Clara's world had shrunk to this single room.
She sat against the cold concrete wall, knees drawn tight to her chest, the heavy metal collar biting into the soft skin of her throat like an iron noose.
The chill of it seeped deep, raising goosebumps along her arms and back. She had once possessed everything — wealth, love, security, a future wrapped in Fin's arms.
Yet she had reached for more. She had reached for the dangerous thrill Mike offered, the raw excitement her perfect life had starved her of. Now life was teaching her the brutal price of greed, one humiliating second at a time.
And the worst part wasn't her own humiliation.
It was Sarah.
Sarah stood up slowly, her fingers rising to clutch the collar around her neck as if it might suddenly tighten and choke the air from her lungs. She turned to Clara, her voice quiet but steady, though her hands trembled.
"Clara… we don't have a choice right now."
Clara's eyes filled with fresh, hot tears of humiliation and rage. She knew Sarah was right. Fighting now would only bring the electric shock again — for both of them. The memory of that searing jolt still buzzed under her skin.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice cracking like thin glass. "We'll play your sick game."
Mike's grin widened into a triumphant, wolfish smile.
"Good girls. Now… let's eat."
He pulled his chair back with a scrape of wood on tile and patted his thick thighs. "Both of you. Sit."
Clara and Sarah exchanged a horrified glance, but the ghost of the electric shock made their legs move stiffly. They lowered themselves onto his lap — Clara on his left thigh, Sarah on his right.
Mike exhaled thickly, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in his chest as he felt the plush softness of Clara's perfect ass and the firmer, athletic curves of Sarah pressing down against him. The heat of their bodies soaked through his pants immediately, and his breathing grew heavier, ragged with satisfaction, the growing bulge beneath them twitching to life.
The single plate of steak and the half-empty bottle of red wine with one glass sat mockingly in the center of the table, steam still curling lazily from the meat.
Mike cut a piece of steak with deliberate slowness, the knife scraping against the plate, then handed the utensils to Clara.
"You start," he said, eyes gleaming with dark hunger. "Cut a bite, eat it… Then cut another, chew it, and feed it to me directly. Mouth to mouth. Then pass the next bite to Sarah. Same with the wine — one sip for you, then you pass the next sip to me… then to Sarah. Nice and intimate. Understand?"
Clara's hands trembled as she took the knife and fork, the metal cold and slippery in her sweaty palms. She cut a small piece of steak, brought it to her mouth, and chewed.
The food tasted like ash and salt, dry on her tongue. She cut another piece, chewed it slowly, the juices mixing with the bitter taste of shame, then leaned toward Mike with pure loathing burning in her eyes.
Mike opened his mouth expectantly, lips parted. Clara hesitated for a heartbeat, then forced herself to lean in. Her soft lips pressed against his — warm, invasive — and she transferred the chewed bite into his mouth with a wet, reluctant push of her tongue. Smack.
She pulled back immediately, wiping her lips hard with the back of her hand, the taste of him lingering like poison.
Mike hummed in deep satisfaction as he swallowed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Good girl," he murmured, voice thick. "Now pass the next one to Sarah."
Clara's stomach churned with fresh humiliation as she cut another piece, chewed it into a soft mash, and leaned across Mike's broad chest to feed it to Sarah's mouth-to-mouth.
Their lips brushed — soft, unwilling, trembling — pop — the taste of steak and shared shame passing between them in a slick, intimate transfer. Sarah's eyes brimmed with tears, but she accepted it without protest.
The cycle continued for several agonizing rounds. Each time one of them had to lean in, their bodies pressed closer against Mike's, feeling the rising heat of his skin through his shirt and the unmistakable hardness growing thick and insistent beneath them, pressing up against their asses with every shift — throb, throb.
The air grew thick with the scent of warm meat, red wine, and the faint musk of arousal.
When it was Sarah's turn with the wine, she took a deep sip, the rich, tart liquid sliding down her throat. Her cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol, warm and pink.
She leaned in to pass it to Mike. This time, instead of simply accepting it, Mike caught her tongue between his teeth and bit down gently — just enough to make her wince.
