Stretching General Skill has reached level 2 -

- Dancing General Skill has reached level 2 -

- Cock Riding General Skill has reached level 2 -

- You have unlocked the general skill: Handjobs -

I stared and felt myself bouncing on the dildo on pure instinct at this point. I let out a soft whimpering moan every time I felt it press me to the edge of cumming again and again.

"Holy shit... fucking fantastic job." Silas said in my ear, he sounded completely flabbergasted and I had to guess he was just as surprised by my class's progress as I was.

"Please... please let me cum" I whimpered, gasping it out softly and looking up at the men surrounding me on the couches as they watched me.

"This is incredible progress. I am very pleased with you sissy. As a reward you may ask your customers for permission, they may allow you to cum." Silas said in my ear.

Having my ultimate goal now something that was within my reach, I didn't care how much my entire body ached, I was going to get my reward and I refocused my attention to the world around me dismissing all of my notifications.

I looked up at the man who had been the first cock I had sucked and met his eyes. My face must have been quite a surprising sight for him because I saw his eyes widen and his mouth opened like he was about to say something.

"Please sir... please may I cum?" I begged saying it loud enough for him to hear me over the still pounding beat of the music.

He slid forward on his seat and looked down at me his cock standing up from his lap rock hard once again.

"Suck me off again and then you can." He said, his smug grin on his face said he was enjoying the power he had over me.

I didn't care about that at all, I needed absolutely no additional motivation. I leaned down and took his cock down my throat fully in moments. Following the instincts of my cock sucking skill I ran my hands up and down his thighs, then reached under and slowly stroked his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other as I pushed myself gag on his length with every single thrust.

Absently I heard the wet sucking and sloppy gagging sounds I was making and I knew I must look like a completely shameless desperate whore to anyone watching me. As I thought about that I felt a faint bit of shame but it quickly was pushed out of my mind and overwhelmed by my desperate need to make this man cum as fast as possible.

As I continued to suck and work his cock with my hands I got a notification for when Silas accepted the general skill for handjobs and immediately I felt the subtle suggestions from that one blending with my own personal knowledge of how to jerk off a cock giving me subtle suggestions as to how I could make him cum as fast as possible which I quickly used and was rewarded with an audible groan from the man I was blowing.

Shortly after that I heard muttering from the other men around me.

"Hey I want another if you are getting one, don't let her cum till I get one too." One of them said.

My mind was completely fogged with desperate need and I couldn't even begin to care about him taking advantage of me.

I heard the man I was sucking off agree with the one asking and then I heard another ask for the same thing.

When I realized I would not be cumming once I finished with this cock my mind began seeking a way to get what I needed as quickly as possible. In pursuit of that my hands reached out and grabbed both of the cocks on either side of me stroking them as I desperately sucked the cock in front of me and continued riding on the dildo. I had returned to the same fully occupied state as before and had the fleeting thought that this was likely incredible for my experience gains to have as many cocks touching me at the same time as possible.

The men grunted in approval and with my eager and incredibly messy efforts it didn't take long before the cock I was sucking started swelling and twitching again.

I heard the man groan in appreciation and I felt his body stiffen and his hips thrust forwards, then a blast of cum shot directly down my throat. I had swallowed it fully so his cum shot directly down my throat and I got all of it without even tasting it. The burning surge of energy hit me hard and all at once making me let out a gagging moan around the cock as yet another layer of energy was added to the building tidal wave inside of me.

As soon as I pulled back from the still twitching cock in my mouth another one replaced it almost immediately. I swallowed the new one without hesitation and reaching out for another one to put my hand on.

I continued sucking and jerking their cocks off and as I did I saw flickering of notifications, but my mind was too clouded to care. I swallowed cum and moved on to the next cock eagerly, everything I did seeking that eventual promised release.

Before I knew it all five cocks had cum down my throat for a second time and I was left to stare at the now satisfied group of men.

"Please... please. I need to cum... please let me." I whimpered and stroked my trembling body. My hips still ground back and forth and up and down, my incredibly sore ass clenching and pulling at the dildo still pushing me against that edge again and again.

My cock wasn't something I could stand to even consider touching at this point it was so incredibly sensitive. yet my body also seemed to relish every bit of sensation of stimulation it got begging for more. My body didn't understand why I was unable to reach release and its only instinct for dealing with the burning need was to seek even more sensation in the hope that the next bit would be what I needed to reach climax.

The first man, the one I had initially asked got down behind me on the floor running his hands over my shoulders and down my trembling and sweating body. His fingers felt like they were charged with electricity and my body shuddered under his touch. He leaned down next to me breathing on my neck then spoke in my ear.

"Cum for us slut. Let us see that clitty spurt."

As he spoke he reached down and stroked his fingers over my balls and gently squeezed my caged mound.

It almost felt like he had twisted my cock off it was so incredibly sensitive, my whole body went rigid as I felt something in me finally release as the magic finally removed the barrier.

I distantly heard screaming and it took several seconds for me to realize it was me. My whole body clenched and shook, the burning fire of pleasure seemed to hit every single nerve ending in my body at the same time. I felt myself spasming and felt a wet splash on my face. My mind went blank as seemingly endless waves of sensation washed over me. It was like every single denied orgasm wanted to make itself felt and wanted to punish me for delaying it.

It felt like I was drowning, the pleasure had surpassed a normal feeling and had passed into pain and overwhelming aching spasms. It almost felt like a force of nature was trying to tear me apart. Like everything else recently in my life I had no control at all, it was something that was being done to me, all I could do was surrender to it, to let it have its way with me.

I was pretty sure I heard the exclamations and words of people around me, but none of them registered in my mind. I felt hands on me but whatever they were doing was nothing compared to the explosions tearing through me.

Eventually everything around me faded as my mind and body couldn't take any more. My vision darkened and everything slipped away into glorious relaxing darkness.

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When I came back to myself my immediate first feeling was pain. Overwhelming and intense aches all over my entire body.

If I had to guess, I would have imagined this is what it would feel like to be hit by a truck.

Taking my time I slowly tried to take stock of my body and what was happening around me.

Realizing I was incredibly thirsty I licked my lips.

A small rush of energy hit me as the taste of salty sweet cum registered on my tongue and after a few more licks I realized I was tasting my own cum that had landed on my own face and had blended in with the remnants of the cum left over from all the other cumshots I had swallowed.

I stirred weakly and opened my eyes slowly, my situation slowly became clear to me. I was lying on one of the couches in the VIP room, my own cum and spit coating my face and chest. I was alone and the music had been turned off. I had no idea how long I had been alone for. The men had seemingly put me on the couch and left. The glowing purple dildo was where I had left it, glistening and stuck to the floor next to the couch.

I felt all of the repressed emotions and feelings about my situation come flooding back all at once.

What the fuck was I doing, what was happening to me. What was I becoming. How was I supposed to deal with orgasms like that. The idea of cumming like that again scared me. The lack of control and overwhelming intensity of it had been too much.

That said nothing about what I had done to get permission for that orgasm. I had eagerly sucked the cocks of five nameless men simultaneously twice. I had acted like a shameless whore. I had stripped for them, let them use me and watch me ride a dildo, I had even considered asking them to do more. Asking them to let me ride their cocks.

Remembering how desperate I had been to cum I knew if one of those men had told me to ride him I would have done it. I had lost any kind of restraint or control.

The memories of my thoughts, my actions and the way I had pleaded with them replayed in my mind like a running loop.

I felt a tightness in my chest and realized I was on the verge of a panic attack. I felt a burning deep intense shame, my mind replayed how it looked to have all five of them watching me as I choked on a cock and they all rubbed their cocks waiting for me to suck them off next. I remembered how I had eagerly sought their cocks and wanted their cum desperately, everything was incredibly vivid in my mind, there was nothing preventing me from replaying every moment of what had happened this time without the clouding urges brought on by my desperation for release.