Sarah gasped sharply. "Ahh…!" The wine mixed with the sharp sting as Mike held the kiss longer than necessary, his hand sliding slowly up her bare thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh. A wet, needy little sound escaped her again — "Mmm…"
Clara's eyes widened in shock. "Mike, leave her alone!"
Mike finally pulled back with a slow, wet pop of their lips, licking their own with satisfaction. "This isn't so bad, is it?" he said softly. "We're all getting along so nicely."
Clara's eyes burned with unshed tears as she continued the humiliating ritual, the wine now buzzing hot in her veins, making everything feel heavier, slower, more intense.
Mike didn't let them stop until the entire bottle of wine was finished, the last drop passed between their unwilling mouths. When it was gone, he smiled, satisfied, and stood up, forcing them to slide off his lap with a reluctant squish of skin on fabric.
"I'm going to take a bath," he announced casually. "Don't go anywhere."
The moment he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing, Clara and Sarah slumped onto the couch, unable to look at each other.
The shame of the intimate feeding, the unwanted heat it had stirred low in their bellies, and the alcohol made their cheeks burn hot. Neither wanted to acknowledge the slick warmth still lingering between their thighs.
They tried to sleep on the floor, as far from the bed as possible, bodies curled tight.
But Mike returned shortly after, still damp from the shower, water droplets glistening on his muscled chest. He used his authority without hesitation.
"Both of you. On the bed. One on each side of me."
Clara turned to the far side, fists clenched, her vision hazy from the wine and sweat beading on her forehead. An hour passed in tense, breathless silence. Just as Clara began to sigh in relief, thinking he might actually leave them alone…
"Ahh… No… Please… don't do it…"
The soft, broken moan cut through the darkness like a blade.
Clara's body went rigid. She turned slowly, dread pooling like ice in her stomach.
Mike's broad back was to her. His muscled arm was wrapped around Sarah from behind, one large hand roughly groping and squeezing her full breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple until it hardened into a tight peak. His pants were lowered just enough, and he was thrusting slowly, deliberately between Sarah's trembling thighs from behind while she lay on her side, spooned tight against him.
Sarah's eyes were squeezed shut, her face flushed a deep, shameful crimson.
"Mmm… ahh… No…"
Another soft, stifled moan slipped out, breathy and unwilling. Every slow, wet thrust sent unwanted sparks of pleasure through her body — squish… squish… squish — the thick, veined heat of his cock sliding slickly against her soaked folds, the obscene friction building despite how desperately she fought it. Her body betrayed her completely; a warm, slick wetness coated him, her hips twitching involuntarily with each push — slap… slap…
She was shocked to her core when Mike's thick, throbbing dick had settled between her legs earlier, hot and heavy, pressing right against her most sensitive spot. She didn't want to think about it… But she couldn't help the way her pussy clenched around nothing, aching, dripping.
No… not like this… not in front of Clara… Sarah thought, fresh tears slipping from the corners of her closed eyes. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure. "Ahh… please…" she whimpered again, voice cracking as another squish of wet flesh echoed.
Mike's breath was hot and ragged against her ear. "That's it… Feel how wet you're getting for me already. Squirt… squirt a little more for me, baby."
Sarah bit her lip hard, trying to stifle another moan, but it tore free anyway — soft, needy, humiliating. "Mmm… ahh…!"
Her hand clutched the sheets tightly, knuckles white, body squirming as his cock dragged slowly back and forth between her slick thighs — slap… smack… squish — the wet, obscene sounds of skin on skin filling the room.
Mike chuckled lowly, his hand sliding down from her hip to between her legs, fingers teasing her swollen clit in slow circles as he kept up that claiming rhythm. "See, Clara?" he said smugly. "Even your best friend can't help herself. This is what the Nexus does… it brings out what people really are."
Sarah's eyes finally opened, filled with tears and raw shame. She looked straight at Clara, her voice barely a whisper between broken gasps. "Clara… I'm… I'm sorry… ahh…"
Clara's world narrowed to a single, desperate thought.
She couldn't let Sarah suffer this.