Thinking about the orgasm again I felt a tremor run through my body, it felt like the aftershocks from an earthquake. I had no idea how long it had been since I had cum, but the fact that it was still affecting me made me concerned about what would have happened if I had been denied for even longer. The idea of it was concerning for multiple reasons, would I have actually gone insane if I hadn't been allowed to cum? What would it have felt like when I eventually did have another orgasm if I had been denied even longer? Would if have knocked me out even longer? Done some kind of permanent nerve damage?

It felt like that orgasm had altered my body on a fundamental level. As I thought about it I felt my body tremble as another small aftershock worked its way through me. It had literally knocked me out cold. I had lost all awareness of anything outside of the feeling of it, was it even possible for me to have one more powerful?

All of these thoughts were spiraling in my head along with replaying every shameful thing I had done tonight. I was remembering every single time I had gagged on a cock and met the eyes of the man who was face fucking me. It remembered every time I had moaned like a whore as the dildo slammed deep into my ass. Each time felt like it had marked me, or changed me somehow. I knew that I was no longer the same person I had been even a day ago.

From a rational standpoint I knew it didn't make sense for me to be mad at myself for everything that had happened. I knew that none of this was my fault, and I also knew that nothing I had done was really all that bad or something that anyone would really care about. I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop any of this from happening.

None of that mattered. None of that helped make the intense and burning shame any less present. I felt like a dirty used piece of slutty trash.

I lay there and tried to just breathe and hold back the tears that were on the verge of flooding out of me.

After struggling to come to grips with everything for several minutes I eventually felt the physical needs of my body start to overshadow my emotional turmoil and become enough of a urgent need that I was able to focus on them instead of all the mental issues.

Groaning with every single small motion I slowly sat up. I raised a hand wiping some of the cum off my chest and as I did I tasted more of it on my lips.

As I tasted the cum the strangest thing happened, I felt my aching body relax slightly, and I realized that a similar thing had happened the last time I had licked some off of my lips. Somehow licking the cum off my lips had helped some of the aching fade slightly.

Already as low as I possibly could be and feeling like a completely filthy whore I licked the cum off my palm as a test. This was a much more sizable amount and I hated to admit that it tasted really good and gave me a much more substantial sensation of physical relief. As minutes passed I continued to wipe the incredible amount of cum I had shot onto myself and licked it all up. As I did I felt myself slowly recover, my aches and pains fading until they reached a far more reasonable level. I still felt incredibly tired and it had done nothing to make me feel like any less of a filthy used cum rag but physically I felt far better than I had when I first woke up. Somehow I wasn't thirsty or hungry any longer and I even felt slightly more clear headed.

Once the immediacy of the aching faded I had a clear enough mind to consider the large number of notifications that I had pushed aside and with a thought I pulled them up and stared in bewilderment at how much I had gained from what couldn't have been more than three hours or so.

- You have learned the general skill: Handjobs -

- Cocksucking General Skill has reached level 4 -

- Deepthroating General Skill has reached level 4 -

- You have gained the Class Ability: Sustained by Orgasmic Energy -

- You have gained the Class Ability: Accommodating Whore -

- Congratulations your class Arcane Whore has reached level 5 -

- You have earned a class ability point -

- Shaped by Desire - Class skill has reached level 5 -

- Alterations to your body are being applied and will be finalized after twelve hours -

- Stretching General Skill has reached level 3 -

- Cock Riding General Skill has reached level 3 -

- Handjobs General Skill has reached level 2 -

- You have gained the Class Ability: Sense Pleasure -

Silas had clearly been in my menus accepting the handjobs skill and choosing my new class abilities with the points I had earned from the three class levels I had gotten.

I looked deeper in my status screen for the descriptions of my new abilities that Silas had chosen for me.

- Sustained by Orgasmic Energy -

- This passive ability makes it so when you are responsible for granting another individual an orgasm some of the energy released by that person will be absorbed by your body. This energy will fuel your body, replacing your need for food and drink. Swallowing cum will also provide a small boost to your overall stamina, health and mana regeneration for the next minute.

- Accommodating Whore -

- This is a passive ability which will allow your holes to stretch and your body adjust as needed to accept large penetrations without being injured. This ability does not make penetration of your holes more pleasurable or any easier than it would be normally.

- As this ability advances it will expand your overall tolerance for large insertions and your ability to prevent damage will increase. -

- Sense Pleasure -

- This passive ability grants you superior insight while you are touching the skin of a person. This insight will let you know whether the actions you are performing are pleasurable for someone or not.

- As the level of this skill increases your sensitivity to the pleasure of others you are in contact with will increase.

Silas had still not given me a single active ability, he seemed entirely set on choosing passives that would not require me to have any control over anything I did, but would make me simply more effective as a whore. But the first ability I had gotten seemed to be the one responsible for my lack of aches and pains. The regeneration was slowly healing all of my aches and pains as well as speeding up my overall recovery of energy. It clearly wasn't flawless or incredibly fast regeneration, but it was only a level one ability in the first tier and it already was healing me. Abilities that gave passive self healing were some of the most sought after by every classer and people rarely got any kind of supernatural healing before the second tier. Additionally people who got healing at that tier normally had very restrictive circumstances when it could be used and what it would allow them to recover from.

I wasn't certain, but the requirement for mine was somewhat disgusting if I thought about it too much, but it wasn't all that restrictive. What was stopping me from bottling up a bunch of cum from guys that I jerked off and using them like healing potions for myself. That said nothing for what the ability would become when I reached tier two.

There was no doubt that it was a powerful and potent ability and that was without me testing how powerful its regeneration was. If it was basic tier it would simply heal any injuries I had rapidly like my body would naturally heal, almost like it simply sped up the time and allowed my body to recover on its own. This would mean that I would get scars, and it wouldn't regrow missing parts.

On the other end of the healing spectrum however there were rumors of people with healing that reversed aging, allowed people to regrow missing limbs, making them effectively immortal and eternally youthful.

I still didn't know how powerful mine would be but based on how everything else had been going for me I was hopeful that it would be on the more powerful end of things. Thinking about all of this made this ability my new favorite right away, especially when compared to the other two new ones.

I wasn't sure how I feel about them yet. Both had very simple descriptions but it was still hard to understand how they would work. They both had a lot of potential depending on how they upgraded and what they would become when they were more than basic first tier abilities.

With Accomodating Whore it was unclear how it would eventually advance. It might be simple and just make me more flexible or stretchy. Or it might upgrade to make me immune to penetrating damage or something else equally absurd. If it did it would be an absolutely unheard of top tier ability.

The second was a type of sense ability, most sense abilities started incredibly simple from the descriptions I had heard, but all of them had the potential to evolve and combine with other sense abilities making them one of the most common but also most useful utility abilities.

Being able to focus on the notifications and descriptions was a welcome distraction. It let me avoid thinking current situation, and gave me the pleasant dopamine rush that came with seeing my abilities and levels increase. It felt good as long as I didn't think too much about how I had earned all those levels.

Once I finished pouring over the descriptions of my abilities I started sorting through all of the payment notifications I had gotten.

Silas had given me 100 credits for every one of my skill unlocks, which had ended up being a total of seventeen skill levels in the end. I had also gained a total of three class levels which Silas had given me 250 credits for each one, then he had given me a 500 credits for unlocking my third and final aspect. Which meant all total Silas had paid me 2950 credits.

From my clients I had gotten a payment of 500 credits from each of them before they left. This was on top of all of the smaller payments in tips, I wasn't sure if this was a standard payment for what I had done for them but in total I had earned 3525 credits from the group. Adding it all up I was sitting on a grand total of 7148 credits. Which was many times more than I had ever had at one time ever before in my life.

For a former street rat like me it was almost scary to have this much money. If I had been out on the street still I would have been worried about getting jumped and robbed.