With shaking hands, she reached out and grabbed Mike's shoulder, pulling him back roughly.
"Wait… wait… Don't do this to her," Clara pleaded, voice cracking. "Please… leave her alone."
Mike clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled out with a long, wet schlick, his thick, hard cock glistening heavily with Sarah's arousal as it left her trembling body. Sarah immediately scrambled off the bed, collapsing to her knees on the floor, hiding her face in shame as a thin trail of her own wetness dripped down her inner thighs.
Mike leaned back against the headboard, stroking his slick, veined length slowly with one hand — schlick… schlick — the wet sound filling the silence.
"I'll leave your friend alone," he said, voice low and mocking, "if you agree to calm my dick, Clara. Decide now."
Sarah breathed heavily on the floor, still hiding her flushed face.
Clara's fists clenched until her nails bit into her palms. She looked at her friend, then at Mike's proud, throbbing cock — thick, flushed dark, veins pulsing. Her stomach twisted, but the fear won.
"I… I'll do it," she whispered, voice barely audible. "Leave her alone."
Mike's triumphant smile widened.
"Do it then. If you can't make me cum in five minutes, your friend will take your place. Work hard, alright?"
Clara's heart pounded wildly as she knelt between Mike's spread legs. The rough carpet scraped against her knees. Mike's thick cock stood inches from her face, heavy and glistening with Sarah's slickness. The strong, musky, salty scent of sex filled her nose, making her head spin.
She hesitated for only a second before leaning forward. Her soft lips parted, and she took the swollen, leaking head into her warm mouth.
The taste was immediate and overwhelming — salty, slightly bitter, mixed with the sweet-tangy evidence of what he had just been doing to Sarah. She closed her eyes tight, trying to block it out, but the heavy, throbbing heat on her tongue was impossible to ignore.
Slurp…
Clara began to move her head, taking him deeper with reluctant skill. Her tongue swirled around the thick underside as she sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. Mike groaned in raw pleasure, one hand resting possessively on the back of her head. "Mmm… that's it…"
"Use your tongue more, Clara. Show me how sorry you are."
She obeyed, licking and sucking with desperate focus. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working filled the quiet room — gluck… slurp… pop… — her saliva dripped messily down his shaft as she bobbed faster, the head bumping wetly against the back of her throat.
Sarah watched from the floor, tears streaming silently down her face, unable to look away from her best friend degrading herself to protect her.
Clara's mind was a storm of shame and desperation. Fin… I'm sorry… Every bob of her head, every swirl of her tongue, every wet, noisy suck made her feel smaller, dirtier. Her jaw ached, her throat tightened, but she didn't stop.
She sucked harder, faster — gluck-gluck-gluck — desperate to make him finish.
Mike's breathing grew ragged. He gripped her hair tighter, hips starting to move, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts.
"Fuck… you're getting better at this," he groaned. "Keep going, princess. Make me cum down that pretty throat."
"Take it all," he commanded, voice rough and urgent. "Don't you dare pull away."
Clara tried to pull back at the last second, panic flashing in her wide eyes, but Mike held her head firmly in place. His cock pulsed violently between her stretched lips as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth in heavy spurts.
She muffled a choked, wet sound — "Mmmph!" — her throat working desperately as she struggled to swallow it all down, the salty-bitter taste overwhelming her.
Mike moaned in raw ecstasy, his hips twitching. "Ahh… fuck yes…" When the last powerful spurt finally subsided, he slowly pulled his cock from her mouth with a long, wet pop, a thick string of saliva and cum still connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.
His eyes darkened with cruel satisfaction as he looked down at her.
"Show me," he ordered softly.
Clara's eyes were teary and red, her cheeks flushed deep with shame. She slowly opened her mouth, revealing the thick, sticky load of cum coating her tongue and pooling at the back of her throat. A small white trickle dripped from the corner of her lips as she held it there, trembling.
Mike laughed triumphantly, his gaze shifting to the hidden camera in the corner of the room.
Are you watching this, Fin? Don't worry… this was only the beginning. The humiliation I felt? I will pay you back many times over.
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