I tried to wrap my mind around the number wondering what I could possibly do with that much money when I heard the door to the room open. In a rush I looked up and closed out of my status screens a rush of anxiety and nerves hitting me as I wondered if I would see Silas approaching me and what was going to happen to me next.

I was relieved when I saw Mimi walk in, hopefully that meant I was done for the night.

She looked at me lying there on the couch and as I met her eyes I felt another rush of shame as I realized how filthy I was and how slutty I must have looked.

I tried to muster up the energy to move, to cover myself even a little bit, but barely managed to shift my weight. As my body failed me I found it hard to care too much, it wasn't like Mimi hadn't seen all of me already, she had to know what had happened in here, what did it matter really if I just lay there and let her stare at me.

Mimi strode over to me and gave me a calculating look up and down seemingly unbothered by my naked cum stained state.

"Have a good time?" She asked me.

I understood her words but I had no idea how to respond to them. Had I enjoyed it? No absolutely not... right?

Part of me was numb, confused by all of the intense emotions and physical sensations I had dealt with, another part wanted to scream at her in rage, to beg her to help me, to not let anything like that ever happen again, to help me escape this place.

But that wasn't something I could ask her, and wasn't something I should even consider if I was thinking clearly.

Thoughts of running away led to the logical conclusions of what would happen to me if I was let out on my own into New Hope City. I had no ability to defend myself, had no way to make money without using my class. I would undoubtably end up working at another whore house somewhere whether I wanted to or not. Silas was not what I would call kind or a good person, but at least he wasn't needlessly cruel. He paid me and if he told me he would do something I knew I could trust he would do it.

I must have taken too long to respond to her because eventually Mimi just shook her head and bent down to pick up my dress, panties in one hand and putting the dildo and butt plug into a bag she was holding.

"Well I don't know exactly what you did or how it went, but I have never seen Silas this excited before. He was actually humming and nearly skipping. It was really strange." She said as she finished picking up my things.

"I got three class levels, seventeen skill levels, and unlocked my third aspect." I mumbled.

"The FUCK?! You can't be serious!" Mimi gasped and stared at me wide eyed her jaw literally having dropped.

I just shrugged at her, it didn't really matter if she believed me. I was just as bewildered by the sheer number of things as she was.

"Well that would certainly explain things if that is true. You could be tier two in less than a week if you can level that fast." She muttered and she pulled some wet wipes out of a drawer next to the couches and started to clean my face and chest.

I let her care for me as I lay there still too tired to even consider moving. She continued to talk and exclaim about how unprecedented my growth was and talking about how excited I must be.

As she went on about everything the numbness I had been feeling spread, I couldn't think too much about what was next for me, it was too much for me to handle. I couldn't start thinking about how much suffering and pain I would have to endure to reach tier two, when I did It brought back the feelings of the impending panic attack.

There certainly was a part of me that was very excited about my absurd growth, seeing the numbers go up and realizing that I would soon become a superhuman individual who would easily have a life expectancy that lasted in the centuries instead of decades was a good thing and something I had dreamed about for most of my life.

But another part of me was trying to desperately ignore the building fear and panic caused by that growth and what I had to do to get it.

What would I become when I did reach tier two? I was being changed by my class in increasingly dramatic ways, both physically and mentally. Things felt like they were speeding up and I knew there was no chance I would be allowed to slow down, the three levels I had just gotten and the increase in my Shaped by Desire ability were going to cause real permanent and likely dramatic changes to my body in less than twelve hours.

Was it worth fighting the changes, should I continue to struggle and resist? Was the old me worth saving or even caring about at this point? Should I just embrace my class and all of the dramatic changes and let my old self die, or should I try to hold onto some aspect of who I used to be.

My mind was contemplating all of this when Mimi took my hands and pulled me to my feet. Something that she said pulled at my attention and brought me out of my distracted and introspective state.

"What did you say?" I said unsure if I had heard her right.

"Silas gave me permission to take off your cage and heels for the night. He said you had done such a good job that you earned it. You will have to put them back on tomorrow before you start work at the normal time but you get a night with them off."

If Mimi hadn't been holding my hand I might have fallen over but she caught me and I clung to her shoulders. The feeling of relief at knowing I wouldn't have to deal with those restrictions for a night partially cracked my incredibly fragile emotional shell and I started crying.

"Oh wow... um, it's gonna be alright." Mimi said softly and stroked my hair letting me sob on her shoulder.

Mimi carefully moved me and helped me put on my dress as after a minute or two I managed to pull myself together enough to stop sobbing openly. Once she got me dressed she walked me back through the club to my room.

I didn't absorb or remember anything from that walk, the anticipation of the freedom from my cage and heels, as well as the safety and comfort of my private room made it hard to think about anything else.

When I finally did get to my room with Mimi she took out a small silvery shard of crystal, I eagerly lifted my dress and let her place it on the cage, then against the ankle strap of my heels. The locks all released at the same time and the feeling of relief was so intense that I gasped and nearly fell over again. The pieces of it slid off of me and the cool breeze of air on the sensitive skin felt incredible.

Stepping out of the heels and standing with my feet flat on the ground was similarly satisfying but also strange. I felt so much shorter, and I almost had the urge to stand on my toes.

Mimi placed the cage in the bag that had the dildo and plug in it before she put it on the floor next to the front door. Then she watched me hop a few times and walk back and forth across the room.

"Alright well I am gonna go, you have a good night." She said clearly feeling awkward and wanting to leave.

I looked up and suddenly I felt incredibly grateful to her. She had been so incredibly nice to me, and she was someone who could relate to my struggles at least somewhat.

I moved over to her quickly and gave her a tight hug, now that I wasn't wearing heels she was a noticeable amount taller than me so my face was pressed into the top of her chest as I hugged her. She seemed a bit surprised by my hug, but reciprocated squeezing me in return.

"Thank you for all your help." I mumbled suddenly shy as I pulled back from the hug and did my best not to break down sobbing on her shoulder again.

"Don't mention it. I don't mind helping." She said kindly as she stepped back and finally with a small wave left the room.

I stared at where she had been unable to understand my own feelings and emotions about her or my current situation.

Eventually though I pulled myself back into the present and I turned to go into the bathroom.

I walked right into the shower, stripping off my dress and tossing it aside before turning the water to scalding hot and let it wash over me.

I stayed like that under the hot water for far longer than necessary. I luxuriated in the feeling of not wearing the heels and the relief from my cock not being squished flat and my balls not being squeezed, the lack of an overwhelming need to cum was also very welcome.

There were several points during my incredibly long shower where I broke down sobbing and several others where my gentle stroking of my cock aroused a confusing boner. I was trying to process and deal with all of the incredibly dramatic changes I had been going through and it was exhausting and ultimately it felt like I had gotten nowhere. I felt just as confused and overwhelmed as I had when I got into the shower.

Once I finished up I dried myself with my single towel and stumbled out to my bedroom where I collapsed into the incredibly comfortable bed. I quickly cocooned myself in the sheet and within moments I was asleep all thoughts of my future and what I was going to wake up to a distant worry.

STATUS

Name: Remi Henshin

Age: 20

Class: Arcane Whore - level 5

Class Aspects (3/3 revealed)

Consuming Pleasure - Tier 1

Permission for Pleasure - Tier 1

Star of the show - Tier 1

Class Abilities (5/8)

Shaped by Desire - level 5

Clean and Safe - level 1

Sustained by Orgasmic Energy - level 1

Accommodating Whore - level 1

Sense Pleasure - level 1

General Skills (7/8)

Stretching - level 3

Dancing - level 2

Makeup Artist - level 1

Cocksucking - level 4

Deepthroating - level 4

Cock Riding - level 3

Handjobs - level 2

Bonded Items

System Control Cuff - Requires command word to remove

Enchanted Earrings of Communication

System Credits: 7148